House of Horrors

He crawled on the bed behind me and I felt him trace the knife up and down my legs and over my butt cheeks. I was trembling with genuine fear now. Earlier it had been a lark. Go ahead and rape me, I had thought. At least I'm getting laid finally. Now it struck me. There was a real chance I wasn't getting out of there alive.

He began to inhale and exhale heavily from behind me. I glanced at the television and could see him rocking back and forth behind me as he eyed my body up and down. He seemed to be timing his breath to match the gusts of the wind outside. He dug both hands into my ass cheeks and began to knead them.

I forced myself to not enjoy his touch this time. I glanced over at the television and could see his eyes fixated on me. They were cool and harsh in their steely gaze. I watched as he shuffled closer to me.

He pushed his cock up against my pussy and I felt the head of his cock push through his foreskin just before he slid up inside me.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning as I felt him fill me up inside once again. Despite the fact that he was forcing himself on my once again there didn't seem to be any belligerence with his motion. He was slow and calculating with his movements.

As much as I was trying not to enjoy the sensation of it this time, I could feel little spurts of my cum coating his cock as he pumped in and out of me. I glanced over at the television again. Even though I dreaded where this was probably going to end up I took solace in the fact that I didn't have the same look of terror on my face as the poor girl I'd seen earlier had on her face.

Hell I thought. Whoever sees this in the future would probably come to the conclusion that the girl on the screen seemed to be enjoying having this clown-faced pervert rape her from behind.

He increased the speed of his motion and pushed his cock even deeper inside me. I closed my eyes and even though I didn't want to I loved how it felt. I could feel and hear the sound of his big belly slapping against my ass cheeks and he drilled in and out of me, and for a moment it seemed to drown out the sound of the Halloween wind and creaking of this creepy old house.

I actually arched my back as he continued to fuck me. I figured if I was going to die at the end of this debacle, I may as well get any enjoyment out of it that I could. As I let myself experience the pleasure I felt myself release and ooze cum all over his cock.

"Oh my god!" he moaned in a halting voice as he felt me spew my goo over him. "The Beast appreciates your capitulation!"

He collapsed on top of me but continued to fuck me relentlessly. I glanced at the television and saw his evil-looking clown face on my shoulder as I felt his mouth on my neck.

Outside the Halloween wind continued to wail. This creepy old house creaked and groaned so much I thought it was about collapse in on us. Whether that happened or not I knew I wouldn't live to see the next day. I just accepted what was happening.

It was SO weird and surreal. Having his cock push deep up inside me was giving me all kinds of pleasure, but the situation was nothing like what a young girl like me would want to experience her first time.

The dank smell of the room was now overpowered by the smell of his make-up and sweat as he continued to work his mouth over my neck and shoulder. I could feel his make-up smearing against my skin. I had to roll my eyes as I thought to myself how I would explain having Halloween make-up on my neck and shoulder.

I glanced at the television again and saw myself biting my lower lip as I felt myself cum again as he continued to fuck me with wild abandon. His pace quickened more and even though I was new at fucking, I could tell he was close once more.

"Oh shit!" he growled as he pushed himself back up onto his hands. He drilled me deeper and harder and I heard myself moaning as he did.

I couldn't help but glance at the television again. I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted to see it coming before the knife hit me? I couldn't be sure.

He did reach back and I could see he grabbed the knife as he continued his torrid pace with his cock deep inside me.

"Oh no," he huffed. "Not like this," he moaned. He grunted loudly as he forced himself deeper into me and I actually yelped as he did.

I heard the knife hit the floor and then glanced at the television. Holy shit! He had a gun in his hand!

He pressed his free hand into the small of my back and continued to push his cock deep inside me. Despite the terror that I felt I could still sense that I was coating his cock with another healthy dose of my slick cum.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I knew it was close to being over. I finally resigned myself to it and let it all go. "Fuck me deeper!" I hissed at him.

He exhaled heavily and obliged. He pressed down harder on my back and pushed his cock as far up inside me as he could. He groaned loudly with pleasure as he felt me cum over his cock once more.

I squeezed my ass cheeks together and felt his girth between them. "Oh yes!" I whimpered as he drove up inside me.

His breath got short and his strokes became more pronounced. "Fuck!" he yelled out. "For the beast!"

The next thing I knew he placed a pillow over the back of my head! I felt pressure against the back of the pillow and knew it was the gun! Then I heard a muffled report.

******

It was all black. For an instant I felt nothing. Was I dead? If I was would anyone know?

Visions seemed to go through my head - my parents, my friends, my life.

Then something strange happened. What was that sensation? Oh my god! I felt him pulling his cock out of my pussy!

I even felt him shift his position on the bed! The next thing I knew I could feel his hot cum splattering all over my back.

Oh my god! Had the bullet missed? I was still alive! There was no mistaking that! I resisted the urge to writhe as I felt his cum oozing over my body. I just laid there. How would he react when he found out I was still alive?

I just laid there motionless. I could feel him climbing off the bed and heard him shuffle around. Next I heard the click of the video camera. I held my breath and waited - terrified.

The next thing I knew he lifted the pillow from my head and smiled at me. "I hope that wasn't too loud," he said as he caressed my face. He shifted his position and began to undo the binding on my right wrist. "I am sorry," he said wistfully. "I am a very perverted old man," he sighed as I felt my right wrist freed. "And I just want it to look real," he shrugged before moving over to my left wrist and untied it as well.

"I must say," he said as he stood up and moved to the door. "I was very fortunate to have you knock on my door this Halloween," he paused and sighed. "I'm sorry if I scared you though."

I hadn't moved an inch. I was still lying face down on the bed with my hands still in the same place even though they were now untied.

"It's all right," he said in a reassuring voice from behind me. "You can get up now. It's over."

I shifted my position slightly and looked back at him. As I did I could feel his cum oozing off my back - how weird was it that I took note of that?

"Come on," he beckoned me politely. "I'll show you where you can get cleaned up. Then I'll bring you your clothes."

I couldn't believe it. Was I really going to get out of this house of horrors? I shifted up and sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over my hair and exhaled heavily.

"I know it's been a trying night for you," he said calmly. "If you want you can just leave now though."

I glanced over at him with a look of disbelief on my face.

"I'm serious," he nodded at me. "But if you would like, you can shower or have a bath first."

It was hard to take him seriously. Not just because of what he'd done to me and what I'd seen. This was still a middle-aged man with clown make-up on, along with a wig and a hat, yet naked otherwise telling me he was serious.

I took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay," I sighed weakly. "But if you just want me in the shower to reenact the scene from 'Psycho' forget it," I shrugged in front of him. "I'm too tired for any more bullshit."

He laughed, and it wasn't an evil laugh either. Honestly it did make me relax. "In truth I hadn't even thought of that," he said with a chuckle. "That's something I'll have to consider doing."

I was feeling a bit more comfortable about the situation and I began to shuffle towards him. "What if I'm not available next Halloween?" I asked coyly.

"I wasn't even thinking about next Halloween," he said with a smile as I stood next to him by the open door. "Not unless some other young, foolish girl happens to knock on my door again."

"I'll check my calendar," I said weakly as I exited the room. I paused and turned slightly to face him a bit. "Where am I going?"

"Up the stairs to your left," he said politely.

******

I was in the shower on the upper floor of this creepy old house. Hell even the tub was an old cast iron one. The Halloween wind continued to whip against this place and it continued to creek and groan.

Yet I felt okay. I ran my hands through my hair under the water. Despite everything that had happened I didn't think for a moment that anything else would happen. I began to some shampoo into my hair - Head and Shoulders no less - and knew that if he was going to kill me, he'd have done it by now.

When I finished up in the shower I walked into the bedroom adjacent to it. There on the bed were my clothes. And something else. Before I got dressed I peered into the envelope and my eyes bugged out.

I got dressed and headed downstairs and found him sitting in the parlor in his robe.

"What the hell is this?" I asked him holding out the envelope I'd found with my clothes.

"It's five thousand dollars," he relied calmly. "So you don't tell anyone what happened here tonight. Isn't that enough?"

I smiled as I glanced down at the envelope. "More than enough," I held the envelope out towards him. "But it's not necessary."

"Oh no dear," he said in a soothing voice as he stood up. "I can only imagine what I put you through tonight. You should keep that."

I looked at the envelope in my hand then eyed him curiously for a moment. Part of me wanted to rail at him for thinking he could do the things he did and the just cover it up with money. Yet on the other hand I couldn't help but think it wasn't the worst gesture in the world either. He didn't hurt me. I certainly wasn't averse to what he had done to me either. Why shouldn't I get a few bucks out of this deal?

What the hell was wrong with me?

"I really want you to have it dear," he said in a soothing tone. "I am such a perverted old man, and the things I do," he shook his head and then bowed in what I assumed to be was shame. "I'm just sorry. And this is the only way I know how to make it up to you."

"I guess I did earn it," I said with a smile. "But," I sighed. "I have to know something."

"Why?" he asked sheepishly without looking at me.

"No," I replied matter-of-factly. "You said you only killed once. Was it that girl on the video you showed me?"

"Oh no dear!" he replied defensively but still in a calm tone. "She's very much alive. And," he allowed himself to smile. "She held out for more money."

I couldn't help but smile myself, but my brow furrowed. "But the blood in the video?"

"Corn syrup dear," he replied with a meek shrug.

I stood there looking at him. He was no longer scary to me. He just looked like a nice older man. "So," I took a deep breath. "Have you ever really killed."

"Yes," he replied meekly as his gaze went to the floor again. "It was years ago, but I had to stop him from doing what he was doing to me."

Holy shit!

I asked him to explain what he meant and I actually sat down next to him on the couch as he told me all about it. What happened to him years earlier was sordid and horrible. He said that's what caused him to have the fantasies that he did. He seemed genuinely ashamed of his behavior, but told me again that most of the time the things he did were consensual.

"Only a few times," he almost sobbed. "Have I done what I did with you."

Despite everything that had happened to me that evening and the genuine terror that I had felt several times I couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor old guy. He wasn't a monster - even though he had monster-like tendencies. He was just some poor old guy with a sad past who was now marginalized as a 'creep old guy in the scary house'.

I patted him on the leg and assured him that I would remain silent about what had happened that night. I stood up and smiled at him. "Thank you for this," I said as I held the envelope full of money up. "Are you sure you can afford it?"

"Oh yes dear," he said softly. "It's not a problem."

"Okay then," I said with a smile. "I have to be going. My mom is going to be pissed that I've been out so late."

"I understand," he said with a chuckle as he stood up.

I eyed him for a moment with a smile on my face. "Do you mind if I come back and see you again?" I asked.

******

I made my way out into the cool Halloween night air. As I got down to the main road I glanced back at his house. God! It still looked creepy.

I began to walk home and as I got back to the areas illuminated by street lights I saw a few people out and about. No more trick-or-treaters since it was much too late for that, but people, some around my own age coming home from parties and what-not.

I even heard a smattering of talk about the creepy house up the street. The guy who lived there had killed people. He was a pervert. He was a satan worshipper.

I just smiled as I made my way to my house. The talk wasn't too far off - other than the satan-worshipping stuff - but it still made me smile.

It was the same kind of talk that went on about me - she's a virgin or she's a lesbian. Brainiac didn't do sex, since she was all about grades.

I clenched the envelope in my hand as I braced myself against the last vestiges of the cool Halloween wind. I paused and turned once more. I could still see the silhouette of the creepy house in the distance.

I smiled to myself and clenched the envelope tightly again. I'd gotten laid, and had my first vaginal orgasm on Halloween. And I got paid five thousand bucks for it!

Best Halloween ever?