Warning: This story features bondage and sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 29 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Ghost and Forgotten.

I followed closely behind Sandy as we traversed the twists and turns of the dark narrow passages.

In nearly every room we passed through, someone was preparing for their role. A witch getting her face painted green. A zombie inserting pearly white eye contacts. A werewolf squeezing into a fursuit. A vampire adjusting his fangs (ironically by looking in a mirror).

Even with the lights fully on, the haunted tour’s set design was impressively spooky. It had a dilapidated cabin front, stained walls with foreboding bloody writing, a big bubbling cauldron, bats and imps swinging around on wires, and hidden speakers playing an eerie backing track with the occasional blood-curdling scream.

Most impressively, there was a large animatronic devil right inside the tour’s entrance. Sandy was the engineering genius behind all the moving parts. She’d been begging for me to help her out with one of the rooms, despite my insistence that horror wasn’t my forte and I probably couldn’t even scare a toddler.

“You’ll definitely scare people Nina, I promise you!” was her consistent response.

We reached my designated room near the end of the route. The visitor's path curved around the edge of the room, running around the larger cordoned-off area. There were lights, fans and smoke machines on the ground.

The main feature was a huge hydraulic arm of some sort. The base was at the far corner, and it rose into the air as it extended towards the path. There was a seat attached to the raised end, with a complex array of metal plates and joints around it.

“Aaand this is your station!”

Sandy pulled out and unfolded a stepladder, setting it down beside the arm.

“I have to get up into that?”

“Yep! Think of it like a cherry picker crane.”

“So I move it around?”

“Uh yeah. Something like that.”

I stepped towards the small ladder, about to ascend.

“Uhhm. Before we get you all settled in... you need to strip.”

“What?!”

“Your clothes are too bulky. Don’t worry though, you’ll still be fully covered up. Please Nina? Pleeease!”

Sandy made a praying-hands pose and blinked puppy-dog eyes at me. I groaned and begrudgingly slipped off my top and skirt.

“Yaaay! Okay, up you get.”

As I approached the stepladder she extended a hand to help steady me. I carefully ascended while gripping her hand rather tightly. I caught her eyeing my butt in its bright red panties as I reached the top.

“Sit just in here. And you legs go... here...”

I settled into the small angled seat. My legs, rather than dangling in the air, were folded up and lowered into large holsters, like I was kneeling mid-air.

“Alright! Now I need to strap you in fully.”

She started pulling leather straps and snapping metallic strips closed all around me, crossing over my limbs, torso and neck. My arms were arranged into a “Hands in the air!” surrender type of pose, held out at either side with palms up. I could sway my forearms about a small amount, but my biceps were locked in place, so I couldn’t reach inwards. I couldn’t even scratch my nose if it itched!

“Sandy, this is a bit more... restrictive than I’d expected.”

“All for your safety. This mechanical arm is going to swing you about in the air, so you need to be strapped in securely. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun! Like you’re flying.”

“So what am I actually supposed to be?”

Sandy reached down and pulled up a huge white sheet for me to see.

“A ghost!”

“A ghost? But if this thing moves on its own, why do you even need me?”

“Well, it’ll be much more authentic with someone inside making noises than some tinny recording.”

“Not if I’m the one making the noises! Sandy I told you I'm no good at this sort of... what is that?”

Sandy was holding a strange small tube with straps dangling from one end in her hand.

“It’s for you. Open wide~”

“Huh? No... no Sandy don’t. I don’t want to b-mmghh... nngaaahh!”

I rattled against the metal frame, unable to even move my head as Sandy leaned in with this menacing extra piece. She shoved the tube into my mouth, pushing it all the way inside despite my feeble attempts at resistance.

It felt like a combination of a cock-gag and a ring-gag. My mouth was stuffed to the back of my throat, but the gag was hollow and held my lips open very wide. As a result, my voice took on a guttural echoing quality.

“Uuuaghhh... gehhhg ihhh aaahhh!”

“Ooh sounds amazing!”

She acted like my frustrated yells for release were merely me testing out the gag sounds, as she arranged the behind-the-head strap and chin-strap to keep the gag in.

“Let’s get your outfit on.”

Sandy lifted and arranged the white sheet over me. It drooped over my body entirely, my head and raised hands forming three raised bumps, with the fluttering bottom end reaching just below my bent knees. The head had three big black spots representing the eyes and open mouth. I could see out, but others couldn’t see in.

“Awesome! So there’s one last important piece. Well, two technically. You might want to brace yourself.”

“Ooaghh? Waahhh aahh yyuhhh... HAAAH?!”

Sandy dipped under the sheet, reached between my legs, and pulled my panties down! My shock and rage was interrupted by Sandy pushing some odd gadget up in their place.

“Uhh? GAAHHBHLAHHNGAH!”

Two very large, very invasive objects shoved their way up inside my two uncovered holes. They were attached to a thick strap that Sandy pulled up between my legs, plunging the intruders as deep as they could go. She finished by pulling my panties back up over it.

“Nice! And that’s it, we’re good to go. Let’s get you activated!”

She descended the stepladder and removed it, leaving me stuck suspended in the mechanical arm’s seat, strapped in tight, tube-gagged and plug-filled.

Sandy stepped out of the cordoned-off area, knelt down beside a control panel and flicked a few switches. A smoke machine started filling the area below me with mist. A few fans pointing at me made the white sheet ripple and flitter. The arm whirred and jerked, starting to move. But the activation that I really took notice off...

“Aaahhahhh! GAaaahhhhah!!”

The two plugs inside me began vibrating like crazy!

“Oops, sorry! I was standing in front of the motion detector.”

Sandy stepped to the side. There was a barely visible red laserbeam running across the path that she had been blocking. The machinery all calmed down as the beam was no longer interrupted.

“Heh. That's some nice ghost moaning there~. You’re gonna do great!”

“hahhhhh....”

“Guess my part here’s done. There are a few other attractions that need my help and supervision tonight. Stacy will get you down later if I’m too busy. Have a fun haunted tour Nina!”

“Nngahh! Saahheeh!”

She left with a cheerful wave. As I sat stuck in my seat, I very much regretted agreeing to help.

A short while later, the main lights all went out. I could see glows of green and purple from adjacent rooms through the entrance and exit. My room was almost fully dark, with only white LED strips to highlight the accessible path for the visitors.

It wasn’t long before I heard noises at the entrance. Someone had entered my zone, shuffling carefully forward in the dark. I spotted the red laser of the motion detector flicker as the dark shapes passed by.

The lights below me activated, lighting up the white ghostly sheet. The robotic arm kicked into gear. My stomach lurched as I swooped quite fast around the room, gliding close by the pathway then retreating. At the same time, the two uncomfortable plugs ratcheted up to maximum intensity.

“AaaaaOOGHHAAaaahhh!!”

“EEEIII!!!”

My vibration-fuelled tube-gag-enhanced wild moan terrified the hell out of the two girls passing through. They shrieked at the top of their lungs, which scared me in turn!

As the arm settled back into default position and the lights dimmed, the two girls had descended into a fit of relieved giggles, holding onto each other for support as they scurried off into the next room.

Those vibrators were ridiculously strong! I was breathing very heavily. My pelvis tingled in aftershock. Was it always going to be that bad?

A trio of young men entered, triggering the sensor again.

“NGGgaaaahhHHAAaaaaoohhh!”

“Aaagh!”

It was still that bad. The vibrations hit me so hard and so deep that I couldn’t help but groan uncontrollably, the long tube gag transforming it into a banshee wail. The vibrations only lasted a few seconds, timed perfectly to make me yell right as I passed the visitors.

After a many more rounds of visitors, with all the swooping, vibrating and moaning, I was starting to get really worked up. The teasing shakes were edging me badly, never long enough to make me finish. My moans were getting louder and more desperate.

When one particularly jumpy guy passed by, with a large drink in his hand (despite rules forbidding food and drinks inside)...

“Aaaaaooagghghh~~”

“Yeek!”

His arms flew up, sending the cup sky-high. It struck my face, spilling sticky soda all over my chest. The wet white sheet clung tightly to my breasts, with the red of the bra becoming somewhat visible.

The next group through, after the initial scare and screams, noticed the unusually femine shape of the ghost. They were still pointing and laughing as they moved on.

This was going to be a very long difficult night.

Hours later, I was sweaty and delirious. My crotch was burning with desire, but I still hadn’t climaxed. I had to wonder if I was dripping all over the floor as I swung by.

A solitary girl walked in, clearly very nervous as she was moving very slowly. The red light flickered. Lights went up.

“Ggrrraooaaaahhhh~~”

“KYAAAH!!”

She bumped against the back wall hard as she recoiled in terror, then practically sprinted out of the room.

The mechanical arm stopped mid-swoop. Why wasn’t it retracting? Oh god, the vibrators were still running!

“Aaaaghhgh~~ Nggaaaahh~~.... Ooooahhh~~”

There was something wrong with the red laser. That girl must have knocked it out of place, messing up the sensor. It was stuck in the activated mode!

With the vibrators still running, I was finally riding that buzzing to completion. I strained against all the straps and plates as the wave of warmth filled my entire body.

“AAAAGHHHHAHHGHHHHH~~~”

A new visitor would have been very confused at the lewd quality of the spectre’s scream. My yell eventually faded, even though the vibrators were still running nonstop.

Now that I thought of it, why was there no new visitor?

click!

The main lights came back on. The tour must have finally ended. I was thoroughly relieved, as I wanted very badly to be let out. I wasn’t keen on enduring the intense vibrations another few minutes, but I’d have to.

There were cheers and whooping from the performers in the other rooms, as everyone celebrated a job well done. Those sounds soon faded as they all left the site.

Several more minutes passed. Where was Sandy? Or the other girl she said would free me? Was someone going to...

I felt a mix of worry and arousal as the vibrations had me barrelling towards another orgasm. Someone had to release me soon! Before... befo...

“NNNGGGAAAaaahhhhhH~~~~!!!”

Another extended garbled moan of pleasure. Still no sound of anyone coming to my rescue.

click!

The lights went out fully this time. Complete darkness. No... had they...?

I’d been forgotten!

Despite the main lights being off, the broken vibrator trigger was not. I continued to squirm, moan, climax, and yell for help in the dark empty venue.