13. Tess
TESS
I couldn’t help the yelp that came from my chest as Blade dragged me into the open.
Her fingers dug into the skin of my biceps, not bothering to be gentle. Her face was hidden behind the smiling clown mask, blood splatters far brighter up close than I’d expected.
Strong enough to hold me up, Blade hauled me up to my feet. “Poor Trinket. You really thought you could pull it off.”
I had been naive. I wasn’t sure why I’d convinced myself that once she caught me, she’d play nice. But from the grip on my skin, I knew that assumption was a mistake.
What the fuck have I signed up for?
Blade moved me back, pressing me into the wood shed that served as the entrance to the Sky-Flyer ride. I could hear the smile on her voice as she spoke, “You know the rules. You’re mine now.”
I had agreed to it. Without knowing what the fuck these three psychos would do to me.
Trying to avoid looking at her mask, I looked over her shoulder.
Would she call the others over?
As if she could read my mind, Blade lowered her voice to a feral growl. “Tonight, I want you all to myself. We wouldn’t want to overwhelm our new toy.”
A part of me was thankful that I wouldn’t have to handle all of them at once. But another was terrified of what Blade would do to me all alone and vulnerable.
“Friendly reminder,” Blade let her grip on one of my arms slip, bringing her hand up to my chin and grabbing my face, “Anything I want tonight, I can have.”
Forced to look at her mask, I nodded. Her eyes were covered in shadow, invisible to me. The darkness around us cloaked her, and she seemed relieved by it.
As soon as I nodded, Blade got to work. She grabbed at the hem of my crop top, letting her hands graze the soft flesh underneath it.
I felt a whimper daring to press past my lips, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or pleasure. Forcing it down, I rolled my head back against the shed behind me.
Blade’s tattooed hands worked their way up to my bra, rubbing my nipples over the fabric.
“Fuck.” I groaned.
A desperate laugh came from Blade’s lips as she teased my tits. “Oh, my little Trinket likes it.”
Knowing that I didn’t hate it made her move faster, heat building in her body. Blade unbuttoned my tight daisy dukes and pulled the shorts down to the ground. One her way back up, she dragged her fingers along my sweaty, dirty skin.
Another shiver ran through my body as I pressed my skull into the wall.
It inspired her, making her move faster as she put her boot between my legs. Kicking my feet wider, Blade pressed her knee into my center. My clit throbbed as she applied a deep pressure to my pussy.
She brought her hand back to my chin, guiding my face down to hers.
But all I could see was her cloaked face.
“Don’t worry, Trinket. I’ll play nice… tonight.” Blade laughed as she dropped my chin and instead slipped her hand between my legs, replacing her knee with the fevered attention of her fingers.
Another moan passed over my lips. Blade pressed a flat palm into my chest as I started to writhe under her touch. The pressure made my chest hurt, but she held me in place.
Even through the mask, I knew she wasn’t taking her eyes off of my face. She wanted to watch me, wanted to see the panic, the fear, the pleasure.
I felt her fingers slip between my folds as she moved my bikini-cut panties out of her way.
“That’s a perfect toy.” Blade growled as she felt the slickness that had grown.
I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, my entire body betraying everything I’d ever told myself. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I would have let any man touch me like this, to just take me without a fight.
I’d agreed to the Freaks’ rules. And I wasn’t a fucking quitter.
Blade was quick to thrust her fingers into my pussy, plunging them deep inside me as my eyes widened.
She laughed in my face as I took two of them inside me.
I hated not seeing her eyes. I wouldn’t admit how good she felt, the moans gave that away plenty.
But as much as I respected that I’d lost, I wasn’t a fucking pushover.
I lifted my hands to her chest, pushing into her shoulders as I put distance between us for a brief moment. “Take off the mask. My rule.”
Blade’s fingers stopped inside me, a chuckle rising to her throat. Her chest heaved with excitement as she looked me over, considering it.
She didn’t have to, didn’t have to take my request onboard.
After a moment, Blade lifted the mask from her face. Curly blonde hair bounced into place. It was short, but long enough to swing on the top of her head as the mask shifted. Blade dropped the mask to the ground.
Underneath, a chiseled face and glowing green eyes met mine.
In the dark, I tried to memorize her face. She was covered in piercings, a studs on the top and bottom of her eyebrow; a nose bridge piercing, and a vertical labret through her bottom lip. Then there was a septum ring.
There was no denying that Blade was gorgeous. Even the intense piercings and full body tattoos suited her perfectly.
But Blade had given in, which meant she was going to take what she wanted.
Reaching back between my legs, Blade plunged her fingers deeper into my pussy. She was faster now, fevered as she pressed my hips into the wall behind us.
“Fuck.” I groaned, my head rolling back. Now, when I looked down, I was greeted by her piercing green eyes — the need and hunger that she’d tried to conceal under the mask now clear to me.
Much better.
“A wet toy is so much fun to play with.” Blade cackled as she used her free hand to lift my legs.
Off the ground, I wrapped myself around her waist.
She pressed her palm into my lower back, holding me up with one hand while she fucked me with the other.
My hips rocked against her.
“Hold tight, Trinket.” Blade commanded as she pulled her long fingers from my slit and reached for one of the axes on her hips. Slipping them from their sheathes, Blade licked her lips. “The twins want a turn too.”
She didn’t ask questions, didn’t hesitate as she pressed the tip of the wood handle into my soaked center.
“Holy shit!” I gasped as I felt the smooth wood sliding inside of me.
In one thrust, she buried the ax handle into me. She let out a groan as the pressure pressed back onto her own center. She’d positioned the flat top of the ax blade against her clit, over her pants.
Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a small purple toy. She turned it on, a low thrumming coming from the white tip as she put it under her harness.
Blade brought her hands to my hips, gripping them hard as she used the leverage to bounce me on the wood handles.
“Oh, fuck.” Blade growled as her vibrator pressed into her clit. Ripples of the toy's airpulsing worked up the ax shaft and into my pussy.
Sweat dripped down my body as I tried to hold myself up. But there was no stopping the force Blade took me with.
Her voice had turned to primal groans and grunts as she pressed deeper and deeper inside me. My hands gripped the back of her shirt, needing something to hold on to as she took me on this ride.
I watched her muscular arms tense as she took my weight. And then my eyes caught on her small tits. Under the muscle tee, hard nipples stood at attention. Two hard bars visible underneath the fabric.
Blade laughed as she caught my gaze. “Oh, Trinket. There’s so much fun we could have.” Nearly breathless, I could tell she was nearing her own orgasm.
She brought one hand over her own shoulder, gripping my wrist and prying it off of her back. She pinned it to the wall behind us. “Put your hands together.”
Doing as I was told, following her rules, I removed my other hand from her shirt and cradled it in my palm. Every movement forced my pussy to stretch around the wooden handles of her ax.
Blade’s long fingers, still covered in my pleasure, wrapped around my wrists. “I like forcing you still.”
All I could do was nod, overwhelmed by the thrust of her inside me and the pressure of her hands on mine. The wood was rough, almost ridges as it rubbed against my G-spot.
A drip of sweat passed down her face as she moaned. “You’re so pretty taking all of me, Trinket.”
My body was completely at her mercy. More than I would have preferred.
I should have protested more, tried to stop her from fucking me with the handles of the weapons she’d used to kill someone the night before. I knew I’d wake up in the morning and not believe what I’d let this murderous stranger do to me.
But I couldn’t deny how unbelievably incredible Blade felt between my legs.
Besides I’d let plenty of men have me, and they’d never felt like this. Even in the dirty, back corner of an abandoned amusement park, I’d never been fucked better.
And Blade knew it, a cocky smile taking over her face as her head rolled back. Her ornamental tattoos stretched over her strained neck.
My eyes caught on her bulging, tensed forearm. Not a tattoo, but raised skin. Three swords piercing a heart. There was no ink, just scarred flesh.
A brand?
There wasn’t much time to contemplate it before Blade’s groans became a roar. “Come with me, Trinket.”
She was holding back, waiting to release until I admitted my own pleasure.
I took one last look at her as I felt her ax rubbing against my pussy. Undeniably hot, my captor was all bulging muscles and piercings. Like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare.
But as she pressed deeper inside me, the vibrator sending pulses to my G-spot, I felt my body give over to the pleasure. My legs constricted around her waist.
Blade grew breathless, still managing to keep her rhythm as both of us lost control.
I felt my body release onto her strap. “Oh, god.”
Blade groaned out her own orgasm, falling over the edge as her head dropped and her grip on my wrists tightened. “Fuck!”
Her thrusts slowed until she pulled her slick handle out of me. Holding me up, she slipped the ax back into the sheath on her belt loops, but not before running her finger along the length of it and slipping it into her mouth.
As her tongue left her lips, two symmetrical piercings revealed themselves to me. The dark metal beads rubbed the shaft of the axes.
“Mmm.” Her eyes rolled back as she tasted my pussy. “Fucking delicious.”
I whimpered while watching her. She was fucking gorgeous, her defined face and stunning eyes drawing me in, even after she completely ruined me.
Which made all of this more confusing.
Why was someone so stunning hunting terrified women around an abandoned amusement park?
There was one obvious answer: they did it for the thrill.
But heavy footsteps forced my eyes up. Behind Blade’s broad shoulders, Nash and Cyrus were running up on us.
“Goddamnit.” Nash growled her disappointment as she came to a stop. Her eyes scanned over my body, denim shorts on the ground, sweat drenching my face. “Why wouldn’t you share?”
Even Cyrus’s chest heaved. Anger, excitement, disappointment? With her mask still covering her face, I couldn’t tell what. But I had a feeling it just might be all three.
Blade helped me down, slipping my shorts back on as she passed her tongue over my exposed legs. “Jealous much? Catch her if you want a taste.”
That’s when I remembered that I’d lost. And I’d be stuck with these feral freaks until I could escape their wicked game.