Page 73 of Trick or Treat
Feeling his tongue licking me and dipping into my pussy, I can't move, the pleasure is too intense. But Nixon comes over and pushes me down more, his tongue licking around my ass while Blade continues to tongue fuck my pussy, making me writhe against the terrified beaten man beneath me.
Their fingers find my holes and begin their brutal assault, only lasting briefly before they decide to use their knives instead. Nixon slides the handle of his in and out of my ass slowly, making my body spasm with pure bliss as I drag my blade across the man's throat, getting off from the fear in his eyes.
"Good little brat," he says, kissing along my spine.
Blade works the handle of his knife deep in my pussy, using his fingers to roll teasing circles over my clit that have my hips bucking wildly from the incredible sensation.
"As soon as you plunge that knife into him, killer,we'll plunge our cocks into you… be a good girl for us." Blade kisses the inside of my trembling thighs, urging me to use my knife instead of torturing the man with it… and so I do, wanting their cocks more than anything.
Raising the knife, I plunge it into his throat, watching blood leak out immediately, pooling onto the sheet below. Right away, they take their knives out of my pussy and my ass and get into position, keeping me bent over the bleeding man. Blade enters my ass in one brutal thrust while Nixon slams into my pussy, both filling me to the brink.
"So tight… so wet… so bloody." Blade winks as I turn my head to look at him, wanting his approval so bad for some reason.
Plunging the knife into him over and over again, blood splatters everywhere, making a mess of Blade, Nixon, and me as we roll around in it. Still, they fuck me over the dead body, thrusting harder and faster, smearing the dead man's blood all over me like they're fingerpainting.
"Yes, fuck…" Blade moans, holding me tightly.
How can something so vile be so good? How can two people who are so bad for you be so good for you? It makes no sense. I need to get away from them, but I want to stay. Holding the knife, I keep slashing as they keep fucking me.
The scene is a chaotic blend of violence and desire, the very embodiment of twisted pleasure and self-destruction. Each thrust and slash intensifies the conflicting emotions within me, leaving me torn between the urge to escape and the pull to remain entangled in this sadistic dance.
"Your pussy loves my cock, doesn't it, brat?"
"Yes, God, yes," I pant.
Blade and Nixon, my two partners in this maddening act, seem unfazed by the horrific display we've become. They revel in the macabre, finding pleasure in the blood that coats our bodies and mingles with our sweat. It's as if their souls are intertwined with the darkness, embracing the abyss without succumbing to its grip.
"Yes!" Iscream.
As the adrenaline courses through my veins, I question my own sanity. How could I be drawn to such depravity? The severed connection between right and wrong threatens to unravel my very existence. But in the midst of this insanity, I found a twisted solace, a vile delight that defied reason.
"Look at how fucking sexy you look, sinner."
Every slash of the knife and every thrust of their cocks only deepens my obsession. It's a paradoxical addiction, one that defies all logic and comprehension.
Deep down, I know I need to break free from this destructive cycle. The pull of self-preservation urges me to abandon this morbid trio and seek shelter in the light. Yet, an inexplicable desire holds me captive, chaining me to the darkness that surrounds us.
My grip on the knife tightens, my movements becoming more frenzied as I desperately try to make sense of it all. The crimson stains on my skin soak into my being, marking me as a willing accomplice to this unhinged affair. It's as if I had become an embodiment of the demons that tormented my mind.
I long for clarity amidst this chaos, a moment of respite from the relentless torment. But with each passing moment, the realization grows stronger—the answers I want would not be found in their embrace. The only way to truly find salvation was to sever my ties with this perverse euphoria.
The knife slips from my grasp, clattering to the floor, its metallic echo serving as a grim reminder of the violence that had consumed us. My body convulses, my breath heavy and labored, the guilt and shame clawing at my conscience as my climax rips through me like a violent wave of forced pleasure—but I want it, all of it. They fuck me harder, ripping me apart, clawing at me, and smearing me in blood as their cum pours into me, mixing with the blood of the man I just killed for them.
"Good, brat. Come for us. Soak me, psycho."
My pussy grips Nixon's cock while my ass tightens around Blade's, both of them grunting through their own release as the three of us tremble and scream, euphoria washing over us as we collapse on the bloody bed.
"I want you to stay," Blade admits.
In that fleeting moment, a flicker of clarity pierced through the darkness that surrounded me. The path to redemption may be treacherous, but I knew I had to embark on it. I had to break free from the clutches of these sinister temptations, for my own sanity and salvation.
As the echoes of our twisted affair reverberated in my mind, I turned my back to Blade and Nixon, and the haunting memories we had created. With every breath and memory that hit me at full force I felt the heavy weight of their influence lessening, allowing a glimmer of hope to permeate my shaken spirit.
Though the scars, both physical and emotional, would forever bear witness to the depth of my descent, I vowed to embrace the journey of rebuilding. For in the wake of darkness, there lies the potential for growth, for redemption, and for a chance at a life free from the shackles of self-destruction.
They want me to stay but I want to leave… I've never been more torn in my life. I was so set on killing them. I need to kill them, plain and simple. I have to kill them.
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