#nitewingbabi

It had been weeks. 

Several weeks since he last contacted you.

His last words played on a loop in your head, ‘would you really want me to?’ 

It was all you could think about, that deep voice that taunted you, his body that seemed to crush yours as he drived his cock into you like it was some sort of tool. His cocky mind games that seemed to always put you right where he wanted you. 

Your grades started dropping, sleep was harder to catch and don’t even get started on finding some kind of release. Nothing seemed to work anymore. It was like he made some sort of password on your orgasms that you couldn’t quite hack. 

It was Friday night, your phone sat idly by your side while you sat there with a blank document on your laptop screen. Nothing but your curser blinking at you, begging you to write something. Anything. Your eyes darted to your phone at any kind of notification that came through. 

“God what is seriously wrong with me?” You huffed, turning your phone upside down in hopes it’ll stop distracting you. And just as you were about to start writing your essay, something told you that the notification buzz that came through desired your attention. 

Missing my cock princess? 

Your heart began to race, your cheeks flushed a dark tomato red and you began feeling hot flushes all over your body. You opened the message to your texting chain, heart beat growing louder in your ears as your finger hovered over the keys to orchestrate a message. And as if he unlocked it with just those few words, your core began throbbing for the first time since you last saw him.

Wanna play a game? Winner gets whatever they want 

You pondered for a minute, wondering if you should engage with this psycho once again. 

He hasn’t done anything that horrible to me, if anything he’s left me alone more than I’d like. 

So if I win, I get whatever I want from you. Including your identity? 

You waited a few seconds before hitting send, knowing how risky of a message that would be. Did you want to know who was behind the mask? Behind everything that was slowly destroying your life? 

Yes. 

The question was, will the game be worth the outcome? You sat up, waiting for his next message to come through only to see your phone screen light up with his name. ‘GHOSTFACE’. You answered eagerly, holding the phone up to your ear and waiting to hear his voice for the first time in what felt like forever. 

It was quiet, just heavy breathing from his end almost in a Darth Vader mocking way. 

“Hello Y/n. Sorry I’ve been away for so long. Been a bit busy slicing up some kids. Did you miss me?” His voice teased and mocked you, an uneasiness ran up your spine as you tried to find your voice to respond. 

“What’s your game?” You decided to get right to the point. He chuckled darkly, a slight shiver ran down you and every hair on your body stood up at once. 

“A little trivia. Guess one right you get to keep going. Guess one wrong, well…we’re just going to have to see what we can do about the people in your lives, hmm? Maybe I’ll cut up your best friend first, you ever seen what someone’s intestines look like when they’ve been pulled from their body? Oy maybe I’ll cut out your mothers tongue? Serves her right for all the lies she’s instilled in you.” 

Tears brimmed in your eyes, you almost forgot everything that ghostface was about. A murderer, unhinged and mentally psychotic. So why were you so drawn to him? Maybe part of you knew him? 

“Are you ready baby?” His voice brought you back from your deep thinking. You nodded your head as if he could see you, and in his own way, he could. 

“Yes.” You huffed out, not allowing him to get the better of you. 

“What was the name of my first victim?” You weren’t prepared for these kinds of questions, your chest tightened. Mind scrambling to figure out what the name was, who she was. You didn’t know her well, she was almost a nobody. Someone who sat in the corner of the room avoiding people, someone no one would miss. 

“I’m waiting.” He hummed in a sing-song tune, you squeezed the phone in your hand, face scrunching as your physically tried to get yourself to remember. 

“Claire. Her name was Claire.” You didn’t know how but something inside of you just clicked and her name was in your mind. 

“Yes! Next round—“ 

“What? Why do only you get to ask the questions? I thought this was back and forth?” You cut him off before he could ask another question. Mostly out of fear and trying to buy yourself some time. Fearing of what he would do if you did lose. 

“My game, my rules baby. You’re playing my game.” His words pierced your ears. 

“Next question. How many people, will I kill tonight?” Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling it begin to close in on itself. Your mouth went dry and the sudden need to sit down cause your head was dizzy became apparent. 

The question almost felt like a dare, like whatever answer you gave him would give him his task. You worried that he would task himself whatever you said, but you also worried that it was a trick and that if you didn’t honestly try to guess, he would win. 

“H-how can I know s-such a t-thing? I-I’m not going to a-answer that.” Your voice trembled while he chuckled in reply. He loved to hear your voice shake. 

“Answer the question baby. Come on, take a guess.” He hissed the syllables through the phone at you, daring you to answer. You wanted to hang up, you wanted to block his number, you wanted to do anything not to have to indulge this freak anymore. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Is that your final answer?” 

Your bottom lip quivered, was this your final answer? Were you about to put your family in harms way to save the lives of someone else? 

“I’ll see you soon baby.” And the end call tone rang through the phone. Your heart began to race, throwing your phone onto your bed and making your way towards your bathroom. A hot shower would help clear your mind. But before you could even round the corner, your bedroom door shot open. The masked figure who had been haunting you for the last few months now, was running towards you. Knife grasped tightly in his grip as his other hand came around to wrap around your waist. 

“Think you can get away baby? There’s no getting away unless I say so.” You wriggled in his grasp, his frame was tight against yours and you could feel him bulging through his fitted pants. God how does something so wrong, feel so right? You stopped fighting against him, his knife dragging across your cheek, the coolness of the steel made you tingle. 

“I told you what would happen if you lost. Now you’ve gotta pay the price.” Your eyes widened as another ghostface stepped through the doorframe. Your blood ran cold, every hair stood up on your body and if you weren’t being held up you would’ve collapsed on the spot. 

“Come touch her, she’s probably dripping already.” He pushed his mask against your face, dragging it intentionally as his words dripped in lust. He wasn’t wrong, the excitement had gotten your panties quite damp. The thought of these two having their way with you was something you didn’t exactly oppose too. 

“P-please, I’ll be good. I promise. Just let me go and I’ll be good.” You whined against their touch, there were multiple sets of hands caressing your body now, Feeling every curve and crease. The second ghostface closed the gap, his body pressed firmly against the front on you while the other ghostface remained behind you still. 

The claustrophobia was killing you, all your air had left your body and your neck began to sweat profoundly. 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl while watching her take another cock in her mouth. I’m just hard at the thought of it. Feel.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling it down to feel over his pants. His erection protruding through the pleather pants he worse. Your pussy jolted at the feeling, and your fingers worked against you when they began grazing and wanting to grab at the member. 

“Get her on the bed.” He hissed at the other ghostface, you didn’t fight their grasp to move you onto your bed. Only stumbled in confusion waiting for them to figure out their next move. Your body was now on the bed, back against the mattress and head tilted back. Staring up at the first ghostface that held you. He looked down at your and tilted his head at you. As if he were trying to figure out what you were thinking.

You felt a tug at your ankles, your body sliding towards the edge of the bed a bit more and you looked down to see two gloved up hands wrapped around your ankles. They began to move up your legs, making their way slowly towards your core, tickling your inner thighs. You almost groaned in sexual frustration at the ache that was beginning to build. 

“Want me to touch you slut?” His hand continued to travel til it rested over your shorts before smacking down hard right over your clit. You almost yelled at the sting. Opting to keep quiet incase you said something that would punish you. 

“I said…do you, want me to touch you….slut!” He pulled a knife from his pocket, cutting away the material that hid you from him. 

He placed the blade gently against your thigh, you froze. He wanted you to reply to him. 

“Y-yes please.” You managed to whimper as you fought back a sob. He moved the knife over to the other side, grazing your thigh with it. 

“P-please…don’t.” You began to plead so he wouldn’t hurt you, his movements didn’t stop though. You looked up at the ghostface that held you down by your shoulders. His cock hung out of his cloak, darting up towards his stomach. The tip red and oozing pre-cum. He pushed it down, smacking your lips repeatedly until you opened your mouth and took him in. He groaned as he began inching his way down your throat. 

Feeling your throat give, bubble and choke around him. Your breathing picked up through your nose as you fought for oxygen. They both began laughing at you, it was humiliating. 

He began snapping his hips, each thrust more harsh than the last one. You for sure were going to have bruising on the back of your throat, it you survived after this. 

“F-fuck, your mouth always makes me feel so good baby. The way you choke, makes me wanna cum.” Your nails scratched at the fabric of his pants as you tried to get him to slow down so you could breathe. Without another second wasted you then felt the entry of the second ghostface, his warm cock entering your dripping cunt. 

He hummed as he entered, between the two you couldn’t tell who was bigger, but they both filled every inch of you. And as if in rhythm, they both began bucking and thrusting into you. Watching you slobber and moan in pain and pleasure. Face turning blue from the lack of oxygen and black spots appearing in your vision. They would bring you to the edge of blacking out before stopping for what felt like barely a second and then continuing their assault. 

You don’t remember seeing them remove almost all their clothes. Of course their masks remained on, one kept a black rib singlet on whilst the other stripped down completely. Your body being moved, you were now laying down on top of one of them, they began to line themselves up with your cunt once again. Entering without giving you time to even think about what was going on. It all felt like a vivid dream, hazy and blurry. 

He began to thrust, grabbing ahold of your hips and helping you curl your body to move with his. Groaning as you began to take control and grinding along his member, his hand came down hard on your ass. Watching you yelp out in surprise, the second ghostface appeared behind you, brushing his leather gloves over your nipples, squeezing at your fleshy tits and running over your body. 

“That’s right baby, feel his cock fill you up, this is how you like it. You like being fucked by one of us while the other plays with you? Like some fuck toy? Like some slut, begging for more until you can’t take it anymore.” You could feel how hot his breath was through his mask, a peppermint smell emitting from his breath. He pushed you forward, body now pressed against the ghostface that lay beneath you getting fucked.

“Cum all over his cock, I wanna see you dripping all over him.” Thrusts began hitting you deeper and deeper, sending you over the edge and your body going limp. He continued burrowing into you, riding you through your high and into sweet bliss. As your began convulsed and calmed through your orgasm, you felt hands pushing your ass cheeks apart, revealing your other hole. 

Your blushed crimson as you felt a leather finger trace over it, a ticklish but sensual feeling you had never experienced. 

“Wonder how well you’d take both of us.” His finger pierced into you, just up to the first knuckle bringing a loud gasp from your lips. What had you gotten yourself into? You shook your head before words could formulate. 

“P-please…n-n-not t-there.” You stuttered out the words as best you could, body exhausted already but your pleas only enticed the two more. Both laughing at your words, he propped himself up and pushed his way into you. You screamed and jumped forward, arms locked around you to hold you in place. Hips now pushed towards him and giving him a much better access point. 

“Don’t know it til you try it.” He pushed further in, snapping his hips to get his girth to enter you fully. Your cunt clenched around the other cock that still remained inside you. Lightly massaging your g-spot to keep you slick. Groans began filling the room as they both pounded in and out of you in crazy rhythm. It felt as if one was coming in whilst the other was pulling out. 

“Mh-Never been fucked like this have you slut? Two cocks just drilling into your tight holes and filling you up? You’re fucking frothing for it. Tell us how much you love it, how you’d only let us ever do this to you.” Your consciousness was coming in and out as pleasure ripped through your body over and over again. 

Your body began to convulse and you could feel your insides burning again for release. 

“Cum for us.” You didn’t know who said it, but it was a throaty growl that made you tighten and shiver. Your thighs began shaking violently as your pussy emptied out the cock and began flushing out your orgasm all over the body beneath you. Drenching him and the sheets as he stared in amazement. 

You once again collapsed from exhaustion, feeling arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you into the lap of someone, your holes still gaping so slightly from being stretched out for so long. Your legs were forced open and your arms were pulled behind your back. Your vision was foggy from the dehydration sweat that had dripped into your eyes from your brows. 

And then you felt it. 

The sucking, licking assault delivered on your swollen bud. Your thighs went to clench shut in reflex but they were locked in place. You looked down hazily to see his mask pushed ever to slightly up his face so reveal his gorgeous jawline and plump, red lips. He continued to search and suck on sensitive spots, bringing you to a constant teetering edge before ripping himself away before you can finish. 

Your nipples overstimulated from the constant, flicking and squeezing they were receiving from the man behind you. 

“P-please, let me cum, please. I just want to cum.” You pleaded desperately, toes in a constant curling state as you tried to chase that high you needed. You felt a smirk against your slick, before the harsh sucking motion to torture your clit, a painful but even more so, pleasurable euphoria. Black dots filled your vision as a choked out cry escaped your throat and your orgasm came crashing down on you once again. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fUCK!” You squealed like a pig for the slaughter, moving your body as much as possible to get away from the continuing overstimulation. And after what felt like forever your body was not being stimulated in any sort of way. Your eyes were barely able to stay open at this point and you just wanted to sleep. 

A grip on your chin brought your attention back to the two men in your room. 

“We’re not done yet.” They both stood and dragged your body from the bed, forcing you onto your knees and standing both in front of you. Both your hands came up, grabbing both firmly at the base of their members and beginning to massage. Heads cocked back and hips thrusting into your hands, they began chasing their own release. 

Swearing, groaning, degrading you as they got so ever close. And just before they could finish your chip was grabbed again, fingers finding their way into the corners of your mouth, forcing it open. Their tips were pressed against your bottom lip. White, thick, hot ribbons running down your tongue towards the back of your throat. Making contact with your uvula causing you to gag and choke. Fingers tangled into your hair and forced your mouth to finish off their dripping tips, cleaning them up of every last drop. 

“This was fun baby, need to do it again sometime.” They wasted no time to get dressed, shoving their drained cocks back into their briefs and covering their carved bodies back up. 

“Think she can take another one of us next time?” One asked the other, your eyes almost jumped out of your skull.

Another ghostface? They noticed your quick change in express and sudden regain of consciousness. 

“You’d be surprised how many of us there are baby, and how many of us are just dying to have your cunt wrapped around us. Behave and your family will be fine. Disobey us, and you’ll find out what pain really feels like.” 

“Til next time.” 

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Thank you all for being so patient! This has been long awaited for my beautiful fan base. I am sorry for the lateness of this piece, it has been a lot the last year and things have finally started getting sorted out again.