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CHLOE

I couldn’t see what they looked like aside from the brunette hair that stuck out behind the masks in wisps. They both wore hockey masks in different styles and their muscles rippled under the T-shirts they wore. One had glacier eyes that almost glimmered against the green spray-paint across it, immediately drawing me in.

The other had cracks in his mask, making him look a lot more intimidating than he probably did on a day-to-day basis. One hit and I’m willing to bet it would break.

His eyes were dark and uninviting, and I was slightly intimidated. Standing strong, it was easy to match his energy despite everything within me screaming. Our eyes locked in a standoff.

“We told you to run. Are you that eager to get ravished? Or do you enjoy defying direction?” Cracked mask asked.

He was wearing a voice modulator, causing him to sound deeper and raspier than he most likely was.

“I-I don’t…you have the wrong person.”

A pained cry echoed off the walls as the other gripped my hair tight, pulling my body flush against his toned chest.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Can you feel my dick twitching against the crease of your ass? Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you?”

His hardened cock pulsed against my ass as he pulled my hair taut. Forcing my head upward to look at him, and I couldn’t help grinding into him with a soft moan. My face flushed with heat, feeling how perfectly our bodies molded together. “I bet you’re soaked thinking about it.”

The buzzing in my clit only intensified at his dirty words, and I closed my eyes, waiting for more. Feeling every rock hard inch of his chest, I inhaled his scent as he held me close. It was warm and inviting, despite the current events.

Maybe it’s just my twisted mind, but I was slowly succumbing to my situation and I was loving every minute of it.

In my moment of distraction, the first clasped a collar around my neck, locking it. Even if I tried, it wasn’t coming off, padlocked at the base and needing a key to escape. I growled as not one, but both pulled a key from their pockets.

“We own you now, Little Fox.”

“That’s a stupid nickname,” I spat into the mask.

I would try my hardest to handle my own, refusing to submit to people that hid behind the safety of a mask that looked like it was bought at the costume store.

It was almost as if he could read my mind when he tightened his grip, wiping the insult from the cheek of the mask. Running it between his fingers, a growl settled in his chest as he forced them past my parted lips and down my throat.

I gagged, trying to fight the intrusion, but he only pulled them out and shoved them back in, putting the fluid back where it belonged. I respected that and melted further into him at the sheer amount of degradation within the action.

“Tell us a safe word. You’re going to need it.” His demeanor was the complete opposite of his friend, and I felt myself crumbling under his intense gaze.

I had to think for a moment. I decided that if I was going to indulge in this, I would need two. One for free use, and one for the times I would be gagged tonight. These two wouldn’t be much of a challenge.

“Peaches, and if I’m gagged, I’ll tap a sequence if that’s alright.” I said breathlessly.

They both nodded their assent and my hands trailed up the hard chest in front of me, using my forefinger to show them the sequence. Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Tap into his muscular chest.

Before I could protest, I was shoved back out into the dark night, while the other waited patiently to the side with a set of black rope. Keeping track of these two would be hard. I would have to rely on demeanor, over which one wore what mask.

“Why are we going back outside?” I asked.

I tried to back away from his darkened stare, but the hold on my hair was impossible, and I bit down on my bottom lip in anticipation.

Mr. Green mask knew exactly how to pull your hair to assume full control without causing too much pain. He took another step forward, and I swore the most deviant smile laid behind that mask.

In a flash, a pair of thick hands gripped my torso, ripping my shirt down the middle while the other gently released the tight hold on my hair. Removing my sweater and glasses, he placed them on the picnic table behind us.

These two were the perfect mix of what I needed. Rough and dominant, yet gentle and encouraging. This was going to be fun, but I wouldn’t make it easy for them. My body is a temple, and I’ve always had control over my sexual encounters.

My open shirt revealed plump round breasts. Suddenly becoming self conscious, I moved my hands across my chest to cover them up. They sagged just a tad, no longer perky as they had been in the past. The veins showed clearly, hues of blue and green like a web throughout. Giving way to the stretch marks from years of weight fluctuation. How could they want this? They should have chosen someone else. Beautiful and untouched, with no damage.

“Don’t you dare,” he said lowly, and moved fast to take my arms and hold them behind my back.

With my back arched, my tits stood out at attention and I could see the erection of the masked man in front of me as it constricted inside his pants, begging to be released.

His eyes glazed over in desire, and I challenged him through hooded, sexy eyes to come closer. Taking my breast in his large hand, he rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers. I couldn’t help the slight roll of my eyes at the pleasure that pinged back and forth between my breast and core.

The other lifted his mask just enough to let his tongue twirl sensuously over the other, still managing to hold me hostage.

“Stop,” I moaned out, my body shuddering at the intense pleasure rippling through me.

“Now why would we do that?” His hot breath danced around my skin each time he flicked and sucked before reluctantly pulling his mouth away.

Tears stung in my eyes at the force used to tug and pinch the other, almost causing me to stumble into another rigid body.

“King, I think we should give her a taste of what’s to come, don’t you?”

But it wasn’t a question, more of a demand, and I was starting to piece the puzzle together. The one who wore the painted mask must have opted to be more submissive, looking to ‘King’ for direction. I’d noticed it a few times, and it piqued my curiosity.

My thighs clamped tighter, and I moved myself along the panties that now wedged between my folds. Trying to give my throbbing clit some sort of friction while I watched the exchange between the two. The hand that snaked it’s way between my legs quickly noticed it, spreading them slightly.

The need to tighten the coil within me raged, and we were only getting started. Playing with me in order to get the upper hand was unfair, but oh, do I love it.

I want more.

I crave it.

“I think the dirty slut would like that Lux.”

I gritted my teeth as his fingers massaged my pussy lips, spreading them teasingly. The cold air caressed my clit, and my body betrayed me.

“How far up your pretty little cunt do you think my fingers can go? I’m willing to bet I could fit my whole fist in. Right up to the forearm.”

The thought made what was coming that much more pleasant, and I was more than apt to give them whatever they wanted to take. Even if they had the wrong person.

“Beg him,” Lux whispered, burying his chin in the crook of my neck. “Tell him how greedy you are for his thick fingers to stretch your hole.”

“Please...stretch me out. I need it.”

“Again.”

“Finger fuck me with your thick fingers!”

All the sensations overpowered my free will and I started to crumble. They had barely touched me yet, and I was buzzing with need and sensitivity.

Between the mouth that suckled on my breasts and the fingers that hovered over just where I needed them. It threatened to turn me feral. I pushed myself further into his palm, urging him to keep going.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” King groaned, massaging his fingers teasingly along my slit, using my juices as lubrication each time he paused to run a wet finger over my clit.

I stayed silent with a mischievous look, begging them to continue, but the crease between my eyebrows wavered, giving way to the slightest submissive moan. Thankfully they were too focused on toying with my body to notice.

“Look at how much she likes it,” he chuckled darkly. “You like that? Being groped like a whore for two masked strangers?”

“You don’t have to be ashamed. Tell us to keep going like a good girl.” Lux’s voice came gentle but firm from behind the mask and I obeyed.

Licking my lips as they both watched me intently, my submissive nature clawed at my insides, trying to escape from it’s cage. It was hard to fight it. My body seized for a moment, tensing under their touch. They stopped, waiting for my permission to continue.

“Please don’t stop.”

Lux stood up straight, and I glared in his direction. His warm body parted from mine as he strutted over to the duffle bag that was hidden under the old wooden table.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he piped up, reaching into the bag slowly to fish around for who knows what, and it was agonizing.

“Keep licking and sucking on your tit?”

“Finger fucking your cunt?”

“Or maybe you want us to let you go back to your normal boring life,” he mocked.

“Sitting at home and reading those books. Wishing some normal ass dude could fulfill half of your true desires. The darkness that sits on your shoulder like a devil. Gnawing at the shell of your ear,” King added on.

I gritted my teeth. My life was far from boring. “And I guess because you bought a five-dollar mask it makes you somehow superior?”

I stood straight, now chest to chest, with him. The fight for power in the dynamic slowly crept up my back like fire and I wanted to win.

It would be pretty easy to predict tonight’s events. Tie me up, fuck me hard, maybe two or three times while I fake the orgasm. Then they would leave, moving on with their lives as if nothing ever happened.

“Play with me…scary mask man,” I giggled mockingly.

If they took any longer, I would start getting bored and use my own fingers to lie on the table and splay myself in front of them, running my fingers up and down my wet slit while they watched, never able to touch. Well, unless they begged for it.

A hand slithered around my throat and squeezed, trapping the laugh within my vocal cords. My eyes locked on him in fear, and a bead of sweat fell from my brow.

He squeezed harder, cutting off my airway, and my hands pounded against his chest. Begging for air.

“Who’s laughing now? Cause it sure as hell ain’t you. Now obey every fucking command we give you, or you’ll be punished.”

My jaw clenched and relaxed in defeat, remembering all too well what punishment was. I mumbled, “Use me like the whore I am.”

“Say it again.”

I choked out against his grip, trying to get more words through, but I couldn’t and black dots squiggled in my vision. Why do I want this?

He easily demonstrated the amount of control he had. Giving himself pleasure at the thought that I wouldn’t breathe, let alone come without permission.

“Chase me. Catch me. Then make me your whore,” I seethed, my tone low and defying.

Air rushed into my lungs quickly and after a deep breath, a constant hum of pleasure grew in my abdomen. My eyes met the floor in submission as his hand returned to my pussy, entering me in quick strokes. In and out. In and out.

“Good girl.”

Lux returned to us with the set of thick black rope threaded between his fingers, waiting. Once King pulled his fingers away, he lifted them to my mouth, running his wet fingers over my plump lips.

“Taste yourself,” he commanded, slinging his fingers past my lips and swirling them around my mouth, allowing the taste of my juices to linger when he pulled them away.

A deep rumble erupted from his chest as his thumb grazed my jawline sensuously. Grabbing my chin harshly, he looked me over before speaking.

“Now, stay still and obey. It’s time to play.”