Page 39 of Things Get Dark

My mind goes blank. That night was amazing, but this is amaze, the one thing that truly gives me panic attacks. And I’d have to walk in there by myself?! I guess that’s why I am surprised when I hear myself utter the word, “Okay.”

The plague doctor spins to face me, reaching up with one hand to caress my jaw. His hand drops down, tracing the line of my neck as he steps in behind me. When he lightly grips my neck, tilting my head back, he quickly lifts his mask to place a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind my ear. It’s then that his breath skitters over my ear, and he growls.

“Fuck, Love. I wish I could taste how sweet your fear is dripping down your thighs. I know my friends will take care of you, though.” He releases me, stepping back to my side. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

I shake my head ‘no’ as I take tentative steps. Before I know it, I lose sight of the bonfire behind me. I can’t tell how far I’ve ventured in, and my anxiety overwhelms me as I begin to run through the maze. Audible footsteps fall behind me, driving my panic higher, and I can feel my breath hitch in my chest when I turn the corner and realize I’ve hit a dead end. Looking up, I take in the darkened sky with the full moon rising, a whimper escaping my lips. My legs shake underneath me; I reach up to massage my temples as I try to catch my breath.I can do this.I think. FUCK.

“Babydoll, do you think we’d let you fall apart?” The words, robotic and harsh, float in from behind me. I close my eyes, not sure what to do. I’m on the verge of a panic attack, but then this stranger volunteers to help me through it. Both of them.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” My words sound a million miles away, but they are the truth, spoken straight from my lips. My eyes fill with tears, and I squeeze them shut, refusing to let them fall.

“We’ve got you, and we’re going to help replace your memories of horrible experiences with memories of pleasure that will last far beyond your lifetime.”

“Let us help you, Kitten,” the other voice drawls. “We can help. You trusted our friend. Trust in us.”

They are both here. They want to make me feel good, but I just don’t know. After what feels like fifteen minutes of standing there, one slips his hand into mine, holding tight before he moves forward and wraps his arm around my waist. The contact cements me in this moment, right here with them.I’m not alone.Taking a deep breath, I nod, fully consenting to their ‘help’.

“Yes. Please. Help me feel good and then lead me out. I’m trusting you.”

“Aww, Babydoll, get ready for some fun.” Lips crash into mine, and I open for him. The overwhelming scent of sunshine and man swirls around me. A large hand grabs my hips, pulling me in and holding me close. I raise my own, resting my hands on a broad chest covered in hard muscles. When he pulls back slightly, I open my eyes.

The scarecrow is standing before me. Surprisingly, I’m not scared. In fact, warmth flows through his hands, still gripping me, slowly spreading throughout my body and settling in my core. I bite my lip, not sure what to do, but luckily, I don’t have to worry.

“Are you getting started without me?” A second tongue takes this moment to lick up the shell of my ear, causing a chill to run down my spine. “Tell me I can touch you. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes,” I reply, turning my head slightly. My lips are so close to the scarecrow’s, I can feel his warm breath ghost across my cheek. Immediately, both sets of hands begin to roam my body. My eyes flutter closed, allowing me to concentrate on the pleasure these men are showering me in.

Moans pour from my lips as they pluck at my nipples and work to remove my clothes. The cool night air quickly causes goosebumps to raise on my skin, but I ignore it, choosing to focus on the zing of electricity that shoots to my clit. It doesn’t help that mere seconds later, a hand slides in between my legs.

“Fuck,” the scarecrow groans. “You’re soaked. Are the masks doing it for you, Babydoll? Or are you getting hot because the two of us want to show you what amazing friends we can be, sharing our toy?”

“Ohhhh…” I can’t verbalize my thoughts, so I nod my head. Yes. Yes, to both. “Please.”

“Can we fill you? I bet you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Have you taken two dicks before?”

“I haven’t. I’m scared,” I say, panting with need, “but I want to try.”

“Oh, that’s a good girl. Such a good kitten,” the clown behind me murmurs. He gently wraps a soft, sheer scarf around my eyes, mostly hindering my vision. I can barely see what’s going on through my slitted lids and the sheer fabric, but that adds to the moment. The next thing I know, the clown spins me and gently pushes me back into the tall scarecrow. He loops his arms under mine, reaches around, and continues to pull at my nipples, working my body higher…

In the meantime, the clown sinks to his knees. The scarecrow grabs my waist and lifts me, and before I know it, my legs are looped over the clown’s shoulders. I scramble to hook my legs, and he dives headfirst into my cunt, lapping and sucking with no hint of stopping. The scarecrow soon pinches my nipples at the same time as the clown nips my clit, and I explode, my release coating his chin.

With teamwork, they stand me back up. My legs are shaking, but this time it’s from indescribable pleasure flooding my body rather than panic. By the time the clown is back on his feet, he leans in, kissing me and giving me a taste of myself.

“Babydoll,” my scarecrow pleads, “I need you. Are you going to be a good girl? Can you swallow my dick? I know you’ll look like a goddess on your knees for me.” He is already kneeling on a blanket laid out on the ground. It’s like they planned this—oh wait, they did.

Sinking to my knees, I reach out and caress his hard length, getting accustomed to his size. I glance down, realizing just how big he is. I must pause because when he says those words, I practically melt.

“You can take it,” he says, his words full of amusement. “I know you want to remember the feeling of me in your mouth tomorrow. Give it a go.” He cradles my head in his hand, and all I can think is that I’m going to gag all over his cock.

“Kitten, don’t worry. He can’t wait to feel you choke and gag around him. He knows his size, and he will get off hearing you struggle.” The clown must be a mind reader, because as he kneels behind me, his dirty mouth only encourages me more as he runs his blunted tip through my center. He waits, and as soon as I suck my scarecrow into my mouth, my clown sinks into me.

Inch by inch, they both work me over. No matter the effort, I fight to fit the scarecrow as far into my mouth as I can. His smooth words of praise wash over me, and I’m shaking again, but this time, I’m already on the edge of another orgasm. With their dirty words and the warmup, I’m gushing and quivering between the two masked men.

Fuck, they hunted me through the maze, and now they are fucking the life out of me.

Within minutes, the scarecrow is gathering my hair, holding on and guiding me to take him deeper.

“Goddamn, her mouth is fucking perfect. She’s taking me so well,” he says, talking to his friend. “Can you swallow, Babydoll? I’m about to come, and I want to feel your throat squeeze around me.”

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