Chapter 3
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The Hide and Seek Song - Headquarters Music
I reel back. It’s the woman.
“I…I’m sorry.” I gasp for breath. “I’ll get back on the main path.” I whirl to keep both of them in my vision.
Neither responds. Their presence is stifling, and I feel like I have to say something, but I don’t know what.
“I didn’t mean to!” I bite out. “You weren’t supposed to touch me. It’s against the rules.”
Emotions bubble up in me, but I can’t tell which ones. All I know is my body is buzzing, and my chest feels like it’s in my throat, and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it.
I take a step back, trying to get a breath.
The woman chuckles. “You hear that? I broke the rules.”
The man says nothing.
I have to get out of here. “I’m going.”
“Rules, rules, rules.” The woman follows me calmly. “Don’t you get bored following the rules all the time?”
All the emotions bubble in my throat. I want to laugh. I need the feelings to get out.
“Run, pretty little thing.”
I do. This time, I don’t make it far. The man heads me off. As I move to get away from him, arms wrap around me from behind, and suddenly, I’m flying towards the ground. I try to catch myself but land on the ground, my whole right side skidding against the dirt.
The woman is on top of me in an instant, pinning my arms above my head. She fixes her eyes on mine, and this time, they look dead. “Shhh. You know you can’t get away from me, right?”
I buck up, trying to knock her off. Her eyes crinkle at the edges. She’s…smiling.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
The woman pins both of my wrists in one of hers and traces the other hand down my face.
“Get off me!”
The woman’s voice is husky now. “Bet a cute little thing like you would look so good coming around my fingers.”
I freeze, then panic runs through me. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“No, I’m not gay.” I struggle for real, but the woman’s weight on me is solid. She presses me into the dirt, her ass sitting over my crotch, then runs her nose along my neck. “Mmmm.” She darts her tongue out, licking up my sweat. “You taste so good when you’re afraid.” Her vest rubs against my chest.
The man stands, watching us. He does nothing.
“Please, help,” I plea.
“Help!” The woman laughs. The sound is rich and settles around us like a blanket. “What do you need help with, darling? I’m right here.”
With one clean yank, the woman rips my top off. Immediately, I’m bared to her. I don’t wear bras, and I regret it now.
“Stop,” I whisper.
The woman locks her gaze on me. I can’t tell what she’s thinking. She just hovers over me, with her toned body poised to strike.
Silent. Expressionless.
All of the emotions in my throat bubble over, and a tear slips out of my eye.
The woman watches it trace down my cheek. When she looks at me again, she cocks her head. “Crying?”
“I don’t…please, let me go.”
She blinks slowly. “I love bringing people to their knees.”
I can’t stop the second tear. It rolls down my face, all of the fear and panic escaping in an overwhelming little drop of liquid.
The woman makes a frustrated sound, then pinches my nipple.
Immediately, the sensation shoots through my body. I arch my back, trying to get away from it. She rolls the bud in her fingers, more gently, soothing.
My cheeks burn as a forbidden sensation runs through me. A stranger is touching my nipples. A woman . This is wrong. So wrong.
I squirm again.
The woman tsks, reaching back to her belt and pulling out something that clinks. Before I can get a good look, she whips them up to my hands, and I feel something cool lock around my wrist.
Handcuffs.
I want to scream, but I can’t. The words are locked in my body. The woman has my other wrist locked quickly. I yank back, but they’re stuck around the corn stalks.
“You going to beg, little deer?” The woman throws me a dark look, then untucks the bottom of her mask. She dives down, and I feel a wet mouth on my nipple. She bites me, making me cry out. Immediately, her tongue soothes the sting, making lapping motions.
“Such pretty tits. You should show them off more.”
“I—please, I’m not gay.”
My nipples are hard as stone. All I can see is the top of the woman’s stunning face. When she turns her dark eyes up on me, I look away.
My pants are yanked down, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
The woman sucks in a breath. I feel the air on my wet pussy.
“Look at me.”
I don’t.
A painful shock radiates from my pussy, and I snap my eyes open. Her hand is poised over me like she just hit me.
The woman watches me. “Obey.”
No! No, no, no. I struggle again, kicking out at her. But she’s between my legs, and getting any power to my kicks is hard. She's so close.
The woman’s eyes crinkle. She’s smiling again. Then she lifts her mask from the bottom, and a hot mouth closes over my pussy.
I cry out, arching my back. The flat of her tongue lands on my clit, softly moving up and down, up and down.
“No, please.” The handcuffs cut into my wrists, shooting pain through me.
The woman’s hands grip my asscheeks, yanking me up into her mouth.
Goosebumps run across my body against my will.
The woman continues her steady assault on my clit, not pressing too hard, just enough to flick a steady sensation into me. She watches me the whole time, pupils blown, dark lashes swooping. I can’t look at her.
Pleasure fills me, but I try to fight it down. This is wrong. This is so wrong.
I struggle weakly.
The woman moves her chin up just enough to slip a finger inside me. Despite myself, I let out a gasp. She slips inside me so easily. My cheeks burn. Softly, she moves that finger up and down, hitting a spot in me that makes pleasure course through me.
This time, I can’t keep a full moan from escaping my mouth. I throw my head back, clenching my teeth.
Suddenly, the woman eats me enthusiastically, licking and slurping like she’s starving for me. Immediate sensation washes through me, and she continues to play with her finger. The pleasure is building higher.
Then, the woman stops.
I pant, looking down.
The man is behind the woman. He has his hands on her hips and is looking at us with dark voids for eyes.
The woman glances behind her as the man grips something on the woman’s thigh.
Her gun.
She stiffens as the man holds the gun up to the faint light.
“Don’t you dare,” the woman growls.
The man just chuckles, racking the slide back with a mean snick. Something hard falls into the dirt by my face.
Oh fuck. It’s a bullet. A real bullet.
It’s a real gun.
I struggle for real, kicking and fighting and bucking with everything I have.
The woman pins down my hips. “I’m not done with you yet. You haven’t prayed to your goddess.”
Immediately, she puts her mouth back on my pussy.
Fear and adrenaline radiate through me. My hands are stuck, my hips are stuck, and that horrible, awful pleasure is back.
The woman grunts into me, and I snap my gaze to the man behind her. He makes eye contact with me and then winks. I’m shifted enough that I can see he’s messing with her. With the other hand, he runs the gun up and down her back, pointing it at me.
The woman groans again, her eyes glazed over. She glances at me, then her eyes darken. “No.” She yanks her hand out of my pussy to slap it.
I cry out.
“Don’t fucking look at him. Look at me while I make you come.”
Pain shoots through me, but the woman immediately laps it away. She eats me like she owns me. Like my body was meant for her mouth and fingers, and she’ll wring every ounce of pleasure from me that I have.
I feel my orgasm building. The feeling is so powerful and compelling. I fight with it, with her, but there’s nowhere for me to go. It’s like the woman can sense that I’m getting close, too. She maintains the same pressure and rhythm, fucking the hell out of my clit until I’m wound tight.
The woman’s face slams into me with a little extra power as she’s shoved from behind, and that pushes me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me with blinding intensity and washes over my entire body. My muscles lock up, my toes curl, and all the pressure from earlier comes rushing out of me.
I want to scream, but I’m silent. I’m locked there, everything forced out of my muscles as the woman continues her assault on my clit.
My world grows fuzzy as I come down off the high. I can feel the dopamine flooding my system as it mixes with the stress. My muscles go limp.
Vaguely, I hear the woman moan and cuss. I blink slowly. A shadow moves above me.
“Such a good thing for me.” A tickle of hair brushes the side of my face, and I look over. The woman is leaning over me, and one of her braids has fallen down. And past her, I see dark roots and dirt and…
I focus closer.
A tiny little mouse skull. It’s weathered and dirty from the elements, but the brown and white bone peeks out at me all alone.
“There. Be free, bambi.”
Suddenly, my hands are loose. I yank them down over my head. They’re numb.
I watch the woman, who turns to the silent man. “Give me my gun.”
He says nothing.
Her voice lowers. “I’ll kill you, Manson, and I’ll get off doing it. Wouldn’t want me to get off without you, now would you?”
I scoot up, feeling flooding back into my arms. I’m still overwhelmed with the looseness from the orgasm, but I know I need to move.
I inch back, seeing if either one will pay attention to me. They’re still facing each other. Now’s my chance.
I grab the mouse skull and run.