Screams echo through the warm summer night. I close my eyes as I stand there, just waiting. Im nervous and hoped nobody around me notice my forehead burning up. Beads of sweat accumulating as the seconds go by. My hands feel moist and clammy. Finally, a gentle breeze.
I open my eyes. The screams get louder. Then laughter explodes. I check behind me, this lineup is out of control. Just to ride the ghost train?? It better be worth it - I had better be so scared that I will remember this night for the rest of my life.
Finally there's movement. As the line shrinks, each step I take I feel a little more excited. As I get closer to embarking on the ride I want so badly Butterflies accumulate in my stomach. I feel like I'm dreaming. This is actually happening.
As I watch the ghost train pull up, I feel someone breathing heavily on the back of my neck. It feels good. They're very very close. Hands firmly clenched around my waist from behind, I feel my neck being nibbled and sucked on, which turns into biting and it makes me moan. Quietly at first, but as the pleasure becomes more intense, so does the moaning and groaning.
I feel your cock getting hard as your body pushes up against me. With one arm wrapped around my stomach, the other gripped firmly in my hair. 'You're not going anywhere' you whisper in my ear. You pull down slowly and tighten your grip around my stomach. I can feel your cock getting really hard now as you rub it up against me. Each thrust of your cock gets my pussy wetter and wetter.
I feel you reaching into your pocket. As you fumble around, your cock lets me know you're getting angry. Frustrated trying to find something, your thrusts get harder and your grip intensifies, pulling my hair hard. It's painful but I can feel the frustration you're feeling. I like it. Suddenly, a slight release. I know you have found exactly what you wanted to find. I feel something cold and sharp running up my thigh. It gets me excited. I know what it is. Slowly you run a blade up my body up to my neck. Slight pressure at first, then I feel it. It feels like a paper cut, I don't want to move a muscle in fear that it could cut me deeper than I want. Your lips are against my ear. I feel your hot breath, you're in complete control. 'If you move, or make a sound you're going to get cut. Not by me. By yourself. This is your choice. Don't move, and you wont have anything to be sorry about'
The only noise that comes out of my mouth is a soft squeal. We both know that means I will do anything you say. You feel my every emotion that I'm feeling...scared, confused, excited, curious, enjoyment. You run the blade over my hips and frantically cut through the side of my tiny shorts. 'There. That's much better' my shirts easily slide over my hips down my legs. They lay on my feet where they will not get in the way. My Lacey thong exposing my firm but round cheeks. You slap my left side, I scream a little, it was unexpected but welcomed. You bite my right cheek, softly. You get the perfect grip with your teeth and clench down. You remind me I'm not to move - at all. You bite hard, I can feel you draw blood. A little. Not too much for now. The blood that makes you wild. Turns you into an animal wanting more. Now it has started. You bite my thong and tear at it with your mouth. Ripping and tearing until there's just threads holding them together. You calm down. Your sweat dripping all over my hips, ass and thighs. You're happy, satisfied and content with how well you had achieved what you wanted in that one hot minute. You admire your work. Panties down, ass and pussy in the air. You can see everything you want. You spread me, watching my juices move around as you grope me and slowly caress everything back there that belongs to you. Your property. You own it. This makes you excited.
I look around, nobody seems to notice or care that this is happening in plain view. No fox given. I move my body to get a better view of what is going on around me, my head peeks over my shoulder to curiously take things in. I hear a huge slap. Then comes the sharp burn on my face. It stings. You're angry. 'I told you not to fucking move. Which means, don't fucking move you fucking whore' I'm not crying but my eyes have water running down like a broken waterline. So confused.
What do I do???.....I tell myself 'Whatever you do, don't move, don't move, don't move'...........
I ask myself 'do I run?' I have seconds to decide....
I run. I feel like a baby lamb. Disoriented, awkward and knees buckling under me. I fall face first in the dirt. This is not going to be good. I hear your footsteps pounding getting louder as you get closer. You don't say a word to me. I know I've been very, very bad.
You rip a section of material from my shirt, grabbing my wrists you tie them together. No escape now. You drag me effortlessly across the dirt and head back towards the ghost train. I kick and scream. No one notices. No one pays attention. No one even looks our way. It's as if we are not even there.
As we approach the ride, there's no lineup, just us. The train pulls up, empty seats. 'Looks like it's just the two of us' with a big grin on your face. All I can do now is embrace what is coming. Try to relax and just absorb anything that is coming my way. Go with the flow instead of against it. That way it won't hurt as much.
