The Haunted Tunnel

    Flipping her cell phone shut, Sarah closed her eyes for a quick moment while a big drawn out sigh escaped past her slightly parted lips. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled herself together before heading towards the stair well. Taking a hesitant first step into the dark, damp closure that consisted of the stairs that led down to the tunnel, Sarah cursed her high heeled shoes. For the life of her she couldn’t understand why her Master had selected the shoes and short skirt for her to wear tonight, it wasn’t really appropriate attire to wear while working the haunted tunnel. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sarah pushed through the shredded blood (paint) stained curtains that covered the entrance to the tunnel.
    Of all nights why did it have to be tonight that there would be problems? Her Master had a late dinner appointment with clients and therefore couldn’t work tonight, and no one else was around to take the call from one of the guides, complaining about a couple of teenagers horsing around that needed to be removed and led away from the group           
    Every year her Master’s firm put on the haunted tunnel at Halloween as a fund raiser for the local children’s hospital, and while usually loving working it from the outside, Sarah hated when she had to actually go into the tunnel for any reason. Even in her grown state, she had to admit, if only to herself, that the tunnel frightened her, everything was too realistic, but the kids from the town always loved it and every year it was always a huge success.
    Turning on her flashlight, Sarah headed in the direction that Jim had said he would be waiting for her with his group of kids. The sound of her heels clicking on the stone floor of the tunnel made her shiver in her skin as she hugged herself for protection against what she did not know. She really hated being in here, especially alone.
    Reaching the junction where Sarah was to turn left, a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed her, quickly pulling her close to the unseen body before she had the chance to try and pull away or to use her flashlight as a weapon. Held tightly in the arm, her assailant’s other hand reached around her and grabbed the flashlight away. A warning was whispered into her ear about the consequences of any noise she might make as she felt herself being pulled deep into the darkness. She stumbled a bit but the arm had a firm quip on her so that she was prevented from falling.
    After only a few feet which seemed like miles to Sarah, they came to a stop where she was then pushed gently but firmly face first into the cold wall. She could sense rather than feel that they were in one of the small closures that were scattered about the tunnel, closures that were usually roped off to discourage members of the various groups from trying to wander off on their own.

    Feeling his hand roaming over her ass, Sarah stiffened her body, wanting to yell out but scared to. Never seeing him, she could feel the strength in his muscles and knew that he could hurt her with his bare hands if he wanted to. Sarah bit into her lips as she felt her skirt being pulled up and cold air washing over her bare skin as per her Master’s orders she had not worn any panties and had on a garter belt and stockings, so nothing was covering her flesh. His one arm was resting above her head against the wall while she could feel the thick fingers of his other hand caressing her ass cheek before sliding down her crack, stopping to rub against her tiny opening before darting down lower to her smoothly shaved exposed lips. With ease, he entered her opening, slowly and gently fingering her into wetness. Stroking her hot inner walls, coating his fingers with her juices, he played with her for a few moments before removing the fingers and bringing them up to her ass. Tensing, Sarah felt his finger as he explored her tightly drawn bud, darting the tip of a finger into her tightness. Groaning with the pressure that was increasing as his finger slid in deeper, Sarah kept her eyes tightly shut as the side of her face hugged the cold wall, taking the chill deep into her being. Hearing voices from a tour group going close by, Sarah involuntarily jerked her body against her prisoner, causing his finger to enter her completely while he caught her by the sides with his other arm. She could feel his breath as he leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, “Oh the slut likes it up her ass does she?”
    Not sure what it was, but Sarah knew that there was something about his breath and voice, even though it was low and guttural, sounding as if he was talking around a mouthful of rocks, that alleviated her fears. There was that something, even though still fearful, that let her body relax somewhat.
    She felt his fingers withdrawing from her body, and between the small of her back she could feel his hand as he fumbled with his zipper. Within seconds she felt his head as he pushed up against her. A hand around her waist drew her lower torso up higher as she felt her ass cheeks being spread. The tip of his head pushed against her hole, and as she took a sharp intake of breath, she was entered.
    As she felt her body straining against his width, pain coursing through her in tidal waves, she was shocked to find herself responding to him, responding as he began to rock back and forth deeply in her ass. Feeling his body slamming into her with each thrust, she felt as if her own body was betraying her as the heat inside her grew from a small smoldering ember into a three alarm fire. Sliding her hand down alongside her body, Sarah came to her own clit and began to play and tease it between her fingers. Sliding a finger into her own cunt, she was amazed at the tightness caused from his cock buried deep in her ass. Slowly she began to finger fuck herself, matching the rhythm of her assailant’s cock, with his thrust, she thrust, when he slightly withdrew, she also brought her finger half way out only to shove it back in again as she felt his hardness making its way up her passage.
    Feeling his hand covering her mouth, choking off any sounds of pleasure she might make, Sarah strained to hear his whispered words. “Oh yes my naughty slut likes taking it deep in her ass. She wants to be fucked in her ass hard doesn’t she?”  Nodding her head in agreement, Sarah worked her fingers faster to bring herself the release that her body was so desperately craving. Not even caring that they might be discovered as she heard another group of voices come closer before moving away, she began to work her finger furiously deep inside her, trying to ride her finger while at the same time maintaining her position and not disturbing the steady rhythm of her ass being so thoroughly used. It was with a sense of relief that she removed her finger when she felt his hand upon hers, guiding her withdrawal before replacing her finger with one of his in her stead.
    Feeling her legs weakening under her, she moaned into his hand as she gave way to her climax, letting her juices flow over his hand. Leg muscles straining to keep her upright, Sarah gave in to wave after wave of pleasure as her released consumed her whole body. Feeling him cumming deep into her ass, Sarah pushed herself deeper into the wall, letting the chill cool down her flushed face.
    As he retreated from her wetness, Sarah stayed as she was against the wall, unsure what to expect next, her fear returning to her. She turned towards her attacker only after he placed his hands upon her shoulders, forcing her to. Still unable to see in the darkness, she trembled as his lips met hers in a kiss. Struggling within herself, she tried to remember that he was a stranger that had just used her in a way that only her Master had the right to use her, but despite this reminder, she found herself relaxing as his tongue opened her lips moved inside her, enabling her to taste him. It was with shock that as she began to let herself go into his kiss that she felt something moved from his mouth to her own. Something wet and hardened. Pulling her head away from his, she spit the offending object into her hand, and not seeing what she held, she just stood there, only grinning and giving a cry of joy after she heard her Master’s voice beside her ear, “ It’s only cotton my slut.”