You want to be scared

You didn’t think she’d be happy with a boring answer. A girl like her had her pick of ways to spend the day– you weren’t the only lonely girl in the park who’d be happy to keep her company. You needed to be fun. In fact, you needed to play it up a little– cool, but wild.

You told Heidi that you’d come to this park to be scared. You wanted something that’d overshadow the annoyance of today’s rejection and even put your dreary desk-job way back in the rear-view mirror. You wanted Heidi to show you the scariest attraction the park had to offer.

“You’ve come to the right person, then. Truth is, the Heckrazor– near and dear to my heart as it is– is really more for tourists. If you want the real most thrilling experience in Hecksworld, I’ll take you right to it.”

Heidi gave you a wink over her shoulder before skipping on her way, challenging you to follow her through the crowd. Keeping on her tail was its own kind of excitement. Her round, bouncing bottom and the shock of white showing through between her stockings and the lower hem of her hoodie provided a tantalizing carrot and stick.

Still, after a bit, you felt a different kind of fright than you were expecting– you lost her in the crowd. You looked for any close candidates for an attraction that might be more thrilling than the Hellrazor. Heidi was being so playful about the mystery, you just knew it would be something you’d never expect.

The spot was well hidden. It was out of season, had no visible outside machinery, and wasn’t even actually open: the House on Heck Hill, designed to look like a rickety, decrepit old mansion. You were indeed surprised. How could a haunted house possibly scare you next to that roller coaster that lifted you out of your seat like you were going to go flying across the park? Maybe it was the kind of thing that was scarier when it wasn’t actually in operation?

It might just be she meant to play a dirty trick on you, jumping out from one of the corners in a mask. Either way, you were sure she was in there. The door was cracked.

You noticed the lock was electronic with surprisingly high-tech security. How had Heidi gotten in? She probably just knew a guy. She was dressed like a super-fan of the park, after all.

You had to give her another round of props, too. This place was actually pretty fucking creepy. With all the lights off, the place was only illuminated by scant lighting coming in through the boarded up windows, highlighting dust motes floating through the air. Not the most romantic spot, but plenty spooky to get the heart pumping. You wondered what the park staff would do if they found you sneaking around here…

You passed by immobile mid-pounce animatronic werewolves, abandoned closets where slashers ought to pop out, and the like. You figured any time now she was going to ambush you. You steeled yourself for it. You ignored how hard your heart was starting to hammer.

Finally, you came to what appeared to be the climax of the show. A series of nightmarish, haunted asylum style standing cages, all set up to lock the user in place and secure their arms where they couldn’t move. One single light was on, spotlighting a cage near the middle. It had a banner set up next to it– “YOURS” was written on in red marker with a heart under it.

And under that: “P.S. hands at your sides.”

You took a deep breath. This was probably the kinkiest thing you’d done on a first date, but you were in it for thrills. You stepped inside, then gulped as it locked you in. This one part of the haunted house was fully operational.

Only a minute passed after that, but it felt like an hour. You immediately began imagining the worst. Maybe this had been her way of getting a laugh at your expense. You might stay trapped in here until night when one of the park attendants saw the light on.

“That look on your face is priceless! Coasters have ups and downs, you know? You finished a low point, so now, it’s time to see you rise~”

Heidi reappeared, emerging from behind a bloody medical curtain, now re-dressed in an equally bloody nurse’s costume. Undoubtedly, she’d borrowed it from the staff’s wardrobe. On her, the blood was barely noticeable; the much more eye-catching part was how it fit her, unbuttoned to show off a bit of her cleavage and with a skirt riding so high that it outdid the hoodie a bit. As she approached, you saw what you initially figured: she was entirely without panties, flashing a bit of her black bush at you. The color matched her long, dark hair, now free from its cap, undone, and flowing around her. The goat pendant was still around her neck, staring dead-eyed at your helplessness.

She also had a big pair of rusty scissors in one hand. A stage prop. Hopefully. She did a couple test snips in the air.

You laughed nervously, telling her this was all very funny.

“Thrilling. Right? That was what you wanted,” she chuckled, wearing an unreadable smile. “Angelica wouldn’t have given you a date like this.”

You thought back to the occurrences tonight. This smoking hot goth girl appeared from nowhere and scouted you. She somehow got inside the locked haunted house. She operated machinery to hold you captive. Then she approached you with a big-ass pair of scissors and she gave you the name of your original date– a name you’re sure you didn’t give her before this point.

You began to sweat. You might have been a little too thrill-seeking today.

“I have a confession to make. You asked me about the goat, right? Don’t you want the answer?”

You gulped back saliva, feeling for the first time how dry your mouth had become. Was she going to reveal she was part of some cult that wanted to sacrifice you?

“I’m Heidrun, like I said. I’m the leader of Bad Shepherd, the hacker collective. That’s our symbol.”

You blinked twice, waiting to hear if she was joking. When she just grinned in response, you asked: was she robbing you?

“No, dummy. I did hack in and learn all about you and your date, true. And I did stop Angelica from getting back in touch with you. And I spied on you. And I got all your most important private data. You’re essentially mine now…. But no, I’m not robbing you.”

She approached, pushing up to you from the front so that her breasts pressed just under yours– she was ever so a bit shorter. Her black lips curled into a devious smile.

“I’m after you because Angelica would have let you down. You don’t need her. You need me.”

She began to slowly run her scissors through the buttons securing your top, popping them open one by one with painful slowness until it came open. Then, she snipped the center strap of your plain, white bra, causing it to fall open and away from your tits. Protests were playing in your head, but they didn’t make it to your lips. You were breathing heavily, even more so than when you were on the Hellrazor, you thought.

She popped open her own top with a single snip, then pressed her chest up again. Standing on her toes off and on, she brushed the tips of your bare breasts together, watching your expression as she teased you. “No one’s coming. No one’s going to interrupt us,” she whispered to you, biting her teeth down upon her black-painted lip as her nipple-play slowly perked the two of you up. “Are you scared?” She snipped the scissors in the air a few times– loudly.

You nodded.

“Nuh uh. You’re excited~”

She rubbed the scissors slowly down your jeans, playing at the button near your groin. You were fully erect already. Heidi set down the scissors, then quickly unzipped you, letting your cock free. It twitched in the open air, making it impossible to deny how you felt in spite of her threats and **** captivity.

She turned around and showed you her bottom, pulling up the skirt past her significant curvature. A white, pale moon teased you; if you had your hands free, you’d love to reach out and grab it with both hands. Instead, she dictated the pace, backing it up on you and slowly rubbing your length between the cheeks. She reached one hand around to circle around your shoulder, then pushed back hard onto you, flattening your cock against you.

You were so horny, but you couldn’t enter her until she was ready.

“Here’s the part that’s really thrilling.”

She grabbed your cock in her hand to line you up, then slowly backed up, lining you up with her hole… not her pussy, but the other, tighter one. It was dripping a bit, moist– she’d probably used the time before you got here to lube up a bit.

“Thrust a bit. Get it in there.”

You let out something between a whimper and a groan as you obeyed her instructions, moving your hips as much as you could in the restraints. You began to move inside her tight, pre-lubricated hole, feeling some satisfaction as you heard her let out an ****, breathy sigh.

You clenched your fists tightly in captivity, watching the top of her head helplessly as she grinded back and forth against you. The weight and **** of her ass were more than you anticipated. You heard the restraints you were trapped in rattle every time she slammed her over-sized, wobbling cheeks back against your lap with a slap of flesh against flesh.

“Cute cock, cute tits, not very safe with your online data! What more can a girl ask for? Ha!”

The teasing somehow pushed you closer to release. You lowered your head, the one free part of your body, and put your nose down into her hair, breathing in the scent of her perfume, mixed with beading sweat. You wished you could see her face.

Instead, you’d get a reaction the one way that made sense: by blowing a hot load inside her asshole. Her hand clenched up, gripping the bob of your hair, as she moaned with the sensation. Heidi rubbed her ass in a circle against your lap to encourage you to keep spurting and find your second and third wind.

“You’re my toy now. A privileged toy. Everyone else calls me Heidrun. You call me Heidi– and everything’s taken care of for you from now on. All you have to do is keep being a cute little bunny rabbit, following me into my traps… and you fuck my ass when I ask you to. Okay?”

Her hand moved from her shoulder to rub under your chin, as though tickling you. You watched her saunter over to the opposite wall and pull out her phone– the lock screen had the goat head of Bad Shepherd that she’d mentioned. She gave you a wink and mouthed the words “get hard again,” before beginning to speak to someone on the other side.

This wasn’t some play, an act, nor the consequence of one night. You told her that you wanted a thrill that made you forget your mundane life and now, you’d forgotten it. It felt light-years away– a memory that couldn’t be recaptured even if you wanted it back. As crazy as it all was, you felt that you’d made the right decision. Every day was going to be way more thrilling than a date at Hecksworld from here on out.