In the Hands of a Molester (My Halloween story)

By Heather ©

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

My fans often ask me to write about one of my real fantasies I masturbate to in the privacy of my own bed. So, when another author dared me to write about something for Halloween, I combined the two. As most people know, fantasies are rooted in real happenings in their lives and then they build on them like wish lists. The first part of this story is true, and the rest of it is what I evolved it into for my own desires. Notice, I used my name and I hope you enjoy the view into one of my wildest ever fantasies.

Halloween has always been a scary night for me. As a kid I had always needed someone around to keep me from getting too freaked out and was spooked way too easily. There was this one house in the neighborhood I had always been seriously afraid of trick-or-treating at because of something that had happened when I was about ten years old.

All of my closest friends had other places to be that night, so the girl next door and I went TOT together. I had dressed up as a genie and my friend, Bonnie, had dressed as a modern witch; a rather provocative witch. But then again, looking back at it now, the shear top I had chosen to cover my training bra bikini top and skimpy short shorts, also covered by the same sheer fabric bottoms, was probably why the man had done what he had with me first.

Bonnie had always called me Flower, because my real name is Heather. I don’t think I have to explain it any further. Back then, TOT was still considered somewhat safe and we kids rarely were escorted by parents as is done today. Half the fun is feeling terrified at doing all the things we would never dare do any other time on our own. There was one particular house that many girls rumored about as the scariest one that girls could ever go to because the man that lived alone there was considered, ‘one of them’. I never really knew what girls meant by that, but what happened that Halloween night left me with all sorts of ideas what it could mean.

We had talked all day about whether we had the guts to go TOT at that guy’s house or not, and Bonnie kept saying she was brave enough. The one thing we knew for sure was that the man always gave really good treats, and the rumors had it that some luckier kids got super treats. If I had a daughter, the first thing I would teach her is why some kids got special treats over others, and then hope she wouldn’t come home with one for herself. But it’s better forewarned, than left in the dark.

Anyway, the night we stood in front of the man’s house for several minutes debating whether two girls alone were safe enough to knock on his door. Finally, Bonnie grabbed my hand and led the way. As always, the man was very nice and invited us in as he got a large bowl full of candy. That year he had small bags of mixed treats to hand out, and he mentioned that if we wanted to take a walk through his haunted house that we could each get a large candy bar to go along with the regular treats he was giving out. After a little coaxing, he got me to go first. He claimed that going one at a time was the only way he did it so as to enhance our experience.

His haunted house was actually his basement that he had all decorated with all kinds of props and triggered sound effects. At the bottom of the stairs was the scariest part of the little bit I saw before leaving. It was a witch dressed in the typical black garb, hanging from a noose against the wall. Her sprawling black dress was in tatters at if torn in some mob action before her hanging. I thought it was odd that half of the witches top looked like it had been ripped off her, revealing part of a black bra. It looked so life-like that as I walked by I poked at the body of the prop. It felt solid like a real body and sent a shiver up my spine over the realness of the man’s efforts.

I was led into a maze of draped curtains and when I got to an area that was full of costumes, the man asked me if I wanted to try on something different than what I had on. I guess he knew playing dress up is every girls’ weak spot, and I did want to see what I looked like in one particular princess dress. The man said he would wait on the other side of the curtain as I changed and left me alone. Just as I was about to take off my tops, I heard one of the sound effects go off and it spooked the hell out of me. After a quick scream from me the man came back and I told him I was too scared and had to leave. He was so nice about it that I considered him my protector as he led me quickly out of the maze.

Just before the hanging witch at the bottom of the stairs, he stopped me and made me swear my promised oath that I would tell no one about what I had seen. He didn’t want me to spoil the thrills for others and I happily agreed. Then as we continued on, he told me to poke the belly button of the witch. Being that it was covered, I had to guess where the belly button would be, but I knew there was some sound effect he wanted me to set off. I reached out almost too scared to touch the prop, but finally I gave a quick plunging motion with my finger and the prop came to life. Its body wriggled around and moaned wildly on the noose it was hanging from and I would have sworn it was a real girl in there.

I let out an ear-piercing scream and ran like hell to the top of the stairs and didn’t stop until I saw Bonnie standing there looking freaked out over my actions. I grabbed onto her as I began laughing in a mix of hysterical laughter and fright. The man caught up to me and invited Bonnie to take a turn. I almost told her what had freaked me out so badly when she began following him, but one look from the man reminded me not to spoil it for her. I began looking around the room I was in and studying all the props and decorations. It seemed to take her forever before she came back, but I knew when she was coming when I heard her shriek at the bottom of the stairs the same way I had.

When Bonnie did return running back to me, she was holding something in her hand that turned out to be a stunning bracelet that the man had given her for making it all the way through the maze. It was a beautiful bracelet and I wished that I had of earned one myself. The man asked us our names and then gave us each a full size candy bar along with his regular treats, and we were on our way.

I often thought about how scary that night had been to me and as I got wiser I started putting everything together. By the time I was sixteen, I had realized that the man had probably wanted us to change clothes so that he could videotape us doing it from behind one of the walls. Bonnie had never talked about anything that had happened to her other than the witch, but I always wondered a lot about what else that man got her to do to earn that bracelet. We had come to the conclusion that the witch had actually been a real girl acting as the man’s helper to scare kids, and that left me wondering just how cool it had felt hanging there waiting for kids to pass by just to scare them.

The next year, no one answered the door; or for the next several years that I went TOT. In my senior year of high school I found out why. Or at least the rumor was that he had been caught molesting a fourteen year old girl and had gone to jail. I had many wild nights after that in bed all alone. Thinking about how close I had come to being one of his victims had a deviated attraction to it. I hadn’t gotten felt up for my first time until I was fifteen and it would be impossible to describe the feeling of what it was like to any male. I often wondered what a harmless groping from a total stranger would have done to my fantasies as masturbation became a part of my nightly ritual. So, as my eighteenth birthday had just passed and Halloween approached in two weeks, my thoughts turned back to that man and what might have happened if I knew what he had wanted to do to me when I was ten. Now that I was of age, becoming promiscuous seemed part of my gift of years.

The more I masturbated over the obscene scenarios my mind conjured up, the more I knew I was preparing myself to take one last shot at trick-or-treating; big girl style. I knew that the man of my sick fantasies was out of jail because kids had seen him in the area again, and eventually I decided to take a stroll past his house to see if the man in my fantasies had truly gotten out of jail yet. Not only had he gotten out, but he was outside and raking leaves to fill a dummy he was making out of old clothes. It was the first time I had looked at the person before me as a man and he wasn’t bad looking; but still much larger in stature than I would ever grow. I decided as I approached the man that I would have to at least talk to him to see what he was like. Perhaps I was thinking it as a little fodder for my future masturbatory fantasies?

“Hi… getting ready for Halloween?” I apparently startled the man, and when he recovered he mentioned how he was indeed getting ready for the kids. I continued, “Hi, I’m Heather, I didn’t mean to scare you. I guess you deserve it though since you like scaring little kids.”

He smiled, reached out his hand, and answered, “Hi, name’s Dirk. Getting lost in fright is what Halloween is all about. Fear is an aphrodisiac to a young mind that gives their normally uneventful lives something to ponder. Haven’t you ever gone out trick-or-treating as a kid just for the scariness of it?”

Well, that certainly brought us right to the point of my visit. “Yes,” I answered, “as a matter of fact, I even came here and went through your haunted house once. I was too chicken to make it all the way through, so you came to my rescue and helped me out. But then you still scared the hell out of me with that damn witch at the bottom of the stairs.”

He chuckled over his success and asked, “And I bet you’ve thought about that night a million times since, haven’t you?”

I confided that I had, but obviously didn’t mention what form those thoughts had taken. I asked him if the witch had indeed been a real girl and he told me it had, and explained the imitated hanging to me. When I told him that I had wondered often what it would have been like for a real girl to be hanging there the whole night, I saw his temperament change. Now I was clearly old enough to see a sexual arousal washing over him. His reaction piqued my curiosity, and I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to be behind that closed door to his home and facing the man I had been involving in my dreams for years.

I guess I should explain myself here. You see, I’ve never considered the man a danger; but ever since I knew about what he went to jail for, I viewed him more as a tempting of fate. I’ve always loved getting felt up by a guy, so that made this man nothing more than the ultimate date in my mind. I’ve never seen the harm of letting a guy make my body tingle from a quick, clandestine molesting event. The feel of a strange hand running its fingers up under my top to touch a normally forbidden area was electrifying to me. Besides, he hadn’t been busted for rape or murder, or even assault; he just got caught with roaming hands. Being somewhat promiscuous, I didn’t consider him a threat in the least. That was sort of strange in itself, because I’m only 5’ 1”, and a hundred and two pounds. He was clearly nearing the six foot mark and had to be at least two hundred pounds.

When Dirk offered to show me around this year’s haunt, I set the stage myself. “You won’t scare me, will you? When I get spooked I tend to scream.”

He promised not to scare me too badly, and offered to gag me if I wanted. I took that statement in two ways. It could have been a very innocent remark, but then it could have been a suggestion just as easily. Either way, he led me into his house and headed right for the basement. I asked him if he was going to decorate the front rooms of his house and he told me that he waited until the last minute to do those. Going down the stairs, I instantly I saw that he was getting the basement ready, but there was a different prop at the bottom of the stairs. Instead of the hanging witch gizmo with its associated background items, there was a metal cage that appeared crushed to about ten inches deep, but seemed to have been about three feet deep at one point. It was sort of like a portable jail cell with vertical bars every few inches, but it looked like a truck had run into it, crushing it into its present depth. The bars were bent and twisted every which way. I was a little dismayed to see the witch wouldn’t be there to scare the little ones this year, but he explained how he never put the same props in the same place. He also assured me that this cage deal would be just as scary.

I was amazed at his inventiveness at some of the props I had never seen, and I was noticing a theme to many of them. They could also be somewhat construed as items you might find in a torture chamber; a fitting image for a haunted house, but dubious when small kids came to mind.

Dirk gave an evil little laugh when he saw my perplexed look over some of the props and in a scary voice responded with, “What would a little girl expect to find in a haunted house; cookies and milk?” He led me around some hanging sheets and there on a table was exactly that.

“You already have them out? The milk will be all curdled and the cookies hard as rocks.”

But that was exactly the idea he wanted to display. He even showed me a covered bucket he had of food scraps that smelled awful. He was going to let the food rot in the last two days so there would be an active regiment of crawling maggots as a backdrop to the milk and cookies.

From there he led me to a table with a hole in it and a sheet at the foot of the table. A big sign referred to it as the Mad Doctor’s table of “Oops”. I was taking notice of cuff restraints next to where a patient’s head would lie and asked Dirk how it worked, but just then I saw the Witch trappings and asked him to show me that first.

After showing me the simple hoist that lifted the “dead witch” into the air a foot, I just needed to feel the restraining device that I saw before me. When I asked if I could try it out, he grinned, raised an eyebrow and said, “Sure!”

I started out by standing on the short platform and asked him how it worked. He told me to turn around and he would hook me up. He snatched a short piece of rope off the hoist and began trying to tie my hands behind my back. I freaked out a little and asked, “What are you doing?”

“You want the whole experience, don’t you? Remember, her hands were tied behind her or else she would have grabbed you as a little girl.”

I gave him a doubtful stare and warned, “Not too tight. I don’t even really know you.”

I swear I had a tiny orgasm as I turned my back to him and let this known molester of children restrain my hands behind me. No one had ever taken away my ability to fight before and I found it to be a very intoxicating effect. As fearful as I was that he would fall into his old bad habits, I was just as much hoping to be his next victim. Feeling the ropes getting tighter and tighter was causing the reaction of making my nipples grow into hard points that weren’t going to go unnoticed since I was wearing only a jersey-style sports bra under my blouse. When he turned me around, my hardened nipples were right there in his face and undeniable. I saw that he noticed them immediately, but all he did was give a quick little smirk and grabbed a leather belt system off the floor.

“This is for the hoist mechanism. It lifts you off the ground so that it appears you’re really hanging from the noose.” Dirk held the front of the leather contraption to my belly and forced the wide piece down between my legs. He used his shoulder to hold the front of the unit to my belly, used one hand to hold the belt directly to the flat area of my crotch, and reached around to lift the wide piece to the back of the item. He had no idea what his hand pressing directly against my crotch for those few seconds had done to me. But then again, maybe he did. He continued explaining what he was doing. “This attaches back here and then to the hoist.”

Dirk twisted me around to finish attaching the pieces together, and then with a hand against my lower belly, he pushed me tight to the hoist to attach me to it. He took the fake noose and began putting it over my head and I freaked out again.

“No, I think that’s too much,” I cried out.

In a calming voice, he explained it was part of the whole prop that I really needed to experience the thrill of his invention, and he was right. With the thick rope hanging off my neck I really felt in horrible danger, but not so much that I demanded him to let me go. He pushed my head to one side and told me that the position was to imitate a broken neck, and then he tightened the rope to make it feel taut. I was really apprehensive as he stood back and I heard myself struggling to breathe through my nose. I had no problem breathing and could easily use my mouth, but it was my fear causing me to overreact to my restraints.

Then in one swift motion of his foot, he pushed down on a lever that resulted in me flying into the air. I was only a foot off the box, but it felt like I was dangling from a tree limb. The belt between my legs was wide enough so that it didn’t hurt at all and I saw how the person that I had seen as a little kid was able to withstand it for hours. It did apply quite a bit of pressure to a particular point in my shorts however, and that kept my nipples enticed into their erect forms.

Dirk stood in front of me as he took in his handiwork, and my willing predicament. He told me to mimic the witches thrashing around and when I did, the belt had an agonizing sexual stimulation that I had to stop to keep from revealing how wild it really felt to me. He laughed at me as he stared directly at my nipples and said, “I see you like my device. It seems to have that effect on all my witches. You want to see how I really torture my closer friends.”

I shook my head just hearing him using the word torture and told him “No!”, but he knew he wasn’t going to hurt me and reached for a thick pad of leather about an inch thick and wide, and two inches long. Working as if we had been intimate, he struggled to push the piece of thick leather between the belt holding me into the air and my crotch. I saw what he was doing and felt it even more. He had placed the “bump” as he called it against my bump. He insisted that I thrash around again to see its affect.

I did as he said, and it applied so much pressure and stimulation directly to my clit that my eyes felt like they would pop out. I was forced to stop moving or risk making a fool out of myself. Gasping from the intense and immediate reaction the bump had on me, I just had to ask, “Did the witch have that there when I came by?”

Dirk grinned and answered, “Probably! Did you see her nipples growing as hard as yours?”

That ended the unspoken notice he had taken of me and I answered, “I was a little kid… I didn’t notice things like that.”

Then he reached for the buttons on the front of my blouse and asked, “You mind?”

I saw he wanted to unbutton me and I should have screamed no, but instead I shook my head. I knew I was giving him permission in what I considered the first step of molesting my chest. Gently, he undid the top four buttons and pushed one side of my blouse away to expose my left tit beneath my bra. His fingers barely grazed my nipple, but it was a shot of electricity that made me bolt upright.

He laughed again and told me to thrash one more time. I knew what it would do to me now, but as I did what he wanted, I knew it was more to please his eyes than it was to feel that damn bump working at my clit. In the end, that one quick thrashing motion caused me another tiny prgasm as my captor watched on. He couldn’t have seen anything so subtle, but I felt as if my embarrassment was broadcast on television to the world.

“I need to get down. Please?”

Dirk grinned again, took another look at his handiwork, but immediately went to let my feet back to the platform. There could be no mistaking the excitement he had caused me as he took the noose from around my neck. And he could have just unbuckled the belt first, but I noticed he preferred the action of forcing the bump out from in front of my clit before doing that. After arousing me as he had, I really didn’t mind that at all. He got the belt off me and then released my hands, and as he held my hand to help me step down, I found myself exclaiming, “Damn, that’s one wild contraption.”

“Like it,” he asked?

As I pulled my blouse closed to button it back up, I replied, “Wasn’t that obvious. A little embarrassing though, I must say.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of here, little girl, it’s all about fun. You know you weren’t the first girl in that position.”

“Little girl…” I thought to myself? I was sure he was thinking of his earlier victim that had sent him to jail. Well, I was of age now and I certainly wasn’t going to turn him into the cops for the feelings he just introduced to me. But when he asked me if I wanted to play the part of the witch this year for him, I stuttered for words to say no and yes at the same time. In the end, nothing came out at all. Instead, he walked me back over to the doctor’s table and asked me if I wanted to try that out.

Since Dirk had just had me in the perfect position to do anything he wanted to me and had proven himself trustworthy, I jumped at the chance to see more. He opened a door at the bottom of the table like a coffin lid after moving a white sheet from it and told me to get in. He helped me up on the table and I sat in the well that was clearly below the level of the table. The lid closed tight against my legs, holding me captive again. As he latched the lid closed he explained that the latches were to keep anyone from seeing it move, thus giving away the secret.

He had me lie back and asked me to put my hands into the wrist cuffs at either side of my head. When I bit my lip, he reminded me that he had already had the perfect opportunity to do something evil if he had of wanted. I took a deep breath and lay my wrists back into the cuffs in agreement.

Dirk was about to fasten the first cuff when he took a hard look at my face and asked, “You’re very pretty. Mind posing for a photo for my collection?”

“You’re collection?”

He walked across the room to a shelf and came back with a photo album. He flipped through a few pages and then held the book up for me to see that he had several pictures of different girls in my very position seemingly terrified. I could see they were posing for the camera and I felt okay with joining his album despite seeing that he would want some of my bra exposed again as nearly all the girls had allowed him.

After agreeing that he could take a picture of me, he turned the page and showed me several more pictures that were showing a little more of the girls. Each were slightly exposed and two had one of their boobs right out on display for the camera. I knew what he was asking, and between getting slightly turned on by the pictures of the entrapped girls and the artful nature of each picture, I nodded my head with apparent shame over my decision. He sat the book down and stared at me for a moment as if sizing up what pose he wanted. Without asking this time, he began unbuttoning my top again and all the way. He asked me to sit up and he gingerly pushed the sides of my blouse off my shoulders, and then proceeded to take it off entirely. An automatic impulse brought my arms in front of me to cover my boobs, but when he laughed at my modesty, I realized how ridiculous I looked. I had after all, just given him permission to bare at least one of my breasts for a picture. Covering my bra was just silly.

After helping me to lie down again, I instinctively placed my wrists into the restraints and waited as he strapped me in. The heat was building between my legs again as he had to go upstairs for his camera. I would find out shortly that he was also locking his front door. When he got back, he looked me over again and asked me what pose I might like to strike for my album picture. Since he already had two girls showing their boobs, I wasn’t going to say anything less. But then, I couldn’t tell him what I wanted without appearing whorish. So instead, I left it up to the male mind and I told him it was up to him; that all I wanted was a good picture.

Slowly, Dirk reached his hand out and slipped the left bra strap off my shoulder. He kept stepping back as if to gauge how much of me he wanted exposed, and each time would move the strap lower until most of my left tit was hanging out. I looked down to see my nipples were reacting as expected once more and then he came back to display the nipple on that side. I could tell he was taking his sweet time exposing me for his own pleasure. He even jostled my boob when it was totally uncovered as if to get it to spill off my chest naturally. That hardened my nipples even more. With one more look, he appeared dissatisfied still and came back to me.

“Sorry, but you’re so damn beautiful and have the sweetest virgin-like breasts. You’re definitely going to be the best photo in my album, so…”

With that, he yanked on the sides of my jersey bra until both my tits popped into view and wrestled it down about six inches below my swells. My natural reaction was to arch my back and twist against my wrist restraints, which I’m sure only served as an inviting gesture to him. He grabbed his camera, wet his finger tips and twisted each nipple until it was satisfactorily hard for him. He jostled each of them again, covered the trap door with the sheet up to my belly, and stood back to take the picture of me.

Dirk told me to look frightened, twist against my bonds, and arch my back as if struggling. He liked my posed struggle and told me to hold it as he took three pictures from slightly different angles. As he sat the camera down, he told me that he would print out the pictures before I left and asked me if I wanted a copy. I agreed that I did and was glad to hear him referring to me as leaving in the future. Being half nude and an ornament to this fake operating table had me a little worried until then.

“Damn! I forgot the blood and shit.”

“What?” I cried out, “What blood?”

Dirk chuckled and said, “For the pictures. You gotta have blood and stuff.”

He went behind me out of sight and now I was frightened all over again. I just knew he was going for a knife and flashed back to the other pictures I had seen. There had been blood on the girls and I struggled fruitlessly to get out of the cuffs holding me. When he came back he saw the fear in my eyes as I saw he had indeed retrieved a huge carving knife and set it on my stomach. I felt tears coming to my eyes as he rubbed a hand over my right tit, and when he saw me about to pitch into a fit of screaming, he worked to soothe my fears.

“Calm down Heather, calm down.” He squeezed a tube of jell onto my boob where he had been rubbing and then my chest heaved trying to catch my breath. He smiled almost sweetly at me as he perfected his anointment of me and I even laughed very nervously. The blood he had spoken of was imitation blood and he was spreading it like the horror pro he had been proving of himself. “See, I didn’t mean to say it that way. I guess you got pretty scared there. It’s just your standard fake blood that makeup artists use. It washes right off.” He even licked it to show me it was safe and mostly sugar.

“You really freaked me out there for a minute. So, the knife is just another prop?”

“Oh, it’s real enough, but yes; it’s just a prop.”

He took the knife and put the sharpened edge of it to the bottom of my right tit, and worked it a little too tightly against my skin until it stayed where he wanted it. Then he squeezed a little of the blood onto the blade right against my skin to give the effect that it was slicing into me. I had to admit, it looked real and very horrifying to me.

Dirk went behind me again and I heard him washing his hands, or so I thought. When he came back, he had the tube of blood in one hand and something squirming in his other. As I watched intently, he put a large amount of the blood in the hollow of my belly and spread it into a small pool. Then he showed me what had been moving in his other hand; it was a bunch of large, gross worms. I screamed over the thought of what he was doing as he worked them into the blood. He told me they were the perfect look for small intestines falling out of a deep wound in my belly.

I cried for him to hurry and take the picture so he could remove those damn squirming and wiggling worms from my skin. They were creeping me out so bad that I had to force my eyes open for each of his pictures. When he was through taking the pictures, I begged him to hurry up and take them away, but he stood over me and laughed as he watched them wiggling around on me.

“Calm down, girl. Close your eyes and think about the feeling for a moment. I bet if you relax for just a minute you’ll see that they’re doing a lot more than just grossing you out. Think about their motion and what it’s doing to you down there. Your belly is a lot more closely attached to you’re special little area than you might think.”

When I forced myself to do as he said, I saw that he was right again. I was squeezing my labia so tightly that my clitoris was caught in the clamp-like vice of my own muscles. It was so frigging odd, but these filthy worms squiggling around on my belly were making a second disturbing impression on me. After I had tried his suggestion, he removed the worms but told me that he had to wash them off before letting me go. The worms turned out to be fishing bait bought at any store and needed to go back into a fridge to keep them alive till Halloween.

Dirk reappeared with a towel and a wet face cloth, removed the knife, and began wiping up the blood from my belly. I told him I could do that, but when he said he didn’t mind, I knew he was asking my permission to allow him the privilege of feeling me up some more. He had a nice touch, so I simply kept my mouth shut and enjoyed my self. Next, he almost lovingly wiped the blood from my tit and even washed the left one despite it already being free of any mess. I watched his face as he clearly enjoyed feeling up my taut breasts and even complimented them several times. Okay, I know he would have said that over even skuzzy looking boobs, but a girl never gets tired of hearing compliments about her greatest sexual attraction.

While Dirk worked to release my hands, he spoke softly about how it was clear to him that I was doomed to become a bondage vixen for some dungeon master. I laughed nervously, but mostly because he was probably closer to being right than not. After helping me out and off the table, I tugged my bra back into place and reached for my blouse. Before I got it on though, he suggested that I leave it off for another prop. He talked me into it by pointing out that he had already seen my chest and I was now as covered as I would be at any pool. He was making me feel sultry, so I agreed to his request.

Before moving on to the gag mentioned, he wanted to show me the rest of his setup that was ready. He left for a moment to turn the lights out, the special lights on, and I heard an air compressor start up in the distance. When he came back, he began walking me through the parts of the Maze that were already set up. The first thing I felt was something furry rubbing against the calves of my legs and I screamed out. He laughed and told me to look down, and I saw two flexible dusters attached horizontally from the walls. A nice touch to say the least!

At the end of that run was a large picture on the wall of a pumpkin headed ghoul, and then he pulled away that picture to reveal a full nude picture of one of his past helpers. The girl was strapped tightly to a table like the one I had just been on and it looked like she was being electrocuted. She was a beautiful girl and even her bush was right out there to be seen. He told me that there had been a large button next to the display that said – DON’T PUSH – on it. Naturally, every one would push it and the actress would act like she was getting electrocuted.

“You let little kids see that,” I asked?

“No, no, of course not! They see the pumpkin poster, and after ten I take down the G-rated posters to show these. And when I used that prop in my haunted house before ten o’clock, the girl was in a halter top and shorts until it was adult time.”

I asked him about the adult thing and he told me that every year he would sex-up the props and photos after ten o’clock and turn his haunt into an adults only spook fest. I never knew that, but I also knew that being in jail he hadn’t been doing this for years. I asked him about the rest of his displays and gimmicks and it turned out that just about everything had two ways of being promoted. Just as he was telling me that, he sort of nudged me around the corner in front of him and I got a sudden blast of air right up my legs to my crotch. I jumped like a cat out of water as he laughed his ass off.

Between his laughter, he told me, “That works a lot better on girls in skirts and bare legs than with guys, but it catches everyone by surprise because they’re usually talking about the posters as they round the corner.”

“I bet…” I responded, “And a lot of panty shots at that?”

That reminded me about the dress up area I had seen as a little girl and I asked about it. “I have often wondered about that. Be honest with me… were you taking pictures of girls as they changed?”

Dirk raised his eyebrows and simple left his answer as, “That would be illegal.”

Yeah, right. And eventually it got your ass sent to jail. A little further on there was seemingly a hundred black threads hanging from the ceiling that felt like you were suddenly walking through cobwebs. Just as I was getting over the spine tingling they had caused me, a white thing went flying right past me along the wall. I screamed out yet again and Dirk broke up over my fright. It was nothing more than a tennis ball covered by white cloth to resemble a ghost. It was on a steel wire that with a blast of air would be pushed back and forth as people passed an electric eye.

“Damn, mister, you really ought to be doing this as a business. You’re really good at it.” He asked what I liked the best so far, and I had to admit that the big prop displays that I had tried out were my favorites. Maybe that was because of the human actors needed to make them work. But deeper in my thoughts, I was thinking that maybe it had to do with knowing what it felt like to be held captive by the devices. I referred to the props as interactive and he told me that just having live actors in them didn’t really make them interactive. But he beamed with pride when he told me that his newest gimmick was created for just that detail.

After several other frights and scares, sound effects and odd smells, we had made our way back to the start of the maze and were at the stairs. I sort of felt like Dirk had forgotten to show me the last ingenious device he had told me cost him so much money to build and reminded him about it. He pointed to the cage at the bottom of the stairs, but I failed to see what was so scary about something little more than an abstract piece of artwork hanging on a wall. Another smirk beamed from Dirks face as he began to explain it.

“It cost me twelve hundred dollars to have this built, but it’s worth every penny of it. You have no idea how hard it is to make something look this demolished. But everything was well thought out and it works great.” He turned to me and asked, “Ready to give it a try?”

I raised my eyebrows, and still couldn’t see what was so attractive about this item, but I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “Why not?”

I watched him unlatch the front door and swing it away. He turned to me and I asked him what I had to do. When he looked at my bra, I looked down and knew what he wanted immediately. After taking a deep breath, I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. But that wasn’t all he wanted.

“Come on, this is the masterpiece of the house this year. I need the shorts off, too.”

I frowned at him, and saw that now he had asked for more on each device. Granted, that had also made the other two props more pleasant, but I just didn’t see what was so great about this damn cage. After a little coaxing, I finally told him I would take off my shorts, but not my underwear. He accepted that and I began unsnapping my shorts. I had never undressed in front of a guy his age before, I figured at least forty, and hesitated over showing him anymore than I had already. I dropped them beside my blouse and bra and held out my arms to pronounce myself ready to experience my last prop.

Dirk had me step up onto the base platform of the cage and had me place my legs right in front of two lines on the wall at very specific angles. I was looking down and instead of telling me to lie back against the rear bars; he pushed his hand against my mons. I didn’t slap his hand, but I raised my eyebrows in a very fervent manner. That would teach him. He all but ignored me and began placing my hands in positions also thought out ahead of time. I felt a lot better when Dirk asked me if I was okay before shutting the door on me. I should have been scared out of my wits, but there was just something so comforting about his mannerisms.

As I watched the steel bars coming right at my face, he paid close attention to make sure I was positioned properly. As the door closed, the bars intertwined just perfectly to hold my right hand as well as any manacle would have, about a foot away from my face and at head height. He was right; he put a lot of planning into this damn thing. As he kept closing the door, first my right knee fell perfectly between two bars, then my boobs, and then my left knee poked through just as a final push secured me more tightly than the operating table had earlier. My left hand was about the only thing that could move and only a few inches. That was also engineered for just that ability. It was the only part of me that could reach out through the bars; except for my nipples that just barely stuck past them. I could hardly turn my head enough to see him actually closing a pad lock on the hasp and that got me worried once more.

“Just breathe normally, Heather, and you’ll get use to it in seconds. I swear… I’m going to let you out in a few minutes after I show you the real attraction of the Crush, as I call it. And the first thing you already see is that it holds my victim in place perfectly.” He stood back a little and said, “It really looks like you were in the cage when it was crushed. I love it.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “But now I know how you must have felt when you were stuck in jail.”

I didn’t even realize what I had done at first, but as I watched his eyes growing large, I knew I had said too much.

“What do you mean… jail?”

“You know… I heard the rumors about you… and a certain fourteen year old. I know you haven’t been around here for years because of it.”

Dirk looked towards the floor for a minute as I tried to tell him I didn’t care what he had done in his past; I still trusted him. Then after I explained everything I had heard, he looked up at me and stated, “And thinking I’m a pedophile, you still came over here and tried out all these gadgets, and in the buff at that.” He shook his head slowly as his smirk and very knowing smile came beaming out. He had caught me acting lascivious in all my actions. But he floored me when he said, “Okay, I’ll admit it. I did do a little peeking back when I started this whole haunted house thing, and I do remember you coming by in your little belly dancer costume. You were just too cute to ever forget. But guess what, little lady? I never touched a soul… and I’ve never been to jail. I was living upstate caring for my ailing mother for the last seven years. This house was hers and she left it to me when she died three months ago, so I moved back here.”

I didn’t have a clue on how to respond to all this new information, but one thing was for sure. Now he knew I had voluntarily allowed a man that I thought was a molester to strip me, and even grope me rather liberally. And knowing all that, here I was locked in a cage unable to move an inch and naked except for my panties. I began apologizing for my wrong assumptions and told him I had only come to his house out of curiosity, but I could see he really had me pegged with my own truths. Finally Dirk made up his mind and offered me two options. One would set me free, and the other would reveal the real me.

“Well, Heather, it’s like this. I ought to just open the cage and let you be on your way. But I have this feeling in the back of my head that you don’t really want to leave until I finish showing you me newest gizmo here. You want to go?”

I closed my eyes and felt the bars pressing into every inch of my body. Standing before this man I knew what my body wanted, but now that he knew I came here fully aware of the danger presented, it was my mind that needed to make a decision. I finally shook my head slowly as far as the bars would allow me.

“That’s good… that means you trust me. So, I’ll lay my cards on the table for you. I love watching you squirm around for me. You have one hell of a petite little body that’s driving me insane and I would love to have an hour alone with you to ravage, but that’s not why I invited you down here. And I admit that I absolutely love tits like yours; taut and firm still, but with a nice girlish hang to them. And those fucking nipples…”

He began pacing in front of me and went on. “Obviously, you came here expecting me to molest you. I guess you would leave somewhat fulfilled if I let you go right now, but I think you want more than what I’ve done so far. So, it’s like this. If I do anything you really don’t like, all you have to do is say you want to leave and I’ll stop and let you go. If you don’t say anything, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to ravage that hot little body of yours, but I refuse to screw you under these conditions. You understand?”

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and attempted to nod my head. When I opened my eyes again, he was gone from my view. When he came back, he had the camera again and he began taking pictures of me. I didn’t really mind and even acted hostile for the camera. After a half dozen pictures, he left my sight again and this time came back with scissors and duct tape. I figured he was going to tape my mouth.

I felt his fingers running over my vulva in a beckoning motion and it quickly began making me quiver against the bars. I could feel the crotch of my panties growing wet and he was smiling over the feel of me. Seeing his face displaying how much he enjoyed the softness between my legs made me smile. And then I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he quickly forced me to have a very serious orgasm. I felt embarrassed as he slipped two fingers around the side of my panties and wiped them through my lips. He brought his fingers to my mouth and when he stuck them to my lips, I began sucking on them.

My eyes turned downwards as I felt him cutting either side of my panties. And in one swift ripping motion, I felt them getting ripped between my legs. But instead of throwing them to the side, he brought them to my face, and began working them between my lips. It was the first time I had ever been gagged and I found it highly erotic as he worked the entire tattered cloth into my mouth. Having my own underwear stuffed into my mouth was absolutely hot under these conditions. He ripped several pieces of tape off the roll and began taping them into my mouth. Being locked between the heavy steel bars and having my breathing limited to my nose, I became putty in his hands. He slid what felt like two fingers into me and massaged my canal for a few moments; all the while he worked my clit with a frigging motion of his thumb. When I moaned, he backed away and took several more pictures of me. This time I was too needy for the feel of his hands on me to even think about the limited poses I could offer him.

I was suddenly snapped back to reality when Dirk’s voice thundered through my head. “The scene should be obvious, Heather. My late night guests pay to party here for the night, and they get to walk and enjoy my haunted house and exhibits as much as they want. The first thing they’ll see when they come down the stairs will be the girl in this cage. At first she’s to act dead, but when they touch her, she’ll come alive in their hands. She’ll try to squirm at first, but soon she’ll give up and simply watch as they fondle her.” He reached out and began feeling my left boob through the bars as he continued talking. “You looked so lovely in your pretty pink panties that I’ve decided to start the girl out like that, and around midnight, I’ll cut them away as I did yours. I think using them to muffle her moans would be a good touch, as well. What do you think?”

I tried nodding my head again.

Then, I heard a knocking that appeared to come from upstairs and grew fearful over anyone else seeing me like this.

Dirk told me, “That’s the girl that I’m talking about right now. She was coming by to see if I wanted her for anything this year, but I don’t think I need to answer the door; do I? I bet you want to be my display girl now. Am I right? Would you like to be exposed like this to my guests and have the fingers of strange men and women grabbing at you all night? I’m guessing you’d love to hear their comments and have them fawning over your luscious body.”

I heard another knocking at the door, but Dirk’s words were driving me too crazy to worry about it. What he was asking of me would be the most humiliating thing I’d ever done in my life, but everything in me was telling me that his words rang true.

“I already have the other girls I need for the other exhibits, but I still need to fill this spot. It’s yours if you want it, but you need to understand that my adult guests will have you as my first interactive display.” He took another feel of my tit and then ran his hand down to insert his fingers into me again. It caused me to moan like a wailing ghost, but I still couldn’t bring myself to answer him. There was a third rapping at the door and he played on my vanity. “You would be the girl that everyone talks about for years to come, but if you can’t do it, you can’t do it. That’s okay; but I really have to answer the door though.”

Dirk turned to head up the stairs and I saw my aroused state slipping away from me. As he got to the mid point of the stairs, my mouth attempted to do what my mind couldn’t.

I murmured as loud as I could past the panties gagging me, “I’ll do it!”

Dirk stopped in his tracks and as he turned back to look at me, all he asked was, “Are you sure?”

I nodded my head one last time for my captor, and he grinned as he came back to me. He slowly began rewarding me with the very thing that had drawn me to this house in the first place. His lips went to nurse at my swollen nipples, and his hands roamed my body as freely as they wanted. My left hand twisted grotesquely through the bars trying to grab for anything. I was so glad that I couldn’t stop him and closed my eyes as I thought of how wonderful his hands would have felt on that very first visit of mine years earlier. I knew I was fantasizing over very depraved acts, but my body was lusting on its own now.

After I was sure that the knocking had ceased, I began wondering what I had gotten myself into. It was wildly erotic being trapped in such a molded position and being molested unencumbered by the holder of my freedom. I pictured what it would be like being on display in front of children to scare them, and as the viewers changed to adults, having my clothes torn away and transforming me into a piece of artwork. I thought of the probing hands and fingers I would have to deal with, and then I finally thought about the worst part of all this for me. I was less than three blocks from my parent’s house, and they would surely catch wind of my abhorrent behavior. But even risk of that most humiliating exposure was pushed to the wayside as I felt Dirk’s fingers making themselves comfortable within my vagina.

Often, in my fantasies, I would wonder over what it might feel like to suddenly be naked in front of many other people, and now that I had signed up for that to happen, my body tingled with minor convulsions while Dirk continued exploring my body. And as my arousal grew in strength my entire body tried to push forward into his grip of me. Everything he had thrust upon me was allowing me to live out those dreams I had been having ever since coming here to his basement haunt as a little girl. I was naked in front of a much older man, being toyed with at his hands; my body parts being examined at will. The thought that many others would be doing this to me in a couple of weeks was just as frightening as it was electrifying to my mind.

“You know, after the kids leave and I take away your clothes, you’ll still have to twist and turn as if stuck forever in this cage. You’ll have to sell your torturous end for all my adult guests. Can you do that?”

Dirk began biting at my left nipple and I murmured into my gag, once the panties I had worn here, and tried nodding my head for him. At that very moment I felt enslaved to this man and incapable of saying no to anything he asked of me. I probably would have agreed to be a prostitute to his pimping ways if that was what he asked, but luckily, all he was asking was for me to entertain his guests as modern living art. The interaction part of Dirk’s masterpiece was just a new form of statement from a budding artist, and I felt oddly proud to have been selected as the main object for his exhibit.

I soon found that my master sculptor was also a very educated lover. His hands weren’t just haphazardly running across my skin and most private areas of enticement, but they were like a concert of activities that were slowly bringing me to a massive orgasm unlike any I had ever had before. And when one hand stayed embedded within me, the fingers of the other began stimulating my clit into a fit of convulsion causing waves of pleasure.

It was only after a half dozen waves of climaxing shudders rode through me that I had to begin screaming into my gag continuously until Dirk understood I could take no more. He pulled the gag from my mouth and after a minute of capturing my breath, I begged him to release me. I could see he was worried about my sudden need to be released, and he worked feverishly to do that as quickly as possible. My knees buckled under me as Dirk offered his hand to guide me back to the floor, and even though I could barely feel some parts of me, my only thoughts were to banish his fears. I pressed my naked form into his body and sprung upward on my toes to work a kiss on him every bit as passion-filled as his fingers had done for me.

Dirk looked down at my face as I pulled away and his eyes seared into mine as he asked, “I let my other model get away from me because you said you wanted the job as my crush victim. I thought she was the perfect person to have trapped in there because she can be such a bitch in real life; people would find her a very fitting victim. Are you sure you can be her replacement?”

After making my dreams manifest truer than I had even invented in my own mind, there was no way I could refuse to be the centerpiece of his exhibit. I looked lustfully into his eyes and assured him, “I’m your bitch!”

Halloween came at me like a thunderous train. I had seen Dirk everyday and even helped him prepare the rest of his props and gags. I knew that being the master of reading people to the point of knowing how to freak the hell out of them that he could see the mixed emotions I had over what was coming for me. He also had to see just how full of anticipation I was to have it all begin. After greeting and helping prepare the two other girls for their roles as youthful fright actors, I watched on as Dirk was as excited as a little kid as he prepared the camera that would capture my entire performance. Five minutes later, I was in my cage and ready to entertain; not to mention, be entertained by my master of horror.

After the parade of guests got under way, I looked down through my hooded mask to see three young boys; probably all around twelve, as they pondered whether the figure entrapped in the cage before them was real or not. One of then tugged gently at the tattered t-shirt Dirk had dressed me in to see if I would react, and unlike the witch that had been instructed to only scare revelers upon their exit, I was told to bring their minds to fearful frustration as they entered the maze of displays and props. And that was exactly what I had practiced to utter perfection as I meticulously moaned out my plea, “Pleeease… help… me. I’m trapped!”

The second I began my act, all three of them jumped back and then ran for the entrance to the maze as I saw Dirk smiling with great pleasure over his creation. When it was only he and I alone there, he took a quick swipe with his fingers through the opened crotch of the tight fitting shorts he had bought for me. They would lie in sheared rags at the foot of the cage in another two hours, along with the tee I was wearing. He had taken me to the store to buy my outfit for the night and had me select the very panties that he would be gagging me with at the stroke of midnight, as I suspected several guests would be watching.

I was so glad Dirk had agreed to my hood. It was made of a fabric that allowed me to see out, but obscured my face well. I knew that the chance of people from my own neighborhood walking through his haunted house was a very likely possibility, so I could have my fun and yet remain anonymous throughout the night.

Over the last two weeks, we had rehearsed and practiced every aspect of my incarceration for this night, and except for overlooking the primal urge for sex of the young boys, all was going just fine. Every day I met with Dirk I was treated to a groping and pawing that would leave me wanting the touch of my own fingers the moment I left his house. And even though I would receive a fervent molesting each day, he never once tried to take it further. He never tried to fuck me, nor did he even request a blowjob like I would have at least expected. He seemed in perfect tune to understand what I had dreamed about for the last eight years and gave it to me daily.

When Dirk heard the three boys nearing the exit several minutes later, be backed into the shadows to watch what would happen several more times before it turned into the adult show. As the boys went for the stairs, one of the more daring young adventurers took a last look at me and reached out his hand for a quick feel of my crotch. His fingers felt deftly at me trying to understand what it was exactly that he was violating. One of his friends felt emboldened to act as well, and came back down the stairs. He thrust his hand under my t-shirt and directly to my left tit to cop a forbidden feel of the foolish girl that had allowed herself to be locked inside a cage that forbid her to stop the actions of desperate adolescent inquisitiveness. As disturbing as it was to see yet another young male taking indecent liberties with me, it was exhilarating to think that tonight I would be in his masturbatory dreams and most likely, for years to come.

I was beginning to understand the attraction I had for Dirk as I was used to make the same sexually tormenting fantasies for other young people. I had never thought that this would be a part of my night, but I smiled under my mask when I realized I would be part of these boys’ fantasies for years to come; just as Dirk had become part of mine.

Dirk had devilishly placed a clock on the wall just opposite of me to taunt me with the timed sequences of my exposure to the public viewers. When the youngsters had ceased to come see his haunted house, it seemed to take forever for that thing to work its way to the ten o’clock hour. My body was tingling as I heard the first adult partiers coming down the stairs. I wondered why Dirk hadn’t cut away my tee and shorts yet as planned. However, as the partiers began flooding around my cage at the bottom of the stairs, and others filled the steps themselves, I began understanding that the first groups of people were to receive their own fantasy making images.

Dirk pushed his way through the crowd on the stairs and stood directly in front of me. He turned to them and spoke for all to hear.

“As I promised upstairs, this is my best terror filled exhibit I’ve ever procured. Can you imagine the horror of this lovely female prisoner and captive when her portable jail cell fell off the truck hauling her to prison? Lying there in the middle of the road had to be frightening as she wondered what would happen when the next car down the road came upon her. Would it be able to stop in time before careening into her full force? And worse for her was the fact that there was a long curve just before her eyes that would hamper her efforts to be spared a horrible accident.”

I suddenly freaked out in my mind when I saw two young men standing directly in front of me. Despite their Halloween masks, I knew them well. They lived two and thre doors away from me and knew me just as well. I was so glad that I had insisted on the hood and had even helped make it a part of his story. It was my one saving apparel that would keep them from recognizing me as the neighbor girl. Knowing that, it became euphoric to me that they were about to eye me in almost the same way they had always wanted to when passing me on the sidewalk.

Dirk smiled as he paced to one side giving his listeners a moment to reflect on the horrors I had endured to bring me before their eyes, and as I heard his description for the first time of how my enclosure was supposed to have come about, I saw a pride in his handiwork that would never leave me. Every girl I could see was clearly engrossed in visualizing the very images he was instilling in their minds. Even the guys seemed to have dire thoughts working at their faces. He turned back to them and inparted the rest of his imagined horror story. I loved every word of it and realized how it fit into the next part so well.

“The poor girl must have felt so relieved when she heard the backup tones from the truck that had just spilled her vulnerable self to the roadway. ‘Saved…’ could have been her only thoughts as she turned and waited for that truck to back directly into her cage; bumping it just hard enough to cause her the slightest anger over her treatment. As the two men got out and stood to each side of the human kennel wondering just how they would get it back onto the bed of the truck, the girl probably cursed them profusely over their bumbling efforts to successfully transport her to prison.”

Dirk poked my legs in several places to show I was only the lifeless body I appeared to be and went on in a very captivating, ghost story telling way. “Can you imagine what she thought as she looked between the two men when their faces went from puzzlement… to abject fear? Can you perceive the terror that would have come to her own face, her entire body, as she realized that not only had each face turned fearful, but that both men on either side of her had snapped their heads to the roadway behind her? And even before she would have had time to turn around, I’m sure she fully understood the anguishing results of her demise when that truck rounding the bend begun blaring its air horn in a futile attempt to make her image magically disappear from the roadway.

I know she had time to turn and see her death coming full long onto her by the way she was brought to me in this condition. She would have heard the feeble attempt of that big rig… as it admirably tried in vane to screech to a halt under the tons of force of its air brakes. The men that sold this engrossing and terrifying exhibit to me spelled out as many details for me as they could remember, but in the end… it all came down to what you see here before you. This poor girl here, her only crime being a prostitute from a small town in the southwest, watched this once amazingly impenetrable steel cage crushing between the weight and force of the trucks… in a fraction of a second. And now, within twelve inches of confinement that had once been four feet, you can see her exact position as she was crushed and caught for an eternity.

I would show you her face, but miraculously, it was the only part of her body that had received the true death blow, leaving the rest of her frame wholly uninjured. You would vomit if I removed it.”

I took a final rehearsed breath to still my lungs as I felt Dirk cutting up the front of my shirt to prove to the onlookers that the body before them was undamaged. I felt him pushing the sides of the shirt away from me and tucking them wide open behind bars. We both thought that wearing a bra would take away from the erotic nature of him exposing me, so I was instantly right out there for all to stare upon. And as rehearsed, he made sure not to expose my nipples, as their obvious growth over their exposure would reveal I certainly was not dead.

I felt the scissors cutting up each side of my shorts, and as planned, even some of the side of my panties to give a seductive look for his patrons. I heard the shears fall to the floor and braced hard as I felt him tugging the cut shorts down between my legs to discard them. I felt the cut side of my panties falling to what had to be a tantalizing and alluring placement. The “oohs and ahhs” coming from my viewers made that clear to me.

Dirk poked me several times and as I peeked through my hood, I saw the final act coming up and awaited my cue.

A naive girl finally asked if I was, “really dead, just a very lifelike prop, or what?”

Dirk offered her the chance to feel the cold, stiff skin of my leg, and she got close. She was girlishly weary to touch me and it took prodding from Dirk to force her to finally reach out her hand. She ran her fingertips down my thigh, and just as the turned to tell everyone that she felt how I was still warm and thus not a body, I stiffened my entire body in an all over wince and moaned loudly, “Pleeasse… oh god… heeeelp me.”

Dirk was a true master of the arts. The girl freaked into a full body convulsion that aided in scaring the hell out of everyone else. As a girl, I knew I had aided greatly in making this poor girl pee a little out of shear terror and fright. After a lively discussion among my onlookers over Dirk’s newest investment, he saw several of the males trying to get a peek under my tattered shirt. He finished ripping it off me, and once again I thanked the heavens for the hood covering my face. Especially, when it was one of my neighbors, that was first to ask if it would be okay to grab a feel of my breasts.

Dirk responded with, “Well, that’s what makes this an interactive display. Go ahead and see how life like my mannequin is… go ahead.”

I resented on some level being referred to as a mannequin, and even a little more at being offered up as a grab prize, but I had known this was coming and fell into a lulled sense of satisfaction over each examination. I grew quite embarrassed when I saw two girls prodding their male dates to take a free feel of the “dummy’s” crotch, and even more when one of the girls made her point by being the first to massage my vulva in her own hand. I guess being a girl she knew exactly how to probe my folds so as to force me to squirm under her touch.

Several of those first people to walk the maze took a turn at fondling different parts of my body, and each was as exciting to me as the next. I was left craving for more hands on me when the stairs cleared away. But, as I took a look at where the camera had to be, I was thankful that Dirk had promised me my own copy of it later. With the bright light spotlighting my torso, I couldn’t make out where the camera was, but just knowing it was there was wild in its own right.

Things were very crazy over the next two hours and I felt like such a deviant as I enjoyed each touch. I even grabbed a couple of hands and wrists that wandered too closely to the fingers of my left hand. I think the thing that really amazed me was just how many girls and women felt free to molest me. I never would have guessed that so many would feel free to take advantage of another female like that. I really loved it when the newcomers would first walk down the stairs and see me in my crushed cage. Scaring the hell out of people turned out to be a knack I was well suited to handle. And oddly enough, they would normally start out touching my legs to see if I was real, but after scaring them, they didn’t hesitate often to finger my breasts or my crotch. But as the night wore on, I felt my panties growing wet under the touches of the guests and that was what bothered me most. These deviant’s got to see what their poking and prodding was forcing my body to do as it reacted on its own.

At five till midnight, Dirk escorted everyone out of the basement and a few minutes later returned with a new batch of people. I was happy to see that my neighbors had stayed around to see me having my panties cut away before their eyes. There was something extremely exciting in knowing I was getting exposed to two young men that I knew rather well from the neighborhood, and the story was told yet again to the newly formed group of gawkers. Dirk finished cutting away the cotton panties I had picked out knowing that they were going to end up in my mouth as my gag for the last leg of the night. I watched the eyes of my neighbors light up as Dirk snatched the cloth away from me and I knew that he would soon be forcing them into my mouth.

The plan had been crafted that he would untie my hood just enough so that his guests could see what he was doing to me, but in an instant, he pulled the entire hood over my head. I threw daggers at him even as my neighbor cried out, “Look, its Heather… from next door. There I was stripped totally naked with my eyes bulging out over the searing mental pain Dirk had just heaped on me, and as I started to bitch him out for it, the remnants of my panties were getting forced between my lips. I refused to help him after betraying me, but in my position it was rather easy for him to pry my mouth open. I could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what he had done to me and seeing that I was going to spit out the cloth before he had a chance to tape it in place, the bastard actually had the nerve to ask the man that obviously knew me to rip it off for him.

As the guy aided Dirk, they conversed about me as if I was an inanimate object. He even announced exactly where I lived and how he and his friend had often eyed me on the street. Since the guy already knew I was there as an interactive display, he felt quite free at rubbing my body as Dirk secured the tape to the back of my head. When his hand went between my legs, I began moaning against it, but Dirk told him to never mind my protests; it was just a part of the act. Soon, in front of at least a dozen other people, he had his fingers inside of me and was masturbating me to my great humiliation. Dirk kept staring at me as tears came to my eyes, but again he complimented me on my acting skills so no one would be afraid to touch me.

Soon, my neighbor’s friend took his turn at humiliating me, and now that my face was exposed to the world, I could only cringe in embarrassment. One older woman in attendance stated how no one would ever get her panties into her mouth as a gag, and her date made a vulgar sound over how nasty he thought it was him self. I closed my eyes and knew I had approximately two hours before my humiliation was to end, and now that my vagina was exposed to everyone, I knew that would be their new area of amusement. I heard what appeared to be a party going on upstairs and wondered just how many people would be coming past me, and when there was a slight lull between the viewers, Dirk came over to comfort me. Oddly enough, he did just that.

Dirk leaned up to kiss my tear stained face and licked his tongue over my cheek. “I know you don’t like having people you know see you in my exhibit, but you have to admit that there is an excitement knowing that you’ll have to pass these people again. Knowing that you have been the main treat of my famous haunted house will stick in your mind just as much as the first time you came down here, and I bet you’ll gladly be coming back next year to see what I’ve come up with as my second interactive horror prop.”

He ran his fingers deep into my folds and wiggled them around and added, “Just look how wet these people have gotten you? It must drive you crazy knowing that everyone wants one feel of your delightfully gorgeous body. You don’t really hate me now, do you? Huh, do you?”

His words had turned my embarrassment and anger into a wistful avenue of indulgence, and he had successfully calmed me down. So much so, that when my neighbor and his friend came back to fondle me again before leaving for the night, I allowed them to see through my eyes just what their touches were really doing to me. After they left, I guess I was beginning to hear what the patrons were really saying, and Dirk was right. They were complimenting me on my participation and having the guts to do something so vile and nasty in front of so many people. Even the woman that had spoken earlier about never getting her panties stuck in her mouth came back for a last look at me. I saw in her eyes that she had a devilish grin coming to her face just as her hand began making its way in between my legs. I felt her drive her fingers into me several times, and when she pulled them out, she sucked on them lewdly right in front of me.

She exclaimed, “Now if I tasted like this, maybe I would let some man stuff my panties into my mouth.”

That told me that Dirk knew some pretty weird people, with this woman coming off as one very dominating butch lesbian. As the noise died down and it was just before two in the morning, I waited for Dirk to come release me. In a few minutes, he was coming down the stairs but walked right by me. A few minutes after that, the girl came walking out of the maze that had been on the operating table and was putting on her top.

The girl stopped to talk to me, but when she saw I was still gagged she said, “You haven’t had to wear that all night, have you?”

I shook my head and moaned for her to remove it, but she asked, “Ah, that probably came at midnight, right?”

I nodded and continued moaning for her to release me.

“Not a bad way to earn two hundred dollars in six hours, huh? And having so many people looking at you half dressed all night is like… wow! But look at you! They got to see all of you, and I see why the buzz was all about the girl out front with the fantastic tits.” She reached up and cupped my left boob in her hand and I could see she was just about to take a bite of my nipple when the other girl playing the witch came up front with Dirk.

That girl ran her hand over my thigh on her way by and the three of them went upstairs. I wondered why Dirk hadn’t released me, but my mind ran through all the things that had happened to me and the thought that I was going to even get paid was an added bonus. I knew I would shrink whenever I saw the neighbors in the future and even the man that recognized me from the local grocery store. I was just getting into the mindset of being somewhat of a star when Dirk came back down the stairs for me.

He had his camera and began taking pictures of me yet again as he had during every stage of my different display modes. But when he spoke, I became very worried that he hadn’t released me yet.

“I hope tonight was everything you thought it would be? All my guests were raving about your acting abilities, not to mention your raw beauty.” He went from my sight as he continued telling me about the compliments he had gotten during the night. And we he came back, my fear grew even more. He had a small TV table, covered with a white cloth, with metal devices that I recognized as nipple clamps on it. There was a cloth roll next to them that he slowly unfurled and my mind began shrieking in fear as I saw the handle of a knife, several pointed instruments, and hemostats. After all the horror movies I had seen, I knew they were this fucker’s torture kit and tears ran from my eyes and down my cheeks.

Dirk took one of the nipple clamps and began applying it to my right tit. I mournfully begged him to release me. I would have done anything for him to let me go at that point. He attached the second clamp to my other nipple and then began turning the little wheel to adjust just how hard it gripped me. I winced out in pain and moaned loudly for him to stop. When he did, he began torturing my mind along with my body.

He left again, and when he came back, he had a small television with a built in tape player. He sat it on the table and pushed in the tape. When it started playing, I saw one of his past witches hanging from his contraption. Her left breast was already hanging out in view, and then I saw him stand in front of the girl as she twisted in fear of him. I watched him rip the front of her top down to reveal her other breast as well, and then as he worked the camera back to see more of the girl, I saw the very same table that was now sitting in front of me.

I watched in horror as the girl began acting as fearfully as I felt at the moment. He grabbed the very same nipple clamping devices now attached to me, and placed them on her nipples. When he twisted the knobs tightly, tears ran down my face like a river. I knew he was purposely torturing my mind over what he was going to do to me. Dirk came over to me and applied even more pressure on the clamps and I cried uncontrollably knowing I was in the hands of a twisted nut job about to mutilate me. I knew for sure this would be my last night on earth.

He stepped aside and I saw on the screen the girl went livid with fear as Dirk picked up a long, thin metal skewer from the table. It was nothing more than a sixteenth of an inch metal rod, about eight inches in length. I looked down at the table in front of me and saw it contained that very implement he was holding on the tape. I watched him as he went up to the girl, grabbed her right boob in his fingers and pulled it downward to expose the smooth top of it. I started to understand what he was about to do, and sure enough, in his other hand he held the instrument horizontally to her breast. He was going to stab her with it, and probably several times. What in the world could cause a man to enjoy torturing such a beautiful young girl in such a perverse way?

The girl’s body stiffened as he put the point of the skewer to the side of her breast and my mind freaked out as I watched the girl reacting in utter terror as the point disappeared into her flesh. He took his hand away and I saw it hanging from the girl’s boob and bobbing around as her body heaved under the pain.

Dirk snapped my attention back to him when he said, “I’m sorry for lying to you, but I never went to jail for molesting that girl… but I did go to prison over this one.”

My mind went numb with fear while I saw on the screen Dirk as he grabbed onto the girl’s boob again, and twisted the skewer further into her breast, so far that I saw the point coming out the other side. My heart skipped several beats as I tried to understand what this asshole was doing to my brain on purpose. How could he plan on doing such heinous acts to me? And to show me before hand made him the most evil person in the world. When Dirk backed away on the screen, the sight of seeing the girl’s punctured breast heaving in pain left me ready to faint.

When I saw that Dirk was heading for the table to retrieve the same skewer, my body went into a full body tremble over the thought of him doing that to me. When he approached me holding that damn thing out to stab me with it, I continued screaming into my gag, closed my eyes, and didn’t open them again until I felt the needle’s sharp point on the instrument poking into me. Just the point of the thing made me jump as far as the bars would allow. I couldn’t begin to explain the pure evil in Dirk’s eyes as he slowly twisted the skewer, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek.

“I bet you’ve never been this scared in your life, have you?”

I shook my head quickly trying to appease him. And then that bastard, that son of a bitch showed me just how worried I should be as he kissed me again, applied a little more pressure to the skewer and said to me in a whisper, “Happy Halloween! You’ll never outlive these memories.”

As I was trying to understand what he meant, he suddenly turned and set the implement back to the table and I was thinking that he was giving me a moment’s reprieve. He turned back and slowly took the clamp off my left nipple, and then suckled it soothingly. I watched as he took off the other one and applied the same suckling motion to sooth it as well. I had no idea what his plans were for me, but I figured I was going to be subjected to an even worse fate.

Dirk stood back and smiled. “You gave so many people so much fun and intrigue tonight, I knew I had to do as much for you. I know you probably hate me right now, but I know you’ll never forget me either. I’ve enjoyed the last two weeks getting all naughty and nasty with you. I hope you come back to play even though Halloween is over. And by the way, I heard Sarah telling you how I paid my other girls two hundred for working tonight. I wouldn’t dare insult you with money… I know what you came here for tonight, and I think you would admit that I just paid you quite handsomely.”

What the hell was he talking about? Was this… had he just been screwing with my head? But the girl on the tape… it was too real to be faked.

Dirk began smirking as he saw my mind relaxing from the terror he had instilled, and he unlocked the door to my prison. After six hours, I couldn’t stand up on my own and I fell forward. He caught me in his arms as I fell and held me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him to steady myself and felt him working the tape free from the back of my head. I was finally free, and as he worked the tattered cloth from my mouth, I felt something for this man I had never felt before… true and unconditional love.

I began smacking my fists against his chest as he laughed. He asked, “So, are you ever going to forget me?”

I had hit him enough to indicate what he had done to me and fell forward again, threw my arms around him and swore I never would.

Dirk said once again, “Happy Halloween, my dear child.”

Please... I would love to hear what you think of my first Halloween story. Just click the link and tell me your thoughts. And stay tuned my for second chapter that will be posted this coming Friday night (10/29/10) for this year’s scare fest. I would also love to see pictures of your own horrifying displays and all of what your evil little minds can dream up. Remember, it’s not offensive as long as your actors/actresses are willing participants. Have a wildly frightful and ghoulish Halloween.

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