Chapter 4

Heather

My breath saws in and out of my lungs and my thighs burn as I push my body faster than it's ever gone before. I crest a hill and glimpse faint light over the tops of the corn before plunging into darkness as I rush down the slope. Stinging lines form on my face as I whip through the leaves, but none as deep as the cut on my cheek. Fresh blood oozes down my face and drips onto my sweater as I force my legs to move faster.

My nipples ache from the first scarecrow's rough manhandling, but no matter how my body came alive under his touch, fear pushes me forward.

I don't know what's in front of me. All I care about is getting away from the creatures behind me. They terrify me. Nothing has ever reached into my soul and altered my very existence by a mere look before, but both those men did.

No, not men. Monsters.

He never took off his mask. How did he lick and suck my nipples without at least partially lifting his mask? I clearly felt teeth and tongue on my bare skin.

I scream as the ground rushes up and slams into me. Expecting a solid weight to land on my back, I roll to the side and hiss as I knock my head on the base of a stalk. Cursing my bad luck, I rise onto hands and knees and scramble to my feet, only to fall back to my knees when agony stabs up my leg from my ankle.

I tripped on a fucking hole and twisted my damn ankle.

Why? Why does stupid shit like this always happen to me?

I slap a hand over my mouth and cover my sob before crawling through the rows of corn as quietly as I can.

"Looks like I found you first. Again."

Chills race down my spine as the eerily deep voice sinks into my bones. With blood and dirt smeared all over me, I press my hands in the soil and freeze in terror despite the fire pulsing through my veins.

Ratty old sneakers frame my vision before he squats down and wraps his massive digits around my nape. With somewhat coarse burlap gloves covering his hands, his finger scratches the underside of my chin as he lifts my face to his.

Either he's brave or proving a point by putting his groin so close to my head as he stares down at me.

"I'm going to enjoy ravaging you, Heather," he growls.

My brain short circuits as his lips form my name.

"Ooh, you've found our new toy. Let's play with her until she breaks," says an impossibly deeper and rougher voice from behind me.

I can't breathe as adrenaline, pain, and lust pour into my veins, but when the monster staring into my soul shifts his grip to my throat and pulls me onto my knees, my fight reflex kicks in.

But I already used all my good luck, so the dirt in my hands peppers his shoulders and the plants behind him instead of his face.

Gloved hands capture my wrists and pull them behind my head.

Delicious sensations melt my bones as the scarecrow behind me chuckles and combs my hair away from my face with his fingers. The wicked gleam in his bright red eyes as he stares down at me steals the ground out from under my knees.

I gasp as the man in front of me releases my throat and rips my sweater from top to bottom with a single jerk of his arms. He tears my shirt with the same ease and grabs my breasts as though he owns them.

Pleasure arrows straight to my core as he pinches my nipples with his abrasive fingers. Shame heats my cheeks as wetness floods my panties.

A sleek black glove joins the fray as the monster behind me leans over my shoulder. His trench coat brushes against my back as he groans and tweaks my nipple. Magma boils between my legs.

I stare in alarm as the scarecrow at my front stands and unfastens his jeans.

He pulls out a monstrous cock and smirks down at me. I can't look away no matter how hard I try.

With a mushroom tip and pronounced veins, his shaft bobs a few inches away from my face. It's too big. There's no way that'll fit anywhere inside my body.

A bulge at the base of his shaft pulses with his heartbeat. Dread settles into my chest when I realize the flesh expands much further. When he strokes his entire length and encourages a drop of pearly white fluid from his tip, all thoughts drain from my head and wordless need blooms between my legs.

Despite the hunger twisting my stomach, I clench my teeth together as he rubs his tip over my lips.

The leather lapels of the trench coat drape along my sides as the other monster presses his front to my back. With my wrists pinned to his stomach above my head and his boots bracketing my knees, he cages me in with ease. I whimper as their masculine musk invades my nostrils. My lips tingle as the jock spreads more precum onto my face.

He sinks his hand into my hair and yanks my head back. Smooth digits dig into the hinge of my jaw, forcing me to part my teeth before they crack. I sob and fight as two leather-clad fingers invade my mouth and press down on my teeth, holding my jaw uncomfortably wide.

"Our little minx will bite you if you aren't careful," rumbles the brute behind me.

Humiliation spears through me. The first monster sinks the broad head of his silky cock between my teeth.

I bite as hard as I can. He hisses and pulls out. Pressure builds on my jaw as trench coat shifts his fingers and presses down on my tongue. I gag.

The scarred devil snarls, strokes his cock, and floods my mouth with his jizz. Still recovering, I choke and swallow most of it despite my attempts to cough it all out.

Warmth fizzles in my belly and tingles in my throat. Colors and sounds amplify.

Despite my struggling, they manhandle me around until I face the monster in the trench coat. His muzzle tilts and morphs as he smiles and traces my filthy features with his wet fingers.

"My turn to play. Will our new toy learn to swallow, or should I drown her?" he rumbles.

My head swims in confusion as my body and mind war with each other. Lust pulses between my legs and an alarming amount of wetness soaks my panties and trails down my inner thighs.

Despite the delicious flavor bursting over my tongue as he slips the tip of his dick into my mouth, I bite down and whimper when varsity jacket pulls the finger hooked over my bottom front teeth lower.

He nips my ear and chuckles as lightning arcs down my spine.

After a few unhurried strokes of his cock, trench coat growls, presses his tip to my upper lip, and hits the back of my throat with the first wave of his release. I gag at the unexpected pressure and sputter as he floods my mouth.

An unexpected peace falls over me, and for half a heartbeat, joy buoys my soul, but reality slams back into me as my senses return. I sob and fight for freedom.

They don't grant it.

Damp earth buffers my fall as they toss me onto my back and pin me down. I kick and flail, but they yank my boots off my feet, tossing them over their shoulders, and peel my soaked leggings and panties off with startling ease.

I scream and fight as their mouths descend. With broad shoulders wedged between my knees and gloved fingers pinning my wrists above my head, they spread me open and expose me to their whims. I'm completely vulnerable and helpless underneath them. Teeth and tongues explore every inch of me as trench coat runs his muzzle over my breasts and letterman jacket buries his face in my pussy.

Lightning spears from my clit to my womb as the monster between my legs runs the full length of his flattened tongue over the whole of my sex. I open my mouth on a silent scream as trench coat pinches my nipple between his teeth.

Their groans vibrate into my body and change my entire existence. My cells shake apart and restructure, creating a new being altogether.

She's hungry. So hungry.

I don't want this. At all.

Trapped under their ruthless ministrations, I explode. Fluid gushes from my core and coats my attacker's scarred mask and torn varsity jacket as every muscle in my body seizes.

I can't breathe.

It's so good but it hurts.

"Again. Come all over my face again, my spicy little pumpkin."

I can't.

He sinks his tongue as far into me as it'll reach and flicks a coarse digit over my softening clit until a whirlwind of pain and pleasure whisk me into a parallel plane of existence.

Trench coat's muzzle closes over my entire left breast. Wet heat and suction scramble my brain. I writhe and pull at his hold on my wrists, but he refuses to budge.

Pressure builds in my core, and despite pouring every ounce of mental energy into avoiding another explosion, I erupt so fiercely the world blips to darkness.

I return to find a different set of shoulders between my legs. With a tortured groan, I shake my head, my tangled locks scattering dirt over my arms, and keen in misery as they begin again.

Cruel digits pinch and twist. Sadistic teeth nip and scrape. Merciless tongues prod and stroke.

Just before another orgasm sweeps through me, I suck down enough oxygen to cry out.

Their evil chuckles follow me into the clouds as I skyrocket into the stratosphere.

More spent than I've ever been in my entire life, I flop like a rag doll against the soil and focus on catching my breath. Black spots dance along my vision.

I can't force my body to respond when I realize the black spots aren't figments of my imagination. Sinister creatures float above the corn, watching us with fascinated glee.

A tear trails down my temple. My heart wails in denial.

"I need more. Slick on my tongue again, my pretty little doll," trench coat demands before sealing his muzzle over my sex.

I jackknife in the dirt as delicious pain spears through me. He draws designs around my overly sensitive clit and sucks first one labium, then the other, into his mouth. Hot palms heft my breasts and squeeze them together so varsity jacket can alternate between my nipples, suctioning his mouth around the areola and pulling back until my sensitive peak pops free. I sob and writhe as both males feast on my body to their hearts' content.

The dam in my core bursts and fresh wetness spurts from me.

It hurts. It's too much. Every cell in my body contracts until I fear I'll break every bone in my body.

Locked in horrible pleasure, my senses flip between realities. One second, the moonlight streams down on us, the next, shadowy creatures creep closer.

Both fill me with terror.

One is too visceral. The other is too menacing.

In both worlds, the monsters feasting on my body remain oblivious to the ghosts hovering over us.

When my diaphragm finally relaxes, I suck down a desperate breath and release it on a pathetic whimper. A second tear trails down my temple.

I can't look away from the shadow as it aligns its empty hood to my face. With a terrible whooshing sensation, it inhales. As my soul dislodges from the center of my chest and works its way up my throat, I manage a small, terrified sound as it nears my lips.

My captors lift their heads from my breasts and pussy.

The world erupts into chaos. Masculine snarls and otherworldly screeching fill my ears. Blows land. Dark energy streaks across the sky.

Fresh tears spill down my temples. My body goes numb.

Stretched beyond my endurance, I slip into an exhausted, horror-filled wet dream.