15. Winver
FIFTEEN
Pulling up in front of the haunted house is an eerie feeling. With all the lights turned off and no life in sight, it looks like a typical abandoned building that you’d find only in horror movies. I take a couple of deep breaths getting out of my car and walk to the big entrance doors.
Putting my palms on the doors, I go to push them open when I’m met with resistance. I push on them one more time, but they won’t budge.
How do they even get into this place?
Banging on the doors, I wait for someone to come open them or any sounds of footsteps approaching, but nothing can be heard. A ding goes off from my phone.
Ringleader
Find your way in.
“Really!?” I yell at the door, turning around to head to the back of the haunted house. I find a window that’s been broken, giving me a way in. Carefully wedging through the shattered window, I’m submerged into darkness. Fitting for what the haunted house is called…
The exit sign lights up the hallway giving me a way to navigate. I walk in the direction I just came from, turning into a room that has Halloween costumes all over the place. A black curtain leads me out to the familiar hallway of hands.
I stay planted, trying to listen to any sounds of movement when all of a sudden, the haunted house comes to life. The eerie red and orange glow behind the walls of hands cast their shadows and sounds of animatronics going off can be heard throughout. The sounds of Halloween echo through the halls until the speakers start blaring Tonight You Belong To Me by Patience Prudence, making chills invading my body.
I slowly walk through the hallway and enter the room with the three openings when I see one of his two puppets standing in the middle holding a tomahawk ax. I freeze, watching as he makes his way over to me.
“Run, angel,” he whispers.
“Wh-what?”
“You have ten seconds before this ax is decapitating your head.” He holds it up, the purple lights reflecting off of it. I take off to the other hallway, veering away from the main part of the haunted house. I pass a couple of rooms and curtains until I’m running up on the wall where I remember the stairs being. I push open the heavy, discrete door, grunting at the weight of it as it opens. I quickly push it closed behind me before running up the stairs.
The abandoned hallway I once ran away from now welcomes me back. I run all the way to the last room, hiding under what appears to be an old, worn-down desk. What the hell was this place? With my knees hugging my chest, I keep my head up, waiting for legs to appear.
A minute later, a door creaks open to what sounds like the room across from me. I turn my head a little, trying to hear the sound better. I could’ve sworn there were no doors attached to any of the openings…
The door slams shut when a pair of legs appear in the room I’m currently in. I slam my eyes close, trying not to even breathe. When I open them, I let out a scream as I see the ringleader squatting down right in front of me. My blood he used to paint his mask still displays like his favorite souvenir.
He cocks his head motioning for me to come out. “You keep hiding like there aren’t any cameras in this place. Now get the fuck up,” he says, his tone filled with disappointment and irritation.
I scootch out of the space then stand up, wiping off the dust on my leggings and maintaining eye contact with him. “Well?” I ask him.
“Well what, angel?”
“Why am I here?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. You”re the one that came here willingly.” I drop my mouth partially looking at him like he’s crazy.
“No…I…but you left the…” I can’t form a sentence. He’s right.
“But… but…” he mocks me. “Use your fucking words.” I look up at him with a hardened expression. The other two guys now walk in the room, the same blonde haired one still holds the tomahawk ax at his side while the other one has his fists curled like he’s about to attack.
“Can I at least get some names around here? It’d be nice instead of calling you ringleader and the others puppet one and two.” A face reveal would be nice, but I’m starting to get used to the masks. I don’t think I’d get that lucky, either.
“You want some names, angel?” The ringleader asks.
Didn’t I just say that…?
“Fine. We’ll give you some names.” He grabs me by my hair, pulling me out of the room. My scalp immediately starts to sting with how hard he’s pulling it. We walk right out of the hallway, facing the wall at the end. One of his puppets takes out a key and puts it into the wall right where a…key hole is? I squint my eyes trying to see better and notice there’s indeed a tiny keyhole in the wall. He unlocks the secret door, revealing another set of stairs lit up by little lights like the ones in movie theaters. We begin ascending up the stairs, his grip never easing up on my hair. Another door that’s made out of steel iron sits at the top. His puppet pushes past us, unlocking the door and welcoming me with a whole other world.
The huge, luxurious, open layout makes my jaw drop, forgetting about the pain resting on my scalp. Sleek, dark gray tiles line the floor, the walls adorned with black wallpaper and right in the middle sits a black leather couch with armchairs resting across. Ambient light spreads across the ceiling, making its way to the kitchen where marble gray countertops lay and matte black cabinets spread across. Looking at the back where the kitchen sits is a hallway which I assume is where their bedrooms reside.
“You guys…live here?” I scan around the room once more taking in the sight of everything. My hair is gripped tighter and my head is yanked into his chest. “Look at you…figuring out the obvious once again.”
As I peer off looking at the windows, I notice they’ve been covered up with black film. They must not want people knowing they live here or just hate natural lighting. I’m pulled further into their place, passing by the kitchen where I notice a cute little jack-o-lantern sitting on the kitchen island. Its smile and carved out eyes look like they’re following me, making it look sinister.
I’m pulled into one of their bedrooms and pushed on the bed. One of the guys straddles me and ties my hands to the headboard with rope, while another grabs my ankles, spreading my legs apart and cuffing them around some long, rod looking thing.
The ringleader goes into the closet only to come back out with a chained flogger, the sounds of metal clashing together as he smacks it on his palm. “Let’s see how well you can put together our names, angel.” My heart beat grows faster, feeling like it could jump out of my chest at any given moment.
“I spell out our names, you repeat it back.”
WHACK!
He whacks my pussy with the chained flogger, making me hiss in breath. “Only until you feel that, will you call out our names back to us. Anytime you move your legs, the rod gets wider. Although, we’d love to see how wide those legs can get, angel.”
“Go fuck yourselves,” I spit back.
“Oh we will be fucking you after this. Now…”
“H.”
WHACK!
“A.”
WHACK!
“R.”
WHACK!
“L.”
WHACK!
“E.”
WHACK!,
“Y.”
WHACK!
“Now, what’s that spell?” he asks calmly.
I shut my eyes, trying to focus on the letters and less on the pain he gives. The thin layer of my leggings don’t provide any extra cushion at all. The pain is hard and sharp, spreading throughout my body. I bite down on my lips, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing my screams. I let out a shakingly breath, building up the energy to even say one word.
“H-har-harley!” I shakingly say.
“Good fucking girl.”
I flutter my eyelids open, seeing one of his puppets holding up a wand. The loud buzzing sound turns on as he gets onto the bed with me, putting it right on my clit. With the vibration and lingering pain, it sends a wave of tingles throughout my body. I start to squirm when all of a sudden the rod around my ankles grows wider.
“Does our angel like that?” Harley coos. “Get ready for the next name,” he warns. The wand is taken off and the chains start to wind up again.
“M.”
WHACK!
“O.”
WHACK!
“T.”
WHACK!
“L”.
WHACK!
“E.”
WHACK!
“Y.”
WHACK!
“MOTLEY!” I yell out. I feel the vibrator on me once again, bathing in a little relief. My head falls back on the bed, trying to catch my breath after holding it due to how hard he keeps on whacking me. It hurts, but feels so good. My body is enjoying it all while my mind is completely scattered. I let out a little whimper, catching myself by sucking my bottom lip in.
“Yeah, she fucking likes that.” The guy holding the vibrator says, chuckling. He pulls away just as quickly as another hit is striking my pussy. This time it’s fast, but the most painful one yet.
“W.”
WHACK!
“E.”
WHACK!
“S.”
WHACK!
“T.”
WHACK!
“O.”
WHACK!
“N.”
WHACK!”
“WESTON!” I yell out last. The vibrator touches me once again as my mind starts to grow overstimulated from the pain and pleasure.
“Harley,” he says, pointing to himself, “Motley,” he points to the one with the vibrator, “and Weston,” he finishes, pointing to the one that just watched everything unfold. Weston’s beaming, sapphire eyes watch me like a hawk and I can see his hardened cock wanting to break free from his jeans. Sick fuck.
Harley takes my ankles, spreading them and the rod the widest it can go, making my muscles burn. More whimpers escape my mouth as Motley turns the speed up by two notches. “Fuck, your whimpers sound pathetic,” Motley says, shaking his head, turning up the speed yet another notch. Harley takes out a hunting knife then creeps his way on the bed. He takes the knife and cuts right in the middle of my leggings. The cool air hits the warmth from the welts he gave me, making the pain slightly subside.
“No underwear again?” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Motley turns off the vibrator, putting it on the nightstand next to us. All of them now surround me like vultures with their hard cocks and fucking masks.
Harley turns the knife around, the handle of it entering my pussy with no warning. I jolt in surprise as he sinks it deeper inside of me. Weston sits on the other side of me, trailing his fingers up and down my neck.
“I can see your pulse beating out of your neck, angel,” he smirks. “It would be so easy to make it bleed.” He leans down, brushing his lips onto mine but not sealing them in. His hot breath fans across my lips. As Harley begins to thrust the knife handle inside me, Motley starts to circle my clit with his fingers. My mouth opens up to let out a moan as it’s swallowed by Weston’s kiss. His tongue enters inside my mouth, lapping around mine.
My pussy grows wet, ambivalent to my mental panic. The lingering pain from the flogger feels good and with all my senses now heightened, everything seems to feel good.
Motley pinches my clit, my head falling back from the flash of pain.
“Angel, why are you so soaked?” Harley asks with pleasure in his voice. I lay there holding my breath, not wanting to give him that victory he wants, but it’s already there. Whether I say it or not. He pulls out the knife handle, licking it slowly. The sight of him doing that has me flushed.
“You taste like sweet revenge,” he growls. They all start undoing their jeans, revealing what I’ve already seen before, yet this time I actually pay attention tothem. Their sizes have me wanting to close my legs faster than the time I lost my virginity. Fuck. I might feel like I’m losing my virginity all over again by the time they’re inside me.
The only one with clothes still on is me and for some reason I feel uncomfortable being the only one not naked. Like…I’m left out. Motley stands on the bed, hovering over me with his length dangling over my face while Weston gets up on the bed behind him.
Harley centers himself in between my legs. With him naked and now in my view, I see his chest tattoo showing off a six-horned goat head. With no warning, Harley plunges into my pussy without remorse. His cock makes me feel like I’m being stretched apart as his thrusts begin to deepen. After the first initial thrusts, the pain starts to subside and my body starts to feel good. My eyes screw shut and my mouth forms an O where Motley takes advantage as he enters inside my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat. Panic now rides through me as I can no longer move. I try to turn my head, but he reaches down and grips the sides of my face. I remain still, looking up at him and Weston.
“Fuck, angel,” Motley groans now, sliding himself up and down with every thrust getting deeper. What I see happening next catches me completely off guard as I witness Weston sink into Motley’s ass.
“Shit…” Weston whimpers, starting to thrust in and out patiently. Motley stops, but still remains lodged at the back of my throat. “Swallow, angel.” Tears well up in my eyes as I begin repeatedly swallowing his length. Motley’s hands land on the wall above, moaning as I continue to try and breathe out through my nose.
Harley grasps my thighs, shifting his weight onto them while still thrusting like a wild animal.
“Coat my cock, angel. Be a good, worthless, slut and come all over it,” he pants, pressing a hand on my lower stomach. My moans become gags, trapped with Motley’s length. I look up at Weston, watching as his strokes get deeper and faster, ramming into Motley. “Fuck, Motley, your ass feels so good,” Weston pants.
Harley’s hand presses harder, making me start to contract around him. He moans at the sudden action, staying in that pace. I feel my ecstasy start to build until seconds later, I’m continuously contracting around his length. The orgasm sparks my entire body. I’ve never felt this good while hating something just as much.
“Fuck, angel,” Harley moans before unraveling himself inside me. He coats my walls, making me clamp around him once more. Fuck, Winver…
His thrusts slow into a stop, still sunken into me.
“Did I say to stop swallowing, you worthless bitch?” Motley demandingly pants, reaching down and smacking my face. I swallow him down again and again as Motley and Weston both come undone at the same time. Motley’s warm liquid slides down my throat, giving me no choice but to continue swallowing.
“Keep that mouth wide open for me.” He pulls himself out, slapping his tip on my tongue, milking out whatever he has left. “Swallow it,” he commands.
I swallow down the salty mixture, letting out a gasp of air afterwards. Tears run down my face from his need to own my throat.
They both get off the bed, walking over to Harley who starts to pull out.
“Push it out, angel. Let’s see that cream pie.”
With one long push, I can feel him start to slide out of me. Motley then bends down and licks it all up, swallowing it.
Holy shit.
“Revenge with a hint of pleasure.” He licks his lips, looking at me as if he’s ready to feast on me like Harley did last night.
With their clothes now back on, Harley starts to uncuff my ankles. The relief I feel when I’m free pales in comparison to the release I experienced a few minutes ago. Motley and Weston untie my wrists and I lay there sprawled out. Sweat clings on my body like I just got done from a hardcore workout session. My whole body is exhausted and my mind is completely worn out.
Why did I even come here again? My mind starts to come foggy. I prop myself back up when I start feeling light headed. The guys must notice because they focus in on me.
“Guess we wore her out,” Motley calls out. All of them start laughing and suddenly I see six of them. My head sways side to side and their laughs start echoing all around me.
My head hits the pillow before I find myself closing my eyes, not being able to keep them open.