Rooms of Horror and Delight room 2

Jennifer was walking with her friends in the mall, and she was making jokes for her friends’ amusement. Young teenage guys walked by her and gave her nods, or winks, flirting with her. She enjoyed the attention. One guy gestured for her to come over. He was perfect: Blonde hair and blue eyes, six feet tall and ripped.

He reached out to her to talk, when he suddenly morphed into the creature she feared most: the huge deformed man with the massive cock. He lunged for her…

Jennifer gasped, and woke with a terrified cry.

Still panting she suddenly remembered what had happened to her, and where she was. She looked around and saw that she was in another room, almost identical to the one where the deformed man had raped her. She was still wearing her white shirt, part of her school uniform, but her skirt and panties had been ripped off during her fucking.

“Good evening again Jennifer”

Jennifer started and looked around for the speaker. She found it, once again high up in the corner.

“We gave you an injection to keep you asleep for several days, giving your pussy to get tight again” the man said smugly.

“I’m begging you,” Jennifer cried! “Just let me go! I swear I won’t tell anyone! I’ll never mention this to anyone! Ever!”

“Sorry, but we won’t let you go until you finish all fifty rooms we have,”

Jennifer’s knees buckled. She still had forty-nine rooms before she was released?

“Nooooooo,” she moaned.

“Well, have fun with your next surprise!” the speaker clicked off.

Again, the door at the other end of the room began to open. Three men wearing dark black uniforms walked in.

Jennifer backed away, screaming, but the men grabbed her and dragged her towards the center of the room. Another man came in dragging a short bench with thick pads on top.

They forced her over the bench, so that she was face down with her ass in the air. Her ands and feet were shackled to the ground.

Jennifer sobbed, waiting for the sound of unzipping clothes.


It didn’t come. The men walked out, leaving Jennifer there, still tied down over the bench. She was facing the door, and she strained her neck, looking through it.