Free Taken in the Haunted House (Extreme Horror Erotica) (Horrorcore) by Ruby Winchester Page A

of the darkness pushing against me. My eyes slowly began to adjust to the faint amount of light filtering from the sole closed window.
    Closed window. Then where had the wind come from?
    “We’ve been waiting for you, Sara.” The dry leaf voice was back. It seemed to come from everywhere in the room at once.
    “We know how much you like to be scared.” The temperature in the room dropped and I could see my breath fogging the air.
    “You like being scared, don’t you?” Cold, insubstantial hands caressed my body, starting at by bare shoulders and traveling down my bound arms. Another set of hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them roughly before tugging the bodice of the dress to my waist. My nipples tightened in the cool air, and, as much as I wanted to deny it, it wasn’t just the cold air that was making them hard.
    My relationship with horror movies had always been unusual. Something about the screaming and the tense, adrenaline-fueled situations always managed to get my heart pumping and my panties moist. In my darkest desires that I had refused to admit, even to myself, I had always wanted this. Of course, what fun is it if the heroine gives in too quickly?
    “Noooooo,” I hissed, trying to back away from those endless, seeking hands. My bare back struck the rough door and I was trapped.
    I felt a cool breeze ruffle my face and I stared and the dozens of creatures surrounding me, insubstantial as mist but as unmovable as the foundations of this house.
    “What do you want from me?” I asked. Standing bare-breasted and chained in a locked room, it was fairly obvious what they wanted with me.
    “You like being scared,” they said, a dozen voices crackling as one. “We want to scare you.”
    The room went pitch black, almost as though someone had drawn a shade over the glass. With the moonlight gone, I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed. The spirits’ hands were everywhere, trailing across my bare breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples.
    Despite the unnerving nature of being groped by a dozen faceless spirits, the pleasure from their cool fingers began growing within me. I moaned as one set of hands on my breast was replaced with a mouth. My relaxation was short-lived though.
    “Not scared,” the ghosts whispered. “Not scared.”
    I found myself pitched forward onto the floor. I tried to brace myself but my chained hands were useless and I smacked my head on the floor. Dizzy, I pushed myself to my knees and felt my skirt being pushed up my waist and the flimsy panties I wore underneath torn off. I tried to crawl forward, but I found myself frozen in place. My mouth hung open in a silent scream and before I could think to close it, the thick and cold length of a penis was forced into it, while another slammed into my slick pussy.
    Shock and terror warred with arousal in me. I had been dripping wet since the ghosts first started touching me, and the fear spiking through my blood only increased that. On my knees in the dark, impaled between the cocks of two otherworldly creatures, I felt more arousal than I had in my life.
    The cock in my mouth was relentless. I had given my share of blowjobs in my life, but the thrusts never paused, never slowed. I relaxed my throat as much as I was able but that only encouraged it to go deeper. Oxygen was rapidly becoming an issue, and I suspected that if I had been able to see anything I would have been seeing blackness at the edge of my vision. Finally the ghost froze and an icy cold fluid filled my mouth. It felt like breathing in the vapor from dry eyes. I coughed as I tried to swallow it, feeling the cold spread from the inside.
    My spasms as I choked on the ghost’s come tightened my pussy, and the clenching of my inner muscles brought that one to release as well. Jets of the frigid seed poured into me, almost numbing my pussy for just a moment before that cock was gone and replaced with another, this one larger than the first.
    Fear and cold