Helpless and Haunted F/f

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Helpless and Haunted F/f

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Helpless and Haunted

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Working in a haunted house, it had been Shelly’s dream since she went with a group of friends to one in middle school. They had left their friend Jenny alone and scared in there as a dumb childhood prank. But Jenny had gotten scared and peed herself. She eventually made it outside crying, much to her and her friends' laugh inducing amusement. Jenny did not talk to them much after that, and Shelly now felt pretty bad about it. The past is past, so she would enjoy her new gig.

Her manager, Shelly didn’t catch her name, was giving her a tour around the haunted house. She loved it, and could not wait to hear the scary noises and screams this place would produce. She could not wait to be a part of it. They went through the maze of themed areas and saw the horrific terrors. In a short while they ended up at Jenny’s scare spot. She was to be the realistically fake scarecrow. Up on a post in the tall cornfield the guests had to walk right by. She would appear to be a prop until the guests were close and boom! come to life and get some screams. They took measurements for her costume, and instructed her to come back Friday evening.

The rest of the week went slow, as Shelly went about her life and watched horror movies for inspiration. She arrived early and got into costume. Dressed in overalls, a flannel shirt, boots, and holding a bag-mask, Shelly walked out and Manager helped her adjust the hay at the edges of her outfit. Not normally her thing, but her manager was gorgeous, and Shelly could have sworn for how sexy she looked in her tight black jumpsuit (or was it a catsuit?) outfit. She walked her out to get set up for the night.

Manager helped Shelly up on the platform on the post, and climbed a small ladder behind her to help get her staged. She instructed Shelly ro reach her arms out on the cross-beam. Shelly was surprised when she felt a rope go around her wrist against the pole, but it quickly went slack as Manager reassured her they were not going to be tight, just enough to look real. Shelly relaxed as it all made sense, her manager even having her make sure she could slip her arms out, with only a little struggle.

Shelly had never been tied up for a longer period, she had thought about it, but besides a boyfriend who used handcuffs with her, he then got really weird about it. As Manager helped adjust her mask, she felt as if this could be a gentle trial run for her curiosities, using the time to maybe fantasize a little. Fantasize about being tied up by…she had to ask her name. Shelly admitted to Manager that she forgot her name, as she felt a ball gag slip in her mouth, she heard her manager tell her to call her Jennifer. Shelly immediately tried to reach for her head, when she realized she forgot about the binds. As she began struggling her right arm out, she felt her left arm get tied tighter. Her attention turned to that arm and soon her right arm was tight against the cross beam.

As the name Jennfier filled her mind with a big question mark,, suddenly it all clicked together. Before she knew it, her legs were being bound to the post. Jennifer was Jenny, whom she had partook in taking a stupid prank too far. The memory became mean in her head, how they took it way too far and traumatized Jenny back then. Now Jenny was adding more and more ropes to snugly hold Shelly to the pole. Jennifer shortly faced her and leaned up to the mask telling her that this was a little payback, but that if she made it through the evening they could call it even.

As the manager sashayed out of the cornfield, Shelly began trying to scream through the gag, making muffled incoherent sounds as she thrashed against her binds. Jennifer turned around and let her know that was exactly how she should perform when guests walk by. And with that she left the room, leaving Shelly tied and gagged on display, for countless guests to walk right by and gawk at her. The main overheads went off, leaving her in the near dark trying to peer through the burlap. Shortly Jennifer’s gentle voice on overhead speakers announced that it was opening time, followed by scary sounds and haunted music.

Tied up, gaged, unable to see, and about to be on full display to the public who would see her. Dim lights shone around the room, and fog flowed through the corn field. Soon a group of four scooted into the room, two couples each grasping the other as they inched forward. Immediately Shelly began screaming around the gag as loud as she could, and wrestled unproductively against the ropes. The group was surprised at first, but then commented on how the scarecrow should have waited until they were close and not give themselves away so fast. The groups shook their heads as they walked by her, and Shelly continued her struggle and cried for help.

Quite a few more groups came by, and she tried again to scream for help and got similar responses. As Shelly stopped struggling for a moment she realized that she 1, had really humiliated Jenny in a very extreme and public way as kids, but 2, she was literally fantasizing about her sexy boss tying her up. In a way she had no choice at the moment, and instead of just being terrified and embarrassed the whole time, she could maybe probably be turned on by being terrified and embarrassed as she was. And she was very turned on by it. The more she thought about it and the more she fantasized about it, caused her to suddenly come to a realization that she was living her fantasy.

As each progressive group came by, Shelly sunk more and more into her situation and came to truly appreciate the gentle tug of each rope as she struggled, scaring the guests once they got close. She loved the gentle strain on her mouth as the rubber ball held her mouth helpless. She had never been so turned on and close to orgasm and yet unable to reach it. The groups all blended together at this point, as her cries went from scaring and sitting on the edge of climax to begging them to touch her, to grasp her, to push her over the edge. More than anything, she wanted Manager…Master Jennifer to come and please her while teasing.

To her eager relief, Jennifer snuck up behind her and asked her if she was close, that she could recognize those body shudders of a person tied up. Shelly replied with a faint noise and a twitch of her limbs that told Jennifer all she needed to know. As the next group came through, she hid in the tall grass that held the post, as Shelly edged above her, her helpless victim, her…crush, childhood bully, sexy submissive? Or. all of the above she realized. She reached up through the stalks and tall grass as the group got close, and brought Shelly to a shuddering orgasm right there. Shelly screamed out through her gag, and screams rang out from the shocked guests, who ran from the room in surprise. Jennifer leaned up and told Shelly how hot that was, and how she could not wait until the end of the night. As she stepped out of the room she turned and licked her finger, Shelly could not think or as she faintly saw through the mask. The night was not over, but she was spent, sinking into the expertly tied ropes holding her bound helpless.

When more groups came by she struggled with the little energy she had, soaking in the afterglow in subspace. In a while she began to come back to life, and again started to get turned on. As the night eventually wound down, she had settled into a routine of humiliation, scaring, edge, and then sinking into her helpless situation and how much she loved it. Eventually the overhead lights came on and sexy, beautiful Jennifer walked toward her and began to undo her gag. She asked her how she was feeling, and Shelly just moaned and strained her body and lips toward Jennifer.

Jennifer commented on how she must have wanted it bad and must be so close. Shelly just whispered that she was. Jennifer asked her bluntly if she wanted to try them out, as maybe a thing. Shelly asked her if she meant the tying or the attraction, and that both ways she wanted to very badly. Jennifer slipped the gag back on to Shelly’s desperate face, and told her she would finish up the closing and then come back to her.

When she got back what seemed like hours later, Shelly was relieved when Jennifer removed her gag and pressed her lips against hers. Jennifer reached between their legs and managed to get them both over the edge before they broke for air. Shelly was released from her binds, and went to clean up and change while Jennifer picked up the rope to put away.

Thirty minutes later they sat in a local diner sipping coffee and waiting for chili cheese fries as they soaked in the glow of the evening's activities. Shelly looked deeply into Jenny’s eyes, feeling the raging crush and passionate attraction, and asked Jenny whether she preferred to go by Jenny or Jennifer, because she might not always want to refer to her as Master in public, and sometimes wanted to just be a couple, as she eased into the idea of a bdsm lifestyle. Jenny smiled at her with a knowing grin, and thought of the perfect idea. When they were in a scene or she was feeling submissive, she would go by Jennifer. When they were in mundane life, she would go by Jenny. Shelly gave her a beautiful and sly smile, and asked Jennifer that, despite it being so soon, what she had going on after dinner.
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Re: Helpless and Haunted F/f

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I guess you just never know the story behind a haunted house. The animation timing for the 1st wave of guests will a little off.
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