Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2016 05:26:11 +0200 From: Derek Winslow Subject: House of Terrors Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by others. All characters in this story are really represented by adults over the age of 18. The author(s) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Please be sure to donate to nifty! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was 2 weeks before my 13th birthday and the State Fair was in full swing. After pestering my mom for weeks to hook me up with some tickets, she finally relented and loaded me up with some cash for food and enough money to get an unlimited ride wristband. The plan was to meet up with my friend Ben and then stay the night at his house when we finished at the fair, but I was mainly concerned with securing my newfound freedom as an (almost) teenager. This was the first year my mom felt comfortable enough to just let me run loose at the Fair. AFter all, I had worked my ass off all summer to prove I was a responsible kid. As she pulled up to the drop-off line, I scarcely waited for the car to come to a full stop before I had the door popped open and was sliding out of the passenger seat. "Be sure to call me from the information tent if Ben's mom can't come get you for some reason, okay buddy?" my mom shouted as I started running full steam toward the fair rides. I turned toward her and continued to jog backward toward the rides as I shouted back "Yeah mom I will! I gotta go get in line!!" And with that that brief departing shot I was off. Evening was falling and the lights on all of the best rides were shown in all their brilliance. I was so lost in the excitment of being on my own that I totally lost track of time and missed my opportunity to meet up with Ben earlier in the evening. But it was okay, we had planned everything out and we both knew that eventually we would end up at the information tent before it closed. As I finished eating and started wandering toward the info tent in the cool, end-of-summer air, I wandered past another building that was being used as the House of Terrors. As I tried to get in line to go walk through the event, a surly carnival worker sitting at the entrance stuck out his cane in front of me. "Can't you read? No minors allowed." "But I'm a teenager" I retorted. "Sorry, park rules . . . " Then with a quick sneer he looked up from me to the other adults in line and shouted in his best melodramatic voice "It's simply farrrrrrr too terrifying for mere children Muahahaha!!!" The rest of the adults in line giggled and laughed at his impromptu performance, but as for me, I was just a little embarrassed. As I walked away, I felt a fierce determination to somehow find a way inside the event, just to prove that it wasn't at all scary. So, I did what any curious kid would do, I wandered around the back looking for another entrance. As I rounded a small depression in the back of the building, I noticed a man sitting there on a milk crate smoking a cigarette with one hand and rubbing his balding head with the other. It was quite dark now so I almost didn't see him at first except for the small glowing ember that appeared in front of him. He looked up at me and simply nodded his head in acknowledgement that I was there, then went back to staring at the ground. "Is this thing really that scary?" I ventured to ask. The balding man looked back up at me and blew out his most recent drag of his cheap cigarette. "Yeah, if you think alien autopsies and mad scientists are scary" he half-chuckled. I sighed. "Seriously? That's all it is?" "Yep, just some screaming actors, fake blood, and dark rooms . . . and a rubber alien baby" he laughed through the smoke. "I can't believe it", I said. "That doesn't sound scary at all, they should let teenagers in here at least." The balding man was barely visible through the smoke. "How old are you kid? Like 11 or something?" "I'm 13" I lied, though it was almost true. "Sorry kid, we got rules, the State makes us do it." Just as he finished talking, the door next to him swung wide open. It was dark inside save for some red lights glowing in the buildings interior. From inside a woman stumbled out into the dark behind the building with us. "Jesus, I'm getting a headache from doing all that screaming!" she muttered. "You got a light?" As the woman and the balding man fumbled around in the dark, another ember came to life as she lit up her own cigarette and started puffing frantically. "I'm serious" she complained between breaths "It's bad enough I have to lay there in those damn stirrups for hours, I don't need Wally bitchin' at me that I don't sound terrified enough!" "It's part of the gig" the balding man replied vacantly. "Well, I'm done for tonight. Wally can lay his own damned ass down there and scream for all I care, I'm not doin no more tonight!" She was shaking at this point with frustration at the balding man's lack of empathy, but she finally threw down her already finished cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with another curse that I couldn't quite make out. "But what about the next show? We have 300 more ticket holders in 20 minutes." He finally replied. "Fuck em! and fuck Wally, he can take it out of my pay I don't give a shit." And with that she stormed off muttering and holding her temples into the dark trail that led to the carnie trailers. "13 huh?" the balding man whispered back to me from the dark. "Yeah", I said. "I got 20 minutes to set up for the next House fo Terrors show. Now, the State rules say I can't let you in the event as a guest, but they don't really say anything about letting teens work at the event. Think you might want to see the show from the inside?" My heart started pounding with excitment. This was going to be even better than seeing it, I was going to be in it! I tried to hide my excitement just a bit, but I was pretty sure I did a poor job of it. "Uhm, yeah, okay, sure! What do I have to do exactly?" "It's easy." came the voice from behind the burining cigarette. "As you just saw our woman who was supposed to deliver the alien baby just walked out. All she had to do was lay there on the gurney and scream while the doctor took out the fake baby from her belly. Lay on the table, wiggle around, and scream like it hurts when the alien baby comes out. Normally, we have a woman in the role giving birth but that's not gonna work with you for obvious reasons so we'll just make it look like we are cutting it out. Some fake blood on your belly should do it, what do you think?" By this point I was ecstatic, but I tried to play it cool. "Sure that works. Maybe like Alien where it come sout of my chest or something?" "We'll figure it out as we go" he whispered from behind the smoke. "Okay, come on, we don't have much time to get it set up. This is my event, so if it doesn't go right I may not get a contract for next year, so be sure to put on a good show okay?" "Okay!" I smiled and whispered back through the darkness. Then the balding man got up from his crate and opened the door into the darkened building. "After you . . ." he whispered. I walked into the barely lit corridor that ran behind the different scenes in the House of Terrors, peering into each one as I went along. Then the balding man put his hand on my shoulder and guided me through the back corridors to the scene with the alien baby. As I walked past the scenes, each was designed as a different themed room. Guests would walk in front of them separated from the scenes by a small railing. The access corridor was hidden by a series of screens designed to look like horrifying rooms from several movies I recognized. Nightmare on Elmstreet was one of the better ones because they had added a fully working furnace that blasted out flames on command. Texas Chainsaw Massacre had a guy with a working chainsaw that jumped out at people as they walked by. Finally we walked around to Mad Scientist Lab. "Okay kiddo this is it." "It's really dark in here, how does anyone see it?" I asked. "Oh don't worry, we actually have a strobe light to add to the fear factor at this point. Because we use a rubber alien, it's better if there aren't too many lights." I chuckled "Yeah, I guess." "Okay, lets get this set up as fast as we can." He whispered. "Let's go ahead and take off your shirt so the alien blood doesn't get on it." The balding man reached down to the bottome of my shirt and slowly lifted my shirt up over my head there in the dark and placed it to the side. "I still can't see shit in here" I protested. "No problem buddy, now hop up here on the table, I help you." he replied. I climbed up in the dark onto the delivery table, which had its head facing the audience and the stirrups toward the access corridor, and layed down. The balding man took each of my feet and hoisted them up into the stirrups designed for the alien birth, and then pulled five straps from the sides of the gurney to buckle me down to the table. Two went over my chest, two on my wrists, and one around my neck. "We need to make this look like you are really having an alien cut out of you, so it makes sense that you would be strapped down. Plus, you'll be able to wiggle all you want to make it look realistic." He said smoothly. "Sure, that's cool, I can do that!" I replied, looking up at the dirty ceiling in the old building. "Now, the stirrups don't make sense for you, but its way more comfortable to lay like this, trust me. But, let's put a surgical screen over you from the waist down so it just looks like you are laying on the surgical bench." The balding man kept muttering to himself quietly as he set up the scene, and fished out different props. He rolled two tall surgical screens from elsewhere in the room over to the table on either side and connected them with some blue fabric over my waist so that only my chest and head were visible to the viewers. "What do you think?" he said. "Well, ya I think that will work, we just need blood." The balding man wandered over to the front where I was laying and ran his cold fingers over my ribs and chest, checking each strap as he got to it. Then his fingers slowly pressed into my soft skin as he looked for just the right place for the 'baby' to be pulled from. As his fingers slid down toward just below my belly button, he said "Yes, lets make it come from here, there's lots of smooth skin here so we can add some putty to make it look like it's ripped open." Then he quickly went to work adding the putty and staring at his watch. "Not much time left, dammit." Then he squirted a bunch of fake blood on my chest and stomach and even got some on the screen. "Gah!" he whispered. I don't want this stuff to stain your clothes. Do you mind if I roll your shorts down just a bit to keep them from getting stained?" "Uhm, okay sure, just a little though" I responded nervously. Then I felt him fumbling around on the other side of the screen as he rolled down the band of my sweatpants and briefs once, and then twice for good measure. I was a little uncomfortable with how far they were down, almost to just above my boy parts, but he came back from around the screen quickly and went back to work adding putty and blood. "We're almost ready champ. Just one more item." He fished around in one of the buckets for a small strap with a ball on it. "Here, lets put this on you, I think it will make it much more realistic" Then he pressed the large rubber ball in my mouth and strapped it around the back of my head. It wasn't really comfortable, and I was trying to tell him to take it off but he didn't understand me. He just kept saying "Yes, that's exactly what I'm looking for, you're gonna do great! Keep it up!" "Do me one more favor" he whispered. "Trying moving your legs around in the stirrups back here so we can get a lot of noise from the metal." Resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to take the ball out of my mouth, I did as he asked and tried pulling on the stirrups behind the surgical screen with my legs which were up in the delivery position. They made a horrible scraping metal noise as I tugged on them with my feet. "Perfect!" he whispered excitedly. "You might have saved my job young man! The stirrups are rusted into the bench, but that scrapping noise will really add to it. Okay, almost show time, be sure to scream when the mad scientist goes to work!" I nodded and mumbled through the gag my approval. Then suddenly, the balding man's face, which I could still barely see in the red lighting, stopped smiling. He reached for a small lever near my head and released the support behind it, allowing my head to fall backwards so I could see the area where the guests would be walking by. Then quickly flopped the rubber alien baby on my belly and turned on the strobe light. The lack of head support was very uncomfortable and I started protesting immediately. He squatted down next to my ear and simply whispered to me "enjoy the show..." and walked back to tend to the other events. I could hear the next crowd of people lining up outside the building to be terrified by the different scenes. The furnace was blowing, the chainsaws were prepping, people were cackling as they practiced for their parts. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. No Mad Scientist had come in yet and they had just put the alien on my stomach, it wasn't even hidden. I didn't get it, and my neck was starting to hurt. I just wanted out but the straps were really tight. Finally I heard someone come in from behind the surgical curtain. Was it the Mad Scientist? I had no idea. It was someone using a fake raspy voice, whispering in the dark. Then I felt them shaking the stirrups, then I felt a hand sliding up my sweatpants to the rolled down waistband. The hand slid back down and rested on my cock over my sweatpants and it started slowly massaging it. "What is this?" said the raspy voice. I freaked out and started wiggling and pulling at the straps and the stirrups making all kinds of noise. The massaging continued, slowly working on my boy parts until they could no longer resist flexing themslevs to their full four inches. Then suddenly, and almost painfully, the hands quickly pulled my waistband of both my sweats and my briefs down to my ankles in the stirrups. The cool room air hit them suddenly and I immediately felt exposed. I started trying to yell for help as loud as I could but all that emerged were my sounds of terror. The hands behind the surgical curtain run up and down my legs, and up my inner thighs. "So smoooooth, not a hair to be found, oh my." the voice whispered behind the curtain. Then I felt someone's head press between my forceably spread legs and the hot, wet breath of someone licking up and down my shaft and slowly taking in the head, then the shaft, and down even to my sack. I was terrified. I needed to get out!! Finally a buzzer sounded signaling the beginning of the next sequence of guests. From behind the curtain, all I could hear was the raspy voice saying "Time to play!" Then I heard another squeaky lever being pulled and another section of the gurney under my butt dropped out from under me, leaving my legs suspended behind the curtain as the person's hands slid all over my shaft and balls with their wet drool. Slowly the person grabbed a hold of my shaft with their four fingers, and let their thumb slide down over my balls and down into the smooth underside over my hole. I tried like crazy to jerk myself free or make some noise or even tip over the gurney but nothing was working. I just kept feeling the person's thumb swirl around my tight and terrifyingly exposed hole. Every few swirls around, they would press their thumb into the hole, pressing in more and more of the drool or slobber or something slippery into it. I started crying and screaming. Just then, the first group of viewers walked by his scene. I saw them upside down, as my head was hanging there, gagged. But, I tried to scream out to them for help. The blinding strobe lights made it much more difficult to signal to the passers-by, but I thrashed and screamed as loud as I could for anyone to help me. "Ewww, that's weird. What is that an alien baby bursting from some kid's stomach?" a female guest exclaimed. "Holy shit! That's fucking awesome! Look at that kid freak out!" said her presumed boyfriend by her side. I strained my neck and tried to signal somehow with my head swinging about but no one understood. Finally I felt something large and spongy pressing against my hole as two hands grabbed my legs near the top of my thighs and gave them a big tug, pulling my ass further off the gurney. Then it happened. I felt what must have been someone's thick cockhead pressing on my hole . . . hard. I screamed as loud as I could through the gag, but no one understood. They just kept walking by in big groups, watching unknowingly as I was being raped behind the surgical curtain. The strain of trying to hold up my head and scream was slowly taking its toll on me. I tried bucking my belly to get the alien to fall off, anything to signal my distress, but nothing was working. The man's shaft just pushed deeper, pressing hard against something inside me that was making me feel strange even though I was screaming in pain. Eveytime a new group walked past, the man would thrust a long hard thrust in as deep as he could to get me to scream out for the show. The sound of my boy screams filled the strobe-lit room as passers-by gazed into my terrified, tear-filled eyes and and remarked at my great acting even though the alien was 'clearly fake'. Finally, another buzzer rang indicating the last group was coming through. The thrusting suddenly picked up speed and the hand began stroking my shaft more quickly. I could feel the bulbous cockhead swelling up and raking the inside of my now swollen opening. I thrashed harder again against the stirrups but it only made more of the terrifying metal noises that made the scene work. As the last group was passing by, I was so lightheaded. Then the man behind the curtain suddenly changed the way he was thrusting and he forced his cock up toward my belly - pushing so hard I was going to pass out. Something was happening inside me. As his cockhead swelled and rubbed me inside I couldnt hold it anymore and suddenly began cumming behind the curtain and clamped down hard on his long shaft. He responded by forcing his cock up hard toward my belly with 5 strong painful thrusts. I could feel them so deep my tummy was bulging with each push. As he hit the last thrust, the alien baby was knocked off my belly and fell to the floor in a pile of fake blood and I let out the most blood-curdling boy-scream I could find inside me. And then my body gave up and I laid there with my head dangling, looking at people looking at me; unaware of what was happening. "Fucking amazing! That actually looked real!" one of them said. Another laughed and said "fucking gross, I love it!" As the last group passed by and out through the exit, I still laid there in the dark silence for a time and finally passed out. When I awoke, I was sore, but fully dressed, leaning against the information tent. The light inside was so bright it hurt my eyes and my vision was blurry. As I tried to stand, I stumbled a bit and held on to a tent pole as I leaded inside. There at the counter was Ben and his mom. "Dude, where you been? We almost had to call your mom." A man I didn't recognize at the counter replied to them saying "He passed out on the centrifuge ride and the brought him here, does he belong to you?" "Yes, we'll take him from here" replied Ben's mom. "Come on young man, we'll get you settled down to some popcorn and a few scary movies to perk you up, how does that sound?" I was so confused, I meant to speak, but only nodded because my voice was so hoarse and the lights were so bright. Then I looked up at the man behind the info counter, and he simply looked down at me with a wicked grin and slowly lifted his hat slightly to run his hand over his large balding head and set the hat slowly back down as he went back to work and I wandered back out into the Summer darkness with Ben's family. If you enjoyed this story, be sure to email me at ilovebass@mail.com and be sure to check out my other stories on Nifty