A Minor Repair at the Ghost Train

The final job was that one of the jump scares in the ghost train had got stuck, and Mr Jackson wondered if she could see what was wrong with it? This had to be an easy one, Emily figured she’d have a quick look and let him know what the problem was.

She met Kelly, who was operating the ghost train. ‘Shit, girl, are you okay?’ she asked as she saw the dishevelled blonde girl arrive.

‘Oh, I'm okay. First shift, it’s been hard work,’ replied Emily bravely.

‘Oh yes, I remember that feeling!’ Kelly stared off into the distance, as if remembering some unspoken adventures of her own.

‘I’m supposed to check out some jump scare?’ Emily sighed. Kelly mentioned that ‘the werewolf’ hadn’t been working for a couple of days, and could be accessed through a door along the edge of the wall.

Emily found the door quickly and walked through into the pitch dark. The air was full of loud screeches and the clattering of the ghost train carts trundling around the track. As Emily’s eyes adjusted she saw a series of pulsing green and orange lights, and a rail preventing her from walking onto the track. Just then white lights flashed and a siren blared close by, making her jump as a cart rolled past. In the bright white light she saw a huge werewolf statue hidden behind a piece of scenery, and it juddered as the mechanism tried to swing it round to face the oncoming train. Instead of the werewolf, the occupants of the train were presented with an image of a tall, curvy girl in a yellow t-shirt, frozen in the strobe lighting for a moment, then the train was gone and the whole area was plunged into the dim green glow.

Moving toward the werewolf Emily tried to fathom why it wasn’t working. The statue was about a foot taller than her, with outstretched arms ending in a set of fearsome claws. It’s legs were parted as if about to pounce, and between and below the legs was a set of gears which looked as though they were trying to spin, but jammed by the bamboo handle of what looked like a child’s fishing net.

Emily absent-mindedly pulled out the bamboo pole and dropped it to the floor. The gears started to turn once more just as another cart clattered toward them. As the carriage passed a particular section of track there was a loud bang as some restraint disengaged and the white strobe lights flashed, the siren blared, and the werewolf, along with Emily, swung around to face the ghost train passengers. Emily was pressed against the werewolf’s chest as it moved, and as it stopped she was forcibly spun around toward the shocked faces of the four occupants.

Equally quickly the white light was gone and Emily and the werewolf returned to the hidden position behind the scenery. Shaking her head at the latest surreal situation in which she had suddenly found herself, Emily tried to step away from the statue. Except, for some reason, she couldn’t. She found herself held tightly against the werewolf’s torso, one leg on either side of the muscled, hairy limbs. Her t-shirt was pulled tight across her body and her thighs, holding her firmly in place. Her arms were held down by her sides, her legs were spread out with the werewolf’s knees between hers, and she felt her t-shirt gradually being pulled tighter. Emily supposed that the hem must have caught in the gears, and was now being drawn into the machinery as it built up the energy to swing the statue around to frighten the customers.

A now familiar clattering noise caused the lights and siren to activate, and Emily and the werewolf were fired out into view. Emily screamed for help at the passengers in the cart, who had to admit that the ‘werewolf bride’ was the best scare so far! As the machine completed its arc the Emily felt the neck of her t-shirt tear open, and the fabric began to part. Returning to the dark, the t-shirt continued to tear slowly down the front as the material was dragged into this infernal machine. Painstakingly slowly, the V shape expanded until Emily could see the mounds of her breasts above the cloth.

Another cart approached, and this time as the werewolf and his bride swung around to the viewers Emily’s t-shirt split wide open and she lurched forward, large breasts bouncing excitedly in front of these latest screaming passengers.

As the machine returned to its resting place Emily was aware that she was now leaning forward, only her forearms still pinned by her t-shirt, her thighs held tight by the hem. The torn V grew more quickly now, and looking down Emily could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the swelling of her mons. Next time she was going to be completely exposed, arms pinned, legs spread, to whoever was in the train, held firm by these strips of cloth, unable to escape.

Actually it didn’t quite go that way. As the train approached Emily closed her eyes in resignation. She heard the siren, was aware of the strobe light, and felt the rush of air all over her naked flesh as she raced forward. However, this time she didn’t stop as she expected. The hem and sleeves of her shirt gave way completely and Emily was fired into the approaching car, coming to rest lying on her back across the knees of the passengers in the front seat of the car, her long legs dangling over the edge.

Looking around she saw four pairs of wide eyes staring back at her, as she saw that the passengers were four quite nerdy looking student types. ‘Awesome!’ they shouted as one, all laughing, as the two in the back reached forward to grope her breasts, the guys in the front reaching between her splayed legs to feel her tender, wet pussy and tight asshole. As the train continued clattering toward the exit, Emily simply closed her eyes, too tired to resist whatever fate had designed for her tonight, and enjoyed the feeling of eight inexperienced hands squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her thighs, grabbing her buttocks, teasing her swollen pussy, and probing her tight asshole.