Into The Night

34. Motley

THIRTY-FOUR

Initially when I saw her peacefully sleeping in my bed, my first thoughts were why my bed and why not with Weston, since she and him seem to be getting along just fine. I crawled into bed with her, though. If she wants to sleep with me, then I’ll gladly sleep right next to her. I was sound asleep until I heard my door open and close with her shadow lingering out.

Now awake, I tiptoe to my bedroom door, poking my head into the hallway to see her peeking in through Harley’s room. I can hear the sounds of his bed rattling followed by Harley and Weston’s moans. She doesn’t notice my shadow creeping up behind her, watching her breathing pick up. I can see the pulse on her neck accelerate as Harley is tongue deep in Weston’s ass.

“Fuck yeah, Harley, just like that,” Weston moans as he starts pumping his length with his hand, bent over the edge of the bed. Harley spits on Weston’s puckered hole before coming back up, now thrusting into him. I watch Winver cross her ankles, clenching her thighs as she starts getting more turned on, her attention solely on them.

I reach around, putting a hand over her mouth and causing her to jump in surprise. “Shhh. We don’t want to interrupt them now, do we?” I whisper into her ear as I start massaging the center of her cotton shorts up and down with my other hand.

“I…uhm. I was just…” she mumbles in my palm.

“Shhh. It’s okay. We can watch them, if you’d like.”

As my hand massages deeper by her entrance, I can feel her arousal leaking through her shorts. Our angel likes to watch. Naughty girl.

Harley now pushes Weston’s head down into the mattress, groaning with each forceful thrust he gives. “You take my cock like such a good boy,” Harley grunts out. Weston’s cries are muffled through the blankets. “Fuuckkk.”

I push her closer as she releases the softest of whimpers, sounding like pure heaven.

“Motley…” I hum into her neck. I kiss the sides of it, taking my palm away from her mouth as I wait for her to continue with what she was going to say.

“Take me back to your room,” she pants out. “Use me like Harley’s using Weston.”

The words she spills out only sends the blood rushing to my cock, swelling with need.

I grab her hand, taking her back to my room where I turn around and seal our lips together. Our lips are in harmony as I overpower hers.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed. I want you face down, ass up,” I growl, walking into the closet as I get what I need. Her pussy and ass are spread just for me. Making my way over to her, I stand at the edge of the bed just like Harley was.

I swipe my hand from her pussy up to her tight rim. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, angel?” She shakes her head, breathing fast. “I’m about to have you crying out for more,” I say as I insert my index finger slowly inside her puckered hole. I let her get used to the feeling before I start to twist my finger around, pumping in and out.

“Does that feel okay?” I ask, not waiting for her to answer as I slip in another finger.

“Ooh!” she gasps, feeling me stretch her wider now.

“You’re already doing so well, angel,” I praise.

Opening up the lube I grabbed from the closet, I pour it down her ass, coating my fingers with it as I pump in and out of her. She tenses up for a split second, feeling the cold liquid hit her warm body. Exiting out of her, I remove my boxers, springing out my aching dick.

I rub it up and down her ass, coating it with the lube.

“I need you to relax, angel,” I whisper as I slowly start to sink my tip into her. I groan from just how tight she feels, swallowing around my length.

“Oh my god!” she cries out, now starting to get stretched wider as I’m now all the way in.

“Relax,” I remind her.

After a few seconds, I can feel her starting to ease up, making it possible to slowly thrust in and out. I grip her ass spreading her wider, feeling her relax more and more with each thrust I give.

“That’s my good girl.”

I build up the pace, now going at a faster rate. She buries her face in the blankets, gripping the sheets around her. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she murmurs in the blanket.

I reach my hand around to massage her clit, wanting her to feel me everywhere. My balls ache and cock swells seeing her take my cock so well. Her head pops up from both sensations now starting to whimper and moan.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” I pant out, now starting to slam my body on hers faster.

Our bodies slap together, sweat now hangs onto me while sweat glistens on her back.

“I think… oh fuck… I’m going…oh my GOD!” she cries out, releasing all over my hand while her ass starts squeezing around me. My balls are coated in her fountain as they start to ache for a release.

I grip her air, pulling her head up. “Play with your clit while I fill your ass.” She reaches under, doing exactly what I instructed.

Just when I thought I could last a little longer, I’m shooting deep inside her.

“Fuckkkk!” I moan, releasing everything I have in me. Her body is shaking, my chest heaving. I pull out of her, spreading her ass wide to see me dripping down to her pussy, falling onto the sheets. I swipe up my cum with my index and middle finger, entering inside her pussy to claim that, too.

I wrap my hand around her locks of hair, snapping her head as back as it’ll go.

“Suck on us. Swallow what we created,” I say, shoving the two fingers inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls around like she’s tasting the most heavenly lollipop.

“Good fucking angel,” I praise some more.

As she’s still licking and sucking around my fingers, I peer over to the door noticing Harley watching us through the crack. I didn’t shut it all the way on purpose. I smirk at him, then peer back to Winver, taking my fingers out from her mouth.

“I’ve claimed your ass, throat, and pussy. What’s next, angel? You want me to claim you?” I look over to the door again, seeing that he’s now gone. I chuckle to myself, knowing that I made him jealous.

“Nobody claims me,” she breathes out. Releasing my hold around her hair, I go around to where I can see those big, brown eyes.

“Just because apologizes have been made and forgiven, doesn’t mean you’re free,” I warn. “If you think after all of this I’m going to let you go, you are highly mistaken.”

I wasn’t expecting to get woken up by the sounds of Harley and Weston. I wasn’t going to peek, either, but I let curiosity get the best of me and I can’t say I didn’t like it. I loved watching them and when Motley caught me, it added to the pool between my thighs. I was slightly embarrassed I got caught, but that quickly went away with the need for Motley to use me like Harley was using Weston. It was uncomfortable and slightly painful at first, but I couldn’t believe I was coming undone from anal. I didn’t even know that was possible.

I got woken up again this morning to Harley calling out that I had thirty minutes to get ready. Motley was already up by the time I was. Today is the big, full day of training and I can’t imagine what it could possibly be. Plus, from training with Weston yesterday and from the little anal experience I had, my body is sore, but I can’t let that wash over me. This all has to do with Axel and if he’s been here this whole time, our time is running out.

After our whole talk last night, Harley’s words seemed so sincere. I just don’t know if I’m making the right decision to trust them yet with each passing minute, I am. If they were all doing this just to turn on me, it would make no sense to train me.

I put my hair up in a ponytail, brushing out the ends when the same ghostly woman makes her appearance. She looks better than before, like nothing ever happened to her to begin with. Her arms are out by her sides, not hugging herself like she has been. She wears this look of calm to her, not crying or showing any signs of tears welling.

“Do you know how much you’ve helped?” she whispers.

“I guess?” I shrug.

“Listen to me,” she urges. “Do not let him get inside this.” She points to her head. “Whatever he tells you, do not get trapped.”

“I understand,” I whisper, watching her fade away.

I would never let him manipulate my mind ever again. Unless she’s talking about someone else? Either way, I won’t let anyone blindside me again. I know what love versus manipulation is. If Axel plans on trying to coo his way back into my mind with his sweet nothings he gave me before, he can kiss my ass.

“Let’s go!” Harley shouts from the living room.

I see all of them standing around. Harley and Motley both have duffle bags hanging over their shoulders while Weston holds a metal case.

“Where are we going?”

“To the Willow Mountains. If we train you here it could cause people in the area to hear and call someone.”

“What about Axel? He could be outside waiting for all we–”

“He’s not,” Motley interrupts. “We’ve already scanned the whole place on foot and checked the cameras.”

“We’ll be back sooner than later. Plus, we’ll need to be much more alert tonight,” Harley says, as he begins to leave with us following behind.

It’s the second week of haunted houses being open and I’ve only been to two so far. One of them ended up being more than just some silly haunted house, though. When this is all over, the first thing I’ll be doing is drowning myself with as many Halloween things and activities I possibly can. I’ve lost so much time!

Stepping out to the cool air, the dark clouds creep in from the west lets me know that we’re about to go through a storm soon.

An hour later we’re deep within the mountains that sits on the outskirts of Willow Creek. A faint path can be seen as I get out of the car. I make my way to start following along the trail when suddenly Motley grips my arm and yanks me back.

“Absolutely not,” he scowls.

Harley takes the lead as I’m placed behind him, while Motley and Weston walk behind us keeping me guarded in the middle. We get deeper into the forest until Harley and Motley agree upon a good enough spot to train. Motley takes off his duffle bag, unzipping it to reveal tomahawk axes similar to the one he held when I had gone to the haunted house after receiving the note.

“What are we training for, war?” I ask, looking at all the shiny axes just waiting to be used.

“We don’t know what he’s capable of or if he’s alone. We need all the help we can get and if that includes a blade, then so be it,” Motley shrugs.

Harley and Weston stand around, watching as Motley takes each one out. I swallow down the lump of fear. They all have a perfect opportunity to kill me right now. They could’ve killed you a long time ago…

“Okay, Motley!” I tighten my ponytail determined, “Show me your ways.”

Sweat coats my entire body, finishing up my ax training with Motley. We’ve been training for two hours and my whole body lays across the forest floor, exhausted. We started off with basic techniques, showing me where to put it across my waist with the belt and practicing taking it out in case I’m attacked. We did a lot of takes on drawing and pulling up with the pole side, learning how to quickly spin the head with a one-handed grip. After I got that down, we began some pole side drills hitting a tree diagonally then vertically, like I was going for the collarbones and a head of a person. Next, we trained on hitting the tree with the sharp end doing the same drill then learning on what would happen if it got stuck.

Once Motley thought I was ready, he made me run from one tree to the next “fighting” off each one as if my life depended on it. We did that one hundred and two fucking times, correcting me after each go around. We finished off by hitting a painted target we spray painted on the tree, needing to land in the middle fifty times before he allowed me to be done.

I get up so I’m now hunched over with my hands on my knees, sweat dripping down onto the forest floor. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath when Motley comes over, hunching over next to me. “Angel, I’m so fucking proud you. You’re ready for anything that happens.” His praise makes me breathe out a little smile.

“She’s not ready for anything. She still has another training session,” Harley spits back.

“But you did very well!” Weston encourages.

“Come on, angel. It’s already eleven o’clock and we’re running out of time. We’ll need to be back at the haunted house soon.” Unzipping his bags, Harley takes out some shooting targets and a staple gun, giving them to the others to go put up around the trees in front of us. He then unlatches the metal case Weston was carrying revealing two Glocks, but only taking one out along with the magazine.

“Alright, angel, make me proud.” He hands me the Glock patting my shoulder, then motions his hands at the targets Weston and Motley stapled who are now standing behind us. I look at the gun then back to Harley several times, not being able to wrap my brain around just how stupid he is.

“We drive all the way out here to take training seriously, just for you to hand me a gun I have zero knowledge over and basically say ‘have at it’?” He shoots up an eyebrow and crosses his arms.

“Start by pulling the slide back, this will put one in the chamber so you’re ready to go.” He motions the directions with his hands thankfully, or else I would’ve had no idea what he meant. Facing my body towards the trees of targets, I pull the slide back on the gun. I grip the handle of the gun with both hands then aim it at the target directly in front of me. Sliding my index finger down to the trigger, I focus in on the paper target. Closing my eyes taking a deep breath in, I slowly open them back up then squeeze the trigger on my exhale, letting out a big bang. My heart is hammering out of my chest as I bring the gun down to look at the target, noticing the bullet hole in the middle of it. I fucking did it…

Aiming towards the same target again, I fire off another bullet, hitting the middle again. A bit of confidence washes over me, now aiming towards the tree that sits a few feet farther back and fire off again. Headshot. I let myself have at it as I go from tree to tree, shooting each target. Fifteen rounds later, the magazine and chamber now empty, I drop the gun looking at all the targets I fired at. With only missing two, I’d say I did pretty good for never shooting a gun before. My ears kind of ring, but I got used to it after the fifth shot.

“Again,” Harley commands, giving me another magazine.

Hundreds of rounds later, ammo casings scatter all around me. The targets that have been stapled to the trees now hang on for dear life, completely torn up. Training might as well have been on my own. The only things Harley would say were praises or commanding me to go again. The other two just watched, not saying anything at all. The last fifty rounds Harley joined me, emptying out both of his magazines and reloading them quicker than I could empty out one.

“You did so good today, angel. I’m actually impressed.” He tucks his Glock in his pants behind his back.

“I’m impressed with myself, too. It’s not like you helped me or anything. This was my own doing.”

“I didn’t help you because there was no help to give. You figured it out…Good girl,” he whispers in my ear.

A tree branch cracks in the distance causing all of our heads to turn in that direction, remaining ever so still hoping to hear it again. There’s no way it could be Axel, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if he had been watching us this entire time from the moment we went outside. The beating in my chest quickens with slight adrenaline. If Axel did show up, this is the perfect time to kill him and I’m ready to kill that fucker. We hear it again, this time closer. Harley looks at all of us putting his finger up to his lips, signaling us to remain quiet. Seconds later, Harley charges where the noise is coming from, taking out his gun in the process. What he sees has himself relaxing, causing the rest of us to relax with him. “It was just an animal going back into its den. Badger, maybe?” He shrugs to himself then comes back over to us. I can’t help but feel a little dissatisfied that it wasn’t Axel and sure enough, Harley can see it plastered on my face.

He holds my face, slowly brushing his thumbs against my cheeks. “Don’t worry, angel. We’ll be killing him soon.” I place my hands on the top of his, looking him directly into those green eyes.

“We’ll all do our part in killing him. He’s wronged everyone.” A little smile appears for a few seconds before pulling away and looking at the guys who share the same facial expressions as me: slightly disappointed, but understanding that the time will come. Harley starts packing up, but I don’t want to leave. Not yet.

“Wait. I don’t want to leave just yet. Let’s play a game.” Weston’s face lights up as soon as he hears the word game. I knew I could rile Weston up, now I just need Motley and Harley to join.

“A game…What game did you have in mind?” I raise an eyebrow at Motley, placing a hand on my hip.

“Hide and seek.” Harley and Motley chuckle under their breath as Weston glows with excitement. “Okay, angel…we’ll play. But only you are the one hiding. The first one to find you gets you. And I mean…gets you.” I swallow down my nerves that are quickly replaced with a sense of arousal. Images flood my mind of what they did to me last time we were all together. Although things were a little bit different, this time it’s on my terms. Taking our minds off everything at least for a short amount of time won’t hurt. We need this. I need this.

“Fine. But I get five minutes.” Harley looks at his watch then looks at me with a sinister glow.

“Might want to go on and start running, angel. Your time has already started.”

My face drops, quickly turning around as I run deeper into the forest, never looking back.

After a few minutes, I turn to the right, spotting a huge pile of twigs and branches. Ripping away some of them, I start making my way into the middle of the pile, covering myself with the branches and twigs, trying to block out my blue shirt the best I can. Once I’ve hidden myself, I never break hold with the direction I came from, looking from side to side for one of the guys. The wind picks up, making the woods come to life. Trees start to dance and leaves begin to sing. Really, mother nature?

Harley creeps into my line of sight appearing to be walking straight towards me, making me hold my breath as I see him wear his white, plastic mask. He stops about fifty yards away and turns to his left, a little bit of a breath escapes my lips thinking he’ll start walking away. He pulls something out from his waistband. I squint my eyes to try to see better and I notice it’s his Glock. He lifts it up, pointing it toward the tree that stands a couple feet away from him then slowly starts to move and position it to the pile of twigs. The pile that I’m currently fucking in.

I quickly jump out of the pile about to run away when all of a sudden an arm reaches around my waist, pulling me in tight to him. Turning around, Motley smirks down at me with his mask also on.

“Found you, angel.” He licks the side of my neck up to my ear, giving me goosebumps. Harley and Weston now stand on either side of us. “We aren’t fucking here, are we?” I look around the woods with my eyebrows raised then to the guys.

“Of course I’m fucking you here,” Motley smirks, knowing that since he found me, he’s the one that gets me. My mouth springs open, but I can’t say I’m entirely surprised. “But we have an audience…” All the guys start laughing as Motley grabs my chin, tilting my head to look up at him. “Angel, they”re a part of the show. I’m just the one taking your pussy, not your throat this time,” he reminds me.

Motley begins taking my shirt and bra off, still wet from the training sessions. The cold breeze has a shiver running up and down my body while my nipples grow hard as well. Weston now walks up behind me, running his hands up and down my waist.

“Let us make you feel good, angel,” Motley says before our lips are locking. Weston leaves trails of kisses from my lower back all the way up to my neck, his hands coming around and playing with my nipples as he twists and pulls them softly. A whimper escapes my lips, but is swallowed down by Motley whose tongue now glides with mine. Harley comes up to me and slowly pulls down my leggings, kissing my mound and inner thighs before coming back up. Motley pulls away, throwing his shirt off over his head. I’m in the middle of Motley and Weston with Harley next to me.

“On your knees, angel.” Kneeling in the dirt, all three guys stand before me, their cocks now bulging through their jeans. I lick my lips eagerly, needing Motley inside me. Shedding his clothes and joining me on the ground, Motley gives me a quick kiss then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me on top of him as he hits the forest floor. Harley stands in front of me, unzipping his jeans only to take out his eager cock.

I feel a wet, warm, sensation gliding around my puckered hole, making me whimper in surprise. Turning my head to the side to see Weston licking me up. Motley’s tongue swirls around my nipples as his length, now out, starts to position to my entrance. I slowly sink myself on top of him. “Oh, fuck,” I moan out, closing my eyes.

Harley quickly grips my face, roughly pushing my head up to look at him. “Eyes on me, angel. Open that dirty fucking mouth for me.” I do as he commands, opening my mouth as wide as it’ll go. He spits in my mouth before he suddenly takes out his Glock, cocking it back and shoving it in my mouth. Weston’s cock starts entering my ass. With feelings of both pure bliss and fear, I try to pull away only to be held down by Motley and gripped by Weston. Harley lodges the gun deeper, making me gag.

“Take the gun like you took Motley last night,” Harley spits. Guess we both were being nosey.

Weston starts to thrust into my ass while Motley starts lifting up his hips, pumping inside me.

My moans are taken away by Harley who now starts working the gun in and out of my mouth like it’s his own cock. He starts stroking his length, titling his head back. “Fuck,” he growls.

Motley and Weston both match each other”s rhythm, their shared pace making me shutter. Harley takes the gun out my mouth and I immediately moan out, “Oh yes! Fuck yes!”

“Shut the fuck up, you dirty little slut,” Harley fires, shoving the gun to the back of my throat again.

Motley reaches down, giving my clit a pinch that makes my release start to work its way up faster now. “My pussy needs a release, doesn’t she?” Motley pants out, pinching it again.

I nod my head the best I can when he starts repeatedly flicking my clit hard, making me contract and release all on his cock. Harley pumps himself faster while Motley and Weston both grip my body as they pound into me.

Their moans start calling out, feeling them start to fill my holes. “Fuuckkkk,” Weston rasps.

“Oh shittt, yess. You feel so fucking good, angel,” Motley grinds out.

As the three of us come down from our pleasurable high, Harley takes the gun out of my mouth, replacing it with his cock as he starts shooting it out onto my tongue.

“Do. Not. Swallow,” he commands, milking out the rest of what he has left.

“Kiss me, angel,” Motley says, leaning up to me to take my lips as Harley’s cum spills into his mouth. Both of us mixing it back and forth to each other. Weston pulls down on my ponytail, releasing my lips from Motley. He kisses me, licking up the remaining cum from my mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Harley coos.

Weston pulls away from our kiss, swallowing down the lingering taste I had left.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Harley’s face turns white pushing out a breath before answering his phone.

“Boss.”

“What did you have in mind?” His voice grows dark.

“Five hundred thousand? Deal.” He hangs up the phone.

Harley’s green eyes that I once thought had life in them, those eyes I was starting to trust, turned nothing more than black. He just made a fucking deal with the devil.

“Your time is up, angel.”

I slowly blink awake, feeling my wrists and ankles tied tight and spread out. I become alert, noticing I’m on another wheel just like in the hotel when Axel sold my body to the highest bidder. Something scratches at my neck. Bending and moving my head around as best I can, I see a shimmer around my collarbones. I’m wearing the diamond necklace and a pair of heels with nothing else. My chest rises and falls quickly as I start trying to break free from the ropes. They’ve recreated my worst nightmare.

“Help!” I shout, only to have a man chuckling in the shadows.

“Hello, Winnie.” He appears in the light, showcasing that face I never wanted to see again. “I’ve missed you.”

“What do you want from me, Axel?” I grit my teeth together, my knuckles turning white as I fist my hands.

“Actually, it’s Ian.” His eyes shine with amusement.

Why does that name sound so familiar?

Ansley…

“Ian?” He hums in agreement. “How did you escape? I locked you up. I had my father make sure of it.”

“Your father might’ve locked me up, but he isn’t innocent in all of this.”

I’m taken back from his statement, not believing for a second that my father would play any part in his sick games.

“I don’t believe you.”

“No? Might want to check who the owner of the fucking hotel is now.”

“What…”

“Your daddy also seems to like his money. So much that he made a deal with me for my release if he continued operations at the hotel.”

“No…” I say, feeling my tears well up in my eyes.

“Oh, yes. He also figured out that you really could be the face of the hotel again,” he starts laughing. “Both you and Mommy are about to make us a lot of money, but I’ll forever be the owner of you,” he growls.

“You won’t ever fucking own me,” I spit back.

“I lost a lot because of you, Winnie. It’s time to pay up once and for all.”

“So what? You turn three innocent guys into your working puppets, stalking me, all while you do the same?”

“They aren’t innocent either, baby,” he chuckles as three shadows spill into the room, faintly seeing their white masks.

“What are you–”

“As you may know,” Axel interrupts, “haunted houses aren’t open year-round. This off-season of theirs will cater towards the height of mine. Your daddy and I are opening up another location with some new partners. Tell her, Harley.”

No, no, no….

Harley makes his way up to the wheel, looking at me with those evil, green eyes. The tears start pouring down my face. I’m looking at the man who has just as much of a dark soul as Axel.

“Hi, angel,” he coos. “It’s weird to have a three-story building and only occupy two, don’t you think?”

My blood turns to ice.

No.

There’s no fucking way.

“Hu-huh?” My whole body shakes.

“You’ll be making all of us money. You”ll be the star, the diamond that you’ve always been,” he says, stroking my necklace. He starts taking out the familiar syringe. “You’ll never get freed from any of us, angel,” he says, holding up the syringe. Axel starts to chuckle, watching this unfold. “And I mean, us,” he says, stabbing Axel in the neck as he releases the toxins into his veins.

What. The. Fuck.

Axel steps back, holding his hand up to his neck while Motley and Weston come up from behind him, holding him down so he can’t move. Axel’s body starts to relax from the drug as the guys start to bring him down to the ground, laying him on his back. Harley starts untying my wrists and ankles, helping me step down from the wheel. “You are ours, angel,” Harley says with devotion, looking me in the eyes. “No one stakes a claim on you except for us. Now, show him who our angel really is.”

I look at the man that caused me pain and torment. I hover over Axel standing tall, looking at the pathetic, worthless man he is. The man who thought he could win.

“This looks familiar, doesn’t it?” I muse, stabbing his hand with my heel. He screams out, starting to fade out of consciousness.

“Let me reintroduce myself,” I say, stabbing his other hand with my heel. “I’m the Angel who can’t be clipped of her wings.” I bend down, spitting on his face.

“But you”re the man who’s going to regret ever trying to clip our lives.”