The House Of Frightful Delights (original) free porn video

This thrill is not for the faint of heart, but for those with darker desires.

She checked the ad on her phone again. The light from the screen illuminated her whiskered cheeks and painted nose. Ellen confirmed the house number on the mailbox as Ava rolled her eyes.

“It's pretty obvious that this is it, El. Come on, let's go already.” Ava's impatience was clear with her arms crossed and a finger tapping her elbow just beyond her long white gloves. Her short hair was tied back in a ponytail tucked neatly under a white cap with a red cross on it. Despite her eagerness to get on with the night's events, her partially exposed bosom was covered in goosebumps. The air wasn't cold enough for that, though, it was nerves.

The gated driveway was cracked open enough for them to enter one at a time. The iron bars were adorned with standard spooky cobwebs and atop of it sat a red spray painted sign on plywood that read “House of Thrills” in dripping letters. Posted at eye level was a warning sign.

All ye who enter must be of consenting age, must provide identification of said age, and accept that whatever lies beyond will be out of your control the moment you sign in blood.

“I like that they're taking this very seriously.” Ellen said thoughtfully as she passed through the gate, her belted tail swishing behind her as she walked. Ava was slower to follow her friend, rereading the warning several times before moving forward. The eagerness she was showing just a moment ago seemed to be wavering with each step.

Ava scurried up behind her feline friend as they made their way up the driveway where a small shed sat halfway between them and the large house at the top of the hill. Their steps grew heavier as they made it to the shed. The air smelled of incense and when they peered inside the open doors white eyes looked back at them.

Behind a long table was a man with colorless eyes, sheets of paper in front of him. He lifted a bony finger towards them and beckoned them inside. The girls looked at each other nervously before Ellen took a step inside.

“Identification please. Each of you take a waiver, read it, fill it out and sign it. If you refuse either, you'll be escorted out immediately.” The skeleton laid out two pieces of paper next to each other along with two pens and held his hand out expectantly. Ava was the first to get her license out as Ellen had picked up a waiver, trying to soak in everything she could at once at what lay inside the house and beyond.

Ellen handed hers over as she read the second clause, her lip getting caught between her teeth. I consent to being touched, groped, fingered and manhandled by one or more persons. Now she had goosebumps herself. A gasp to her right told her that Ava was having similar thoughts, or at least she did until she spoke.

“Light bruising?? Ripped clothing? Ellen, are you so sure about this?” She could hear the hesitation in her friend’s voice. It resonated with her own even. But inside she felt that little knot of anticipation growing. Ellen was more than sure about all of this as she initiated next to each clause.

When she got to the bottom of the form there was another pause. Interests? Limits? Again her thoughts were echoed aloud as Ava asked the skeleton to explain. He almost laughed as he questioned whether they should really be here or not, but he explained anyway

“Interests are kinks or fetishes that you like/have. Obviously we won't be able to accommodate every fetish here in the timespan you are here. Some include knife play, temperature play, anal, leashes etc.”

As he casually rattled them off both girls could feel their cheeks burning. They did their best not to look at each other’s papers as they scribbled a word or two down.

“As for limits, that is something that you absolutely do not want to happen to you. Some limits might be face slapping, double penetration, watersports, stuff that you cannot or do not want to stomach.”

Ava handed her paper over to the skeleton first while Ellen scribbled one more word in the interest section. The heat she carried in her cheeks crept down to her breast as the skeleton’s eyebrow raised up and he gave her a once over before pulling out two glow bracelets. Ava’s cheeks were flushed as well, and she avoided Ellen's questioning gaze when the skeleton looked between the two of them reflectively.

One band was yellow, the other was red. He handed the red to Ellen and the yellow to Ava. They put them on their right wrists and with a small wave the girls were turned out of the shed to continue their trek up the hill.

“Have a good fright!” The skeleton called, accompanied by a dark laugh that quickened both girls’ steps.

Ellen adjusted her belted tail over her black tights. The fabric was fairly thin as the breeze reminded her when they got to the front door. It was left slightly ajar, just as the gate was. It was both inviting and intimidating. She took a nervous glance over her shoulder at Ava, then pressed her hand on the door to open it wider. It creaked on its hinges and the cat took a step back.

“W-we can still back out now, El. No shame in that.” Ava stammered as she looked into the dark, empty hallway before them. Ellen shook her head, turning to her friend.

“No, we came here to do this, and we will. Here. How’s a little wager? Whoever doesn’t make it through the whole thing or who has to safeword will have to buy lunch for a week. And will be the other’s personal slave.”

Ava crossed her arms and made a frustrated noise, obviously upset that she’d have to continue onward. “Fine, Ellen. It’s a deal. Let’s get this the fuck over with then.” With an annoyed bravado, Ava slammed the door the rest of the way open and stormed inside- only to immediately scream as her wrist was grabbed and she was dragged into the parlor room.

Ellen just stood there, stunned and unable to process what had happened so quickly. She looked around and saw yellow gleaming eyes too close for comfort, and then a wolf’s howl that set her heart racing as she ran inside after her friend.

Ava was held with her arm behind her back and her mouth covered with a gloved hand. Her skimpy nurse outfit had a button break almost right away. Her grey eyes were wide with panic and Ellen barely assessed the other risks in the room before launching forward and grabbing at the hand on Ava’s mouth. She yanked hard just as Ava kicked her way free and both went tumbling into the hallway and onto the ground.

When Ava scrambled to her feet, hyperventilating, she nearly smacked her head into the front door- which was now padlocked closed. She smacked the door, yelling for help as Ellen fell against the door next to her, her own heartbeat as loud as Ava’s fist. The assailant hadn’t chased them out of the room, but the house was eerily quiet.

“W-we h-have to move forward, A-ava. We don’t have another choice. H-hold onto me, o-okay?” Ellen said, barely above a whisper. Shakily, she got to her feet and helped pull her friend to her own. Now with hands clasped tightly, they skirted the parlor room and deeper into the house. The next room was on their left and they both peered in.

The room was eerily normal, something neither of them expected as they looked into the wide living room. The lights were off and there was a projector sitting on the table, facing a blank canvas. They looked around warily, not seeing any movement before moving over to inspect it.

“Are we stupid enough to sit and watch this?” Ava asked, her wits slowly returning to her.

“I don’t want to say yes but.. curiosity killed the cat, right?” Ellen replied, sitting down on the couch, her hand hovering over the on button for the projector. She wrinkled her painted nose while she raised an eyebrow to her friend, who rolled her eyes in reply and sat down with a thud next to her. There was a small click and a whur of machinery as the projector was brought to life.

When the picture came into focus, the hairs on the backs of their necks stood on end. They saw the very couch that they were sitting on, and they sat stock still as three women walked cautiously onto the screen, each linked arms with the other. They inspected the room much like Ava and Ellen had, and all sat down and pressed play just like they did.

The girls couldn't see what the women watched, but they could hear it. They could see their reactions, covering the gasps and whimpers with a quick hand. It was Ellen who saw movement from the fireplace on the screen first, and her hand shot out to grip Ava as she checked the fireplace just then.

By the time the woman closest to the fireplace had spotted the man, it was too late. He had lunged atop of her, pinning her to the couch. Her friends screamed, one bolting for the hallway, abandoning the others. The middle friend managed to hit the masked man once before her fist was caught by another man who appeared from behind the couch.

The one who had been pounced on had her hair pulled sharply as she was forced onto her knees, her schoolgirl skirt forced up high on her hips as his hand came down hard on her light brown skin. She shrieked and squirmed but he easily kept her exactly as he wanted her.

Ava couldn't sit still any longer, she shot up and glared around the room, and shouted “Do you get off on terrorizing girls? Huh?! Show your fucking faces!” Ellen’s trembling hand covered her mouth as the screen switched to a picture of Ava standing and pacing the room, challenging the unknown to show themselves.

In the bottom corner of the screen “LIVE” sat in red bold letters, and when Ellen stood she confirmed it very much was. And still no one came for them. She checked the fireplace and it was indeed empty. Ellen was shaken pretty badly by this point.

She found her hand on Ava's arm again and they stepped back into the hallway. Each set of eyes scanned the way to the parlor room before turning onward and into the kitchen. The smell hit them first. On the counter sat assorted bits of fingers, tails, ears and tongues on bloody cutting boards. Ava pointed up towards the cabinet and whimpered “Wh-what does that say?”. Ellen's eyes followed to see a butcher knife partially buried in the white cabinet door, dripping blood onto the counter below. Pinned to the wood was a hastily scrawled note:

“Missing Ingredients:

-Nurse's pulsing heart

-Smokey grey eyes ”

Ava was in a hazed out trance as she made her way over to the note. Her hand went to the handle of the knife and she yanked it, finding it fairly wedged in. She added her other hand and tried again as Ellen squeamishly poked one of the fingers on the board. It was fake. The momentary sigh of relief that escaped her lips was quickly snatched back in as her friend's startled shriek brought her back to the reality of the situation.

“Oh my god it is real! The fucking knife is REAL! Okay we have to leave, like now. Like now now. Oh fuck it’s real!” Ava had freed the knife and touched the blade, finding it sharp and sending it clattering to the floor with her outburst. It was during her panic that all at once chaos erupted.

Two doors burst open at once just as the hallway echoed with thunderous steps. The door by the refrigerator leading outside seemingly opened by its own accord while the one opposite of it had two hooded figures pour out into the kitchen and towards the shrieking girls.

Upon the basement door lurching open, Ellen had seen her chance and had bolted outside, nearly falling down the few steps onto the grass. When she looked over her shoulder she saw Ava wasn’t right behind her nor were any attackers. Taking a deep breath, she dug in her heels and turned to dash back inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and it skipped a beat as she took everything in.

Ava had been cornered quickly when Ellen had made her way outside and in those few moments it took for her to return her smaller friend had been seized by both arms. Ava was pleading with the hooded figures as the one on her right gripped a fistful of her hair and slammed her cheek onto the wooden butcher block with a thud. Her body writhed between the men as they forcefully bent her arms backwards, the man on the left producing a small length of rope which was then used to bind her hands behind her back.

She was nearly crying by this point and found it hard to see her feline friend standing there with her mouth ajar in disbelief. When she did recognize her she uttered a sharp “Run!” just before the first assailant lunged for Ellen. Ava’s warning was enough to save her from the same fate as her companion but she was by no means safe.

Calling out Ava’s name in agony, Ellen managed not to stumble down the steps this time. Instead, she ran downhill away from the house as quickly as she could, her tail waving wildly behind her. Outside, she heard the howling from before quite clearly and too close for comfort were those yellow glowing eyes. Well aware of the man pursuing her and those eyes rising up to their full height, panic took over her course and directed her to the closest hiding place- the cornfield.

“Agghh fuck let me go! Pl-please!” Ava did what she could to stand up and struggle against the hooded men but they held fast to their sacrifice. One chuckled at her attempts at pleading and he took a liberal grope around her side to her squished breast beneath her. She cried out and tried to move away from his invasive hand but was rapidly corrected by the strong hand on her hair. It kept her against the table as strange fingers tugged at the red stained uniform concealing her bosom.

With a yelp Ava was pulled upward by her hair and it was held back to the point where her back arched painfully. Now both of her breasts were ripe for the ravaging and the men wasted no time in tugging her dress down to reveal them encased in a formally white laced bra. The one holding her hair twisted her head towards him and flashed a sadistic grin as he stared into her eyes, saying with relish “Ah, perfect. Grey eyes. Just what we needed.” With a pinch of her hidden nipple, Ava found herself being dragged towards the dark staircase and all she could do was scream.

Ellen held her breath as she laid as still as she could in the dirt between the stalks of corn. The initial howl she had heard had doubled and she heard panting throughout the field but she couldn't see any of them. She was being hunted by a pack of wolves on top of the initial assailant. What little chance she had with getting out of this unscathed disappeared in the same instant that she heard Ava's scream, a frightened gasp escaping her before she could suppress it.

“Did you hear that?” Came a husky sounding voice a distance away. Her head was pointed in that direction as she thought about whether she should back away from him when a voice from much, much closer spoke in a taunting tone.

“Here kitty, kitty..”

Her mistake was looking back and making direct eye contact with the werewolf crouched down mere steps from where she laid. He wore a mask with large ears and the muzzle of a wolf, and his eyes were amber and they twinkled with delight at her imminent doom. His ripped jeans were tight in the right places and she could see the outline of his hard on.

He had seen her eyes flicker down to it and he gave another howl which both sent shivers down her spine and heat into her core. The mixing of feelings was more than enough to spur her onto her feet to run again, her feet kicking up dust to meet his dark laughter.

Ava whimpered as she was dragged to the center of the basement. The walls were draped with black sheets and within them sat a circle of candles, all lit and flickering to give the dismal room an increased feeling of foreboding.

At the focal point of the circle was an altar with chords of rope sitting atop of it, with one chain dangling from the ceiling swaying slightly.

As the trio crossed into the barrier of candles the men began to chant. Ava looked between both of them in shock, trying to catch the words they were speaking but it sounded like gibberish to her.

Stopping at the altar, the man who held her hair finally let go to untie her wrists while the other held her arm tightly. Ava watched for the moment that the one who held her was distracted by her breasts for her moment to strike. As soon as she felt the coils loosen around her wrists her knee came up with a war cry between his legs.

He cussed loudly and released her right away to tend to his pain and before the man with the rope could react Ava leapt up and headbutted him. They both staggered back a step or two, but it was a clear path to the staircase.

Ava shook her head, slightly dazed and did her best to jump over the candles and to the stairs. Her foot had barely made contact with them before her curly hair was yanked backwards. She yelped and fell back, barely able to stop the fall enough from hurting herself. Her nurse's cap toppled off of her head, lying forgotten by anyone around.

The bruise forming on the cultist's head above his seething eyes told her that her escape attempt had succeeded only in worsening things for herself. With what little resistance she had left, she spit at him and said “Go fuck yourself.”

Through his gritted teeth he sneered and pulled her hair harder, promising her quite the opposite as she was not so kindly dragged back to the altar, where the other man had recovered and wasted no time in binding her hands together in front of her, then attaching the rope to the chain and slowly began hoisting her wrists into the air until her feet barely touched the ground.

She looked down her body as she tried to get a foothold, finding that stepping onto the altar eased the stress on her arms. That reprieve was short lived though, as the cultists grabbed an ankle each and stretched her legs wide. Her tight dress squeezed painfully around her thighs and she whimpered with an apology. Her words fell on deaf ears as they tied her feet to each end of the altar.

The one who she had kneed brandished a knife that looked identical to the one she had found in the kitchen, terror rising in her as he brought it up to the hem of her dress, only slightly pulling the fabric away from her flesh as he sawed it in two. His cold eyes never left her frantic ones until the dress fell away from her form.

The second cultist had unclasped her bra and lifted it up to her wrists, tying it there to keep it out of the way. Ava's attention returned to the front of her as she felt the cold knife trace down between her pert breasts and down to her panty covered mound.

“I know the list said heart, but we could add a nipple or two along the way. What do you think, Nurse Ava?”

He traced one erect nipple as her breath caught. Hearing her name like this brought her fear to a new level. She shook her head as gently as she could, not wanting to knick herself on his blade.

“N-no, no h-heart, no nipples!!” she begged, her breath fast and shallow. Ava was on the verge of a breakdown as he withdrew from her sight.

The silence that followed let her heartbeat echo through the basement. When she felt the knife return to her shoulder blades she shrieked and lurched forward. It felt sharp and was icy cold, leaving a stinging sensation in it's wake. As it was lifted and moved to the top of her shoulder the chanting had begun again. She started weeping.

They were toying with her, whooping and growling as they mirrored her running through the cornfield. Ellen had tears brimming at the reality of her hopelessness and she made a last ditch attempt at evading the predators. She skidded to a halt and attempted to run the other way.

It fooled one wolf, who had to slow down for a short distance but the other, the one who had locked eyes with her before, had turned on a dime in pursuit. Ellen’s legs burned as did her lungs and what air she had in them was ripped out of her as the amber eyed wolf grabbed her swaying tail and yanked hard. The belt held fast and the sudden jerk upset her and she went crashing to the ground with a yelp. He followed her down instantly, his knee digging into her side until she rolled onto her back. His full weight was on her and she had little other choice than to stare up into his eyes through the werewolf mask. She whimpered and tried hiding further into the ground as he gently stroked her whiskered cheek with a thumb, a wolfish grin hidden behind his long snout.

“You’re going to be delicious, little pussycat.” He stuck his thumb into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Ellen almost licked it, thought better of it and bit down enough to hurt. He withdrew his hand right away and sent it down across her cheek with a crack. Her head turned to the side from the strike and when she turned her eyes back up at him they were laced with fear.

His hand gripped her wrist just before she was able to hit him and he trapped it against the ground. By now the yellow eyed wolf had arrived and he took possession of both of her wrists, holding them well above her head. Amber eyes sat back and with both hands took hold of her black tights just under her belt. With ease he tore the cloth down the seam between her legs. Underneath she only wore a black thong, which did little to hide her rosy lips- or the shine to them.

“Get on your knees, kittycat or we'll make you.” Amber eyes commanded, keeping his hands on the torn fabric. As she rotated under him slowly with a sob in her throat he tore the rest of the tights to reveal her firm ass sitting atop her slender legs. He was now sitting on her lower legs as he unzipped his jeans, a hand taking a generous amount of her flesh and squeezing it until she started saying “Pl-please stop I don't want this anymore, pl-please!”

“Shut up” he barked, sending a stinging slap onto her right cheek. She cried out and squirmed, receiving another quick spank with an order to stay still.

She quieted down after another few spanks, her face lying in the dirt as he pulled her hips up, raising her reddened bottom for himself. When she heard the zipper just above her head she whined, knowing what was coming, or at least she thought she did.

Ava wailed as she felt the white wax drip down her shoulders and over the small of her back, drying as it cooled on her skin but not quick enough that it didn't burn first. She was blindfolded now and had been when the icy knife slowly carved a rough outline on her back. She did what she could to understand what it was they were etching but it was one of the cultists who uttered the word wings that she finally figured it out.

She was tense every time the blade sketched a feather or spine, goosebumps on her back followed the red marks. It wasn't enough to make her bleed, but the frozen edge sure felt like it was doing just that.

When the knife slid down between her cheeks and poked her rim her voice cracked with pleas. They were ignored and their pitch heightened as she heard one of them say it was ready to be extracted. The knife was withdrawn and a small switch was flipped and Ava could hear a loud buzzing sound.

She shrieked and pulled at the chains above her head and the ropes at her feet, anything to get away. Her attempts were futile and another shriek forced it's way out of her as a rounded vibrating head touched her clit which was still covered by her panties.

“We need an orgasm, her heart and eyes and then we shall summon him at last.” They said in unison and she shook her head as fast as she could until more wax was dripped onto her full ass, making her yell which dissolved into a moan as the vibrator worked its magic on her.

Ellen felt like she had been torn open. The wolf had only had two fingers inside of her asshole before he had pressed the head of his shaft into her. She screamed and clawed helplessly at the ground as he embedded himself in her dry hole with no liquid relief. Her screams were elevated as her head was yanked up into the air enough for the yellow eyed wolf to line his cock up with her mouth.

“God please stoooaahhhpp now goddd please” Ellen groaned as the Amber eyed wolf picked up his pace, widening her forbidden hole for his own pleasure. Her begging was silenced with a single harsh thrust and her groans muffled as the yellow eyed werewolf took her mouth.

His cock was thick and no matter how he tried the wolf couldn't get it down Ellen's throat. He kept her clogged continually though, her moans and groans bumping into his head on their way out of her mouth. She couldn't stop herself from licking his length as her face was used.

“Oohh kitty got some tongue to her. This little puss likes sucking on my cock. I bet her pussy would like it too. Lift her up for me.” The yellow eyed wolf teased her, looking down at her tear stained red cheeks. Ellen’s whiskers had started running dark streaks down her face and neck. When the wolf pulled his shaft out from between her lips he slapped the streaks with it, adding her own spit and his precum to the mess before amber eyes hoisted her back by a grip on her arms. Ellen's cheeks burned with humiliation and shame from how turned on she was and she dreaded them finding it out for themselves how much that was.

Inside the house Ava's legs were trembling now something fierce. The vibrator was relentless and the wax was constant on her back. When she felt a hand on her hip she begged for them to stop again, her words more a moan of agonized pleasure than anything intelligible. There was a slight adjustment with the positioning of the wand, a tugging aside of her panties and not a second later she felt her cunt lips being briefly kissed by something hard just before they were forced open by one of the cultist's cocks.

Her blindfolded head arched up to release a great cry that emptied her lungs. The cultist thrust harshly into her, his hand pressing her hips down onto him as he leaned forward and whispered into her ear “Listen Ava, there's no hope for you. You signed away your life and it will go to a bigger cause. Give into the pleasure while you still have some semblance of freedom.”

She was panting heavily as his breath withdrew from her neck and was replaced by the familiar edge of the frozen knife. Her heart jumped into her throat, sitting just above her collarbone, thudding her skin into the metal. Ava was convinced she was going to die here and now with this stranger inside her. She sobbed and repeated her pleas, peppered with grunts from his assault.

When his breath grew heavy in her ear and the knife shifted along to the other side of her neck she knew he'd cum in her while she was still breathing. To her shock he stepped out and away, his hard cock dropping out of her engorged lips. Her emptiness was momentary though as the second cultist forced his longer shaft into her with a pleasured groan.

Ava dropped her head and wept as her body was used as a dangling fleshlight. The knife had disappeared and instead she felt teeth on her neck followed shortly by two ice cubes being held directly onto her perky nipples.

“Ooohh” she vocalized through her tears, the ice burned as it melted, igniting all of her breasts in prickling pain. The man inside of her bit down on her neck as he set the vibrator on high. Her breath caught and Ava lost all control over herself. Her legs quakes and threatened to break free of the ropes as she came hard to the choir of voices “With this sacrifice we summon thee!”

The second cock pulled out of her as Ava rode out the coerced waves of pleasure. There was thudding and howling wind could be heard, disorienting the terrified girl. Then there was nothing except her rapid, shallow breath.

Without her sight, the dark cackling that erupted through the entire house frightened her to the point where she peed herself. The shame of the liquid soaking her panties and running down her spread legs was short lived however, as she felt a presence looming over her. A haunting whisper in her ear made her heart stop, “You're mine, little angel.”

The shift from horizontal to vertical added a new wave of pain to Ellen’s asshole as her weight was shifted onto his piercing cock. She struggled against him as the other wolf came up to her, tracing her pussy lips with his wet cock.

Amber eyes had slowed his thrusts and kept her still for his packmate, who licked his lips under his mask with delight.

“She's fucking soaked. What a little slut we caught tonight! Arroooh!” he howled in a fit of laughter as he lifted one of her legs up in the air. His large head threatened to tear her pink slit open but arousal gave way and he was able to push inside as she whimpered with great discomfort.

Ellen cried out as he bottomed out inside her pussy much too quickly, her head shaking no but her sounds of mixed pleasure cried yes. Amber eyes pushed his way into her ass again, her hole much tighter now and he moaned into her ear which made her shiver.

They alternated thrusts, groaning with effort and excitement. Yellow eyes lifted his mask enough to expose his teeth, which found their way to her bare shoulder. He bit down, eliciting a yelp and low moan from the trapped kitten. Amber eyes followed suit, instead opting to twist her head and lock lips with hers. There was little resistance to her returning the kiss.

The wolf's teeth moved up to her neck and he growled as the other forced his tongue inside her mouth, suppressing her own. Ellen was in such a heightened state that she found herself quickly nearing a monumental orgasm. It had gotten to the point where she had to decide whether to keep kissing him or to breathe, and she wasn't in the right headspace to be making the right decisions.

The basement now reeked of piss as Ava hung there trembling in her own personal darkness. The demon chuckled as he tilted her blindfolded face up with a hand cupping her chin. He turned her this way and that, inspecting her nonchalantly. When he released her he snapped his fingers, making her shrink backwards.

“On her knees. Her cunt is tainted, I will have no part in it. Her little mouth however, will burn with my seed.”

Ava gasped as the chain holding her up clanked loudly and slowly gained slack, a hand holding each shoulder as the ropes around her ankles were adjusted as she sank to her knees. She whimpered as she knelt in the small puddle she had made. She stayed there trembling, her arms still above her head as her curly hair was yanked backwards, and her parted lips were brushed by the demon's tip, the momentary contact leaving a sharp tingling sensation on them.

She wanted to bargain with him, with the devil himself, to free her of this torment. Her mistake was to open her mouth only to have it pried open wider with the demon's wide shaft pushing inward. She could feel the slight tug of friction the condom had on her lips, and then she could feel the creeping burn spreading through her throat.

The amber eyed werewolf made the choice for Ellen as he withdrew his length and rammed it back up inside her, forcing her head to jerk up in a shriek that carried through the field and her over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm. Her body spasmed between the werewolves, contractions in each hole pulling both of them with her. There was a unison of grunts and moans as she felt her insides become coated in cum. The men continued to fuck her through their rut, masked faces turning up in a triumphant howl. She was still quaking and not fully aware of her surroundings as both men slipped out of her now oozing and twitching holes. They sneered at her and one wolf shouldered the other, nodding at her with his softening shaft in his hand. He aimed at her face and let loose a stream of piss, it splashing just against her mouth and onto her cheek.

“That's right, mark her like a used bitc-- oh fuck” yellow eyes stalled his taunt, his hand coming to the other wolf's shoulder.

It was the growling that came from them, not the warm spritz, that slowly pulled her from her blissful state. Standing a few feet away, bathed in moonlight was a scarecrow with eyes as red as blood. The werewolves backed away into the stalks before turning tail and running, and only then did Ellen realize she needed to run too. That was if her legs still worked.

Ava's anguished whining was marred with severe gagging as the demon gripped the back of her head and beat his pelvis against her tear stained cheeks repeatedly. The heat from whatever was on the condom was threatening to upend her stomach but she managed to hold on. The vibrator had been returned to her tender nub. She groaned around his shaft, her eyes screwed shut tightly under the blindfold.

She could feel the distension in her throat with every plunge inward. Her hands writhed in vain to save herself from choking on his shaft. The demon groaned and let his head drop back as he used hers. He pulled back enough for her to gasp for air, the sudden intake burning as the oxygen flared the hot sauce that was still in her mouth. It sent her into a coughing fit which the demon silenced by driving into the back of her throat and holding it there.

Ava shrieked, choked, sputtered and wheezed for a breath of air, for a molecule of it. A rumbling laughter rolled out of him and throughout her body. The vibrator held against her paired with it to where in some twisted fashion pleasure overrode the pain she was in. When the demon finally granted her a chance to breathe she let out an uninhibited moan, her body on the verge of an explosion and yet to her dismay the vibrator was removed a moment too soon, her orgasm ruined. Her wails of frustration were drowned out by the men’s cackling. Without any warning, her blindfold was removed and Ava blinded by the white spots in her eyes as they tried adjusting to the light. The ominous figure of the demon was still blurry and out of focus as he moved back towards her to reclaim her body.

Ellen had started crawling away from the scarecrow, it was the most movement she could manage. His boots were heavy behind her, the sound telling her exactly how close he was. The werewolf’s piss was still dripping off of her messy cheek and onto the ground. The smell of it burned her nostrils as hysteria set in.

“L-leave me be pl-please” She had started to say, her words ending up getting lost in the dirt as his knee came down on the small of her back, dropping her instantly. She spit out the soil that stuck to her tongue and tried squirming out from under him. He leaned onto her a little more until Ellen whimpered and stayed still. When his hand gripped the back of her neck and tilted her head up, the white in her eyes reflected his glaring red ones. Another pitiful “Pleease” fell out of her mouth as his gloved finger came up to his masked and sewn lips in a shushing motion. No sound came from him to accompany it and that made Ellen shiver involuntarily.

His hand stayed on the nape of her neck, grip tightening as he lifted her to her feet. Her cat tail was dragging between legs on the ground as they waded deeper into the cornfield. Soon they came to a clearing littered with straw on the ground and an empty scarecrow post at its core. The scarecrow shoved her forward and Ellen barely caught herself on her hands and knees with a grunt against the post. She started crawling away, the straw prickling her through her torn tights and scratching the palms of her hands. Tears obstructed her view and she shrieked as his boot came down on her calf, stopping her from flight. She felt his hand wrap around her tail and pull her backwards, her hands grasping desperately at nothing to stop him.

Ava whimpered as the demon crouched down to stare directly into her soul. His pupils were red slits that were as bright as blood. His painted face curled up in to a wicked grin as he spoke to her in a haunting tone, "Now, you'll behave for the rest of our time here I think. So we'll give you two mercies. One, you'll be unrestrained. Two, I'll have something to quell that fire I've put in that soft little mouth of yours. But you're going to have to work for that second one. How does that sound, angel?"

Her head nodded before she could even process the action. She felt the binds on her wrists loosen and fall down to her sides. Pins and needles immediately coursed through her limbs as she gently rubbed them. His intense stare became too much for her and she dropped her gaze with a soft “Thank you for your mercies, demon.” He guided her chin back up to force her to keep eye contact and he grinned, replying “Don’t thank me just yet.” Before slipping a gloved finger into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and gently rubbing it, setting her mouth aflame again with new sauce.

The tears that had stopped briefly returned to her eyes as she sputtered around his thumb. Her throat threatened to close with every breath as her mouth salivated to try to save itself.

“Suck on it like a cock, slut. If you do it well enough, you’ll get your relief.”

Ava’s fearful eyes pleaded with him as she did as commanded, a pained moan leaving her as she tried to wrap her tongue around his finger. The tears fell down her cheeks and the demon leaned forward, keeping her still with his hooked thumb and he licked a few off slowly. This made Ava groan with need and her legs quiver again.

What caught Ellen by surprise was the large glop of coolness that landed just above her stretched asshole. It pooled around her rim and leaked inside as another glop narrowly missed her hole. It was a small amount of comfort before she felt the tip of his cock prod right behind it. Something was amiss though. HIs shaft was more rigid than usual, and as he pressed in she discovered he was much thicker as well. When she managed to look over her shoulder at him her jaw dropped at first in shock, then to scream in pain. He had a ribbed sheath donned on the length of his shaft. It had many rounded spikes on it and as they slowly popped into her abused hole Ellen could not stop herself from shrieking and trying to pull away from him.

The red eyed horror had no trouble yanking her back onto him, burying a few more inches of his studded prick inside of her. Ellen screamed again as his hand gripped her hair, yanking her upwards as he bottomed out in her harshly. His large hand covered her mouth, trapping her cries inside of her. When her eyes finally met his other hand, now wielding a needle-like straw, began to mime the act of sewing his lips shut. Ellen’s eyes managed to grow even wider and whiter as he tipped the needle towards her hidden mouth.

She did her best to shake her head against his shoulder. The message was perfectly clear. Her ability to follow it, however, was in question as he started to work his length inside her, forcing out tiny gasps and tortured whimpers. The lube helped with his girth, but the spikes tugged at her insides and stretched her unevenly. He kept her head pinned to himself as she quietly sobbed.

“Give us a smile, Ava, you’re about to make me cum.” The devil mocked as he thrust an extra finger inside of her mouth, making her gag. She did her best to smile and coughed at the same time. Her eyes were closed tightly so she didn’t see the small container of milk tip towards her occupied mouth. The rush of cold liquid had her choking and she spit some of it out before realizing that that was the mercy she needed to remove the fire in her mouth. By the time she tried swallowing some, the stream had stopped and it dripped down her trembling body onto the floor and mixing with her own little puddle there.

He withdrew his fingers and watched the internal struggle within her. The spiciness in her mouth was overwhelming, enough so that she gulped down her pride as she leaned down and lapped at the liquid on the floor. This was met by several groans and chuckles as the men watched her degrade herself. When she sat up, the milk was still dripping off of her chin. Her lustful gaze met the demon’s and his grin grew unnaturally wide.

“She’s ready.” He said, stroking her upturned cheek. The demon was flanked by the cultists, stroking their cocks as they devoured her with their eyes. Both men waited for the demon to nod, and with grunts in quick succession, they began to spurt ropes of cum onto her face.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out. Accept what a filthy whore you are and be grateful for our cum.” He growled, having carefully removed the sauce laced condom and stroking himself. He watched as the cultists coated her face, the white spunk dripping from eyebrow down onto her exposed and heaving breasts. He aimed at her mouth and shot his own load, landing directly on her tongue, then he tilted upwards, aiming for her eyes and marking everywhere around them.

By the time they were spent, Ava’s hand had been vigorously rubbing her clit over her panties, moaning and in obvious heat because of everything that had happened to her. Her pleasure escaped her again as the demon snatched her wrist and with ease tossed her onto his shoulder with a tsk tsk sound. One hand held her ass firmly while the other kept her wrists together as he sauntered up the stairs with his prize.

There were random strands of hay that continually jabbed and scraped against Ellen's ass as she was abused. His hand had moved down from her mouth to grip her breast tightly. She never made a sound louder than a whimper though, as the needlish straw continually brushed against her cheek as a constant reminder of his threat.

Her insides screamed in contrast however, and when she looked down past his arm she could see droplets of blood dripping down her legs. The seeing that made her instantly lightheaded and she was in serious fear that she was going to faint and wake up to some worse fate. She couldn't think of anything worse than this as she accidentally let out a hopeless sob.

The scarecrow's hand connected with her cheek instantly and she cried out again. Without his arm holding her up she collapsed onto her elbows again. She crawled forward and he let her pull herself off of his barbed cock. She kept begging “please” over and over, the words tumbling out of her mouth. When she had made it a yard or so away he yanked her tail again to get her to stop.

The laughter in front of her, coupled with a pained cry, brought her out of her imminent misery. Ellen looked up through the stalks to see a tall man carrying Ava on his shoulders. Seeing her best friend coated in white, caked on her face and her breasts made her heart lurch. The man was dressed and painted like a demon and he had a chuckle that matched as he dropped Ava backwards right in front of the Ellen. She could see the red outline of wings and the dried wax on her shoulders, trailing down to her ass.

Ava had managed only to turn to face her friend and reach out in desperation before the demon found her curly hair again and held her firmly in place.

“I think that after being blind all night, you deserve a bit of a show.” he crouched down and held her shoulders as Ellen was held by the hips by the scarecrow. Ava had seen the blood on his sheathed cock and her face had gone white. The fear in her eyes was reflected in Ellen's as she watched that fear morph into sheer pain as the red eyed scarecrow embedded himself up to the hilt in one violent shove.

It sent Ellen screeching onto the ground and her cries made Ava shake and start pleading for her friend. Her shaking increased as the familiar sensation of the vibrator was forced back onto her clit, the length of it teasing her pantied wet slit.

The demon moved her closer to Ellen, whose head was pulled up by a strawed hand in her hair. The two girls’ faces were inches apart, both twisted in pleasurable pain.One of Ava’s eyes was still partially closed to protect itself from the cum that had started drying on her face. They were “Little angel, why don't you comfort your friend? Kiss her and make her feel better.”

Ellen wasn’t even listening to him at that point, so when she saw Ava lean into her and felt her lips brush her own she was in a small state of shock. When she didn’t return the kiss Ava pulled back with hesitation, unsure if crossing this line was the right thing to do. After a moment’s recovery, the pain that Ellen was feeling slowly started to feel natural, and she liked that. When his strawed fingers started pinching and rolling her clit, Ellen felt what little control she had left slipping. She strained forward against the scarecrow’s hold on her hair to press her lips onto Ava’s.

She tasted the salt of her tears and of the plethora of cum on her lips. She was sweet like milk and her lips were softer than a flower’s petal. Her eyes closed as she felt Ava come to life within their intimate touch.

The softness was short lived as Ellen’s body was used more hastily. The scarecrow’s breath had gone heavier, as had the girls’ with every small pause between their exploration of each other’s mouths. Ava was most certainly in the lead of things, and was the first to feed her best friend a long moan. When she started grinding on the vibrator the demon let out another bellowing laugh. He forced three fingers under her wet panties and into her snatch which increased her pace.

“What a slutty nurse you are Ava. Bet your friend didn’t even know that one of your interests was women, did she? I wonder..” He laughs as if he just said a great joke, “I wonder if the woman you were interested in is the one your tongue deep in now!”

The sneer in his voice made Ava’s face flush with shame. The news seemed to strike deep inside of her friend as Ellen purred into their kiss. They stayed locked together for a time until the scarecrow pulled out to slam back into her hips, forcing Ava to swallow Ellen’s scream and nearly biting her lip.

She leaned forward and kissed Ellen through her pain as her body gave into everything. Her hands clenched in the dirt and her pussy around the demon’s fingers as she started cumming. She panted Ellen’s name with what little breath she had as she rode several waves of ecstacy.

Feeling her friend shaking against her quickly had Ellen find her own release. The scarecrow’s ribbed cock thrust roughly into her twice more and yanked his cock out as the cat girl came hard. She was panting and mewling into Ava’’s kiss as he moved to where their lips met, squeezing his sheathed shaft until he had it lined up with their mouths. There were traces of Ellen’s blood on the spikes which were ignored for the hot spray of cum that continually shot at them. It landed on their cheeks and their tongues, the girls turning towards it to collect what they could in their mouths. Both licked his head, milking it for more of his seed.

When the scarecrow stepped back, the demon clapped his hands as if he had just seen a spectacular performance. The girls were exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically drained as they licked each other’s faces clean.

“You know, Mr. Scarecrow, I think we can just tie these two up on the post and fuck them all night. What do you think? I don’t think they want to run away anymore. I mean, look at how happy they are sucking cum off of each other’s faces. We can use them as bait to attract all sorts of creatures of the night.”

The scarecrow touched his chin as if thinking, then stooped to their level, red eyes pulling them from their bliss to stare at him. His continued silence brought the hairs on the backs of their necks on end as he glared at them. Then, with a single unexpected word, he jump-started all of their senses once more.

“Run.”

Ava pulled Ellen to her feet, the feline crying from the painful gaping hole inside her as they limped their way out of the cornfield together. The two men laughed and laughed as they hurried as quickly as they could through the stalks. At times they were diverted by a werewolf or a cultist, seemingly shepherding them at different times until the pair made it out of the field.

Before them was a small cottage, with the porch light on and the door wide open. Music could be heard. The girls clung to each other as they approached it and peered inside.

The furniture looked comfortable inside the little studio space. There was a fire roaring and there was a note on the door as they stepped inside. It welcomed them to stay for as long as they needed, that this was a safe space for them to recover from their ordeal.

The back of the couch had two sets of big fluffy towels and two oversized hoodies as well as sweatpants. There was a table with two cups of hot cocoa and some treats. It took till they had their first sip of it to realize that the terror really was over and they both started giggling like schoolgirls. They hugged each other and started crying.

Eventually, Ava took Ellen by the hand and led her into the shower. They gingerly took off their torn and damp clothes, discarding them in the bin before stepping into the steam. They were slightly awkward in checking each other out, leading to more laughter. Ellen was the first to take the soap and slowly start to wash the cum and wax off of Ava. The lines from the knife were still visible by the time she was done and then it was Ava’s turn to caress Ellen’s soft skin.

She planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder as she washed her lower half clean. Ellen's eyes were closed and she sighed with a smile. The two of them stepped out of the shower after and helped one another wrap themselves in the big towels.

Slipping into the oversized hoodies and onto the couch they sat shyly for a few moments before Ellen curled up in Ava's lap. She pet her damp hair and kissed her forehead. They sat like that for a while before a knock on the door startled them greatly.

“I didn't mean to scare you,” a familiar voice said, “I just came by to check on you to see if you needed anything and to give you these.” It was the skeleton who held up two goodie bags.

They relaxed again and laughed, feeling silly about having forgotten this was a haunted house on Halloween, candy was expected. The girls went over to him to inspect the bags. Inside was several pieces of candy, a shiny badge, and a usb stick.

Ellen pulled out the badge as Ava pulled out the usb, the latter blushing deeply as the former looked on curiously. The badge read “Frightful Delight Survivor, Stage 1.”

“Show that badge to me next year for a more extreme version of what we have to offer. That usb covers what both of you went through, so you can relive the experiences within the safety if your own homes. We like to thank you for making it through the House of Frightful Delights and we wish you a splendid night.” The skeleton finished with a bow and a wink. They both thanked him and felt well enough by that point to leave the aftercare house.

As they walked down the gravel path towards the gate, Ava looked at her own badge.

“You know, I think this was a once in a lifetime experience that is meant to stay that way.”

Ellen pouted, her cheeks now red from the cold as she protested “But Miss Angel, I know how much you enjoyed this. I betcha you can't make it through stage two!”

Her friend gave her a playful glare before wrapping her arm around her waist, leaning in and whispering into her ear before nibbling it, “You’re on, pussycat.”

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