This is an OLD story of mine, years ago...
*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
I worked every year at the haunted house. It was for charity and it was a good cause. We started running the haunt in mid-October, and this year it was especially awesome. We had decorated an old, abandoned church for Halloween. The storyline was that an evil spirit had possessed all the elders in the church and turned them into demons.
Actors in priest robes with various scary masks riddled the haunt, but I wasn't an actress. I was the girl that ran around in a hot outfit bringing all the actors waters and making sure things ran smoothly. The haunt was a big success, and at the end of each evening, I counted all the money we had made for charity before I went around and turned off all the animatronics and lights. I walked into the actual church and couldn't help how scary it felt, even though we were closed for the night and most of the actors were already gone. I felt a cold chill run through my body and I turned, sensing a presence in the church with me.
Sure enough, it was an actor. He was still wearing his mask and I couldn't see who it was. They all looked the same with those masks on.
"Who is it?" I asked the man. "It's me, Kimberly! Remember me?" He said nothing but continued to take steps toward me. I thought about running, but most of these actors were just young kids. They were eighteen, nineteen, twenty. I had nothing to be afraid of.
"I remember you," he said, but the voice was one I couldn't place. "You want to come with me," he said. That's when he grabbed me. He pulled me into the confessional that was set up in the very back portion of the church. When he had me inside he closed the door and laughed slowly.
"Who are you? And what the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't you know who I am?" I ran this bitch. He was just an actor. He couldn't just treat me like this. I guess I just didn't realize what was actually happening until it was much too late.
"I know who you are," he said, his voice deep. "I've been wanting you for a long time now, but you barely look at me. You barely talk to me. But now, you're about to be mine," he said, his voice sounding ethereal, and a tad creepy.
"Um, no thank you," I said, and I turned to the door and tried to open it, but found it wouldn't open. The guy grabbed me and lifted up my dress. He wasn't wearing gloves the way they all had during the haunt and I screamed as his fingers found my pussy.
"Stop!" I screamed.
