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Double Fucked

Scarlett

R unning through the dark streets of Salem, my chest hurts with each breath I take, and the taste of blood from Red nicking the back of my throat with the tip of his knife is still very strong on the back of my tongue. I shudder thinking about it as I flee for my life, knowing that four crazed, masked men are pursuing me and that I have little chance of escaping them.

I can't get the scene from my apartment out of my head. The blood everywhere, the dead bodies strewn about... But where was Melanie? I didn't see her anywhere. My thighs ache horribly, and running only makes the pain worse, but I know I cannot stop.

Trying to stay in the light rather than the dark, I stay on the sidewalks, hoping to run into someone who can assist me. For it being Halloween, there's no one fucking out! I'm double fucked. Luck is definitely not on my side tonight. Fear threatens to paralyze me and bring me to my knees, but it also drives me to persevere.

I can't let them kill me, and I know that's what they're going to do. I know too much. I've seen too much. There's no way in hell they're going to let me live after this.

When I see the Walmart, hope fills my heart, and I force my legs to carry me faster toward the illuminated store. Thank God! Turning around, there’s no one in sight, but I don’t dare to stop or slow down in case they emerge from the shadows. They always seem to be one step ahead of me. Not this time.

As I get closer to the store, I allow a smile to break through the frown on my face, but it’s fleeting. Before I can reach the doors and escape, a strong arm from behind wraps around my waist and violently pulls me backward, right into the arms of one of the masked men. Blade. I can smell him. His hand clamps over my mouth, preventing me from screaming, and he drags me into the dark alley beside the store, bringing me right up to the other three monsters who are waiting for me.

"I told you we'd catch you," he says, pride filling his voice as he licks the shell of my ear, making me shiver uncontrollably.

I thrash in his embrace—one that used to make me feel so welcoming—now trying to get as far away from him as possible. He shoves me away, and I fall to the ground, my knees scraping against the pavement.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, tears streaming down my cheeks as I keep my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look at them.

"Whatever the fuck we want," Silver says, pulling me to my feet by my hair.

"Remember, Blade told you that you were now ours, so anything goes, whether you like it or not, trouble. You're fucking ours."

" You guys are fucking insane!" I scream, hoping that someone will hear me. But they don't. Instead,

Red sweeps his hand across my face, drawing blood from the corner of my lip, clearly wanting me to stop talking. "Watch your fucking mouth. You never know who you're going to insult with your words, brat."

I look up, stunned. No one has ever hit me before. When I look up, I see Nixon, and I realize he tried to warn me about this. He warned me about how insane they were, how obsessed they were... and I didn't even think twice. Was he trying to save me? I clear the confusion from my head and turn to face the four of them, wondering what next cruel scheme they have in store for me .

"Now, we have to get going, sinner. Do I have to fucking knock your ass out and carry you? Or are you going to be a good little girl and walk with us on your own?"

I scoff under my breath at his ridiculous choices, but I know I have to choose one of them. Shit, I'd rather not be knocked out...

"Don't touch me... I'll walk on my own," I bite back, trying to keep as far away from him and the rest of them as possible as we begin walking again—to where I’m not sure. And to think, I just gave this asshole my virginity. I guess I have bad judgment, huh?

Blade

Scarlett says nothing on our walk to the car, but I wasn’t expecting her to. She is fucking terrified; I can see it in her eyes, but this is what we fucking do. We’re not nice guys, and we never fucking claimed to be. We’re evil. We’re murderers. We torture people. And best of all, we fucking love it.

When we arrive at Saint's car, he pops the truck, and Scarlett's eyes widen, knowing exactly where she will be sitting on the way to the cemetery. I smirk at her while still wearing my mask and take a few steps towards her, which causes her to back up to the car, where she’s caged. Her big brown eyes flicker with fear as she shifts her gaze between the four of us, silently pleading with us not to put her in the fucking trunk. Too bad, though.

“Get the fuck in,” Red growls at her, still pissed from when she kicked him in the balls.

She refuses to listen and shakes her head no, which irritates him even more. He pulls out his knife and charges at her, pushing me aside and taking my place against her body... which is mine. I stand back and watch as his knife presses against her throat, digging into her smooth, tanned flesh that I want to sink my fucking teeth into again.

“Don’t make me fucking cut you, mouse. Now get in the fucking trunk for the ride.”

She looks at me for some reason, her gaze softening as she begs me for assistance with just a glance. Shit, why can’t I resist that look? Should I fucking help her ass out?

“I’m not getting in the fucking trunk. Kill me right here if you want." She crosses her arms over her chest and cranes her neck, causing the blade to dig deeper into her skin and cut her.

Trying not to show her fear in front of us, she keeps her face frozen, but I can still see the horror and torment clouding her beautiful eyes.

“Red, step the fuck away from her,” I order him, knowing he’ll listen to whatever I tell him.

He moves, and I take my place again, holding her hips with a tight grip. I press my lips against her neck, covering the cut in her skin. I suck her skin between my teeth and slurp the blood oozing from the cut, causing her to squirm in my grasp. She moans, fighting it, but the more she screams, the harder I suck until the blood drains from the tiny wound. I lick my lips as I pull away, staring at her. I can feel myself losing it—losing myself in her.

“You and White sit up front. White, you drive, and Sil and I will take the back with the mouthy little sinner here.” I watch her chest heave as she breathes a sigh of relief, but deep down, she fucking shouldn’t be. I didn’t save her… and I’m not saving her even if she thinks that’s what’s happening .

When we are all in the car and Scarlett is wedged between Sil and me, we both clutch her thighs and spread her legs open, wishing we were already between them. Soon enough, as soon as we get back, we’re fucking ruining her.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks quietly, trying not to be heard by White or Red, who she believes are the two evil ones among the four of us. She couldn’t have it more twisted, though.

"We're taking you back to where it all started, trouble…" Saint explains, his gaze never leaving the road ahead of us. I watch her swallow hard, her nails digging deep into the smooth skin on her palms.

"I'll do whatever you want; just don't kill me. Please, " she begs, fighting back tears.

Saint speaks up before I can respond, finally turning his head to meet her gaze. "That's cute that you think you're in a fucking position to negotiate with us." He slides his hand up her thigh, easing his fingers into her pussy before she realizes what he’s doing.

I notice the look in his eye, and I can tell that he isn't all there either. Our minds are feeling the absence of our meds, and we're about to fucking lose them. We both rip her thighs open and hold them that way as she tries to clench them shut. Red turns around, pointing his phone at us in the backseat, recording the whole thing.

"You know, so I can watch this shit later." As Saint drives his fingers into Scarlett's pussy, Red smirks and keeps the phone aimed directly at him.

I can see desire clouding her eyes, as much as she wants to hate it. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and leans back against the headrest, her legs spread and her hands relaxed beside her, allowing my brother to torture her pussy with his fingers. As I watch the show, I twist in my seat and lean against the window, palming my cock over my pants.

Sain t

Back at the cemetery, Scarlett is much more relaxed by the time we pull up to the Mausoleum and get her out than she was when we forced her in.

Probably due to the orgasm I just gave her. She comes to a halt at the door as White and Red enter, causing Black to slam into her from behind.

"Move your ass, trouble. It's time to go inside. We're going to have a little fun." Black gives her a gentle shove, launching her into my arms.

Her body trembles uncontrollably as I drag her inside, stepping over random human bones along the way. Panic fills her eyes, and each shallow breath she takes causes her chest to heave deeply. Her gaze is drawn to the blood stains on the walls and floors, and she pales even more, her knees weakening as she walks. She stumbles and falls into my arms, forcing me to carry her over my shoulder for the remainder of the walk. I can feel her body shaking tremendously against mine as we get closer to the table she was on before. But we're not going there right now.

"Please don't do this…" She sobs as she watches Red and White enter the small room off to the side. I cup her ass cheek and squeeze it reassuringly, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

"Calm down, trouble. We're not going to hurt you. We're gonna make you feel good. You'll see." Taking her into the room, I place her on the bed, and the four of us huddle around it, staring down at her.

White reaches into his pocket and pulls out two small pills, grinning as he sits beside Scarlett on the bed. "Open up for me," he orders; his tone isn't one to be challenged.

"What are those?" She purses her lips, hugging her knees to her chest, her body trembling in terror. Dried blood stains her body, making my cock hard as I sweep my gaze across it.

"What you've been taking all year. Now open your fucking mouth, or I'll open it for you." He smirks at first, then bores his murderous gaze into her, causing her mouth to slowly open without resistance.

Good fucking girl. I sigh and cross my arms, growing impatient. He places the pills on her tongue and closes her jaw, forcing her to swallow without drinking. We watch as he rubs her throat as she swallows them, making the moment far more intimate than it should have been. This shit is becoming more difficult than I anticipated... will I be able to kill her?

Her body stops shaking as the pills take effect, and her horror-filled eyes turn dark and wild with lust. She relaxes her knees and leans back against the pillow, finally breathing deeply. I lock eyes with Black, and he nods, signaling it's time . I remove my mask and place it on a small table near the door, watching her eyes flutter as she notices my face. The guys gradually follow suit, revealing their faces to her as well.

She fucking laughs as she scoots up toward the rusty metal headboard, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she reaches for a cigarette from Blade's pack beside her. He flicks his zippo and lights it for her, their eyes locking and the moment becoming even more intimate before she snaps her gaze back to the rest of us, scrunching her nose.

"I fucking knew it was you guys. I was suspicious of you." She shakes her head and stares at Riley as she recalls the night of torture she endured at his hands.

"We had a good time, and you fucking know it," he laughs, removing his clothes to get comfortable .

" You had fun. I was scared shitless." She does her best to avoid my and Blade's gaze, but when I pull my shirt over my head and walk up to her, her eyes widen and lock onto my bare chest.

"Fight it all you fucking want, Scarlett. This is your fate. It has been for a fucking year now."

I unbutton my pants and slide them down, watching her eyes follow my every move.

"And why is it my fate?" she asks, her voice much lower now.

"Because…" I kick my pants off and sit down, grabbing her head and laying it in my lap. "Once I saw you, I fucking knew I had to have you," I admit running my fingers through her hair.

"And what about you?" she boldly asks Blade, flicking her gaze at him as he begins to undress.

"What about me?" With a couldn't give a shit attitude, Blade scoffs and sits at the end of the bed in his boxers, running his dark, hungry eyes up and down her body.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I fucking want to and because I fucking can."

"Yo, you talk to fucking much," Nixon snaps, swinging the door open and walking out in a huff.

"Let me know when she's fucking ready," he yells after himself, making Riley get up to follow him.

"Yeah, you three have fun. I'm going to get drunk, but Nix and I will be back for our turn soon." He blows Scarlett a kiss and walks away, a relieved expression on her face.

I'm not sure when things started to change in my head, but the longer I sat here thinking about her, the more regret entered my fucking mind, making me second-guess my entire fucking plan. Scarlett and I lock gazes as I fist her hair, pulling her head up to meet mine. All sympathy for her vanishes the moment I taste her lips on mine, and evil takes over. My body pins hers against the mattress in the blink of an eye, and Blade watches from the end of the bed, stroking his cock at the sight. She whimpers into my mouth, grabbing the sides of my body as she wraps her long legs around my waist, attempting to draw me closer. At least the drugs have loosened her up.

"Now, Trouble, this might hurt, but we've got you. Remember that," I warn her by thrusting my cock into her pussy in a single, slow thrust, causing her back to arch perfectly off the bed.

She moans, gasping deeply as my cock stretches her tight little pussy out, ripping her still virgin cunt to accommodate my size, which she isn't used to yet. Jesus fuck, she's so tight. As I continue to push deeper inside of her, she digs her nails into my back and rakes them down my skin, leaving bloody scratches. I see tears welling up in her eyes, but I ignore them as I do everything else and concentrate on the task at hand. Reaching under her chubby little ass, I press her cheeks together, burying my cock in her pussy, ripping a loud moan from her throat once I bottom out inside of her, my cock head hitting her magic spot.

"Ahh!" she screams, clinging to me as her body shudders from the pain, but nothing but pleasure flashes in her distant eyes.

"It's okay, sinner. Breathe through it. It's about to get a hell of a lot worse," he chuckles, stroking his cock against her cheek, the tip smacking her lips, her eyes glued to him as if she is in a trance.

Her legs part on their own as she becomes used to my cock, and her pussy drips like a fucking faucet with each stroke I deliver. Pressing on her clit with my thumb, her whole body trembles, a smile spreading across her lips as she opens them to take my brother inside. I clench my teeth and pound into her tight pussy, my balls smacking her bright red skin with each vicious thrust. Her moans grow louder, drawing Nixon and Riley back into the room.

"By the way she was moaning, I thought you were both fucking her already." Nixon expresses his dissatisfaction as he settles into a chair to watch the show.

"About to be," Blade says as he climbs onto the bed behind me.

Scarlett's eyes widen as I smile, thumbing her puffy lips in anticipation. "I warned you it was going to happen. That we'd both be inside of you at the same time."

"I assumed you were joking," she pants, fisting the sheet as she squirms to get away, my cock still deep inside her.

I pull out of her, and Blade slams in, making her eyes pop and her mouth open. Nixon walks to the head of the bed and grabs the rope to tie her wrists to the headboard.

"Please, don't tie me up," she begs him, making her best puppy dog face, which will never fucking work on any of us. I lied, because it has worked on me and Blade before. But it fucking won't tonight.

" Trust me, you're going to want to be tied up," Blade says, still fucking her, obviously unable to pull himself away.

"Trust you ?" She laughs but glares at him as he thrusts his massive cock into her pussy, causing her to bleed from the brutality of his thrusts. He is going to have a difficult time killing her.

Scarlett

The only part of me they leave untouched was my eyes, allowing me to see everything they are about to do to me as I lay here with my wrists tied to the rusty metal headboard by bloody rope and a gag in my mouth. Riley and Nixon are naked, sitting awfully close to each other, stroking their own cocks and watching Saint and Blade touch me in ways I have never been touched before.

The brothers climb on the bed again, dark, evil hunger in their eyes that I've never seen even over this last year. Even though my pussy is soaked from what they’re doing to me, my body shakes in fear rather than pleasure. Yes, it feels good, but I'm terrified of these men, and I don't want to be here. Blade looks longingly at me as he rubs his cock against my pussy, causing my body to jerk against his, chasing the pleasure coursing through my body.

"Remember to breathe through the pain, sinner. It'll only last a minute anyway," he says, licking his lips as a seductive grin curls across them.

Saint pokes his head over Blade's shoulder, smirking even more devilishly than his brother as he prods his cock at my entrance, teasing me. I tug at the restraints, feeling both of them pushing at my entrance and making my body begin to shake wildly. I squeeze my eyes shut as an intense amount of pressure consumes my entire body as both men simultaneously push their cocks into my pussy, ripping a bloodcurdling scream from my throat as they tear me open just to fit inside me.

My back lifts off the bed, and my arms pull even harder on the rope that secures my wrists, chafing and bleeding them. Blade leans in and kisses me, hotly flicking his tongue against mine to distract me from the pain and catch my screams in his mouth, growling animalistically. He tastes so good, even if what they're doing is beyond fucked up. He lowers his body even lower onto mine, our sweat-soaked skin sliding together. While he fucks me, his cock buried deep within me, Saint fucks me too, his cock as deep as his brothers as he leans on top of Blade, rocking against him. The pressure is unbearable, feeling like they're about to break my pussy with each vicious thrust, but my focus is pulled off of that and onto the grunting and moaning coming from the other side of the room.

"You want to watch, don't you, sinner?" Blade queries after noticing that Nixon and Riley have now caught my attention. He grabs my jaw and turns my head, forcing my gaze on them .

"Then fucking watch, baby. Watch them fuck each other to the sight of us fucking you." He licks a path from my ear along my jaw, stopping at my chin and capturing my lips again.

Nixon and Riley jerk each other off, frantically stroking each other's cocks with their gaze fixed on the brothers fucking me. My cheeks flush, but whatever Nixon gave me is assisting me in not giving a fuck right now. I'm sure I'll care later, though. Nixon spins Riley around quickly, bending him over the back of the chair near the door. They wink at me as Nixon bends his knees and guides his cock to Riley's ass, shoving inside him in a single thrust that I am sure hurts, but Riley's face contorts into a grin of pleasure. Blade jerks my gaze back to him as he and Saint intensify their thrusts, slamming into my pussy hard and deep at the same time, stretching me wide and leaving a gaping hole from their cocks.

"You're being such a good girl, sinner," he says, his voice much calmer than earlier.

"Does it feel good?" Saint asks, peering over his brother's shoulder with hooded eyes.

When I don't answer right away, Blade's hand wraps around my throat, and his other hand reaches for his knife beside my head, making panic fill my darkened eyes.

"Fucking answer him, or I won't be sticking the handle of my fucking knife in your mouth this time." His angry tone is back, switching just like that, reminding me of a man quickly on the verge of losing his mind.

"Yes, it feels good," I lie, partly just to appease them, hoping to make this ordeal easier on myself.

"Good, it's about to feel even fucking better."

Both of them suddenly start fucking me faster, shaking the old, squeaky bed as they pound into me. Arousal and blood slide down the inside of my thighs as their cocks pulse inside of me, and my pussy starts to clamp around them in a vise grip. Nixon fucks Riley off to the side of me, slamming his cock into his ass, his hand grabbing his throat from behind, turning his face bright red. His balls smack against his ass as he fucks him wildly, and they both seem to enjoy it.

The sight turns me on, causing my clit to throb even more. My back arches, and the brothers slowly slide out of my pussy, grinning at me as their eyes sparkle with mischief. Blade licks his lips, his grip on my throat still tight. Saint smirks and raises his brow before sucking his lip between his teeth. They both slam back inside of me, causing my upper body to lift off the bed and back away, but I’m trapped. Blade clamps down on my hips, their cocks destroying my pussy with each brutal thrust, enough to send me over the edge and soak them in my cum. A gush of hot liquid pours into me as both of them come, spilling their cum deep inside of me, grunting in ecstasy as their climax hits them harder than anything before.

Blade

Staring at Scarlett's limp body, still safely secured to the bed, I still can't get rid of the raging boner I've had since before we fucking ruined her. With the guys at the bar, I offered to stay behind and keep an eye on her, which I preferred anyway. Still naked, my eyes roam her body, burning the perfect image into memory since I'll no longer be able to see it once we kill her. If we can.

As I enter the room, I take a seat on the bed, making it dip right beside her head. Her eyes fling open, fear filling them as it has so many times before. She swallows hard when she sees my blade twirling in my hands, terrified of the hell I might cause. Let's be honest, I'm fucking afraid too.

"You're awake." I smile at her, swiping my palm across the spot on her cheek where Nixon slapped her earlier.

"Um, yeah. I am," she says, her voice raspy from screaming. Her tits jiggle as she breathes, her perfect chest heaving with the deep breaths she takes.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I was just in a fight." Her cheeks are flushed as she tries to conceal how much she enjoyed it. But I know she liked it.

"You'll get used to it, sinner. I promise."

"You mean, it's going to happen again?" Her jaw drops, and all the hope in her eyes has vanished.

"Of course, but not always." I draw my knife across her throat, watching how slowly she swallows and enjoying how much her fear turns me on.

"How long am I going to be here for?"

"Oh, sinner. That I can't answer, cus I have no fucking idea."

"Well, what can you tell me?"

I lower my mouth to hers, my knife still pressed against her throat, as I snake my hand between her legs and slide my fingers into her pussy, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good... again.

"What I can tell you, sinner..." I pump my fingers quickly, causing her to arch her back off the bed, greedily pursuing my touch. "... is that nothing else matters other than this moment, because when we're finished, we have to fucking kill you."