Unlike her hardened slut persona, and raised nipples, Laurie turned soft and wanted out of the room. David stood at the door and shook his finger disapprovingly. Little Red was about to get a good riding and earn her reputation the hard way. As the characters took her by the waist and walked her around, Laurie knew that she would not be able to escape. The Mummy began to moan and paw at her clothing, instructing the others to disrobe her. Once her shirt and skirt were removed, he didn't seem to have a problem securing her wrists to the wooden rod in the closet with some extra gauze and a firm grip. The window blinds were opened to cast a moonlit view of the red cape and wet, white undergarments as they hung on Laurie's cold skin. The Mummy let out a loud groan and shook his face between Laurie's breasts, and then again between her legs. He stood up and held her head back by pulling on her braids, pressing his wrapped face to her mouth. The closet door shut to enclose the two inside, as the Mummy took his turn in feeling every inch of the trapped victim in his Egyptian tomb.
Twenty minutes later, the door reopened. Laurie found herself free from the hanger bar, and allowed back into the bedroom for more surprises. Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein were laying on the bed, waiting patiently for her. Laurie wanted to laugh, but somehow knew better. She climbed into the middle of the bed and prepared, as the Bride of Frankenstein kissed her tenderly and removed her cape. Frankenstein grabbed her legs and jerked her to the edge of the bed where he promptly yanked her panty crotch to the side and took her as only a large, powerful, abomination could. Laurie sobered into the experience of such a rough fucking and began to participate. As she bucked against the strong, pounding cock, Frankenstein threw her ankles around his neck and pulled her hips slightly above the bed. The Bride of Frankenstein lifted her skirt and straddled Laurie's ears to sit carefully over her face, waving her pussy back and forth onto Laurie's nose and lips. As her orgasm flourished, Laurie cried out between wild licking and gasping for air beneath the heavy cotton dress. Three orgasms later, the Frankensteins finished with her and pointed her onto the floor.
Be careful what lurks below. Laurie let out a frightened shriek as a dark hand reached out to her from beneath the bed frame. Pulling her in slowly, the figure twirled Laurie's body until she was laying flat against the floor with her waist under the bed. She laid silent, staring at the ceiling, as she felt the prodding fingers of her newest partner. The tile floor was cool and smooth against her tense body, and it almost felt as if she were frozen solid, spread open for the underworld to toy with her body. Laurie pretended that she was alone and enjoyed the mystery of her manually stimulated climax. In a haunting way, it was the most exotic and chilling experience of them all.
David howled to her from the bathroom. Laurie wiggled herself free from the bed, and walked in to see him. He stood in the shower, clothes shredded and transformed into a hairy, horny, beast. He helped her into the stall, where he bent her forward and commented at Laurie's state of disarray. Pulling down the stretched out panties, he held her hips tightly and began to ram into her from behind. "Fuck me, you big, bad, wolf!" Laurie laughed. The two lovers became playful and banged about in the dark shower stall for quite a while, enjoying each other and the occasional flying of fur.
As Laurie exited the shower and fumbled back into her clothes, she noticed that the door was unlocked and that her perpetrators had mingled into the crowd outside. Without knowing the identity of the other participants, Laurie was sure that the joke of Little Red Riding Whore would follow her for a long time to come. David had given her a good surprise, both a trick and a treat.
