Page 20 of Trick or Treat
"Bu…But I… I didn't do anything…" she murmurs softly against his palm as she begins to feel a little more at ease with us.
She seems more interested in what we are doing here than anything else. I inch the severed finger higher as Blade parts her legs for me, his hand still planted firmly over her mouth to keep her screams muffled in case she wants to let one out. The higher I raise the finger, the more tense her body becomes. As I grab my blade and use the point to sever the delicate silk fabric of her underwear in a single swift cut, she trembles in fear of what we might do to her.
"Don't worry, pretty little thing. We're not going to hurt you.Not yet, anyway. And when we do, Ipromiseyou're gonna fucking love it."
Once more, I roll circles over her swollen little clit with her friend's finger, causing her eyes to twitch uncontrollably. Because she doesn’t want to be enjoying the pleasure, I can see the torture whirling around inside of them. My cock throbs against the spandex of my tight underwear as the scent of her arousal fills the night air.
"Would you like me to stop, Trouble?" I ask her, still rubbing her clit and making her pussy gush for me.
She shakes her head nervously, an embarrassed look in her eyes, as her body continues to betray her while her mind struggles with the concept of right and wrong.
"Use your words, Sinner,and tell my brother if you want him to stop," Blade orders as he removes his hand from her mouth so we can hear her answer.
"No,"Is all she says, her eyes fluttering closed as I keep flicking her clit.
"You virgins are dirty girls, aren't you?" I ask, a smirk hidden beneath my mask.
Her eyes widen as she wonders how I knew she was a virgin, but I’ve been doing my homework and know everything about her. Blade places his hand over her mouth once more, this time gently grabbing her throat and applying gentle pressure, causing her face to turn a light shade of red.
She would probably have a panic attack if she knew I was playing with her pussy with Shawn's severed fingers.
I continue strictly rubbing her clit with Shawn's fingers because I want to get my fingers inside of her first. As I do, I watch her terrified, glossy eyes roll back in disbelief at the pleasure her body is experiencing. A muffled moan escapes her throat, but we can hear it through Blade's hand as I roll the pad of the finger faster and harder in concentric circles, making her clit swell beneath it. I can tell the alcohol is loosening her up the longer the three of us sit here against the headstone in the back, right above where her friend is buried.
Blade pulls another finger from the bag and places it on her clit as well, giving the impression that we’re both using our fingers to play with her sopping wet pussy while she has her eyes closed and her hands gripping the grass next to her. Even though I want much more, I’ll be content for the time being with the finger games because watching her and hearing the sounds that emanate from her throat are half the fun.
Scarlett
I make an effort to ignore the fact that I'm in acemetery, sitting here while two masked men finger me, but I can't. At the very least, I’m not able to block itallout. I’m not sure if it’s the overwhelming sense of fear or the incredible amount of pleasure coursing through my body, but I can’t seem to get away from them. But what's even worse is that I can't find my voice to tell them no either. A part of me doesn't want them to stop because it feels too good. But why does it feel good when it's undoubtedly fucked up beyond belief?
"Are you still with us, Sinner?" Black's silky voice fills my ears as I lie here with my eyes closed, my head resting comfortably against the headstone Carli is buried beneath.
When I try to respond, I nod, but no words come out, despite the fact that my lips move as if I am speaking. My entire body has a hazy, light sensation that makes me feel as though I'm floating on a cloud in the sky.
"She's good. I think she's just drunk. She chugged that shit back quick."
"Who knows what she had before she got here."
I can hear them talking, but I keep my eyes closed. My lower belly muscles start to contract quickly as I enjoy the sensation of their fingers on my body.
"Scarlett, open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come." Silver's voice is more possessive than it has been all night, causing me to slowly open my eyes and desperately search the night for him.
I try to control my breathing as a surge of urgent desire rips through me while licking my lips and taking slow, deliberate breaths. Even in the complete blackness and behind the confines of his mask, I can make out the blue of his eyes staring back at me from behind the swirlingdarkness.
"Good girl. Now fucking keep them on me."
Both of them tease me by circling my opening with the wetness they have extracted from my pussy without actually pushing their fingers inside of me. Black presses down on my clit while my legs tremble and my climax rips through me like a current. As they mercilessly rub and flick my clit, sending me over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, my back arches, but Silver presses down on my stomach, keeping me grounded to the grass.
As they smile at me and gradually remove their hands from between my trembling legs after I’m done, I almost feel embarrassed to look at either of them. My hearing is completely distorted, and my head is pounding. The men in front of me start to appear to be doubled, giving the impression that there are now four of them.
As my vision starts to play tricks on me, the image of four masked men is now staring down at me, so I rub my eyes and make an effort to sit up. And then everything around me turns black as I feel myself slowly slipping backward into a terrifyingly dark abyss.
I have no memory of how or when I arrived at my house, but a few hours later, I wake in my bed wearing only a plain black T-shirt that I have never seen before. It has a strangely satisfying aroma of cologne and death.
With Melanie away for the holiday, I know I'm alone, and the chills that attack my body are no joke. I pull the blanket up to my chin, trying to concentrate on the TV rather than the wind-smacking tree branches against the window. The moon is obscured by clouds, but a streetlight in the alley next to my window shines in, illuminating something on thewindowsill. I take a deep breath, recalling the blood smears in the same spot not long ago.
What is that?
I would rather stay in bed than get out to check. Of course, if I don’t know what’s over there, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to sleep.