TEN

CELESTE

N ight has officially set and groups of trick or treaters are swarming the streets while porch lights glow in the distance. This is not what I expected to be doing while avoiding heading home and dealing with kids in costumes ringing my doorbell all night long. I'm not sure I could have imagined a better way to spend Halloween night if I'm honest. Now all I need is to head home where I can make a themed cocktail and watch a horror flick to finish off the night right.

"Just follow us there. I know where we're going." My devil huffs in frustration.

"You sure you don't want me to take her?" The dark brown eyes behind the demon mask slide to me for a moment, assessing me silently. I feel raw and exposed under his gaze. Of the two of them, he's definitely more intense, more unsettling. And it makes my slutty little clit pulse with desire. There's something about this man that calls to a part of me I'm not sure I truly understand.

After they'd fucked me to oblivion across my desk, both men had taken the time to help me clean up. My demon had run off to grab damp paper towels so I could get clean while my devil helped me up and checked on me. My clothes were ruined, having been torn and shredded. All that remained were my underwear. Without saying a word, my devil had removed his large, black hoodie and draped it over my cold and spent body. It was warm and smelled like him and was long enough to reach my knees. They then led me out of the school and placed me in the passenger seat of the same blacked out Dodge that the Devil drove me home in the other night. The passenger side door is still wide open, leaving me exposed to the disagreement the two of them seem to be having. I can't help but be curious about the men who have chosen to corrupt me.

"I got her. You knew what this was when you agreed. Don't fuck it up now," the man in the Devil mask growls at his accomplice.

There's a moment of unspoken tension between them. With the sun down and the rain picking up again, the night has turned cold. White wisps slither out of the distorted mouths of their masks, giving them a sinister look—two monsters ready to strike.

They're both tall, definitely over six feet but built differently. My devil is muscular and imposing, with shoulders as wide as I am tall. He's wearing a tightly fitted black tee shirt, black distressed jeans and well-worn Chucks. Normally, I wouldn't be into that style—it screams living in a shit hole with multiple roommates and trying to get a garage band off the ground—but on him it kind of works.

The other man, my demon, is all sharp lines. He's equally as tall but more defined with lean muscles. He's wearing an expensive looking long-sleeve black tee shirt and well-tailored black pants with boots. His style is much more sophisticated and what I'd normally look for in a man. Usually men that dress well either have an overbearing wife, meaning they're looking for a good time, or they can take care of themselves. Either way, they're usually down to wine and dine me before fucking me fast without any strings attached. I have no interest in a relationship with some clingy sap.

The two predators spend a moment sizing each other up before the demon folds and turns to me. He walks with purpose towards the car door. I hold my head high, trying to appear more calm and confident than I'm actually feeling in his presence. There's something about him that makes me needy and nervous. With one arm slung over the top of the car door, he leans down into me. He has me cornered and boxed in, completely hidden from the man behind us. Leaning further down, his other hand slides up the smooth skin of my thigh, causing goosebumps to break out across my pale flesh. Cool drops of rain drip from the plastic of his mask and splatter across my lap, eliciting a shiver down my spine.

"Do not leave my sight when we get there, sweetness." He's barely whispering, his words clearly meant just for me. "I promise I'll take care of you but you have to trust me, alright?"

I'm confused and exhausted and have no idea what he's talking about. Guess I'm not heading home just yet. I nod in agreement, unsure exactly what I'm agreeing to but willing to find out.

The driver's side door slams shut, making me jump and pulling me out of whatever trance I'd been lured into while staring into the swirling darkness of the demon's eyes. He pulls back away from me but keeps his hand on top of the door, watching us while the other man starts up the car. Air instantly hits my exposed skin as the heat kicks on.

"I'll follow you there. Don't lose me." The demon finally backs away from the car and closes the door, his eyes never leaving my face.

I turn to face forward and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. The car backs out of the spot and swiftly takes off down the main road. My devil's well-defined hands grip the steering wheel tightly and I lose myself staring at the swirling black ink tattooed along his arms. Something about the tattoos pulls at a loose thread of a memory. Something about him is so familiar and not for the first time I find myself wondering if this man, this monster is someone I know. I wonder to myself if he's someone I've spoken to before, interacted with before.

How long has this man been moving along the periphery of my life and more importantly, why?

Sensing my eyes on him, he turns his head to glance at me quickly before returning his focus to the road. "You feeling alright? We weren't too rough on you, were we?"

The Devil checking on me to make sure he didn't hurt me during our kinky threesome… That's a new one.

"Yeah, I'm good." My voice comes out as barely a whisper. I'm exhausted and my body is completely spent after what we just did in that classroom. "Thank you for this by the way." I hold up the sleeve of his black hoodie towards him and he grunts in acknowledgment.

"I couldn't have you freezing to death now, could I? We're not done playing yet." I can almost hear the smirk spread across his face as his right hand falls on my thigh, his left still gripping the steering wheel. He caresses the tender spot on the inside of my thigh in a relaxing pattern.

"We're not going to my house? I'm cold and tired and could use a change of clothes. Clearly." I motion to my complete lack of pants.

"Not yet, angel." His hand continues to trace comforting patterns along my leg, lulling me into a sense of calm. "I have more in store for you tonight. And you won't need pants for what I have in mind."

It takes me a minute to register what he just said. I assumed they'd be done with me. I figured we'd had our fun and now they'd dump me and ride off into the cool Halloween night to cause mayhem somewhere but clearly I've read this situation wrong. They have no intention of letting me go.

"I need to ask you…" I stumble over my words, trying to find the right way to phrase what I have to say. "You dropped me off the other night, but I didn't give you my address."

I pause, waiting for him to jump in and explain, which he doesn't. The silence hangs heavy between us as the air in the car seems to thicken. I wait a moment. Then another. And another until it becomes clear he's not going to offer up an explanation on his own.

Finally I break the uncomfortable silence. "So how did you know where I live?"

"I know pretty much everything there is to know about you, Celeste."

I cock my head at his use of my name. My real name. The name I haven't given him.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"What? Celeste?" His chuckle is cold and humorless. "I told you, angel, I know everything about you and you're going to play along and be a good little girl or I will have to take what I need from you." His hand bruisingly grabs at my thigh in a possessive hold. "I would hate to hurt you before our fun is over."

I'm unsettled by his words but deep down I'm also curious. I've already fallen down the rabbit hole. What choice do I have but to play along with their fucked up games?

"Do I at least get to know your name then? Fair is fair."

"There is no fair in life, angel."

His hand resumes its slow caress of my thighs, his tender touch beginning to hypnotize me into a sense of calm comfort. Clearly he's not going to answer any of my questions. This isn't that kind of game.

"Where are you taking me then?"

He doesn't answer, leaning forward to hit a button on the dash. Music streams through the speakers. The glow of flickering flames from inside the carved pumpkins flashes past the window as we speed out of town. Conversation over apparently. I lean back and close my eyes, letting the cold and damp air pull me further into exhaustion.

When I wake, I'm cold and alone. Everything is silent. Even the sound of the rain is absent. It's eerie and unsettling, forcing my heart rate to increase at an uncomfortable level. Silence makes me extremely uncomfortable. It takes me back to a time when calm always meant a storm was brewing. The anxiety begins bubbling up from my stomach and towards my chest, threatening to pull me under.

I practice my breathing exercises, desperate to ground myself. I'm still in his car. It smells distinctly like him. I hold onto that smell, letting it comfort me.

Calming down, I begin to look around and assess the situation. We're parked in the woods, it seems. There's nothing around but darkness and trees. Feeling around in the hoodie pocket, I notice my phone is missing. I have no idea what time it is but it must be late since it's so dark. We must have been parked here for a while.

Maybe he abandoned me to get rid of me? He wouldn't leave his car though, would he? He said he wasn't done with me so why the hell am I deserted in the fucking woods?

Cold and nervous, I decide that I better look around outside and see if I can find them. I push the car door wide open and throw myself out. My foot slides out from beneath me as it hits the slick surface of the rain-covered ground. I fall forward, my knee squelching in the thick mud underneath me. I have no shoes or socks and I'm only wearing an oversized black hoodie and my undergarments. The cold night air nips at all my exposed skin and every step is torturously slow as I barrel through the mud and slick moss on the forest floor. Twigs and bushes poke into me, shredding the skin of my exposed legs until I'm raw and bloodied. It's damp and cold and I'm completely alone. Desperately seeking safety, I scan the forest around me, but all I see is darkness.

A sudden noise cracks across the silent night, causing me to jump. Coming from my left is the distinct sound of a twig snapping. I still completely, holding my breath and willing my ears to focus in on the sound. It's nothing. Probably just a fucking squirrel or some shit.

I scan my surroundings again, trying to gain any sense of where I could be or how I got here. Above me, the sky is pitch black with clouds obscuring the stars. Only the pale light of the obstructed moon breaks through the oppressive darkness. The only sound around me is the thundering of my heart in my chest. I need to make a plan and figure out how to get out of here. If I stay out here all night, I'll freeze to death.

I take a trembling step forward, before second guessing my path and turning. I'm surrounded by a vast and empty forest. The darkened trees are like the bars of a prison. Shadows shift and creep across the damp ground as I take another step forward.

And then, suddenly, I realize I'm not alone at all.

"There you are, sweetness," his voice whispers against the shell of my ear as his hand slithers around my center.

I jump and shriek at the demon's sudden reappearance as he wraps himself around my core, like a snake ready to constrict me before devouring me completely. In front of me, the form of the Devil slides from behind a tree. He cocks his head at me as the demon's hands roam across my hips and thighs, forcing me to rock and sway to an imaginary beat with him. He pulls my hips back against him and I feel his hard length pulse against my back.

"You looked so peaceful that we didn't want to wake you just yet," he purrs into my ear before using one hand to tilt my chin and turn my face towards his. His mask is half off, exposing his full lips and well-defined jawline. "Remember our promise. Don't leave my sight," he whispers against my lips right before crashing his mouth against mine.

His lips push against mine with the feral desperation of a man starved. His tongue pumps against my lips, begging for permission to enter me, and I willingly open for him. His tongue roams my mouth aggressively. Possessively. Our tongues twine together, writhing and twisting with heated desire. He's a serpent in more ways than one. When he pulls back slightly, I notice he has left something on my tongue, something small and solid—a pill.

"Swallow like a good girl." He smirks down at me.

I have no idea who this man is and what drugs he's feeding me but I willingly swallow it down, eager to experience whatever they have to offer me.

His lips fall to the crook of my neck as he bites and sucks, no doubt leaving his own marks along my already tenderized skin. I lean my head back against his shoulder and allow him to ravage me. A shadow falls across my face as my devil finally decides to join us. I lick my lips and let my mouth fall open in a satisfied moan as I spot the hardened length inside his pants. Both men's hands roam across my thighs and hips, gripping and pulling me as we all push and writhe against one another. The Devil lifts his mask slightly and lowers his head to the other side of my neck. Together, they lick and kiss and nip at my neck until I'm a panting mess of need. I'm completely helpless to the onslaught of sinful pleasure they're raining down on me. A hand finds my breast through the thick fabric of my hoodie, rubbing desperate circles around my hardened bud.

"Please," I groan as my clit throbs in eager anticipation of them taking turns on me.

"You want us to fuck you, baby girl?" the Devil asks me. "Well, we want to play a game. Do you want to be our good girl and let us play?"

"Yes!" I whine desperately. Whatever they want to do to me, as long as it involves them continuing to touch me, I'll willingly agree.

"Good girl." I'm rewarded with a hand sliding up my thighs and rubbing against my needy center through my soaked panties. I'm desperate for more. "You're going to run and we're going to chase you. Whoever gets to you first gets to fuck your tight little ass."

I still immediately at his words and tense. Ass play was my line in the sand. I've never had anyone fuck me there before and I'm not sure that a threesome with two masked strangers in the middle of the woods is the place to start. Their hands still caress and roam all over my body, egging me to agree to their sinful game.

"Relax, baby girl. Play with us." The demon's hand slides underneath the hem of the sweatshirt. A finger runs along the length of my slit again, teasing me. "I'm going to catch you and fill this tight little ass with so much of my cum, you'll be dripping me from you for days."

His words send a shiver down my spine. What's wrong with me? Why do his words make me pulse with desire?

"And what if I outrun you? What do I win?" I wiggle my hips, desperately trying to get some friction against my needy pussy that's being torturously teased.

The Devil's throaty laugh sends pleasurable tingles throughout me. He cocks his head, watching me through the dark holes of his mask.

"What is it you want as your prize, angel?"

I think for a minute, but my mind is starting to become hazy. His drugs worked their way into my system quickly. My muscles and mind are releasing their pent-up tension, allowing my whole being to lighten. I lean further against the man behind me, a sly smirk spreading across my face.

"Both of you. If I make it back to the car before you monsters can catch me, I want you both on your knees, feasting on my pussy like it's your last meal. Then maybe I'll let you fuck me." A giggle rings out through the air. Oh, that's me laughing.

I'm starting to soar. My head lolls to the side as the demon brings his face back down to mine. He feasts on my lips, his tongue pounding against mine in rhythm with his finger on my pussy.

"Deal," the Devil whispers before licking a line up the column of my throat and biting the lobe of my ear, eliciting a small hiss of pain from me.

The demon pulls away from my mouth before pulling his mask back over his face securely. "We'll give you a one-minute head start. After that, it's game on."

Before my mind can register what's happening, my feet are carrying me across the forest floor. I run as fast as I can, letting the cool air whip my hair around my face. Part of me registers that I should be cold and wet and in pain and yet, I'm not. I take a running leap off a rock, letting myself fly through the air. I should be terrified that two masked men are hunting me through the woods, intent on fucking my ass in the cold mud, but instead I'm excited. I can't remember the last time I just let go like this. Usually anxiety is perpetually curled around my insides, slowly constricting me. But not tonight. Right now I feel free as a fucking bird.

Off in the distance, howls and yelps sound. They're coming for me. My pussy clenches in anticipation. I'm ready to play.

"Angel!" the Devil yells, sounding far off and to the right. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Sweetness, the easier you make it for me to find you, the more pleasurable and less excruciating I'll make it for you. The first time in the ass can be very painful if your partner doesn't take care of you." My demon sounds slightly closer and to the left. They're trying to cut me off and catch me between them. "Come out and I'll go easy on you. I'll make it good for you, baby girl!"

Pushing forward, I smirk to myself. They want a chase, I'll give them a fucking chase!

I take off in a full-on sprint. If I can outrun them then I should be able to sneak between them and make it back out the way we came. The mud and wet leaves are slick beneath my feet and my toes scrape on rocks and sticks but I don't feel the pain. Everything just feels good.

Glancing slightly to the left, I spot a figure running through the trees. The black and gold of the demon mask maintains a grotesque stillness as the monster underneath charges after me. It should scare me, but instead I feel my pussy dampen further at the horrifying sight.

He edges through the trees, closing the distance between us. I can hear his thundering feet and his deep breaths as he stalks closer and closer to his prey. I can see the gleaming metal of the car up ahead. If I can just make it a little further I can get there before him. He's gaining on me, but I'm far enough ahead that I should be able to make it. I push through the ache and the exhaustion, willing my body to keep going.

And then it all comes crashing down. With enough force to completely knock the wind from my lungs, I'm tackled to the ground. Mud and decaying vegetation lodge themselves in my mouth, stifling the scream reverberating out of my core. The skin of my knees and hands scrapes and tears as I skid across the rough terrain of the wooded floor. His large frame crushes me roughly into the ground with punishing force.

"Caught you, angel," he whispers in my ear as the plastic nose of the devil mask caresses the tender spot behind my lobe.

All I manage is a soft moan of agony before I'm ripped off of the soft ground and pulled to my feet. My chest and diaphragm sting from the impact as I desperately try to take a deep breath.

"I'll be claiming my prize now. Be a good girl and I won't be too rough with you."

"Please. No." My protest is barely a whisper as my body and brain fight to regain composure and process what's happening. But everything is hazy; the drugs and adrenaline coursing through my system are blurring everything.

Leaning against the rough bark of a nearby tree, trying to find my opening to escape, I watch as he pulls his tee shirt between his shoulder blades and rips it over his head, careful not to remove the mask in the process. I make a move to run past him, but he's too fast. He steps in front of me, looming over me and caging me in. Gripping the soft cotton of his shirt between his hands, he pulls and rips until a strip of fabric comes free. Letting the rest of the ruined shirt fall among the scattered leaves, he moves closer to my shaking frame. I've never felt more fragile, more breakable than I do in this moment. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he boxes me in between his imposing form and the tree behind my back.

"Your fear is delicious, angel." He leans in and smells me. "But I can barely sense it over the overpowering stench of your arousal."

"What?"

"Your pussy is weeping for me right now isn't it, my little slut? Does the fear— the pain —turn you on?"

One of his hands moves to run up the length of my thigh. He slides a slow and torturous path up my quivering flesh towards the bottom of the sweatshirt. The empty pits of darkness where his eyes should be never leave my face as his fingers dip between my legs and find the fabric of my underwear.

"You're soaking for me, angel," he whispers against the shell of my ear while tracing small circles against the lips of my pussy.

Removing his fingers from underneath the sweatshirt, he places both hands behind my head. The thin strip of fabric he ripped from his shirt dangles loosely in front of my face.

"No!" I shout, attempting to shove him away when I realize he intends on blindfolding me.

Stepping back slightly he appraises me before asking, "Have you been a good girl or a bad girl, angel?"

I pause trying to figure out the right answer. "A-A good girl."

"That's right." He lovingly strokes hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. "And what do good girls get?"

"Rewards."

"That's right, sweet girl." His praise causes my pussy to pulse in need. "Now let me give you your reward. Do you trust me?"

I know the answer should be no. I realize that I have no idea who this man is or what he wants with me. He drove me out to the woods and hunted me with another monstrous man, threatening to fuck me in the ass. The correct answer is no.

"Yes," is what leaves my lips though.

Closing my eyes and leaning my face forward, I allow him to blindfold me. The fabric is thin but it's so dark already that I can't see much at all once he secures it on my head. Without my eyesight I feel vulnerable. I'm completely at his mercy, and while that should terrify me, instead I feel warmth and pleasure building in my core.

"Put out your hands in front of you, insides of your wrists together."

When I comply, I hear the distinct sound of his belt buckle being undone. I can't help but suck my bottom lip between my teeth. I want this. I want him. I want this fucked up kinky mix of fear and fun. I don't remember the last time I felt this alive. Maybe it's whatever drugs they gave me, or the adrenaline coursing through me from the chase but whatever it is, it's completely intoxicating. And as he wraps his belt around my wrists, securing them to each other before pulling them up and tying them both to a tree branch above me, I feel like I'm fucking flying. I'm overflowing on a venomous concoction of lethal lust and poor fucking choices, and yet I'm totally free.

"Perfect," he says as he lifts the sweatshirt up over my center, leaving it scrunched around my neck. The cool damp air stings my bare skin and I can feel my nipples harden against the rough lace of my bra.

I can't see. I can't move. I'm strung up, forced to stand on my tippy toes to alleviate the pressure on my tied wrists. My body is muddy and bloody. My only real piece of clothing is shoved up around my throat, leaving me completely nude besides my thin lace bralette and thong. My hair is a tangled mess and I'm sure my make-up is streaking down my face. I must look an absolute mess. How could anyone want me in my current state?

"Beautiful," he whispers as if sensing my thoughts.

"No," I protest despite the shiver of pleasure that pulses towards my core from his praise. "I'm a mess."

"Not yet, you're not." I hear a rustle as if he's moving around but I can't see a thing. "But you will be."

His large hands grip my thighs. His fingers dig roughly into my tender skin. Another bruise he'll no doubt leave on my flesh as a reminder of tonight. Lifting both thighs in the air, he places first one, then the other on his muscular shoulders.

"Stop! I'm too heavy!" I protest while trying to squirm away and return to the safety of the ground. I'm not huge but I'm also certainly not tiny.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a good fucking girl," he growls as he harshly pulls my thighs back down onto his shoulders. He's obviously taken off the mask, his voice is clear and unfiltered. It's like smooth whiskey to my ears. I'm desperate to take the blindfold off and see him, but I can't with my hands tied. "The only noise I want to hear from you is moans of pleasure."

My clit pulses with eager anticipation as his breath teases at my slit through my drenched thong. A single, large finger dips into my underwear and pulls them to the side. A shiver runs through me as the cool fall air hits my sensitive center.

"Fuck! That mask was a damn nuisance. You look and smell even better without anything between us." Each word he says sends a warm gust of his breath sliding over me and making my clit throb with need. I shift, attempting to move closer to his mouth. "Such a needy fucking slut. You want me to lick you?"

"Yes!" I croak out between panted sighs. "Please, God, yes!"

"Oh, angel, haven't you learned yet? God's left you in the hands of the Devil tonight. I'm the only one here to hear your cries. And tonight you belong to me. Your blood." He punctuates his words with a lick against my bleeding legs. "Your tears." Lick. "Your pain." Lick. "Your pleasure." Lick. "All of it is mine tonight." With each word he kisses and bites his way up my legs until he reaches the apex. "You belong to me now."

With those last heated words, he dives in. His tongue licks the entirety of my pussy, from back to front before finding my needy bud at the top. He circles it rapidly and repeatedly with his strong tongue, forcing moans of pleasure from my mouth. My hands instinctively try to move to hold on to his head but I'm restrained, my hands tightly tied to the tree branch above me. I have no choice but to hold on with my thighs and let him ravage me.

"You taste so sweet, angel. My sweetest temptation," he whispers, each word sending vibrations across my tender and needy core.

His lips surround my entire pussy as he sucks and rolls his tongue in a hypnotic rhythm. I feel warmth building in my center with every swipe of his tongue across me. My cries are loud and unfiltered, there's no one out here to hear me moan so I egg him on with vigor. His hands move further back on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. He continues his assault on my pussy as his fingers begin playing with the slit of my ass. Sensing his intentions, I tense immediately. However, he's clearly not taking no for an answer tonight and when his teeth gently nibble on my needy nub I can't help but relax and give in to him. The drugs they fed me are fully kicking in now, helping my body fall into whatever pleasure he's willing to give me. He gently pushes the tip of a single finger into my puckered hole, teasing it in and out in perfect rhythm with his mouth on my cunt. It stings as he pushes further inside me but the pain only seems to spur on my impending release.

"There's my good girl. Let me fuck both your holes, baby. Come all over my face and let me drink your pleasure." His voice is broken and needy, mirroring my own desperation.

The drugs pumping through my veins only heighten every sensation, making each stroke of his tongue that much more intense. Completely letting go and diving into the stimulation of his rough touch, I begin grinding on him. His tongue dives into my soaking wet hole as his finger continues to plunge in and out of my ass. I fuck his face and finger with utter and complete desperation. With an earth-shattering scream, I dive over the edge. Waves and waves of pleasure crash over me as I come with excruciating ecstasy. My entire body goes rigid as my climax reaches its peak. He drinks up every moment of my release, moaning with pleasure as he takes everything I have to give.

When my climax finally recedes and my pussy stops pulsating, he withdraws from both my holes, allowing me a moment to come down from my high.

"Thank you," I manage to whisper between heaving breaths.

"Oh, sweet angel." He places a chaste kiss on the outside of my pussy lips. "You didn't think that was it, did you? I'm not done playing with you yet."