"The Corn Maze (Story, Semi-consensual) « on: October 06, 20" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/HEqyPnWv Created on: Sunday 8th of October 2017 06:56:53 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:32 AM UTC The Corn Maze (Story, Semi-consensual) « on: October 06, 2017, 11:29:47 PM » ReplyQuote “Holy crap it’s cold out” Liz complained, her breath fogging the cool October air. The well-endowed Asian had her arms wrapped around her curvy frame, trying to keep herself warm despite the fact she was covered by nothing more than a bikini and a pair of bunny ears. “How did I let you convince me to come in costume?” “I don’t remember it being that hard” Heather replied. The skinny Indian woman was also dressed poorly for the weather, her sexy police woman’s outfit featured a skirt short enough to reveal the curve of her dusky but as she walked. She was keeping herself warm in the embrace of her girlfriend, Sonia. The young Latina was wearing a bright orange prisoner’s jumpsuit, currently unzipped to allow her lover to wrap her arms around her tan body, and wore nothing else underneath. “It’s not that cold” Mindy chimed in. The redhead had already established herself as the toughest of the group, and never passed up a chance to mind reminding people of the fact. She was dressed as a piece of candy. An outfit consisting of a small red cellophane dress and the words ‘lick me’ written across her belly. The translucent costume didn’t hide anything; it just gave her body a red tint as you looked at her flesh. Her modest tits were hard at attention, showing that she was feeling the cold, no matter what she said. “You’ll feel better once we get moving” Kelly chimed in, trying to be helpful. The tanned brunette was wearing a slinky pink dress, which draped enticingly over the curve of her rump. A small silver tiara completed her princess attire. She and Liz were the youngest of the six coeds there, and Kelly was particularly eager to be accepted by the older students. “Why are we even here?” Liz asked with a touch of bitterness in her voice. “Because it’s awesome” answered Violet, the final member and primary instigator of the group. The short brunette was wearing black slacks and a suit jacket, with nothing underneath and sufficiently open to show the sides of her perky, upturned breasts. A top hat sat atop her curly locks and a mustache was drawn in sharpie above her smiling lips. A dapper gentlemen costume that she claimed would get her ‘so much pussy’. She was also the reason the six of them were standing in line for the corn maze. “Kappa Omicron Psi puts on the hottest Halloween parties, and if you survive their corn maze in costume they give you this cute little trophy. And everyone is always all over the girls with the trophies” “Survives?” Kelly asked, trying to keep the nervousness from showing too strongly in her voice “I thought it was just a corn maze” “Where’s the fun in that?” Violet smiled “They’ve got all sorts of traps they put into the maze. Makes it more exciting, don’t you think?” “Yeah” Kelly answered with a nervous giggle. Finally, the six of them reached the front of the line where they were greeted by an extremely well-endowed brunette wearing a straw hat and a white tank top tight enough to clearly show the shape of the two large rings piercing their nipples. In addition to having a minimum cup size, Kappa Omicron Psi required all its members to wear a pair of large nipple rings at all times. Most of them took any excuse they could find to show off their piercings. “Howdy!” The buxom lass said cheerfully “Let me explain to ya’ll city slickers the rules” Her fake country accent was painfully thick “Once ya’ll go through this door ya’ll can’t skedaddle back through. Find a all of them three keys that will let you git, and a one o the other doors and ya win. Ya’ll got any of them thar questions” The women shook their heads in unison, eager to get moving “Then git!” ----1-------------------------------------- Kelly had been right, once they got walking the girls warmed up a bit, and while there was still an occasional shiver, especially from Liz, it wasn’t always because of the cold. The tall stocks of corn threw early shadows across the dark night. The occasional screams from the other players in the maze pierced the chill air. Everyone’s hearts were beating a little faster with anticipation. Even Mindy looked a little on edge. Liz jumped at a particularly blood curdling scream. “What was that?” “Some girl snuffing it” Mindy smiled to cover up her own fear “Let’s hurry up and find those keys” “Wait! Slowdown” Kelly warned “Remember what the cowgirl said about traps? We should take it careful” “Pfft” Mindy rolled her eyes “Careful is boring, and I’m freezing my very sexy ass off over her. Liz is right, let’s pick up the pace so I can get someeee-“ Mindy was cut off as the ground gave way beneath her. She threw her arms out to catch herself as her young body tilted forward. She was too surprised by the fall to scream. Kelly and Liz had no problem screaming in fear as they looked down at their cellophane covered friend. Two spikes protruded from Mindy’s back, a third had pierced her leg high in her smooth thigh. Dark red blood welled up around the sharp pole, blending strangely with the color of Mindy’s pale skin under the red tint of her outfit. “Oh, shit!” Violet carefully but quickly climbed down into the pit. She slowed a bit once she saw how clearly hopeless Mindy’s situation was. One of the spikes had entered just below her breast, clearly impaling her lungs. The other passed through her tight, spasming belly. Violet navigated the pit to come face to face with her impaled friend. Mindy’s wide eye still seemed confused about what had just happened. “Hey, Mindy. How you doing?” Violet asked in a calming tone. The redhead opened her mouth, but all that came out was a hot sticky gob of blood which splatted on the dirt below. One hand shakily reached up to touch the tendrils of blood and spit dangling from the woman’s lips. Mindy stared at the red upon her fingers, looked up at Violet, and then shrugged. “That’s what I though” Violet said with a smile “Hey, while I’m here, remember Grant’s party? Guess I should probably keep that promise” Violet gently took Mindy’s face between her palms and pressed their lips together. She tasted the metallic zing as she kissed her friend, deeply exploring her mouth one last time. After a passionate kiss, Violet released Mindy’s face and pulled back slowly. The redhead cocked one eyebrow and gave Violet a knowing grin full of blood stained teeth. “Will I know those weren’t the lips you meant” Violet answered with exaggerated exasperation “But there’s a spike right next to it. I can’t fit my head in there” Mindy weekly tried to make a snapping motion with one arm, as if to say ‘oh shucks’. The redheads face suddenly crinkled in pain. She looked down at the ground for a moment, then vomited another glob of sticky blood. She looked back up at Violet, smiling weakly. “Oh, it’s OK” Violet cooed, gently wiping the blood from Mindy’s lips with her handkerchief “You don’t have to be the tough one anymore” She held her friend’s head gently against her chest “Just let go. It’s OK” She gently stroked Mindy’s red locks as she waited for her friend to die. Violet could feel the ragged and weak excuse for breath against the side of her firm breasts as the poor girl’s face tensed with pain. She felt Mindy’s tortuous efforts to keep breathing grow weaker and weaker. When there was almost no strength left in those ragged gasps, Mindy raised her arm weakly, her hand shaking as she pointed at something in front of her. The arm dropped, and Violet felt her friend’s body go limp in her arms. She looked curiously at the spot where the woman had pointed. “Well, the good news” Violet exclaimed as the other girls helped her out of the pit “Is that we found one of the keys” -------2------------------------------- “So do you think there’s only three keys in this whole maze?” Sonia asked as she turned the large metal key in her hands. The five were still wandering the paths shortly after leaving Mindy’s body behind. Violet was confidently taking the lead while Liz and Kelly cautiously brought up the rear. “No way” Violet answered confidently “There are way too many girls who go to this thing. They have to have duplicate keys” “So how will we know when we have all three?” Heather pointed out a capital Kappa etched onto the handle of the key. “I’m gonna bet there’s an omicron and a psi key out there too” As the group turned to corner they suddenly came face to face with a woman’s corpse hanging from a wire noose suspended by a springy looking pole. The fit blonde was dressed as a Arab courtesan, or maybe a genie. A pink translucent veil covered her blue and bloated mouth, while a shiny cream cloth bound her soft breasts. Beneath a pink skirt made of the same translucent material as her veil, two fingers were still buried in her dead pussy, a gaudy yellow ring caught on her clit piercing. “Well, at least she died happy” Violet observed after a moment’s silence from the group “Come on, let’s keep going” “Hold up a second” Heather stared up intently at the corpse “Help me pull her down” Sonia quickly grabbed a shapely dangling leg. After a shrug Violet took the other. With a grunt the pair pulled down, adding their body weight to the dangling corpse’s. The wire cut deep into the blonde’s soft neck as the pool bent reluctantly. The genie’s head looked like it was in danger of popping off as Heather fiddled with the knot holding her top in place. She got it lose and let it fall to the ground, revealing the woman’s limp pink nipples. “OK, go ahead and let go” The body shot up as the force was released, her dead breasts swaying as she bounced up and down. “Well, that certainly looks better” Violet said, appreciating the pendulous motions of the limp body. “And…” Heather pulled a large metal key from the cloth wrap “We’ve got the…omicron key too” “Bonus!” Violet exclaimed with a sparkle in her eye “Come on, let’s find the third so we can go get shitfaced” -----3------------------------------ “Hey, you want me to carry both keys?” Violet had dropped back a little to speak with Heather as they went, leaving Sonia to lead “I’ve got pockets” “So do I” Heather answered with a mix of humor. She opened one of the zippers sitting atop her round breasts in the very tight vest. She struggled to fit the metal object in the very shallow pocket and ended up leaving half of it sticking out as she zipped the pocket back up as best she could. “See?” The pair of women giggled. “OK, maybe you should carry them both” The Indian woman handed the metallic object to Violet. “Hey, I’ve got some pockets” Sonia spoke up, but before she could say anything else there was a squeak from Kelly as she stumbled on something. “Whoops!” Off to the side there was the sound of a soft click. A volley of arrows sprang from the corn, piercing the beauty’s pink dress and the tender flesh beneath. The princess crumpled to the ground without so much as a sound, an arrow lodged in her head at the temple. She stared, unblinking and with a look of surprised as she bled into the dirt. Everyone froze, staring at the lifeless body. “What the, fuck, just happened?” Liz asked, frozen next to her friend “I think” Violet’s voice was slow and measured “You should probably carry both keys” The group looked over to Violet, and noticed the shaft protruding from under her blazer, piercing her chest right to the side of the gentile curve of her bosom. Silently, the brunette fell to her knees, breathing hard. “OH SHIT!” Liz rushed to the kneeling woman “Are?…we can take care of this right? Carry you out” “Nope” The woman said with a weak smile “It’s a lung shot. I can feel it filling up” With each breath a small pick foam bubbled out of the wound where the arrow entered her flesh “Oh, shit. Oh shit. What do we do?” “Have another glass for me when you get to the party” Slowly, Violet pulled the first key from her blazer and handed it to Heather “Thanks. Uh…you want us to do anything for you before we go?” “Well, since you’re offering” The brunette rolled heavily on her back, wincing slightly as she hit the ground. She undid the clasp of her slacks, sliding them down to her thighs to reveal her cute little pussy. A small stream of blood was already trailing from the corner of her lips Heather rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d ask that” With a seductive grin she got down between the woman’s legs and began to gently lick her sensitive clit. Sonia slinked over to join her lover in servicing the dying woman. “Hurry” Violet moaned. Her body was wracked by coughs, sending drops of bright red blood across her face. The pair of women attacked Violet’s cunt more aggressively, probing deeply with their tongues. Violet’s moans grew louder, flecks of blood flying from her lips. She arched her back, grabbing her chest and massaging her tits as the pair worked her cunt. The arrow shifted in her chest, tearing at her lungs. She didn’t care. Under Sonia and Heather’s skilled tongues, Violet’s body tensed. She let out a gurgling gasp, red blood erupting across her face as the orgasm ran through her body. Her pleasure filled moans were weak and raspy as the red foam stained her blazer. “thank…you…” She gasped before her arms collapsed limply to her sides. Her parted lips continued to drip sticky red onto the ground as she stared silently into the corn. -----4------------------------------ “Can we quit?” Liz asked as they walked away from Violet and Liz’s dead corpses “Just give up and not receive a trophy, or T-shirt, or whatever?” “Nope” Sonia said cheerfully “We go till we win” “Oh god, we’re going to die” “Well duh! Just not here. Heather and I are going as a double roast for homecoming this year” “I said I’d think about it” Heather interrupted “We’re already half dead. How can you be so calm about this?” “Because one” Sonia rolled her eyes as she held up her hand to count “Who cares if we die? This is fun. And two, we have more than half the keys, and we’ve only lost half our people. We’ll be out of here no problem. I can’t wait to get some of that sloppy drunk sex from all those Kappa Omicron Psi girls” She gave Heather a swat on the bum “And my main squeeze of course” In place of a rebuttal, there was a loud snap, and Liz screamed in pain. A toothless bear trap had closed itself tight on her leg. The slender Asian howled in pain. “Well shit” Sonia said, staring dumbfounded at the trap “Maybe you’re screwed after all. Whelp, we’ll have another drink for you to” Liz gave the woman a look of shear panic. Heather rolled her eyes and gave her girlfriend a nudge. “Don’t be mean. Now come on and help me free the newbie” The pair bent down to pull the trap back open around the frightened woman’s leg. “OK, OK, you’re going to be OK” Heather somehow got the frightened woman to calm down a little “Now, on three you’re going to need to pull yourself out” Liz nodded tearfully “One. Two. THREE!” The pair of women pulled as hard as they could and Liz tumbled to the side, letting out an agonized call as she fell hard on the ground. Her leg was clearly snapped in two. She stared down at it in disbelief. “oh my god” She whispered “Don’t worry, we’ll get you fixed up before the party, it’ll work out even better this way” Heather soothed “You know how sluts love casts” Liz whimpered as Heather and Sonia scooped her up by the shoulders. “It’s already getting me wet thinking about it” Sonia added cheerfully. -----5------------------- Liz cried softly as they continued through the maze, letting out the occasional pained whimper as her leg dangles uselessly. Despite the two warm women holding her up, the scantily clad bunny began to shiver as they walked. “Don’t worry, once we get you out of here we’ll get you warmed up” Heather comforted “Really warmed up” Sonia added with a suggestive tone Liz tried to force a smile as she nodded. It vanished as the bone shifted in her leg. “Maybe we can-“ Liz let out a scream as Sonia was yanked out from under her arm. The Hispanic woman was dragged across the ground face down before shooting up into the air, suspended by her ankle. Kim sobbed as she clutched her knee. Heather made sure the Asian was in something resembling a comfortable position before running to check on her girlfriend. “Are you dead yet babe?” “Nope” Sonia’s orange clad body bounced up and down gently “Think I bit my lip though” There was a small drip of red working its way up her upside-down face. “OK, let me try and get you down” Heather took hold of Sonia’s arms and pulled “ow, ow, ow, OW!” Sonia called out as the wire wrapped around her ankle tightened and bit into her flesh “FUCK STOP!” Heather released her girlfriend. Sonia hissed a bit as her body bounced up and down from her bond. “Well this doesn’t seem too bad. Maybe I get you down…” Heather’s thought was interrupted by a powerful mechanical whir. At the end of the path behind the dangling woman, a chainsaw appeared from the corn. Its blade held parallel to the ground as it crept slowly toward the Latina. “You jinxed it didn’t you?” Sonia asked her girlfriend with deadpan resolve. “I totally did” “And I’m totally fucked aren’t I” “So fucked” Sonia let out a frustrated groan “Fuuuuck. I was really looking forward to the party. Oh well. Last kiss?” Heather had to stand on her tip toes, but she managed to take the hanging beauty’s head between her palm and plant a passionate kiss upon her lover’s lips. Sonia ran her fingers through Heather’s long dark hair one last time. The Indian woman pushed her lover away. “Get out of here I don’t want you to get blood on your costume” Heather left to gently help Kim back to her one working leg. The pair began to hobble away. Sonia could hear that the chainsaw’s spinning teeth were right behind her. “And have a drink for me!” The dangling Latina called out. The pair turned to watch their friend die. Hurriedly, Sonia unzipped her orange jumpsuit and pulled out her tanned breasts. She wiggled them at Heather, earning a smile from the faux cop. Sonia let out a blood curdling scream as the saw’s teeth bit into her back, tearing her flesh apart. Her arms flailed about uselessly, driven by the intense torment of being cut in half. Her legs shuttered then went limp as her spine was severed, but her upper half continued to thrash with agony. Her smooth belly ripped apart, unable to hold the weight of the Latina’s chest and arms. Sonia’s screaming torso fell to the ground with a hard thud. She looked down with terror where her legs should have been. The saw continued to move on its path, and a moment later bits of organs began to fall onto the bisected woman. Sonia continued to scream as pieces of her own organs rained down on her from the rest of her body, dangling above. Her eyes were wide with terror and pain as she was covered with red and grey gore. She arched her back and wailed pathetically, her fingers running over the ragged edge of her torn belly. She twitched and sobbed in the dirt pitifully before finally going still. Her dangling legs continued to drip red blood onto her lifeless torso. Kim and Heather continued on their way. -------6------------------------------------ “So, are you seeing anyone? Like…seriously?” As Heather asked the question, she subtly brushed her finger against the underside of Liz’s firm breast. The Asian was doing better. The pain in her leg was still there, but she had gotten used to the regular agony of every limping step as she leaned heavily on Heather. She still let out the occasional sob. “No” Liz thought Heather was trying to distract her from her pain, and was glad of it “It’s really hard to meet guys” “Maybe you should expand your options” Heather suggested “I’ve seen you play with girls before” “Yeah, but” Liz suddenly tensed and let out a sob. It took her a few shallow gasps before she could speak once more “But that was just to get a guy” “Come on. I saw you, you liked it” Heather playfully cupped Liz’s breast “Maybe a little…wait, are you asking…?” Heather felt the gentle brush of the tripwire against her bare shin. Liz screamed in pain as she was pushed to the ground, Heather throwing herself down beside her. The Indian woman let out a soft cry of pain as an arrow buried itself into the soft flesh of her side. Above them a volley of other arrows whooshed by. “Are you OK?” Heather gently touched the shaft extending from her body, letting out a grunt of pain as she assessed how badly she was hurt. “Yeah” Liz answered through gritted teeth. Her leg felt like it was about to fall off. She wished that it would. “OK” Heather winced in pain as she climbed to her feet. Liz whimpered as she was pulled up as well. Heather hefted the other girl’s arm around her shoulders. She felt the warm flow of blood down her bare midriff as they trudged along. ------7-------------------- “Am I asking what?” The dark-skinned woman broke the silence as the pain grunted and sobbed their way forward. “Huh?” “Before I got shot you asked what I was asking” It took Liz a second to refocus on what seemed so trivial compared to the wounds in both their bodies. “I thought you were asking me out” “Well, I was working up to it” “What?” “I’ve got an empty bed now. No reason not to fill it” “But I’m straight” “So am I, but like you said, dicks are hard to find. Trust me, it’s still better than fucking yourself” Heather tried to seductively reach down to Liz’s barely covered snatch. Eliciting a sob from the Asian as her broken leg twists, and a hiss of pain from Heather herself as the arrow shifted in her body. “OK” Heather straightened back up to support Liz’s weight “Maybe we’ll talk about this latter” Turning the corner, they saw another woman. An exceedingly top-heavy blonde with a rubber pig’s nose and a large pair of floppy fake ears. Her ample breasts flopped over the top of a butcher’s apron and her entire front was covered with red stains. Two massive bronze rings, like door knockers, hung from her massive pierced tits. In her right hand she held a cleaver, also covered with what appeared to be blood. “Oh thank god” Liz gasped “Maybe she has the third key and we can get out of here” She leaned forward, ready to hobble toward the blonde, but Heather didn’t move “What’s wrong?” “Kappa Omicron Psi is running this maze. Why would one of their sisters be in it?” A drop of blood dripped from the woman’s cleaver. She took one heavy step toward the pair, her breasts swinging with the weight of their rings. “Shit” Liz whispered, realizing what Heather was talking about. The broken Asian gasped in pain as the pair desperately began to hobble away. Behind them the Kappa Omicron Psi sister continued her determined pace toward the wounded girls. She didn’t run, she didn’t have to. Liz sobbed painfully with every rough step as bolts of pain shot up through her leg. Heather’s heart was racing, with every step she expected another hail of arrows, or a pit, or some other insidious trap to spring and end her life. She could feel the arrowhead inside her, tearing at her body as it moved around. Behind them was the steadily growing clatter of the woman’s piercings. Suddenly, Liz shoves Heather aside. The Asian cries out pitifully as she falls, face first into the dirt. Heather stops and bends down to grab the bunny, only to have her hands angrily slapped away. “GO! JUST GO!” Liz screams up at her friend with tears streaming down her cheeks Heather pauses, confused. She looks up at the blonde butcher, nearly upon them, then looks back at Liz “RUN!” The Asian shrieks at her. Her tears stream down into the dust as she watches Heather turn to flee. The woman’s dark ass peeking out from beneath her short skirt. Liz sobs into the dirt a little longer before heaving herself onto her back to face her killer. The voluptuous woman looms over her, cleaver glistening in the moonlight. Liz clenches her fists. She wants to be brave. She’s terrified, her heart racing in her chest. She would be running away as fast as she could if she had a chance of escape, but she doesn’t, so she wants to be brave. The cleaver buries itself into Liz’s shoulder. The Asian woman screams as her arm goes limp, not quite severed from the rest of her body. The slice cut away the string of her bikini, and one pink tit flops around wildly as she thrashes helplessly. The blond pig plants a foot firmly on Liz’s stomach, pressing the other woman into the dirt as she works the blade out of her body. She raises the blade high and brings it down once more, shattering ribs as she sliced halfway through Liz’s white breast. The bleeding woman’s screams are horse and gurgling now. She spits up flecks of red across her murderer’s soiled apron as the cleaver is twisted in her chest. She lays back in the dirt, raising her other hand weakly to defend herself. The hand is sliced from its wrist, hardly even slowing the cleaver as it finally frees Liz’s arm from her body. Liz sobs, feeling the dirt turn to mud beneath her as the blood pours out of her body. She feels the blade bury itself in her other shoulder as her life fades. She dies before it is pulled free. The sister of Kappa Omicron Psi continues to chop Liz’s body up, strewing the chunks around for other groups to find. She puts Liz’s head directly in the center of the path, bunny ears still attached. ------8----------------------------- Heather ran even after Liz stopped screaming. A particularly soft piece of ground sent her tumbling downward. She landed hard on the dirt. There was a breath of wind across her back as the heavy blade swung over her. She lay there, catching her breath. Rolling over onto her back, she looked at the dark night sky. It started with a soft giggle, then a chuckle. Soon she was laughing hysterically. She hadn’t run for her life in a long time, it felt great. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, circulating a cocktail of adrenaline through her body. The funniest part of this whole night was the irony of it. After this maze she was going to go to the hottest party on campus where girls were going to be butchered around her in droves. Hell, Heather knew that without Sonia watching her, she’d probably end up in a cauldron or something after she’d had to much to drink. Yet she had just run for her life from one of the very girls that would probably be running the party. Heather let out a hearty laugh. She hoped she’d get a chance to meet up with that blonde before one of them snuffed it. After a few deep breaths to steady herself, Heather pulled herself up and out of the dirt. She hissed a little and felt the wooden shaft protruding from her side. She had bled a lot. If she was going to make it to the party, she had better get out of here soon. She reached up to check that the keys were still in her pocket. At least she hadn’t lost any. Time to find the last one, get patched up, and get laid, hopefully with that big tittied blonde. She made it eight steps. There was surprisingly little pain. She had been walking, then suddenly she had stopped, her legs simply refusing to respond. In fact, she couldn’t feel anything below her belly anymore. Looking down, Heather saw the scythe point protruding from her bare midriff. Almost disbelievingly, she reached down and touched the hard steel, smearing the red blood that spider webbed across its shining face. Her blood. She didn’t know what she should do, what she could do. She looked down the path. There was no one there. She was going to die, alone and helpless. She fingered the sharp edge. She hadn’t thought she would die like this, she always pictured it with more people, and that she’d be fucked, or at least be jilling off, when she died. Her body spasmed and she vomited up a mouthful of blood. She smiled at the irony, feeling the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. She couldn’t even feel her pussy. With trembling hands, she felt the keys sticking out her pocket. First person to find her body would be getting a lucky break. She was cold, unbearable cold. Her head began to droop. Sleep. Sleep seemed like a lovely idea. Heather didn’t fight it, there was no reason to. She let herself die. ‘I make a kick ass decoration’ was her last thought as she slipped into the darkness.