Chapter 28
Indy
His suit feels warm against my chilled skin. And like a hot cup of coffee on an Autumn day, I drink in his warmth. Our walk was spent in silence, unspoken promises of forever, and voiceless confirmations that this is the right choice. Our choice.
My boots feel heavy against the damp dirt, each step solidifying my choice.
The stage comes into view just moments later, looming over us like an omen.
Lasers flash red, their pulse irregular against the deep sounds of bass pulsing through the crowd of partiers taking in the last set.
They’re covered in blood, a flurry of costumes dancing under the full moon like a wicked seance.
A girl wearing fishnets and platforms prances into view, her skin is slick with blood, glitter clinging to the cracked crimson like a macabre constellation.
“Doctor! Sir! Everything is ready for you.” Her eyes snap to me, and she immediately drops to a curtsey. Gripping her rainbow tutu like she’s bowing to a queen. I blush on instinct, not used to that type of attention.
“Thank you, Mortella.” The Doctor’s voice drips over me like warm honey, and all sense of control starts to escape me. His voice is like an aphrodisiac, bringing me to my knees with each syllable. “You’re free to go; I can take over from here.”
Heat floods my body, but his words cause my skin to pebble. My curiosity is at an all-time high, and I can’t keep up.
I turn to my masked man, not expecting to see him standing there with a palm open. A piece of fabric lies against the worn leather, threatening to spill through his fingertips. I reach out and touch it, feeling its softness against my skin.
“Turn around,” his smoky voice commands.
I turn away from him and scan the crowd. We’re at the base of the stage, the stairs just feet away from us. I wonder what he has planned for me?
His hands linger as he ties the fabric around my eyes, blacking out my sight completely. I’m floating in a dark abyss, unprepared for what's coming next, and that makes my thighs slick.
My core burns as he places his hand against the back of my neck, leading me to what I assume is the stage.
Music thumps around us, the sound of Escape by ILLENIUM making the moment even more euphoric.
He squeezes the back of my neck, his touch commanding yet comforting. My heart pounds, my thighs clenching to relieve some of the pressure building there. I take a large step, my boots clinking against the metal under me.
Clink, clink, clink, clink.
There’s a total of eight steps; the last one creaks loudly, causing my heart to sputter. It’s hard to trust your steps when you can’t see what’s happening under you.
Ten steps and another squeeze on the back of my neck, we stop again. I hear hushed murmurs floating through the air. The sounds confirm my suspicions. I’m on the stage now.
“Hallow Lands,” The Doctor’s voice booms over the crowd, radiating from the speakers. “Welcome to the Hallow Rite. A night we can fully take control of ourselves and be free.”
The crowd whoops, their voices loud and full of energy; a feral buzz ripping through the night like a fever.
“And tonight, I have a very special show for you.” Roars echo through the woods, so loud I can hear it shaking the metal hanging above me.
A pause, electricity cracks through the air, fueling the crowd.
“Are you ready to worship?” He yells into the crowd.
His voice is like a war leader’s; strong, unyielding, and it brings me to my knees.
I can’t see what’s happening, but I can feel him walking around me, the heavy gait of his boots shifting the floor under me.
The crowd is loud, their yells trumping the hypnotic sounds of Witch Doctor by ATLiens radiating around us.
“Are you ready, little raver?” He breathes onto my neck. A line of goosebumps pebbles across my skin, my body becoming a live wire under his whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, my confirmation sealing my fate.
The world spins, his strong arms pushing me over something. My body turns hot, and the feeling of the crowd’s eyes burning into me causes my stomach to tighten.
His large hand runs down the center of my back. His touch is light but demanding, and fuck, I’m doing everything I can to stay upright.
Cold air rushes my ass, a slight breeze causing my pussy to throb. Did he just?
His hand smoothes my dress away, leaving me bare to him. To the audience.
Thoughts of what’s next flood my mind. I’ve always read about exhibitionism in those dirty monster books I read, but experiencing it? Experiencing it… especially when blindfolded, is something completely different.
I’m on display for the whole audience. Just a girl, dressed like a goddess, hoping she’s about to be worshipped.
Going commando tonight might have been the wrong decision. But also, let’s be real, there’s nothing more freeing than going without.
My pulse races, my need to feel him inside me overcoming all logical thoughts. Is it wrong? Probably. But fuck it, I’ll only live once anyway.
I feel his hands cupping my ass, giving it a slight jiggle before spreading me wide.
“Fuck yeah.” Someone from the crowd yells, making my cheeks turn red.
Rough leather rubs against my center, my slickness becoming apparent as he works little circles around me.
A soft moan escapes my lips, the noise sounding louder than I meant. The crowd groans in response, and I begin to wonder how they heard me.
I wish I could see their eyes as they drink me in, watching as The Doctor plays with me. I feel more beautiful than I think I ever have, at the complete mercy of the masked man behind me.
His fingers push into me, breaching my core and taking the wind out of my lungs in the same breath. My chest heaves as he works me from the inside, finding that sweet little spot that feels so fucking good.
My moans become fevered. My mind becomes mush, like I’m floating in space. Hands grip my shoulder, pulling me up straight. He turns me and grabs my hips, lifting me so I’m sitting on something.
I wait for what feels like an eternity, but it’s probably only seconds before his touch returns. The rough leather has been replaced with corded fabric; it feels like rope but is softer.
I lean back on my elbows as he wraps it around my thighs, pinning my calves to them, creating a V shape. Minutes pass in silence as pressure blooms in my legs.
It feels like a hand holding you down when you’re ready to spring to your feet. Not hard, not heavy, but rather… Clinical. Like he’s done this a thousand times before. My pussy throbs.
“Please,” I whisper to him, to the audience, I’m not sure. “More.”
I hear a deep chuckle and smile.
“Our little deathbringer wants more. Should we give it to her?” The crowd cheers, their energy seeping into this moment like a ritual.
And I know it is.
The Hallow Rite is my ritual.
My cure.
And I plan on soaking up this moment like a goddess would.