EroticReverie

Jinx

I’m too scared to take the full thirty minutes the masked devil was giving me. Too scared of whatever consequences he might choose if I didn’t do as I was told. 

Fuck him. Fuck my friends. Fuck this place. I knew I shouldn’t have signed those fucking papers. That contract or NDA. Fuck ME for not having a god damn backbone and telling Regan to go fuck herself when she’d guilted me into checking that green tier level box. What a joke. The tiers meant nothing, clearly. I was only supposed to have been chased. And already I’d been degraded and taunted by those devils in the woods. I’d been grabbed and yelled at by the black devil that was currently waiting for me in the other room. Why was he even allowing me to clean myself up? I wouldn’t let myself believe these messed up fuckers had a single bit of decent. Who chases people and taunts them and tortured them for a fucking living? Sick people. That’s who. 

I towel myself off and quickly pull on a pair of plain black panties and a pair of black leggings with little ghosts on them and socks. I grab my bag and scowl as I realize I forgot to pack extra bras. I could throw on my other one, but now it was in a pile of my piss soaked clothes and probably smelled like it too. I clench my jaw and grab the long sleeved plain white shirt, pulling it on. I look in the mirror and see how hard my nipples are and the fact you can pretty much make out the shadows of my areolas beneath it. So I grab a hoodie out of my bag , a large black band hoodie that’s oversized and pull it on. 

I brush my wet hair and pulls it into two long low braids on either side of my head and then stare at the door. I zip up my bag. 

I squeak as the door knob turns and the door pushes open. I swear I’m going to piss my pants again as “Butcher” stands there. That mask peering down at me. 

“You could have knocked. What if I was naked?” I ask and he just stands there. It’s almost as if I can feel him grinning behind the mask. 

He says nothing and steps back and gestures for me to walk out of the bathroom. 

I keep my distance. Pressing myself to the door frame as I exit , trying to keep myself as far from him as possible. 

The bathroom door slams and I jump so high that I nearly fall to the ground. Dropping my bag and stumbling and then screaming as his arm wraps around me and lifts me. 

“No!” I scream. “NO! Stop!” I screech as he uses his other hand to grab my hoodie and I thrash as much as I can as he growls while pulling it off of me. Tears already ripping down my cheeks again. 

“PUMPKIN!” I scream as I try to use the “safeword” again. But I already know it’s bullshit.  This man is about to rip my clothes off and probably going to do even worse things than that. I can’t even keep screaming. I just cry helplessly as my hoodie is pulled off and tossed and I’m shaking as he snatches me right off the floor and tosses me onto his bed. My body bouncing and landing in the middle of his bed. 

“No please, no!” I scream as the massive man climbs onto the bed and hovers of me as I shake and cry and plead with him. 

“Please don’t hurt me” I cry. I wasn’t one for pain. My tolerance was terribly low for it. Especially when it was against my fucking will. 

“But you’re so pretty when you cry” his deep voice rumbles over me in a wave that has my skin crawling and my spine tingling. 

“Please, don’t hurt me, please” I beg and he groans. 

“I’ll…d-do anything” I say and he groans even deeper 

“Is that right?” He asks as his large gloved hand grabs my waist at the side. 

What a stupid thing to say. The things he’d probably ask of me might be far worse than his stripping my clothes from me. 

I whimper and he groans as his hand slips up my side and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his thumb push over my breast and over my nipple. 

“Please” I cry with my eyes squeezed shit as tight as can be. 

“Shhhhh, I won’t hurt you….yet” he mens I BFF whisper makes me cry harder and his thumb passes back down over nipple and then back up over it and around it. 

“This doesn’t hurt…does it?” He asks and I cry as he keeps toying with my hard nipple through my shirt. 

“Please, stop” I cry. 

“Shhhh, don’t be selfish tiny mouse” he groans and then slides his hand down my shirt and I shake as I cry while his gloved hand slips over my skin. The leather pushing over my abdomen till his large hand rests over my breast under my shirt. 

“Such a pretty little mouse, with your pretty little tits.” He groans and rubs his hand over my breasts harder and then to the other.

“Show me your little nipples” he growls.

“Please st-“

“SHOW THEM TO ME!” He bellows his voice making me screech with terror and I grab my fucking shirt and pull it up above my breasts and he growls. 

“If you don’t want me to hurt you, you’re going do as your told tiny little mouse, do you understand?” He asks as his hand rubs side to side over my chest and I tremble as I nod. 

“Please don’t make me-“ I cry.

“Shut your little mouth. You begging me only makes me harder little mouse. And I don’t think you understand how much you do NOT want that.” He warns and I cry. 

“Because when I get hard …really hard….the way your little cries make me….the only thing I want to do…is fucking hurt you.” He growls and then my eyes open slowly as his hand slides off my breasts and I look at his hands as he pulls off his gloves, his hands covered in black ink all over the back of his fingers and palm, meeting the ones on his wrist and up and all over and around his arms. 

“I’m going to play with your little tits. And you’re going to let me. Aren’t you ? My little green tier.” He groans as his hands drop to my bare stomach and he curls his hands around me and groans as I feel his large hands nearly encompass my entire waist. 

“Fuck, your little body fits so good in my hands” he says and squeezes my waist.

Another plea is on the tip of my tongue. But I believe him when he says it will only make things worse for me. Not that being assaulted by manipulation was any better. I’d fucking slap Regan the next time I saw her. The others too. They were probably enjoying every fucking second of this nightmare. 

“I’m going to enjoy having this little waist in my hands while I force my cock into your fucking cunt” he growls and I cry harder and start to beg again out of instinct. 

“Little mouuuuse” he calls to me through my panic. “I wouldn’t beg if I were youu” he taunts and I feel his bare hands slip up my side and then over my breasts. He groans as his hands cover them entirely and he slides his hands down. Letting his fingers drag over my nipples and I whimper and close my eyes tightly again as he touches them. 

“I’m a virgin” I cry. 

“Oh, I know you are little mouse, that’s why I’m going to fuck you. How could I not knowing how tight your cunt will be for me?” He groans and I shake. 

“Don’t worry. You’re not getting fucked just yet.  I’m not done terrorizing you.” He says with the sound of a malicious groan. 

“You are so the cutest, sexiest little plaything I’ve ever seen come in through those doors” he says and I feel his fingers grab my nipples and twist them and I yelp. It’s not terribly hard , but they’re sensitive and again, my pain tolerance is so fucking low that I jerk and my hands lift and push at his hands. 

I scream as his rough large hands grab my wrists and slam them over my head and to the bed. 

“You said you’d do anything for me not hurt you.” He grows. 

“You ARE hurting me!” I scream and he grabs my face and my eyes fly open before they’re snapped shut again as the same hand lifts and smacks my face. I cry out as my face stings. 

“You have no fucking idea what pain I can cause you. You think a little twist of those nipples is fucking pain? Do you need me to show you what real pain is ?” He growls and grabs my face again and I flinch. Shaking my head as he holds my jaw tight. 

“Now be a good little bitch and let me fuck around with your sweet little tits for a bit.” He says and I keep my eyes closed as his other hand holds both of my wrists and the hand on my jaw slaps my face again. Less hard than before, but  just enough to make it sting. 

“Good girl” he groans as his hand slips down over my breasts and he grabs one of my nipples again. I hiss and wince harder as he twists it again. 

“Fuck, you’re precious, I love a good toy that can’t handle pain” he says and I yelp as he pinches it harder and then pulls it taught and my chest heaves as I try to lessen the tension and pain , but he just pulls and pulls until I’m

Screaming. 

“Fuck I love that sound. Do it again” he growls and grabs the other nipple and pinches hard and pulls. Pain slices through the skin between his fingers and radiates through my breast and makes me scream again. 

“My god, you are so fucking sweet” he growls and then slaps my breast , then the other. The slaps hurt but not nearly as much as him torturing my nipples. 

“You beautiful little whore” he groans and then his hand is around my throat and my eyes open and bulge as he squeezes and he groans deeply. His menacing mask over my face. Hovering as he groans as my face feels like it’s going to burst as he chokes me. 

My hands still pinned above me. My body thrashing as I try to fight him off. It’s impossible. Even if I was taller , even if I wasn’t dwarfed by him , he was too big, too strong and I hated it. I hated being this helpless. Was he going to kill me? God. He was going to kill me. I can’t breathe. My throat and lungs struggle to take in air , not a single bit of oxygen reaches my lungs as he groans loudly. 

“Fucking fight me, cmon little mouse, don’t you want to breathe?” He growls and I feel it becoming harder to fight against him. My vision blurring and my lungs burning for air. 

I choke on a large inhale of air as he lets go of my neck and I cough and gasp and wheeze and he groans as he watches me struggle to fucking breathe again. 

“God, that’s so sexy” he groans. 

I’m panting and still trying to get my breath back as he grabs me and flips me over and I yelp and breathe hard as hell as my legs savor every intake while they fill again. 

My leggings are yanked down , along with my panties and i try to claw at the bed. To get away. A large hand pushes at my back. Pinning me to the bed as my legging and dragged down my thighs and around my knees and I feel his hand shove between my legs and cup his large hard against my pussy. 

I cry at the violation. His hand against my most intimate body part , without my consent. Helpless. I was fucking helpless. Did my friends know that the tiers meant absolutely fucking nothing? And they let me sign up for green , probably laughing at how fucking stupid I am for agreeing to participate. I cry. Hating them. Hating the man that’s gripping my cunt in his hand moans pushing and moving his fingers and palm over my pussy. 

His hand on my back pushes down harder as I squirm. 

“Shhhhhh, this is going to feel good, I promise” 

“You want me to stop? To let you go?” He asks and I cry as I nod. 

“Then you’re going to let me make your little pussy feel good first.  You’re going to cum for me.” He growls. 

How the fuck did he expect me to do that? How could I possibly let a fucking rapist touch me and enjoy it? He was a fucking sadistic fuck and expected me to cum?! While threatening my fucking life by choking me?!

“Relax” he says in a low groan. “Just relax and pretend this is what you want , tiny mouse” 

“Because you DO want this, every pussy likes to cum” he says as his finger slides between my lips. I flinch at the way it feels to have his hand there, his finger pushing against my clit. 

I tremble with fear, not pleasure, as he strokes my clit and circles it slowly. 

“Shhhh, relax Jinx” he says. His voice deceptively calm and gentle. 

“You don’t get to run from me until you cum , my little angel” he whispers and I whimper as I cry and try to relax but it’s fucking impossible. I just wanted to disappear. I want him to stop touching me. To stop circling my clit and talking me through his sick assault on my body. 

“I’m going to take your pants off , and you’re going to spread your legs for me so I can touch you.” He says and I’m granted the removal of his hand but only so her can take my pants off me the rest of the way. I cry as they’re removed , he takes off my socks too.

“Now spread your legs for me Jinx” he says and I bury my face into the bed , my hands gripping the covers as I let my legs part just a bit more. 

“Wider Jinx. Be a good girl.” He says and groans as I whimper and spread them wider. 

“Mmmm” he groans and his weight shifts and I keep my face pressed into his bed as I wait to be fucking assaulted again. 

I hear him spit. I flinch and then two wet fingers rub along my cunt and I gasp at how fucking vile it is. To feel this man’s spits being pushed onto my body. He spreads it over me gently and his fingertip pushes against my cunt and o freeze and don’t breathe as he strokes my entrance and lets his finger tip slip inside of me.  My body seizing up and my muscles clench and he groans. 

“Mmmm, that feels like fucking heaven” he groans as he his fingertip slides out and teases the outside again before gently slipping just the tip of his finger inside of me. Just to his first knuckle. He presses against my entrance and moves his finger around it , as if he’s trying to stretch it open and I whimper , wanting to beg him to stop. But too fucking scared that if I beg he might violate me further and push his finger deeper as punishment. 

“Fuck, what a pussy” he groans and keeps pushing against my entrance and my muscles keep clenching trying to push his finger out of me and he groans. 

“Fuck, your little virgin cunt is so tight , my tiny little mouse, with her tiny little cunt” he groans and I cry as his finger retreats and slides down to my clit and then his finger is gone and I hear him spit again and then a mess of saliva is pushed over my clit and I cringe as he rubs my clit. 

“The sooner you cum, the sooner it’s all over , I’ll let you go, give you another chance to run from me” he says. 

“I’m being very fair with you Jinx, I’m not this nice to other players, I’m giving you a chance…all you have to do is cum like a good girl” he says and pets my clit. 

“Take a deep breath” he says and I whimper. 

“Take a deep breath” he says and the command now has warning in it and I suck in a breath and let it out. 

“Good, another” he says and I obey. 

I’m instructed to take several breaths as his fingers massage my clit and rub so gently that I don’t even know how it’s the same man. He touches my clit with a softness I wouldn’t think a fucked up monster was capable of. 

It takes several minutes before even a slight bit of pleasure sparks between my legs. And I fucking hate it. I hate that it starts to feel like something I want instead of something I’m being forced to do. 

I whimper and turn my head. My cheek to the bed as I keep my eyes shut. Trying to tell my body to stop enjoying it. 

“Don’t fight it” he whispers. 

“Don’t you want it to be over?” He asks as he keeps rubbing my clit in such a way that it makes it impossible for my cunt not to respond positively toward his touch. 

I let out a breath I was keeping locked in , and he groans as my ass lifts slightly against my own will and my hips fall back down the little bit that they had moved. 

“Oh, mmm” he groans “that’s a good girl, see, there we go” 

“Go on, move your little clit against my finger and cum for me sweetheart” he groans and I whimper. His voice is contradicting everything he’s done to me so far. Ripping my clothes off, forcing his hands onto my body and smacking my face and torturing my nipples. 

I don’t move , but I lay still as he keeps rubbing. I fight the urge to move into the soft touch of his fingers on my clit. No matter how good he’s making it feel, no matter the gentle coax of his deep voice making me believe I’m not trapped with him. 

I whimper as his fingers slide away from my clit and to my pussy, his middle finger is back at my entrance and rubbing over it and around it and he groans as he slips his finger into the embarrassing wetness gathered there. 

“That’s not my saliva , is it precious?” He groans and his finger slips further than before and I clench around his finger. 

“Good girl” he hums. “Youre getting so wet Jinx” he says and then his finger moves out and in and I whimper. My clit aches , but so does my pussy as I feel his finger gently fuck me. Playing with my arousal and soaking his finger inside of me.  My hips lift again and I curse my body for betraying me.

“That’s it precious, feels good to have this little pussy filled a little , doesn’t it?” He groans. 

“Do you enjoy that? My finger pumping in and out nice and slow inside your precious pussy?” He asks and I whimper. My hips lift again and he groans. 

“Mmmm, my precious mouse, your pussy loves it baby, it’s okay, it’s okay to be a good girl” he says and his finger slides out pushing my arousal up to my clit and he rubs my clit again and I moan. I fucking moan out loud, unable to hold it in and he groans. 

“Yes angel” he groans. “Cum for me sweetheart” 

I cry out. My moans falling from me as my brain becomes twisted with wanting to scream for him to stop and scream for the way his fingers are building me up faster , my body warm and eager for the touch he’s giving me. 

“My god, you’re going to come undone so fucking beautifully” he groans. 

“Cum for me precious, that’s it, there you go, yes, yes that’s my girl” he groans as his fingers keep their pace and the pressure and I feel my body seize as I gasp as I feel it happen. I cry out. My moan ripping from my mouth as I do exactly as he wants. I come undone. Spiraling with and orgasm that feels better than any I’ve given myself before. My hips move and tremble as his fingers coax my body into a chaos I can’t control. Crying out as I grip the covers and cum for him. 

“Fuuuuuuuck” he groans and his fingers slide from my clit and to my pussy and he groans as he plays with my pussy. One finger pushing inside of me just barely and groaning. I can feel how fucking wet I am. How my orgasm has my entire pussy soaked and dripping and can feel his finger revel in his wicked work. 

“You are, so fucking beautiful” he exhales quietly and it’s so soft and barely audible that it almost sounds as if the words were more for him than me. 

“Mmmm” he hums as I tremble and pant, my orgasm spiraling away now, the throbbing continues on my clit and I feel the post orgasm pulse between my legs as he continues to play with my pussy. His finger turning and sliding around my tight entrance , it’s less as invasive , my arousal making my walls more pliable and relaxed and I suck in a breath as I feel a second finger tip push inside. They fit snug inside of me and he’s gentle as he fucks me with his two fingers and I hear the sounds of my wetness along with his low groans. 

“Such a good girl” he murmurs as his fingers slide out and rub my cunt around the outside and my body shakes as he pushes them down over my sensitive clit. 

“You better hurry up and get dressed and run. Before I change my mind about letting you leave this room.” He says. His hand is gone and it takes me a few dazed moments to realize his warning and I can barely fucking move , my orgasm still lingering in the aftermath of what he’d just done to me. 

I scramble. Just like what he says I am. A fucking mouse. Grabbing my panties. Pulling them on inside out and not caring. Yanking my pants up my legs , refusing to look to the devil mask man that just made me cum so fucking hard that I wasn’t sure id ever experience anything that good ever again. Shame heats  my cheeks and tears of embarrassment fill my eyes as I grab my shirt and pull it on and then rub for the door. 

“Jinx…” His voice stops me. 

My hand on the door and I don’t know why I fucking stop. My hand turns the knob and let out a cry when I realize it’s locked. Still fucking locked. 

His large shadow hovers behind me and he lifts his hand to the buttons below the knob. Pressing a series of them and o hear the lock click and I turn the knob again and feel it turn further. He actually unlocked it. His large hand pushes to the door. 

“….i WILL catch you again little mouse….you can run….but you can’t hide…not from me….i will find you…and next time I find you….im not going to be so nice.” He says and his threat, his warning is felt all the way up and down my spine and he lifts his other hand up and in front of my face. 

Two fingers push over my lips. They’re wet and I realize they’re the fingers he used to make me cum. 

“Carry the taste of how much you enjoyed playing with me on those pretty lips” he whispers and his hand drops away and the second he steps back and his hand isn’t on the door I pull it open. And I fucking run.