“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is how I make you feel.” Suddenly, the knife reappeared, and he brought it to my chin. I shivered as he ran it down my body. It scraped along my collar and slid down the rest of me.He reached the buttons on my top and as he moved the knife, he unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my bra. “You shouldn’t be wearing this,” he muttered. Lifting the middle, he slid the knife under it and began cutting through it until it snapped into two pieces.I stared as intensely as I could at the mask, searching for eyes under the black fabric as he peeled away my bra, revealing my nipples to the cold room.
Ghostface teased my nipples, rousing them to a point.
“God, you’re so pretty, Eisley.”
“Please.” I reached for his face, and he snatched my wrist, clenching it tightly. I gasped. Suddenly he let go of the knife on my belly and reached down, grabbing something that scrapped and clanged sharply.
Chains.
My wrists were shackled, and I was forced to fight against the restraints I knew I couldn’t escape.
“Was it worth it?” he snarled.
“I don’t know why you brought me here,” I protested. I closed my eyes as he bent down, lifting the mask and ran his tongue along my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth.The sensation was incredible. Everything behind my eyelids seemed to pulse as he sucked and nibbled on me. This was wrong, but it felt so good.
“He’ll come find me,” I gasped as Ghostface slid his hand over the apex of my thighs. The intenseness coming from the drugs and his tongue, my legs relaxed and he pushed my panties aside, finding my slit.
“No one’s looking for you,” he said as the knife ran against my panties. He cut those free and ran his hand along my pussy. “You’re all mine tonight.”
“You can’t,” I moaned, but my insistence on him stopping was waning with each touch. Everywhere he trailed his fingers, my skin felt tingly.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he said and stood, slipping the mask back on fully.Dazed, my head fell back and I watched as he unzipped his black jacket, revealing a tight black undershirt. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down, along with his boxer briefs.
My body cried out with a sudden need, and confusion ran through me. I should be terrified, not longing for his cock. But this man in the mask, why had he taken me?He dropped to his knees and came to my head.
“It’s time to show me what you can actually do with your plump mouth, Eisley.” Yanking me up by my hair, he leaned over and the smooth head of his cock pressed against my lips. I looked up at him, and despite not knowing exactly who he was, I wanted to taste him. Cautiously, I opened my mouth and took him into me. My tongue explored lazily, and I closed my eyes. I was still seeing swirls of stars and the feeling of him in my mouth was made more intense with the mushrooms still in full swing.
Ghostface reached down and fondled my breasts while I sucked on him, causing me to moan and shiver with delight.I could taste drips of come from his tip, and suddenly he pulled away.I blinked, as he moved onto the mattress and pushed himself between my legs. Still wearing the mask and his shirt, he pulled the shirt off, revealing spectacular abs. And… a tattoo… and scars. I recognized them, even through my high.
Constantine?
No, he… was it?My vision was just hazy enough to make out some details, but not all. Ghostface and Constantine’s bodies were similar, and the tattoo, and the scar. That was unmistakable.
ItwasConstantine.
He’d taken me back to the Church, to finally consummate our marriage.I relaxed my thighs, settled into the fantasy, and let him lift my hips.Still in his mask, Ghostface positioned himself and pushed his cock into my wet and wanting pussy. I gasped at the sharp pain. It didn’t hurt as much as it had the first time, but I was still getting used to the sensation.
“Ssh… princess, you’re fine. Relax, and enjoy the way this feels.”
I nodded, accepting that it was Constantine, and untensed my muscles. With my hands bound and unable to raise myself, this was all I could do.I closed my eyes and focused on the full feeling. He moved in and out. I wanted to be angry, scared, and upset about being forced to return to the Church, but I couldn’t be. I felt too good.
The night wore on, and it began to feel like a montage of intense pleasure. I was so high, I began hallucinating again. I was seeing double; taking double, as Ghostface went from my pussy to my mouth, and back again, over and over. I longed for both. When he moved to one hole, my body cried out for the other to be filled.At times, it truly felt like he was everywhere.
I came so much, I cried. I was at Ghostface’s mercy, unable to do anything but experience every ounce of pleasure he was determined to give me. I saw and heard stars as the mushrooms inside my system intensified every one of my senses, and finally, after what felt like an eternity in a hellish paradise, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Eventually, my eyes popped open, albeit painfully.
Constantine walked into the room, wearing just black jeans.No mask. He glanced at me, assumed I was sleeping, and then turned his head and grinned at someone I couldn’t see.
“I told you her pussy was tight.”
Rule 39 - Kansas
Stay close to your final girl at all times.
My phone rang loudly inside the relatively empty store. I fished it out of my pocket and saw Eisley’s beautiful face on my screen. I hadn’t heard from her in days. Since she’d called me about those teenagers deaths.
I put the phone to my ear and answered.
