Dennis

We sat and talked while waiting for our burgers, while recounting the details of the zombie gangbang. Pam mentioned something that I wasn't aware of previously.

She conveyed, "In the minutes leading up the the invasion of the dead, I'd been groped repeatedly from behind whenever the crowd around us tightened up from fear. Each time the toucher became a little bolder."

"At first, he only touched my exposed lower butt cheeks. However, with all the movement and probably a little help from him, my skirt continued to rise higher. At one point, when we all backed up against the wall, he slipped a finger into my puss and began to fuck me with it, then added a second, which caused me to climax. Between the non-stop scares and his attentions, having his hard prick in me was all I wanted."

"In that last scare, when most of our group dispersed and the rest of us were pressed into that corner while trying to escape, he started rubbing his hard-on between my buttocks. I was so wet back there from all the prior peaks that he slid between them and my thighs easily, and I loved every second. As he kept up the movement, his hands began to part my cheeks. Even though I knew it was wrong, I wanted it so much and even bent forward as much as I could to aid his penetration. And that's when the hoard grabbed my arms, pulled me forward, and raised me into the air."

"I'm telling you this because not only did I enjoy the anonymity of it all, but also the possibility of being seen by others in the crowd. If that pack of zombies hadn't pulled me away when they did, I would have let it happen."

"Without protection?" I said, trying not to be too critical.

"I know! But imagine if you were on a crowded bus and someone squeezed in next to you, grabbed your dick, got it hard, and then backed up on it to fuck you. That feeling of naughtiness, exhibitionism, and spontaneity, especially knowing that you never had to see or deal with that person ever again. Just raw sex for the sake of it. That feeling of being wanted as a sex toy and nothing more. Just a hole to dump your load into and disappear. That was what I was feeling."

We sat quietly for a minute as we each pondered what she'd said.

A wry smile crossed my lips, and Pam noticed.

"What is going through that brain of yours?"

"What you should do next time is hand the perpetrator a condom to see how bad he really wants it. If he slips it on and you're wanting it bad, then let him take you then and there. In fact, you could put a few in your back pocket for easy access," I suggested.

Pam

"You dirty old man, aiding me in getting fucked by random guys and loving it so."

"Isn't that what I've been doing all day?" Dennis shot back.

"Oh, by the way, I guess you noticed that I had my first women tonight. I have to say that I very much enjoyed licking and sucking on that young lady's pussy. But did you notice that the one who so wonderfully dined on me also slipped a finger in my ass? I have to say that that was amazing, and we'll have to do more of that!"

"If you're thinking about more action tonight, you may want to change into another of your sexy outfits after we're finished eating. I don't think that you'll attract too many suitors with that oversized mumu that you're currently wearing, other than me, that is," Dennis added in a teasing manner.

Finally, the burgers arrived, and we scarfed them down like we were starving, which I definitely was. Once we finished, we declined any dessert, and I headed to the bathroom with the backpack in hand while Dennis paid the check.

I moved into one of the empty stalls, slipped off the t-shirt, and found my skimpiest outfit to finish off the night. The skirt was another one like the previous that barely covered my ass and was made of a stretchy material. I pulled it down a little lower than normal to make sure it wasn't too revealing. The button-down blouse was snug, and I tied the bottom front sections together to expose even more midriff than usual.

After attaching my five-year Scaredy Slut pin to the new shirt, I closed up the backpack and walked back into the restaurant to find my partner in crime and lover. Dennis grinned like the cat that ate the canary as I wormed my way through the crowd while attracting a lot of masculine attention. Fortunately, it was now dark outside, and therefore harder to see my lack of proper attire.

"The evil doll?" Dennis inquired while looking over a park map.

"Yes, please," I replied with my arm in his.

It was located on the other side of the park, but we had to navigate a couple of scary areas to get there. They were essentially open-air horror houses with roaming monsters and other such attractions. They didn't have the fervor of the enclosed spaces, but were well decorated and well manned by whatever beast represented them.

The first one we went through seemed to be about the occult, with shamans roaming around with their adorned staffs and spouting spell-like offerings.

I watched as they seemed to enjoy sneaking up on women from behind and whispering in their ears before they even knew they were there, and then quickly moving away. Everyone, male or female, who they did that to, was startled at the very least.

One walked near us from the front to confirm his suspicion about my pin, all while grunting and puffing like a blowfish. I was sure that he assumed I wasn't quite so easily scared and that I didn't mind being touched.

Dennis walked us over to one of the cart-like cages, where a scantily clad woman wore an animal head and not much else. While he reexamined the map, we both checked her out. As we chatted about how much fun she'd be to play with, she pounced at the bars hard while growling aloud. We both jumped back a little and I bumped into one of the witch doctors who'd snuck up behind us. He mumbled gibberish into my ear as he ran his staff between my legs from top to bottom and back up again.

Between the scare and the movement of his pole, I came a little and whispered back to him, "Morrrerrr!"

Being outdoors among others walking by only raised the heat between my legs. He stopped at the top to push it forward and back against my eager puss. I even consciously spread my legs a little more to open my swelling labia.

Dennis

I'd seen the voodoo priest stalking Pam after he eyeballed her Scaredy Slut pin. Wanting to see how far he'd go, I led her over to a darkened area right next to one of the cages. Initially, I pulled out the map, pretending to look it over again to be sure that we were heading in the right direction.

However, after a minute, we both looked over the animalistic woman who was wearing essentially a string bikini with a tiger's head on top of hers. While leaning in closer, she startled us with a roar that sent us both back a step or two. The witch doctor was right behind Pam when she jumped.

It worked perfectly as I watched his magical staff move up and down the inside of her thighs. After the two exchanged whispers, he began rubbing it back and forth against her bare muff. Looking around briefly, I was a little concerned about the number of people moving by, and gently nudged the two of them a few steps sideways until they were behind the cage.

In the pitch darkness, I filmed as the shaman worked his cane faster while Pam pulled up her skirt to expose herself fully before handing him a condom.

Pam

After Dennis moved us all behind the cage, I pulled a condom from my pocket before raising the back of my skirt. I held out the prophylactic as the witch doctor pulled away his cane. After wrapping himself, he eased into my slippery puss. The high was increased over that of the houses simply because we were outside, and I relished the feeling of yet another strange cock inside me.

The increased excitement was obviously having an effect on him as well. Keeping to his character, he shouted mumbo-jumbo while fucking me exuberantly. It was all over in a couple of minutes, but I climaxed twice before he filled the condom, kissed me on the neck, and departed.

Dennis

Once the voodoo guy left, I pulled down Pam's skirt and wrapped my arm around her as she released her grip on the bars at the back of the wagon. I let her get her balance back when the girl in the cage muttered, "That was so hot that I rubbed one off just watching the pleasure on your face. Thanks for that!"

"You are very welcome," Pam replied before reaching into the cage and pulling the girl's mouth to hers for a lingering kiss. Interestingly enough, there were a few catcalls from someone who spotted the girls kissing.

Where were they a few minutes ago when the voodoo dude was giving her a good hump? After the girls said their goodbyes, we started moving again toward the doll house.

Pam

I felt reinvigorated after the peaks from a solid fucking and from kissing the girl in the cage, all while outside for anyone to see. I held Dennis' hand firmly as we meandered along the busy sidewalk.

"So, I guess you had something to do with that as well?" I teased.

"Absolutely not! I only directed the action out of the spotlight so that there wouldn't be a crowd gathering to take their turn as well," Dennis rebutted while wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me tight against him.

After a soft kiss with a little tongue, he added, "I'm here to support you, film your pleasure, and to keep you safe while you have fun."

"Really, that's all?"

"Well, there is my own pleasure watching you have yours, and oh yeah, loving you."

"That's better!" I voiced before turning in front of him and hugging him close while attacking his face with mine. We made out like a couple of teenagers while slowly making our way to the next horror tent.

Coming up on the crazy doll house, we entered the fast line and were near the entrance in no time. Coming to a slow down in the line, we chatted about what to do next when a girl in front of us squealed, "I'm one too," while pulling her pin away from her chest toward us.

"Hey, Honey, look, it's another Scaredy Slut."

"I see," Dennis responded.

"Whoa, why does your pin look bigger than mine?" the girl questioned while moving in close. After seeing the number five in the background, she said, "So you've been here five times?"

"Actually, I've been here five years in a row," I answered with a proud smile.

"Damn! This is my first year, but I've been a slut much longer," she offered with a giggle.

"Are you here alone?" Dennis inquired.

"No, I'm with a girlfriend, but she didn't want to walk through this one. This doll really creeps her out to the point of making her pass out. She doesn't get excited like we do," The girl answered while looking at me.

"Well, would you like to go through with us?" I solicited.

"A sexy slut like you and your hubby? Of course I would," she answered before slipping her arm in mine.

Finally, at the front of the line, the woman working the door informed us, "Ladies, you will get a good scare here, but you probably won't have anyone to play with. All the dolls here are robotic, so there is very little human interaction, but it is fun. If you haven't been to the one about the guy who traps everyone, you'll love it. There is plenty of opportunity for interaction there, especially if you like to be part of the scenes," she said while grinning at me during that last sentence.

Our new friend bounded forward and released my arm as the doorwoman whispered, "You're the one, aren't you? The one that took on a slew of zombies and satisfied them all. You do know that you're a legend for that, right? There is talk about giving you free passes for as long as you want to visit. I only know because my boyfriend is second in charge of this event. Here, you probably need a restock," she said while handing me another goody bag.

I blushed a little and then replied, "Yes, I am," proudly, before Dennis eagerly pulled me into the house.

Dennis

"Come on, Baby! Let's see just how scary this one is. Maybe I'll be the one with his bare cock slipping between those sexy ass-cheeks of yours.

It was a fun one that took place in a house, but was too well-lit for anything to happen. The lady at the door was correct in that there were very few real people, and all of them were playing victims of the nefarious doll, so no real human interaction. It did have some shocking scenes, but overall, it didn't have the depth of our prior visits.

The other pinned girl that we met before entering was right back with us and gripped Pam's arm tightly for most of the walk-through, which diminished Pam's overall excitement. This one turned out to be the first one that didn't get her motor running.

Exiting the place, our new friend begged off to go find her girlfriend, which was fine with both of us. We mapped out the recommended haunted house and started heading that way. The route led us through another outdoor scare area that seemed futuristic, with the exception of several guys toting chainsaws. They ran at us and came up behind us, but Pam wasn't really fazed, and neither was I.

"If this next one doesn't work out, then I think we ought to call it a night. We do have another full day to come here, and we can visit the five other houses then. What do you think?" Pam questioned me.

"That sounds good, but I have high hopes for this one."

Walking in, we looked to be in some building's basement with up to six people in each room wearing all sorts of torture devices and or chains. Some were real people, and others were mannequins, depending on whether they were still in one piece.

The rooms were well done, and it was a good combination of shock and gore. Parts of the rooms were better lit, but there was always a darker area where your vision was limited. That's where you got glimpses of the really gory stuff.

At one point, the walkway narrowed between two cages with guys wrapped up in barbed wire and pleading for help as they reached through the bars to grasp at the passersby. The cages were barely lit until one or the other jumped outward to scare the crowd.

We were looking them over as we approached, and just as we got there, one of them screamed in terror while pushing his arms out to grab us, and his light flashed brightly just long enough to blind us a little. Our jolting reaction left us against the cage across from his, while Pam screeched and obviously came due to the sudden intensity of it all.

Pam

It was such a quick and unexpected shock, causing me to cum before we ended up with our backs against the other cage. As I leaned against the bars, quivering from the heated cum, I felt the bottom of my skirt ease upward before two hands gripped my bare buttocks in the darkness of the hallway. I squirmed back against them, still in the midst of my orgasm.

Turning sideways, I mumbled, "Finger me,"

I spread my legs as his hands parted my ass and explored my dripping snatch. He slid the first one in easily and quickly added more from each hand. With at least four inside me, I pressed harder against the bars as he opened me up while tickling the inside of my quivering cunt.

Dennis

I heard Pam's whisper since she turned toward me when making it. I moved to face her, pressing her back against the cage, then found her clit while she was fingered from behind. She came hard between our combined efforts while I considered a way for her to get his cock.

Looking behind her and into the cage, there was just too much of the fake barbed wire in the way. Even if he had a ten-inch prick, it would be difficult to finagle it being so close to the people walking past, so I leaned into her ear and gave her the news.

Unyielding in her desire to please him for his efforts, Pam reached back and found his zipper and jerked his cock until he shot all over her ass and thighs. The poor guy fell backward and onto the floor of the cage from the unexpected servicing and swift cum, but thanked her nevertheless as he sat there breathing hard.

Pam smeared his drippings back and forth across her ass before lowering her skirt as we walked away. I glanced down her thighs to see a few lines of his seed streaming down them as we continued through the house.

"Well, I must admit that was an inventive solution. How does it feel to have his cum adorning your bare thighs?"

"I have to confess that I loved the sensation of his hot spunk hitting my bare skin. Even as it has cooled, it feels incredibly sexy as it runs down the back of my thighs," Pam admitted while holding me close.

"It seems that we have a new kink to explore going forward," I responded while clutching her hip and pulling it close.

When we reached the end, a guy at the exit directed the two of us down another hallway, away from the crowd. I was holding Pam closely as we moved through the semi-lit passage that seemed to follow the tent's outer walls. Finally, we came upon another man and woman, just as we thought that no one was around. The woman reached out her hand toward Pam's and held it while introducing herself.

"Hello Pam, I'm Kim, and this is David. David is the guy who leads the small team of evil geniuses, as I call them, while I am in charge of the Scaredy Slut team," Kim explained.

"Hello, to both of you!" Pam offered excitedly, while her hand never left Kim's.

"Hi David, Hi Kim," I offered while shaking David's hand and Kim's free one. "So, why are we back here?" I inquired.

"Kim approached me last year about adding a special attraction tailor-made for the Scaredy Sluts. Their numbers have been growing, and we've seen positive proof from exit interviews and employee surveys that their presence definitely increases numbers in our target customer group," David answered.

"Which is hot and horny twenty-somethings?" Pam offered with a sly smile, while continuing to grip Kim's hand.

"Exactly!" Kim stated.

"So, tell us about what you've come up with."

"A little more history seems appropriate, given the importance of this moment. It started with Kim asking about adding a permanent display in one of the houses, especially for Scaredy Sluts. It would give them more of a chance to be part of the action while still doing what they do. Our problem was finding the right house that would allow for such an idea. When this particular franchise came up for consideration, it hit me like a hammer to the face. With the history of torture devices that this series was known for, I saw a real chance at making this work."

"My team and I considered several different ideas, but wanted the SS, as we call you ladies, in a position to be scared while still being able to service those that they wanted, plus providing a way for you to be a full-time part of the show and interact more with the other patrons. This is where Kim got involved, and I'll let her take it from here," David explained before turning it over to Kim and walking away.

Still holding Pam's hand, Kim started, "So, a little more in-depth background on me seems appropriate at this point. I, like Pam here, always received a little extra benefit from being scared. A certain tingle, shall we call it, that made me fall in love with this genre and, in particular, with this seasonal event. I was down here for college when I attended my very first Scarefest. It was crude, but it got the job done, and I quickly fell into the need for more and the desire to share my appreciation like Pam does now."

"Are you the original Scaredy Slut?" Pam inquired.

"Probably not, but I am the one who got a job in customer relations and pushed for some recognition for this group of ladies. I did most of the legwork in talking to guests who had witnessed this behavior and admitted that it increased their desire to return to the show more than once a season. Because no one under eighteen has ever been admitted, I felt that increasing awareness subtly would be beneficial to the park without much of a downside.

"I mean, we did have to express to some of the girls that full-on nudity or copulation in brighter public areas was prohibited. However, we did aid them with certain benefits, such as the goody bag to keep them safe, and eventually the passes to encourage them to come back. Plus, we began giving out the pins, so that employees would know them on sight and give them some special treatment, if you know what I mean," I added while giving Pam's hand a little squeeze.

Pam

"Why me?"

"Zombies?!" Kim blurted out as if it were a question. "But, you were already on our radar for your antics in prior years."

"You have to give my husband the credit for that. He knows what I love and knew that I would excel in that situation."

"I know about his involvement, but he is not the one who pleasured every one of those employees multiple times, including the women, was he?"

"No, but..."

"No, but he is obviously a loving partner who understands your needs and will do almost anything to keep you happy. Am I correct?" Kim queried.

"Not just almost," Dennis injected.

"We know. That's why we want you involved in this enterprise. The things that you've done to help Pam could aid all of our ladies in getting what they want from this pet project of mine," Kim applauded while grabbing his hand as well. I think that the three of us, with David's superb design team, can do wonders for the Scaredy Sluts and the Scarefest as a whole.

"Can we see what the device looks like! I want to give it a try!" I pleaded.

"Yes, let's go see what David has put together," Kim answered.

We walked a little further and turned a corner to an all-glass room. In the middle was a life-size letter X, standing upright and attached to a pole in the floor. No one said a word as I looked it over while walking around.

There was a control box at the front of the room with all sorts of buttons color-coded. The X itself was padded, but it had multiple small metal and plastic protrusions all over its surface. There was also a box of what looked like attachments sitting in the corner that I eyed superficially. After completing my circle of what I would later coin the human lube rack, I stopped and turned to David and his two male assistants.

"Okay, what does it do?"

"Many torturous and ecstasy-inducing things," David answered with an evil little smirk.

"Shall we give it a go then?"

"It is ready if you are," David replied before pressing a button that closed the lower legs together, making it look like the letter Y.

I stripped off my clothes and walked up to the Y, grabbing the handles on the upper arms.

"Um, you a... don't have to be completely naked," David stuttered while gawking at Pam's nude body.

"It will be much better this way," Pam cooed sexily.

After a lingering stare, they strapped my feet in with simple, padded Velcro straps. Then they turned the device upward until I was lying horizontally on it. At that point, I was about waist-high. They then hit a button to spread the leg pieces back into an X again, and I could feel the cool air between my slick labia. After removing the straps on my legs, David said, "Okay, we need you to scoot backward about three or four inches," he added.

I was having difficulty getting leverage to push back when Dennis grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me backward until my bare crotch bumped into the lump in his shorts.

"Mmmm, it seems that someone is excited to see me naked and vulnerable," I purred while turning back to smile at my husband. As he ground against me for a moment, I closed my eyes to enjoy the closeness in this rather sterile environment.

After a minute or so, Kim coughed, "Ahem!"

Dennis didn't move, so I asked, "So, what all does this thing do?" while continuing to enjoy the pressure of his hard-on against my happy puss.

"Mostly, for you, it is pleasure, with a little acting involved for the unpleasant things," David answered, then continued, "The box is all glass for a reason. It is prominently displayed in the walking route through this house. The glass is also a viewing screen that allows us to project things such as fire, acid rain, spiders, and other such tortures. From the outside, it looks like these things are attacking you, and there are screams and howls to go along with each."

"Can we see what it looks like?" Dennis inquired.

"Yes, let's run a test so that we can show you what it will look like from outside," David suggested.

"So how will I know which one is happening? And what are the little nibs on here for?"

"The plastic ones are for smoke and air blasts, while the metal ones are for vibrations and very light shocks. You can see what they'll see on that screen straight ahead of you. Mike, slip on the jacket of the green suit. Okay, Owen, go ahead and pick one, and let's run it with the screens still closed," David directed.

Looking down, I saw myself from the three different cameras that were pointed slightly down at me from the front and both sides of my glass prison. Dennis was still between my spread legs, with Kim, David, and Mike's head, hands, and legs all behind me. His torso was magically concealed by the jacket he wore. Owen was still up front, manning the controls as the flames began to grow all around us onscreen. Shrieks permeated the room as the smoke began to roll up all around me.

"Wow, this is too cool," I said as the smoke was pulled upward and out of my glass prison.

"This is where you'll have to do a little acting for us and the folks outside to make it look like you're really burning. You can scream if you like, and it will be added to the pre-recorded material that we already have taped for each scenario. Additionally, to make this more interactive, we've placed a basic version of the control console outside for the public to use if they wish to get involved. We haven't activated it yet, but that is the next step after this test," David added.

"Are you ready to go live?" Kim asked.

"Yes, let's give it a try!"

David

"Owen, get the green suit on so that you can operate things from the inside," I said while shooing everyone else out of the back door. "Let's move back toward the beginning of the house to see what it looks like approaching it from the customer's point of view," I suggested as they followed me.

Pam

Owen walked past me, all in green, and upon reaching the panel, hit the button to lower the shades. It was dark in the house, and it took me a minute to see the people walking alongside the box from my right and remaining close by until about halfway around the left side. When the shades began to drop, so did the interior lighting to limit their view of my nudity.

They were getting a nice view of the sides of my breasts and the swell of my buttocks, which caused a bit of a backup until Owen hit the fire button again. The instant screams scared several people, and I writhed about in mock pain as the smoke rose all around me.

I could feel and barely see that one of my breasts had slipped sideways a little from all of my squirming, exposing my nipple for all to view. They would have to look hard to see it with all the fake flames dancing about my slowly charring form. Apparently, another illusion created by their video software.

I watched the screen as it dimmed out to bring about a live shot again in preparation for the next torture scenario. This was all very exciting, but seemed more so for the people walking past. At this point, I was wondering how this was going to excite me and when my scares might come about.

I mean, it was great for the outsiders to see me electricuted or burned or whatever else they've got programmed into this high-tech oppression box, but I needed tactile stimulation and a good scare to get my motor running.

I suddenly felt vibrations spreading across my body and titillating every inch. I wiggled about a little to get them all the hitting all the right spots. I was really enjoying this scenario, as my broadcast moans could attest. With one of the vibrating bits just above my clit, I was sailing toward Valhalla slowly, but surely, with my hips rotating and my eyes closed.

That's when I felt the light scratch on the sole of my foot, and it moved upward along my calf. Opening my eyes, I turned backward to see a cloaked, pig-faced demon dragging his claw toward my ass.

The freefall from pure pleasure to primal fear took a few milliseconds. I screeched aloud while trying to withdraw my leg, but the strap held it fast. Turning to slap at him in crazed fear, I swung wildly and missed until he grabbed my hand and strapped it back to the arm. He moved in front of me and made short work of my other arm as well. The pig monster leaned close and growled like no pig I'd ever heard before, then pulled out a bloody machete and ran it all over my neck and back.

My screams had diluted, but my heart continued to race as the beast continued his slow circle of my exposed body. I could feel the juices flowing from my cunt as his oversized knife slid between my spread glutes. It clearly wasn't sharp, but the feeling of it as it crossed over my pucker sent shivers throughout my anatomy. A sudden slap with the machete on my ass did me in. I came hard, moaning like a harlot and begged for more.

"Again!" I pleaded, but he only slid it back and forth to delay and tease.

Still feeling the effects of that wonderful cum and continuing to beg for another, it occurred to me that I'd forgotten about Owen being in the room and the vibrations that he had set in motion only a minute or two ago. I could no longer feel them, or much else, as my mind wandered between lust and terror. I felt the sword as it scraped down my thigh and calf, before moving upward along my other leg.

Unable to see him directly with my limited motion, I gazed forward at the monitor to find him closing in on my parted legs. I quivered as he rubbed the tip of his machete between my labia, smearing my cum all over my inner thighs. The cameras didn't provide a view of my privates, but you could see his movements and assume what was going on. A second later, he again smacked my ass with his sword, then added five or six more before stopping.

Cumming again, I wondered what the people outside thought of this whole thing and opened my eyes again to see the monitor. There was blood all over me on the screen, and I momentarily panicked, thinking that it was reality. Twisting my head hard sideways, I saw that there was nothing anywhere and closed my eyes again before turning forward to slow my hammering heart. The sword moved away, and I felt the brackets that my legs were strapped to spread even wider.

I wanted what I thought was coming, but hadn't invited him yet, and was pretty sure that he wouldn't go there without my permission. Observing the monitor, I felt his cape tickle my upper thighs, while he neared my needy pussy. The brush of the light nylon raised goosebumps across my legs and ass while I heated up even more. That's when I heard the telltale sound of an opening condom wrapper.

He raised his cape over my legs and ass before I felt his hot meat rubbing between my glutes. It was like earlier tonight, just before the Zombies took me away, as that stranger pumped his uncovered cock between my slick thighs and I wanted it more than anything at that moment. It was the same now as he moved about my ass and puss without pressing inside. I was having trouble focusing and wondering whether he would take me without consent, while secretly hoping that he would.

The pig-faced demon continued smearing my juices all about my widespread crotch as another climax rolled over me, causing me to shout, "Do it!" at the top of my lungs. But the bastard kept up his actions and began focusing more and more on my slippery pucker.

He rotated the tip of his covered prick at my anal orifice while adding a little more pressure with each circle. I could feel it opening a little at a time, but was sure that his prick wasn't going in easily as I panted through his ongoing efforts. The only thing that had made it into there before was a girl's pinky, but it felt so damn good when she did.

He pulled back abruptly and pressed fully inside my wanton vagina as I howled above the other sounds that I hadn't even noticed previously. I looked at the monitor to see that the side cameras had been turned off, and all I could see was the beast leaning over my back with his claws on my shoulders and blood everywhere.

The video version didn't show the slow, deep fucking I was receiving due to his black cloak covering the lower half of my back. I moaned whorishly as he continued to take me over the top again and again.

Out of breath and nearing the point of passing out, I noticed that the last camera was shut off just before he pulled out. I felt the cloak pulled off my back just as the hot spurts of semen decorated my ass and lower back.

Lying there, still trying to calm my heart and lungs, I felt the straps being removed before the X was lowered significantly. I was only a foot off the ground when I felt a damp cloth wipe my back clean and then dry it off. Then, Owen helped me to stand up and handed me one of my oversized t-shirts to cover up with before we sat and chilled for a few minutes.

"Do you know who that was?"

"No. It could have been any performer in this house. And with your reputation, it could have been the President of the Company," Owen replied.

"Did you enjoy the view?" I teased Owen.

"Yes, who wouldn't! You're a beautiful woman in great shape and someone who clearly loves sex. You are the perfect partner, from that perspective," Owen replied.

"Maybe you should be the next one dressed as an evil-doer so that you can have a little too," I said, continuing the teasing.