She thought it good not to piss him off right at the start. Not that it would be her intent, just that she'd save her "get into jail free card" for later, for some mistake she might make in the future.

Ana's lips parted as the cold vibe sent goose bumps to spread covering every inch of flesh like a wave from her sex out. Her breasts seemed to react before any of the rest of her, nipples pulling the skin tighter across the already round orbs. But then his real teasing began and her vacant mouth was full of gasps.

The hard tip pressing into her core was met with the sweet juices he'd remember from last time. It wasn't something she had control over, the more he toyed with her lips and opening the more her canal prepared to be entered. The body never knowing how large of a member would be penetrating its core, nature would make all things possible.



"This time you decide Kamara. You've let me pick everything so far...", she said with a girlish tone, eyes full of excitement. Ali finally gave into the cold dampness of the cave they were just beginning to enter. Quickly she released his arm to put her warm sweater on. It would be obvious to anyone looking that the girl with the full chest was more then a little chilled now as she stretched her arms out and back pushing them through the tightly knit sleeves. This would take care of her upper body, but at some point the chill might reach up to her bare thighs.

"There that's much better", her arm wrapping his again as she waited his reply. If he didn't know any better he could probably feel the stiffness of her tips against his arm, but she acted unaware. It was so exciting, having never been to an event like this, and to be experiencing it with her love was more then fabulous. She started even to reconsider the hospital thinking that with him, it wouldn't be so bad.

Nijima was in control here. He had Ana chained up as he teased her with that vibrator, rubbing it against her entrance as he slapped he ass again.

“You are so fucking wet already.” He yanked her head back by the hair, allowing his lips to cascade over her neck as then pushed the vibrator into that moist channel just the barest of inches as he eased it in and out of her, digging into her a little bit more with each thrust into her pussy already knowing first hand how good that had felt while wrapped about him.

“You want to be fucked Slave. Perhaps I will oblige you but not yet, oh no, not yet ...”





Kamara thought over the choice. He seemed to be at a bit of a loose into Ali put on her sweater, the tips of her nipples pressing into his arm caused him to smile deliciously. No, a ride would be over far too quickly.

But the walk … well let's just say that he was interested in the feel of those eock hard nipples pressed against him for a little bit longer.

“We'll save the ride for later ...” oh he was so going to make love to her later that day.

He had picked exactly what she would have, and she couldn't contain her excitement as she released him long enough to jump up and down just twice. It was impossible to ignore her bouncing silver curls as the moved in sync with her captivating chest, and her lips quickly swooped into his for a kiss.

"Perfect. The other way would be too short.", she agreed with his unspoken words. She too hoped for a long walk in the darkened cave, and maybe even a tuck into a hidden corner if they came across one.

It was good she didn't wear her tiny little sandals and at last minute had decided to put on something with a good sole, because despite the warm weather outside the cave, the deeper they went they found some muddy ground. Ali even slipped once already and used her grip on Kamara's arm to sustain her balance. Her frightened screech echoed the walls followed by her relieved giggle as she was again upright and stable.




His torture went on, arousing Ana second by second. Nijima knew just what to do to make her wet as he continued to tease her pussy further. His words like whips cutting straight through to her core as she imagined feeling him inside her again, and then the delay... The give and take made her hungry as if she had been starving for him for days and weeks, even though she had only known him for hours.

She was his whether either of them were consciously aware of it. He called her "slave" and she would do anything he wished now. Visible shackles bond her wrists while the invisible bonds entertained the centers of her brain and entangled every cell of her being as he held her head firmly in his hand. Her back arched as his lips tantalized her flesh, her heavy breaths bounced off the stark walls of this chamber.

Nijima could feel her body jerk every time the vibrator hit a more sensitive spot, and her moan would follow as the chains whispered. "Y-yes Master ...." her strained voice released, her protruding breasts expanding with her inhales.

He was happy at least at first that she was happy. While he entertained the same thought of pulling her off somewher quiet if the opportunity presented itself he realized that actors wondered the caves seeking to leap out and scare people and thus the likelihood of being caught was much stronger here than it was at the amusement park so he would have to play it by ear.

This was about the sixth room that was vacant, other than the mannequin dummy of a miner with a pick axe cutting through it's chest in a grissly fashion this chamber was e,pty.

“This is boring … sorry, Ali I thought there would be more going on here. People are suppose to be popping out at us or chasing us but these are just empty rooms ...” Kamara paused as he considered something but dismissed the notion after a moment.

There was a growl coming from one of the chambers that branched off from here, low and gravelly that stopped almost as readily as it began.

“Finallly, something that at least isn't a lame decoration or sounds like a lame sound track.” Kamara smiled at her in the dimly illuminated cavern.





Nijima assailed Ana's body slowly. He wasn't too sure what he was doing here and was learning as he went. Thus that vibrator pressed into a little deeper before he turned the setting up. He smiled as if he had done something wicked as it buzzed away at her insides. He left it there part way inside her as he walked off for a moment then returned a short while later.

He rounded her body, a delicious smile on his lips. He rubbed against the curve of her breast then revealed that he was holding something in his hand. He leaned forward, sucking on a breast briefly before pulling back enough where he smiled at her again.

Nijima placed nipple clamps on her then, gazed at her then nodded as if happy with his handiwork before strolling behind her once more.

Never speaking a word, her eyes closed hiding from the increased stimulation between her thighs. Her face showed signs of struggle as she bit her bottom lip. Then Nijima added to her experience, attacking one of her other tender spots. The pressure would be considered painful, his trials almost unbearable, but she didn't dispute his treatment with anything more then a moan and sharp breaths.

Ana's eyes reopened to see his proud grin before walking away again out of her sight. She could feel his energy move around her like a shark stalking something it craves, drooling in its approach, and this only aroused her more. Her knees almost visibly quivering amongst the vibrations flowing through her core, her lips dripping.

Her nerves were on edge. The senses being touched by mechanical devices, but even the ones caressed by the cool air around her, moving every hair on her body. Her ears beckoning to hear his voice whispering promises as her anticipation builds. At some point she would have to remember that this is only a game. She had fallen into the role quickly, more then she might have thought ... she was the sex slave and Nijima her master. Her focus was on him more then herself.



Ali was just about to tell Kamara that she was enjoying herself despite the lack of grabbing chasing ghouls when they heard the sound. He was right, it did sound very real, almost too good for an actor pretending. "Where's it coming from ...", she more said out loud as her curiosity perked with a giggle. Her hands again squeezing tightly to his arm, and for a moment the cold that had been nipping at her legs seemed to have left her thoughts.

The growl got louder as the cave seemed to be getting darker, even though she had assumed they were nearing the entrance to the next part. The lack of light made it hard to make out the figure that was now approaching. Instead of her original forward movement, her instincts stopped her feet from moving, and she began to slightly tug on Kamara's arm as her "flight" instinct was kicking in. "Maybe we should turn around. Maybe we took a wrong turn?", she questioned.

The vibrator left on, the nipple clamps applied, what next? He gazed over the tools befor ehim, inspecting each one careful before settling on the next toy. When he looked back he pushed the vibrator deeper into her body, then flicked a switch causing it to hum against her faster.

He then lightly whip her shoulders with his cat o' nine tails. A hand trickling against her ass. “Hm, you need something here too ...” He smacked her on the shoulders again lightly ensuring that any marks that were left would fade by the end of a few days, if that.

“What do you think, Slave?”

He cracked her shoulders again with the whip before settling it down and choosing his next tool. It was off right now though he applied it against her, rubbing softly against her with somethingcold and metallic that brushed against her clit as the fingers of one hand gripped a hip holding her steady.





“I think it was coming from this direction.” Kamara maaged to pull her a short distance in the direction that he thought he heard the sound coming from when Ali began to display second thoughts about it.

“Look, we're already passing up the hospital, might as well check it out,” Kamara mused tho! No it was in front of her!

Her skin was splattered in something, Kamara's blood? He fell to to ground and Ali could make out a large dark sharp that whirled on her, smarling. Claws and fangs bared though she was unable to see it completely in the dim lighting.

As if splashed with ice cold water, Ali jerked back and screamed out running her chilled fingers across her face perfect sync of the release of Kamara's hand. It was too dark to make out exactly what was going on, but she quickly told herself that all this was staged. Maybe Kamara through himself on the ground to be dramatic in this opportine moment for theatrics.

"Come on Kamara", his girl friend yelled bending to grab hold of him. Her fingers fell upon his wet shirt. Now her hands were wet too, but she continued to feel around until she found an arm to tug on, her panic building more and more every second.

It seemed to be happening so fast, and as her frantic hands tried to stir Kamara. It was all like in a dream now, her lips were moving but producing no sound, her eyes darted around the damp cave for the face of the creature causing all this chaos.



Nijima's tactics were good. His slave's nerves were definately on edge as he turned it up a notch more. Her lips parted repeatedly as she moaned, her thighs tensed with the penetrating vibration surging through her core.

"Y-y-es Master-r", her lips replied after the startle of the lash. She wasn't sure what she was agreeing too, but she knew better then to disagree, even though this was just a game. After all, her hands were bound and he was for all practical accounts, a stranger. There was no need to pretend that she was there by force, there was something she liked about him, he intregued Ana deeply.

She once more had her eyes closed, enthralled with the pleasure he inforced in her. It was as if there was someone else in the room with them all of the sudden and her mind had trouble keeping up as he was just behind her. There was the "thwack" across her shoulders, and then it seemed instantly the cold against her most sensitive bud in front of her as he pressed the metal against her. Jerking away from her Master, Ana's eyes flew open to see his face, confirming that it was still just the two of them along for this ride.

Kamara wasn't kiding of course and had not answered her from the ground. As her wet fingers soon discovered his prone body then the seriousness of the situation dawned on her. In the near darkness there was a humanoid shape, growling at her.

It was taller than a typical man, fury but that was all that she could tell in the darkness. She could smell it's rank breath washing over her as it growled, dark eyes turning to her just then as it began to swiftly move in her direction …




Nijima nodded at her though he was unseen as he did so behind her. He did not know what was so thrilling about this moment though he rubbed her ass softly in his hand finding it nice and smoooth. His other hand set down the taser moving the vibrator deeper insider her, hearing the squelching sound of that wet pussy pressing against the tool itself.

He stopped, disappearing for a moment he walked back to the toys for a moment before moving up behind her again stooping on the floor, pressing his lips against her ass cheek then bringing a finger up to her ass, rubbing against it.

Nijima sat something down before reaching around her body rubbing against her clit in small circles.

“Are you ready? Yeah, your fucking ready.”

Curling edges reflected her silent reply, his enthusiasm making her grin obvious. Ana couldn't deny her pleasure as her juices ran down the smooth plastic toy deep inside her. Every touch a desired surprise. Every jerk an inspired reaction to his foreplay. She was ready for him in every way, and it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge of bliss.

She leaned her body into his touch pulling on her bonds. The gingling of the chains imprinting the proof of her surendering even further her Master as she craved to be one with him again. "Y-yes".



Every cell in the older cousins body was telling her to run, but her finger cluched tight to Kamara's shirt as she tugged on him. There was no way she would be able to carry him, her hope was that the creature might follow her as she ran. "I'll get help Kamara.... I'll get help...", her trembling soft words still echoing the walls as she turned away from him.

She still couldn't see very well, but turning back seemed the only logical thing. Her steps still slow, just enough to keep ahead of the beast in the cave, but wanting to make sure it didn't go for Kamara any more. A spark of courage flooded her body as she began to see light ahead, "Come on you M-Monster", she yelled at the growls behind her. Ali has clearly seen too many movies. Her only hopes were still that this was a joke gone too far, or that there was help near by.

He grinned at her confession, his hand seizing the vibrator in her pushing it back and forth teasingly against her as he moved in deep circles against the pink folds of her body. He played with her for a moment, not long enough to send her over the edge but long enough to tease her a little before he pulled the vibrator out of her setting it on the ground.

Nijima leaned forward running a slow tongue against that dripping slit, just enough to get the taste of her juices against his tongue before he leaned back seizing the next toy that he placed beside him on the ground.

She would feel it soon thereater, a small bead, perhaps a marble, rolling against her ass, then it sank into her repalced a fraction of a section later it had been replaced by another bead and that one disappeared into her ass too.

Nijima paused, studying her reaction to this as a third bead hovered against her back door.

“Shall I continue, Slave?”





Kamara groaned slumping to the ground, some encouragement that he was still alive as he soon hit the ground. The creature leapt over the prone body to get to her quicker as she ran for help.

Was this real or part of the show so to speak? If it wasn't a joke, if it were real then it explained why there were no other actors jumping out and chasing them through the dark, they were dead, it killed them … but that was far fetched to think there was something out there.

Yet, there it was growling at her as it approached though Ali could see light off in the near distance.

It paused as if studying her for the first time, or maybe, hopefully, afraid of that light as it then bound at her with a burst of speed as if to stop her from reaching that destination.

There was still the question of its legitimacy until it somewhow reached her with super human speed and swept her feet right out from under her. Kamara would hear her scream before seeing the silhouette of her long curls linger in the air as her body crashed down to the ground. She shouldn't have taunted the beast, but it was too late to second guess that now.

Ali's quick instincts were the only thing keeping her face from slamming into the mud her arms were now imersed in. The breath knocked clean out of her as she landed on her arms and torso her legs and feet following. She laid there winded trying to regain her ability to move as she felt the figure coming up behind her. Actor or real monster, it was now poised between her parted legs, and she was too afraid to turn around to look.

Her dress now covered with mud and torn at the seam between her breasts was the only barrier between the cold ground and her body. The damp air her breaths were now made of seemed to chill her from the inside out, or was it her fear that filled her with frigid thoughts of death.




All of this still felt new for Ana, and there was nothing that alarmed her to Nijima's naive approach to the game. Assuming he knew just what he was going, she planned from the beginning to go along with what ever he wanted. Ana was playing the role of the slave after all, and Nijima her Master... but he was giving her a choice at this moment, maybe to test her.

She could have been disobedient and said no, but the sensation tugged at her core each time he pushed a tiny ball inside the tight passage. She didn't protest, only a soft moan followed each entry, and he could see her muscles tense slightly. The treat of the third invader should have made her fearful, not knowing just how many he would push inside her rear, "Y-yes... Master", allowing him to have his fun with her body.

"I'm yours ..." she whispered almost too faintly to be heard.

The creature closed in on her prone form and while she could see it, she only had a marginally better glance at it provided that she looked at the canine-like creature.

But she was presented to her like a bitch in heat. He was once human but that seemed like a life time ago. He knew of the pleasures of the flesh and considered it a rare treat to consume her after he had his fun first, clearly no one had taught him about not playing with his food as a clawed hand grasped her hip, the other shredding a section of that muddy sun dress, then tore at the panties beneath as the wendigo growled.

It might not have the tech skills of modern humans as it existed way back in the 1800's though it possessed human-like intellect.

Had she know of the legend of the Wendigo she would have probably been more terrified. A man (or women for that matter) of Native American descent that fed off the flesh of humans, gradually de-evolving into such a state … but it was still fairly intelligent, it was brillant before this transformation but lost a good deal of that brillance though was still as smart as most humans.





Nijima, content that he was not hurting her too much continued on. Being new at this he still had his concerns from time to time though he paused sometime after the eight bead, rubbing that wet pussy briefly before getting back to the beds.

They were small and thus he had no problem inserting about a dozen inside her rectum. A hand went up to caress her ass cheek then she could feel the beads drawing out of her slowly as each had been attached to each other in someway she assumed, perhaps by a string of some sort ...

Each entry was a torture. It was if he was pushing his head in, but there being no staff to continue the motion. Her tight opening closed to conceal each tiny ball, leaving only a thread visible, one after another. She could feel the pressure inside her rectum the more Nijima inserted, and she didn't think she could take any more when he paused.

Ana thought he might have been finished filling her up, but then he proceeded to push in another and another. He caressed her ass as if trying to help her relax along the process. Her "Ooo"s and "Aaah"s sounded with every round pearl, so he always knew she was enjoying his treatment.

It wasn't until he reversed things that she knew he must have run out of beads, or maybe he thought he had stuffed her enough. Again her moans acompanied every pull as they had each push, and her hips were tipped towards her Master the whole time, never hiding herself from him.




Ali had to look to face her intended doom she thought, but before she could act all thoughts were torn from her mind as she felt the clawed beast make light of her clothes. Her dress had already been ruined by the caked on mud, but now it was useless. Her back side completely bare to him as he shreded her panties, and her arms pulled in tight smashing the remaining fabric between her arms and her full chest.

Her legs were parted as she felt his huge hands on her hips which instinctively prodded her quickly to her knees, hoping to crawl away from him. His breath was strong, coating her back as he hovered behind her, prompting her again to see what type of creature this was. Once up on her knees one hand for support, the other still grasping on to some trace of modesty, she turned.

The heart wrenching scream was one of realization that this was it, the end for her. The sight of such a beast could not have been part of a theatrical performance, he was real. The blood on her hands was real, and the burn across her backside from the shallow scratches his delivered were also real. She froze.

Slowly Nijima pulled on that string and slowly those beads fell out of her body, stimulating her further with each pull. He slappped her ass then rubbed it in a playful way as he pulled, and pulled, ever so gently drawing those beads out of her.

Though when he finished he set the beds aside, two of his fingers pressing inside her wet pussy vigorously rubbing against those pink walls for a moment before pulling them back from her, sucking the juices off of those fingers.

“You taste good, Ann.”

He leaned forward, a hand on each ass check as his tongue licked along the bottom part of her sex before shallowly dipping into her soft core.





And as Ali froze it seized that opportunity to grasp her hip with a clawed hand endind any thoughts she entertained in drawing away from him.

It bellowed out as she screamed, perhaps this was a court ship thing, a challege to see how was more intimidating … whatever the case the barest hint of those claws dug into her as the other hand joustled with his thick cock. He was naked making this much easier as he brought his shaft to her awaiting pussy the pair tip of it pressing against her sex as it had not intended to waste any time ….

Never in a million years would Ali have foreseen her date with her new boyfriend to end like this. Karma laying dead for all she knew. The oldest of the two cousins was soon to be fucked and probably also killed by this monster deep in a cold damp cave. She had no one to blame but herself of course, after all going to the caves was her choice. Maybe the hospital would have been better, or even staying home safe and sound with Ana to watch a movie, but none of these thoughts were in her head at this moment.

Her thighs spread apart even further now as the beast pulled her closer to him, her bare skin against his furry animal body. His claws were digging into her flesh now and she could swear her hips were bleeding at those sharp pressure points, but there was no way to know for sure. She could feel her heart galloping still caged inside her chest as she felt his phallus press against her pink lips. As if this was a natural event, her folds parted for him as the tip quickly found her opening, and she let out another scream full of a gasp that sounded more like a surrender then a plea for help.

The mud seeped through the thin fabric burying her nipples, earth encompassing her full chest along side her arms, hands, as her finger nails dug deep. There was no hope in sight for rescue, so her head dropped dragging her hair in the like a mop, bracing for him to impale her core.



If Ali saw her younger cousin now, she would see she was not just at home watching a movie, but hanging by her wrists while Nijima teased her sweet pussy. If the two in the basement knew the danger their cousin and brother were in, Nijima and Ana would have come to Ali and Kamara's rescue without hesitation. After all this was just a game for them, it could be continued at another time.

Ana's wrists were starting to becpme sore after being strapped to the ceiling for so long, her own weight pulling on the chains often as her body shifted in position....but she didn't complain. She would endure it to be with him, to allow their time together to linger. After all she didn't know him or when she would be able to see him again. She didn't know if he was beginning to feel the attachment towards her that she was towards him. Fleeting thoughts of the two of them having ice cream together or making out on a park bench had passed through her mind as he would leave her to retrieve a new toy, but she could only focus on his fingers at this moment. Her walls clinging to him as he withdrew.

His voice melted her core again as he tasted her already dripping pussy. Her soft, sweet moan was her reply.

Then she gasped, surrendering her heart to him even more as she felt his tongue glide against her pink folds. Her moans echoing the parents' private chamber as the son pleasured his new slave so well. "Ohh .... Ma-ster...", she whispered, his tongue pushing to her threshold. Her tiny bud throbbing, begging to explode for him.