6. Chapter 6
Istood in the dim corner for a long moment, Danny's cum cooling on my thighs, the smile still pulling at my mouth. The chainsaw roar had faded, swallowed by the ambient screams and creaks of the haunt, but I could feel the night pressing in around me—the shift wasn’t over yet.
I walked back to my corner in the scare room and waited for the next customers.
"Still up."
The voice came from behind me, low and rough, and I knew it before I turned.
The devil stood in the shadows of a recessed doorway, his red mask catching the faint light, black horns curving against the dark.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an expression I couldn't read beneath the sculpted face.
"Shift's not over," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt.
"No." He pushed off the wall, took a step toward me. "It's not."
He stopped close enough that I could smell him—leather and sweat and something darker, something that made my stomach tighten. His hand came up, and I thought he was going to touch my face, but instead he caught a curl of my hair between his fingers, rubbed it once, and let it go.
"You been busy," he said. "The kid. The couple. The man with the saw." He tilted his head, the mask creaking faintly. "You collect them, or they collect you?"
"I don't know," I said, and it was the truth.
He laughed, a low sound that didn't reach his eyes. "That's the best answer you could give." He turned, walked past me, and I followed without deciding to. My feet moved on their own, like they belonged to someone else, as if the floor itself were pulling me after him.
He led me through a door I hadn't noticed before, hidden behind a curtain of black velvet. The room beyond was small and close, lit by a single bare bulb swinging slightly overhead. A metal shelf lined one wall, stacked with coils of rope and plastic sheeting.
He stopped in the middle of the room, turned to face me. The mask made him impossible to read, but his body was still—waiting, maybe. Watching me the way a cat watches a bird through a window.
He stepped closer, close enough that his jacket leather brushed my stomach. His hand came up, and this time he did touch my face—rough palm against my cheek, thumb dragging across my lower lip.
He pulled his hand away, and I heard footsteps in the hallway—heavy, measured, the squeak of a boot on a loose board. The door opened, and the chainsaw man stepped through, the plastic chainsaw hanging from one hand, his mask still covering everything but his mouth.
He looked at me standing there naked, then at the devil, and something passed between them—a nod, a shared understanding that I was only beginning to parse.
"She's ready," the devil said.
The chainsaw man set the saw down against the wall with a clatter.
He crossed the room, and I felt the heat of him before he touched me, the sheer size of him blocking out the light.
His hand found the back of my neck, fingers digging into the muscle there, and he pulled me close enough that I could feel the rough fabric of his work shirt against my nipples.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I did.
He pushed two fingers past my lips, thick and calloused, tasting of oil and salt. I sucked them, the way I'd sucked his cock earlier, and his eyes—the only part of him I could see—darkened with something sharp and hungry.
The devil moved behind me, and I felt his hands on my hips.
"You want this?" the devil asked, his voice right against my ear, his breath warm on my neck.
"Yes."
"Say it like you mean it."
"I want this. I want both of you."
"That's what I thought." He spun me around, pushed me down to my knees on the cold concrete.
I looked up at him, at the sculpted red mask, the black horns, and I could see the outline of his cock straining against the leather pants.
The chainsaw man stepped around to stand beside him, and I could see his too—the thick bulge, the silver ring I remembered pressing against my tongue.
"Show us what that mouth can do," the devil said.
I reached for him first, fumbling with the button of his leather pants, then the zipper.
He was hard already, and when I pulled him free, he was thick and dark, the head flushed, a bead of moisture at the slit.
I wrapped my hand around him, felt the pulse of his blood through the shaft, and leaned in.
I took the head into my mouth, tasted the salt of him, the musk of his skin. He groaned, a low sound that vibrated through his hips, and his hand came down to tangle in my hair, not pulling, just holding.
"That's it," he said. "Take it slow. Savor it."
I did. I licked along the underside of his cock, traced the vein with my tongue, felt him throb against my lips. I took him deeper, inch by inch, until the head pushed against the back of my throat, and I breathed through my nose, relaxed my jaw, took a little more.
"Good girl," he said, and the praise sent heat flooding through me.
I felt the chainsaw man move behind me, his knees hitting the concrete, his hands on my hips, pulling my ass up. His mouth found my pussy from behind, tongue flat against my clit, and I moaned around the devil's cock, the vibration making him curse.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Do that again."
I did, moaning as the chainsaw man's tongue pushed into me, lapping at the cum Danny had left inside me, cleaning me out. His stubble scraped against my inner thighs, rough and burning, and I gasped, losing my rhythm on the devil's cock.
He took control, his hand tightening in my hair, guiding my head up and down his shaft at his pace. I let him, focused on breathing through my nose, on the weight of him on my tongue, while the chainsaw man ate me from behind like I was the last meal he'd ever get.
"Switch," the devil said.
The chainsaw man pulled his mouth away, and I felt him shift around to the front, his cock bobbing in front of my face, the silver ring glinting in the bare bulb light. The devil moved behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his mouth finding my pussy, his tongue replacing the chainsaw man's.
I took the chainsaw man's cock into my mouth, the ring cold against my lips, and I sucked him the way I'd learned earlier—deep, messy, spit running down my chin. His hands found my head, cradling it, and he thrust gently into my throat, not forcing, just testing the depth.
I gagged, tears pricking at my eyes, and he pulled back, letting me breathe.
"Easy," he said. "We've got all night."
But the devil wasn't gentle. His tongue pushed into me, fucking me with it, and his fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my hips started to move on their own, grinding against his face.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice muffled against my skin.
"Yes," I gasped, pulling off the chainsaw man's cock. "God, yes."
He pulled his mouth away, and I felt him stand behind me, the heat of his body at my back.
"You're going to take us both," he said, and it wasn't a question. "At the same time. You're going to take his cock in your ass, and mine in your cunt, and you're going to take it until we both come."
My heart hammered. I'd never done that before—never had two men at once, never had anything in my ass. But my body was already responding, my pussy clenching at the thought, slick and ready.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please."
The chainsaw man pulled me up, turned me around, and bent me over the metal shelf. The edge bit into my hips, cold and hard. I felt the devil behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my pussy, and the chainsaw man in front of me, his hand guiding his cock to my mouth.
"Open," he said.
I opened, took him deep, and the devil pushed into me at the same time—slow, thick, filling me inch by inch until I was stuffed full of him, my cunt stretching around his cock. I moaned around the chainsaw man's shaft, and the vibration made the devil groan.
"Fuck, that's tight," he said. "You're squeezing me like a fist."
He started to move, slow, deep strokes that rocked me against the shelf. The chainsaw man moved with him, thrusting into my mouth in rhythm, and I was caught between them, a body used by both, filled in both holes, the sensation overwhelming.
"More," I gasped, pulling off the chainsaw man's cock. "Please, I need—"
"You need what?" the devil asked, his voice rough, his thrusts picking up speed.
"I need you both. I need to be filled. Please."
The chainsaw man stepped back, and I felt his fingers at my ass, slick with something—lube, from a bottle he must have pulled from his pocket. He rubbed it over my hole, pressed a finger inside, and I gasped at the intrusion, the unfamiliar stretch.
"Relax," he said. "Let me in."
I tried. I focused on the devil's cock inside me, on the rhythm of his thrusts, and let the chainsaw man work his finger deeper, then a second, stretching me, preparing me.
"That's it," he said. "You're taking it so well."
The devil pulled out, and I felt the loss immediately, empty and aching. But then the chainsaw man was behind me, his hands on my hips, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass, the silver ring cold.
"Breathe," he said.
I breathed. He pushed, slowly, and I felt the stretch, the burn, the impossible fullness of him entering me. I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the shelf, and he stopped, letting me adjust.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Yes," I gasped. "Keep going."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me, his hips against my ass. I felt so full, so completely stuffed, and then the devil stepped in front of me, his cock at my mouth again, and I took him without being asked.
He thrust into my throat as the chainsaw man started to move, slow strokes that rocked me forward. The two of them found a rhythm, the devil fucking my mouth while the chainsaw man fucked my ass, and I was nothing but a body between them, a vessel for their pleasure, and I loved it.
"You feel that?" the devil asked, his voice strained. "You feel him in your ass while I'm in your mouth? You're so fucking full."
I moaned around him, and he thrust deeper, his hand in my hair, holding me steady. The chainsaw man's pace quickened, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and I could feel the pleasure building in me, a strange, deep pressure that I'd never felt before.
"I'm close," the chainsaw man grunted. "Fuck, she's so tight."
"Not yet," the devil said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "I want her to come first."
He moved behind me, and I felt him press against my pussy, slick with my own arousal. He pushed in, and I cried out—the stretch of him alongside the chainsaw man, the two of them filling me completely, both cocks inside me at once.
"Oh god," I whimpered. "Oh god, oh god—"
"You can take it," the devil said. "You were made for this."
They started to move together, thrusting in and out of me in opposite rhythms, and the sensation was overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the two of them using my body in tandem. I felt like I was being split open, like I was nothing but a sheath for their cocks, and I loved every second of it.
The devil's hand found my clit, rubbing in tight circles, and I felt the pressure building, coiling in my belly like a spring.
"Come for us," he said. "Come on our cocks."
The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing through my body, my cunt clenching around the devil's cock, my ass tightening around the chainsaw man's.
I screamed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls, and I felt them both lose their rhythm, felt the chainsaw man's hips stutter as he came inside me, his cock pulsing, felt the devil's groan as he followed, flooding my pussy with his cum.
They stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard, and then they pulled out, one after the other. I felt their cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs, mixed with my own arousal, and I sagged against the shelf, barely able to stand.
The devil reached down, picked up my tank top, and handed it to me. I took it, my hands shaking, and pulled it over my head.
"You did good," he said. "Same time next weekend?"
“Yes,” I answered with cum dripping down my legs, and watched them walk out the door chatting and laughing as if this was just another day at work.
The door clicked shut behind them, and the sound was final in a way I hadn't expected.
pressed a hand against the metal shelf to steady myself, felt the cold bite of the edge against my palm.
My ass ached, a deep, unfamiliar soreness that pulsed with every heartbeat.
My pussy was raw, swollen, tender. I'd been split open, stuffed full, used by both of them in every hole they could find, and I'd loved every second of it.
That was the part I couldn't stop turning over.
I'd loved it. I'd begged for it. I'd come so hard I'd screamed, and they'd kept going, kept pushing, kept filling me until I was nothing but a body between them, a vessel for their pleasure.
And I loved knowing that I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.