The Thistlewood Asylum was a very popular Halloween Attraction but this year my best friend and I decided we wanted even spookier thrills. That meant heading over to the Warden’s chambers, the one part of the asylum that had never been reopened to the public. Dani decided she wanted more than just Halloween thrills, though, because once we found the secret basement I ended up on a table and bound. There was something wrong, though… the room was too clean, the air too fresh. It didn’t seem like something that had been closed down for decades. And why were Dani’s hands wandering all over me?

Relax. It’s not really all that scary.

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It was pure agony not to give myself the release I was craving, but I didn’t want her to know of how turned on I suddenly was, and how she was the source of it. So I let her grab my arms and, using the flashlight to guide herself, restrain them to the table using the cracking, well-worn straps. She didn’t bother with my ankles, though, for which I was grateful.
“How do you feel? Like a nutjob?” she teased.
“I feel like a spider is about to drop on my face,” I responded. My voice was strained with my desperate attempt to seem flippant.
She laughed and reached out, skimming her hand over my stomach in a spider-like fashion. I couldn’t help it; my mouth opened, and a moan poured out from my throat. Her hand paused, and I knew there was no chance in hell that she hadn’t heard it, and my cheeks immediately flooded with embarrassment. I could only imagine how uncomfortable she suddenly was, and I tried to think of the right words to ease the tension.
But then she surprised me. Her hand began moving again, but this time it was slow and methodical, exploring. Her fingers grazed the hem of my shirt, and her palm brushed across my bare stomach beneath it. My breath caught in my throat, and it took the ultimate effort not to moan again. And then her fingers found the waistband of my leggings. I felt her nails flicking along my hip lines, and then they hooked into both the sides of my leggings and the panties underneath. I lifted my hips slightly, bating my breath, hoping against hope that she was going to do what I wanted her to do. And she did.