Sexy naked nightmares on display

"Collection?" said Bonnie, backing away nervously from the mirror. She could see Charlotte clearly now. The raven-haired woman writhed in her bonds, her screams of mingled terror and pleasure muffled by a spectral hand, goosebumps prickling her creamy inner thighs as she was slowly and methodically fucked to orgasm by the hovering haunted phallus. "You... collect nightmares?"

"It's a hobby of mine. Quite simple, really. One simply constructs a magic mirror from mandrake wood and silver mined from the Carpathians by a nine-eyed goblin who's never seen the sun, and convinces a pretty girl to step into it. Of course, she has to give you permission to scare her first."

Bonnie took another step back from the mirror.

"You're not scaring me," she said, with a slight catch in her voice. "It isn't real."

"Of course not, pet. It's only a carnival."

Another mirror flickered to life, the dust somehow vanishing from its surface as a moving image shone in its depths, clear as daylight. The plaque underneath read Kazue Sugahara, 1895. Bonnie saw an Oriental girl, fixed in a sort of bamboo stockade by the side of a muddy country road. A man in a topknot and a silk robe was shaving her pussy with a straight razor. Goblins lurked in the trees, cackling.

More mirrors. Bonnie's eyes darted from one to the next, unsure where to look. She took hold of Susie's hand for protection as the Nightmare Zone sprang to life around her.