The Lewd Haunted House

"Here we are!"

The four girls stopped at the entrance to the fantastical amusement park in front of them. They had decided to take a day to themselves and go here together and have fun, just the four of them.

"Ooooooh, there's so many things to do, I want to do them all!!" Sam exclaimed as she shook with excitement. She was a part-time model, and due to juggling that and school, she didn't usually get a chance to go out and do stuff like this. She rushed up to the front, paid for her entrance, and bounded inside. The others laughed as they followed her. Mel brushed a strand of brown hair out of her face as she grabbed a map as they entered. The three girls found Sam standing there waiting eagerly.

"There's so much to do, but I'm not sure where to start!" Sam said with a huge smile on her face. She was almost bouncing on her feet, making her blonde curls bounce as well.

"You sound like a little kid, you know." Emma remarked, but Sam didn't seem to care. When Sam noticed Mel had a map, she crept over and looked over her shoulder, wanting to see all the options.

"Well, there's several things we can do." Mel said as they gathered around the map. She was always the one to take charge and plan things out. "There's the roller coasters, Ferris wheel, haunted house, dunk tank, and more." She looked up at the others. "What do you guys want to do?"

"Well, I want to go to the haunted house!" Sam said as she stepped back. "Who wants to come with me!" Sam eagerly waited for a volunteer, but no one spoke up. She looked around to see hesitant faces.

"Sorry, I don't really like haunted houses." Mel said.

"Me neither, I don't really like them." Jean said.

"I think they're dumb, to be honest." Emma chimed in. Sam's face fell.

"Well, it's no fun going by yourself, so someone is coming with me, even if I have to drag you!" Sam exclaimed. She looked around, ready to pounce. Jean leaned over to Mel and whispered something in her ear. Mel nodded, and after a moment, the two sprinted away. Emma turned to see them, which left an opening for Sam to wrap her arms around her small frame, trapping her. "Guess it's you!"

"Urgh, fine." Emma conceded, readjusting her glasses after Sam had messed them up. "But I'm not gonna like it, so don't expect anything."

"That's fine!" Sam said happily. Emma had to admit she felt like Sam's giddiness would help make up for the boring time she was gonna have.

Well, it seemed like it would be boring, but it would turn out to be anything but.

"Let's go!" Sam said, releasing her, but grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the direction of the house. Emma groaned but had no choice, so she walked along.

It didn't take long to reach it. As Emma expected, it looked like a stereotypical haunted manor. Cobwebs covered the dark outside, and the house appeared to be falling apart. Emma did have to give it credit though; it sure was big. But then that also meant it would take longer to get through.

"Welp, let's go!" Sam said as she pulled Emma along. The two stepped inside the manor, into the darkness.

Sam and Emma walked through the dark hallways lit only by artificial candles. Sam was smiling happily while Emma walked behind her.

"You know the point of a haunted house is to scare you right?" Emma said. "So I feel like you being so happy means it's not doing its job."

"I mean, yeah, but I'm just happy to be doing something like this with one of my friends." she said, and Emma paused for a second. She felt a slight blush cover her face as she smiled. "Besides, I haven't actually been scared by one of these for a long time." Sam continued. "I just like seeing how much work each of them gets, and even if I'm not scared of them anymore, they don't often have jumpscares that get you even when you aren't afraid." Emma did have to admit she had a point, and went silent with slight guilt.

"Sorry for being negative." Emma apologized, but Sam shook her head as she turned around to face her.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you're here with me!" Sam said. "Just try to enjoy it, okay?"

"No promises." Emma said, but smiled. Sam smiled and nodded, before turning back around and continuing onward.

They walked for a minute or so without anything happening.

"You know, with it being so big, I would've expected more." Emma said.

"They're probably trying to give you a false sense of security." she said. They continued for a bit before suddenly, something shot down from the ceiling as a booming sound rang out. Sam jumped in surprise as a life-size skeleton was suddenly right in front of her. Once she had recovered, she laughed .

"At least it wasn't plastic." Sam said, and watched as the skeleton rose back up into the ceiling. However, the skeleton snagged onto her jacket, and forcefully pulled it off of Sam before she could stop it, taking it away into the ceiling. Sam and Emma stared in shock.

"Man, I liked that jacket..." Sam said as she pouted.

"Well that was unexpected." Emma said. "Maybe we should just keep going? We can see if someone can get it back for us when we're done."

"Alright." Sam said, and continued moving forward down the dark hallways with Emma right behind her.

Sam continued to pout about the lost jacket as they walked down the hallways. The amusement Emma had gotten from it had quickly faded, and once again was replaced with boredom. However, after hearing those words from Sam, she couldn't back down now; it would be such an awful thing to do. So she decided to stick it out. Who knows, maybe something else exciting will happen?

And indeed it did.

They were walking along when Emma suddenly realized that Sam had fallen behind her. Emma stopped and turned to face her. Sam was examining a doorway they had just passed through.

"Hey, don't you think this doorway looks...odd?" Sam asked. Emma walked over to see, but she couldn't see what Sam was talking about. Maybe if it was a bit brighter, then she could see it.

"I don't see anything." Emma answered.

"Maybe it's because I've been in more of these kinds of things, but I swear this looks like-"

Suddenly, the door slammed closed, startling both girls. Sam had leapt back, leaving her in just the right position for the door to slam into one of her sleeves. Sam tugged at it, but it didn't budge.

"Come on! Are you serious?! How tightly is this closed?!" Sam exclaimed. Sam continued to tug, to no avail.

"I think you have to leave it behind." Emma said. Sam turned to her, her face paling.

"B-but...then I'll only have a bra on!" Sam said, her face turning from pale to red.

"Well I don't see another solution." Emma said. "If you keep tugging, it could rip. We can ask for help with the shirt too. The door has to be opened some time. It'll be fine." Sam stared sadly at the sleeve for a few moments before sighing.

"Fine..." Sam said. With one hand, she struggled a bit, but managed to pull the shirt off, leaving it in the door. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying her best to cover her plain red bra. Emma couldn't help but fix her gaze on her friend's rather large chest. Her face was a nice shade of red, matching the bra. "J-just...please don't look."

"Alright, alright." she agreed, and Sam walked back in front of her. Emma smiled to herself as she followed. Yeah, she knew it was embarrassing for her friend, but it was also very amusing to Emma. So they continued down the surprisingly long haunted house.

"Freaking stupid haunted house, taking my clothes away..." Sam mumbled to herself as they went, and Emma continued to smile to herself as she stared at Sam's back. This was definitely becoming more interesting than she had expected. She only hoped more would happen.

"How much longer is this?" Sam asked in annoyance. "This is the worst experience I've had in one..."

"Aw, come on. At least it'll be a funny story to tell, right?" Emma offered. That seemed to cheer Sam up a bit.

"Yeah, I guess." she said. "But, can we maybe just keep this a secret from the boys? I'm okay with the girls knowing, but-" Emma laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't tell." Emma answered. Well, she wouldn't tell them *immediately*. Just eventually.

"It almost seems bigger on the inside." Sam said, accidentally making a reference that made Emma smile.

"Well it seems we're kind of looping around, and while it looks like a manor on the outside, it's really all just a bunch of hallways on the inside." Emma explained. "It's kind of clever, I'll give it that. But not very exciting; it kind of limits what they can do."

"Yeah, I guess so." Sam agreed. "But I mean still, I-" Suddenly, once again, the girls were surprised as the floor opened up underneath Sam, and she fell into a trapdoor. Emma rushed over immediately, but the hole wasn't very deep. Sam landed on her butt, in a daze.

"You okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Sam said, and stood. Her head poked above the top when she stood. "Seems kind of dangerous, though..."

"Can you get out?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, there's a ladder." Sam said, walking over to said ladder. She grasped it, and quickly began climbing up. Just as her waist was past the top, she felt a snag. She looked down and was horrified to see that her pants were caught on one of the doors of the trapdoor. Sam pulled at it, crying out in annoyance that this was happening yet again, when she heard a tear. She froze and slowly looked down to see a giant hole in the side of the pants, allowing her panties to be visible. "No no no..." she cried, and tried to get herself out, but it was no use. She flopped onto the floor as her pants tore nearly in half on the slightly rusted doors. Her shoes also snagged onto it, so they slid off her feet into the pit. Sam pulled herself out and turned to retrieve them, but was shocked when the doors closed, sealing off her destroyed pants and shoes.

"WHAT?!" Sam cried out.

"I think there was probably a sensor or something." Emma said. "But..." Emma looked down at Sam, who was now clad in just a red bra, matching red panties, and socks. Her panties were lowered slightly, showing off some crack. Sam squealed as she turned around and shot to protect her modesty.

"Why is this happening?!" Sam asked aloud. Emma tried to suppress her laugh.

"Come on. Get up." Emma said as she held out a hand. Sam looked up at her in confusion. "We should keep moving, and get out as fast as we can, right?" Sam took a second before sighing again and nodding. She took Emma's hand and got up. Once she was up, she covered herself again.

"I swear, if I lose anything else..." Sam didn't finish the thought, and instead started to speed walk down the halls. Emma followed eagerly, enjoying this house more and more.

"How much longer?!" Sam cried out as she continued to speed walk through the hallways. Emma was keeping a steady pace behind. She couldn't help but watch Sam's panty-clad hips sway as she walked. She couldn't help but stare as they cupped her cheeks tightly, leaving little to the imagination. No wonder she was a model.

They rounded a corner, Sam's momentum not stopping for a second. She took a step and jumped as something whizzed down in front of her. It looked like a blade! Sam was frozen in fear, surprised that a place like this would have a suit of armor on the wall that swung down a blade, before she took another look at it. When she really looked, even in the near darkness, she could tell it was fake. She growled. She didn't want to deal with this anymore! She just wanted to leave!

She pushed past as the blade went back up. She was too distracted and focused on getting out that she didn't notice when it managed to slip up inside her bra, causing it to snap open when she stormed away. The loose bra fell to the floor and was left behind by the rushing Sam. Meanwhile, Emma watched in absolute shock. Was this...a curse? That was too perfect.

Emma walked forward and stared down at the red bra. How did she not notice? Emma smirked as she picked up the bra and slid it into her pocket. This was gonna be interesting.

Sam continued to rush. She was going fast enough that she could feel a slight breeze, which became stronger as she decided to just sprint. She barely made it very far before she noticed that her breasts seemed to be bouncing a lot. She looked down and her breath hitched as she saw that she was completely topless. She skid to a halt and shrieked as she covered her chest. She stood there in confusion before she finally realized: the suit of armor. Had it stolen her bra?!

Immediately, she turned on her heel and rushed back towards the suit of armor. She rounded a corner and crashed straight into Emma, tackling her to the floor, and burying her face in her chest. Sam felt her face go red as she felt Emma's breath on her breast, and leapt off of her. Emma sat up and readjusted her glasses, her own face red as well. She knew she admired her friend's body, but she hadn't expected to get semi-motorboated by her. Not that it had been a bad thing.

"Emma! I-I'm sorry!" Sam said. "M-my bra! It's gone!"

"Huh?" Emma tried to act surprised. "You were going so fast, I hadn't even noticed."

"So you didn't see where it went?" Sam asked dejectedly.

"Nope." Emma lied.

"I need to check that suit of armor." Sam said as she pushed past Emma, desperately covering her chest, though their size made that a little difficult. Emma followed her with a large grin on her face.

Once they got back to it, Sam frantically searched the area for her bra, to no avail. "No no no!! There's no way!" Sam shouted. She turned to look further down the way they came, but it was closed off, likely so they couldn't go back. "You've got to be kidding me!! I can't go out like this!!"

"You don't really have a choice. I don't think you can just stay here." Emma pointed out. Sam shook and groaned.

"But...but..." Sam said. She almost seemed like a kid throwing a tantrum. "Fine! But as soon as we get out, you need to help do something about this!!" Emma nodded. "Can you...be in front?"

"What, so stuff can happen to me?" Emma asked.

"No! I just...want to hide behind you when we get out..." Sam said, and Emma laughed.

"I'm kidding. That's fine." Emma said, and turned around. "Come on." She started walking with Sam in tow. Emma couldn't stop thinking about how the only thing protecting Sam was basically near nudity was a single, thin piece of fabric over her crotch.

How was she gonna lose it?

They walked like that for a little bit, Sam walking dejectedly behind Emma as they came closer and closer to the exit.

"Hey what are you gonna do when we get there?" Sam asked.

"You can hide while I contact the others." Emma said.

"Why can't you get them now?" Sam asked.

"Phone service doesn't work in here for some reason." Emma said. It was a lie, as she had actually contacted the others to meet them at the exit. Sam wouldn't be able to check since her phone had been left behind with her pants.

"M-my phone...!" Sam said as she realized that herself, and quietly whined. They continued in silence, but the more they walked, the more excited Emma got.

Finally, they rounded one last corner, and they saw a bright light at the end; the exit. Sam laughed and ran for it, passing Emma before she could react. Emma quickly noticed a camera above the ending doorway, the one where they take a final picture of the people. An idea struck Emma and she rushed forward as fast as she could. Just as Sam made it to the end, there was a loud booming noise followed by a magical laugh as steam shot from the walls. Sam shrieked in surprise, and just as the camera snapped a photo, Emma lunged and grabbed onto Sam's panties, pulling them down as she fell, all the way to her ankles, allowing the camera to snap a picture of a fully exposed Sam. Her shaved pussy was in full view, and, strangely, even seemed to be a little...moist...

Sam stood frozen on the spot in shock. Then, her face went beet red, and she shrieked once again. In a panic, she stepped forward and tumbled to the floor, since Emma was still holding her panties. Emma watched as Sam crashed to the ground, having a great view of her ass and even her pussy, which she took a mental snapshot of for later use. Emma smiled and pulled the panties completely off her feet, and Sam rushed to her feet before running for the exit.

When she made it out, she crashed into someone and instead of tackling them like Emma, she tumbled backwards onto her butt. She sat for a moment as she regained her senses. When she did, she looked up to see Jean and Mel looking down at her. Mel had her hands over her mouth, eyes wide, while Jean simply stared openmouthed. It took another moment before Sam realized with how she had landed, her legs were open, and she was flashing the two, showing them everything. She quickly covered herself as best as she could, her face more red than it had ever been as she whined in shame. Meanwhile, Emma walked out behind her, beaming as she twirled Sam's panties around her finger.

"That was way more fun than I thought!" Emma said with a giggle.