She gets into a hellish predicament

Misty walked into the house, the wooden floors creaking under her weight. “Maybe I can find a new shirt in here.” She said, as she walked into the first floor living room. She started her search by checking every inch of the floor. After a minute of searching, she swore, then turned her attention to a couch. When she got to the couch, she started throwing cushions onto the floor. She frowned, then got down on her knees, and started to search the lining of the couch.

She froze when she heard the sound of loud, foreboding music come from the sky. As fog started to fill the air, a demonic voice roared, “Fetch me their souls!”

“Oh, shit. Hellhounds.” She muttered. She stood up as quickly as possible, then started towards the staircase she saw earlier. A demonic howl came from close behind. “Oh, shit, shit, shit.” She whimpered. Misty ran as fast as she could, whining as the Hellhound closed in on her. “Eek!” She squealed as the dog attempted to take a bite out of her rear end. She started to run faster, but the dog was still close behind.

A few moments later, Misty got to the staircase. “Yes!” She shouted triumphantly. In Misty’s rush to get up the stairs, she ended up tripping on the first step; her breasts jiggled as she fell. She groaned, now lying prone on the stairs. Misty rolled on to her back, and looked down the stairs. She laughed nervously as the Hellhound stared up at her. Before she could even stand up, the beast lunged, and bit into her remaining boot. Misty whimpered as her boot was ripped off her foot. She started to crawl up the stairs, only to be tugged back down.

She squealed as her pants flew down to her ankles, and off of her legs. This event gave her the energy she needed to get back on her feet. As she started back up the stairs, she felt something tug on the back of her pink panties. “Eek! Bad dog!” She squeaked as she saw the Hellhound pull on her underwear. She blushed as her large, freckled ass was now visible, and grabbed a hold of her underwear, thankful that the pair she was wearing was made with strong elastic. “Let go!” She shouted, her ass jiggling as she unwillingly entered into a game of tug of war.

Misty gave her underwear a few good tugs, and freed them from the jaws of the beast. She squealed as she felt the elastic snap against her ass; her ass rippling from the sheer **** of the snap. Panting, she managed to run up the stairs, and away from her pursuant. She took a moment to rub her ass, then bit her lip as she looked around the room for a way out of this mess.