SUNNY, SKYLAR AND ZATANNA VISIT THE:
Only Blondes Allowed — House of Horror — Part 2 of 2
Excitement and Fear = Orgasms and Screams
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK STORY! NON-CON THEMES — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
In case you missed Part 1 of 2:
“I fucking knew this was going to happen! So what do I do? I agreed anyway! How does Zatanna keep talking me into things I don’t want to do? I swear there’s still melted mango melon LifeSavers dripping from my pussy!”
Sunny can feel the warm breath on the back of her neck and hear one hand slapping something lower behind her. She’s unable to see, but chooses to run anyway! Anything to get away from whatever the hell that was.
She makes it down a long hallway, slowly becoming less wide. The walls are closing in as the ceiling gets lower! The feeling is horrifying and claustrophobic as if she’s being buried!
She stops for a second, considering turning around until she hears the breathing getting louder and the slapping noises getting faster. There’s no choice but to continue down the ever-smaller path of fear and darkness.
Hitting a dead end that feels like a flexible and very thin layer. There’s no better way to explain it than it being the House of Horror’s un-busted hymen.
“Sorry, house, but I don’t have time to take you to dinner first.”
Bringing out her nails, she tears through the material, takes two more crouching steps forward, and slips feet first into a very tight-fitting hole in the floor…
Skylar’s path is very different from Sunny’s. She quickly finds an exit from the pitch-dark room, which opens into what seems like a large foyer without any doorways leading outside or even windows.
Standing silently in the middle are three blondes. All of them in black leggings, black tanks, and topped off with nasty split ends and resting bitch faces.
As firmly as possible, Skylar asks, “Where the hell are my friends?”
In creepy unison, they respond, “We could be your new friends.”
Skylar, raising her voice, “Where the fuck are Sunny and Zatanna?”
Again, in unison, “We could be Sunny and Zatanna.”
“Listen! You fucking Bitches of Eastwick! Bring me to Sunny and Zatanna, or someone’s going down!”
In unison, “We could go down on you.”
Skylar knows she can’t take them all on. She also knows that the other two will back down if you take out the boss. She can tell, in this case, the bitch in the middle is in charge. Not wanting to break a nail by punching her, Skylar chooses to channel her hockey skills.
A running shoulder block to the middle bitch’s tits it is. The only problem is she runs right through the holograms before landing face down and sliding head-first into a tight hole in the floor.
Her hands and arms are held tightly at her sides as if a giant python is swallowing her whole! Her attempts to stop or even slow her descent downwards only bring her deeper inside its belly.
The warm breath touches the back of Zatanna’s neck as the same sounds of one hand slapping grow louder, just as it happened to Sunny, with one big difference. Z was not about to run…
Winding up her roundhouse, her fist connects solidly with the side of the creepy mask guy’s head. She knocks his mask right off and dislodges his fake hump. While he’s still stumbling, Zatanna kicks his masturbation hand so hard; one of his fingers ends up in his ass.
Trying to locate where exactly his second nut went, Ranchy says, “Jesus! Zatanna! Was the kick really necessary?”
“As necessary as it was for you to recast your hunchback character as a heavy breathing, masturbating, fuck face! I gave you a script. Did you even read any of it?”
“My dog ate it.”
“Sure he did! Just like he always gets bad gas when you eat tacos.”
“He does! I think he’s sneaking some.”
“Enough! Where are the girls?”
“Right where you wanted them, but Skylar slipped in head first.”
“She’s tough. She can handle a little inverted spanking.”
No amount of squirming or struggling is helping Sunny to escape the skin-tight, extra-thick spandex sleeve she slipped into. The hole she entered is too far above her to reach. With the spandex so slippery, she can’t grab onto it or climb back out.
If Sunny weren’t so scared, she’d likely enjoy just how snug and comforting her helpless position is. Or maybe be able to imagine just how fucking sexy she looks as a suspended, shiny black spandex mummy.
As Skylar’s head reaches the bottom of her sleeve, her body finally stops moving deeper into her helpless hell. Her arms are trapped at her sides, and the slippery black spandex hugs every inch of her body.
With nothing else she can do, she lets out a halfway quiet, “Fuck.”
“Skylar? Skylar? Is that you?”
“Sunny! Oh my God! Are you ok?”
“Yes, but I’m trapped in some type of hanging spandex body bag or something.”
“Same here. Are you also upside down?”
“No, I’m… oh God! You’re upside down?”
“Yes, that’s kinda why I asked if you were, Sunny.”
“Sorry. Have you seen Z?”
A loud noise, followed by screams, “FUCK! Fucking ghost bitches! If you weren’t already dead, I’d kill you!”
“Zatanna? Is that you?”
“Really Sunny? She’s threatening to kill ghosts.”
Zatanna comments, “I’m guessing you two are trapped in spandex sleeves also. Are you ok? You’re not hurt at all, are you?”
Skylar says, “Just my pride.”
Sunny adds, “I may have peed a little.”
The creepy mask guy asks, in the most irritating of ways, “369?”
“Let us out!” Yells Skylar.
“Hurry, I need to pee!” Adds Sunny.
“I should have killed him!” Screams Zatanna.
As hands start to slide up and down Sunny and Skylar’s firm bodies, he adds, “You three belong to the House of Horror now.”
Another set of hands, positions and tapes a very large, corded wand vibrator tightly against Sunny’s crotch, before being turned onto full. The same process is applied to Skylar’s struggling form, except upside down, a minute later.
Sunny complains, “We had to dye our hair for this? What the fuck! They can’t even see our hair!”
Zatanna replies, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what you two looked like as blondes.”
Skylar adds, “Really? We could have tried on wigs for you!”
Their frustration, anger, and fear are quickly overridden by the intense pleasures the creepy mask guy is forcing upon their helpless bodies. As orgasms grow nearer for both of them, {Smack!} {Smack!}
Both of their asses, protected only by their moist panties and spandex, feel the sting and burn of leather. Sunny is being punished with a hard leather paddle across her cheeks, as Skylar is feeling the nine leather strips of a cat-o-nine biting at her ass.
The hard leather paddle hits Sunny’s tensed-up ass mid-orgasm, causing her to cum even harder. With blood rushing to Skylar’s head, her first upside-down orgasms can’t be explained.
Knowing the dangers of leaving Skylar upside down for too long, Ranchy and Zatanna close off Skylar’s spandex sleeve above her feet. Then, they connect the winch to the ring below her head so they could upright her into a safer position before continuing to whip her helpless body.
Getting ready to start back up, Ranchy asks, “Z? Can I use the cat-o-nine for a while, and you can use the paddle?” Adding with a distinctive whininess: “I’m getting bored of the paddle.”
Zatanna’s eyes roll back as she shakes her head in disgust. She waits to get reprimanded by the girls for tricking them, but in the middle of their now screaming orgasms, neither hears Ranchy’s incredible screw-up.
With neither Sunny nor Skylar hearing Ranchy’s voice, Zatanna and Ranchy take turns caressing, groping, grabbing, spanking, and whipping them until they are exhausted. Of course, all of this was after super gluing Ranchy’s mouth shut to prevent any more mishaps.
The corded vibrating wands meant they would not be running out of energy. They could vibrate on high for days if needed. Being the highest quality available, Zatanna had no concerns about them stopping prematurely.
Skylar’s and Sunny’s punishment and pleasure sessions continued until they were barely wiggling when they came. Zatanna silently waves Ranchy away, and just seconds later, can hear the sounds of one hand clapping, coming from down the hallway.
Pulling out the small knife she keeps hidden just below the top band of her panties, Zatanna gashes open the third spandex sleeve hanging from the ceiling — the one she was never trapped inside. After creating a hole big enough that she could fit through, she pretend falls onto the floor with a thud.
“My God! Are you two ok in there?”
In weak and tired voices, they reply, “Yes, please help us, Z.”
Removing the taped-on vibrators, Zatanna turns them off and carefully sets both down on the floor. She does not want to break them, for when more opportunities to use them come her way.
Slapping one of their asses, Zatanna asks, “Whose this?”
“Ouch! It’s me! Sunny! That hurt!”
“Sorry. Now, hold still while I cut you out. Be ready to…” {Whoosh} {Thud!}
Repeating the process, minus the ass slap and the thud, Z gets Skylar free without her crashing to the floor. Our three parties of one are back to one gorgeous party of three.
Working together, they find their way back to the larger inner foyer, only to come, once again, face to face with the Bitches of Eastwick. They say in unison, “You’re never leaving the House of Horror!”
Sunny is nervous, but Skylar quickly says, “I’ve dealt with these three. They’re nothing to worry about. Just watch.”
Grabbing a dusty old serving tray off the counter behind them, Skylar Frisbees it as Zatanna tries to stop her. It hits the middle spirit in her tits, causing her to scream from the pain, “That’s it, Zatanna! I quit!”
The other two add-in, “Us two. Your games are just too dangerous, Z!” Before following the middle girl out to a hidden panel on the back wall.
Like an upset parent, Skylar uses Z’s full name, “Zatanna Xtra Dark! What did you do?”
Z stands silent…
Sunny chimes in, “Zatanna! What’s going on?”
Finally breaking her silence, Zatanna says, “It was all Ranchy’s idea. He said you two would like this.”
Skylar, still angry says, “Well! He… was… right! This was a blast. I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
“Me neither,” adds Sunny. “Combining fear and excitement really did it for me also.”
“We’ll have to do something special for Ranchy, as a way of thanking him.” Says Skylar.
Sunny says, “I fully agree.”
Zatanna mumbles, “Yeah, something nice for Ranchy… fuck.”
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