Candice's Haunted Playhouse(literature)

Finally, the last school bell, Candice sighed.  It was fall, work was picking up. The last class of the day was finally done. Candice patiently gathered her school books from her desk, in no rush to leave. Algebra was always easy for Candice. Gathering her final contents and about to stand, Candice, perked up to her math teacher shout, "Don't forget class the school's Fall Festival is coming up, some of your classmates are crafting their homerooms into fest themes, support them if you can!" Candice shrugged. She never minds supporting her classmates, but this wasn't something she was super interested in.

Candice shifted her dark blue sweatpants and pulled down her white, loose button-down sweater before readjusting it back up a little not to expose too much cleavage. Her flip-flops with a tiny flower clapped as she descended down the hall. With her books in her locker, she was hands-free and task-free, ready to head home. Her bullies weren't around to be seen, and she had a fairly normal day, which was saying a lot. 

She passed down the hallway that was full of decorations for the festival. Though not interested in participating, she was curious to see what her fellow classmates were creating. She past a notice on the wall stating, "CLASSMATES MUST RETURN AT 4:00 TO FINALIZE ROOMS!" she glanced but mostly ignored the paper. It had nothing to do with her.

Candice glanced and peeked at the rooms, some had a distinct fall theme, some of them set up cute pumpkin theme decor. But one, in particular, was strange, it was pure black, had two doors, one saying "Enter the haunted playhouse" in big blood red letters, the other saying "Exit" in a standard font that was clearly made last minute.

"Ohhh! Candice," A familiar eery voice said to Candice. As usual, Hanna stood in the doorway of the entrance to the hallway. Candice immediately made a 180 turn without saying a word but was halted by Emma's red painted nails. Both were wearing their standard outfits, but Candice didn't want to give them their time of day.

"We're glad you're here! We need your help." Emma said, clasping her hands together in a begging manner.

"Nope, not interested." Candice retorted. 

"Please, please! We want to know if our haunted house is scary or not! I used my daddy's credit card, and he says if I don't win first place, it's my head for sure!" Emma pleaded, shaking her hands, grabbing Candice's hands in desperation.

"Yeah, it's just a small room! Please! We will take you to our favorite donut shop and by whatever you want," Hanna added.

"Wait, how do you kn-" Candice tried to interject, but she was whisked around and pushed towards the entrance. Candice placed her hands at the entrance door rims. "Wait! wait!" But with little effort, she was forced in, and the door slammed behind her, smacking her butt in the process.

"Ow! Darn it" Candice rubbed her behind. Turning her head into a very dark room, she could barely see anything. She felt around various walls for what seems like a small, easily solvable maze. 

"Ooooohhhh! Welcome to my haunted playhouse! Oooooh! Solve my maze!" a ghost-like voice over could be heard from above. It was just Emma and Hanna on a voice-changer and some speakers.

Whooosh! A gust of wind, somewhat similar power of an airsoft gun but certainly way colder, hit Candice's arm, causing her to flinch. It wasn't scary, just surprising. Candice wondered in a mostly empty and probably incomplete room, except for a bunch of small plastic tubes. Hanna and Emma in the background had a board of switches marked with each location. Each took a took flicking the switch giving Candice a small spook.

"This is a bit annoying, but not scary, 'totally scary' ghost." Candice rolled her eyes and bent her fingers in a 'quote' gesture. It was dark, but she had a sense of what was around her. Gusts of cold air hit her face her and there. 

One gust in particular accidentally hit directly at her breasts, her nipples perked through the sweater. Candice covered her nipples, she knew she should have worn a bra that day. Candice stepped backward to not get hit again.

Candice backed up too close to a tube, and Emma saw a sweet opportunity, flicked the switch that operated that particular tube. "This place isn't so scarrrrryyOOOOHHH! aaAAAHH!" An intense burst of cold air hit Candice's bubble butt, making them wobble in her pants.

"Ah! Ohhhhh! That's cold!" Candice screamed, clasping her hands at her crotch. Her dark blue sweatpants were kinda thin and provided no protection to her buttocks.

Emma flicked the switched rapidly, bursting gusts of chilly air right at Candice's hiney, even hitting the bull' s-eye of her privates, causing her to loudly moan. 

"Ah! Oh! Ah!"

Her eyes closed as she moaned with both pleasure and alarm at the sensation. She finally moved, rubbing her tushy for warmth. Bumbling around the room, fast chilly air hit Candice, hitting her in the right spots, causing an arousing cooling sensation.

Candice stumbled and tripped over some floor wires, hitting a tube butt first, causing it to tilt and shoved down into her sweatpants. Before she could react, Emma hit the switch, gusting cold brisk air down Candice's sweatpants, causing them to shoot down between her cheeks, her sweatpants coming straight down to her thighs, giving Emma and Hanna with the aid of night vision camera, a lovely view of Candice's tiny baby blue panties, hugging tightly against her bubble butt and barely covering her crotch.

"Oooh! How sexy!" The ghost voice-over mocked. Candice, entangled in the wires still distracted, stumbled around the room with her sweatpants around her thighs, she flopped to another wall with a tube aimed perfectly at her exposed panty-clad crotch. Hanna this time did the honors, rapidly hitting the switch, sending bursts of air right at Candice's crotch. Candice experienced the cool propel of air directly at her privates, moaning and clutching the wall, her hips gyrating back and forth from the force, her bubble butt cheeks clapping together.

"Ohh!"

"Ah!"

"Ooh!" Candice moaned, crossed eyed from arousal. 

Hanna pushed the switch hard, nearly breaking it, sending a massive amount of freezing air all at once. "OOooooahh" Candice jumped and squeaked, her sweatpants fell to her ankles. Candice made an about-face from the tube, but fell down, wobbling bubble butt in the air. More bursts of air hit directly at Candice's crotch, Candice squeaking like a frightened mouse. 

"You're so nauuughty! Look at you with your ass out! Such an exhibitionist!" The ghost voice-over laughingly shouted. Candice tried to gather herself, and made it to her knees, when another tube conveniently aimed at her hiney, burst out another gust of cold air, pushing her baby blue panties down a little to expose her butt crack. Candice quickly readjusted herself before she could be humiliated any further, pulling her sweatpants back up.

"Shut up! This room wasn't scary! Just dumb!" Candice shouted in flustered frustration. Almost in retaliation, one more burst of air hit Candice's privates, "Ahhhhhmm" Candice moaned, but caught herself, and pressed on quickly. Finally solving the maze and finding the entrance to the next room.

Though a blushing embarrassed, Candice found the room to be not scary, but humiliating and moved on.

In her proud confidence, Candice pressed forward, a little gust of wind won't scare her. She fumbled through the long streamers and false webbing, a clue to the next section? Candice with her arms forward as to not bump into any traps, felt nothing. 

"How strange. Is there nothing here?" Candice puzzled, the open, yet still dark, space was unfamiliar. Did she feel an occasional fake tree and plants, is this a spooky forest or something? 

"What will a Big Bad Wolf come out and spook me?" Candice mockingly asked. Her cautious approach turned into a confident brisk walk.

Her brisk walk suddenly was halted, quite literally, as her flip-flops became suddenly stuck onto the floor. "Wh-" Candice stammered, trying to lift either one of her legs off the ground, but brought right back.

"What is this stuff?" Candice puzzled and confused. 

"It is the sppiiiiideerr's trap!" The ghostly voice-over creepily expressed. "You better escape before they come back!"

Candice was too distracted, trying to unstick herself from the glue-like substance on the ground. Her shoes were buried, with no way out. She bent over, but her ankles and shins were suddenly unable to balance and fell, the glue material sticking to her gym sweatpants.

"Oh, no! No! No!" Candice panicked. Without her hands, she managed to stand upright, but her sweatpants stuck to the floor, exposing her panty clad bubble butt. 

"No! Why me!" Candice yelped. Her bubble butt cheeks wiggled while she fidgeted.

"Ohhh! Showing that big ol' bubble butt again! Hahahha!" The ghost voice-over mocked. Candice, blushing a hot red, immediately covered her butt with her hands. Hanna and Emma could clearly see with their night vision goggles. Emma grabbed the mic and had her own fun.

"You look like a dork with your ass out! We can even see your butt crack you DORK!" Emma mocked. Candice tried to pull up her pants, but only managed to squat down with her legs together, barely covering her knees.

From above the sectioned hallway, Hanna and Emma kneeled over a hole in which they could observe their favorite blonde victim fluster through the sticky floor.

Between them was a blue plastic bucket of fidgeting toy spiders they stole from the class next door. Emma grabbed the bucket and tilted the bucket over the spying hole.

"Ready?" Whispered Emma, saluting Hanna.

"Ready Admiral Emma!" Hanna saluted back. Emma tilted and shook the bucket over the hole, pouring some of the toy spiders down.

Candice, still struggling to pull her pants up at least beyond knee level, felt a sudden itching sensation on her body. "Ah! What is that?" Candice yelped. It was too dark to really see the objects on her, causing Candice to fidget and squirm, trying to shake off whatever was on her. 

Candice, needing to know what was on her, shifted one of her hands to grab the mystery object. Grabbing one, she felt around it's parts to what it was, and immediately dropped it! She shrieked!

"Ah! What is that?! Is that a bug? A spider?" Candice screamed in terror. She quickly shot up, trying to shake off the other spiders off of her. Her hands patted and shook off what he could, dropping attention to her pants, causing them to plummet to the sticky floor around her ankles. Her baby blue panties were in open view.

"Nice panties, you bumbling dork!" Hanna taunted, using her ghost voice-changer device. Candice, in blushing embarrassment, quickly buckled her knees and covered her front, tugging down her button-down white sweater. Emma, wanting a repeat of the hilarious situation, poured the rest of the contents down, this time spiders falling all over and down Candice's sweater, Candice went into a full panic, tearing off her sweater, her full voluptuous boobs bounced freely. Candice throws her sweater without thinking, some of the toy spiders fly off, but one in particular flings and finds it's way down the back of Candice's panties.

"Ah! No! There's a spider in my panties! Ah!" Candice jumped, causing the spider to burrow further down, causing its tiny legs to tickle and itch on Candice's bubble butt. Candice swayed her butt vigorously to and fro, hoping to shake it out, too scared to grab it, thinking that it is real. Her cheeks bounced wildly, causing the jittery toy to shift around to the middle of her panties. The spider moved everywhere in Candice's panties caused her to fidget dance, eyes crossed, and flash a goofy smile. From Hanna and Emma's view, it looked like Candice was doing a near-naked version of the twist.

Candice, in desperation, leaped with all of her might, landing at the near end, but losing her sweatpants and shoes, leaving herself in just her baby blue panties. She finally composed herself to remove the toys from her panties. She was determined to leave but didn't know what the last room was, what it had in store, and how to retrieve new clothes.

"Nice undies nerd! Those tiny panties barely cover your big butt cheeks! Butt crack alert!" The voice-over joked. Candice, in just her small panties, shifted towards the final room, hoping it's only a quick exit.

The room, like the previous, was dark, but what Candice could feel around, felt like old victorian-like furniture. A haunted mansion? Candice thought. She took the precaution, making sure not to fall for any more of Hanna and Emma's traps, not that there was much to lose, well, material-wise at least. Candice thought for a second and latched one hand on her panties, Lord knows the girls might try to swiftly yank them off her body. Candice was at least not going to leave this place butt naked if she could help it.

"Oh, guarded, are we? You come this far! How brave of you!" the ghostly voice-over vocalized to Candice. Candice quickly looked around, trying to find the source, it was louder than the other rooms. Her eyes darted around, mostly looking for an exit, but also the source, to prepare for any surprise attacks.

Candice sensed a faint glow in the corner of her eye, to see a dim light. Turning around, she finally encounters the 'ghost,' but its just a glow-in-the-dark bed sheet on a y-shaped stick held up like a cheap puppet. Clearly behind a stack of boxes where either Emma or Hanna was holding it up. 

"Oooooohhhh! I'm spooky!" the 'ghost' howled, clearly being controlled by someone. Candice's face scowled at the lame imitation, is this what Emma's daddy could afford? She scoffed. Candice had enough of this haunted fun-house and shifted priorities back to finding the exit.

"Halt," the ghost exclaimed, hobbling left and right, "You dare try to leave this place? Suffer thy wrath!" the bed-sheet ghost declared, shuffling with every word. Finishing the last word, the ghost fell-behind the stack of boxes, confusing Candice. 

Suddenly two pairs of glow-in-the-dark gloves from behind Candice, clearly Hanna and Emma, quietly snuck up to Candice. 

The 'ghostly' hands pointed to Candice's panty clad butt, especially her peaking crack, one of them gestured that the other had first honors. Candice noticed them and guarded herself. The hands paused for a second, each holding a claw-like gesture. Candice was puzzled at their frozen state. What what's next? She thought, preparing for the worst. Each hand, still in the claw-like pose, waved in a circular motion around her, almost trance-like. Candice tried to keep an eye of where they were going, but couldn't keep track, as their circular motion became faster and faster. Suddenly they halted, midair, Candice starred at them, confused.

Without warning, all four hands swiftly gripped a part of Candice's panty waistband, in a fast motion, yanked them down to her knees to expose her bubble butt and privates. Candice felt the cold air hit her exposed behind, and her cheeks dance freely. The panties remained at her knees, leaving Candice near to butt-naked status, but her tormentors didn't want to end of the fun just yet. Candice bent over to grab her panties back, making her bubble butt in perfect position. The hands crashed down on her exposed behind, spanking Candice's butt-cheeks relentlessly.  

With a wind-up motion, the hand made another firm slap on Candice's hiney, making her yelp and grabbing her bare butt cheeks with her hands, leaving her bare breasts bouncing and vulnerable. The other set of hands took advantage and fondled Candice's boobs, bouncing them with each hand. 

"Ahh! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Candice sprang into fits of laughter as the hands tickled her belly and legs, her hands spazzed all over her body, not knowing where to protect herself. Her bullies enjoyed the site of their favorite well-endowed nerd twist and squirmed around basically naked, panties around her knees. Wanting to send her into fits of arousal, Hanna herself flicked stroked her fingers between Candice's inner thighs and privates, making her aroused victim flinch. Candice herself spazzed between moaning and laughter, a wacky look. 

"Ahhhnooooohh, hahha! Ooh! Ahhahaha! St-mmm! Ahh!" Candice kookily exclaimed. Candice clasped her hands at her crotch, which turned the torment back to her butt and breasts. Emma and Hanna each grabbed a boob and shook them up and down. 

"Eeek! What's going on?!" Candice shrilled, covering her boobs with folded arms, leaving her behind defenseless again for another firm spanking and her privates for fondling. Her hips swayed all the way around, making it the perfect target for the other hands, who proceeded to spank her bare bubble butt as well.

The slaps to her tushie turned to what looked like a game of ping-pong, each hand taking a turn to smack a cheek, Candice squeaking at each hit.

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

"Eeek"

Candice, flushed face, sweating body, and in near exhaustion from arousal and humiliation, tried to continue her search for an exit, staggering. Hanna leaped forward, gripping Candice's tiny panties from her knees and yanking them up her butt crack, turning it into a thong. Her bubble butt cheeks spilled out and bounced collided into each other. Candice moaned and shrieked at the sudden sensation between her legs. The hands relentlessly jerked her panties up and down, bringing the blonde's feet off the ground, and her knees buckled inward. Her breasts bounced freely her the motion as well. A set of hands disappeared in the darkness.

Candice, wincing at the pain, grabbing her panties to try and ease the pain of her atomic wedgie, moaned at the embarrassing arousing, yet humiliating predicament.

"You may go, your punishment is fulfilled." the ghost appeared again, shaking and flopping about. The other pair let go of Candice's panties, dropping her. Candice landed on the floor, her head and arms on the floor, and her ass pointed upwards, her panties buried between her cheeks, almost begging for more abuse. Candice, flustered, exhausted, and barely there, searching for an exit. Almost as if the angels heard a prayer, a lit-up sign saying in big old letters "EXIT" appeared. 

Candice, with little strength she had left, adjusted the wedgie out of her crack, crawled towards the sign, but saw no outline of light where an exit usually is. No doors to the found. She did, however, spotted a lit tiny cool metal crawl space, barely able to fit her. But what other choices did she have? She squeezed through the small hole as best she could, strangely losing most of her clothes made this easier. Suddenly, her hips were stuck at the hole. She tried shifting her waist to adjust, maybe coming in from the side? No? At an angle? No! Her butt was stuck at the entrance of the hole.

"Uh oh! Candice's nerdy butt is stuck at the hole! Gotta cut down on those donuts nerd," Hanna mocked, no longer using the voice-changer. They both approached their nerd, in a crawling position, but just her bottom half exposed.

"Maybe we can give our good friend a hand...or two!" Emma added. Candice could barely hear them, but knew what was coming, she began to fidget more and more, trying to escape. Candice felt a pair of hands on her butt, pushing her cheeks together, somewhat to help. Candice took advantage of her half-kind gesture and tried to pull herself through, her nipples gliding back and forth, making them hard in the process.

"Oh! We see the problem, Candice," Hanna mockingly acknowledged.

"It's these darn panties," Emma teased, slapping Candice' sore panty-clad butt. "I guess these have to go!" Emma tugged the waistband with a single finger. Without a verbal response from Candice, her body language was clear, she was against the idea, as her squirming became severe. Hanna and Emma gripped at Candice's panty waistband but didn't pull, just to see how Candice would react. And they weren't disappointed.

Hanna and Emma laughed uproaringly, gawking Candice's bubble butt wobble out of her panties, a butt crack turning to the entire set of cheeks. Candice shook her hips more vigorously, the backside giving her tormentors a good show. Still stuck, she felt her panties at the base of her bottom, and more sudden slaps and pinches at her behind as well could hear giggles and laughter. Hanna and Emma could hear faint moaning sounds from inside the tunnel with each slap. Suddenly she felt at movement forward and crawled through, but sensed her panties shuffle down her thighs to her ankles and eventually losing them altogether. 

Candice was now butt-naked head to toe, but at least away from her tormentors and the haunted experience. Donuts weren't worth this at all! All she had to do was escape into the empty hallway. She felt getting stuck here and there but pressed forward, eventually seeing the light and the familiar tan and teal hallways.

Instead of meeting the floor, Candice falls out about from the tunnel, but still safe. Crashing on the floor landing with her butt in the air, Candice, tired, aroused and dizzy, looks in front, but instead of meeting an empty hallway, is full of fellow classmates and in full view of her science teacher  Miss. Thinkerworth, all were staring at Candice's bare bubble butt, bare and slightly wet crotch, and exposed huge boobs. Candice looked at the notice of "CLASSMATES MUST RETURN AT 4:00 TO FINALIZE ROOMS!" and glanced at a school clock showing exactly 4:00. Oh my God, shrilled Candice. Candice quickly clasps her privates and grabs her breasts in embarrassment. She was completely naked in the hallway full of gazing eyes.

"Candice! What is the meaning of this?!" The Miss. Thinkerworth shouted, slamming her ruler against the metal rim of the door. "Why are you standing there BUTT NAKED?! Where are your clothes?"

"Do you have to say it out loud?" Candice exclaimed, wiggling back and forth on her knees, trying to cover her shame." Candice shrieked, began wildly shifting. Her embarrassing stance started coming to attention, and her classmates began to notice Candice's predicament. Giggles and smirks evolved into a burst of uproarious laughter, Candice trying to shift through the crowd.

"Nice butt Candice!" someone shouted, intentionally drawing more attention to Candice. Now other crowds and groups started to gawk at Candice's butt and exposed breasts.

"Ah! No! This is embarrassing!! Please! Don't stare at me!" Candice screamed in embarrassment. Trying to hobble away from the situation.

Candice was running out of the hallway trying to cover herself with her bare butt evident to all of her classmates, her jiggling hiney bobbled wildly as she ran to the nearest locker room, praying her gym clothes are there.