Chapter 9 - Lila
LILA
White Mask spins me around to face him, his hands going to the top of my flimsy corset. “These laces are in the way,” he growls, and with a sharp tug, he rips them open. The corset falls loose, and my small breasts spill out into the cold air, my nipples hardening instantly. “Fuck, look at you.”
Burlap Sack moves behind me, his hands sliding under my skirt, grabbing two handfuls of my bare ass. “No panties. You were hoping for this, you filthy little thing.” He spreads my cheeks, and a shudder wracks my whole body.
White Mask lowers his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak. I cry out, my head falling back against Burlap Sack’s shoulder. The sensation is blinding, a direct line of pleasure straight to my clit.
Black Mask watches for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushes my skirt up around my waist, exposing me entirely to the cool night air and their hungry eyes. He runs a single gloved finger through my slick folds, and I jerk against him.
“So wet for us already,” he murmurs, his voice full of dark approval. “You’re dripping fucking everywhere.” He pushes his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth and replaces his finger with his tongue, a long, slow, brutal lick from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit.
I scream.
A real, raw, unfiltered scream that gets swallowed by the corn. It’s not a scream of fear. It’s a scream of pure, shocking ecstasy.
His tongue is fucking genius, flat and broad, circling my clit before sucking it into the heat of his mouth. I buck against his face, but his hands are on my hips, holding me still for his feast.
White Mask is still working on my breasts, biting and sucking, marking me as theirs. Burlap Sack has one hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back, while the other hand slides around my hip, two fingers plunging deep inside my cunt without warning.
I gasp, my inner muscles clamping down on his invading fingers. “Fuck…”
“Such a tight, perfect fuckhole,” he rasps in my ear, crooking his fingers, finding a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “You’re gonna take all of us, aren’t you, prize? You’re gonna let us use your pretty little body until we’re done with you.”
“Yes,” I moan, the word ripped from me as Black Mask’s tongue flicks mercilessly fast over my clit. “Please, yes.”
White Mask releases my breast with a pop and grabs my hand, pressing it against the hard bulge in his pants. “Feel what you do to me, Lila. Feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy.”
I fumble with his belt buckle, my fingers clumsy with need. I get his jeans open, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, thick and veined and leaking. I wrap my hand around it, and he hisses, his hips jerking forward.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Get your hand on my fucking cock. Get it nice and wet for you.”
Black Mask stands up, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal. He unzips his own pants. “My turn.” He positions himself in front of me. “Open your mouth, fairy. I want to feel that pretty throat.”
As much as I want to, I told them this wouldn’t be easy, and what better time to run than when their pants are around their ankles?
I push White Mask with all the strength I can muster, and break out into a sprint, heart pounding, corset left in tatters, my bare breasts exposed as I run straight ahead into the corn away from them.