South Park x Reader One Shots

Scare pt. 2 (Goth Michael x Reader)

She was struggling a little too much.

Maybe she didn't read the waiver carefully enough.

All her squirming and yelling was too distracting for him to proceed. Michael put her in a headlock and gently squeezed just enough to knock her out. Now that she was unconscious, he turned on the overhead light, stripped the rest of her, and grabbed his rope nearby.

Michael bound Y/N's wrists behind her back and knotted a harness around her chest, showcasing her bare tits. He then created a harness around her hips, tying in knots just below her ass and over her waist, looking much like like crotchless underwear.

He fed a line through the harness on her chest and through a hanging metal ring attached to an exposed pipe on the ceiling.

He threaded another segment of rope through the leg loops on the inside of her thighs and sealed it with a metal carabiner. Once stable, he fed that rope through the hanging metal ring as well, knotting the two together.

With the pull of a single line of rope, Michael lifts Y/N off the ground. The harness on her chest pushes her breasts up and out, creating an attractive frame.

She hangs in an upright position with her hands bound behind her back, her tits exposed and her legs forced apart. He tied it off to keep her that way and stood back to admire his work and the lovely woman in it.

Y/N

With her thighs separated he got a good look at her pussy and liked what he saw. Y/N was the first girl he had ever tied up in the experience and she would be the last. No one else could look as attractive as she does hanging in his web. Her head lolled to the side just barely gaining consciousness.

...

"What the fuck."

You mumble, feeling weightless and gently swaying. As you start to gather yourself you realize you can't move. Everything around you is bound and you're hanging by the ceiling.

A masked man is standing in front of you in black gloves and a white button-up with the first few undone showing off his lean but toned chest.

Being so exposed in front of a stranger was humiliating, to say the least, and the cold air hardened your nipples and exposed clit.

"Who are you? Where are my friends? Put me down!"

He slowly shook his head.

"Not talking huh? Fucking great. What kind of haunted house is this?!"

You thrash against the restraints.

"Stop moving."

"Oh, now you talk!"

You move despite his warning and he adjusts one of the knots and pulls on the rope. All your restraints seize up and lift you so high your head hits the ceiling. Your neck bends down to accommodate it, giving you an abysmal view of just how high up you are above the hard concrete floor.

"Okay okay! I'll stop! get me down from here!"

He lowers you and secures the knot again.

"So what now?"

He removes his gloves and stands between your legs running his bare hands up your thighs.

It might be the mask. It might be his tender touch. It might be the all-consuming helplessness. Either way, goosebumps formed on your skin pleasantly and terrifyingly.

He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and it falls to the ground. He's pale and lean with a defined v shape leading to the waistline of his black slacks.

He catches you looking and tilts your chin back up to meet his mask. He sticks two fingers in your mouth and orders you to suck them. Afraid he might lift you again or worse, leave you there, you do as you're told.