EroticReverie

Cecelia

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I panic as I make my way through the fun house, panting as I try to focus. I was NOT going into that fucking clown room. I knew there had to be other exits along the way , hidden in other areas, or someplace to hide, someway to avoid that fucking nightmare. 

It doesnt matter that I know it's Ryker in the mask. It doesnt matter that I know those clown are fake. It's the haunting noise of the clown voices and popping ballons and creepy laughter of children, and clown like voices, sounding goofy while also creepy as fuck. Clowns are the fucking worst. I would NOT go into that fucking room again. Fuck him. Fuck Ryker for bringing me here AGAIN. 

Though he told me he'd make no promise not to do it again. Was this his idea of fucking fun? Of course it was. It was fucked up foreplay for him, he gets off on it. On my fear. Gets off on his control over me. 

Why am I wet? God, why am I fucking wet? Not from Simone whod turned me on while on the dance floor, which, I had to figure out at a later moment in time. Was she really into me? Was Ryker into her being into me? Was I into her?

I pant, slipping to the side of the wall in the dark, feeling a small gap in the wall, sliding into it, tucking myself inside and holding my breath as I hear Ryker slowly call my name, drawing it out like a terrifying song. What was wrong with me? Why was I allowing him to play these fucking games with me? Why was I staying at his place ? What was I letting him TELL me that he's my man, that I'm his "doll".  Because you fucking love it Cecelia. His voice plays in my head, and I whimper. The truth , wetting my fucking panties. It doesnt matter that I dont think he'd truly me, it doesnt matter that I know it's him coming after me, it's still fucking terrifying. Because I dont know what's really going to happen. Maybe he IS a fucking lunatic, maybe he WILL hurt me. I freeze as I see his large frame come into the passageway, tucked in my little fucking corner, hiding away, silently, holding still as can be while my heart bangs in my chest. i bite my lips together, holding back the whimper that wants to spill from them when he groans.

"I can fucking smell you Cecelia....I can smell your perfume......your shampoo.....your fucking fear." he growls loudly as he moves closer, stalking slowly, as if he knows my plan and has no reason to move fast to catch me. I close my eyes so I dont see the mask as he draws closer. The creepy fucking clown mask. Any clown was terrifying to me. Even the seemily innocent ones, that were meant for children, sometimes those were worse than the ones MEANT to be scary. 

I don't wait long enough, as if I can't help it, the second he's past me, I take off. My sandals slapping against the floor, over the wood and onto the metal grates where the air triggers usually are, blowing large gusts of air from different directions. But they're off, only the clown room making noise tonight. 

"Oh Cecelia" he chuckles. His feet already following me.

"You sneaky little thing." he groans with amusement as his heavy footsteps fall over the metal, stalking me back towards the entrance. He's fucking terrifying. Hot...and fucking terrifying. Because I know he can catch me, know he's fucking toying with me, like a cat with a fucking mouse. 

I go to step up into the round tunnel that normally spins, and trip over the edge, falling onto my hands and knees with a loud yelp. My knees sing with pain from the fall.

"fuck, what a pretty little thing you are when you run from me Cecelia" he groans, and before I can get up, before I can make myself move to get up and fucking run again, he's ontop of me, grabbing me as I scream and turning me over. 

"no!" I squeal, more so at the mask, shutting my eyes, refusing to look at , shaking as he grabs my shorts, unsnapping the button, and drawing the zipper down as I just fucking lay there and let him do it. 

He chuckles , the sound muffled by his mask, my eyes opening and then closing again even tighter and I whimper , panting and begging as he tugs my shorts off. Grabbing my sandals, pushing them off my feet. 

"Look at me Cecelia" he groans. His hands pushing my legs apart. I shake my head with my eyes shut. 

"not...not with the-the mask" I tremble. 

"I said fucking look at me!" he growls, his hand slapping my fucking pussy over my panties, hard. My legs snapping shut and I yelp as my eyes fly open, just as his hand comes for my throat.

"fuck" I cry. Tears rip down the side of my face and into my hair as he clamps his hand around my sweaty neck. 

"Ryker" I cry. "Please stop..t-take it off" I beg and plead as he shakes his head slowly , without a word, his one hand still on my neck the other going between my legs. 

"Why would I stop, when this is what happens?" he asks, dragging a knuckle from my cunt to my clit, then turning his hand palm up, pushing a fingertip over my clit and back down and sliding his finger inside of me. 

"You are fucking drenched , doll" he groans, drawing the finger out slowly and humming as it slips through the arousal I cant fucking deny, then he slips it right back in with a low groan. 

"Fuuuuuck Cecelia" he mutters. 

"Look at me" he groans when I close my eyes again, and I open them back up, his mask blurring as I cry, but my pussy weeps even more as he fingers me, while forcing me to look at the worst fucking mask I've ever seen. 

"P-please" I whine and she shakes his head.

"This cunt.." he groans. "God, this fucking cunt Cecelia" 

"Its so fucking nice" he growls and slides a second finger in, making my hips lift, my pussy wanting what he's giving it, even as my heart races with fear for the mask on his face.

"shhhhh, that's it...that's my girl....this is what you like , isnt it Cecelia?" he asks, curling his fingers, fucking me as he still keeps the other hand on my throat, my hot tears still spilling from my eyes, my back arching as my body writhes and my senses are so fucking confused, everything doing in different directions. The urge to run still there, to get away from the clown face above me, to get away from the man who takes pleasure if scaring the shit out of me. But my body wants to stay right here, legs spread like the whore I become everytime he touches me. 

"mmmm, fuck" he groans and then chuckles darkly. "fuck, you're so precious Cecelia...crying while your little pussy gets fucked...loving it...hating it....your pretty little head so fucking confused....it's beautiful to fucking watch Cecelia....you're fucking beautiful" he groans and fucks my pussy faster, his finger curling deeper against my gspot, harder, hitting it again and again as the pressure builds and I pant, my fear taking a backseat, still trembling from the terrifying mask that looks down on me. Also trembling from the orgasm he's about to force me into. 

"I bet you want to cum Cecelia....I bet your fucking cunt need me to make it cum right now..more than ever....doesnt it sweetheart?" he groans.

"y-yes" I pant. 

Ryker groans and then his fingers slow and I whimper, shaking my head, whining and fear taking the front seat as I'm left empty, his fingers taking their promise of release with them as he reaches them up and wipes them over my mouth. 

"Suck." he groans and my lips part, and he shoves his fingers into my mouth, past my lips over my tongue and I close my mouth around them, shaking with fear as he leans down, bringing the mask closer to me as I wince, my mouth stopping, and his fingers drawing out. 

"Kiss me Cecelia." his deep voice commands. 

Gladly, I think to myself, anything to get that fucking mask off. I reach up and go to grab the mask and he laughs. Grabbing both of my wrists he pins them to the floor of the wheel that he has me in.

"I said kiss me Cecelia." he groans and then drops the face of the mask even closer, bringing the wide grin of the clown mask closer, the curled up lips, the black mesh that lines innar part of the wide grin, to allow him to breathe through the mask. 

"Kiss. Me. " he growls, bringing the mouth of the mask to face and I squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Ceceliaaaa" he says my name, with a warning. 

"Please" I cry. 

"Would you rather I drag you to your favorite room, and make you kiss every clown face on the wall..the statues ...make you make out with them and rub your sweet little cunt against them?" he groans and I shake my head. 

"Then fucking kiss me Cecelia" he growls. 

I push my lips to the back, catching the corner of the mouth. Turning my head quickly.

"Not like the Cecelia....kiss me like a good girl.....look at me when you kiss me...so I can see those pretty little terrified eyes." he groans deeply and I swallow.

"you're a sick fuck" I cry. 

He only groans louder. 

"And you're about to be brought to that fucking room and locked inside for the rest of the fucking night." he threatens and I cry. I look at the mask, my body shivering and shaking as I push my lips to the mask again. Over the bottom curve of the lower lip.

"Mmmm, dont stop Cecelia." he groans as I keep kissing.

"Use your tongue Cecelia...give me that fucking tongue." he groans. 

I lick along the mouth and he groans.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he groans and my pussy clenches as his hand slides back between my legs.

"Keep going Cecelia..." he instructs. My tongue dragging over the mesh part of the mouth and he groans deeply as his fingers rub my clit and my hips lift with reaction. 

"That's it....there we go doll....yes Cecelia..." he groans , making me makeout with a fucking mask, and the more I kiss it, the more I lick at the open mouth of the mask, the less terrifying it become, but I still fucking hate it. Because now...now it's just fucking humiliating on top of being unpleasant and scary. The fingers on my clit have me working my tongue faster over the mask, licking at the mesh, and I moan on instinct as I feel his tongue push back against the mask, and I whimper, wanting to kiss him. Wanting his tongue on my mine. My tongue fights for his, fights for his mouth behind the mask. Fight to fucking taste the man that tortures me and has taken and demanded his ownership and control over me. 

"what a good fucking girl you're being Cecelia" he groans and rubs my clit just fucking right as I gasp, my head going back.

His fingers stop. I whimper.

"you know how to make me keep going Cecelia." he groans. I grab his face in the mask and kiss it again, and he groans loudly. Panting behind his mask. 

"You little fucking whore, you're so fucking beautiful" he groans as I keep fucking making out with the mask, moaning like the whore he's labeled me. Humiliation at the fact that I'm kissing something that fucking scares me, just to get off, just to keep his fingers on my clit. 

"You're so fucking beautiful Cecelia" he groans, his hot breath pushing through the wet mesh fabric. My tongue pushing, trying to get his back. 

"kiss me back" I whine with frustration and he groans, his tongue lashing against the fabric. I moan, whimpering desperately against the mask, his fingers, his tongue returning to mine, even throught he fabric, sends me into an orgasm that has me gripping the sides of the mask as my mouth parts and pants against the mouth of the clown.

"yes!" I cry, legs shaking as Ryker rubs my clit while I cum, groaning as he speaks to me.

"You beautiful little doll" he groans and then slides those fingers down, sinking two right into me as I cry out.

"Time for you to get fucked Cecelia, good girls...get fucked" he groans and pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.

"Now be a good girl and fucking kiss me, while I fuck your pussy into a pretty little fucking mess and make you cum all over yourself."