TRIPLE XXX THRILLS

“Grim.. I dunno… I just feel like something is wrong today.” You grimaced as you began to lift the window to your bedroom. The air was cool as you leaned over the ledge, sticking your head out to peer into the pitch black forest. Ever since you started living in Ramshackle, you’ve had a lingering anxiety every night. And it has intensified over the course of four months. You had confided in the ghosts who offered to scout out the property to help ease your nerves. But they hadn’t seen anything worth reporting. They told you it must be nerves from staying in the haunted environment. 

The warm wind tickled your face as you tightened your fingers around the painted windowsill. Your stomach began to sink as the hair on the back of your neck began to stand. You felt like something... No... Someone was staring back at you.  

“It’s because we have our alchemy exam tomorrow! That’s what’s makin’ you all paranoid.” Grim attempted to comfort you with his little gray paws petting at your leg. You jolted, nearly bumping your head on the window as you pulled back. Your heard thudded wildly against your ribs as your shaking hands pushed the window shut. You gave a final look to the moon peeking out over the trees, then down at Grim.  

“I think you’re right Grim… I’m gonna take a shower.” You murmured as the monster pulled away from your leg with a fanged smirk. “That’s the spirit! Ain’t nothin’ to be worried about!” His tail swished with joy as you drew the thin curtains shut. You always appreciated Grim’s attempt to comfort you. You crouched and rubbed the top of his head as your anxiety left your body in every exhale of your breath. A shower would definitely make you feel better.  

Grim crawled into bed with a soft yawn and curled up in the thick blankets. You closed the door behind you once you grabbed your pajamas and a towel and left them draped over your arm. Your feet padded against the wooden floor as you began to empty your mind. You were anxious because of your exam tomorrow. There isn’t someone in the forest staring at you. That’s just silly. Who would even be out there this late at night?  

It must be some breed of rabbit native to Twisted Wonderland. 

You placed your clothes and towel on the edge of the sink and began to run the water for your shower. The sound was comforting in comparison to the deafening silence in the bathroom. You undressed slowly, occasionally glancing in the direction of the bathroom window with a frown. The sheer curtains hid the dark scenery from you, and the trees obscured the moon even more at this angle.  

You felt a familiar creep of impending doom worm its way beneath your skin. As you looked through the thin bathroom curtains; you could tell something was watching you. Your blood ran cold and you swallowed down your terror. You finished undressing with your back facing the window. You couldn’t afford any thicker curtains, and the window faced the lush trees and foliage. The only peeping toms out there were the birds and bugs. 

With your clothes discarded with hurried, clumsy bends and twists of your body; the feeling of being watched was gone again. As Grim said, it was the nerves making you skittish and paranoid. The steam of the water began to fill the bathroom and leave a sheet of fog on the mirror. You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood on the bathmat with a sigh leaving your lips. Once you washed up and went to bed, you would feel just fine in the morning.  

You nudged aside the flimsy shower curtain. It was cheap frosted plastic that would obscure your from anyone who may enter. Grim was the only person/direbeast who did this. He often came in without knocking if he needed something from you. Completely uncaring that you needed and wanted privacy. The warm water pelted your skin like a delicate massage hoping to rub your fears out of you. The previously racing thoughts began to slip down the drain as you reached for your bottle of shampoo. You began scrubbing your hair, rubbing your fingers against your scalp as you shut your eyes.  

You were passing alchemy with flying colors. One of the best students in the class despite not having a single magic bone in your body. Grim was the one who was struggling. But the two of you counted as one student per Crowley’s agreement to let the both of you attend. You would be sure to answer all the questions and help him study later. Maybe you could get tutoring from Trey since it was his best subject. All you had to do was ask.  

You began to smile at the thought of Trey tutoring you, well, mostly Grim. You knew that Ace and Deuce would likely invite themselves to the session. They would ask why you were getting special treatment and they weren’t. Well, it was Ace who was more likely to ask that kind of question and make a spectacle. Deuce would probably punch his shoulder and apologize for the both of them.  

Maybe after exams it could be fun. You would organize a little study group with your friends this weekend. Maybe you would order a big greasy pizza to eat to keep all your favorite boys motivated to get their work done. As you rinsed your hair clear of suds, your hands fumbled around for your conditioner next. You hummed to yourself as you lathered and scrubbed. “Grim was right...” You chuckled as your shoulders began to sag and relax. Living in a new environment can be scary for many people. You weren’t immune to natural fears like monsters in the closet or ghosts wandering the halls. 

Your eyes shot open and you felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. You knew that Malleus often took his late night walks around Ramshackle. Could it be him hiding in the forest? Your hands slowed to a stop as you took a moment to process your theory. Sure he’s startled you in the past by creeping around the building and sighing dramatically knowing he couldn’t explore it as freely as he used to. But he never expressed interest in peeping on you.  

He wouldn’t do that. He often made his presence known by standing patiently near the black iron gate surrounding the perimeter. When you finally came outside, he would request some company until you were ready for bed. He wouldn’t hide in the forest to watch you through your windows. And you’re positive you would have seen him. He’s not hard to spot.  

The sound of the door opening caused you to lift your head and snapped you away from your thoughts. “Grim? Ugh- I told you to knock before you enter. Or at least say something.” You groaned in annoyance as you rinsed your hair clear once more. You were answered with the sound of the bathroom door shutting. Your eyebrows knit tightly as you stood under the water in confusion. “Grim?” You called out again and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the bathtub.  

They were much heavier than Grim. They sounded like boots. An electric current of terror shot down your spine and almost caused your knees to lock. You mustered some energy as your fight or flight kicked in. You began to shrink into the corner of the tub away from the assailant who was definitely not Grim. Your back pressed flush against the white, wet tile as you raised your hands to cover your nude, wet body.  “… Grim?” You called out weakly for the beast. But you knew it wasn’t him on the other side of the curtain. 

The shadow loomed on the other side of the frosted curtain. Your throat constricted as sounds of terror bubbled past your lips. You wanted to scream for Grim or even the ghosts to come to your rescue. Your body was shaking and you began to hyperventilate. The intruder began to noisily undress starting with their boots. The action was purposeful to incite fear within you. To get your adrenaline pumping. Like an animal chasing its food long enough to make it even tastier. Your bottom lip trembled as you finally shrieked. Your throat was scratched from the excessive strain over the sound of rushing water. 

Your eyes widened as the curtain was shoved aside by a pale hand. The sharp end of a blade was pointed at you as the man frowned with a worried expression. “Non, non! There is no reason to scream.” You recognized him as the Vice Housewarden of Pomfiore; Rook Hunt. You couldn’t recall ever holding a conversation with him. You knew that he was weird and that he had a fondness for all things beautiful.  

No one told you he was a psychopath that broke into women’s homes and watched them shower. “I apologize, mon farceur. I wasn’t satisfied with just admiring you from afar any longer. Seeing you so frightened… It wounds my heart!” He shook his head with an expression of dramatics. 

Rook’s usual blond bob was pulled back into a short ponytail. He was shirtless; his top discarded to the floor as he continued to undress using his left hand. The knife in his right hand remained pointed at your bare body. You swallowed a lump in your dry throat as tears began to well in your eyes. “You... You were watching me?” You whimpered and Rook smiled wide. “Oui!” The sound of his belt followed as it clattered to the floor near his boots, and he removed his socks with only his feet. He never stopped looking at you.  

“I have been watching you since we met. Seeing you every night was my personal ritual before I could seek peaceful rest at night.” He explained in a buttery soft tone as his pants had started to slip down his muscular thighs. “Seeing your beautiful expressions you haven’t shown anyone else... Watching you undress and shower... Seeing the way you would pleasure yourself late at night…” He trailed off as a dust of rough painted his cheeks. You noticed he had tan colored freckles dotting his nose. He didn’t have those when you noticed him in the halls at school. But you also didn’t look at him that often.  

His tongue swiped over his upper lip as he moved closer to the tub. The look in his murky green eyes left you cowering in the corner. You looked past Rook and towards the door with your tears finally rolling down your cheeks. Why wasn’t Grim coming? Where are the ghosts? Didn’t they hear you scream? Someone is going to come to your rescue.  

“Th-That’s very nice Rook… I’m flattered!” You croaked with a weak smile stitched onto your face. It took everything you had not to scream and cry and break down in front of him. Your eyes looked at him, then the long blade pointed at you. Rook was inching down his boxers now. The sight of his hip bone made you gasp. “Oh! There’s no reason to join me! I-I was just getting out!” You stammered as you tried to smile wider. But Rook only shook his head. “There is no reason to be bashful.” He grinned as he removed his hat and placed ot on top of your clothes and towel near the edge of the sink. 

Then, he stepped into the bathtub with you and closed the curtain.  

Your eyes darted back to the long hunting blade only centimeters away from your jugular. Each swallow would cause the metal tip to tickle your skin in the most unpleasant way possible. It was terrifying. “You have not yet washed your body. I only wish to observe you up close. You usually use oatmeal soap, with honey extract for your skin. It’s a wonderful choice! Roi du Poison would approve.” This conversation was abnormal.  

“That’s nice.” You smiled again as the knife pressed against the edge of your throat the closer Rook got. The water was now pelting and punching weakly at his back as he stood in the corner with you. The blade dragged slowly along your wet skin and you screwed your eyes shut. Your muscles tensed as you begged to whoever would hear your mental pleas that Rook won’t kill you. “Th-Thank you Rook. But… I think I want to get out of the shower.” Your voice was meek as you pried your eyes open to look at the curtain. You were too scared to look up at Rook.  

“You may, after I’ve showered as well.” He cooed as the blade ran along your collarbones, then down to the swell of your breasts. Your heart beat violently against your eardrums as he kept the knife pointed at you. Little raised lines were forming, causing the shampoo residue and steamy water to leave your new wounds aching and burning. His green eyes scanned over your naked body as you used your hands to cover your most delicate place. It was humiliating to have someone stare at you like this. As you whimpered and sobbed, Rook grabbed one of the bottles of your body wash from a metal shower caddy. “I would like to watch you bathe. Do not let me distract you.” He beamed cheerfully as your shaking hands grabbed the bottle of soap.  

You nearly dropped it.  

If you had an opening, you could hit Rook with it and run. But with the knife so close to you, you couldn’t risk it. If you got stabbed, that would make everything worse. “Where’s Grim? ... Did you do something to him?” You were fearful of the answer he may give but you needed to know if he was alright or not. You didn’t want anything to happen to Grim. The intruder just chuckled softly as he looked down at you with amusement in his gaze. “Monsieur Pelouche is sleeping heavily now. He will not be waking up for quite some time.” Rook assured you as you fumbled with the slippery plastic cap for your bodywash.  

The term ‘sleeping heavily’ could imply two things. Grim is dead, or Rook drugged him to keep him unconscious. “Wh-What about the ghosts..?” You asked nervously as you stared at the now open bottle in your wet fingers. “They are gone for tonight.” The confirmation that truly no one will come and save you left a stone sinking in your stomach. You choked back a pathetic sob as you poured some of the tan colored soap on your palm. Everything felt hopeless.  

You just had to do what Rook said until he was satisfied. First thing in the morning you would tell someone. Like Crowley or Trein, maybe even Sam. You didn’t know if there was a police station on the island but surely if you asked someone would help you. That is, if you lived through the night. You felt dizzy as the hot water burned your skin. The knife was still pressed against your stomach as you looked down at the soap in your hand and separated your fingers. The substance trickled down and only then did you see the lack of steadiness in your arms. You felt like you were going to vomit, or worse, faint.  

“Allow me to assist you.” Rook offered with no opening to refuse. Even as you vigorously shook your head in refusal the intruder wasn’t interested in listening to your cries. He placed his knife in the metal caddy before taking the soap from your hands. You tried cowering away, your feet nearly slipping on the ceramic flooring as you turned your body away from Rook. “N-No! Don’t touch me!” You begged as he coated his hands in soap.  

He roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled your body against his. You squirmed in disgust as his soap covered hands roamed all over your skin. His rough palms began to glide over your breasts as he tried to pinch at your nipples just to get a reaction from you. You clenched your jaw tight, squirming and twisting once a hand slipped between your thighs. “Ohh, mon farceur, you must be cleaned. You mustn't struggle.” He cooed as if he was trying to subdue an animal afraid of the soap and water.  

You hate it. 

“Let me go Rook please. I’m sorry- I really am. I don’t know what I did-” He shushed you from above as his soapy fingers began to stimulate your clit. Pulling back the sensitive hood as you shook in his hold and a wail slipped out of you. You wanted to scream for help again, despite knowing there wouldn’t be anyone to come to your rescue. You wanted to suddenly possess intense strength to fight Rook off of you. “This place needs to be cleaned as well.” Rook's voice dropped to a whisper as he rubbed delicate circles with his calloused fingers against your clit.  

The stimulation made your pussy flutter, betraying your feelings of disdain towards your attacker. If you let him do this, he would be satisfied and leave. Right? You tried to force yourself to relax. Leaning against his muscular body as he stroked and touched your pussy. You closed your eyes tight. All you could could do was sob and hiccup quietly as the circles moved faster. You couldn’t stop your hips from shaking and rutting into his touch. You were ashamed. Your face was on fire as Rook hummed against your ear. “This is how you like being touched, oui?” He asked and you gave a short nod in response.  

Rook had been watching you touch yourself for however long he’s been stalking you. It wasn’t a surprise that he knew how you liked it. “I haven’t seen you with anyone else in an intimate way other than yourself. Are you nervous, mon farceur?” The question left more tears rolling down your cheeks as you finally cracked open your eyes. You were relieved to see the world around you had blurred. But that relief was short lived.  

Rook suddenly slipped a finger into your hole, pushing and separating your twitching, velvety walls. The deeper he pushed; the more your body tried to reject and force him out. You tensed up and cried, your pleas becoming more desperate. “Please let me go! Please don’t do this!” You sobbed through a gasp as Rook began to pump his finger. He was trying to get your body to relax. He crooked the digit into a sensitive patch of nerves deep within you as you tried wriggling free again. Nothing was working.  

Your knees almost gave out as Rook supported you against his body with a thick, muscular arm. You could feel something pressing against your lower back as you grimaced in disgust. His cock was hard. You would rather fall, hit your head and die before letting him fuck you. “Let go of me!” You raised your voice, smacking and punching at Rook’s chest in terror. But the man was unphased. He only frowned with a soft tut of disappointment that you were resisting so much. His finger was pulled free as you tried to shove him away.  

Your eyes widened in alarm when you saw his erect penis. There was a curly bush of dark blond hairs at the base. It was flushed at the tip and both long and thick. With the foreskin pulled back to reveal the weeping, apricot colored head. It twitched and throbbed in excitement, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs and ready to be buried deep inside of you. The ground beneath you suddenly vanished and you gasped and grabbed onto Rook’s wet skin.  

You thrashed until your back was pressed firmly against the wet tile and you were folded in half with Rook pinning you from the front. His strong arms locked you into the position, keeping you folded with his elbows under your knees. You wanted to scream. You wanted the ghosts to come back and save you. You wanted Grim to poke his head into the bathroom, even though you told him a million times not to without announcing himself. “Rook no… Please- I won’t tell anyone…” You sobbed against his shoulder. Your face was hot at the feeling of your hole flexing, begging for him to push inside. It was just a bodily reaction. You didn’t want this. You don’t want him to do this to you. You never asked for this.  

It’s not your fault. You don’t deserve this.  

Rook hummed from above you, the wet, sticky tip of his cock nudged against your entrance as he adjusted himself against you. “Mon farceur, je suis désolé. I did want to be intimate much longer but…” He trailed off, slowly rocking his hips against your soaking hole. His throbbing shaft rubbed against your clit. Massaging it slowly as he coated himself in your clear slick. He pressed his body against yours as the tip poked at your belly button.  

You heard him laugh against your ear. He took the cartilage between his teeth as his hips pulled back. Just enough for the tip to start breeching your entrance as you dangled helplessly in his arms. “When you struggle, it turns me on.” The darkness in his voice made you cry even harder as he began to push inside of you. Stretching you out with his thick cock as you punched and shoved at his slippery shoulders. You felt like you were being torn in half. The burning pain made your toes curl as you dragged your nails against his skin. Pleading for it to hurt him and make him stop.  

But only got Rook to slide deeper inside of you. “You can take all of me. I know you can.” The blond groaned with a small stutter of shallow thrusts. All before his strong hips snapped against you. He was balls deep now. Twitching and throbbing inside of you as the two of you remained still and connected in the most vulnerable way. It made you sick. You tried weakly kicking but your body was running on fumes. You had no more fight in you. 

You rested your cheek against his shoulder. Holding tightly to his muscular body as his cock stirred deep inside of you. His pubes created an unfortunately delicious friction against your clit. It felt like he was inside of your womb, or even deep within your intestines where he shouldn’t be. You shook and trembled as he gave small ruts of his hips to help your constricting walls relax and get comfortable with the sudden intrusion. He wanted your body to mold to his shape and only his.  

Even if your nipples were hard and sensitive pressed against his chest, even if your eyelashes were clumped from tears, even if you couldn’t suppress your moans and whines, even if your cunt became wetter and wetter to give your assailant ease of access; you still hated it. “Ready?” Rook asked and you chose to hide your face in his neck and cry. It wouldn’t matter what you wanted. His hands massaged the soft flesh of your ass as he gave your body a gentle jump to adjust you. All so he had a better angle.  

Rook began to pound into you. The sensation was remorseless as your toes tensed and your legs bounced in tandem. You clenched your jaw trying to stifle your sounds as the wet slaps filled your ears over the sound of rushing shower water. With your body forcibly folded in half it allowed Rook to get deeper and deeper inside of you. Your head was spinning as he picked up speed.  

You hated your body for accepting him and the things he did. You hated Rook for doing this to you. A strangled wail left your throat when his cock began to pound into your cervix. His mushroom shaped tip jamming against the bundle of nerves made your stomach ache with pain as you struggled against him. Unable to move as you begged him to stop under an exhaled breath.  

He only laughed at your cries of pain. Deeper. Harder. Rougher. His grip on your body was becoming painful and the way his hips smacked into yours told you that you would have bruises left behind. Your pussy clenched hungrily around his cock from the pain, making him groan in pleasure as he mumbled into your ear a string of sweet nothings in a language you didn’t understand.  

He pulled away from your ear and forced his lips against yours. The disgusting feeling of his slimy tongue rubbing against yours made you cringe as you snapped your teeth together in fear. The taste of iron flooded your mouth as Rook pulled away suddenly, pounding harshly into your body with a teeth filled smile. His once pearly whites were coated in a sheet of blood that dripped down his lips and chin and onto your body. His cheeks were even redder from pleasure. He liked it. He liked that you bit him out of defiance. He said nothing as his hips slowed and he adjusted you on his cock. You sobbed again as he forced his hips against you, reaching even deeper somehow as your body shook from the agony and possibly an orgasm. You couldn’t tell if that was you cumming or if your body was ready to give up.  

The slow movement was driving you insane as the image of his blood soaked smile was burned into the back of your eyelids. You wished he would cum already. Or at the very least you would pass out from the pain. He continued to babble with excitement, his tongue continued to bleed as he stared down at you with a crazed expression. The violent twitch and throb of his cock made you feel ill as you knew what was going to happen next.  

“Je t’aime… Ohhhh I love you so much mon farceur!” He sighed in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppy. You were speechless. His hips stuttered to a stop inside of your twitching walls. Your nails dug deep into his flesh as he pressed you tight against the tiled wall. You winced in repulsion at the feeling of warmth flooding you and each throb of his penis. The thick load of sperm began to seep out of your abused hole. Leaving hot, messy, pearlescent strings to drip down and vanish in the slightly pink water. Where it would all be washed down the drain. 

“Beauté, mon farceur” Rook huffed happily as he licked your cheek with his wounded tongue. Leaving behind a streak of blood as you tried to turn away from him. His grip was like iron as you ragdolled against him. “The night is still young. I still haven’t had my fill of you.” The sound of his voice made your stomach churn as your eyes grew dry and defeated. You had nothing left to give.