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What people don’t mention when running from a masked psycho killer is the slight thrill that you feel. Your adrenaline starts pumping and your heart is pounding with every beat. It’s like your whole body is vibrating and you can’t tell if it’s from being so petrified or not. What you do know is that hiding in this closet isn’t going to work out much longer. You can hear the heavy boots make their way across the floor and you slow your breathing, trying to be as quiet as you can. Hopefully, it just passes and leaves you alone, but you know that won’t happen. You’ve seen the news, you know that he gruesomely kills everyone he goes after and you just so happen to be the next on his list.
You didn’t think your night would turn out like this. It was normal at first, you had the house to yourself and planned on relaxing. That was until you got a call. When you answered the first time all you could hear was someone breathing on the other end, the second time was when this mysterious person spoke up.
“Sorry I didn’t speak earlier.” What a weird way to start a phone call. The voice was rough and sounded a bit weird, but you thought nothing of it.
“Who is this?” Usually, if someone misdialed the wrong number, they didn’t call back to apologize. Whoever this was must have really wanted to talk to you.
You heard rustling in the background of the call, like the person on the other end was moving around. “Just someone..” his voice trailed off and that’s when you started to get a bit concerned. “Someone that you may or may not know.”
The call was getting weirder by the second and you were tired of your time being wasted. “Listen, you had the wrong number the first time and that’s okay. I’m just gonna hang up now.” You pulled the phone away from your ear and just as you were about to hang up, you heard a soft ‘wait.’
Slowly, you brought the phone back up and waited to hear what was so important. “I wanna know what’s under those tiny little sleep shorts.” That’s when your heart dropped. The phone fell from your hands and you immediately went running and hid. Sure, it could be a joke, but you weren’t about to risk that.
And that’s how you ended up here.
As the boots get closer to the closet you’re hiding in, your breaths become slower, so slow that you start to hold your breath. You can now feel the fear start to take over the adrenaline and you were ready to plead for your life.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.” The voice changer that the killer was using made the hair on your arms stand up. He was so close and you’re sure that he can hear your heart pounding inside your chest. “Just wanna play with a pretty girl, that’s all.”
The door to the closet swung up and you were met face-to-mask with the psycho killer. “Gotcha!” You tried your best to scurry away, but he caught you by the hair and pulled your back against his hard chest. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily.”
As you looked up at the mask, you realized that the voice was much less scary than what you were now faced with. The mask was a stark white, mouth and eyes filled in with black. It looked like someone was screaming or wailing in pain. The eyes were at a weird slant and it gave you a feeling, a feeling that you just couldn’t shake off so easily. “See something you like?” The mask's mouth was right now to your ear. You could hear the other person breathing and you gulped. “Don’t act so bashful now. You weren’t when you were prancing around your living room in these short pajamas, being a tease, and making my cock so hard.”
You didn’t even process what he said, you didn’t care. “P-please, I’ll do anything you want.” Tears began to prick your eyes in hopes that pleading could work for you. “Anything, I’ll do it.”
The masked killer let out a sadistic laugh and you felt your stomach drop. You were so focused on pleading for your life that you didn’t even register what you were fully saying. Before you knew what was even happening, you were being pulled by your hair to your room. How did this person know where your bedroom was? How did they even get into the house? Your mind was boggled with so many questions and you knew you’d get no answers.
“You said you do anything, huh?” You looked up from your place at the bed, the person under the mask looking right back at you and cocking their head to the side. “Let’s see if you mean that.” They pulled the black robe that they were wearing over their head, leaving them in just the mask, an old DIO tee, and some ripped jeans. The shirt looks so familiar, but you just let it slip from your mind.
Your mouth gets dry when you notice their hard cock pressing against the zipper, just begging to be let out. “Don’t have me waiting all day now.” You felt the blade of the cold knife press into your cheek, just enough to let you know what the killer could actually do to you if he wanted.
Your shaking hand reached for the belt that held up his pants. Once you realized what you were doing, you pulled back. “I-I’ll do anything but this, please.” Tears were streaming down your face again, you just wanted to live. “I didn’t see your face, you can just leave and I’ll act like this never even happened.”
Above you, the guy let out a chuckle and tutted at you. “Tsk tsk, I’ve already made my decision,” his hand wrapped around your hair and pulled hard, making you yelp in pain. He hooked his thumb in your mouth and spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting tongue. “If you want to live, I suggest you start sucking.”
This was actually happening, was it? This was how your life ended? You were too lost in your thoughts to realize that the man in front of you had dropped his jeans and boxers to his knees, his cock now right in front of your face. The size and girth made you gulp.
“Aw, are you really that shy?” His calloused thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it plop back into position. “I know all about you and what this pretty mouth is capable of. Why do you think I picked you for tonight, hmm?” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew they were looking down at you, watching how the tears slowly fell down your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, you’re too pretty for that and it’s making my cock even harder. You flinched with the head of his leaking cock touching your lips. His rough hand immediately came down to hold your head still, his cock slowly sliding into your warm mouth. “Fuck, that’s it. Just let me use that pretty mouth of yours.”
His hips bucked into your mouth causing you to gag around his throbbing cock. “Is it too big for you?” Again, his cock hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water more than they already have been. “Guess you’ll just have to suck it up.”
Both of his hands reached for your head, holding it still as he fucked your mouth. Spit pooled in the corners of your mouth before dripping down to your chin. His balls squished against your chin with each thrust, making a squelching sound reach your ears. “Never knew you could be this dirty. Just gonna keep ruining every part of you.”
When you looked up at him, you watched as his hand came down and two of his fingers clamped down on your nose. You were struggling to breathe more, coughing around his cock but he didn’t seem to care. “C’mon, you can take it can’t you?” Your nails scratched at his hairy thighs before he pulled his fingers away. “There, now you can breathe.”
He pulled away, giving you a chance to actually catch your breath. Your makeup had stained your cheeks and your lips were red and swollen. You barely had a chance to recover before he was pulling your head further between his thighs, his heavy sack now pressed against your lips.
You know what he wanted, it was evident in the pushing of your head. When your tongue rolled around one of the cum filled balls, his head dropped in pleasure. “That’s it,” you sucked both balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue over both of them. “Keep sucking, just like that.”
The balls tensed up in your mouth and you couldn’t deny the throb that was starting to form between your legs any longer. This was so wrong, but your body felt that it was so right.
Again, he pulled your head away and forced his whole cock into your mouth. The way gagged you around his cock, made him groan out even more. “Listen to that,” he held his hips still, his cock just resting in the back of your throat. “God dammit, never wanna stop using this mouth.”
After a few more thrusts into your mouth, he pulled his cock from your raw throat, a string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his cock. His pants are now completely off, giving him more access to move. “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He helped you stand up before pushing you onto the bed. “Gotta get more of a taste of you.”
You sat up on your elbows, your heart pounding in your chest. The closer his hands got to the hem of your shorts, the more you wanted to close your legs. You know if you tried that though, it wouldn’t work out for you in the end. Instead, you endured it. You endured his rough hands slowly pulling down your shorts. He stopped to let out a groan at the sight of your panties barely covering your pussy. You cowered under his eyes, wanting to turn away from them.
“I just knew you were hiding such a perfect pussy under these shorts.” He tossed the shorts to the side, not caring where they ended up. His thumb ran over your clothed clit, causing your whole body to shiver. “You like this don’t you? Like that you’re being touched in such an intimate way?”
You didn’t answer him, just nodded your head yes. He didn’t like that so much, smacking down on your thigh. His ring-clad fingers left behind a sting, a sting that you were loving at the moment. “Y-yes, yes I like it.” Your voice was weak, the words already coming out broken.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His soft lips, in contrast to his hands, kissed over your ankle. He nibbled over it some, smirking up at you when you let out a tiny gasp. “I cannot wait to hear more of those pretty sounds,” his tongue darted out and licked over his bite mark. “M’gonna have you screaming for me.”
The cold blade of his knife ran up your thigh, sliding briefly under your panties before pulling away from them. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect next. You felt the blade press into your supple skin, causing you to let out a hiss at the contact. It stung and felt good all at once. The knife carved in more, you could tell he was marking you with letters, but you couldn’t tell just what they were. When you lifted your head to get a look at the masked killer you noticed that his mask was pulled up a bit, exposing a toothy grin. You felt the blood begin to drip down your leg, but it didn’t drip for long. His tongue caught the blood, swallowing it down.
“Tastes good, but I bet this pussy tastes even better.” He spread your thighs wider, you helped just a bit. “Knew you wanted this.” He kissed your pussy over your panties, before pulling them to the side. When he spread your pussy lips apart, your slick strung between them.
You didn’t have much time to protest before his tongue swiped over your clit, swirling around the swollen bud. Pleasure took over your body and you tried your best not to moan, not to let him know how he was making you feel but it was beginning to get too much. Each swipe of his tongue against you was sending you into a spiral, adding more fuel to the fire inside of you.
A moan finally left your lips when he suckled your clit in between his plump lips. “I-, oh god.” You couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny just how good he was making you feel. It’s when you felt his teeth that your back arched off the bed. It was a foreign feeling, but you were beginning to love it too much.
He pulled away, his lips and chin covered in all your slick. “Feels good doesn’t it?” His tongue swiped down to your pussy hole, making you clench around nothing. “This will feel even better.”
Slowly, his tongue slid in and it made your eyes roll right to the back of your head. You could hear the squelching noises from between your thighs and you let out a small giggle at it before you moaned again. Your hands search for anything to grab onto before settling on the sheets below you. This man had skill, knowing just how to roll his tongue inside you and how to add pressure with his thumb right to your clit. It felt like you were getting pleasure from each angle.
“Tastes just like honey,” he hummed against you.
Between the pressure from his thumb and the swirling of his tongue inside you, you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Your body writhed against the mattress, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. The moans rolled off your tongue and your back arched towards the ceiling, you had no control over your body.
“Did I fucking say you could cum?” Smack! He smacked against your pussy, his rings catching at your clit. The action made you clench around nothing and he chuckled.
“I- I’m sorry?” You didn’t know what to say, your mind and body still coming down from your orgasm. Your breath had barely been caught when he pulled away.
“Sorry?” He moved from his position between your thighs to be right by your head. “You will be sorry.” He pulled you by his head and slipped behind you. “Let’s get this shirt off.”
You watched as he grabbed the knife, sliding it under your shirt and cutting through the flimsy material. Your nipples hardened immediately and you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold air hitting them or the feeling of being used.
His hands gripped at your boobs, smacking them, and then pulled at your nipples. Your hips rolled against his and you could feel his cock rutting between your ass cheeks. “Now you wanna be a good girl?” He reached onto the floor and grabbed your panties, shoving them into your mouth. “Let’s just see how good you can actually be.”
Fingers traced down your body, one hand still playing with your nipple. Slowly, he brushed over your clit, making you buck into his touch. You couldn’t moan, just letting out a tiny hum from the panties in your mouth. He rubbed your clit between two of his fingers, just like your nipple and your breathing was already becoming more ragged.
“Yeah, you like that?” His hand left your nipple and came up to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off a small amount of your air supply. “Like being treated this way?”
You coughed out a moan when he slid two fingers into you, curling right at your g-spot. He knew exactly where it was and it was rubbing against it relentlessly. Your hips ground against his hand, adding more pressure than before.
“You're gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He was right. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm and his fingers were sending you into overdrive. “Go on, make a mess for me.”
And that’s when you heard it before you inevitably felt it. You heard the gush of yourself cumming against his fingers, your vision going blurry. The squeezing on your throat didn’t let up even as you struggled to breathe through your now second orgasm of the night. Your whole body went limp and you felt yourself drip down his fingers and onto the sheet below you, doing exactly as he said and making a mess.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” his words weren’t helping at all. You kept cumming for what felt like minutes before your vision finally wasn’t blurry anymore.
He pulled his fingers away and spread them apart in front of your face. You noticed how they glistened and your orgasm was strung between them. “It’s your turn to get a taste,” he removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with his fingers. Greedily, you sucked them dry, turning your head to the side and making eye contact with him through the mask. “Fuck, you’re just a little slut.”
This man started out having you beg for your life and now you were wrapped around his finger, quite literally. Funny how things change, right?
You were pushed down against the bed, your stomach flopping against the mattress. “Now, it’s time for act three.” Behind you, he was stripping the rest of the way. Of course, the masked stayed on. “M’gonna fuck this pretty pussy until I’m absolutely satisfied that you’re worth living.”
His hands grabbed your ass, rubbing over the smooth skin before pulling back and spank! Your body jolted forward from how hard he hit, more tears threatening to spill. “Shit.”
The head of his cock rubbed against your very sensitive and swollen clit, causing you to whimper and him to groan at just how wet you are. “This pussy is so pretty,” he slowly slid in and groaned at just how tight you were. “Sad that it’s about to be ruined.”
Your head was pressed against the covers, muffling your moans at being so full of cock. He didn’t like that, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so that your back was flush against his bare chest. “Scream for me.” He pulled his cock all the way out before slamming back in. You screamed out a pornographic moan, so loud that you’re sure the neighbors could hear. “That’s more fucking like it.”
His hips kept snapping into yours, making your body jolt and moans spill from your mouth. “Please, fuck-, please don’t stop.” Your words were coming out broken, he was making your brain and body feel so fuzzy. The way his balls were slapping on your clit was just making you moan more, “feels so good.”
“Yeah? Feels good?” He grabbed your hips and made you grind against his cock. His head fell forward in pleasure, hair falling from behind the mask. “This is my pussy now,” he reached around, and his thumb found your clit. “Just made for me.”
“Y-yours, it’s yours.” How were you already so close? You could feel your toes start to curl and your thighs start to shake. He knew just how to push the right buttons and say the right things.
To add to the pleasure, he spits down into your puckered-up and takes his other thumb, and rubbed the spit into your skin. “Gotta give this pretty ass some attention, don’t I?” You felt his thumb push into the right muscle and you almost lost it. He held it there, his thrusts helping push the thumb in deeper. “So tight, so pretty.”
You clenched around his thumb and cock. It felt like your body was going into overdrive. “Please, please.” You had no idea what you were begging for. Was it for you to cum or for him to fuck you harder? At that moment, you didn’t care, you just wanted all of him.
He timed his thumb rubbing your clit to the harsh thrusts of his hard cock inside your pussy. You could feel each part of his cock; the veins, the mushroom-shaped head. Fuck, he felt so good. You clenched around his cock, trying so hard to hold off your orgasm but one more of his thrusts into your g spot sent you into a frenzy.
“Oh- oh my god!” You felt yourself gush around his cock, your body falling limp against the mattress. Everything was on fire; from your head straight to your toes. You couldn’t contain the moans or profanities falling from your lips, you had no card in the world other than your third orgasm ripping through every inch of your body.
“Atta girl.” He didn’t stop thrusting, not until you had stopped cumming around his cock. When he pulled out, his whole cock was covered in his cum and he smirked at the sight below him. “Look at this, proof of how I own you.”
You tried to move, tried to roll over but your body was spent. He flipped you over though, your back now pressed against the mattress. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
“Please, I can’t take anymore.” Every part of you was sensitive. The slightest touch makes you whimper.
He didn’t care though, sliding his cock right back into your very soaked pussy. You listened to him groan and looked down at where the two of you were connected. That’s when you saw it; the initials carved into your thigh. E.M
You both smirked as you traced your fingers over them. A thrust distracted you from looking, your hands grabbing at his thighs. “Holy-.”
“It’s my turn to cum.” This time was about Eddie’s pleasure. He was chasing his own release and you were just his fleshlight. Eddie grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them forward, your legs now pressed against your chest. This new angle made him hit deeper than before. “The best pussy in the fucking world.”
Your legs shook with each snap of his hips, his pubic bone rubbing right against your clit. The pleasure inside of you was already building it, still not fully recovered from the last time. “Eddie, I-.”
“Sh, baby. I know.” He grunted when you clenched around him, his head falling back. Eddie was already so close to cumming, holding back early just so he could focus on you. You knew he was close, could tell by how red his chest was getting and how his thrusts started to falter. “You gonna cum with me?”
“Uhuh,” was all you said before his hands gripped your hips and pulled you to him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.
It didn’t take long for him to cum after that. His head was falling into your shoulder, his cock stilling inside of you as his cum pumped deep into your pussy. His breath was hot against your neck, fanning over you with each grunt he let out. Eddie came so much that you could feel it start to drip from your ruined hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You held onto him tightly as your own orgasm came, his name like a prayer on your lips. “Eddie.. my god.” Never have you orgasmed this hard. Your whole body was stiff as the pleasure raked through your body, sending a tingly feeling through each of your nerves. You soaked every bit of his cock.
Moments passed before the two of you said anything and you could feel his cock soften inside of you. Breaths were the only thing to be heard until he pulled out and you both hissed at the sensation. When Eddie looked down to watch his cum spill out of your spent hole, he scooped it back up and pushed it inside. “Can’t let this go to waste,” you couldn’t see his face but you knew there was a smirk plastered across it. “Wouldn’t you just love to have a serial killer's baby?”
Eddie plopped down beside you on the bed and finally took the mask off. His face was red and covered in sweat and sure enough, there was that smirk. “How was that?”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. “Tell me you don’t do all of that with your victims.”
He joined you in laughing and shook his head. “Of course not, baby. You’re my special victim.” Eddie places a tender kiss on your forehead, the total opposite of what just occurred.
“Thank god.” You snuggled into his side and smiled as it was his turn to trace over the letters he has carved into you.
“Next time we should invite Harrington.” Eddie’s eyes looked into yours, a devilish glint in his brown eyes. “That way you can be fucked by two killers.”
Your pussy throbbed at the idea, but you pushed that thought far from your mind for now. You needed a break; the both of you did after tonight’s festivities.