9. Harley
NINE
We all watch as she immediately shoots up out of the chair and takes off down the hallway. Her steps thundering down the hallway and stairs has us all laughing. It’s actually hilarious that she thinks she can escape any of us.
“Has it been thirty seconds yet?” Weston asks eagerly. For someone who wasn’t entirely on board with all of this, he seems to be just fine now. Maybe it was the little dominant moment I allowed him to have yesterday.
“Let’s give her more than thirty seconds. It’ll give her enough time to go through the haunted house and find all the exit doors have been locked.”
Being an owner of a haunted house definitely has its perks, I must say.
Our stupid fucking angel doesn’t know the half of what’s to come.
A few minutes pass before we all start heading towards the stairs. As we reach the first floor, we decide to split up. Motley goes into the back where the scare actors get ready, Weston makes his way toward the end of the haunt, and I head toward the front of the haunt. I pass by the hallway of hands when I hear a loud thump like something dropped. Stopping in my tracks, I turn around, now walking in the direction I just came from. I’m met with the famous three hallways where guests get split up, peering off to the left.
After looking through all the rooms, I only have one more left. Entering the large room, I briefly stop for a second, noticing that the fog machines and misters have been turned on as well as the dimly lit, green bulbs that fade on and off. I can’t help but grin. She’s in here, giving herself away even if she can’t be seen. I hear the guys call out to me, their voices starting to get closer.
“Har–” Motley stops yelling upon seeing me. Both of them enter the room, walking up on either side of me. We all look at each other nodding once, knowing that she’s hidden somewhere in here. Since this room is the very last one our haunted house has to offer, it was transformed into one gigantic maze. It’s such a shame she’ll never be able to get out even if she does make it to the exit…
We all head towards the entrance, peering off in different directions. You’d think since we made it we’d know where to go, but I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve been in here. After all, I only make myself known in the haunted house when needed. Like two days ago when I saw her.
“Angel…” I coo. “We know you’re in here.”
I faintly see the exit from a distance through the heavy fog and mist. I quicken my pace, each step more purposeful than the last. There’s only one last area for me to check. Reaching the last spot, I come to a gradual halt as the alligator animatronic comes to life with its red, glowing eyes and deep growl. It’s something we added to give our guests one last little scare as this room already looks like something out of a sewer scene. I mean, our haunted house doesn’t have one particular theme, anyways. We made each room different from the last to keep everyone intrigued.
With its mouth now opening wide, there sits our angel in a fetal position, not moving a single inch. I slowly prowl towards her, bending down when I reach the mouth of the alligator.
“I told you we’d catch you,” I purr.
Her head pops up, her hair wet against her face and makeup smeared under her eyes due to the mist. The braid she once wore in her apartment is now long gone. Her widened eyes display her fear while her furrowed brows and tense jaw capture her rage.
“Fuck. Y’all,” she hisses.
“Is that what you”d like?” I muse.
“Wha–”
“For us to fuck you? For all of us to take turns on using those pretty holes of yours, making sure you get every single one filled?”
She lets out deep breath through her nose, making her nostrils flare out. I hear Motley and Weston come up behind me which has me smiling down at her.
“I fucking dare you,” she says through gritted teeth.
I stand up with her eyes following mine, giving me the same look.
“No…” I say as I begin to unzip my jeans.
“You don’t get to have that yet, not until you deserve it.” Turning my head around to look at the guys, I motion with my head to do the same.
“Until then, we’re going to play a little game…” I pull out my cock, starting to stroke it slowly with the guys on either side doing the same, following my lead.
“It’s called who can give the best pearl necklace. Now face towards us and stretch that delicate neck out, angel.”
She clenches down on her jaw, making her head start to twitch in fast but little motions. She lets go of her knees, swinging her legs out in front of us as she starts to scoot out of the animatronic mouth. Now, seated on the edge, she places her arms behind her and tilts her head upward, making her neck more accessible to us. We all take a step toward her as our strokes pick up in pace, all of us now hard.
“That’s it, angel. Look at you already being such a good girl for us.”
I watch as her throat bobs up and down, swallowing down what little pride she had left. She remains silent, never taking her eyes off of ours. Not even to get a little peek at what she’ll be taking later.
Motley’s head drops back, letting out a groan.
“Fuck, I’m already close.” He starts pumping himself up and down faster than ever, getting right in front of her he releases himself on her chest, causing her to close her eyes. She flinches a little as his cum continues to shoot out onto her. Weston gets right next to him, moving him out of the way as he’s quickly releasing next.
“Such a pretty necklace for our angel,” Weston pants.
With both of them done, I’m the last one to paint her. I step up, looking down at those eyes lit with fire while the cum on her neck and chest lay beautifully.
“You like this?” I ask, picking up my pace while she remains silent.
Feeling myself about to erupt, I position myself in front of her face, cumming on her eyes and mouth. She quickly shuts her eyes but her mouth opens, letting out a gasp before quickly shutting it closed again.
“Open your fucking eyes, angel.” She slowly opens them up while rapidly blinking, trying to flush out the cum. I reach down, smearing it around her mouth with my thumb then shove it between her lips.
“Suck,” I command. Her cheeks hollow out, now sucking on my thumb like the worthless bitch she is.
“Now swallow,” I say, pulling out my thumb. I watch her throat contract, swallowing down my cum. Makeup is now running down her face, looking just about perfect.
After tucking myself back in, I get on my knees so I’m at her level.
“What would I feel if I slid my hand up and down that pussy right now?”
“A desert,” she spits out.
“Well then, let’s see if I’m wrong,” I say as I reach down, grabbing her pussy through her leggings.
She’s absolutely fucking soaked.
“You’re fucking wet from that? You really are pathetic.”
Getting up, I pan over to the guys who have their arms crossed then look back down to her.
“Stand up,” I yell, making her flinch. Slowly getting up, I look for any signs of other emotions hiding in her eyes. Weakness…Fear….
But, to my surprise, I don’t see anything besides anger.
I don’t know if this is making her stronger, but this definitely isn’t breaking her and that’s what truly has me by surprise. Here she is with all of our cum painted across her chest, neck, and face…yet she never showed any signs of weakness. It makes me start to wonder if she’s experienced anything like this before or if she just refuses to break down in front of us. Whatever the reasoning may be, I’ll find out soon enough.