Enter a room

Leanne had had enough of being followed by the weirdo and was feeling more and more stressed. She looked around and picked the nearest door. Hastily flinging it open and stepping inside before closing it again. She stood with her back flat against the door while breathing heavily and listening closely for any sounds coming from the other side.

All was quiet and Leanne breathed a sigh of relief as she started to relax. Her attention then turned to her new surroundings. The room was even more dimly lit than any other she’d seen. She called out nervously, hoping the room was empty. “Um… H-Hello?”

There was no answer so the young woman stepped further into the gloom. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness but eventually she was able to make out the standard sparse furnishings she’d become used to. Not wanting to go back outside any time soon, Leanne took a seat on the bed while she composed herself and planned her next move.

She was sat there for a while when she realised there was a strange sensation around her ankles. She reached down and calmly scratched her leg, brushing off the offending tickle. However, a few moments later she felt it again. Doing the same thing she came into contact with something unexpected. Peering down towards the dark floor she saw what appeared to be a tiny clawed hand reaching out from under the bed and grabbing at her leg.

With a scream Leanne leapt to her feet. However, the hand on her leg caused her to trip and she found herself face down on the dirty old carpet. She glanced back in a panic and saw the hand tugging on her jeans, trying to tear them from her tight arse.

Hurriedly Leanne scrambled to her feet and backed away from the bed. She watched as a pair of hands groped about trying to reach her. She was so focused on those terrifying clawed fingers that she was startled by the sudden solid body behind her. She shrieked only to realise it was nothing more than a large wardrobe. With a sigh of relief she returned her attention to the hands under the bed. However, as she did so more hands appeared from the closet at her back. Reaching out from both sides and grabbing her roughly.

Leanne cried out and struggled against what felt like three of four separate arms. They groped her body, caressing her pert tits and squeezing her orbs through the thin material of her borrowed shirt. They were so eager to get to her flesh that they easily tore through her top, leaving her standing bare chested and exposed.

She thrashed her body violently in an attempt to escape only to find another set of hands had been working at her jeans. The garment fell to her knees as she stepped away, causing her to trip and crash hard to the floor once more.

She was at least away from the creatures in the wardrobe and scurried hurriedly across the floor. She sat facing the cupboard with her eyes wide and breathing heavily as arms tried to escape through the door. Grabbing and pawing the air in a **** attempt to reach her hot young body. Leanne’s eyes flicked towards the door. She didn’t care if it was dangerous outside. It had to be better than it was in her.

With her smooth thighs and lace panties exposed, Leanne made a move to her feet. From the corner of her eye she could see the wardrobe and her eyes widened as the doors began to slowly open wider. She had no idea what was inside but she had no desire to find out.

She sprinted for the door with more urgency. Her pert naked tits swinging as she ran. She reached the door in seconds and wasted no time in throwing it open and diving outside into the hallway. The door was closed behind her again with a hard slam and she stood gasping from breath in the corridor.

Looking around her she could see that the clown had thankfully gone. However, she was topless again and no idea what she should do next.