PREY

PREY Written by Cyanide Circus Disclaimer This story is a r**e fetish story. I’m actually writing my own kinks about a situation I’ve always fantasized about. Writing allows me to express these kinks freely and I hope any interested readers enjoy it. If you don’t like reading about r**e fetishes, you won't enjoy this. I wouldn’t advise reading any further if it will be triggering or upsetting to read. This is for readers who would find enjoyment in reading such material. The premise of this story line is the kink of walking through a scare attraction and having a scare actor take advantage of me. Is the scare actor a psycho who isn't meant to be there or a scare actor who is trying to give me a good scare and pushing the boundaries to do so? I write in first person because I am expressing my own kinks, but for any ladies reading this book I invite you to insert yourself in my twisted world if you share these kinks. I wouldn’t want this situation to ever happen to me or anyone in real life because this story line is heavy dubious consent/non consent. The first rule of kink and b**m is CONSENT, so, writing about this means I wouldn’t want this to actually happen to me without proper planning, communication and consent with a trusting partner. Kinks Heavy Humiliation, Non Consent, Man Handling, Panties as Gags, Handcuffs, Stress Positions, Plastic Bag Asphyxiation, Forced Orgasms, Forced Oral, Forced Anal, Forced Ass Worship/Rimming, Knife Play, Blood Play, Face f*****g, Choking, Dacryphillia /Tears, Piss, Spitting, Face Slapping, Forced Deepthroating, Chokeholds, c*m Eating, Public s*x, Forced Nudity, Clothed Male Naked Female, Blackmail Walking through the haunted house alone, my senses on high alert. This was an annual scare attraction, a huge deal to me as I’m obsessed with all things horror and the crew were from interstate. There were strobe lights flashing all around me, it was dark and noisy and the set design was intended to make punters disoriented. The rooms I made my way through were filled with strobe lights, dry ice smoke being blasted at my feet to suddenly startle me and loud popping effects that were triggered by movement. That was how haunted houses usually worked at these attractions, the set design was always a masterpiece in itself and the actors only made everything more enjoyable and real. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been singled out by one of the actors who I had suspected was stalking me through the house after I may have made challenging eye contact with him. I’d seen him earlier in the crowd and I couldn't be sure but I thought I had seen him throw me one last stare before he moved into the house to scare me. I noticed that he had entered through a fire exit. Maybe he was a staff member and that was his designated area. I told myself he was only an actor, he was being paid to literally scare the s**t out of me and he was clearly doing his job well. There was something about the way he had licked his lips at me, there had been a real feral look in his eyes and even if he was dressed in a bloody straight jacket for a moment he did look genuinely crazy. Was he acting and potentially very dehydrated to the point where he didn’t mean anything by it or did he just made a s****l gesture at me? I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t think anything of it until the scare actor appeared in front of me in the haunted house, looking down at me and grinning. He chuckled as he invaded my personal space and again I felt creeped out but ignored him. He was wearing a straitjacket but I saw his arms move, it was only a costume and he was raising his arms. I sped up to walk past him, he was genuinely giving me the creeps. because I wasn’t sure he was acting. I didn’t think anything of it, until I felt his arms around my waist. That was too far for me and breached my personal boundaries because I’d been under the impression the actors weren’t allowed to touch us and we weren’t allowed to touch them. I froze, tensing my shoulders up as I could hear him heavily breathing into my ear. “Gotcha!!” He playfully shouted as he pulled me into the small hiding spot he had leaped out at me from. I struggled and squirmed in his grip. I was not sure whether this guy was new and perhaps a bit silly or a predator. It dawned on me that this guy might not even be a part of the show and might have attacked and subdued an actor to get their costume and terrorize guests. “The f**k!? Let me go! You’re not meant to touch me!” I tried to break free of his grip but his arms were tight. “Please let me go. I won't say anything. I don’t like this!” I tried to push down on his arms until he suddenly reached up to cover my nose and mouth with one of his hands. With his body he slammed me into the wall, I winched in pain, trying to scream as he covered my mouth. I bit his hand. It was a stupid idea but I was terrified. “Ooh, Kitten has teeth!” He giggled excitedly, he was still in character as he harassed me and I didn’t know what to think or what to do. Maybe this guy was harmless but was giving me the scare I really wanted considering I’d walked into the scare attraction alone. The only problem was he was actually hurting me and I didn’t consent to him roughing me up or dragging me into an isolated room. He didn’t seem to process the pain and simply grabbed my hair, pulling it so painfully tears appeared in my eyes. “Is my little kitten scruffed? You’re between a wall and a hard place.’’ He giggled at his own crude joke. I didn’t like where he was going with his humor and I could feel how hard he was as he rubbed himself against my back. “P... Please... Just let me go. I swear I won’t say anything. I’m scared OK?” I begged him and he was chuckling softly as I was crying. “This isn’t OK. You’re not meant to grab me.” I was terrified, this wasn’t a new scare actor crossing the line, this man was a predator and may not have even been a part of the crew. “I know. I don’t care. You’re here for MY entertainment.” He whispered to me in his real voice. He was softly spoken but his words were cruel. I shuddered as he chuckled and repulsively licked the side of my face. That did it for me. This guy was going way too far, he wasn’t trying to scare me, he was assaulting me. “No! Stop!” I tried a more assertive voice but my voice squeaked out as he pulled me away from the wall and only tightened his grip on my hair as he clapped a heavy hand over my nose and mouth. Holding my jaw painfully, making it really hard for me to breathe. “Fighting back leads to consequences. Come quietly or I will ensure that no one finds you.” He whispered and I sobbed. He wasn’t playing around anymore. He pulled me into a doorway. I couldn’t see much, only a small dark room that smelt like dry ice and wood. It was right next to a smoke machine. I could only guess it was a room that wasn’t used by any of the actors. “Please don’t. I have people I love.” I crouched down in the corner of a room in my onesie. I had chosen an over-sized onesie because I had body issues, I didn’t want people looking at me and only wanted to attend the scary event for a fun night. I spied metal handcuffs hanging from his belt now. These were police grade handcuffs that couldn’t be broken. He was either going to kill me or r**e me.