Page 5 of Are You Scared, Krowe?

I'd think she was dead if it weren't for the gasps being forced out of her as Rhodes fucks her ass hole.

She broke quickly. When I got to her, she wasn't even aware of what was going on.

Guess I dosed her too much. To be fair, I didn't expect her to chug the damn cider.

I thought she'd take little sips like most girls, that she'd be more careful.

I know she's smart—we've got a few classes together— but in the end, she wasn't smart enough to know better than to come out to the middle of nowhere with half the damn football team.

She didn't know there wouldn't be any other girls here, and I didn't volunteer anything beyond what she asked. But still... it's almost like she wanted to fuck us all tonight. If she didn't, she wouldn't have had her tits on display in that flannel, and she sure as fuck wouldn't have drank so much.

I only drugged her to make it easier to get her up on the stake. The rest of it... well, she wanted it.

I don't know how long we've been out here, watching her get turned over and over like a rotisserie chicken, manipulated into position as each of us took our choice of which hole we wanted.

I just know the cold's gotten bitter, and when I go to take a piss on the edge of the clearing, it almost fucking burns from how cold the air is.

Rhodes is pumping the last of his release into her ass when I return, his nails digging into the thin skin around her hips.

I wanted to fuck her again. I've been waiting patiently to do it, too. But it's too fucking cold now, and I'm not stripping down to get my cock inside her, even with as toasty warm as that pussy was, like it was welcoming me in.

She's cried since, of course. I think she got scared and changed her mind.

Twelve cocks is a big commitment, but she took them all so well once she managed to calm the fuck down.

I'm also nicer than most of my friends... particularly Jackson. He drops to his knees pretty much the moment Rhodes gets off her. I notice the way she shakes, more proof of life, and sigh, hoping Jackson hurries up. I'm his ride home, and it's getting late. I need to shower and crawl into my bed.

"Fuck, we did a number on her." Jackson laughs, sliding his hand into her busted up cunt. "Loosened her up real good."

"Come on, Jackson. Let's get this over with and tie her up. I wanna get home sometime tonight."

It's technically already morning; a glance at my phone confirms as much.

Three thirteen.

We've been out here for hours and having fun with her for half of it. The adrenaline rush is fading, driven out by my exhaustion and hunger. It was a damn good night... better even than I expected our Hollow Night to go.

Typically, the townsfolk just select someone to throw up there and leave them up on the stake during the party.

Over the years, things escalated, of course. The harmless pranks got a little less harmless, the targets had to be picked differently because we didn't want to offend our closeted teammates, the joke lasted longer.

Twenty years ago, things went really wrong. So wrong, in fact, my father tried to cancel Hollow Night for this generation. But Hollow Fields is a town steeped in tradition and superstition, and also, fuck that.

Hollow Night is a rite of passage around here; they have no right to take it from us.

Aiden Spade is the very reason we're all dressed like dead football players.

It was supposed to be just another Hollow Night hazing for the new guy, but he had an undiagnosed heart problem.

When the rest of his team tied him to the stake, he hyperventilated.

And when they drove away, he panicked so much his heart gave out.

Father was just the deputy back then, before I was born.

I remember hearing him saying how he found Spade out there the next day, how the crows had pecked out his eyeballs.

My father isn't going to see Gianna tied up tomorrow. We're gonna leave her, sure, but only long enough to scare her straight... just long enough to convince her to keep the secret about what happened tonight, or else we'll leave her there for real next time.

"Ha!" Jackson laughs in triumph, drawing my attention to him.

I glance over to see his victory; he's fit his entire hand inside of her body now, and I can see her pussy swallowing his fist.

"That's disgusting." I tell him, despite the fact I'm actually really intrigued. She was so tight when I forced my dick in between her legs. She must be squeezing the life out of his hand right now.

"Fuck outta here." He laughs. "We were all raised on farms. You've helped birth a calf."

And now I'll never do that again without thinking of this.

"What's it like?" Toby asks, his eyes fixated on the pussy that's being pried open by Jackson's hand.

It is a pretty sight.

"So fucking good." Jackson laughs. "And so fucking wet and warm. Fuck, she's full of cum."

Gianna's still lying on her stomach with her head on the ground, and I can't see her face to tell whether it feels as good for her as it does for him. Something tells me the answer is no.

Jackson's a big guy... his palms are huge. I know, cause it's what makes him such a good wide receiver.

"Hope she's on birth control." Someone murmurs.

"If not, my old man'll be happy to help her out." Ivan chuckles, and I don't suppress a shudder. His old man is the town doctor, and he's creepy as fuck.

"Maybe you should dig out our cum." Toby suggests. "I mean, you're already in there. Just... scoop it out?"

"Scoop it out?" I laugh. "She’s not a pumpkin for carving. You worried about your DNA, Tobe?"

"I can't lose my scholarship. I can't afford law school without it. You know that."

Jackson chuckles, and I watch his shoulder move as he thrusts deeper.

Gianna's head lifts off the ground this time as she sucks in a ragged breath, and I get a look at her for the first time since I was lying overtop of her with my cock buried inside her quivering pussy.

Her makeup is a fucking mess, the paint and mascara she was wearing when I picked her up now smeared down her cheeks with drool and tears and spit and cum.

Only a few of us took that mouth, but they definitely made a mess doing it, and her lips are swollen and puffy… both sets of lips are, actually.

"There you are, New Girl." I chuckle. "How's it feel for you? You like being made into a finger puppet, or do you prefer a cock in your ass?"

She made the prettiest sounds when Vick first started to shove himself inside her ass.

There's barely any awareness in her eyes. I definitely dosed her too much, but maybe it's a good thing. If she can't remember everything, she won't dare go to the police, even if she's dumb enough to not take our threats seriously.

But I can almost guarantee she’ll stay quiet.

Like I said, she's smart.

"Not New Girl." She huffs, wincing as Jackson does something with his hand inside of her. Fresh tears stream down her face, and a broken, keening wail crawls out of her throat.

"What?" I laugh, confused by her choice of response.

When she chokes back the scream, her voice is gone, and she has to whisper to answer me.

"Gianna."

It takes a moment for realization to sink in. Not new girl, Gianna.

"Gianna." I laugh. "Hear that, Jackson? She's got a name. Gianna. Maybe you oughtta scream it as you cum."

Jackson laughs, too, turning to Rhodes. "Help me get my cock out. I don't know if I can get my hand back in if I take it out."

"You could." Vick assures him. "She's not gonna close up anytime soon after tonight."

Regardless, Rhodes does what Jackson asks of him. No surprise, since Rhodes fucks anything with a hole.

"Want me to suck it too?" Rhodes grumbles.

"No. Just jack it. You know the right amount of pressure to get me there."

I roll my eyes, uninterested in watching one of my best friends jerking off the other. I turn to the stake, where the scarecrow with his plastic pumpkin head looks down at me. It's light, and when I take my knife to the rope, he comes down easily.

Turns out, Rhodes does know the right amount of pressure. He gets Jackson moaning in seconds, and by the time I turn back, he's clearly on the edge, eyes closed, face twisted as he thrusts vigorously. And when he's about to come, he does it.

He punches into her deep and lets go, letting her name fall like a prayer from his lips.

"Fuck, Giannnnnnaaaaa."

There's a chorus of laughter as we wait for him to cease his movements, and Rhodes moves away first, Jackson's cum shining in his hand as he raises it to show us, as if anyone wants to see that shit.

There's a squelching sound and a scream as Jackson removes his hand from inside of her. I watch Gianna's fingers dig into the dirt, looking for something to grab hold of. But there's nothing, and the fun is over.

It's time to get her off the ground and get out of here.

She seems lighter as I lift her into my arms this time, like she gave it her all tonight.

I'm so damn proud of her, but not as proud as I'll be when I pass her the next time we're in class together and I think about how her body clenched around me, relive every filthy moment of this night, imagine her desperate little sounds.

She's limp, too, unable to move. I wonder if that's from the cold or the GHB. I’ve never date-raped anyone before, but I like the way she took us all so well. If it had been just her and I, we would have had so much more time together. Maybe we can get a re-do soon.

"Help me lift her up." I command, hefting her away from my body. Rhodes grabs her beneath the arm, draping one over the stake before Toby moves in with the rope. He secures her quickly, weaving it along her left arm before walking around her back to do the other side.

When he's done, I drop her weight slowly, testing whether his bondage is secure enough to keep her in place.

Her feet don't reach anywhere near the ground, and there's no need to secure them. She won't be able to get enough strength to drag her arms free, anyway.

Her head drops forward onto her chest, so I squat down just enough so she can see me.

"Thanks for a hell of a night, New Girl."

Her eyes are glassy, the icy blue colder than ever as she stares at me without really seeing. She's fucking cooked.

It'll be a miracle if she remembers any of tonight in the morning.

I grab the hat that slipped onto the ground when I let the scarecrow drop and fix it over her head before stepping back to appraise the scene.

Now, she's fucking perfect.

Jackson, apparently, disagrees, because he makes a sound of discontent before turning to stalk to the edge of the clearing.

When he comes back, he's shucking a cob of corn, peeling back the tough exterior without ripping it off, so that it forms a sort of carcass attached to the end. Part of me wants to ask what he's doing, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out once his sly smirk spreads.

He slips it between her thighs easily, and she makes no sound as he inserts it deep inside of her, so that all that sticks out is the husk.

When he steps away, I decide he's a sick bastard, but he's also right.

Now she's fucking perfect.