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It was her favorite time of year. Crisp autumn leaves and the spooky undertones of fall have always been a comfort. October was especially her favorite, because that meant that the haunted house attractions in her city were finally open again. She loved getting scared, whether it be haunted houses, scary movies, jumpscares, you name it.
This particular evening, she had plans to go to one of the new haunted attractions that had opened up this year for the first time. It was one of those outside ones, the kind where you had to walk on a trail and the actors would jump out and chase you a bit. She had heard about it from her friends who had already gone. In fact, she was curious about the way they raved about it. Most of them had mentioned a specific scare actor – some guy with a mask. They said he was huge, over 6’ tall with arms thicker than your neck and thighs the size of reasonably sized tree trunks. Her friends loved to exaggerate. She could feel the smirk on her face as her friends ranted about this man, knowing that she had to go see him for herself.
When she arrived at the haunted trail, things seemed relatively normal for this sort of thing. People were milling about, either buying a ticket or having one of the fall themed foods. Some of them screamed as a few people jumped out to scare them, the darkness of the evening creating a perfect atmosphere for frights. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, enjoying the familiarity of the frightening ambiance. The cool breeze brushed over the back of her neck and she shivered lightly. Wind blew straight through her jeans, the holes in them being large and exposing her skin underneath. She felt lucky that she at least wore a long sleeved shirt, choosing it since the red and black stripes on it complimented her hair.
Buying her ticket and entering the trail, she felt comfortable. These horror attractions never really made her afraid, it was mostly the thrill of getting startled and spooked. As she made her way through the path, there were several startling instances, but she typically felt at ease. People jumped out at her, yelling and growling, even a few of the typical chainsaw jumpscares. She enjoyed it and continued on through the path. The path wound around a lake, far enough from it that nobody would actually fall in, but close enough that she could see the water glinting from the moon. She found herself wandering through an area that had no jumpscares, briefly wondering if she strayed from the path a bit by accident. Beneath her feet was the trail, though, so she kept walking. She walked for about 5 minutes before getting nervous. There was a light up ahead but after not seeing any people, her hopes were already low and she cursed herself for potentially straying from the winding trail in the dark. She kept walking on the path, towards the light which seemed to be a bit far out.
Rounding the corner to continue on towards the distant light, she felt a prickle on the back of her neck. It wasn’t from the breeze, it was more of an alarming feeling that traveled to her stomach. It felt as if she was being hunted, like prey in the vicinity of a predator. She quickly looked around, tense and uneasy. Something deeply primal in her told her that she was in danger, so she took off running in the direction of that light that she saw before. If she actually was in danger, that was her best bet. The leaves beneath her crunched as she cut through the woods, off the worn path. She hurtled small logs, and the thin branches whipped her face as she ran. Amidst her panic, she didn’t hear the sound of somebody running behind her. She definitely didn’t realize that they were gaining on her until it was almost too late. Terrified, she looked back for a brief second and let out a shriek. There was an enormous man about an arms length behind her. The man was dressed in all black: black jeans, black boots, and a long sleeved black shirt. But that mask… It was one of those Ghost Face masks that all of her friends thirsted over. It now makes sense to her why they found him so attractive. Even if this is an insane moment where he is actually running her down like a fucking serial killer, she still got it.
Facing forward and letting out a string of curses, she ran harder. Her chest burned and her legs ached from overexertion. At that moment, she promised the universe, God, whoever that she would go to the gym more if she survived. Her body hit the ground as something slammed into her like a freight train, pinned under the weight and a firm, tattooed hand that held her down by her neck. The scream she let out was cut off as he briefly cut off the airflow in her throat. Trembling, she tried to catch her breath as he held her down, taking inventory of the situation she found herself in. The ground was rough and hard under her body, the nightly coldness of the earth making her situation even more jarring. Appraising the man on top of her, she realized that he was breathing hard, and his mask had been slightly dislodged from when he tackled her to the ground. His face was revealed from the nose down, showcasing his mouth that was twisted in a wicked smile. For a second, her heart panged from how handsome he actually was, but she pushed those thoughts away quickly, remembering her situation. She struggled slightly, trying to determine if there was any chance of escape.
She realized just how trapped she actually was. Her body was stuck under his, his thighs on either side of her hips. As much as she wriggled and squirmed under his grasp, she was unable to get even the slightest bit free. She whined as the hand on her throat loosened its hold and moved to pinch at her cheeks before settling near her chin. His grip on her jaw was bruising, a squeezing pressure that caused her mouth to open slightly. A whimper escaped her lips.
She could see that wicked smile on his lips from under his mask, his teeth shining in the light of the moon. If this wasn’t enough to know he was enjoying it, she could feel his stiff length pressed against her abdomen. She shivered against him as he leaned in, too afraid to speak. Wide eyed and frantic, she struggled against the man again as he stuck out his tongue to lick a hot stripe up her cheek. He groaned, slightly rocking his hips for some sort of friction against his cock. She could feel his mask dropping to the ground as he bent down, revealing his face. He was gorgeous, the moonlight pouring over his dark features.
“It’s so hot when you struggle,” he groaned. His hand pushed harder against her chin, pushing the back of her head firmly against the ground. She could feel his hand traveling up her cheek, only to grab a fistful of her hair at the base of her skull to keep her from moving. The action had her crying out, whimpering as the pressure bloomed through her body, right down to her abdomen.
“Help! Somebody he-”
Her words were cut off as he roughly placed a hand over her mouth, stopping her cries for help.
“What is it, sweetheart? Scared?” He laughed, mockingly and smugly. Both of them knew that she wasn’t getting out of this. “If you stop being loud, I promise that I’ll make you feel good.”
Her wide eyes looked up at him, and she tried her best to give him a nod to agree with his terms. Maybe she was giving in too quickly, but she realized early on that she didn’t have many options here. Slowly, he took his hand from her mouth, his golden eyes narrowing suspiciously. She didn’t make a sound, quiet as he looked her up and down. That seemed to please him, and that dastardly smile danced on his lips again. Both of his hands suddenly dropped to her waist, dipping under her shirt and pulling it up to reveal her chest. Her face burned with embarrassment as she was exposed, her bra doing very little to hide how her nipples hardened from the chilly night air.
A rough hand trailed up her body, grabbing her breast and freeing it from the fabric. She whined as his fingers tweaked her nipple, pinching it harshly. Her whines were quickly replaced with soft moans, however, as his tongue replaced his hand and lapped over the sensitive peaks. She could feel arousal pooling at the apex of her thighs and she squirmed in discomfort. The will to fight was already dangerously low, but this won her over. Maybe she was going to fuck this man in the woods, and she had quickly made her peace with it. Chills ran down her body as she writhed against the cold floor, suddenly very needy for more of this man. She arched into his touch, desperate sounds escaping her.
“Please, please more. You feel so good,” she begged. Her eyes trained on the man were wide and pleading. There were so many sensations, and she felt as if she would die if she wasn’t touched soon. The wetness between her legs had become unbearable, sticky and uncomfortable. She was almost sore from the lack of contact, lost in the sensations.
Suddenly, he wasn't touching her anymore and it felt like the worst thing in the world. She whined, complaining about the abrupt lack of contact, when she felt a hand in her hair pull her up. Scrambling to her knees, she looked up at the man, past the wide expanse of his chest. It was almost as if she could see his muscles rippling in the light of the moon. Her half lidded eyes met his, and he pulled her face to rest against his groin. Absentmindedly, her tongue lolled out to lick at the hardness through his pants. The smirk across his face was deadly.
“Take it out,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. A shiver ran through her body, but she obeyed his command. Quickly, her hands reached up to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. She tugged down his pants a little, taking his cock out. It was hard, the tip glistening a little with precum. There was a gold piercing on the underside, at the base. Hesitantly, she looked up to the man, and he nodded for her to continue, his eyes dark with want. She held his cock in her hand, the impressive size of it making her nervous. Her tongue darted out, quickly licking the tip. The groan that he let out went straight to her cunt, incentivizing her to keep going.
She took his length in her mouth, one hand braced at the base of his cock so she wouldn’t choke and the other steading herself against his thigh. Her tongue swirled around the stiffness as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing when she felt the tip touch the back of her throat. Lost in the sounds he made and the heavy feeling of him in her mouth, she didn’t realize that his hand had snaked up to take a hold of her hair. His hand was firm, holding her still as he looked down. Her hands rested on his thighs, preventing her from losing her balance as she met his lustful gaze. Pulling back, he released himself from her mouth.
There was a devilish glint in his eye, as the other hand went to cup her chin. “That’s my girl, so obedient for me,” he mused. She felt his thumb skim over her lips and she parted them to allow entry for his digit. The tattooed finger pressed down against her tongue, keeping her mouth slightly parted. Drool dripped down her chin, and she could feel her face reddening in embarrassment from such a lude action. She could feel a whine in her throat as she watched his eyes. He was enjoying her, appreciating the obvious submission and knowing that he could have her doing whatever he wanted. The feeling of this woman completely at his mercy made his cock twitch. Impatiently, he angled his length against her lips, rubbing himself against her. His jaw clenched. “Open, sweetheart.”
She barely had any time to fully open her jaw as he rammed his cock in her mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat roughly. He groaned, his head leaning back as he fucked into her mouth. Both of his hands clenched in her hair, and he could feel her moaning around his length. “So fucking noisy, even with my cock in your mouth,” he sighed, his eyes returning to look down at her. It was obvious that she loved this just as much as he did, the roughness causing her to throb and clench around nothing. Tears pricked at her eyes as she gagged on his cock, drool dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she pressed her tongue flat against the bottom side of him. The heat in her cheeks and chest bloomed as she felt some innate shame at the messiness of it. She shifted slightly, her legs rubbing together to try and find a little friction for her aching cunt. Her throaty whines sent vibrations through him as he fucked her face.
“Fuck, just like that. You like this, don't you? Some stranger fucking you messy? Dirty girl,” he grit out, his voice thick with arousal. She could feel the embarrassment pooling in her abdomen, his filthy words causing her to close her eyes. One of his hands smacked harshly against her cheek, his brows furrowed. “I didn’t say to look away. Eyes on me.”
Her eyes snapped open, meeting his golden gaze instantly. The look in his eyes was borderline feral, and she could feel her body shiver with want. He was getting close, she could feel his thrusts getting quicker and more frantic. His brows twitched and his eyes had this wild gleam in it. The hands in her hair tightened, as he thrust one last time deep into her mouth. She could feel his cock twitching as he came down her throat, his groans deep and guttural. Sucking him lightly through his release, he started to whine from sensitivity and pulled away with a sigh.
Looking up at him, she could see the crinkling of his eyes as he smiled. He tucked himself back into his jeans and knelt down next to her, pulling her into a deep embrace.
“Thanks for indulging me, that was extremely fun,” he murmured into her hair. She smiled, leaning into her boyfriend for support, not fully trusting her shaky legs quite yet. One of his hands cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking gently against her cheek.
“I had a lot of fun too, Law. You’re sexy when you’re scary,” she quipped, pulling her shirt down to make herself decent. A smile played on her face, full of love and appreciation for her boyfriend. “You should get back to work before they notice you’re missing from the trail. Would hate for them to have caught you in such a lude act.”
He laughed a bit, kissing her forehead. Nodding, he stood up and offered her a hand.