By Mean LIL Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Every year, starting the second weekend of October, an infamous haunted house pops up. The location is different every year, and only a particular group of people get texted the area. Everyone else who goes has to find it by word of mouth. It’s a good thing people talk so much.
The reason it isn’t advertised is that it isn’t your “normal” haunted house. Not one for the family, if you know what I mean. It’s adults-only, and this one is messy.
Messy Haunted House
I was one of the lucky ones. Not only did I get a text to attend, but they asked me to be an actress for them. The idea thrilled me! I’d walked through before, and most of the victims are always naked. Good thing I enjoy being on display! Of course, I said yes.
It was daylight when I arrived and met with the other actors. The director paired me with two other girls and sent us to makeup. We were to be strung up naked in one of the back rooms. The makeup artist painted bruises and cuts along our skin. Then our “captor” introduced himself. He was a giant! Maybe six foot six or more, and he was wearing a pair of dirty overalls with a burlap sack mask in his hands.
“You girls ready to scream?” He chuckled and put his mask on. We followed him to where we would spend opening hours. He tied our wrists up to a beam above our head and then wrapped beige fabric over our faces to hide them from guests. My tits swayed heavily as my breathing became shallow. I realized so many people would see me like this as they toured the messy house. Behind my blindfold, the lights flicked off, and the captor’s hand dove between my legs. His fingers were digging hard and fast into my pussy. I yelped in surprise, and he laughed, “Showtime.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410