cw: mask kink, drugging, noncon, choking, slapping across face, dacryphilia, cumplay, dark
read at your own peril~
"No, no, no!" I scream, ripping up carpet fibers as my nails shred across the rough material. A sob leaves my throat as I kick at the hands grabbing at my legs, trying to land a more forceful blow while I try to crawl away. The larger body frame overtakes mine, grabbing at my throat as he placed a towel over my mouth and throat.
The slightly sweet taste fills my mouth as the world flutters around me. Weaker hands grip at the arms around me, trying to pull them off but falling flat as the world is swallowed in darkness.
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"Hey!" comes a gruff voice from the shadows followed by a burning pain that rushes in my face. The pain happens again, and I jerk awake to find myself staring at Ghostface. The person behind the mask tilts his head a bit as he crouches down over me. "Oh, see, there's the pretty girl," he whispers in a voice laced with excitement but also mocking.
"Who.. are.. you?" my voice tumbles over itself, falling flat in the silence. He groans a bit, shaking his head a bit in.. disappointment? He makes a soft sound of disapproval as he reaches out, grabbing my chin forcefully in his hand.
"What? Do you live under a rock? Haven't seen the cult classic, Scream? Don't you know you gotta figure out who the killer is?" his voice is mocking again, this time more menacing as his thumb traces my lips.
"Killer?" my voice comes out as a squeak, dying in my throat as terror floods my body and I find a cold feeling sinking into my limbs.
"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you really, really bad," he whispers in a voice that's meant to intimidate me, but the moment washes over me and nervous laughter bubbles from my throat.
"The Joker? Not even the good one?" more anxious giggles follow as I find my original fear falling away. He makes another sound of frustration, his hand slapping across my face so hard that for a moment everything dances with black fuzziness. As I recover, I find his hand closing around my throat, flexing and cutting off my air supply.
"Wait...." comes out a weak plea as my nails rip into the flesh of his hand. The fear returns full force as I sob brokenly as his grip does everything but loosen. His other hand roams, groping, grabbing, squeezing. The choice of my dress comes back to haunt me as he pushes it up, the material of my panties easily ripping apart in his hand.
"No, no..." my voice is weaker, fuzziness creeping in around the edges from the pressure on my throat. He pries my thighs open with bruising force, his elbow slamming against my knee and making me yelp in pain as he pushes between my legs. Warm tears roll down my face as I continue to try and pry his hand off, kick at him to get away. There's no escape.
The rough feeling of his cock through my folds fills the silence with a soft squelching sound that has me freezing. Laughter follows quickly after as his hand around my throat slackens, instead yanking my head down until I'm forced to focus on his cock rubbing along my pussy.
"You're fighting, you're crying, but you're fucking soaked," he almost praises, a sick smile heard in his voice, "Are you getting off on this? Fucking slut..."
As soon as he stops speaking, he shifts and slams every inch of his raw cock deep inside my tight walls. A scream leaves my throat at the intense stretch, unable to move as he holds my neck tightly to watch the way his cock disappears inside with every roll of his hips.
"You're raping me," I accuse, more tears rushing down my cheeks as I defiantly manage to yank my head away from his grip. The Ghostface leers at me, thrusting a few times extra harshly for emphasis as lewd sounds fill the room.
"And you're enjoying it," he accuses back, leaning in as his presence overwhelms me against the floor.
"Fuck you," I groan, a whine escaping as his cock rams deeper, rubbing against the most sensitive spots as I feel my whole body coiling in pleasure despite the disgust filling my stomach.
"As you wish," he laughs, placing his hand around my throat again, this time for leverage as he fucks into me harder. Despite myself, soft gasping moans leave my throat as he rams so deep inside that pain dances with pleasure. His soft grunts fill the silence as he shifts, pulling one of my legs up to dangle over his arm while he bends the rest of me in half.
Fresh tears rush down my face as the new angle reaches deeper than I thought possible. "Wait, please..." I find myself begging as my whole body arches against his involuntarily. He groans in appreciation as my pussy tightens, convulsing messily around his shaft as I sob brokenly while I cum. Hot cum spurts across my pelvis and belly as he pants above me, stroking himself until he finishes.
"See, such a pretty girl," he admires, spreading the cum across my tummy and down across my pussy. Shaking my head, I try to find the strength to pull away, but I just lay there limply as my body pulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I need you so bad. You were the only one who pissed me off so bad and made me do things I never wanted. God I miss you. But you’re the sun and I’m the moon.