Page 28 of Trick or Treat
Riley
When I explain the straightforward rules of the game that me and the boys invented, I notice utter fear swirling in her terror filled eyes. I know she doesn't want to play, but she has no choice. She's definitely aware that she's being set up to fail, but it's still entertaining to play with her perception by making her think there's a way out when there isn't.
I extend my arm and reach my hand down, helping her to her feet. She sways back and forth, attempting to maintain her balance with the help of a tombstone beside her—the same one she cracked her head on when I shoved her ass down to the ground. A tiny gash on her head catches my attention, and blood is already dripping from the nasty wound, making my mouth water and my cock harden. I approach her, licking my lips, eager to taste how delectable she is.
I take her face in my hands and lower her head, pressing my lips against the cut. I swish my tongue over it softly, licking away the oozing blood that coats my tongue and teeth. My taste buds are roused by the metallic flavor, and internal fireworks begin to erupt. I try to clean the gash while sucking on her skin like a fucking vampire, savoring the taste of her blood on my tongue despite the fact that I’ll soon be tasting more of it.I couldn't wait.
She writhes, and I eventually release her, leaving her with a look of complete shock as I wipe my lips with my fingers and immediately suck them into my mouth.
"Yummy."
"Gross," she scoffs, like she's better than me or something.
"You haven't even seen gross yet, trouble. I'd get running if I were you. You don't wanna see what happens if—whenI fucking catch you…so run."
She finally musters the strength to move her feet, which are frozen in the dead grass, and runs through the eerie cemetery as quickly as her long, sexy legs allow her. I take my time, knowing the graveyard is rigged with traps, and casually walk in the direction she runs, grabbing rope, a pack of smokes, and my lighter, knowing how much pain I can inflict on her with just these items.This is going to be so much fun.
Even though I’m pretty sure which way she went, I take my time lighting one of the cigarettes and looking for her. I hear a light scream shortly after hearing the rustling of leaves not too far away. I turn to face the source ofthe noise while grinning, the corners of my lips pulling up. She’s huddled down in front of me, wailing and clutching her twisted ankle as she's caught in one of the nets Nixon has strewn about.
"That's not fair! You didn't even give me a chance!" she cries, cowering as I stand over her, dangling the rope above her head.
"Nobody said anything about rules." I make a noose out of the rope, loop it around her neck, and tie the other end to her hands so that if she pulls, the end around her neck will get tighter. "So, I heard you work at the prison in Bridgewater, huh?" I pull her pants down and force her to her knees, revealing her chubby little ass. She lets out a painful gasp as I grab a handful and dig my fingers deep into it. Ripping her thong off, I run my hand over her pussy, coating her ass with her wetness, knowing what I’m about to do will hurt like hell.
"Who told you that?" Her voice is shaky as she tries to transport herself elsewhere in her mind—anywhere but where she is right now.
"I have my ways. You should know that by now." I plunge two fingers into her tight, untouched hole without warning, causing her body to jerk and the rope around her neck to tighten as her hands moved in surprise. "Hold still, or you're going to choke yourself to death. Unless that's what you fucking want."
I pull out my cock and tap the tip of it against her quivering lips to get her to open her mouth. She sucks me inside, ever so willingly, while gently massaging my shaft with her tongue and gazing intently into my eyes. I brutally, rhythmically press my fingers into her ass to prepare her for the surprise we have in store for her on Halloween.
By now, we’re all aware of how good she is at sucking a cock, but we’ll all be surprised by what she’s capable of doing with her pussy and her ass.
Still smoking my cigarette, I take it from between my lips and taunt her with it. She cries out in pain as I lift up her shirt and start to bite at her skin, leaving menacing-looking bite marks all over her tender, olive flesh. But when I press the glowing end of the cigarette against her breasts, she screamsat the top of her lungs, opening her mouth wide enough for me to slam my cock down her throat and see the outline of the area I’m obsessively massaging.
She writhes as I press my fingers deep into her ass while she continues sucking on my cock as hot liquid leaks out and collects in her belly. I slip out of her mouth, allowing my cum to spurt all over her lips and neck, showering her skin and ruining her tear-stained face.
"Even more beautiful, covered in cum, Scarlett. Who would've thought?" I laugh, but she doesn't think it's funny.
She’s held captive exclusively for me by the rope that’s still wrapped around her wrists and neck as I pull my cock away and push her to the ground. I yanked my fingers out of her ass and put them in my mouth, sucking her juices clean off. Her taste lingers on my tongue, reawakening my cock.
Once I’m behind her, I kneel down and spread her ass apart, licking a line from her sopping cunt to her tight, bloody ass while slurping up the juices I’ve already extracted from her. Her whimpers echo around us as she writhes on the grass, careful not to move her hands. I dip my tongue in her pussy and then move to her ass, repeating the act until her body shakes with need. When I slap her cheek with my hand raised in the air, the other cheek vibrates and bears a vivid red imprint. I slap her again, ripping yelp after yelp from her throat with each strike.
By the time I’m finished, her ass is raw and bright red, and she’s lying in a heap beneath me, panting from an orgasm and sobbing from the pain I’ve caused her. I take my knife out of my pocket and cut the rope to release her from my wrath—at least temporarily. She scurries to her feet while desperately looking for her clothes. Like the fool that she is,she runs…so I chase her.
Scarlett
As I run, I can’t see anything. My body trembles violently, and tears cloud my vision. I just want to be clean and tucked back into my bed. I want to be free of him. I feel filthy, but how come it feels so good? This is fucked up. They are monsters, and I can not get away from them because they are real and not just in my head.
Although my body is in excruciating pain, I run as quickly as I can. My skin is covered in bite marks, which are swollen and painful beyond anything I have ever known. The burn marks give off an unabating sensation of fire melting my flesh. Everything hurts more in the cold air. My ass stings, and the pain grows worse with each step I take. My heart overflows with hope as I see the iron gates that will eventually lead me outside of this bizarre prison. The sensation is transient, though, as the man in the red mask approaches me while brandishing a bat. I pause and take a step back, shrieking and shaking even more than before.
"P…please. Let me go home." Even though I know it’s pointless, I beg.
These men do whatever they want. The chaseiswhat they wanted all along. He expected me to flee, and I fucking fell for it.How stupid can you be, Scarlett?
He remains silent. Instead, he approaches me, raises the bat in the air, and swings forcefully, the blood-stained wood striking my shins with great force, knocking me to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I lay here staring up at him when an instantaneous, blinding pain shoots up my spine, rendering me helpless.
"We're not done yet, trouble. We'refarfrom finished, you and me." He strokes his cock once more, and I catch myself licking my lips as he lowers to his knees and directs it toward my mouth.
I close my eyes as I feel the wet, swollen tip rubbing against my lips.Here we go again.