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“Now remember, no talking once the blindfolds on, got it? Some of these people are real freaks, and they really don’t wanna be interrupted.” You smiled where Danny was fully dressed in his Ghostface outfit, nodding your agreement as he set up the brand new video camera you’d gifted him for your anniversary. “Yep no talking, and if I can’t safe word the buzzer is on the left side of the chair. Question, what does it take to get you calling someone a freak? We share a browser history and like, yikes.” Danny actually barks out a laugh at your mood lightening banter, unable to hold back his excitement for what was about to unfold.
"Maybe you'll find out, doll. Now gameface on, I'm starting the video." You nod again, shivering slightly as you watch him flick the camera on, focusing on making yourself look terrified and confused. "Mr. Ghostface, where are we? I thought we were just going back to your house?" Your faux falsetto sounds cheesy, but he'd ranted to you for hours about how the change from slutty porny to absolutely wrecked was exactly what his audience wanted. "Sorry sweetie, I just needed a little virgin for a sacrifice, nothing personal." He loftily waltzes over to you, the little devil horns mask feeling particularly festive this friday the 13th, before yanking your head back to tie the bright red blindfold over your eyes.
"B-but I thought it was supposed to be something we did together?" Though you weren't exactly into the whole virgin bit, you could follow your lines, at least until it got down to the 'improv' bits. "You really think I need a sweet little piece of ass tipsy off of cocktails to get some? It's cute that you're stupid too~" The mean words in the synthesized voice had your arousal growing, pretending to tug harshly on the rope binding your hands against the chair. A sharp pain across your chest has your arms going limp, acting like you were trying to flinch away, but intentionally emphasizing your curves for the camera.
A rough press of his finger digging more blood out of the cut has you whining, unconsciously pressing against his hand as he laughs low in his throat. "Gotta get something to make the marks." With a parting press, he drags his finger away, pressing it down again lower on your abdomen, drawing a little sigil with a surprisingly delicate touch. "Now to connect the runes~" His knife makes a reappearance, carving thin curved lines into your stomach as you squirm harder against the chair.
"Perfect! And now the.." He trails off, laughing maniacally in a way you find painfully sexy, before driving the knife directly into the center of his symbols."Energy Source!" Your whole body roars in pain, stomach burning with pain before he begins muttering something you can't understand in latin beneath his mask. The feeling of blood pouring from your wound has you almost faint, only years of trials within the Entities horror realm keeping you weakly conscious. The quick flick of a match followed by 13 candles lighting up much too quickly to be natural has your body suddenly feeling lighter, pain shifting to a warm kind of pleasant numbness.
"Oh Great devils, bring forth creatures and killers most foul, on this night of misfortune and terror!" You knew this was just fluff for the camera, but the bright flash of light even beyond your blindfold tells you whatever he'd done had worked. Though you can't quite make out what the noises mean, there's a few flashes of noise before Ghosface gives an absolutely giddy laugh. "First we've got some horror classics! What an absolute honor to have not 2 or 3, but 4 horror legends, plus yours truly present!" The air around you suddenly feels suffocating, a large hand locked around your throat and tilting your face up to press something hard and warm against your lips. A separate pair of hands splits your legs wide, finding your slick sex and making an adorably excited noise before laving a thick tongue against you, eating you deeper as you let out a shocked gasp.
Opening your mouth has the man at your lips shoving his cock down your clenched throat, loosening his grip enough to get his cock deeper. The person lapping and sucking between your legs is yanked off, a pleading noise coming from their throat before a throaty harsh voice scoffed. "If you aren't using it I am, move your hillbilly ass!" A sharp slap followed by what sounds slightly like a scuffle that you can barely follow with the steady thrusting down your throat keeping your brain oxygen deprived.
"Now, now ,gentlemen, please! Let's keep the violence to the victim! They have a perfectly good hole there, if you can share!" Ghostfaces voice swims in your mind as the cock in your throat is finally pulled out, allowing you to gulp in the air you'd been deprived of for a second before the unflinching hand is there again, seemingly determined to take the air you'd just gotten away as well. A rough hand at your sex slipping down to finger your open quickly has you gulping, sticking your tongue out to allow the man at your throat into your mouth again. He's much closer than you thought, his thick load streaming across your cheeks twice before he finally lays it on your tongue again, filling your mouth with the bitter fluid.
"Ooh! Bitches mouth is free, I'll take that!" The rough hand leaves between your legs to shove the man still harshly gripping your throat away, getting him to release his grip only for the same voice to make a surprised choking noise. Your attention was drawn back to two separate sets of calloused hands beginning to spread your saliva slick hole, as well as the stab wound on your stomach. The heat of them positioning each other over the chair to get the best angle has your desperate body nearly arching into the touch, but you knew better than to give in too quickly. The heavy push of both of them pressing in overwhelms you though, the other man coughing and hacking by your shoulder as he finally seemed to get released.
"Yer fucking lucky I'm on my best behavior, Trekkie asshole." Though his voice sounds even more hoarse than before, you can still hear the venom in his words, even if he does flinch around the edge of your chair. He seems to finally be free to access your mouth, though he doesn't quite seem tall enough, growling low in his throat before stepping up on the edge of the chair. Your mind is once again stolen by the heavy push and pull of the two men thrusting into you, legs lifted from the floor and spread wide enough to have your hips twinging. The one thrusting between your thighs makes a high pitched little keen, before you feel the weight of him pressing as deep as possible and cumming inside of you. The heat filling you has you shuddering, abdomen clenching and flexing in a way that has the man fucking that hole, groan low in his throat, guttural and almost muted behind some kind of mask.
The man between your legs pulls out, as the shorter man finally gets positioned on the chair, butting a strangely textured cock against your cumstained cheek before pressing it deep into your throat as he could go. Though the man fucking your face is much louder then the other one, the larger mans rythmic deep thrusts against the pleasure numbed center of your abdomen has all of your attention on him. Breathing through your nose makes it a bit easier than you anticipate to ignore the rough man in your mouth, keeping your teeth wrapped and your tongue moving just enough to keep him occupied. The same warm tongue as before laps at your sex as the deep load finally begins to leak from you, forcing you to clench around nothing.
A set of claws scraping against your scalp is the only warning you receive before his scorching hot cum is flooding your throat, hips thrusting harshly to butt against your nose as you swallow his sour load to avoid choking. "Jeesus they have a throat on 'em." The large man thrusting into the hole in your stomach seems to finally tire of the smaller man taking up the chair space, yanking him by the hips out of your throat to toss him aside, leaving the man to curse and swear as he picks himself up. Your body shook as the one licking you open pressed the one atop you deeper, working their mouth harder as you finally let out the moans that had been blocked before by the cock in your throat. A few more deep thrusts that have your guts squelching is all it takes before a cool plastic mask is pressing against your face, expressing the barest of affection before cumming within your stomach, moving slowly to ensure nothing else tries to come out of the hole in your abdomen as he pulls out.
He seems to take the one that’d been lapping at your leaking hole with him, leaving your body floating on the combined sex endorphins and whatever pain numbing pleasure the ritual was doing to your brain. Another little warping noise echoes around you, forcing your head back up as you finally hear Ghostfaces voice again. “There was round one of our little experiment! Are you having fun yet, sweetheart?” The false sweetness of his saccharine voice had you nodding thoughtlessly, mind already trying to pick through the fog to imagine what round two might be. You won’t be waiting very long, as the louder and longer echoing whoosh sounds around you, undoubtedly bringing more to play with you for Ghostfaces video.
“I hope you are, because our next guests have arrived! All Monsters in their own realms, Welcome to the Creature Feature!” Whatever creatures had been summoned seemed to have more patience then the previous set, taking a moment to observe your bound and unseeing form before making their move. A set of hands nearly large enough to dwarf your head grabs you by the shoulders, yanking you off the chair as if your bindings meant nothing, before taking you over to what felt like an alarmingly warm wall. Only when the huge creature moves can you tell it's alive, their own hands coming up to help support the weight of your ragdolled body, regardless of if the one holding you didn’t seem to need it. Despite their hesitance in the beginning, the one that lifted you seems intent to make up lost time rearranging you against the behemoth behind yous’ chest before sliding their cock once again into the hole in your stomach.
Though you’d thought the men before were plenty big, this one is bigger, splitting the skin around the wound to make more room inside your injured stomach. Each thrust has your abdomen bulging, desperate wet noises escaping your throat as they go harder with each choked breath, the one behind you finally reaching gloved hands down to spread your thighs. With as full as the first monster has you stuffed, you’re shocked when the other one butts a similarly large head against your leaking sex, rubbing against you twice before grunting their displeasure and moving a hand from your thigh to line themself up. “W-wait I don’t think it’ll fi-T!” Before you can even finish your words they’re shoving in, spreading you slowly but unflinchingly, not once stopping the steady pace in. To contrast, the one in front of you keeps their pace harsh and fast, none of the previous concerns of the first man present as they seem intent on yanking your guts out with their huge cock.
As the one behind you finally hilts themself all the way within you, the one jackhammering into your stomach finally stills themself, gripping your shoulders hard enough to leave huge hand shaped bruises as they let out a low groan of their pleasure. The heat of their release filling your stomach has you squirming, unable to get out words with how overstuffed the two large monsters had you. You almost expect the one in your stomach to keep going, but an absolutely terrifying hissing growl has them releasing your shoulders and removing themself from your stomach, turning to respond with their own low intimidating noise. A mismatch of textures takes their place, cold metal combined with a greasy almost faux fur coming up to rub against the exposed skin of your thighs and where the one behind you is deep within your hole. One of the thick fingers slips inside next to the bigger creatures cock, prompting a broken little whine from your throat before he removes it just as quickly, seeming to press up closer to your face instead.
Behind you, the huge being finally begins to drag themself out not even making it half way before pressing into you again, keeping their thrusts shallow but steadily rising in tempo, heavy metal weight resting overtop your head as they finally seem to find their rhythm. The fingers that had been trying to slip into your hole before instead move up to spread open your lips, the dirty mildew taste nearly making you gag, before the fingers shove far enough to intentionally have you gagging around them. You can’t stop the tears from forming under your blindfold, soaking through the fabric and darkening it enough for the one in front of you to notice. His laughter is almost human, but the metallic tinge to it completely throws that idea away, his gross tasting fingers finally pulling out of your throat to wrap around your already bruised neck, cutting off your airflow for the umpteenth time tonight.
Though the removal of your ability to breathe should’ve been your top priority, the sudden change in pace behind you draws your foggy mind instead, the full weight of their stature behind each deep thrust, the huge head of their cock spearing you open. One final leg shaking thrust has them unloading into you, gloves squeaking where they pinch against your sweat drenched skin, before immediately pulling themself out. Their cum leaks out after their huge cock, the heavy metal weight over top of your head vanishing, just for a warm wet tendril to trail down your spine and slip into your gaping hole. Even as you try to gasp, the heavy hand at your throat prevents it, another heavy weight moving to rest over your head in place of the one that had been behind you.
The creature in front of you finally decides what he wants to do, a series of clanking metal pieces echoing around you, before Ghostfaces low whistle sounds as well, obviously moving closer from the sound of it. “Now theres’ something you don’t see everyday, How does that work?” You try to focus on their voices to try to get a better grasp of what was undoubtedly about to go inside of you, but the writhing tongue that seemed intent on getting every drop that had been unloaded within you out stole that ability, instead drawing you wildly close to the edge you’d been on since before this round had started. “I just re-rigged one of the spring locks to get more use out of this old thing. Nothing too wild, I think.” Ghostfaces’ startled laugh at the monster in front of yous’ response draws your mind back, the combination of stimulation and his voice finally having you clenching and cumming around the tentacle pressing inside of you.
Behind you, the giant finally lowers your legs, resting them against the rough fur texture now seated in your chair from before. Though the texture of his cock brushing against your spread hole feels fleshlike, its shockingly cold and nearly squishy as it spreads your abused hole open. Your oversensitive body can do little more than tremble, the heat of your blood leaking from the hole in your stomach dripping down over where the man is slowly fucking you open again. You knew he could talk from his exchange with Ghostface, but he did little more then moan and let out more of those weirdly metallic groans, as he lifted you slowly up and down on his cock.
Even though it was cold inside of you, when he came relatively quickly that at least was warm, his whole body shuddering, before a loud snapping sound had you nearly falling back from the shock of it so close to you. Noticing your fear has the groaning man in front of you actually laughing, reaching to pull you closer before another clicking hiss has his strange hands leaving you entirely. A strong carapace lined appendage yanks you off of the still aroused yet slightly squishy cock, a spindley set of clawed hands wrapping around your chest to caress you like some kind of delicate thing.
Her secondary set of hands surprises you, the larger hands reaching lower to slip two claws within the hole still in your abdomen. You whimper your fear as the huge creature, absolutely dwarfing you with its size, begins the gentle process of pressing your organs to the sides. Even though you know the action should hurt more than anything else, the rituals magic keeps you blissfully hazy minded, pleasure the only thing suffusing through you. A slightly slick membrane-like texture brushes up against your stomach, the tip just barely nudging into the wound on your abdomen, before the large creature wraps you tightly to its chest, the hard ridges and shapes of carapace digging into your back.
One of her smaller hands tilts your face up, your mouth falling open on instinct alone before a sharp set of teeth butt against your lips, tempting you into slipping your tongue out to lick against them, before the towering creature chitters its approval down at you. The membrane against you rippled for a second, before a heavy cool weight pressed against your skin, splitting its way through your skin to settle firmly in your stomach. Though she pulled the membrane away, pressing a few more teeth heavy pecks against your face, she coddles you and the heavy weight in your gut closely to her spiked chest, the soothing chitters and clicks soothing your wrung out body. Her larger set of hands settle over the newly acquired bulge in your abdomen, claws touching against the edge of the skin before beginning the grueling process of sealing your skin back together.
Everything feels weightless around you as the hole you'd had created to start this whole ritual was closed with a combination of the large monsters' sizzling saliva and her surgically precise claws, sealing away whatever she'd packed inside of you. At the final burn sealing your wound closed, a deafening whoosh sounds around you, the previously soothing chittering becoming irate as you feel a pair of familiar gloved hands just barely brushing against your dangling leg. "Sorry Queen I don't make the rules, just got to make sure the drop doesn't kill them." Though the angry chittering pulses around you again, after a final sharp toothed bite to your shoulder, you're deposited like a well used toy against Ghostfaces' shoulder.
A sharp tipped tail gives you an almost affectionate squeeze to your calf before a final snapping pop echoes around the room, the magic finally beginning to fade. As your body slumps against your boyfriend, he stumbles slightly at the added weight, a supportive hand on your hip and non-bleeding shoulder is the only thing keeping both of you up. "Holy shit, we need to get you a bath. You smell like mold and old pizza." The change in brightness as he slides the blindfold off you has you flinching into his chest slightly, even though the only remaining light was three candles set away from the circle you'd been centered in, and the still steadily blinking red light of the camera.
Even with the heavy exhaustion settling over you, a little grin worms its way onto your face as you catch a glimpse of his obviously unzipped messy pants, tilting your face to kiss his red mask. "Bring the footage, I wanna see it before you edit it." Though he'd obviously worn himself out too, the way he almost gets giddy about your interest is cute, prompting him to shove his mask up just enough to kiss around your mouth. "See, this is why I love you, Well this and how you take alien eggs."