Author’s Notes:
Happy Halloween, readers! This is another short series meant for Halloween, although not quite on schedule. But hopefully, y’all will enjoy it!
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Alice Welch headed to the costume room when she had done her ghostly makeup. She had been working at this haunted house for the last two weeks while it was open for the short duration for Halloween and in her mind, it was the perfect job. She was very grateful to her friend who had suggested she try her luck as a scare actor at the haunted mansion across town. Although they kept a regular team, each year, the owner of the haunted mansion would hire a different lead actor for the year’s theme. Alice Welch had been surprised when she was hired on the spot. In this place of less than five thousand, job prospects were few and competition for part-time jobs was fierce. It was why many young people left for the big city. Alice couldn’t blame them. She wanted to leave too, but her parents needed her. Both of them held two jobs to pay for the bills, and she was supposed to look after her younger brother, Jimmy. However, this Halloween, she managed to convince them to let their neighbor watch over Jimmy while she went out to earn some extra pocket money.
And it paid well, better than she expected. Even though she was a newbie scare actor, Mr. Romero, the owner of the haunted mansion, had trusted that she would be able to do a good job. He had outdone himself this year. He was the head of the annual Halloween festivities in town, as well as the brilliant mind behind each year’s Halloween’s theme at the mansion. This year, it was about a reclusive but beautiful young lady, Lady Amanda Wright, who committed suicide in the mansion a hundred years ago and had been haunting it ever since. Rumors had it that she was driven mad by her family, and in turn, drove all those who came into the house mad as revenge. Alice played Lady Amanda Wright, who wandered the main hall of the mansion. She was the first person to greet the visitors, supposedly meant to scare them out of their mind. Then the visitors would proceed through the different rooms of the house — being treated for their ‘madness’ in a psychiatric hospital, made to go through a doll room full of all Alice’s previous victims, faced with the prospect of being imprisoned in the secret rooms of the mansion and finally, an escape from the haunted mansion through the garden.
“Hello, Alice. Having a nice day so far?” Lily asked as Alice entered the costume room. “You look every bit the suicidal ghost you’re supposed to be.”
“Hey, Lily.” Alice greeted cheerfully. “It’s been a good day. You?” She liked Lily. Lily was a bit older than her and had been working for at this haunted house since it opened. She created each year’s costumes and they were every bit as professional as performance costumes. And the best thing of all, the costumes were tailored to the individual actors and they were allowed to bring the costumes back when Halloween was over.
“Good, good. It’s finally Halloween.”
“The last night.” Alice said, slightly morose.
Lily grinned at her. “Well. The magic doesn’t end if you keep believing in it.”
The haunted mansion opened its doors two weeks before Halloween when the sun set, and closed when the clock struck twelve on Halloween night. It was too bad that it didn’t stay open for a few more days.
“We’re expecting huge crowds tonight, so be alert. Hope you had your coffee before you come tonight.” Lily gestured to the pot on the table before going to get Alice her Lady Amanda Wright dress. “If not, help yourself to the coffee pot. I just made it.”
“Thanks. I will. You’re an angel.” Alice went over to the table and poured herself a mug. Tonight’s coffee tasted a tad more bitter than usual. Alice doctored it with some milk and sugar.
“Here you go, Alice.” Lily said when she finished her coffee, handing her her costume. It was a drop-waist dress in the softest black silk, a pair of long gloves up to her elbows, strings of pearl necklaces, a beaded headband, four-inch heel black pumps.
Alice loved her costume. She was glad that she would be able to bring it home. Every time she put on the dress, she felt as glamourous as those women who actually lived a century ago. The silk felt cool and slick against her skin. It made her feel sexy. Seductive. She brushed a hand across her breasts, her nipples hardening into beads. They seemed more sensitive tonight. She always left her bra inside her locker, because she liked the way the material felt against her breasts. It felt scandalous to go without her bra in the haunted mansion, but it was dark anyway so she wasn’t afraid anyone would really notice.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror and grinned broadly. If she wasn’t wearing her make-up, she would look beautiful. As it was, her skin was extremely pale, dark shadows framing her eyes made her look as though she hadn’t slept for decades, and the red mark around her neck stood out prominently, evidence of her suicide. Her lips were painted blood red, as were her nails. She definitely looked ghostly.
Mr. Romero was standing in the main hall when she took her place at the top of the stairs. It was something he would do each day before the mansion was opened, a little ritual of his. Mr. Romero would talk to Alice during that time, and despite showing him for a short duration, she didn’t think she had ever met anyone as knowledgeable and imaginative as him. She had learned that he created all the contraptions in the mansion himself and it was what he did for the rest of the year — preparing for the two weeks of Halloween. Frankly, Alice suspected it was only a hobby to him, because there was no way he could maintain the house and its crew on only two weeks’ earnings. But there was no way to ask without sounding rude.
Besides, Alice had a slight crush on him and didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of him.
“Alice, you make a beautiful ghost, as always.” Mr. Romero turned to her with a small smile on his lips.
Alice blushed. Mr. Romero was much older than her, a ten-year age gap between them. But Alice found him incredibly attractive. Mr. Romero always appeared in a suit which was, accurately, in fashion a century ago. His pale golden hair would be brushed back and styled. His patrician features and sharp cheekbones belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, and his blue eyes seemed to melt her knees when he spoke to her. Most of all, he had a scholarly demeanor to him which she liked the most. Born the intellectual one in a house full of sports fanatics, she often found herself the odd one out. She suddenly found herself disappointed that she wasn’t going to be seeing Mr. Romero after tonight.
“Thank you, Mr. Romero.” She smiled at him. He always made her feel incredibly young, and when he spoke directly to her, it made her pulse race.
Mr. Romero looked out to the foyer. The doors would open in a minute. He took a step towards her so he was standing next to her. “Tonight’s a little special, Alice. I’ve got buses bringing visitors from nearby towns so it’ll be more crowded tonight. Do you think you can handle that, sweetie?”
Alice shivered as Mr. Romero held her gaze. Her breath caught. “Y-yes, sir. I’ll do that, Mr. Romero. Promise.”
“Good girl.”
The two words spoken in a low voice sounded incredibly sexy to her. It made her want to clench her thighs together. She saw Mr. Romero said something else but three loud chime of a bell rang through the audio system of the mansion, signaling the start of the night. It also meant she couldn’t hear what Mr. Romero was saying.
“What did you say, Mr. Romero?” she asked just as the front doors of the mansion opened. A group of eight appeared, eagerly walking through the doors, waiting to be spooked. Alice’s task wasn’t difficult. All she had to do was make scary noises at the visitors when they reached the top of the stairs and then disappearing behind the large stone gargoyles who stood guard on both sides of the stairs. Overhead, a corpse of Lady Amanda Walker would swing down at the visitors, scaring them into running towards the next room. Most of the fear factor would be accomplished by the light effects and decoration through the house. Even though she had seen the house in broad daylight, some of the props looked so real it made her frighten.
“I said, I think you might have some trouble handling the crowd tonight.” Mr. Romero enunciated clearly.
Alice was caught by surprise when Mr. Romero clasped a hand over her mouth and an arm around her neck and began pulling her behind the towering gargoyles. It was pitch black in the main hall by now, which meant the group of visitors couldn’t really see past where they were guided to, and both of them were now hidden by the statue. Alice was in too much shock to struggle. Her first thought was that Mr. Romero had something he wanted to tell her but wanted to do it in private. But she soon realized that it was a stupid assumption.
“Hush, sweetie, I’m going to let go of you but be good and don’t make a noise, alright?” he spoke into her ear so she could hear her above the creaks and moans coming through the audio system. His breath sent made her involuntary shudder through her.
Alice nodded obediently. In her mind, she was still unable to reconcile the polite scholarly Mr. Romero with the strong man who was assaulting her presently. She could only see the glint of his eyes as he towered above her. The gargoyle was behind her and the sharp edge of the platform it was sitting on pressing sharply into her back. She was aware that visitors were streaming in, walking up the stairs. Would they notice them?
“Mr. Romero. What are you doing? I’ve to go out now.” she whispered.
In the flashes of light, she caught sight of his face, contorted with perverse lust. It wasn’t an expression she expected to see on his face. She pushed against his chest, but he was unmovable. Caught between Mr. Romero and the stone gargoyle, she found herself trapped.
“You’re not going out there, Alice. We’re changing things slightly tonight,” Mr. Romero said. He touched her face so gently, like a lover. But his hand soon trailed down to wrap around her neck, a silent threat which need not be spoken. “When you came for my interview, I realized just how perfect you’re for the role of Lady Amanda Wright. You see, she was a little whore too. Like you, she like to walk these corridors without wearing a bra.”
Alice gasped when Mr. Romero touched her breasts through the dress. It was cold in the mansion, and her breasts were chilled into hard nubs. Mr. Romero were able to find her stiff nipples easily, pinching one of them with two fingers while holding her in place with a forceful grip of her neck. She had to suffer his touch. The knowledge sent a tendril of arousal through her.
Still, she remained clear-headed enough to know what he was doing to her was wrong. “No, Mr. Romero.” Alice said as she raised her arms to push his away. “You can’t touch me like this.”
“Do you think you’re in the position to tell me what to do, Alice?” Mr. Romero asked.
His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her supply of air. Alice choked, her struggles intensifying. She kicked out with her legs, but was quickly subdued when Mr. Romero slid his body between her legs and shifted so that her legs were spread before him. The four-inch heels which Alice had loved so much until now was a disadvantage. Alice’s balance was precarious. She had to lean back against the stone gargoyle so she wouldn’t topple over. However, it would also allow Mr. Romero a free pass over her body. When her efforts to free herself subsided, Mr. Romero allowed her to breathe again.
To her horror, Mr. Romero slipped his hand into the low vee neckline of her dress and pushed it down a shoulder, exposing one of her breasts to the cool air. “You’re so beautiful, Alice. I knew you’ll look good in this dress.”
“No, please. Mr. Romero, you can’t molest me like this.” Alice whimpered when his lips closed over the heated flesh of her breast. This tongue flicked over the sensitive nub of her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. She raised her hands to push his head away but the tightening of his hand around her neck made her froze. “What do you want, Mr. Romero? Please let me go.”
“Are you sure?” He asked in a low whisper. “Because I think you’re enjoying what I do to you.”
Alice flushed red. “That’s just my body’s reaction. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Funny. I thought it had something to do with the aphrodisiac Lily put in your coffee just now.”
“What?” Alice froze.
“There’s something I forgot to mention when you apply for this job. Each year, the leading actor of the ghost earns a little treat from me personally. But in order to get this treat, they’ll have to go through a series of tricks. It all happens on Halloween night, when the wild and crazy happens.” Mr. Romero laughed, his breath hot against her breast. He licked her nipple and blew on it, making her whine. “Why do you think I hire a new ghost each year? Don’t you ever wonder what happened to last year’s ghost?”
Alice’s mind felt like soft cheese as she tried to assimilate the information Mr. Romero just told her. She couldn’t deny that Mr. Romero was doing wonderful things to her breast. Each time he sucked on her nipple, her sex convulsed and ached needily. But she wanted nothing to do with whatever Mr. Romero had in store for her. It was obvious now that she had stumbled into a trap she had no idea of. Lily, and possibly the rest of the employees here, might all be aware of what Mr. Romero did each year.
“I quit, Mr. Romero. I don’t want this job anymore. I want to go home.” She intended to sound determined but her words came out in a breathless plea.
Mr. Romero clucked his tongue. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid the contract you sign obliged you to stay until you’ve gone through all of the games. You should’ve read what you sign. If you’re good, little Alice, you’ll be able to leave tomorrow morning. If not,” he chuckled, “you might have to stay a while longer. Now, be a good girl and listen to me if you want to go home. Put your hands behind your back.”
Alice found herself obeying, her hands clutching tightly to the base of the gargoyle statue. This thrust her breasts out, as though they were inviting his touch. Mr. Romero chuckled, reaching for the zip on the back of her dress which allowed him to lower her neckline and bared both her breasts. Her pearls of her necklace felt cold against her chest.
“Nooo, Mr. Romero,” she begged in a low whisper as he touched her pink-tipped breasts and was humiliated when both of them puckered up instantly. It was disgraceful. It was humiliating. Good girls don’t get aroused by the touch of strangers. Sure, she did know Mr. Romero, but only in an employer-employee relationship. She certainly didn’t expect Mr. Romero to abuse her this way, especially in public.
“You’re enjoying this, don’t you? You’re trembling like a leaf. Are you getting wet between your legs? Should I check?”
Alice shook her head and tried to clench her thighs together but Mr. Romero’s body prevented that. “No. I’m only feeling like this because of the coffee.”
Mr. Romero nodded in commiseration. “That’s true, Alice. Keep telling yourself that.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Alice cried out, but her noise was easily lost in the eerie music from the sound system. “Feel this, Alice, feel how I nurse on your breasts. You have beautiful breasts, Alice. It’s a good thing you don’t like to wear a bra. You should leave them constantly available for anyone who wants to touch them. Would you like that? Having strange men molesting your breasts? Suckling on them like a child?”
His words were having a strange effect on her. The strange feelings stirring in her body and the eerie lights flickering around them were putting her into a trance. Her body reveled in the pleasure, her arms wanted to wrap around Mr. Romero’s head and bring him closer to her. Her clit was throbbing now, and her sex longed to have something inside it. She stared at the large painting of Lady Amanda Wright hanging up on the wall beyond Mr. Romero’s bobbing head and now realized that it had her face. It creeped her out, especially because it was bloodstained.
A cold breeze to her thighs made her realize that Mr. Romero had pulled her dress up to her waist and was beginning to tug her panties down.
“No. Don’t do that. Please, Mr. Romero.” Alice didn’t want to lose her panties. She was afraid of what he would do next after he removed them.
Still, she didn’t put up more than a token protest, knowing she had no choice but to follow Mr. Romero’s plans tonight. He was in charge, as he always was, of the creepy thrills and scary effects behind the mansion, of everyone within the mansion. Mr. Romero’s thumb grazed her slit through the soft material when she tried to move his demanding hands away. He found her clit and pressed a finger on it. A damp spot appeared in the crotch of her panties, evidence of her arousal. When Mr. Romero took his teasing hand away, her hips rose in search of more stimulation. But he didn’t give her more, at least, not now.
Mr. Romero drew her panties down her legs and made her step out of them. Alice obeyed like a marionette, her eyes hazed over. Mr. Romero lifted her onto the gargoyle platform, bending down to rummage through the obtrusive black bag at his feet. She hadn’t even noticed it until now. He had set the stage for her and all she had to do was to follow his directive.
The bag contained all the tools Julius Romero needed for this part of the room. He had placed it earlier in the day when he surveyed the mansion to ensure none of the props needed maintenance. He took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Alice’s wrists with it, locking it with a hook at the back of the gargoyle he had inserted for that particular purpose. It kept her hands out of the way and left her body free for him to play with. Then, he raised her legs up onto the platform, securing them with more cuffs and hooks. He acted fast, before Alice’s mind woke up from the sexual haze and realized what was happening. It wasn’t his first rodeo, after all. He had plenty of experience in taming unwilling young women until they gave him what he wanted at the end. Despite Alice’s initial reluctance, he was sure she would change her mind in the end like the others.
Julius Romero was excited. It had been a year since he had his hands on another woman. The last one had provided him plenty of fun even when Halloween was over, but he had to admit it was not really the same without the cheer of festivity.
Julius Romero didn’t know when his sexual inclination got twisted. Perhaps it was the sight of all the skimpy costumes that the girls liked to wear when Halloween came around, as though it was the perfect chance to let their inner sluts out. Or perhaps the first time he felt a girl’s breasts was during a trip to the haunted mansion with his girlfriend when he was sixteen. It might also be the wild romp he had with one of the visitors who had left the haunted mansion when he worked at a Halloween theme park a few years later. The fear had made them wet, acting like an aphrodisiac, lowering their inhibitions. He slept with more females at the theme park, even arranging a few scares of his own to spice up his sex life. Then, he bought the mansion and changed it into a haunted house and that made everything extremely convenient for him.
Screams pierced the air behind them. The group of visitors fled from the swinging figure into the next room. Julius Romero didn’t allow them to interrupt his work. The next group of visitors entered down the foyer. They walked up the stairs, creeped out by the the numerous photos of Lady Amanda Wright staring down at them from the walls. A few of them even moved. At an appropriate time, Alice was supposed to appear at the top of the stairs, the light shining down at her as she waved at them. Then, the light would go dark except for all of the glowing faces in the photos. A blood-curling scream followed, and when the light turned on again, they would see a flash of a body hanging from the top of the grand foyer. From there, the second door would open, and visitors could move on to the next part of the mansion.
Alice fluttered her lashes. The sound of reality crashing into her again. She realized she wasn’t alone with her employer. Both of them could be discovered by misbehaving thrill-seekers who refused to stick to the path which was set out for them.
“Mr. Romero. What are you doing?” She looked down at herself and almost fainted. “You can’t do this. You have to let me go.” She pulled on her arms and realized it was hooked above her. Her legs were positioned crudely like a frog. Her dress had ridden to her waist and her underwear was exposed. “Please, Mr. Romero. I won’t even tell anyone if you let me off.”
“Hush, little Alice. Your pleading does you no good here.” Mr. Romero told her kindly. “In fact, I won’t even gag you. You can scream as much as you want. The sounds you make shall add to the special effects in the mansion. And if, on the off chance, that you do attract some attention, they’ll all see you in this manner. Imagine, Alice, all your friends and family, the people you grew up with, seeing you open and spread like this. What would they do? What would you do?”
Alice shook her head, her shoulders shaking. She would never live it down. She’d have to leave town and never come back again. She opened her mouth to plead again but voices slipped into their ears. Visitors had reached the top of the stairs, mere footsteps away from where they were.
“I’d say, this year’s mansion seemed a tad empty.” One of them, a male, commented.
“There’s no girl.” Another one, a female, observed. “Usually, there’s one in the first room. All the eyes in the paintings creeped me out though.”
The male laughed. “They’re nothing more than a few paintings. Look-”
Their conversation was interrupted with several loud screams as the hanged figure of Lady Amanda Wright swung down on them. The visitors fled into the next room.
Alice had tensed up as she listened to their approach, afraid that they would decide to wander around. But her attention was soon occupied by the sight of Mr. Romero taking something out of his black bag and waving it before her eyes. It was a bullet vibrator. She had one in the drawer of her bedstand, though she had few opportunities to use it because she didn’t have much privacy at home. She moaned when Mr. Romero pressed the vibrator against her crotch, on top of her clit.
“Ooooh, Mr. Romero, that feels so good…” Alice’s hips began to rock to the stimulation, the aphrodisiac overpowering her senses again, making her seek pleasure out, to want more. She whined when Mr. Romero moved the vibrator away from her clit moments before she would have come, shifting it downwards above her entrance. She was producing a prodigious amount of wetness now, her underwear nothing more than a wet scrap of fabric, molding to her privates. She didn’t realize Mr. Romero was able to touch her so effectively and locate all her sensitive spots accurately because of her responses. The vibrator teased her entrance, pushing up against it only to be stop by her panties.
“Does it feel good, Alice? Let me know if this feel good, or I just may take it away.” Mr. Romero said into her ear, removing the vibrator from between her legs. He licked her ears, playing with the large pearl earring sitting on her earlobe. Each time she shivered, his smile widened. By now, the aphrodisiac would have made her entire body a mass of sensitivity.
“Nooo, Mr. Romero, put that back please. I want to come.” Alice whispered.
“Put what back?” Mr. Romero moved the vibrator to the back of her knees. “Where do you want it?”
Alice stared at Mr. Romero’s handsome face. There was excitement in his face, pleasure he got from trussing her up and tormenting her. He had done this to other women too. What happened to them? He didn’t explicitly say that and —
The vibrator brushed against her clit, interrupting her thoughts. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Her body took over again. She thrust her hips towards Mr. Romero as much as her bondage allowed. “Please put that vibrator back on my clit, Mr. Romero. Let me come please.”
Mr. Romero kissed her temple. “Good job. What a good girl you are, Alice. Good girls get what they ask for.” The vibrator returned to her clit, teasing the stiff small nub which housed millions of nerve endings. Alice’s mouth fell open, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her body was climbing inexorably towards climax, one she wasn’t able to stop.
“Are you going to come? Come for me, Alice. Give me your orgasm. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Mr. Romero cooed in her ear. “Be a good girl and come for me. Scream your pleasure out, Alice. Please me.”
Mr. Romero bent down and sucked on her nipple again. Alice’s body exploded with that extra bit of stimulation and threw her over the edge. She screamed and was met with screams in returned. Above her, Lady Amanda Walker performed her duty again.
“Good girl,” Mr. Romero stroke her hair with long fingers. “Does that feel good?”
Alice stared up at him, breathing hard. Her eyes were shell-shocked and goosebumps erupted along her arms where the chilled air blew against her perspiration. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had orgasmed in front of Mr. Romero, in public. But the wild pool of desire within her didn’t dissipate. It seemed to have gotten a taste of pleasure and now rose ever higher, demanding more.
As the doors to the mansion split open once more below them, allowing the next batch of visitors in, Alice nodded her head. Her acquiesce delighted Julius Romero. He took a pair of scissors from his bag and cut through the drenched crotch of her panties and slipped a finger into her molten core. Alice moaned, closing her eyes. Her insides wrapped tightly around his digit, wet, hot and snug. He couldn’t wait to put his cock inside her. By the end of the night, that would happen.
“Do you like this, Alice? Do you like having something inside you?” Mr. Romero moved his finger in and out of her pussy.
“Yes. Please.” Alice breathed heavily, choosing to give herself into the pleasure. She couldn’t stop Mr. Romero from doing what he wanted, so she might as well go along with it. “Please make me come again.”
Mr. Romero was pleased. “Go for it, Alice.” He returned the vibrator to her erect clit and inserted another finger into her, stretching her out. She would have to take more than two fingers’ width eventually. “Come for me, Alice. Show me how much you love this.”
Alice screamed out her second orgasm within a minute. She had never come so quickly before, either with her boyfriend or when she was masturbating. She wanted to blame it all on her doctored coffee, but she couldn’t deny that the bondage and the excitement from being caught by strangers was having an effect on her. She sagged against the stone gargoyle, limp from her orgasm.
Mr. Romero couldn’t help himself. He squeezed her breasts again and chewed on her nipples until the tips were red as cherry and she was rocking her hips. This time, he didn’t simply give her another climax. No, it was time to move on to the next part of the plan.
“Alice, have you forgotten you’re working her now?” Mr. Romero chastised. “You can’t spend all your shift like this.”
It would have more effect if Mr. Romero wasn’t pumping his fingers into her pussy. But the aphrodisiac was still in control of her body, leaving her pussy eager for more. She knew just enough that she couldn’t possibly continue work like this, when her wetness was already making the stone beneath her ass wet, and her body a ball of lust.
“What do you want me to do, Mr. Romero?” she panted.
“Why, you’ll continue as Lady Amanda Wright, of course,” Mr. Romero said in mock surprise. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it all arranged.”
Mr. Romero freed her legs but left the cuffs on her wrists, only unhooking them from the statue. As he went to put away the toys, Alice jumped off the platform of the statue, landed on her knees. She wanted to get back to her feet. If she could get to the front doors, Mr. Romero couldn’t possibly not release her.
“Are you trying to escape, Alice?” Mr. Romero asked. His arms came around hers in a steel grip. They caught a fleeting look of bewildered and frightened visitors at the top of the stairs before Mr. Romero hauled her back into the shadows again, through the hidden doors in the wall. Alice could hear them talk.
“What’s that? Did you see that?”
“A girl? Were they part of the special effects?”
“Not sure. They look pretty real to me.
“Of course, they’re meant to look real. It’s Halloween. It’s supposed to look real so it scares you.”
Mr. Romero kicked the door shut and the conversation ended. She found herself alone with Mr. Romero this time. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved they were out of public eye or if she was disappointed. They were in the back rooms of the mansion, kind of like the backstage to the Halloween mansion. Mr. Romero dragged her up the stairs, ignoring her protests. He turned off some kind of mechanism and a second later, she saw the hanging figure of Lady Amanda Wright returned via the trapdoor. It was so well made that it gave her the shivers. It even wore her face. It looked like she was staring at her own body. Was this what Mr. Romero was going to do to her? Kill her?
“Mr. Romero, please-”
He saw her terrified stare at the prop and understood that she had come to the wrong conclusion. But he wasn’t about to reassure her. Instead, he grabbed her hair and brought her within inches of the prop. He had paid good money for a lifelike figure, and it used real hair, even for the brows and lashes. Alice freaked out, her legs flailing, tears streaming down her face. He didn’t let her up. He wanted her afraid. The fear would make her obedient, and the fear would make her pussy wet and tight around his cock.
“Since you can’t be trusted to work in the foyer, Alice, why don’t you take her place instead?”
Alice whirled her head around in horror. “No… No, please, Mr. Romero. I’ll be good. I’ll listen to you. Please don’t kill me.”
He pressed his mouth against her lips, shutting her up. “You won’t die, yet. You’ll be safe if you’re good. So be good for me, Alice.”
She bit down on her lip and bobbed her head. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be good, Mr. Romero.”
Mr. Romero reached for another bag he had stashed up here. He took out a long vibrator and waved it in front of Alice. “You know what to do, Alice. Lie on the ground and spread your legs for me.”
Alice obeyed with remarkable alacrity. Mr. Romero rubbed the vibrator along her pussy until it was slick with her juices before pushing it inside her. Alice moaned when she was filled up again. Her hips undulated with a will of its own.
“Enjoy that? Don’t worry. There’s more where it comes from. But this is not meant for your pussy.” Mr. Romero took the vibrator out of her and went lower, pushing it against her asshole.
Alice’s eyes went wide. She clenched her asshole. “No. Not there. Put it in my pussy instead. Please, Mr. Romero.”
Her reaction drew attention from him. “What’s wrong? Never been fucked in your ass before?”
She looked up at him with fear on her face, but she didn’t dare to say yes. She was afraid he might not let her off anyway.
“Poor Alice. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m still putting this inside you.” Mr. Romero said, unconcerned.
Alice whimpered when she began feeling the pressure against her asshole. It burnt as it slowly stretched her wide enough for the head of the vibrator to enter, into a place which never had anything gone up before. Her eyes went to Mr. Romero, as though he would provide some comfort for her. She must look a sight now, her pretty clothes rumpled, her breasts bared, her wrists chained in front.
A spasm went through her when her ass finally gave up its resistance and the vibrator slipped into her. Its passage into her ass felt strange as it muscled its way into her rectum and travelled deeper. She cried out, grabbing Mr. Romero’s arm. “It hurts. Stop. I don’t like it. Take it out.”
“But you’re doing a really good job, Alice. Here, let me help.” With the other hand he began stroking her clit gently.
Alice didn’t want to be stroked into an orgasm again. She only wanted the vibrator out of her. But as she was learning today, her wishes didn’t matter. Mr. Romero did whatever he wanted with her body anyway. The pleasure built up slowly in her, as the vibrator persisted its excruciating path into her body.
“How’s this? Does this feel better?” Mr. Romero asked when the whole vibrator went into her. Her lower body felt extraordinarily full.
“No. Not really.” Alice moaned, clenching around the invader in her ass.
“Oh well. Let’s see if we can distract you then.” Mr. Romero twisted and went to dig through the black bag. He took out another vibrator, turning it on. “This one is for your pussy. It has beads inside the head and rotates. This one will probably suit you better.”
Alice shuddered as another object pushed its way into her again. With her ass occupied, it was more difficult to fit another vibrator into her. She opened her legs wider so that it could slide in better. The stretch was delicious, the pressure setting her body aflame. Mr. Romero was stroking her clit again, her juices flowing once more between her legs. It aided the entry of the vibrator inside her, until it, too, slipped inside her. Alice was panting now, squeezing down on the two vibrators inside her.
“Do you like them, Alice? Come, let’s get you to a standing position.” Mr. Romero helped her get to her feet. He took what looked like a leather knickers and helped her get into it. Before he pulled them up, he reached between her thighs and turned on both vibrators inside her.
“Mr. Romero!” Alice yelled, bending over at the waist. Waves of pleasure assailed her, she moaned. But Mr. Romero wasn’t done. He parted her labia and inserted a bullet vibrator on her clit, turned it on. As she exploded into another orgasm, he pulled the knickers up to her hips, tightened the strings around the back so that it wouldn’t fall off and there was no chance she could ever take it off. The devices were trapped within her until he took them out.
“What are you going to do?” Alice uttered again when the pleasure from the orgasm passed. She now realized her situation and she was afraid of what Mr. Romero was up to.
“Didn’t I mention to you just now? You’re taking Lady Amanda Wright’s place.”
Alice gave a shuddering look at the body. “What do you mean?”
Mr. Romero didn’t answer her. He was planning on showing her. He went over to the prop and removed the body from the swing. But putting a prop on it was different than putting a person on it. Mr. Romero wasn’t going to use the swing. Instead, he placed a safety belt over her waist and tied it to a lever which would bring her out through the trapdoor. She was compliant up until he put a roped noose around her neck.
“No! Mr. Romero. Don’t do this! Mr. Romero! Please.” Alice struggled furiously. But her fear merged with the pleasure cascading inside her. Alice orgasmed again as he tightened the noose around her soft and vulnerable neck.
“What a liar. You enjoy this. You’re orgasming like a slut.”
It was fascinating to watch her duel with the fear of the prospect of death, and the pleasure from the sex toys on her sex. He fixed her clothes after applying two clamps to her nipples, switching the cuffs around her wrists to less obtrusive black cuffs. With the lighting in the foyer, nobody should notice it. The belt was attached to a hook overhead, and the noose was tightened. He gave it just enough stretch that when she was pushed out through the trapdoor, all that was supporting her was the safety belt around her waist and the noose around her neck. It would look just like another hanging figure of Lady Amanda Wright. The tight noose would be a constant reminder of death looming over her, while she dealt with the stimulation of the sex toys on her body. It would be interesting to see how long she lasted before the visitors figured what was up. He hoped she wasn’t afraid of height, since she would literally be held aloft by ropes near the ceiling.
“Be careful, Alice. If you moved too much, you might strain the device and it’ll be a literal hanging.” He lied to her, watched the blood drained from her face. Then she moaned and panted, and the pleasure swept her away again.
Mr. Romero flicked the lever of the contraption Alice was on, stroking her face. “Enjoy yourself, Alice. I’ll come find you later.”