Ginger Fox Part 4
"If you can get there and enter the room before the Master catches you, you win the game." I release her wrists, tapping my feet on the ground with my muscles tingling.
God! I’m so out of shape! I didn’t even take gym classes back in school, let alone after adulthood.
"And if I don’t make it?" Baby tilts her head, her smiling eyes giving me the answer.
I’m at his mercy.
"Make the hunt as difficult as you can for him." Her hand rests on my shoulder, turning my body towards the stairs. "Remember, just run to your door, that’s all."
"But how will I know it’s him?" I look at the masked men and women around us, all agitated. "And when does it start?"
"I promise you’ll know when you see him. With all the doses you’re getting from his cum, you’d spot Roy in a packed stadium." I tense my arms, knowing it’s true and there’s no arguing. "The alarm will be the music. When it starts, you run." Baby stands behind me, her hands on my shoulders, tapping slowly. "It’ll be easy, just run to the door and get inside before he catches you."
"Okay, run to the door and get into the room. I think I can do that..." I stretch my shoulders, trying to believe I can get there without being caught.
She pulls her hand away, laughing at my state and giving my butt a slap.
"Just get to the door and keep you and that pompom out of his sight." The lights go out again, increasing the noise.
"Run and keep the pompom away from him..." I’m confused by the end of her sentence, not understanding. "Wait, didn’t you say Roy was the one who made me wear this?"
My face turns when the lights come back on, but Baby is no longer behind me. I close my mouth, feeling the agony with the mask on my face.
"Baby? BABYYYY?" I stop calling for her when I see the paintings without portraits, all of them now turned into dark glass.
Quickly, I go on tiptoe, jumping to see over the people’s heads at the frame where the painting of the evening beach was. I’m sure that’s where Jonathan was watching me from. My heart skips a beat as I see the mark of a large handprint, exactly where mine was.
"Damn!" I curse quietly, trying not to become more scared than I already am.
I twist my body, squeezing between the players, trying to rip off the damn pompom. My fingers freeze the moment "Big in Japan" starts playing from the ceiling speakers. There’s an explosion, and I’m being pushed towards the stairs, along with everyone. My fingers grip the railing, my legs trembling, between the fear of falling or being caught by my hunter. My legs move quickly, trying not to be knocked down the stairs. I look up at the second floor as I approach. It’s filled with smoke, floating in the air. My body blends into the mist, cheeks burning and heart racing. The music is louder, making me only notice someone nearby when I bump into them. A high-pitched scream comes from my side, and I turn my face immediately, startled. A white door closes with a girl being dragged inside. I quicken my steps, running down the wide corridor through the fog, staying away from the doors. As the smoke clears, I find myself in a narrow corridor made of black tarps. Outstretched arms between the gaps show me feminine and masculine hands, with their fingers spread. I breathe deeply, rubbing my hands on my dress to reduce the sweat on my fingers. I let the people who had escaped the fog go ahead of me, passing in front of me. There’s no way to avoid the hands. They rub every part of their body as the corridor narrows, and when they grab an arm, they close in, holding tight. I breathe deeply, pulling air into my lungs.
When the corridor lights go out, I feel my neck prickle as his scent enters my nostrils. It’s almost like a direct link to my body. My legs are already running at full speed towards the corridor of hands. The small touch on the tip of my braid doesn’t go unnoticed, making me more energized for having let him get so close. My arms rise above my head, not giving any chance for a hand to grab me. I feel them brushing against my breasts, legs, belly, but I keep running. The lights come back on, providing a dim illumination. I breathe as fast as my heart beats. When I finally pass the last intrusive hand, I push my braid behind me, my chest heaving in agony. Looking back from where I came, after emerging from the fog, the large man in the black suit stands with his hands in his pants pockets, calm and even somewhat terrifying, testing me. I straighten my body, trying to calm my breathing, looking at his face. The shiver that runs up my spine is both fear and apprehension. The black gas mask has two medium-pointed ears, a long, thick, straight snout, and where I should see his eyes are just two hollow black holes. My stomach clenches, knowing who’s behind the customized gas mask of a Doberman. It’s Jonathan. He tilts his head, looking at me as if to say I only escaped because he let me. I puff out my chest with pride, pulling up the tight neckline of my dress and opening a wide, mischievous smile at him. With pure pleasure, I turn my rear, wiggling my butt from side to side towards Roy, so he can see the pompom moving.
"Dog!" I snarl, literally running away, looking for the next set of stairs.
***
“What the hell!” I shout angrily as I see the mirrored corridors while moving quickly.
I try not to get lost in my curiosity as I glance at the open doors. But one thing that’s impossible to handle is my endless curiosity. The moment I see a woman tied upside down, hanging from the ceiling, poised to drop if she falls, my face twists as I take in the sight of the red ropes binding her body. Her purple, swollen breasts stick out, and she whimpers as a man approaches her with a candle, dripping hot wax slowly, drop by drop, onto her stiffened and swollen nipple. I rise, kneeling, and immediately lift my fingers, rubbing my chest as if the wax were being poured on me. A red-haired girl with a cat mask stops beside me, along with two other guys. Another group of cat-masked girls appears, eagerly watching the scene of erotic torture. The man moves his fingers to her vagina, rubbing slowly, continuing to drip the wax, but moving to the other breast. I see the open door on the other side of the room behind them, where the stairs to the third floor are. More onlookers arrive, and I find myself crawling into the room with them. I stand, pressing my body against the wall, trying to pass unnoticed to the other door without interrupting the couple, but the woman’s scream makes me look back at her just in time to see the guy dripping wax onto her clitoris.
“Ouch!” I squeeze my thighs as if it were happening to me.
The second scream is loud but comes from the entrance, where the crowd of curious people is. Bodies crowd in, rushing into the room as others arrive with black masks. Among tigers, eagles, lions, I see the treacherous pompom dog in his black suit blending in with them. I throw myself to the ground, quickly crawling under the hanging woman. Her hair ends slide over my back and get tangled in the damn pompom. She screams like a goat, and her head pulls with my butt, which is tugging on her hair. I turn, trying to untangle her hair from the bunny tail, but the fear of seeing the ferocious dog approaching makes me just pull her hair hard.
“Sorry!” I shout in embarrassment, desperately crawling until I can get through the door.
I stand up awkwardly, trying to balance to avoid falling. Turning my face, I see Jonathan being blocked by the group of cat-masked women, who are trying to escape from their Masters. I smile, dusting off my dress, and blow him a kiss.