Page 53 of Trick or Treat

“Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy it.” He slams his cock into me as soon as my head hits the pillow, causing a scream to rip from my throat as he tears my pussy with the size of his cock. My bedroom door slams open, and three men walk in, terrifying me.

“Get out!” I scream, pain coursing through my entire body as Blade continues to fuck me, oblivious to the intruders.

“Relax, sinner. They’re here to watch the show.”

Confusion knocks the wind out of me as he pumps his hips, each vicious thrust ripping my tight pussy. I ignore the warm liquid trickling down the insides of my thighs, noticing Blade's eyes light up when he feels it as well. And that’s when I see them. They approach my window, the moonlight highlighting the masks on their faces.Silver…White…Red…No…

Blade

Her expression is fucking priceless. Her fixed gaze on the three masked men watching me fuck her draws my attention to the window. The pain isn’t even fucking bothering her anymore, even though she’s bleeding all fucking over me.

I grab her hips and thrust mine into her tight, virgin pussy, ripping her apart like I promised her so many times. Her blood and arousal soak her sheet, making my cock slide in and out of her with ease, even with her tight muscles trying to fight me out. She grips the sheet, frozen, as she stares at the guys, still unable to speak.

“What’s wrong, Sinner?” I ask, huffing in between strokes that make my fucking back ache.

She’s so fucking tight, and I’m not gonna last much longer. Fear flickers in the browns of her irises as she shifts her gaze away from the guys and toward me. They widen as her back arches off the bed, and I pound into her as if she’s been fucked before. Paralyzed in terror, her jaw drops and her pussy grips my cock as her orgasm begins to show it’s pretty face, but she still hasn’t uttered a single fucking word.

Leaning down, I seize her mouth, curling my tongue around hers with enough force to steal her breath. Her hands shove against my chest, but I’m too strong for her to fight off. She screams into my mouth as her pussy contracts, clutching my cock and soaking me. I let my climax rush through me as she experiences her first orgasm, easing my cock deep inside of her and filling her with my cum.

“Fuck, sinner. I knew you’d be worth the wait.” I bite her lip, yanking it along with me as I pull my face away from hers, leaving her with a horrified expression.

As her body trembles beneath mine, she pants, trying to catch her breath. My cock gleams with her cum, soaked in dark red blood that drips down my legs, leaving me with an insatiable desire to have her again. I climb up her body, aiming my cock at her parted lips as she stares atme in shock, lust flashing in her eyes still. Cum spurts out in thick globs, landing on her lips and dripping down her chin, making a mess all over her pretty little face.

She stays still, her tits bouncing from her heaving chest, and her nipples so fucking hard they could fucking cut me like my own damn knife that's beside her head. I stroke my cock, spraying my cum all over her face, making her skin glisten even more.

Saint comes over when I climb off of her, leaving her shaking in absolute fear and shock, still frozen to the bed. He lowers his head and licks my cum off her face before crashing his mouth on hers, forcefully choking her with his thick, pierced tongue as he relishes the taste of me in his mouth.

Even after I wash myself up, she lies motionless, unable to turn away from the masked men who are still fixating obsessively on her naked, bloody body as though she were a piece of fucking meat. When she still doesn’t move, I rip her shaky thighs apart and lower my head, licking a slow path from her ass to her clit, sopping up the blood leaking from her.

“Stop that! You’re gross!” she yells, her face furious, as she scoots up toward the headboard, hugging her knees to her chest.

I grab her neck and squeeze it, crashing my mouth on hers, kissing her manically so she tastes the delicious blood that’s coating my tongue.

“Ah, she speaks.”

I lick my lips and sigh in contentment as I take a seat at the foot of her bed. Saint goes into her closet, rummaging through her clothes in search of something for her to wear.We can’t take her out of here naked, although I’d love to.

“Wh…Whatdid you do?” she asks, glaring at me.

“Nothing, Scarlett. I just fucked you like you wanted.”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am, so why are you asking?” I grin as Saint walks out, throwing some clothes at her. He throws my mask at me, and I put it on, making her beautiful, lustful eyes widen in terror.

“You!” she screams, finally putting the puzzle together.

While impatiently waiting for her to get dressed, the four of us surrounded the bed, preventing her from leaving.

“Surprise, sinner. Now get the fuck dressed. We have places to be.” I grab her clothes and hurl them at her, hoping to shake her out of her trance. But she refuses to budge.

"Do we have to dress you like a fucking child?" Nixon spits as he grabs her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“You sure as fuck weren’t acting like a child when Blade was balls deep in that pussy, were you?” He continues, taking the initiative to put her pants on.

She stares at the four of us, betrayal visible in her features, tugging at my heart, but I try to ignore it.

“What do you want? Haven’t you ruined my life enough over the last year?” she screams again, her voice becoming louder.