Chapter Ten

Lily

Tonight is officially Halloween. North told me earlier to enjoy the spooky vibes, because come morning, the entire town will be packed up as if nothing ever happened, and the town square will be ready for the cook-off. Apparently, a lady named Anabelle wins the bake-off every year with her famous blueberry pie, and Samuel and Joel go head-to-head with their smoked meat. If I'm being honest, I'm excited to buy some of the food, which they sell at the end of every day after the judges get their portion.

As I walk through the town square, I see kids trick-or-treating. I managed to find a set of angel wings at the thrift store, and I knew they would go perfectly with the sexy little white dress I'm rocking that I bought ages ago to wear to a sorority party.

"Lily," a voice calls from behind, and I turn to see a short woman chasing me. She stops next to me and puts her hands on her knees. "You're fast for a woman in heels."

I smile at her. She looks like she dressed up as Mrs. Potts from Beauty and the Beast . "Sorry, I didn't hear you until just now."

"That's okay, I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. I'm Mrs. Morgan, and my husband is the mayor. We wanted to ask if you'd like to be a judge at the upcoming cook-off. We took a vote at the town meeting, and everyone thinks you would be perfect. You have no history with the winners and would be a fresh slate."

"Oh, I would love to," I reply. Since I plan on staying, I should get a little more involved. "And there was a town meeting?"

"Yes, dear. We have them on the last Monday of every month. Everyone is welcome to attend. My grandson Tom was supposed to invite you along. I guess the boy forgot."

"I guess so. What do I need to do to be a judge?"

"Oh, that's easy. Every night this week at six, the judges sample each entrant's food and give it a score. Then on Saturday the top three in each category battle it out and winners are announced."

"I can do that, Mrs. Morgan. I will see you tomorrow night."

She smiles and waves at me as I wander off around the town square. I watch the children run around to each stall, while parents chase some of the smaller children through the mazes. I really love how they have everything set up here; there's an overwhelming sense of community spirit.

The line to the cotton candy has gone down and I quickly join the end. A group of high school aged girls are huddled in front of me, and I can't help but overhear their conversation.

"Come on, Betty. We all signed up for the hide-and-seek. Rumor has it that Harlen will be one of those seeking tonight, and how hot is he?!"

"Seriously, Melody, you really think someone like Harlen would want a high school girl?"

"You know they're all together, right? They don't even like girls."

"My mom told my aunt they only want one girl to, you know, share. Could you imagine being the meat in that man sandwich?"

"Don't be a wuss. We are finally old enough to go this year. Someone should ask Michael to meet us at eight—the line will be too long if we wait."

The girls keep arguing about this hide-and-seek game, and I wonder if I should go. Hopefully, my masked man will be there—he was the first time. Once I get my cotton candy, I move away and pull out my phone. Seeing I have unread messages from Zoe and Charles on my social media, I open Zoe's first.

Thanksgiving, have a bed ready. I'm coming to visit.

Excitement fills my soul. I've missed my best friend so much. She was the only good thing in my life for such a long time. She was the only person to befriend the new girl, even if she was a nerd.

Squee! Can't wait to show you around.

My stomach churns as I open the message from Charles. I know I should block him, but deep down, I want him to see how happy I am now.

Didn't take you long to move on. Please talk to me, I want to say sorry.

Anger takes over, and I furiously type back a response.

What I do is none of your business. Please stop, or I will be forced to block you.

Apart from those two sentences, I stop responding. He can't force me to do anything I don't want to do, just like I couldn't make him do what he didn't want to do, but at the very least, I won't plaster it over social media for all our friends to see.

With nothing left to do in the town square, I head toward the old hospital where the hide-and-seek is going to happen. Let's hope my masked man is watching and gives me one last night to remember. With Halloween officially over tomorrow, I know this will be the last chance where the masks will not look out of place. Who knows? Maybe next year they will pick up where they left off. A girl can only dream.

A young girl sits at the sign-up table and smiles warmly as I approach.

"Welcome to the biggest game of hide-and-seek. If you signed up to seek, you will need to head to the other table."

"Um, I would like to hide," I tell her.

"That is amazing. Write your name on the sheet, then you have five minutes to hide before we let in the seekers. You can hide inside on the lower level of the building, or out through the cemetery if you dare, just stay inside the marked-off areas. Once you've been found, you are to come back out and mark your name off. If you are not found within twenty minutes, a siren will sound, and you can come out of hiding. If there is more than one person not found, you will be eligible to go into the final round and be in the running for the grand prize, which is a thousand dollars in cash, a dinner for two at Elsie's in Willow Grove, and a night at the Firefly Inn."

I scribble my name on the sheet as she hands me a wrist band and tells me to line up at the doorway with the others. I see the girls from earlier, and they watch me and whisper as I approach.

"Okay, everybody, we have our first hiders. We will let them in, and they get five minutes to hide. Then they'll hear this sound," an older man says, hitting a horn which blares so loudly my ears ring. "Once that siren goes, the seekers will enter. They have twenty minutes to find you all. When you hear the siren again, if you are not found, please come out and get your name marked off so we can start the second round. Good luck. "

We are all let through, and the girls giggle and run ahead, leaving me. Instantly I can feel eyes on me. At first, I wonder if it's just my mind playing tricks, like last time in the hall with all the cloaked figures where one jumped out. Moving into the building and through the maze of rooms, I look for somewhere to hide. I walk into a room filled with hay bales and large pumpkins carved to look scary. I'm hunting around to find the perfect spot when the horn blares—shit, I ran out of time. There is a small gap between a hay bale and the wall, so I wedge my body in there nice and tight. The wait has my heartbeat picking up at the sound of footsteps and screams, and after a few minutes the door opens and I wiggle myself down as flat as possible, except I hear the door lock engage. Moving so I can peek over the hay bale, I glimpse two masked men standing by the door before I duck down.

"Were you waiting for us, baby?" The husky voice comes from much closer now, and like an idiot, I squeak and drop down further. "How about we play a game? You run, and if we catch you, we'll fill both your holes."

"What happens if I don't get caught?" I whimper from behind the safety of the hay bail.

"We know where you live, and your ass is safe."

The thrill of excitement makes me want to be caught. I have been preparing myself for this, wanting to take two of them at the same time. Thankfully, after I told Zoe what happened with Charles, she went on a sex toy shopping spree for me—that girl is a huge advocate for self-care. Billy the butt plug was a gift that keeps on giving .

They locked the door behind them, so it means the only exit is the secondary door. I pop up and sprint toward it.

"Catch me if you can," I say as I twist the handle and run through.

The adjoining room leads out into a maze with walls at least eight feet tall and made from hay bales. I twist and weave through them, but it's so dark in here. I hit a dead end and turn back, making it just in time to hit another part of the maze and run for cover. Footsteps fall close behind me and drive me further into the maze. Pushing myself to go faster, I run out into an open area. There I stumble across a zombie-looking scarecrow, and I set the light effects off. Its spooky laughter echoes all around me, then my gaze snags on one of the masked men as he steps out from the path I just came from. I back up as he gets closer until I hit a wall of muscle, and an arm wraps around me.

"Found you," he rasps in my ear. "Now be a good girl and close your eyes."

My eyes clamp shut, and I feel him tie a blindfold around my head. The second body comes closer, and his hands fall to my waist. He lifts me and throws me over his shoulder like I'm a rag doll, his hand coming down hard on my ass.

They walk in silence, and while I know I could fight and pretend I don't want to be here, who am I kidding? The chase is fun, but being caught is even better. I'm here for whatever they have planned—even if I'm a little bummed there are only two of them tonight .

The siren goes off and I panic. They will come looking and find me like this. As I try to slide down from his body, I realize it's one thing to do this when no one else knows, but if the town finds out, I would be shunned. I don't want to move again—I like it here. In the time I've been here, I've made friends, and now I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.

"I have to sign off that I'm out. Let me go."

The man beside me chuckles. "No one is looking for you, Lily. Not a single soul. You could vanish and there would be no trace of you here tonight."

"You don't understand," I say as I'm set down on my feet and the sound of a door locking comes from behind me. "I wrote my name on the sheet."

"I took care of it. Now stop talking or I will fill your mouth with my cock." His voice sends a shiver down my spine as fingers grip my dress and hike it up around my waist. "Tell me you went bare under here for me, baby."

At my subtle nod, he groans and runs a finger along my slit, parting my lips as a second body steps up behind me and kisses my shoulder. I gasp—they have their masks off. I could remove the blindfold so easily and see who they are, but then the illusion of this would be gone. One of my shoulder straps falls, and then a hand does the same to the other side. It releases my breasts, and the entire dress is now bunched around my middle. The angel wings are long gone, left in the room where I was hiding.

"We're going to fuck you at the same time and fill you so good you will remember this night forever."

My body trembles under their touch. One pushes his fingers inside me, curling them just right, and every time he slides across my G-spot, my body spasms involuntarily. The other places featherlight kisses on my neck, while rolling my nipples between the pads of his fingers.

The intense pleasure of my G-spot being stimulated has my knees buckling. My body falls forward, and I use the solid wall of man fingering me to hold myself upright as my orgasm hits like a freight train at full speed.

Having my eyes blindfolded heightens every touch, along with every sound. Giving myself to these strangers has been a thrilling experience. I'm trusting people I don't know with my body, yet never once have I felt unsafe. A tear prickles in my eye when I realize these strangers respect my need to explore what I like, but my boyfriend of a year wouldn't even consider it.

A cap opens, and the distinct sound of liquid squirting has my temperature rising. The anticipation of experiencing two men at once has my core wanting more.

"Don't be scared. If it's too much, just say stop."

"Okay, but please don't stop. I want this."

The cold liquid is smeared down my crack and two fingers press against my ass. The man behind me grips my hip firmly with his free hand as he slowly pushes into my tight hole with his lubed digits. Initially, everything in me screams that this feels wrong, but the man in front circles my clit and my body gradually relaxes. As the fingers at the back move faster, a third is added to stretch me out, and my clit is worked with more speed and pressure. My second orgasm isn't as intense, but hits quickly, and my legs still give out. The man in front of me catches me, lifting me up.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

I do what he asks, and the man behind me squirts the lube again. This time he must rub it on himself, though I tense when I feel the man in front of me move his hands to the sides of my ass cheeks and spreads them as the man behind me rubs his cock along my crack.

"Just breathe," he rasps, and my body tingles from the sound of his husky voice. The head of the other man's cock pushes against my ass. He goes slow, and it burns, but not as much as I expected. It could be because he primed me well with his fingers, and I'm no stranger to a butt plug. As he pushes past the ring of muscles, I breathe and try not to tense.

"Look at you taking his cock in your ass. You are so perfect, baby."

The men sandwich me between them. Their hands shift so the one behind me is now holding my ass, and the other my legs. They move me up and down, making sure I'm well and truly ready to take them both. I throw one arm over the man behind me and use the other to find the massive cock pressed between me and the man in front, and I guide it toward my pussy. When the head is in, I move my hand up to his shoulder and wait as he slowly pushes himself in, inch by inch. I'm so full I don't know how I can take any more, but the second they move, my body thrashes.

"Oh fuck! I feel like you're both in my stomach. Yes!"

We all fall into a rhythm, and my cries of pleasure are louder than any I have ever made. We are a mess of hands and sweat. I soon forget about the fullness, and as we all move as one, my body becomes lost to the multitude of sensations. The feeling of both their cocks moving at the same pace, the stubble of one of their faces pressed against mine, the breath of the man behind me as he leans over my shoulder and gently blows against my nipple.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," I gasp out between my panting breaths as every nerve ending in my body is ready to fire.

Both men pick up their pace. My head falls back, and my muscles clamp down around them. I scream through my release as my entire body jerks and trembles uncontrollably. The man behind me digs his fingers into my butt cheek so hard I will have crescent-shaped bruises tomorrow. He grunts and stills as his cock pulses in my ass, and after a few moments, he steps back, slowly removing himself. But he doesn't walk away like I expect. Instead, he pulls me so my back rests against his front and his arms are wrapped underneath mine.

"Holy fuck," I whimper out as the movement starts again. My entire body is spent.

"Your cunt looks perfect milking my cock, strangling it."

The man still sheathed in me thrusts deep, my lifeless body taking everything he gives to me. "Touch yourself," he demands.

"I can't," I mumble.

"I can fuck all night, baby. One more orgasm and I will let you finish."

I muster up enough energy to do as he asks, sliding my shaky fingers down my stomach until I find my clit and slowly circle it, sending a shock wave of pleasure shooting through me. It's almost too painful to continue.

"What a good fucking girl, touching yourself for me. Wet your fingers some more and slide them in with my cock."

He stops thrusting, and I move my hand downward. My fingers touch the base of his cock, and a deep rumble from his throat spurs me on. I push my fingers inside myself, rubbing them against his cock and then slide them back out slowly, moving my juices up my pussy, and working myself closer to another orgasm. I move my fingers at the same pace he thrusts, and I whimper as I feel another orgasm building.

"Don't stop," he growls. "You're so close. Let your little cunt strangle me."

With the sound of his voice and those sinful words, my pussy walls spasm and clamp down around him. My voice is now hoarse, but I strangle out one last scream of pleasure as my back arches and I go limp in their arms. If there is such a thing as death via orgasm, this would be how I want to die—flushed, sweaty, and sated.

Passing out in their arms is becoming a habit. I don't know if I could walk even if I wanted to. Let them kill me now—at least I would go out happy. My eyes are heavy as I'm passed to the other man and cradled in his arms.

"Shhh. Sleep, baby. I will take care of you." It is the last thing I hear before I am completely pulled under.