Chapter 16 #3
It takes me at least another five minutes, but I finally manage to find the door to the next room.
When I open it, I’m shocked to see a rotating platform with very little space on either side.
It almost looks like a carousel, but in place of horses, there are various apparatuses.
A few serve an obvious purpose, like a bondage bench, an X-shaped cross, and a swing.
Apart from that, there’s also a kennel—which currently houses a naked woman who peers out through the bars, watching as a man fucks another woman restrained in a stockade.
My initial thought is that I’m interrupting a private moment, but then I remember that’s probably the point. The invitation explained that there would be public displays for those who wish to enjoy them. This event is meant to be a smorgasbord of kink.
The people in this room chose this platform with the understanding they’d be visible. The woman in the stockade seems to confirm that thought when she glances up at me, her lips curving into a smile.
“You want to stay and watch?”
I consider it out of curiosity, and oddly enough, the idea doesn’t bother me. It’s slightly uncomfortable because I’m not used to it, but it is fascinating to see what other people like. I could stay, but I’d much rather be getting chased by Eros.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m just passing through,” I tell her.
She nods, and the man continues fucking her as I study the revolving platform.
I’m wondering what the best approach is, but I don’t think there is one.
I’ll have to traverse it to get to the other door.
So, with careful footing, I step onto it and navigate my way across, surprising myself with how nimbly I manage to jump off on the other side.
Once I’m in front of the other door, I realize there’s no knob, but there is a button. When I press it, the door opens, and I step through, confused by the velvet curtains that make it feel like a dressing room.
Without warning, the door behind me slides shut, sealing me inside the darkness.
I use my hands to feel around for a split in the curtains, then slip through the gap, wandering into another space. I can’t see anything, but I can hear flesh slapping against flesh, followed by a feminine moan.
I steer clear of that area, not wanting to trip over them, and somehow manage to find my way to the nearest wall. Using that as my guide, I feel my way through the room until a rush of air breezes over my skin, and someone reaches out and grabs me by the back of my neck.
I shriek, trying to yank away, but he tightens his grip, the modulated voice vibrating against my ear.
“You’re making this too easy for me, Praeda. Am I going to have to fuck you in every room?”
A sound of relief escapes me as I turn to face him. But as I reach out to touch him, another gust of air blows over me, and he disappears.
“How do you keep doing that?” I mutter.
My question goes unanswered because he’s no longer here.
This is the game—predator and prey. And he’s right. I’ve been making it far too easy on him.
With more determination, I make my way along the rest of the wall, then to the adjoining one until I find the door. It takes me another few moments to locate the knob, and when I turn it, I step into another curtained area.
As I slip through another gap, I find myself in a whole new level of strange.
A buzzing neon sign glows bright against the wall, imprinted with the words Freak Show.
It’s aptly named, considering the first thing I notice is the ring toss game.
Instead of a pole, there’s a naked man on display—his partner tossing rings onto his erection.
Whatever floats their boat, I guess.
Near the perimeter of the room, I spot a woman dressed as a tiger, roaming around on all fours as a man walks her on a leash.
Then I set eyes on a naked acrobat, a fire-breathing man, and a woman in a cage with a sign that reads, “Pet Me.” There’s also a woman dressed as a fortune teller, reading spicy directives from a deck of cards to the couple sitting at her table.
Admittedly, I could stay and watch all of them for a while, but I have a new sense of urgency to beat Eros at his game. So with a hasty glance, I move on to the next room, which turns out to be nothing more than a hall of wax figures.
My attention drifts over each of them as I pass by, noting the recognizable faces and masks from different slasher films I’ve watched over the years. They’re all so detailed and lifelike, it’s more than a little creepy. But when I pass by Jason Voorhees, he comes alive and lunges for me.
A blood-curdling scream erupts from my throat, and dark laughter follows me as I bolt, the familiar voice calling after me.
“Run fast, Praeda.”
I spill into the next room in a hurry, my eyes widening at the strange medical-themed horrorscape.
There are multiple women in sexy nurse uniforms tending to a male patient on their operating table.
One is pinching his nipple with forceps, while the other milks his cock with a lubed glove, and the third tests his reflexes.
It seems I’ve arrived just in time for the grand finale as a fountain of cum ejects from his penis, and I pause out of curiosity to watch the way his entire body jerks at the release.
It's something I’ve never been able to watch Eros do, even though I’ve felt it. Now I can’t think of anything else I’d rather see than him coming unraveled.
That thought stays with me as I venture to the next room, which could only be described as an orgy.
As far as the eye can see, naked bodies writhe and thrust on top of red velvet sofas and cushions.
There are so many, I don’t even know where to look, but every time my eyes shift, something new and surprising enters my line of sight.
One woman is getting ravaged by three different men—in every hole. Another is pouring hot wax on a man. There are every combination of pairings one might imagine in this room, and as I’m taking it all in, a man in a Ghostface mask casually appears beside me.
Before I can even use my claim signal, a naked woman sets her sights on him, her eyes raking over his body in appreciation. He’s fully clothed, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she’s looking at him. She strolls over, hips swaying, breasts on full salute as she glances up at him.
“Are you in need of pleasure, sir?”
“I’ll be the only one pleasuring him tonight,” I bite out. “Thank you.”
“Oh.” She peers at me, as if she’s only just noticed I’m standing beside him. “My apologies.”
She takes her leave, and a dark laugh rumbles from Eros’s chest. “Jealous, Praeda?”
I make a noncommittal noise, and he bends down to whisper in my ear. “Unless you want to get fucked here, you better run.”
Right. I was supposed to be doing that. I’m really not good with all these distractions.
I leave him behind, moving into the next room, where several women are dressed up like broken dolls. Along the wall, there’s a workbench, and one of them is currently being patched up by the doll maker as he paints over her cracks.
After that room, I find a shop of curiosities, which is actually an old-timey-looking storefront with all manner of sex toys on display. I pause to look at a few of them before remembering I need to run.
When I exit into another hallway, the scenery changes to flickering orange and red lights and a rolling fog that must be coming from a machine. Animatronic monsters jump out at me as I move past them, scaring me into running faster.
It’s a long hallway, and after a minute, I realize that not all of the characters are animated.
A very real human dressed in a clown costume starts laughing maniacally as I drift past, and they begin to follow me.
But that isn’t all. There are also zombies, monsters, aliens, and some that just become blurs as I put distance between us.
That is, until I recognize the Ghostface mask waiting for me up ahead.
“How the hell are you doing that?” I grumble. “That’s cheating.”
“Is it?”
He edges closer to the wall, and I don’t understand what he’s doing until he opens a secret door, and that’s when it finally makes sense.
There are tunnels in the walls.
For a second, I consider chasing after him, but then I wonder if that was his intention…to lure me there and capture me. So I keep going, all the way to the end of the hall until I approach another attendant.
“Haunted tunnel ride?” she asks.
I bite my lip, glancing back at my other options. It’s either the walls or this, and I’ve already come this far, so I nod.
She helps me into what looks like a mining cart that’s been modified with a bench seat, and sets it into motion with the press of a button.
I settle in for the ride as darkness entombs me. I’m expecting something or someone to jump out, but a few seconds in, the ride grinds to a halt.
I stay seated, trying to calm my racing heart as I listen for any signs of life, but all I can hear is a drip echoing off the tunnel floor.
After a minute, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I’m wondering if I should call out to the attendant. But when I look back, my gaze collides with the man standing right behind me. He’s changed into a hoodie and black pants, but there’s no doubt it’s him.
I yelp and try to scramble from the cart, but he grabs me around the waist and swings me up into his arms far too easily.
“What are you—” The words die in my throat as he sits on the bench inside the cart, shifting me so I’m splayed across his lap, my back reclined against his chest.
He bands a forearm around the back of my knees and pulls them up, unsnapping my leotard as the cart begins to move again.
“You have until the end of the tunnel to come, Praeda. That’s all you’ll get.”
An explosive shudder of pleasure rolls through me as he thrusts his fingers inside me without warning.