House of Wax
Synopsis: A group of teens discovers a “House of Wax” museum.
Four friends from Sycamore U travel at night to visit neighbouring Colfax College. A big party is on the cards.
Four friends find themselves lost, and, no cell reception. And then, the engine light came on as the car lost power.
Four friends find themselves outside a lone building “Wax Museum”.
It seemed like a good idea… go inside for help.
Jerome introduced himself, the keeper of the house. He urged them to look about… whilst he insisted he would call for the help they needed.
He welcomed them to look about… freely…
Inside were a number of displays, each cordoned off by a velvet rope. Each display was a life-size diorama of some ghastly display. There was a vampire display, a werewolf, the Maquis de Sade, and so forth.
Carol wandered across the room.
Carol gazed for some time at the figure of Dracula. “Carol?” Jessica called
Carol stood there almost transfixed
“Carol?” Jessica called again
Carol didn’t seem to notice.
She took a step towards the display when Jessica suddenly grabbed her
“Carol?” Jessica gasped “I was calling you!”
“Err… Sorry!” Carol blushed “I didn’t hear you"
“What’s this?”
“It says ‘Dracula’”
“Dracula?” Jessica laughed, “I thought Dracula was supposed to be a guy”
“Yeah, I thought so…”
“Dracula is actually a woman’s name” John said “The ‘a’ at the end makes it a feminine proper noun”
“Freaking geek!” Brad said, grabbing John and putting him into a headlock
“Ow!” John yelped “That hurt”
“Big girl” Brad laughed as he released him
“This place is dope” Brad said as he moved around the room.
He went over to another display “The Werewolf”
He chuckled. The werewolf was more man-like; upright, bipedal, and wearing a dinner jacket
Brad laughed
He noticed it was hairy around the groin so he wondered if it were really a man
“Have they put ball in?” he thought aloud
He decided to step over the velvet rope and into the display to check
Suddenly he was in a forest at night
“What the fuck?” he gasped
He spun around “Hey, guys?” he called out “Jessica? Carol? Hey, anyone?”
His eyes tried to adjust to the moonlight dim. The forest shadows danced about making his eyes dart to and fro at every imagined movement
He heard a howl, in the distance.
He shivered.
Brad began to stumble about, and he soon found a foot-worn path. But which way? He heard the howl again and decided to go in the opposite direction to that eerie noise
There was a louder howl
Brad began to run. He heard the sound of footprints. He spun around. “What are you?” he cried. There was nothing there.
“I’m not afraid!” he trembled.
He heard a low growl. He spun around… just as it attacked.
“Help me!” he shrieked as the werewolf threw him to the ground
“Help!” but there was no one there to listen
The werewolf spun him onto his stomach. And then Brad made an effort to crawl away
Suddenly it grabbed his left ankle. Then it tore at his pants. Brad’s mind screamed as he felt the werewolf climb up onto him. And then he felt it, it’s dog-like cock, pointy, push in between his ass cheeks
“Nooooo! Pleassssseeee!” he cried, “Not that!”
And then the werewolf pushed into him. Its cock was narrow at the tip but there was huge bulbous mass about six inches down, and this was now stretching Brad’s asshole open.
“No! No! No!” he cried
And then the creature started humping him.
Brad’s own cock grew hard, and strained against his pants.
“Nooo” he cried “Nnnn-nnn-oh-mmmm-mmmm-oooohhh” he sang
The werewolf suddenly came. Brad’s rectum was filled with hot seed.
And then Brad came too. He couldn’t believe how hot it made him feel as the creature fucked him.
When he came to his senses the creature was not on him anymore.
Brad got up, and twisted around trying to find his assailant. Hot wolf-cum oozed out his ass and down his inner thigh. He farted, shooting more out onto the ground.
His own cock stuck to his pants, glued with his cooling semen.
Brad suddenly felt sick. He doubled over. He spewed.
His whole jaw seemed to push out of his mouth. The hairs on his arms grew thick
His hips cracked as bones changed alignment
He cried out in pain.
His next cry was a howl
His head craned skywards, his back arching and he howled. He howled at the moon.
“Hey, come look at this…” Carol said to her friends
They walked over to the life-sized diorama
“Werewolf howls at moon” Jessica said as she leaned over the rope barrier to read the card.
The wax figure was of a bipedal werewolf, partially clothed.
“That looks like Brad’s jacket!” Carol said. The figure had a “Sycamore U” jacket on.
“Yes” Jessica agreed as she reached over the barrier to grab it
“Careful” John said as he caught her as she lost balance
“Thanks!” she said as she fell back into his arms
They held each other for a moment and then both blushed embarrassed. John had always had a crush on the buxom blonde cheerleader.
He put her down.
Carol playfully slapped her friend’s ass. John smiled.
Embarrassed also Jessica made her way over to the vampire display again. She looked at the vampire wax figure.
“Dracula” she said aloud again, reading the name-plate. Dracula was indeed a woman. She was dark in features, like a Romanian. She had a prominent widow’s peak and her hair was parted up the middle.
She wore clothes that looked quite modern. Her breasts were large, not so much as Jessica’s.
Jessica found herself tugging on her cheerleader sweater.
She took out her lipstick and it fell and rolled under the velvet rope.
“Shit!” Jessica gasped
She stepped over the rope.
Suddenly she found herself in a cold stone courtyard. She was outside a large wall.
“Hello?” she called, confused she looked around
“Guys?” she called again
“Hello” came a voice out of the shadows
“What have we here?” came another voice
Suddenly four men emerged from the shadows
Jessica was backed against the wall almost immediately as the men moved to form a semi-circle around her. Ominously they were all leering at her
“What kind of clothes are these?” one of the men said reaching out and pulling on the hem of her sweater
“Hey!” she spat
He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand
“Don’t resist” he said
“I’m calling the police” she said and then remembered her cell phone wasn’t working
“What is this?” one man said grabbing it off of her
“Hey” she said, “I want that back”
He looked it over
“What do you think this is?”
“I don’t care… “ one said, taking it and throwing it away, “Let’s just do her… and get it over with”
“Nooo!” she cried
Jessica was so scared she collapsed onto the ground
A shadow above her, on the wall caught her attention. She looked up to see a woman’s face, the woman, was crawling down the wall towards her, face first
“What the…?” Jessica began
The woman sprung suddenly to the ground
“What are you men doing here?”
“I’m sorry, Countess” one of them grovelled
All the men were clearly afraid of her.
They backed away without her having to say another word.
She turned and looked down at Jessica. She smiled and offered her hand
“Come” she said “They will not bother you again”
Jessica took the woman’s hand. It was soft, yet cool to the touch. The woman reefed her to her feet.
Jessica was surprised at how strong the woman was.
“I…” she began
“Tell me your name”
“Jessica” she said “Jessica Chastain”
“I am the Countess Dracula” the woman said
“The vampire?”
Dracula stopped stunned. She was surprised that the young woman had asked her that.
“Where are you from?” she asked, regaining her composure
“Boston”
“England?”
“Is there a Boston in England?” Jessica said
“Yes”
“Well, I’m from Boston, America”
“Ah, the colonies”
“Colonies?”
“Yes, I read about them in Voltaire’s recent book”
“Voltaire?” Jessica said “I’ve never heard of him… is he like on cable tv?”
Both women stared at each other, confused by the other
“You speak so strangely” Dracula said
“So do you….”, she stopped “Oh, look, I don’t mean to be rude… I’m quite in favour of immigration”
“Immigration”
“Yes, you’ve come here to the States"
“States?” Dracula said “This is Wallachia"
“Where?”
“Wallachia… “
“Is that near Buffalo?”
“You are so strange” Dracula said, “But where are my manners, please, won’t you come into my castle?”
“Castle?” Jessica said… “Yes… how did I get here?”
“You don’t know?”
“No” Jessica said “One minute I’m…”
“Please let us talk inside” Dracula interrupted
“I don’t know”
“You want to come inside” Dracula said
“I want to come inside” Jessica said
“Good, then it’s settled” Dracula smiled
She lead Jessica to the castle gate. Jessica thought she didn’t want to go, but now she did. This was very confusing.
The gate was open, but it closed once they entered.
“Come” Dracula said
She lead her across the courtyard
“This is a big place” Jessica said
They went into the Keep
“I will show you to your room” Dracula said, she looked concerned to the eastern sky as it began to grow light
“I…” Jessica began
“You want to stay here” Dracula said, staring into Jessica’s eyes
“I want to stay here…” Jessica said
Dracula lead her to her room. It had a huge heavy wooden door.
The room was large. There was a four-poster bed.
The windows were covered by wooden boards.
The room was lit by candle light which isn’t very bright. It meant that portions of the room were coated in shadows.
“Take off your clothes” Dracula said
“What?” Jessica said, but she began peeling off her sweater. She wore a bra underneath
“What is this?” Dracula laughed looking at the strange piece of clothing
“What’s happening?”
“You want to get undressed”
“I do” Jessica smiled and pulled off her pants and then her panties
“You shave off your hair?” Dracula gasped
Jessica looked down at her bare cunt. She felt embarrassed and covered herself with her hands
“No, don’t do that” Dracula said
Jessica found her hands fall to the sides of her body
“Fascinating” Dracula said, “You know I could just make you mine” she said
“Please….” Jessica cried
“But, I want you to beg to have me” Dracula smiled…
Meanwhile John moved to the exhibit of the Marquis de Sade.
John saw a gold chain hanging from his wax hand. Is it real? Naturally he looked around to make sure no one was watching. He reached over to grab it when he tripped and fell into the exhibit.
Next thing John found himself in the parlour of some well-to-do house. And, what was odder was he was dressed in…well, a dress.
He picked himself up.
There were two men there, one obviously a servant.
There was also a beautiful, petite French woman there, hanging from ropes from the ceiling.
She was facing belly, flat, parallel, but above to the floor, but her arms and legs were crossed over her back and each individually roped to a large knot above her, then a single rope to the ceiling.
As she spun her sex was clearly displayed for anyone to see. She was hairless. She was quite petite.
One man had in his hand a whip.
John noticed the maid had bright pink welts on the inside of her legs. Obviously she was being beaten there and upon her sex
“Where am I?” John said tripping over the dress he was wearing.
“You… are Engleeesh?” the man with the whip said
“I am American”
“Ah, mon dieu” he said, ‘“I am Donatien Alphonse François,” he said, bowing
“…the Marquis de Sade” Albert the servant added
“At your service” the Marquis added with a wry smile. “What brings such a pretty maid to these parts?”
“I… I am no maid” John said
“But… mademoiselle you dress the part”
“I don’t know how I go here, or how I ended up in these clothes”
“You say those clothes are not yours?”
“No”
“Then you must take them off!” he grinned, “At once!”
“What?” John growled.
Albert stepped over to help him when John went to punch him
He caught Albert hard on the side of the face sending the older man tumbling. Albert was surprised
The Marquis skipped up and down, clapping wildly excited.
“My dear” he giggled, “Splendid! Splendid”
He turned to the maid “Maybe the beauty will prevail where the beast could not” he said. He pulled on a rope and suddenly she was freed, falling slowly, gracefully to the floor. “Annette… go to him…Show him your …. charms”
Annette was only five feet tall. She was tiny.. truly ‘petite’.
She moved with singular purpose towards John as Albert still lay on the floor smarting, groaning in pain.
She moved like a cat after a prize… and he was the prize.
John was caught in her gaze.
She smiled
She moved closer. He could not look away from her large brown eyes.
“I…” he began to speak
“Shhhh” she whispered.
He could not say anything more
She moved around him and undid the bows on his dress
John looked to the side and saw a large wall of mirrors. He realised he had a woman’s wig on, and his face, he had lipstick, rouge on his cheeks, and make-up.
The dress fell away from him and he stood there naked
What was more shocking to him is his cock stood straight and hard
“Well done, my dear. Well done” the Marquis said
“Oh to look at your womanly charms” the Marquis added and he was not looking at Annette.
John tried to speak. Annette gently picked up his hand and keeping her eyes on his as she walked, lead him over to the Marquis
John saw the Marquis was already unbuttoning the front of his trousers. “Please noooo” he screamed in his mind
“You will not resist” she said to him as if she sensed his thoughts
“Can you read my mind?” he said in his mind
“Yes” she said, “You will submit… and you will enjoy it”
“I… I will submit… noooo… nooo… I must… I must submit…noooo” his mind struggled
“He is ready for you, my Lord” Annette said
“Well done” the Marquis said as he felt John’s hairy but firm ass cheeks
“Such beautiful skin” he gasped.
The Marquis guided John to bend over a wooden vaulting horse. “Please…. noooooo” John cried in his mind.
He looked up and saw Annette smiling “You will obey!”
“I will obey” he said
The Marquis pressed his cock up into John
John cried out in pain
The Marquis didn’t care about the hurt he was causing. If anything it was sauce to sweeten his own pleasure.
He pushed up hard into John’s rectum
“Enjoy it…” Annette whispered in his ear
“It hurts…”
“You enjoy the pain”
“I enjoy the pain” John said and he suddenly pushed back onto the Marquis.
“Look at him take to it” the Marquis gasped with delight.
John pushed back and began riding the Marquis’ cock.
It hurt
But he enjoyed it
He slammed his ass back down, up and down against the Frenchman’s short but fat cock.
Then the Marquis came. As he did John groaned with delight and came too. He shot his load over the wooden horse.
Annette came up to them and glided to her knees. Both men faced her now and she took one, then the other cock in her mouth.. then both together.
She lapped at their cocks. John smiled weakly. He knew it was wrong… what he had just done.
“You must always be my little flower” the Marquis said
“Yes” John smiled
“But for now… my Albert also needs relief”
“Yes, Master” John smiled as he turned and went over to Albert, still on the floor
Albert tried squirming away
“I am here to serve you” John whispered
He reached down. Albert was worried he was going to be hit but John started unbuttoning his pants
He pulled Albert’s cock free and then moved forward and straddling Albert sank back impaling his asshole on Albert’s short fat cock.
“Fuck me” John purred. He raised the tone of his voice
He gazed back at his dress and delighted that he would be wearing it for his masters.
Carol was looking for her friends. She passed the de Sade exhibit and saw that a figure was being fucked from behind whilst suspended by ropes. The figure was in a dress, but as Carol craned her head she was surprised to see that it was in fact a man in a dress. She couldn’t see his face, but she could see his cock hanging down underneath.
“Disgusting” she said
“What is disgusting?” Jerome said, appearing out of nowhere
“My goodness” Carol jumped “You startled me”
“What was disgusting?”
“Never mind that… where are my friends?”
“They are still here… around” he smiled wryly, “They have not left”
She turned around and saw only all the exhibits. “John!” she called “John?”
No answer.
“What have you done with them?” she said
Jerome drew closer
Suddenly Carol, reaching into her handbag drew a pistol
“My dear!” Jerome chuckled… there is no need for that…
“Where are my friends?”
“I told you… they are all still here…”
“Jessica?” she called looking around
“You friend is here…” he smiled
“What? Where?”
“Come…” he said, “Look”
As he moved she sharpened her hold on the gun. Jerome was a little frightened and he moved back across the room carefully… not to alarm her lest she get trigger-happy
“Where is she…?”
“Here” he said pointing to the exhibit
“What are you talking about?”
“Take a look…”
Carol drew closer to the Dracula exhibit
There was the female vampire, she was holding in one arm her victim… a woman
And Dracula’s mouth was open just slightly, enough to see her fangs
Her victim’s top was open… exposing her breasts. One breast displayed puncture marks in it.
The face of the victim was ecstatic. The victim wore a long blonde wig.
Suddenly Carol recognised the face… it was Jessica.
“Jessica?” she cried, “What did you do to her?”
“I have done nothing” Jerome said
“Jessica?”
Carol opened the velvet rope.
Jerome got hard with anticipation. “Step in… “ he said, “Take her”
Carol was just about to step into the display when she felt something odd about how Jerome was ringing his hands in anticipation
She didn’t know what, but she suspected a trap…
She stopped and stepped back and pointed the gun at Jerome
“Pick her up”
“What?”
“I said pick her up”
“No… you must… please… just step into the display”
“Pick her up!” Carol said. She fired into Jerome’s thigh “I insist!”
Jerome howled in pain
“It’s only a flesh wound” she smiled, “The next one will be at something you might miss…” she said as she pointed to his groin
“You dumb bitch” he frothed at the mouth, “You must not ruin everything”
She shook the gun menacingly, directing him to do as she asked
He hobbled into the display and untangled Jessica from the arms of the vampire
“Bring her out” Carol insisted
“No!”
Carol fired again, this time at his shoulder
He howled in pain, dropping Jessica. Jessica fell like a thud… she was made out of wax too
Carol reached down and grabbed Jessica’s hand and with some effort began pulling her free of the display. As she did Jessica’s wax body became flesh again.
“No!” Jerome cursed, he swore at her “You stupid cunt!” he spat “That’s not meant to be”
Jessica was pulled free
She suddenly coughed and gasped as if she’d been awoken from a deep sleep
“Where…am….?” Jessica gasped “Carol? What’s….? What’s happening?
“You cunt!” Jerome howled and launched himself at Carol. She was in a bad position still holding her friend.
Carol managed to roll to one side, turn and fire, shooting into the side of Jerome’s head
His head seemed to explode from the gunshot.
And as he fell lifeless to the floor all the displays suddenly burst into flames.
Carol looked about the room in shock as every one lit up. She thought about her friends - if they had been wax figures in those displays.
“Brad?” Jessica whimpered
“Please Jessica, we must leave” Carol said
Jessica struggled as if slightly drunk but got to her feet with help
Flames were roaring up to the high ceiling, fuelled by the wax of the figures.
“Where are the others?” Jessica cried
“Please, hurry” Carol urged
She grabbed Jessica and lead her through the flames to make it outside into the night air
The heat was intense and they backed away to the other side of their car.
“Where are the others?” Jessica cried again
“I don’t know” Carol also cried, “I think they are still in there”
“Noooo” Jessica wailed, “Brad!”
As she was dragged along the ornate blonde wig fell from her head, revealing her natural brunette bob underneath
Carol held onto Jessica. “You’re so cold” Carol said as she rubbed her arms up and down Jessica’s sides
“You’re alright, aren’t you?” Carol asked
She noticed Jessica’s top was still open, exposing her left breast. Just above her generous areolae were two deep puncture marks
“What happened to you?” Carol asked
“I… I’m so hungry” Jessica said
“What?”
Jessica’s head lifted up and she opened her mouth, her upper canines drew down into fangs.
“Jessica?” Carol trembled
“You will not resist” she said as she drew back close to Carol, and she pulled back Carol’s top to expose her neck better
Carol found herself unable to move as she felt Jessica’s mouth press down on her trembling skin
“Ow” she gasped as incisors cut into her flesh
Carol sighed as she heard slurping.
Jessica gurgled as she fed. Carol gasped and was surprised that she came. Hearing her own orgasm seemed odd and distant… but she was content
Carol, as if in a daze closed the trunk of her car. Jessica nestled in there, as the sun began to rise. “Yes, Mistress” Carol said as she locked the trunk, hearing Jessica in her mind.
The flames brought the attention of locals, and then local officials
“Are you alright, Miss?” a fireman asked walking up to her
Carol stood there in a daze. Staring at her car. Listening to Jessica.
He turned to his colleague who had a medical bag. The woman took out some stuff and attended to the bleeding on Carol’s neck
“Only minor cuts” the woman smiled, assuringly
“Miss?” he asked again
“I … I was lucky to get out” Carol said, looking back at the still flaming building
“Yes… you were”
“Was there anyone else in there?”
“No” she lied. “I was the only one”
“You know…” the firewoman said to her colleague “I didn’t even know this place was here”
“Neither did I” he said
“What do you make of her?” she said as they both looked to Carol who seemed to watch everyone with a maniacal smile.
“Trauma?” he said shrugging his shoulders
“She’s lucky”
“So where do you want this car towed?” Bill Putnam said coming up to them from his truck…
“I don’t know” the firewoman said, “Ask her…” and pointed over to Carol
The firefighters went to help their pals douse the building as Carol directed the car be towed to the local town.
Carol smiled as the car was hooked up
“Yes, Mistress” she smiled as it was. “You are safe…Yes, mistress. I will protect you always”
She watched the car being towed as the sun rose. She would field all the questions the police would direct, then pick up the car and drive her new mistress home… to feed