Page 11 of Last Summer

Chapter nine

IT FOLLOWS

ABBY

Sunday Night

“Julie is really upset, I’m going to take her back to her room,” Danica whispers, but I don’t even acknowledge her.

She wraps her arm around Julie’s shoulder and leads her out of the room.

Their figures move in my periphery, but I’m not paying attention to them, my eyes are focused on the envelope.

Sitting on my pillow is a small, blood red envelope.

I don’t dare open it. I just stare at it trying to process what the fuck is happening.

Is someone hunting us? Did they bring us out here to die? Who would want us dead?

“Earth to Abby,” Chris’ voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“What?” I ask him as I blink rapidly in an attempt to refocus my eyes and my mind.

“You got one of these freaky envelopes too?” he asks, holding up a matching blood red envelope, only his is ripped open.

“What’s it say?” I ask him with a nod of my head towards the note in his hand

“Open yours first,” he says with a slight tone of suspicion slithering through his words. As if he thinks I could pull something like this off.

I’ve never hurt anyone in my entire life… Well, not really. Not like this anyway. Those painful secrets died with Jonathan.

“Fine,” I say with more confidence than I’m truly feeling. “This is silly anyway. Two accidents and we’re all acting like someone’s out to get us.”

Deep down, I don’t think either was an accident; but if I just keep saying it, it will feel real, right?

With a shaking hand, I reach for the blood red paper and tear it open, my patience nearly non-existent with my frazzled nerves. Inside is a small piece of weathered paper. I flip it over. Printed in black block letters is a message.

Two down and three to go.

If you don’t want to be next, you’ll put on a show .

“What the fuck does this mean?” I look at Chris who’s standing awkwardly inside my space, as if he’s contemplating fleeing.

“Yours also have some creepy, threatening poem?” he asks as he watches me carefully.

“Put on a show? What do they want from us?” I ask, not really to anyone in particular.

The sound of the computer turning on pulls my attention. Across the room, the screen illuminates. It’s open to one of the camping sites. A chat room is already open. The red light turns on… We’re being filmed… being watched.

“Guess that answers that,” Chris whispers from somewhere behind me.

The messages immediately start flooding in.

CockLover7766 : Fuck her ass

GrapesBallz : Make her get on her knees and suck your cock, Daddy

AnonymousUser2276 : Let’s see some tits

DeezNutzzz: Suck on her toes

“They want a show,” Chris purrs in my ear as he comes close enough to stand directly behind me.

His warmth engulfs me from behind as he moves his hands around me to pull my bikini top up and over my head, exposing my breasts to the waiting audience.

My nipples immediately harden in response to the cold night air and the knowledge that hundreds of people are watching me through their screens, thirsting over me, wishing they could be me or be with me.

It’s a rush unlike one I’ve ever felt before.

It fills the empty holes that the scars of last summer have left behind.

“Look at these tits,” Chris says into the camera as he grabs my breasts and squeezes. “They want to see your ass now, baby,” he says as he spins me gently.

I allow him to turn me until I’m facing him. His eyes run hungrily over my body—a predator assessing his prey. His sinister smirk as he stares down at me makes a shiver run up my spine.

All of this is so fucked up.

If I was smart, I’d run.

But I’ve never been one to play it safe.

Instead, I let him slide my shorts and bikini bottoms over my hips and down my legs. I had him twice yesterday, and yet, I’m desperate for his cock again. I shift my weight, pushing my hips out in hopes that he’ll get the hint and put his mouth to good use. Unfortunately, he stands back up.

“Do not move a muscle, do you understand me, sweetheart?” My pulse thumps excitedly at the way he says the pet name.

He moves behind me, looking through something. I’m so tempted to turn. To see what he’s doing. But I don’t.

“Good girl,” his praise wraps around and warms my insides as he comes back up behind me. “Spread those legs wide.”

I do as he commands, standing with a wide stance.

He pushes lightly on my back, bending me at the waist over the small table set up in my yurt for eating.

I can’t see the screen but I can hear the chat going wild as Chris caresses my dampening folds with his fingers. A needy mewl escapes from my lips.

“Such a needy slut, aren’t you?” he asks as I move my hips, seeking more.

One of his large fingers slides inside me. He begins to stroke my inner walls. It feels so good. And knowing strangers are watching is even more intoxicating.

“You need more, you desperate whore?” he taunts as he begins to fuck me with his fingers.

“Yes,” I moan before the sound of plastic snapping makes me tense.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Chris coos as he brings something cold and slick to my back hole. “This tight little ass will look so pretty stuffed full.”

He pushes a lubed plug in just a bit, my muscles clenching, before removing it. He fucks my back hole lightly with the plug, letting me adjust. His other hand moves back to my pussy, strumming my clit.

The fans are loving this. They want to watch me fuck your pussy with this pretty pink jewel shoved deep in your ass.”

I moan loudly as he shoves the slick plug deeper.

He must have found the jeweled plug in my bag.

I brought it to use on Danica if she’d let me.

Jonathan always talked about how she let him fuck her ass once, and it made me so jealous.

He’d never fucked mine. He’d never even tried.

My ass may not have been good enough for him but the fans seem to like it.

I can hear the cash flowing in as more and more people join our room.

“That’s it, take the whole thing,” Chris praises as he forces the cold, slick metal deeper inside me.

It feels like I might burst. My breath comes out in short pants.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, it slides all the way in.

The fullness is still there, but the heated pressure is now replaced with burning pleasure.

My groans of pain turn to moans of ecstasy as he plays with the plug and my clit in tandem.

“You’re so fucking soaked, it’s dripping from your cunt onto the floor,” Chris states as he continues to push me towards the edge. “You like having all your slutty little holes used, don’t you?”

I can’t answer. I’m too lost in the need growing in my core. My hips thrust against my table.And then it all stops. Chris’ hands leave my cunt; instead threading into my hair and pulling tightly. My neck arches back as pain stings across my scalp. Tears burn my eyes.

“They want me to fuck you.” The sinister intent swirling in his eyes should be enough to make me want to run, but instead I’m drawn to the chaos, the danger, like a moth to a flame. “So which hole will it be? You want me to destroy your ass or your pussy on camera?”

“M—my pu—pussy,” I choke out between strangled sobs as I struggle to breath with my neck at this strange angle.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. But that plug is staying in for your pleasure and for mine.”

The cool night air pricks against the damp skin of my exposed flesh as his warmth moves away.

I shift my weight between my two feet in anticipation.

The sound of a zipper sliding down the teeth has me shivering in anticipation.

And then he’s back. His warmth enveloping me from behind.

His fingers find their way into my hair again as he pulls me up.

“They want a show. Then we will give them a fucking show,” he whispers in my ear before using his grip on my hair to spin me around.

Laying down on the top of the table, his legs hanging off the edge and his hard cock pointing straight up in the air, he beckons me on top of him. My pussy throbs in anticipation. I climb on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.

“Be a good girl and bend over. Let your fans get a good view of your greedy pussy swallowing down my entire length,” he demands.

And I do exactly that.

Lining him up with my entrance, I bend forward and line up the head of his dick, then slide it inside. From this angle, the camera has a perfect view of all of me stuffed full. The filthy thought sends a thrill through me that causes my walls to flutter.

“So fucking tight,” Chris grits out as he shoves his cock in more.

I moan as he slowly moves deeper and deeper inside.

The sensation of having his cock and the plug inside me at the same time is making me feel full in the best possible way.

I’ve never had two guys before but if it feels this good to have both my holes stuffed, then maybe I should reach out to some more male content creators.

Perhaps it’s time to leave Danica in the dust. I’m hotter anyway and the fans like me more, she’s just dead weight.

“Fuck, Chris, you feel so good,” I whine as he bottoms out inside me, his impressive length pushing up against my cervix.

“I’m going to fuck you now, pretty thing, and you’re going to take it all. I want you creaming all over my fucking cock.”

I don’t even have time to process his words before he begins thrusting.

He ruts into me mercilessly from below. His arms band around me, holding me tightly against him as he uses me.

Each time he drives harder and deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. And then I can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck!” I shout as electricity shoots through my body. “I’m coming!”

He continues to pump into me relentlessly as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

I look down at my hands bracketing his chest on the table.

There’s blood under my nails. Sarah’s or Lucy’s or maybe even my own.

I’m not sure whose blood it is, and honestly, I don’t care.

The knowledge that it’s there is enough to send me over the edge again; another round of spasms pulses through my walls. It sends Chris over the edge with me.

“Yes baby, milk this fuck cock.” He roars as he throbs inside me—unloading his hot cum into my pussy until it overflows, dripping down my thighs and onto the table below us.

The only sound in the room is the ping of the computer behind us as we both come down from our high. My entire body slumps as though I have expended all of its possible energy. I’m so fucking tired. And so fucking sated. Chris does not seem like someone I can trust, but he’s definitely a good fuck.

“Well, we definitely gave them a good show,” he whispers in my ear, quiet enough that the camera won’t be able to pick it up. “Maybe now we have a chance to escape before something bad happens to one of us.”

Suddenly, my relaxed and sated exhaustion is replaced with intense dread because the truth is, I’m not sure I’m ready to leave the woods.