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eighteen

Corrupting The Virgin

Scarlett

A s I get to my feet, the cold air kisses my skin as a gust of wind sweeps through the air. Blade smiles and scoops me into his arms, still leaning against the balcony railing for support as he peers into my eyes, as if searching my soul for something.

Looking around, I notice the atmosphere is much darker than it was, and I see the drapes closed against the sliding glass door, a red substance smeared all over the glass. I shiver as he walks me towards it, protectively holding me in his arms, careful not to drop me. My body still feels as light as a feather as I wrap my arms around his neck.

This all feels so surreal, like it’s one big dream. Is this even happening? Am I really about to finally lose my virginity?

I can hear muffled music and the obnoxious bass reverberating throughout the entire building. I’m definitely going to be hearing from my landlord tomorrow, but tonight, I don’t give a fuck.

“You doing okay, Scar?” Blade asks, rolling my name off the tip of his tongue in a tone that makes my clit throb.

“Oh, yeah. I’m more than okay," I answer, giving him a smile that I know for sure meets my eyes as my nerves swarm inside my stomach like first date jitters.

He comes to a halt just before opening the door, which causes me to look at him in confusion. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, slipping it over my head, a devious grin on his already sexy, shiny lips.

“Put this on for me.”

I raise my hands to my head and feel around, noticing a blindfold. I pull it over my eyes, sighing heavily as my hands begin to shake from fatigue. When my vision is blocked and everything is pitch black, I hear the door slide open and the music amplify, but there’s no sound of talking.

“Where is everyone?” I ask as he walks me inside, closing the door behind him. He holds me tightly, walking me to my room, stepping over things as he lifts his legs. I cling to him, afraid because I can’t see anything.

“They’re here just chilling,” he whispers in my ear because of the music. He enters my room, closes the door, and places me on the bed, my eyes still covered.

"How come I have to wear this?" Fear causes my voice to tremble, and the unknown causes me to panic. I can feel him close by, but all I can see is darkness, which is terrifying.

"Because I fucking want you to. And I always get what I want, sinner," h e says, the bed dipping as he gets closer to me.

A chill sweeps through my body, making me shiver, but his words are what I cling to, striking me like a domineering punch.

"Wh... what did you just say?”

He pounces on me as I reach for the blindfold, pinning my body to the bed with his. It feels like everything is suddenly erased from my memory before anything can sink in, and the words start to slip off my tongue once more. I feel something cold caress my hot skin as he slides it under my clothes—a knife... He swipes it against the fabric, and it falls open, causing me to shiver as the air feathers across my body. Whatever drugs I was given started to take over my mind, leaving me frozen on the bed. I can’t move. As I try to lift my limbs, they begin to tingle and feel extremely heavy. He rips the rest of my clothes off my body, leaving me naked beneath him, satisfied grunts escaping his throat and going straight to my core, turning me on even more.

“Blade?” I ask, afraid of what he’s doing.

“What, baby?” He puts his mouth right next to my ear, yanking my lobe between his teeth and causing my body to jerk violently.

“Can you take this off yet?” I ask, motioning to the blindfold.

He chuckles, straddling my waist, his cock poking into my pussy, giving me strange but enticing sensations that set my entire body on fire. I feel his hands on the side of my head as he slowly starts to lift the blindfold, and relief washes over me.

“You sure you want it off?” He pauses, waiting for my answer.

“Yeah, I want to see you.”

“Okay, as you wish…” He removes the blindfold as I hold my breath.

Half expecting to see something horrifying, I am relieved to see him naked on top of me, smiling as he pulls it off. He tosses it beside us and leans down, peppering kisses all over my face, lavishing me with affection. My heart skips a beat when I notice a long, sharp knife beside me, right next to the shredded clothes he cut off my body. He grins as he cusps my face in his massive hands.

“What?” he asks, like, its no big deal what he just did.

“Did you really cut my clothes off?”

“Yeah, why not?” He dips his head and starts kissing my neck, inching down my body. He cups my breasts, squeezing them firmly, making me wince at the strength of his grip. “I’m not going to hurt you, Scarlett... Well, maybe at first, but I promise it’ll feel good after.”

Something in his tone gives me an uncomfortable chill, making me second guess this entire thing, but as I try to move my body, it’s like I’m cemented to the bed. As he lowers his head, tugging my nipple between his perfect white teeth, darkness clouds his crystal blue eyes, and evil flickers within them. My hands reach for his hair, yanking his curls roughly.

"Relax, baby..." he says seductively, his tone of voice hypnotizing me.

As he stands up, I lean back and spread my legs wide. He positions himself between them, his massive, colorful, pierced cock lining up with my opening, mercilessly rubbing my tingling clit to get me dripping even more than I already am. As he presses the head of his cock against my pussy, I clutch the sheets tightly, afraid of how much it will hurt. He smiles and reaches for my mouth, shoving something between my lips.

“Fucking swallow it.” He gives the order, his tone becoming more demanding.

When I feel a pill on my tongue, I gather spit in my cheeks and swallow, earning myself a smile from him when he sees that I have followed his order.

“Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy it.” He slams his cock into me as soon as my head hits the pillow, causing a scream to rip from my throat as he tears my pussy with the size of his cock. My bedroom door slams open, and three men walk in, terrifying me.

“Get out!” I scream, pain coursing through my entire body as Blade continues to fuck me, oblivious to the intruders.

“Relax, sinner. They’re here to watch the show.”

Confusion knocks the wind out of me as he pumps his hips, each vicious thrust ripping my tight pussy. I ignore the warm liquid trickling down the insides of my thighs, noticing Blade's eyes light up when he feels it as well. And that’s when I see them. They approach my window, the moonlight highlighting the masks on their faces. Silver…White…Red…No…

Blade

Her expression is fucking priceless. Her fixed gaze on the three masked men watching me fuck her draws my attention to the window. The pain isn’t even fucking bothering her anymore, even though she’s bleeding all fucking over me.

I grab her hips and thrust mine into her tight, virgin pussy, ripping her apart like I promised her so many times. Her blood and arousal soak her sheet, making my cock slide in and out of her with ease, even with her tight muscles trying to fight me out. She grips the sheet, frozen, as she stares at the guys, still unable to speak.

“What’s wrong, Sinner?” I ask, huffing in between strokes that make my fucking back ache.

She’s so fucking tight, and I’m not gonna last much longer. Fear flickers in the browns of her irises as she shifts her gaze away from the guys and toward me. They widen as her back arches off the bed, and I pound into her as if she’s been fucked before. Paralyzed in terror, her jaw drops and her pussy grips my cock as her orgasm begins to show it’s pretty face, but she still hasn’t uttered a single fucking word.

Leaning down, I seize her mouth, curling my tongue around hers with enough force to steal her breath. Her hands shove against my chest, but I’m too strong for her to fight off. She screams into my mouth as her pussy contracts, clutching my cock and soaking me. I let my climax rush through me as she experiences her first orgasm, easing my cock deep inside of her and filling her with my cum.

“Fuck, sinner. I knew you’d be worth the wait.” I bite her lip, yanking it along with me as I pull my face away from hers, leaving her with a horrified expression.

As her body trembles beneath mine, she pants, trying to catch her breath. My cock gleams with her cum, soaked in dark red blood that drips down my legs, leaving me with an insatiable desire to have her again. I climb up her body, aiming my cock at her parted lips as she stares at me in shock, lust flashing in her eyes still. Cum spurts out in thick globs, landing on her lips and dripping down her chin, making a mess all over her pretty little face.

She stays still, her tits bouncing from her heaving chest, and her nipples so fucking hard they could fucking cut me like my own damn knife that's beside her head. I stroke my cock, spraying my cum all over her face, making her skin glisten even more.

Saint comes over when I climb off of her, leaving her shaking in absolute fear and shock, still frozen to the bed. He lowers his head and licks my cum off her face before crashing his mouth on hers, forcefully choking her with his thick, pierced tongue as he relishes the taste of me in his mouth.

Even after I wash myself up, she lies motionless, unable to turn away from the masked men who are still fixating obsessively on her naked, bloody body as though she were a piece of fucking meat. When she still doesn’t move, I rip her shaky thighs apart and lower my head, licking a slow path from her ass to her clit, sopping up the blood leaking from her.

“Stop that! You’re gross!” she yells, her face furious, as she scoots up toward the headboard, hugging her knees to her chest.

I grab her neck and squeeze it, crashing my mouth on hers, kissing her manically so she tastes the delicious blood that’s coating my tongue.

“Ah, she speaks.”

I lick my lips and sigh in contentment as I take a seat at the foot of her bed. Saint goes into her closet, rummaging through her clothes in search of something for her to wear. We can’t take her out of here naked, although I’d love to.

“Wh… What did you do?” she asks, glaring at me.

“Nothing, Scarlett. I just fucked you like you wanted.”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am, so why are you asking?” I grin as Saint walks out, throwing some clothes at her. He throws my mask at me, and I put it on, making her beautiful, lustful eyes widen in terror.

“ You!” s he screams, finally putting the puzzle together.

While impatiently waiting for her to get dressed, the four of us surrounded the bed, preventing her from leaving.

“Surprise, sinner. Now get the fuck dressed. We have places to be.” I grab her clothes and hurl them at her, hoping to shake her out of her trance. But she refuses to budge.

"Do we have to dress you like a fucking child?" Nixon spits as he grabs her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“You sure as fuck weren’t acting like a child when Blade was balls deep in that pussy, were you?” He continues, taking the initiative to put her pants on.

She stares at the four of us, betrayal visible in her features, tugging at my heart, but I try to ignore it.

“What do you want? Haven’t you ruined my life enough over the last year?” she screams again, her voice becoming louder.

Nixon supports her legs while Saint drapes a shirt over her perfect body... for the time being.

“We’re only getting started. Now you’re ours, baby,” I tell her, leaning down to retake her mouth.

She tries to squirm, but the guys keep her firmly anchored to the bed. I squeeze her cheeks and force my tongue down her throat.

Scarlett

My darkest nightmare has come true. The four masked men who have been tormenting me all year stare down at me, cowardly hiding behind their masks, despite the fact that I know who they are. Even so, I can’t stop the flood of desire that rushes between my thighs as my clit throbs, remembering Blade fucking me just moments before.

How can someone so vile make you feel so good? It’s incomprehensible.

They dress me and step back from the bed, giving me a little breathing room. The music is still playing in the background, almost taunting me, but no one else's voice can be heard.

“Get the fuck up, trouble. It’s time to go,” Silver says, comfortably holding a knife in front of him.

As I focus my attention on the four of them, I notice that they are all holding knives and are dripping with blood. I sit up, slowly swinging my shaky legs over the edge of the bed, hoping not to collapse when I try to stand. Sensing that I’m taking too long, I try to hurry but end up falling to the floor and catching myself with my hands. Red circles the bed, reaching down and snaking his hand through my hair.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Grabbing a handful of it, he pulls me to my feet, a firm grip on my hair, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I’m dragged to the door.

Trying to ignore the knife in his other hand, I raise my knee and slam it into his crotch, causing him to hunch over in pain. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I need to get out of here. I frantically open my door and flee, hoping to get away from them. But what I wasn’t expecting were bodies to be strewn about my apartment.

As I run for my life while being blinded by flashing lights and loud music, I find a shocking number of dead bodies and blood all over the place, which covers the walls, soaks into the carpets, and is smeared all over the windows. What the fucking fuck?

As I get closer to the front door, panic sets in, and I freeze. My entire body is in excruciating pain as the hair on my body stands on end and goosebumps cover my skin. I can feel their presence behind me, but despite having my hand on the doorknob, I just can’t bring myself to open it.

“Where are you running off to, trouble?” Silver says slowly, creeping up behind me.

The point of a knife digs into the back of my neck, slowly dragging down my back against my spine, causing a violent shiver to wrack my body.

“You can fucking run all you want, but you know we’re going to fucking catch you,” Black says, reaching out and clutching my hips, pulling my body back against his.

I shudder as I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Both pleasure and fear swirl inside of me, perplexing me and leaving me unsure of how I should feel right now. Are they going to kill me? Or is this just some kind of sick, twisted game they want to play that turns them on? I think to myself as he runs his knife down the front of my body before bringing it up and pressing the edge against my throat.

He roughly grabs my jaw and turns my head so our eyes meet, causing my body to shake uncontrollably in his embrace, despite the fact that I was as comfortable as I could be hours before. Suddenly, an enraged Red charges at me, his knife raised above his head. He snatches my throat from Black, slamming me against the door and squeezing until I cannot breathe.

“You think that little fucking stunt back there was fucking funny, little fucking brat? Kicking me in my fucking balls?” he growls in a commanding tone that makes me tremble, my gaze fixed on the knife as he forces the tip of the knife into my mouth and pushes it inside.

I try to remain as still as possible, afraid that the slightest movement will cut me. Toying with me, he swipes the blade across my tongue, making me think he is going to cut me.

“Let’s see who’s laughing when we’re fucking finished with your ass.” He presses the knife further between my lips until the sharp point touches the back of my throat, my eyes widening in terror as the familiar taste of blood trickles down my throat. He fucking cut my throat!

“That’s fucking enough, Red,” Black shouts, ordering him to stop .

Red reluctantly lets me go, sliding the knife out of my mouth and releasing my throat, leaving me a trembling shell against my front door. Black approaches me, cupping my cheek and looking longingly into my eyes. His eyes soften, and I almost fall for this side of him for a split second, but then I remember everything they have done, including the fucking bloodbath in my apartment, and nausea creeps up my throat, but I force it down, not wanting them to see me sick.

“Don’t fucking worry about a thing, sinner. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re going to make you feel so fucking good. I promise.” He cups my pussy and rubs his palm against it, forcing my body to betray me in every fucking way imaginable.

White reaches behind me and pushes me into the hall, causing me to stumble backwards and almost lose my footing. "This is your chance to flee, sinner... But I’m warning you now; you get one fucking chance to get away.”

They follow me into the hall, but stop as I start walking backwards, hoping to get away from them.

“What’s that supposed to mean? How the fuck am I supposed to get away from you?” Tears stream from my eyes as I inch closer to the door, hoping to make a break for it without being caught. Wishful thinking, Scarlett.

"You have such a filthy fucking mouth, trouble. But don’t worry, we’ll fix that, won’t we, boys?” Silver says, grinning beneath his shiny mask.

“Oh, we sure the fuck will,” White says, twirling his knife around, the blade gleaming brightly and catching my attention.

“If I were you, sinner, I’d start running... cus once we catch you, you’re fucking ours for good , and we’re never letting you go.”

I turn around and shove my hands against the door's metal bar, pushing it open and allowing the cold air to slap me across the face, waking me up from my drugged stupor. Once my feet hit the ground, I run as fast as my legs will allow, and I don’t bother looking back to see how close they are... but I know they’re not far behind me.