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KING

T he fear in her eyes almost drove me over the edge, and I tipped my head back, relishing in the predicament she entered herself into. Bound, drooling, and the cum of my best friend drying over her pathetic face. Ready to be used again like a willing whore.

She had no idea what we had planned for her. The way her pupils dilated and breath quickened showed that fear. The blade of the knife ran along her body. The thought of marking her had my cock straining painfully against my pants.

She would regret asking for this. It may give her everything she needs, but that’s not what I want. I want her to crave only us. To scream my name as I drive into her hard.

The first moment I saw her parading that body on the deck of her sister’s pool, I could see why he had never shut up about her. The bathing suit she wore left little to the imagination, pushing her breasts together. Supple nipples hardened under the thin material of that god-forsaken polka-dot suit.

Jesus, if I had known her first, I wouldn’t have hesitated to steal her away and claim her for myself.

Chloe was ours to share now. Lux and I had been through everything together, and he knew she wouldn’t get hurt too bad. He could be the knight in shining armor. I just wanted to fuck her. Plain and simple.

After tonight, she won’t have to worry about the endless men that tried so hard to be like those in the books she read. She would have me, us, at her beck and call whenever she needed the deliciously brutal release.

I leaned forward, grabbing her trembling leg and hiked it slowly up to my waist. Her body tensed as she instinctively wrapped it around me.

My hand flew to my zipper, releasing my cock from the confines of my pants, dripping only for her. The drool that fell from her mouth was mouthwatering as it trailed down her body like an erotic slip and slide.

Her wavy hair now sat wet against her face from the stream, and I chuckled to myself over the fact that she practically tried to drown herself rather than be caught. Various sticks and leaves clutched to her body, and I groaned in response.

She deserved to be on her knees getting fucked into the mud like the sloppy whore she is. If that’s how she wants to be treated, I’ll comply. My tongue ran across my top teeth and I swallowed thickly, changing course and pushing her leg off.

The smooth steel of the blade ran across her cheek and over her mouth. She was going to scream for me, and he would hear her begging to come over the howling of the wind. There’s nothing like the hushed moans and pleading for release through a gag though. So helpless, and at my mercy. Fuck decisions, decisions.

Reaching for the back of her head, my hand moved to unlatch the leather straps and free her jaw. She moaned in gratification as her tense jaw relaxed from the bondage, and my dick twitched at the sound.

That wasn’t good enough. I turned the blade slightly, letting the tip rest above her plump bottom lip. The tears flowed down her cheeks in a blissful stream and threatened to turn me on further.

“What do you say?” I wanted to hear her say it.

“Th-thank yy-yo-uu,” she stuttered out through each word. The nose of my mask rested against her cheek, and I inhaled her fear.

“Do you know what you’re saying thank you for?”

She winced as the sharpened steel ran down her lip, splitting it open. The blood slowly trickled out, and a moan hummed in my throat, watching the skin tear slowly. The smell of copper filled my nostrils, and her tongue swiped over her lip to catch the red liquid.

Opening her mouth and closing it again, she stayed silent, and it infuriated me.

Fuck it.

Sticking the knife into the soft ground, my hand found itself on her calf, running along the length of it, hovering right over her pussy, and I laughed. “Should we see how much this turns you on?”

“What exactly are you referring to?” Her defiance was loud and clear as she bit her bottom lip, suppressing the smirk that crept along her face. Crimson fell from the cut in her lip, and I just wanted a taste.

My hand rested in between her thighs, giving them each a harsh slap. A low whistle sounded from me as I stared in awe at the wetness coating over her. She’d shaved like she knew we were coming, all but a strip of dark curled hair.

Slowly, I rose, placing each arm on either side of her head, caging her further in between the tree and my body. The sweat glistened on her and I could feel her fear rise through her trembling lips as she took short, quick breaths.

My hungry eyes locked on her fiery ones, and I whispered slowly. “The fear,” I challenged. “You like running like a weak piece of prey. It’s disgusting.”

Her bottom lip trembled as I caught it between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing. Letting the blood ooze onto my fingers.

Examining the crimson, I brought it under my mask and slid my fingers between my lips, humming in satisfaction. Her whimpers of pain didn’t stop me as my hand trailed down her body, until I could pinch her throbbing clit between my fingers.

At this moment, she could have figured out who I was under the mask, so I had to be more careful. I didn’t know her that well, but she’d help the social media manager from time to time, and used to help teach the kids to skate. Abruptly she had stopped, and I never knew why. Lux was different after that, and he never told me a thing.

Her whimpering shot me back to reality, and she acted ignorant to my wandering thoughts. My hand grasped the back of her collar. Her face showed her realization as I released her now bruised and bleeding face and shoved her to the ground.

“Now, you're going to suck on the handle of that knife while I fuck you. If I see it leave your mouth, I’ll punish you.”

“But what if it cuts me?” she asked.

Her body turned on her. She was scared, but an ever present curiosity glimmered in her eyes. I ignored the question. She’d be fine.

“Guess that’s for you to figure out.” I said, taking my place behind her. I listened closely, and after some hesitation, I saw her lips wrap around the handle and go to work.

Her slurping noises drove me wild, and I peered at her skin, rubbed raw from the ropes. Purple spreading along her hand and arms from lack of circulation. Once I’m done, they’d be coming off, giving her a much needed break.

Admiring the perfect round globes of her ass, my hand came down hard, letting the ripples run across her in waves. Over and over I spanked her, turning the area a dark shade of crimson. Relishing in the sound of her garbled, pained screams as she gagged around the blade handle.

She was wet, and it was cold outside, eliciting a more sharp, painful smack. Time was running out, and I needed to feel her around me.

Taking a hold of Chloe’s asscheeks, they spread wide open, giving me the most delicious view of her dripping wet cunt. I wasted no time in lining up with her entrance.

Giving her no time to adjust, I sunk myself into her and rhythmically fucked in and out, the only sound echoing around us being the slap of skin on skin and her gagging.

“That’s right, take it all,” I grunted. “The way you were built to…fuck…”

Grabbing her tied hands, I gripped the middle of the rope that bound her, using it as leverage to drive my cock into her harder. My other hand curled over the top of her head and four fingers dove into her mouth, forcing her head off the knife. Slamming into my chest, she had no choice but to scream as she fucked me back, waves created by the sheer force we were fucking. She was hungry, and I had no intention of stopping.

The sweat lined my chest in thick pools under my shirt, but all I could think about was her walls pulsing around my cock. She was close, but she would need to wait.

“Don’t. Thrust . You. Thrust . Dare.”

Her cries wrapped around my head, creeping through my ears like a parasite. Each one being replaced by another. My hand left her mouth, sending a bloody trail down to her nipple as she fell back to the ground.

“Lick the Blade, nice and slow.”

I pinched her nipple and pulled it harshly between my fingers, barking the order. Quickly she obeyed, wincing as her tongue swirled along the sharp edges and painting them red.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, moving my fists hard and fast along my length until I came on top of that beautiful reddened ass, creating the most beautiful masterpiece.

“Stay still,” I ordered, loosening the ropes around her hands and untying each knot that was expertly placed. We didn’t need books, I scoffed to myself. Just years of camping, fishing and survival techniques, with a little bit of sadism sprinkled in. That teaches you most of what you need to know, like tying a decent knot.

“Please let me come,” she whimpered. Her voice was barely audible, and she trembled beneath me. The request was filled with desperation.

I rubbed the chafed skin along her wrists and up her arms, helping to get the feeling back. Massaging the stress and fear from her locked joints, and she hummed her approval with a quick thank you.

“Trust me, soon enough you’ll be begging us to stop making you come.” The laugh rumbled in my chest at the honest enjoyment I was getting out of this experience.

The chase was thrilling. I’ve done it plenty of times, but this one…Chloe was like biting a piece of forbidden fruit, and I’m starting to think from this point on. It was the only way I wanted to play.

Grabbing the knife and slipping it into my pocket, I watched her cautiously as I helped her up. It was our job to make sure she’s safe in our care, and I wouldn’t hesitate to say the safe word myself if I thought she needed it. I’m sadistic, not an asshole.

“One last round Little Fox?” I awaited her nod of approval and stalked off into the trees, grinning to myself when the fast-paced crunching of leaves and sloshing mud hit my ears.

A fire erupted within me at her false hope, because this night was far from over. When we leave, it won’t be long before she comes crawling back for more.

Chloe

At this point, I had no idea where I was running to anymore, the same tree coming into view for the fifth time already. Various branches scratched at me as I fell deeper into the forest. Concern and fear started to pool within me at the prospect of becoming lost and unable to help myself out of danger.

My body ached, my legs were shaking, and my mouth was painfully split open. That last sadistic request caused me to split the tip of my tongue, and it hurt worse than the deepest papercut. The woods seemed to stretch on forever as I ran seemingly faster than I ever have in my life.

It was beyond cold now; the wind whipping fiercely against my numbing tits and the terror suffocated me. The dull ache in my ribs grew with every step I took, but I couldn’t stop now. I have to win this sick game of theirs. My arms may have been free, but everything else was screaming at me.

They were both closing in fast, and a sense of relief washed over me. A laugh forced it’s way out of my throat, seeing the tiny window with the kitchen light on. I’m close.

My lungs burned and the realization sunk in. I was never in control of this. They decided when we were done. Even if I made it to the cabin, they made it pretty clear they would be far from done.

In the final stretch, there was nothing but clear flat land between myself and where I needed to go. So I sprinted, missing the root that coiled and twisted from the old tree in front of the cabin.

Before I knew it, the ground disappeared from beneath me. My hair whipped and stuck to my face in a sticky sweat and I tumbled down, my knees and legs becoming a mess of cuts and lesions from the various stones and pain erupted in my abdomen as I hit the ground.

For a moment it was completely silent, and I rolled over onto my back, coming face to face with two pairs of black combat boots. I tried to move, but everything hurt, and a frustrated cry ripped through me. I was so close and I lost.

Their masks came into view and King leaned in, hooking his arms underneath mine, hoisting me up to my feet, handling me like a doll. It was a stark reminder of how helpless I really was.

“You did well, but it’s midnight,” he said, almost calm. It was vastly different from the assertive, dominant tone he’d been using all night. “Game over.”

Lux stepped forward, cupping my jaw and leaned in close. “Are you done? Part of me feels like the ember inside of you is still flickering with a longing for satisfaction.”

His finger skimmed over my breasts and I winced, the blood rushing to the heated parts of my skin. He was everywhere. King removed the collar slowly, and I cracked my neck as his fingers moved methodically, soothing the area. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about aftercare.

Despite the dirty talk and rough play, they were great at finding balance, and I trusted that if I wanted out right now; they would leave without a complaint.

Before I knew it, a flush of heat rose within my abdomen as Lux ran his finger along my slit, dipping a finger into my wetness and rubbed sweet circles around my clit.

“Just as I thought. You’re far from done. I can smell your arousal,” he stopped abruptly, and I groaned. The next time I heard him speak, it was his voice. His real voice. “Don’t worry. Soon enough you’ll be screaming my name as your juices coat my cock.”

I swallowed thickly. The words sent a shiver down my spine. A sharp, almost chemical smell filled my nostrils and immediately my head started spinning. Almost like the rotting flesh smell they try to create in a haunted house, but worse.

All I could focus on were the defined lines in his jawline under the mask as King held the cloth against my face. Punching and kicking out against my captors. But it quickly became a losing battle. Numbness and tingling working its way through my tired body.

My furious eyes met Lux’s guilty ones. I suddenly felt at ease, and my body slumped in defeat.

“This is our game now.” King grunted, wrapping his hand around my neck and squeezing, causing me to feel depleted of energy from the loss of oxygen.

The last thing I remember were the restraints on my breasts lifting as I sat on a cloud, blissfully floating until the darkness engulfed me.