Scream for Us // Danny Johnson/Billy Loomis/Stu Macher/Reader
A chance encounter with the Ghostface! Turned sexual! Not clickbait!! (Real) Reader has become a target of the Ghostface murderer, but they find themself outmatched with... three Ghostface killers?! Enjoy having Danny, Billy and Stu all to yourself. Dirty slut (loving).
Content Warning: BDSM (bondage, blindfolds, impact play, DP, DVP, TP, spit-roasting, choking, CNCish), anal penetration, degradation/mocking, cum eating, snowballing, oral sex (receiving and giving), blood play, hair pulling, biting, wound fingering and no aftercare (this is the worst one out of all of these honestly. Absolutely demolishing Reader and no aftercare?! Maybe they are monsters after all, chat).
Pronouns used: She/They
Length: 8,120 words. 5,536 is the smut.
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It was just supposed to be a regular night for you, just like all the other ones. You cook dinner while commercials play in the background, some of them calling your attention, but, ultimately, you keep an eye on your food. Once your food was made, you would carry it to your living room, set it down on the table and pick out a movie. It was getting colder outside, with leaves changing colors and dying, falling onto the grass and concrete, coloring the once green world with shades of red and yellow. Halloween was approaching in only a month, and you could feel it in the air, tingling your skin, a giddiness arising within your chest; so a scary movie was what you had planned for dinner tonight. Perhaps you'd go with Halloween itself, but you wouldn't make a final decision until you've carefully considered every horror movie at your disposal.
But your plans weren't going past dinner. As you stood over your stove, lightly shifting from foot to foot as you moved to season the chicken in the pan or stir one of the sides, you felt a chill rush over your spine, making you shiver and gasp quietly. What was the spiritual significance of that again? Someone walking over your grave? Perhaps that's all it was. Just a random cold-chill. Then it happened again, and you groaned in mild frustration, knowing full well you didn't leave any of your windows open. With an aggravated huff, you set the wooden spoon you were using to stir down on the counter, turning to face your living room. You froze as you watched your curtains flutter lightly, occasionally exposing the plexiglass underneath. Your heart raced in your chest, drumming violently within your ears. How could you not hear it open? Yet you made no move to go close it, licking your drying lips as you stared it down, eyes frantically scanning the immediate area around the window; nothing else seemed disturbed, which gave you a sinking feeling within your stomach, a creepiness blanketing your skin. There was a serial killer on the loose, but... surely it wasn't him. It couldn't be. What would he gain from even watching you? You felt almost too average for his tastes, despite that being his preferred victim type. The boringly normal.
"Whatever." You groaned, peeling your feet up from the floor as you walked to close the window. Your heart beat harder the closer you got, mentally preparing yourself for someone to jump through it the minute you got close. But nothing of the sort happened. Your trembling hands grabbed the top of the window and slammed it down, immediately locking it into place, your curtains fluttering to a still. Sweat beaded across the back of your neck as you stared outside, trying to see if anyone was lingering within your yard. Nothing. No one. It was dark out anyways, so it wasn't like you'd be able to see anyone if they were wearing darker clothing. You shake your head and sigh through your nose, stepping back and pulling your curtains shut again, soothing the fabric with a single hand before you turned around again.
Maybe you should've jumped out of your window and booked it for the neighbors house, because standing in your kitchen, just where you had stood? A man in all black, casually tending to your food as if he was helping you out. A familiar chill washed over your body, goosebumps spreading all across your skin, your legs heavy as you gawked at the man's back. He was in a long jacket it seemed, something that both hugged and hid his figure, but you could tell he was strong underneath it. A few odd straps hung from him too. Fuck, what a freak.
"He~ey, that smells good~" A voice coming from your left made you jump, your head snapping towards the sound. A Ghostface mask was within your line of sight, and your heart dropped down to your feet, eyes wide as you watched the other man step from your hallway, that stark white mask staring towards you. You couldn't breathe for a second, all the air in your lungs was removed, leaving you with a slightly agape mouth, struggling to breathe back in.
"Doesn't it? Our little toy knows how to cook." The man at your stove spoke this time, and you heard the clicking of the burner nodes getting flicked off, followed by the sound of pots and pans being moved off the stove and set onto their respective places on the counter. As he turned, you could see his mask too. Another Ghostface. Bile churned up towards your throat as fear coated your insides, spoiling your appetite. They were both pretending like you weren't there watching them.
You felt a hand sliding over your shoulders, making you finally suck in a large breath while also making you shudder. You didn't want to look. Who the fuck else was in here?! But you gulped down the saliva that pooled in your mouth, slowly turning your head, only to whimper out when you were met with a third Ghostface mask. This had to be some fucked up prank, right? This one tilted his head, his fingers digging into the shoulder furthest from him, his other hand raising, the tip of his knife shining from the light in your kitchen. Tears welled up in your eyes now, and the Ghostface from the hallway shook his head slightly.
"You're scaring her, dude! C'mon, we just wanna play a game or two, baby."
"The whole fucking point is for her to be scared, dumbass," the one closest to you lightly poked his knife against your cheek, watching as tears flowed freely from your eyes, rolling down the blade and dripping from the handle, "look so pretty with tears all over your face, baby. Can't wait to see more of them." He yanked you close, nicking your cheek as he did, causing you to hiss as the saltiness of your tears stung the cut. You shook in his grasp.
"I think the two of you aren't helping either of your cases." While the other two seemed to have similar voice modulators, the one who took over your meal prep had something deeper, and a little more crackly. Getting a quick glance between the two who bickered, they were wearing the same outfit too. Some pitch black robe with weird frayed tendrils hanging off the large bell sleeves. Your lower lip quivered as you looked between the three of them. No one knew there were three Ghostface killers, or, at least, it wasn't ever mentioned in the media. Seemed like it would be an important bit of information to share if anyone did know it, though.
You swallowed thickly, your eyes fixated on the one in the kitchen, watching as he tilted his head at you before he calmly raised his hand, using his index and middle finger to beckon you with a come-hither motion. Your whole body shook harder, keeping your in the arms of the other Ghostface, who clicked his tongue in annoyance at you seemingly not wanting to move. How could you when he still had his knife to your cheek and a firm grip on your waist?! But the Ghostface who beckoned you... you could feel his eyes boring into you, attempting to burn a hole through your body with just his gaze. It made you whimper again, and you squirmed experimentally, testing to see if your captor would release you. Fuck, thank god he did. On uneven legs, you carefully crossed your living room, your mind racing a mile a minute; you could try and run for the front door, but it was deadbolted, chain locked and locked, so you wouldn't have enough time to even get one of those unlocked before one or two of the Ghostfaces were on you. You're going to die tonight, huh? The thought made you cry more, your throat tight and hot while you gripped onto the sides of your shirt, audibly sniffling. The walk to your kitchen felt like it took hours at this point, but you finally stopped before the Ghostface, refusing to look up at him as you cried. Leather against your cheeks made you jump and jerk back slightly, but his grip tightened to keep you in your place. He tightened his grip in a warning. He tilted your head up, the rough leather brushing just under your eyes, smearing the tears across your skin.
"Aw, dollface, don't cry just yet. We haven't even done anything to you," you could hear the smug grin on his face, "c'mon, we interrupted your dinner. Take a few bites for me. You can do that, can't you?" He stepped to the side to turn around, sliding his hands off your face in process, though now one rested on your hip, the masked man guiding you towards the pots and pans he moved to the counter for you. You didn't want to eat anymore, the night has soured beyond belief and your appetite with it. You felt like you might throw up if you ate something, but as you both stopped in front of the food, he was already moving to pick up a fork, easily cutting into a piece of chicken before he stabbed it, gathering a few steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes onto the backend of the fork, holding the bite up to your lips expectantly. You looked up towards him with your lower lip quivering, the hand on your hip massaging as if to comfort you. The silence in the air was thick, heavy, and it made you want to scream at the top of your lungs. That would end with a knife slitting your throat though, you were certain of that. Defeated, out of options, you looked away from the Ghostface, slowly parting your lips, half expecting him to shove the forkful of food halfway down your throat, but he didn't. He eased the food into your mouth, resting the bottom of the fork against your tongue so you knew when to close your mouth, and he dragged the utensil from your lips, watching as you chewed. Once you swallowed, he reached to pet your head, sending a shudder down your spine. God!! Freak!!
"Taste good?" The hallway Ghostface spoke so close to your ear now, making you jump and instinctively shove up against the one who fed you, who chuckled at your actions as he stroked your head again, "Aw, baby, we ain't that scary, right?" He tilted his head at you before he stood at his full height. Surely, his boots made him an inch or two taller, but he was definitely taller than the first Ghostface, "Dude, I'm starving, lemme have a few bites before our main event, ma~n." He was whining, eying up your dinner.
"Jesus, dude, you're supposed to be a scary killer, remember? And you're letting your fucking stomach dictate you right now? Seriously? You're pathetic." The third man spoke up, his annoyance clear despite the voice modulator. They liked to bicker a lot it seemed. Old friends, maybe? They had a chemistry together, the two of them, while the one you currently leaned on seemed to be more of a loner. How the hell did they all even come together?
Hallway Ghostface shrugged off the other, taking the fork from the first Ghostface's hand, gathering up some of the meal onto it before the piece of chicken he stabbed ran into the mouth of his mask, making him snort and giggle, "Oops~ Forgot about this damn thing," he lifted his mask just enough to expose his mouth, and you watched as he ate. His jaw muscles flexed, his tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and he hummed in delight, "fuck, that's good shit. I can take some of this with us when we're finished, right?" His real voice cut through this time, and your heart beat quickly. He took another bite, setting the fork down on the counter. He savored this second bite, licking his lips again after he swallowed, turning towards you with a wide grin on his face, "Compliments to the chef~" He leaned down and captured your lips into a kiss, your eyes widening at the action. You whined, pulling your head back.
"Wh-What the fuck--" Your voice shook as you spoke. The man giggled again, reaching with a singular hand to hold the side of your neck, his thumb stroking at the column of your throat while his other fingers rested on the back of your neck. He leaned in close to you again, his grin resting on your lips now, his breath wafting over your skin as he whispered to you.
"We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, not unless you want us to that is," he leaned closer, his upper lip against yours, "do you want us to hurt you? We'd love to hear you beg for it." He kissed you again, sparks littering your skin, igniting a fire in the pit of your belly. It wasn't overly rough, just enough pressure to feel that he was eager for the contact, his lips moving almost sensually against your own. It made your head spin, and you found yourself matching his kiss, leaning into him a little even. The attention felt nice. You felt needed, wanted. Desired. You were so engrossed in the kiss that you didn't notice the third man had approached, his hand burying itself into your hair near the roots, and he yanked harshly to peel you away from the kiss that had yet to get too heated.
"Don't be a fucking greedy bitch, Stu." He growled, his own voice catching you off guard, though he didn't give you time to linger on it before his own lips were on yours. His kiss was rougher, more dominating, and he made quick work of slipping his tongue into your mouth, lulling a moan from your lungs.
Stu scoffed dramatically, then pouted, "Fuck, Billy, we weren't supposed to use our names, asshole." He nipped at your throat, his hands resting on your hips now and massaging in circles. You groaned at the feeling. One of your hands had reached to grasp onto Stu's cloak, your other hand gripping onto the unnamed Ghostface's jacket. Your head spun harshly, your senses overwhelmed when you felt Billy's other hand roughly groping at your breasts, attempting to pinch your nipples through the fabric of your shirt and bra, eliciting a lewd moan from your throat, though his mouth swallowed it down.
"You're both greedy bitches, Billy," he finally spoke again, wrapping his leather hand around your wrist, prying your grasp from his jacket and moving your hand down, making you cup his hard cock through his pants, "but I don't think our little toy minds, hm?" He rubbed against your palm, tilting his head down at you as you were released from Billy's kiss, leaving you panting, "Do you mind us being greedy, dollface? Hmm?" Your eyes were half-lidded as you gazed up towards him, your head shaking from side to side. You felt his dick twitch against your hand. "Thought not, dirty slut." Your cunt clenched slightly at his words, his mask soon leaving your vision as Stu hoisted you up and over his shoulder with ease, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his dark cloak as he carried you down the hallway.
Was this really happening? Were you about to get fucked by not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces? The thought excited you in a way, heat spreading throughout your face, down your chest and settling in your abdomen. Arousal coated your underwear, you could feel it seeping out and slicking your labia. You lifted your head slightly, watching as the two other men followed behind Stu, who was pawing obsessively at your ass and thighs, making you shudder and grip onto his clothing tighter. It wasn't long before you felt your back hit your mattress, though you didn't have time to get adjusted with Stu slipping his knees up between your legs, parting them, making them rest on his hips. To your right, near the top of your bed, Billy joined, settling on his knees near your head, drawing your attention briefly before the unknown man settled on his side on the opposite side of you, his head rested on his hand as he stared you down. His hand reached to grasp your jaw tightly, the man scooting closer, his forearm above your head so he could lean over you, his voice a seductive, though harsh, purr as he spoke again.
"You ready to scream for us, doll?" Your legs squeezed Stu's hips and he grasped your hips tightly, tugging you up against his crotch, which he ground against you with a shakily exhale.
"Fuck yeah she is." The man sounded exhilarated, eagerly rocking his hips against you, rubbing your underwear up against your clit, making you gasp and whine, tilting your head back slightly. Your lips hung open as you whimpered at Stu's grinding, though the Ghostface tapped your cheek, bringing your attention back up to him. This was already too much to focus on! And that must've been obvious, as the man hovering close to your face chuckled lowly within his throat, tilting his head a little.
"Uh oh, boys, I think we're overwhelming our little doll already," he shifted slightly to push his mask up with his other hand, just enough that his lips were exposed, "ain't that a damn shame, princess." He kissed you finally, like a man starved. Unlike with Stu and Billy, this man kissed you ravenously, gripping your jaw so hard you swore he would leave bruises, his lips moving eagerly against yours. If he wasn't wearing gloves, you knew he would be digging his nails into your skin, perhaps even making you bleed from his grip alone. That thought made you moan softly, giving him enough opportunity to slip his tongue against your own; he tasted overly sweet with a heavy mix of coffee, but you weren't complaining, the hint of vanilla lingering on his tongue was welcome.
You heard Stu giggle again, grinding against your pussy a little rougher, while Billy grabbed at your wrist, bringing your hand up to his bare cock. Your fingers wrapped around it, the appendage hot and heavy against your palm, making your legs squeeze around Stu once again, your pussy fluttering. With a loud whine, you started stroking his length, pushing your hand down to the base before dragging it up to his tip, your thumb massaging the underside of his cock as you moved. Billy shuddered out a breath, settling a bit more into your mattress as you worked, his eyes watching your face intently for a moment before he reached to grope at your tits again. Stu pulled back a little, just enough to grab the edges of your pajama shorts and underwear, pulling them off your body with ease, the man gawking down towards your wet pussy. His cock throbbed in his pants, another exhilarated exhale escaping him as he brought his gloved fingers up, pressing them against your entrance but not pushing it, instead dragging his index and middle finger up to your clit, gathering your arousal; his hand withdrew slightly so he could spread his fingers and watch as you strung between the digits.
"Shit, guys, I don't think they're gonna need prepped much," he leaned over to smear his wet fingers onto Billy's cock, something to make your hand glide over him, "fuck, Danny, dude, can I go first this time? Pretty please?" You were released from Danny's clutches after what felt like eons, gasping and panting desperately as your lungs inflated, burning warmly as air flooded your body again. Billy had started to lightly rock his hips, using your hand to fuck himself, his head tilted back slightly as he panted quietly behind his mask. Your eyes watched as Danny licked his lips slowly, making you squirm in place. He smirked deviously down at you, caressing your cheek almost tenderly.
"Well, dollface, can he go first? Get you all nice and wet for us?" Danny's lips pulled back a bit more to show his teeth, his canines sharp as he lapped his tongue over them, "We wanna be able to slide ri~ight on in." You had no idea what the trio had planned, and, quite frankly, your brain was frying already, and all they've done is kiss you and make you jerk one of them off, so you nodded, shuddering out a gasp as Stu slapped your bare thighs with enthusiasm, the man pulling his dark cloak up to hastily undo his belt. Billy pinched your nipple over your clothing, grabbing your head and forcing you to look over at him, his gloved hand resting on the back of your head soon, pulling you towards his aching dick.
"Suck it, bitch," eagerly, your lips parted just as Stu stuffed his entire cock inside of you, a moan ripping from your still burning lungs, vibrating Billy's cock, "shit." He groaned, keeping a firm hold on your head as he started thrusting into your throat, making you gag for a second, your cunt squeezing around Stu in time. Both men groaned loudly in unison, their thrusts both powerful, but different from one another. Stu thrusted in, hitting your cervix with a bruising force, Billy pulled his hips back. Keeping a cock buried inside you for every second of this encounter was their goal.
Danny shuffled next to you, his hard dick pulled from his jeans, the man guiding your hand to him. You hollowed your cheeks when you felt his Jacob's Ladder piercing against your fingers, a pathetic whimper escaping your throat, your legs jerking in Stu's grasp. Seriously? A fucking Jacob's Ladder?! And it was a full set too, from the feel of it at least. The thought that it was going to be inside of you, rubbing against your walls... it drove you insane. You were already certain that Stu had a piercing, something near the tip of his penis, because you felt it rub into your g-spot every few thrusts, but that was nothing compared to how Danny's piercings felt in your hand alone. Maybe they did plan to kill you, but from overstimulation and orgasms. Hell of a way to go, you figured. With a hiss, your head was yanked off Billy's cock, the man rubbing his wet shaft against your cheek for a second before he released you from his grasp, clicking his tongue. You didn't need to be guided to Danny's cock, simply turning your head and taking him into your mouth. He stretched your lips a little more than Billy had, and you noticed you couldn't take all of him, not without relaxing your throat a lot. Not to say that Billy, or even Stu for God's sake, are small, or average, quite the fucking opposite, but Danny seemed to be thicker, longer. Fuck, heavier. Even if by just a little. So focused on sucking the man off, you didn't notice Stu lifting your lower body up while Billy pushed you onto your side a little, just enough so he could lay down and have you on top of him, your back against his chest. Your hand stayed at the base of Danny's cock, your palm flat against his body, your fingers sprawled up to rest on his abdomen, your head eagerly bobbing as your tongue swirling around his length.
It wasn't until you felt another dick pushing into your pussy that you dared to pull back from Ghostface, but his hand shot out, gripping your hair near the roots as he kept your head in place, "Ah, ah, ah, dollface. You're gonna take it like the good little whore I know you are and keep sucking my cock, got it?" He reveled in how you whimpered pathetically around him, a loud moan muffled as Billy pushed his entire length inside of you, stretching your pussy around his and Stu's cocks, "Such a good girl for us. You're doing so well, letting us use your body. Fuck, I bet you like that, huh? The Ghostface killers stuffing you full. Dirty fucking slut."
Stu whistled out, picking back up his thrusts, his hands gripping just under your knees, "Always stealin' my thunder, Billy," he tutted, slamming his cock deep and sitting still, grinding roughly against the other man's cock, pushing into your cervix harshly, "so not fair, man." He reeled his hips back to slam into you again, making you scream around Danny. Tears began to spill from your eyes again, your nails digging into his skin slightly, making him softly groan. Shifting just enough, you managed to turn your torso a little to put your other hand on Danny's hip, gripping onto him for leverage as the other two thrusted unevenly into you, taking turns hitting your cervix. It was too much, and you pushed the cock into your throat, your pussy fluttering a few times before clamping down onto the hard dicks buried inside of you. Your orgasm washed over you in almost painful waves of pleasure, your body tensing up between the three men before you relaxed in their clutches.
Billy growled underneath you, ripping your shirt down the middle, your bra soon falling to that same fate, his gloves groped your bare flesh greedily, roughly palming your tits, molding them with his hands as he thrusted harder; he rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching the perked flesh and tugging, "We didn't fucking tell you to cum yet, bitch," he hissed, pounding against your cervix rhythmically, "stupid fucking slut, thinking you can just fucking cum whenever you please." His voice was low, growling and domineering.
"Aww, ease up on 'em, Billy. Poor thing couldn't help it~" Stu cooed so sweetly in your defense, unrelenting in his thrusts despite your orgasm making you sensitive, "It'sa compliment, buddy. Don't be ungrateful."
Danny pet your hair as you sucked on him desperately, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming sensations the other two were giving you. He hummed in his throat, tilting his head curiously as he watched you, "Think you can handle a third cock, baby?" He grinned when your eyes widened, those tearstained eyes rolling up to meet his mask. You tried to speak around him, having to opt for shaking your head. There was no fucking way you could handle all three at once. Your pussy would be sore, stretched. They might fucking break you! But Danny chuckled, stroking his fingers through your hair soothingly, "Aw, sweetheart, I wouldn't shove it into your pussy. Surely you know that, right?" You clenched around the two cocks that had begun to stutter in their movements, their thrusts uneven and sloppy.
"Sh-Shit. Gonna have to hold off on that, Danny." Stu moaned out as he pushed himself to the base inside of you, his cock pulsing as he climaxed. Billy wasn't far behind him, using his cum as additional lube before he shoved deep to cum. The heat of their cum quickly melted into your own, their cocks pumping a few more times, cum smearing between them before slowly leaking out of you. Some of it stuck to your skin as they pulled out. Danny pulled out of your mouth, your body empty as it shook. Billy pushed you off him, sliding out from underneath you while Stu and Danny traded places; not a moment to catch your breath before Danny was gathering his friends' cum onto his cock before shoving into you, thrusting quickly and harshly, making you cry out. Your puffy walls tightened on him, only making him thrust harder, ramming his dick more snugly against your cervix with each inward thrust. A soreness began to form in the pit of your stomach with each direct hit. Loud, whorish moans flooded the room, drool covered your chin and cheeks, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and neck. Your moans didn't live aloud for long, not with Stu grabbing your head and tapping his wet cock against your lips, prompting you to clean him off. You obliged happily, bobbing your head a few times before you were being pried away to clean off Billy.
"I think it's time to begin the next act," Danny huffed out, his hands gripping your hips impossibly tight, fingertips digging into your flesh in hopes you bruise, "get 'er all nice and comfy while I fuck her." You could feel each rung on his Jacob's Ladder rubbing into your walls, occasionally snagging against your entrance, making you moan hotly; you were too focused on how the dick inside of you felt, you weren't paying attention to the other two as they produced a blindfold, some handcuffs and a collar. Stu pushed you up by your shoulders, just enough that your cunt squeezed around Danny's cock, making both of you moan in unison, and Billy was quick in pulling your arms back, cuffing your hands together before securing the collar around your neck; he latched the chain ends to their respective anchors, the metal cool whenever it grazed your spine, making you gasp. A blindfold was fitted over your eyes next before you were dropped back onto the bed, your back arching off the mattress to flee from the chilling chain, and to ease the weight on your bound hands. A few more brutal, deep thrusts before you were empty again, a helpless whine sounding from your lips.
"H-Hey--" You tried pathetically, only to find yourself being flipped onto your stomach. Danny guided you onto your knees, and the bed dipped as he added his weight, his cock finding home within you immediately. This angle was more diabolical; his piercings rubbed against your g-spot viciously with each thrust, easily and quickly driving you to your second orgasm. Your legs shook, your teeth gritting before your mouth fell open with a high pitched moan, some fluid rushing down your inner thighs as it soaked your bedsheets. Another whimper fell from your lips, pleading words danced on your tongue: I need a second, is what you wanted to say, but a hand in your hair melted the words into a gasp, and a cock being shoved down your throat pushed any plea back into your lungs. Tears began to soak the blindfold as overstimulation flooded your senses, numbing your fingers and warming the base of your head. Danny's leather hand collided with your ass cheek harshly again and again, hitting the same spot as he abused your cervix and g-spot repeatedly. You felt a little dizzy now as your basic senses were overwhelmed, unaware of the lewd, gargling gasps you emitted as Stu thrusted into your throat, his hands gripping your hair tightly, his own piercing gliding against your uvula.
You caught a flash of light through your mask, your brows knitting slightly. What was that? It happened again, and again, on the fourth flash, you heard the sound of a camera shutter. Pictures. You were being photographed.
"Get their good angle, Billy." Stu commented, manipulating your head slightly so you were looking more upward, and your throat constricted around his dick with each thrust. Another flash. Drool pooled down your chin and neck, dripping onto your bouncing breasts a little. Your cheeks flushed a bright red as your mind wandered to the three of them staring at the photos and jerking themselves off. And a part of you wished they would do it in front of you, using you as their place to cum on. What a depraved thought...
Another moment and you felt something slide along your ass, leather spreading your cheeks as a wetness coated your hole. It wasn't thick like lube. Spit? You didn't have time to mull over it as a finger rubbed your asshole, smearing the spit around before penetrating you. Your back arched towards the bed as a moan reverberated through your chest, the finger circling your insides before starting to pump in and out at the same speed as Danny's thrusts.
"Fuck, you're gonna feel so fucking good around my dick, slut," you heard Billy hiss, the sound of him spitting another glob of saliva onto your asshole filled your ears followed by a second finger, "you want that, huh? You're so ready for it."
"Wanna use my cum as lube?" Danny inquired, tilting his head towards Billy as he kept his thrusts an even pace. You clenched around him, whimpering against Stu's dick, the man patting your head with a wicked grin on his lips.
"Fuck yeah I do. You close?"
Danny nodded in response, leaning over your body a little more as he thrusted more wildly, faint grunts escaping him. Soon he was pulling out and jerking himself to completion, his cum coating Billy's fingers and your hole. And, fuck, was it a lot, "Enjoy." He growled before stuffing himself back inside your pussy, picking up his thrusts in kind. He tugged your hips a little as he thrusted, watching as Billy pushed his cum into your ass before removing his fingers entirely. More weight dipped the bed under your knees, and the blunt head of a penis rubbed against your asshole, making you shudder.
"Relax and you'll be fine." Billy spoke as he slowly pushed his hips towards you, the man groaning loudly in his throat as your ass pulsed around his dick, easing himself further and further until he was flush against you. He released a shuddering breath, carefully pulling halfway out before thrusting in completely. Curses fell from his lips as he picked up the pace, Danny's cum making it easy for him to glide in and back out again; his hand grabbed your shoulder, the other your waist, keeping you steady as he and Danny thrusted at different tempos. Billy's hips slammed against your ass, jolting you forward, forcing Stu's cock down your throat and you could feel that he was just as deep as Danny this way. More drool clung to your chin, dripping in thick strings before landing onto your sheets.
All three men thrusted differently, with Stu occasionally shoving into your throat and grinding against your face before he went back to fucking your mouth, but every movement served to push you closer to that edge again, the hot coil in your stomach winding tightly. Billy hissed at feeling your ass squeeze him while Danny was muttering words of encouragement to you, "C'mon, doll, cum for us again, you know you want to. Be a good girl and cum," and as your walls pulsed violently around his cock, he moaned out, thrusting harder, "that's it, just like that. Ohh, you're such a good girl for us, baby, cumming on our cocks... squeezing us like you can't get enough." You attempted to babble something, earning you a chuckle from Danny. They weren't far behind you this time, all three of their thrusts stuttered before they shoved almost impossibly deep into your body, filling your holes with hot cum. Stu's was oddly sweet as it coated your tongue, your throat, and your brain couldn't decipher the difference between Billy's and Danny's.
"Ah, ah~ Don't swallow just yet, baby. We gotta take your glamour shots still." The tallest man cooed as he pulled from your mouth, using his dick to smear cum against your lips before he parted from you, fetching the camera that was being used earlier. Billy grabbed your hair to yank your head back. You didn't need to be instructed on keeping your mouth open. Flashes happened in quick succession of each other before your head was dropped, and you gulped down the salty-sweet fluid. You panted heavily against the wet sheets, flinching slightly as Billy pulled out and silently excused himself to go clean up.
"Come take pictures of her from back here, Stu," Danny pulled out, watching as cum oozed out of your ass and pussy, collecting on your labia before dripping off, "kinda like a before the makeup shot, right?" You could hear the grin on his face as he spoke, his hands spreading your cheeks. More camera shutter clicks in rapid succession. You were welcoming the reprieve, despite being the subject of three perverts' fantasy. It was nice to have a break, a moment to think properly and clearly, even though their cum was being smeared against your thighs and cheeks with their rough gloves.
"Hope you had a good rest, dollface, 'cause we're on to act three now." You shuddered and whimpered, turning your head to the side as if you were trying to peek over your shoulder towards his voice, only to be met with darkness. Damn blindfold. Once more, your body was manipulated, a set of hands pushing you up by the shoulders while another spread your legs a bit further apart. Your chest found itself against a broader chest, your nipples against the fabric of Billy's cloak was making you shiver, goosebumps pinching your flesh at the sensation. Danny grabbed your hips again, rubbing his cock between your folds, releasing excited breaths as he smeared all of your collective mess onto his dick before he pushed into you. Billy wasn't interested in wasting anymore time either, the man rubbing the head against your clit before he pushed into your pussy alongside Danny, the man gripping your waist tightly as he hissed and softly moaned.
"Fucking-- shit, Danny, you just have to have those fucking things."
The man grinned widely, showing his teeth, "What can I say, I aim to please~" You could only assume Billy was the one now at the utter mercy of Danny's piercings.
"Make room for ya buddy~ Don't go hoggin' the space," Stu's weight was added to the bed again, though now around your knees. Your heart began to beat harshly again, and you squirmed slightly, making the two men inside of you groan and dig their fingertips into your skin, "aw, baby, it's okay. It'll feel really good, I promise. Billy already got you ready for me and everything!" He spoke in a lighter tone as he rubbed his pierced cockhead against your asshole, circling it to smear the cum around before he pushed in. Just as he was pushing deeper, you felt the other two push inside you more, as if trying to accommodate for the fact Stu was now joining. A loud moan rolled off your tongue, your fingers curling into your palms before flexing outward. Your muscles spasmed around Stu as he bottomed out, the man pressing a hand to the back of your head while his other squeezed the top of your ass cheek. He was as thick as Billy, but longer. Why did all three of them have to have bigger than average cocks? That didn't seem fair. Not like they'd let you voice anything like that, as the trip began to thrust, once more being opposite of each other. Occasionally you would feel Stu and one of the other two thrust in at the same time, but it seemed like they coordinated otherwise. They wanted you to feel each individual cock as it slammed into you, and it wasn't long before you were crying out, tears flooding down your cheeks despite the fabric tied around your head.
"That's it, baby. Let it out, let your neighbors know how much a dirty cumslut you are." Their voices were melting together for you, your head too hot and fuzzy to distinguish between them right now as filth flowed from their lips.
"Filthy little bitch. Fuck, I bet your cunt needed this, huh?" Your hair was pulled, your head lifting up from hanging over Billy's shoulder, a gloved hand smacking your wet cheek, your holes tightening for a moment, making the three killers moan and thrust harder, quicker, "You're gonna be so fucking full of our cum by the time we're finished with you. The Ghostfaces' personal cumdump. Maybe we'll visit you every night, yeah? You want that?" You didn't register that as a question, simply focusing on how the cocks inside of you felt, how your stomach tightened up again, and your pleasured noises were melting together into nonsense. Billy smacked you again, stinging your cheek a deep red, "I asked you a fucking question, bitch, now answer."
"Y-Yes," you whimpered out, practically sobbing out the rest, "I want--hnnuuh--I wanna be visited ev-every night. Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease." Your pleas jumbled together as yet another orgasm was pulled from you, making your partners moan loudly in unison as your body tightened up on them all, pulsing and squeezing rhythmically. Just like before, though, they kept thrusting, overriding your need to catch your breath with their need to reduce you to a pathetic mess. They wanted to sear tonight into your memory, burn the feeling of their heavy cocks into your insides so no one could ever compare to them. They wanted you to crave them, and only them. They wanted to ruin you. You were going to lie awake at night, masturbating and imagining you had the Ghostface killers inside you instead, and you wouldn't be able to cum the same without them. All orgasms would feel stale, boring, meaningless. Danny, Stu and Billy would be your only salvation for a blissful night, and decent sleep. How could you ever find one singular person to be on par with the three of them? There was no way you could.
"Oh, listen to you, dollface. Those noises you're making," Danny sounded completely obsessed with you now, "they're just for us to hear, you understand? We'll know if you decide to let someone else pleasure you. Oh, what am I even saying? You won't seek someone out after this. You'll be a good girl and wait for us, won't you? I know you will, so no need to answer." On the tail-end of his sentence, his rambling even, he had pulled his knife out, carefully dragging the blade up the side of your thigh. Just as you cried out again, he sank the sharp metal into your thigh, cutting a small slice. He shakily exhaled, tossing the knife to the side as he watched blood flow down your skin, eager fingers reaching to smear the fluid onto your skin and his gloves before he prodded his fingers against the wound. He pushed two fingers into it, generating a howl from you, making your whole body shake and all the air in your lungs to be expelled at once. His fingers wiggled slightly, his hips continuously slamming against you. More blood spilled from the wound as he fingered it, staining your sheets a bright red; the liquid pooled behind your knee before dripping off your calf.
It wasn't long before Stu grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you up a little off Billy, the man underneath you wasting not a single second to suck on your tender nipples, eliciting another moan from your mouth. Teeth sank into the perked flesh, sending white hot bolts of lightning down your spine, making your legs twitch as the pleasure settled in your clit; he sucked and tugged on your flesh, giving each breast attention as he growled and grunted. Stu had leaned down over you to sink his teeth into your shoulder, tightening his jaw enough so he pierced skin before his tongue lapped over the wound and he moaned, trailing his lips to suck deep bruises into your shoulders and the back of your neck. Your body was extremely sensitive after so many orgasms, making it almost too damn easy for the three men to lull another one from your belly. You squirt on Billy's stomach and hips, sobbing out a cry of ecstasy as you climaxed. Stu's hand abandoned your wrists, quickly wrapping around your throat and squeezing the leather collar into your tender flesh. Your mouth hung open as he pressed his fingers just right, constricting your vessels and making your head foggy. Breaths caught in your chest, dying in your throat as he held you like this, unrelenting in his powerful thrusts into your ass. He let go after a few seconds, reveling in how you gasped and sucked in large breaths, followed by whorish moans.
"You sound so pretty, baby. I wish we were recording. Oh well. Always next time, right~?" Stu hummed into your ear, giggling softly before he bit the cartilage, tugging on it slightly.
"Sick pervert." Billy responded.
"You're one to talk, Billy~ You enjoy capturing the moment just as much as I do, don't lie~"
Danny's fingers withdrew from your cut, bringing them up to his lips, his tongue lapping up your blood. His eyelashes fluttered, "Fuck, doll, you taste so delicious." He thrusted urgently into you, soon chasing his release as he shoved as deep as he could, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he released his cum into your pussy, coating Billy's cock and your insides. The man huffed out a breath, thrusting lazily, but deeply, a few more times before he pulled out, immediately grabbing the camera and snapping more photos of you. You whimpered. If all of this is to be expected if they ever visit you again, you're gonna feel spoiled. No one has been able to make you cum so much. Sometimes you barely got to cum at all with someone!
Billy and Stu were close, each man occupying a shoulder as they bit and sucked at your skin, their thrusts syncing as they chased their orgasms now. More cum shot inside of you, Stu's cock throbbing in your ass more noticeable, as each pulse of cum thickened his cock slightly, stretching your hole further. After riding out their orgasms, they pulled out of you, Billy tossing you onto your back once Stu was stepped back. The three man admired your trembling form, watching as you writhed from the overstimulation, spreading your legs before closing them, rocking your hips upward, turning your head from side to side. You listened as they shuffled around your room, finding Stu near your head, the man petting your hair soothingly while Billy settled between your legs, kneeling on the floor. He pressed his tongue flat against your messy cunt while Danny held both your ankles to keep your legs spread. He licked up the entire length, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking for a moment, making you moan out, your arms jerking slightly against the restraints, desperate to bury your hands into his hair and keep him pressed to your sex. You could feel him smirk against your wet skin before he lapped another stripe. Then another, swallowing the cum that collected into his mouth, pressing a final kiss to your swollen clit before he pulled away. He and Danny swapped, Danny wasting no time in shoving his tongue inside of your entrance, curling the muscle so he could suck the cum from you, gathering a generous amount into his mouth before he stood up, sitting on his knees between your legs as he leaned down to kiss you, grasping your jaw firmly, squeezing the edges so you open your lips. Cum flooded into your mouth as his tongue massaged yours, coating your inner cheeks with semen. You moaned into his mouth, eager to return his affection as you tasted the salty mixture of cum.
"We'll be seeing you around, princess. Make sure you don't forget about us." He whispered against your lips, kissing you fleetingly. He stood on the floor again, pulling his pants and boxers up. The other killers followed his lead, leaving you with your legs drooped open, cum leaking out of your holes and soiling your bed further. You didn't want to change the sheets, you just wanted a nap after all of this, honestly. One of the Ghostface turned you over, undoing the handcuffs and collar, the three watching as you curled up on your side, rubbing your thighs together.
Another flash, barely visible beyond your blindfold. "I think we used up all our film, fellas." You could hear the pout in Stu's voice, and you imagined his shoulders slumping cartoonishly in disappointment.
"Don't worry, Stu, we'll bring more next time." Danny spoke as he peeled your blindfold off, your watery eyes hazily looking up at each of their masks before you relaxed on your bed, shutting your eyes. He chuckled, petting your hair once before the three of them took their leave, not before Stu smacked your ass playfully, groping the flesh.
"See you around, baby."
