Page 22 of Headless Hollow

“Yes. I would do anything.” He ran it over my ass, and I swayed back and forth.

“Were you sad about Christian dying?”

“No.”

“You’re doing well with the easy questions,” he said, and I moaned loudly as he teased my clit before pushing just the tip into me. Each passing second brought me to a new level of desperation that was turning me into the wanton whore he wanted. He stopped again just short of a climax, and I growled in frustration, making him laugh.

I could hear him walking around to my head, and with a tug, whatever had been covering my eyes was removed. Blinking, I stared down at the wood boards and knew that I was in the barn. I’d assumed from the sweet straw smell, but as my eyes bounced around, taking it all in, I inevitably ended up staring at the boots of the Horseman. He slowly squatted down and tapped the wooden pillory that my hands and head were through. It was attached to two posts, holding it in place, which explained why I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“How do you like my custom work? I made this myself.”

“Aren’t you crafty,” I blurted out, and his head fell back as he laughed.

“This is why we are meant to be together. I’m not sure I could find anyone who wouldn’t be screaming, crying, and begging for their life by this point.” He twirled his knife in his hand and grazed it down my cheek. “Especially after you know what I can do.”

“Do you want me to cry? Is that part of your fantasy?”

“If you cry, it’ll be because I’ve earned the tears, Pumpkin. I don’t need you to fake them for me. Just like I don’t need you to fake an orgasm like you did with Christian.” I glared at him. “Do you deny it?”

I hated to speak ill of the dead, but my hesitation cost me as his hand smacked my breast. The sting was instant, and my already hard nipple throbbed. I glared at him a little longer, and he smacked the other one. I didn’t know if this punishment was doing what he wanted it to. Not waiting to see if I’d answer, he pinched both my aching nipples and twisted.

“Oh fuck,” I yelled, but there was no denying the lust that was in my tone. My pussy throbbed in time to him squeezing and tugging on the sensitive skin.

“Well now, Pumpkin, I thought I knew everything there is to know about you, but it looks like even I have something to learn.”

He didn’t let up and became relentless, smacking each breast before teasing my nipples. A breeze alone would’ve made them throb at this point. The vibrator turned on, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the scream as he circled my nipple and then teased my clit, a circuit of endless torture.

“You going to come for me? Get that pussy of yours soaking wet for my cock?” The orgasm was right there, just out of reach. I felt like one of the desperate animals in a pet store scratching at the glass, hoping someone would save them. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy hard? Make you squirt all over my hard cock like a depraved little slut?”

“Yes,” I yelled, yanking on the wooden restraint, not caring about the cuts to my arms and the blood that now painted my fingers red.

“Yes, what?”

There was no way to know for certain what he wanted me to say, and my mind was too juiced up on lust running through my veins and the aching between my legs that had my body on fire.

“Yes, please fuck me!”

“Not good enough. Keep going.”

I screamed and tugged on all my restraints as the need twisted into a wild rage. The mechanical chuckle made me wish I had a gun so I could kill him and fuck him at the same time.

“There she is,” he said as he got close to my face, taunting me. He shut the vibrator off and sat there watching me writhe like a fish on his hook. “I said keep going.”

“Fuck you,” I growled out instead, my chest heaving and sweat dripping in my eyes. I watched him stand, and I moaned as he grabbed my ass, welcoming anything, including another smack. Instead, he pulled on my hip, and to my surprise, the thing I was standing on turned. It felt like I was poised on a rotating dessert tray.

I sucked in a gasp as I faced what I hadn’t been able to see behind me a few minutes ago. My step dad was tied to a chair in a far corner of the barn, with a blindfold on, silver tape over his mouth, and large noise-canceling earphones on his head. My mother was adorned with all the same headgear but strapped to an inversion table. What was truly horrifying was finally understanding how he cut the heads off his victims so easily. The inversion table was designed to flip back, and her head would end up right underneath a fucking guillotine. The blade was so sharp I could see the perfect edge and the glimmer of the metal waiting to strike.

As if all of that wasn’t bad enough, Brianna was naked except for her underwear and suspended from the rafters about six feet off the floor by silver hooks. There were dozens of them lining her body, and they all pulled at her skin, holding her in place. Brianna’s head was hanging down, with her hair covering her face, but I could see her breathing. Suspended right beside her was Branson. My heart sped up at the sight of him. He was hanging by leather cuffs that held his arms over his head while his toes just touched the floor. He was the only one not wearing a blindfold or sound-canceling earphones.

My eyes locked with his, and I quickly looked away as shame and carnal need twisted in my gut and only accentuated my burning desire. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Don’t look away. Branson is enjoying the show. In fact, he’s been waiting patiently for this day.” I looked up at the Horseman as he walked toward Branson with the knife in his hand. “Your toy cock here likes to watch. He’s a naughty one.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt him,” I said.

“I’ve kept my promise. As you can see, he’s perfectly fine. Not a mark on him. They all are. Even your friend Brianna, who at the moment is in her own little world of ecstasy.” I glanced at her and couldn’t understand how that could be true, but the soft moan that left her lips a few moments later confirmed what he said. “In case you’re wondering, she is stuffed full of Ben Wa balls, a vibrator on a timer, and anal beads.”

I hated myself for the flash of jealousy. Not only had he touched her to get all of that inserted, but the hooks were an advanced skill and one that took practice and care to make sure they didn’t tear or cause damage. She’d obviously been having an unknown amount of orgasms and was hanging there in a pleasure daze while my body was ready to burn up.