Enter the storage room

Leanne opened the nearby door and stepped quietly inside. She was at least hoping to find something to cover her body if not a place to hide for a while. The room was dark and dusty. As the young woman peered nervously into the gloom there was a sudden bang and she jumped with a shriek before realising it was just the door closing behind her.

Taking a deep breath she located a light switch and flicked it on. Not that it added much in the way of illumination. There was barely a dim glow from the solitary light bulb and it added an eerie feel to the dingy room.

There were boxes and other items scattered around the room. Essentially what Leanne had expected when she entered. Rummaging through the piles of stuff she found nothing useful until she noticed a large wardrobe on the far side. Squeezing her way towards it between the stacks of boxes she **** open one of the doors and was delighted to find a row of dresses. Just was she was looking for.

Leanne hastily browsed the selection before picking out a slinky black item. She held it against her body and was delighted to find it was more or less the perfect size. She was about to slide it on when she decided to check the other half of the wardrobe. Carefully she placed the dress on a nearby stack of boxes and fought with the second door. It took some effort to ease it open thanks to her crowded environment but she was eventually able to **** it open just enough to peer inside.

No sooner was the door open than Leanne wished she'd never bothered. She leapt back with a fright. Bumping into something hard. In front of her was the creepy face of a sinister clown.

She kept backing up but with the solid object against her back she had no escape. As her breathing became more rapid Leanne eventually wondered why the disturbing figure hadn't moved. She was already highly anxious and it took a moment to realise that it was just a costume hanging in the closet. "It just looks so lifelike." she observed to herself.

She continued staring into the dead eyes of the clown mask, feeling strangely allured by it's unblinking gaze. But it was difficult to concentrate with the hard object pushing to firmly against her rear. She reached back and felt something solid and cylindrical.

Despite knowing what she thought it was Leanne turned to check and received yet another surprise. It was indeed a hard penis, but it wasn't attached to anything living. There was a naked mannequin standing close behind her with a surprisingly large appendage protruding forward. "Since when do they make these things with... Dicks?"

Leanne's hand had begun instinctively stroking the large shaft in her grip. Looking up at the dummy she gazed into the featureless face before shaking her head wondering what she was doing. Her attention then turned back to the clown costume in the cupboard. She wasn't sure but its position appeared slightly different to before. She stared so long at the jester that she became transfixed. Focusing intently on the figure ahead of her.

Her trance was only broken when she felt something strange. Like someone was grabbing her breasts. She looked down and screamed as she saw two lifeless hands holding her pert tits. "What the hell?!"

They were the mannequin's hands and as she tried to struggle against them they seemed to grip tighter. In her fight her tight rear began to press up to that large shaft she'd been playing with moments ago. Only now it seemed to be jabbing at her as though trying to penetrate.

Leanne continued trying desperately to free herself but then the hands moved. One reaching around her back and unhooking her bra. With another shriek her underwear was dropped. Leaving her breasts naked and easily groped by the lifeless hands. There was a strange sensation of the hands squeezing her breasts as they held them. But that wasn't the worst. Suddenly the large dick had found it's way past her panties as was sliding inside her tight pussy.

"Ohh... Fuck!" she cried. "No! No! No! No! No! Please God... NO!"

But her pleas were ignored as the thick shaft began sliding deeper between her lips. She was slowly impaled on the inanimate dick. The mannequin beginning to fuck her while caressing her soft breasts.

"Oh holy fuck!" She stared dead ahead in a state of terror only to see something much worse.

The clown costume was no longer in the same position. Not only was it out of the cupboard but it was slowly coming towards her. Leanne was panicked and fought ever more vigorously to free herself. Finally she was able to break away from the dummy's grasp and collapsed against a nearby stack of boxes. Thinking fast she grabbed the dress she'd picked up earlier and darted for the door.

Back in the hallway she slammed the door shut behind her before collapsing against the wall breathing heavily. Her naked breasts were heaving up and down as she gasped for air. She needed to think where to go next and didn't have much time with those unspeakable things lurking so close behind.