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The familiar blackness that had engulfed you vanished; the tightness that had once folded around you as you fell through a vast nothingness unfurling as the soles of your shoes found the dead grass that surrounded the campfire. Your eyes shot open, heat crawling up your cheeks as you clambered to shove The Ghostface's odd ribbon into your pocket. You glanced around, relieved that no one was eyeing you directly yet. Having to answer a line of questioning regarding that piece of fabric would have been a bit too much for you to handle.
You noticed Dwight and Jane appear on either side of you, and Nea to the right of Jane. They were all smiling, which was a rare occurrence when returning from a trial. Usually those who returned had faces made of cold stone; occasionally there was crying. Not now, though. Dwight's smile widened, and he turned to you immediately.
"Y/N! You're so amazing!" He eagerly patted you on the shoulder, beaming at you. Others around the campfire began to notice, drawing themselves nearer to better hear the conversation. You hated the attention now; hated all of their eyes on you tearing you apart inch by inch. Would they notice the bruises blooming on your thighs? Notice how your cheeks flushed pink when you thought about how your body had been completely undone by a murderer? His name echoed in your brain. Danny… Danny… Danny… Dwight snapped you out of it.
"I know what the part does thanks to you! It's really tricky to install, but because you were there I didn't have to worry. All it is…" Dwight began explaining the brand new part to anyone who would listen to him, which was almost everyone around the fire. It seemed like everyone was more interested in cutting down repair times on gens than they were with looking at you. Everyone besides Jake. He just stared at you from his lonely stump, trying to find any reason to throw snide remarks your way. You locked eyes with him unintentionally, your body tensing at the connection. He averted his own as Jane threw an arm over your shoulder, shaking you a bit.
"Best teammate ever! You always say 'oh, I don't know how, I just get lucky, blah-blah-blah.' But really, how DO you get so lucky?" You felt hot under everyone's eyes locking onto you once more. You certainly were getting lucky, weren't you? Just not in a way that you could verbalize to the fellow survivors. Oh yeah, I just get fucked by them. They just absolutely destroy me, and use me, and fill me and- you couldn't just say that. Even thinking it was making butterflies flutter in your stomach. You opted to shrug.
"I'm sorry for being disappointing again, but I really don’t- I don't know how." You replied, looking down at your feet. Dwight spoke up.
"It's gotta be the way you smell!" he suggested. A few people, including Ace, laughed behind you both somewhere. You raised an eyebrow at Dwight. His face dropped like bricks, and the bridge of his nose promptly turned pink.
"Uh, not like, in a BAD way. I mean, you smell good. Really good," the laughing continued and Dwight let out a sigh, "I'm not trying to, like, say that in a WEIRD way I just-" Dwight took a deep breath as Jane found a seat around the fire. You folded your arms across your chest, your eyes narrowing.
"Dwight, I swear if you say I stink, I'll put you on a hook myself." You muttered, eying him carefully.
"Look, I just noticed I couldn't- how do I put it- I couldn't think right around you. My brain was just-" his face seemed to get redder, "I wonder if their brains get messed up too? They make more mistakes?" You fought your face from sinking as he spoke. You didn't like how close he was getting to the truth. You felt a pit forming in your stomach, and a cold chill climbing your spine. He knew so much, probably more than Jake, and the fact he could arrive at the truth with just a bit more thinking made you nervous. You rubbed your arm anxiously.
"Maybe. That could be it. I don't smell anything myself, so I don't know what it's like really." You just wanted this conversation to be over. You never thought you'd pray to be sent into another trial, but here you were. Even if you weren't the obession, even if you were horrifically murdered, it'd still be better than this.
"You said you made perfumes, right? Like, for Gucci or somethin’?" Feng added, staring up at you from the opposite side of the campfire. You smiled, knowing that you were never the best liar.
"I mean, kind of. We just tested fragrance bases that would go on to be made into perfume. Could have ended up in Gucci, I suppose." Steer the conversation from the trials, focus on things that weren't important or related to the fact you are essentially a breathing killer fleshlight.
"Y/N can’t just spill her insider secrets, they’re too valuable to Gucci. Dwight, can you show us how you installed the part instead?" Claudette came to your rescue once more, rising from her spot at the fire and walking over to Dwight. His expression changed, and his posture eased.
"Yeah! Of course. Step one, find the part in a chest in the trial. Step two, have Y/N in a trial. Step three…" he began to dive into the incredibly fine detail of the installation process required. You let out a small sigh of relief, wandering towards an edge of what was considered the "safe" zone of the campfire to sit by yourself. There was a lonely tree there, barren of leaves and life, that marked the edge of your home away from home. You just needed a moment to clear your head. You leaned against the old tree, letting out a small sigh. You let the sounds of the survivors idly chatting form a security blanket around you. It didn't seem like in this realm anyone needed sleep; you never felt exhaustion creeping into your brain or bones, but it was nice just to close your eyes, and pretend.
You weren't sure how long you did this for before the ground was ripped out from under you. You were lucky you got your footing before your feet sank into soft snow. You shivered, your hands automatically making their way to your bare arms to create any sort of friction to warm yourself. A chilled wind whipped your hair into your face as you squinted through the snow. You hated Ormond. You hated how cold it was; hated how the snow got everywhere. You were thinking of all the other things you hated about this cursed place when a familiar tightness engulfed you. You shivered, but not from the cold. Rather, you shivered from the excitement that crawled up your back and settled in your lower stomach. You felt a warmth creeping up your cheeks.
Despite the confidence that clung to you as you began to trudge through the snow towards the large resort building that sat in the center of the trial grounds, doubts tickled the back of your mind as you let out a hot breath that was visible as it pressed between your lips. What if it didn't work this time? What if the killer decided they'd rather kill you than fuck you. Worse yet, what if a survivor walked in on it? How you managed to avoid them discovering you thus far was nothing short of a miracle. Would this be the trial where your luck ran out? Maybe it was better to not think about those things; just have faith that whatever it was your body was doing would continue to carry you onward. Your mind began to swirl with lewd thoughts as you reached the center building. Usually, this was a safe spot to find other survivors, but in this instance it was alarmingly barren.
You crept towards the large fireplace that was always burning, relishing the warmth of the flames for just a moment before a creep of fear crawled up your spine. Where was everyone else? You turned towards the gen that sat by the main staircase, wondering if it was even worth it to start on it. You didn't have to consider your options for long, though, because you felt your heart rate pick up in your chest, the sound of your own blood rushing filling your ears. You recognize this sensation, you had felt it before in trials. It seemed to be a side effect of a frenzied bloodlust from The Legion, though you didn't quite understand how it worked. At nearly the same time your heart attempted to escape the confines of your chest, the hairs on your arms stood at attention. A chill shot up your spine. You flinched, your feet instinctively carrying you towards the stairs.
The Legion was unpredictable. There were four of them, at least you thought there were; they wore masks so it was a bit hard to tell the difference between them all. All you knew for certain was they would get a rush of blood fueled energy when they attacked survivors, and that the one thing you could do was just pray you were outside of their range if and when that happened. Luckily, though, you never had to face more than one in a trial. The thought of four knife wielding maniacs chasing you through the snow slashing at you back made you shiver. It was always so astonishing how much they could make you bleed when they caught you; you had never seen so much of your own blood in your life. It was something you wanted to avoid, if possible.
You could hear the panting of the killer rapidly approaching the abandoned resort building before you could see them, which caused you to pick up your pace on the stairs. You reached the little landing between the first and second floor, catching a glimpse of the killer as your breath caught in your throat.
The mask was always unsettling to you; a permanent smile etched into the surface that somehow seemed to widen as he looked around the building to locate you. You recognized the leather jacket, but you weren't sure which member of The Legion was actually wearing it. He playfully turned his combat knife in his hand, sizing up the room carefully.
“Aw, come on, I know you're here. Why hide?” he called out as you finished creeping up the stairs to the second story, eyeing the various resort rooms carefully. You needed him to get close to you, but you also needed him to not drive that shiny blade into your soft skin. The best way to do that would be in a smaller room, so he’d have no choice but to get close.
“I like it better this way, anyways. It’s more fun.” he muttered to himself, heading towards the stairs you had just climbed. You felt that familiar flare of fear inch up your back as you crept into one of the abandoned resort rooms, turning your face towards the door you had just entered through as you backed in. The room was nearly empty, save for an old TV set that sat along one of the walls and a mattress that was turned on its side opposite of it. There seemed to be another door that led out into the hall behind you now, and a singular closet that had a thin shutter style door that was ajar. You weren't sure if you were shivering from the cold or fear, but you couldn't help but feel something tight twisting and turning in your stomach. Something felt off. It felt different from before but you couldn't quite place the discomfort you felt.
“Did you find them, Frank?” you could barely hear a second muffled voice call from the main floor of the resort. Your discomfort turned quickly into shock, which then rapidly turned into fear. The sound of a generator burring to life somewhere else on the resort grounds reminded you of the purpose you served, if only for a moment before your mind fogged with fear.
“What did I say about using our real names, idiot?!” you heard whoever Frank was hiss. Two voices. Two. You felt a nervous sweat clinging to your forehead. This wasn't supposed to happen; this wasn't supposed to be possible. There were always four survivors in a trial, and one killer. That’s the way it has been since you got pulled into this realm; this shouldn't be possible. You felt your entire body freeze colder than the snow that was falling outside the resort, your brain trying to process this new information. The sound of footsteps down the hallway brought your mind back to reality.
“The things we’re going to do to you-” you recognized Frank’s voice call from down the hall, “-making us waste all this time… we don't ever get to hunt together like this…” you heard his voice drop as he continued to get closer and closer to your location. Your eyes locked onto the closet, your mind trying to run a mile a minute to formulate a plan but seemingly clogged with molasses that prevented you from doing so. You aptly climbed in, everything seeming to slow down for just a moment. You tugged on the shutter doors, trying to pull them tight without making too much noise. Your breath shook as you heard footsteps enter the room, though it only sounded like a single set. You put your hand over your mouth, however you weren't sure why. You had never had a chance to think about how things would work when more than one killer was involved. You shouldn't have to think about it, as something like this had never happened before. You shook as he walked around the room, convincing yourself that this may not be the kind of lucky you're used to getting. You heard him stop in front of the closet door, letting out a small chuckle.
“Oh man, I’m sure no one would bother to hide in the only closet in the entire room. How stupid would you have to be to try that?” he taunted from the other side of the door. You could see his silhouette through the shutters on the door, a taller and more muscular frame than your own. Your brow furrowed, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. If you were going to do anything, now was the time to do it. For a moment, you thought of Jane. She had mentioned something about throwing yourself from lockers to catch the killer off guard before while you sat around the fire together, though you had never seen her do it in a trial. It was now or never, you didn't need to think about whether her trick would work with a closet or not.
You burst forth from the closet, launching yourself forward and into the man that stood on the other side. He stumbled back in shock, his knife dropping from his hand as he tried to regain balance.
“You little bitch-” you heard him snap as you turned on your heel, sprinting towards the second exit you noticed when you first crept into the room. You barely avoided The Legion’s outstretched hand as you flung yourself towards the doorway, your shoes struggling to gain the traction needed for your force you were exerting as you did. You wrapped your fingers around the open door frame to steady yourself, preparing to catapult into the hallway that was just through the otherside. You didn't get the chance to, though. Instead, you threw yourself into the arms of the second member of The Legion, the one you hadn’t seen but only heard. You caught a glimpse of a skull-like mask under his hood before you let out a yelp of surprise, twisting as he wrapped his arms around your torso.
“Fuck, this is so much easier with two of us! Why isn’t it like this all the time?” Frank muttered, slowly bending down to retrieve his fallen blade from the floor. You struggled in whoever’s arms that were wrapped around you, which only encouraged them to tighten their grasp. They leaned their head down towards your own, cocking it slightly to the left. Your body couldn't help but relish the heat that was shared between the contact of your fronts; your chest pushed so flush against their own it almost hurt. You couldn't wiggle nearly as much as you would have liked because of their iron-like grasp on you.
“I don't think I’ve seen this one before.” he muttered behind the skull design, leaning in a little closer to you. Your face burned crimson as he took a deep breath, his eyes barely visible behind the holes cut in the mask. You felt his hot breath cling to your face, moist and surprisingly unscented.
“Stop being a fucking creep, Joey. Give her to me, she hit me in the fucking face.” Frank snapped, closing the distance between the both of you. Frank put a firm hand on your shoulder, tugging on you as he did. Joey didn't let go, though.
“Didn't you just call me an idiot for using real names? Huh, Frank?” Joey snapped back, somehow squeezing you tighter. You felt air being forced from your lungs as he did, though you bit your tongue. There was no reason to try your luck in this situation, as you had no idea how it would play out. This was still preferable to being slashed to death.
Frank pulled on you again, and for a moment you felt his grip tighten on your shoulder. You wiggled under the combined pressure, heat slowly creeping up your face as embarrassment settled in. You craned your head around, watching from the corner of your eye as Frank squared up behind you. Though these killers weren’t as large as ones like The Trapper or The Shape, they were still taller than you and being sandwiched between them made you acutely aware of this height difference. Frank leaned down, placing his chin on your free shoulder. He released his hand from your other shoulder, resting his wrist there instead so you could get a clear view of the combat knife he now held firmly between his fingers and palm. You somehow felt his breath along the back of your neck; warm and damp against your skin.
“You know, I don't think I’ve seen this one either, Joey. Look at her face, I’d remember lips like those.” he muttered in your ear. Your eyes widened, your face somehow getting more red than before. You huffed a bit, your warm breath hanging in the frigid air momentarily as you did.
“Joey, I think she’s actually liking this.” he murmured teasingly. You jolted.
“I-I-I do not!” you gasped as Frank ran the dull edge of the knife along your jawline. They both laughed.
“I-I-I- You can’t even spit a word out properly, can you?” Frank mocked, pulling away from you. It gave you a chance to catch your breath, though you could barely take a breath while being hugged so tightly against Joey.
“Spin her around.” Frank ordered, taking a step back. Joey hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed the order he was given. You tried to throw yourself from his grasp when he went to turn you, but Joey was much quicker and, more importantly, much stronger than you were. His hands wrapped tightly around your wrists, pulling them swiftly behind your back and pinning you to him once more. You felt him intentionally push your backside into himself, and though you didn't know it, he was enjoying this position much more than the previous. Your hands pulled tight against your back, your ass pressing firmly against his groin. His head spun from the new sensations; spun from the pressure building up between the two of you and your strange intoxicating scent dancing behind his eyelids each time he blinked.
Frank took a step towards you, looking down at you as he did. He took his free hand, cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You let out a small pant as he did, his fingers like flames licking the sides of your face as he held you. For a moment of silence, he watched you squirm under his gaze; face and expression hidden behind a mask that was nothing but painted on eyes and a smile. You could tell he was looking you up and down, devouring your body as he did. His eyes bounced from your flushed face, to your full chest, to your soft thighs that had begun to rub together nervously. His intense ogling made a familiar tightness begin to form in your lower abdomen, igniting a white hot flame that began to ignite your insides. You were so familiar with this heat already, and because of this familiarity it was able to burn so much faster than it had before. He snickered.
“You know, you gotta make up for hitting me in the face like that earlier. Wasn't very polite of you.” he murmured gruffly, leaning down so he was eye level with you. Your cheeks stung with blush as he continued to stare luridly at you, and you couldn't help but writhe as he did. Unbenostest to you, Joey relished the friction you created between the two of you as you did.
“You’re messing with my bread and butter, after all. So how are you gonna do it,” he picked up after the pause, pulling the knife tauntingly against your reddened cheek, “how are you gonna say sorry?”
You were aware that the sharp edge of the knife was now against you; aware that if Frank adjusted his hand even a hair of a centimeter it would rip through you like your skin was made of paper. Your brain struggled to think of something, anything, to say back to him. The familiar fog of want was making it hard to think, harder still as the combined scents of the pair washed over you. They smelt earthy, like sandalwood and leaves; the smell reminded you of the guys you met when going out to the bars with your friends in college. It made your head spin. Your body took over for you.
You pushed your backside further into Joey, causing him to huff in surprise as you grinded against him. You leaned forward a bit, your eyes half lidded as you leaned into the edge of the blade. A thin trickle of blood slid down your cheek, soaking into the leather of Frank’s fingerless gloves. You noticed Frank jump a bit as he struggled to retain his composure, his breath caught somewhere behind his mask.
“How do you want me to say it?” the words dripped from your mouth and almost didn't sound like your own. Were you really doing these things? Were you really saying them? Part of you held onto the shame and guilt that you couldn't shake when this happened, and it was harder to let go of it when you were throwing yourself at them like this. You were begging for it. At this point you wanted it; you craved it.
Frank pulled the blade from your face, holstering it somewhere on his belt.
“Joey, I didn't know we had a little freak on our hands. A slutty, little freak.” Frank growled, leaning away from you. For a moment, you were worried you had said something wrong, but that worry quickly melted out of your mind. Frank pinned you between him and Joey, further pressing you into the man behind you though you didn't think it was possible. Frank reached up, pulling the mask from his face as he did. You were able to catch a look at his features for just a moment before he leaned into you. To your surprise, he looked like your average college senior. A scar across the bridge of his nose and one across his top lip that had both faded to the point they were barely visible against his peachy skin. He had an eyebrow piercing above one eye, and a throat tattoo you couldn't quite make out. You didn't have time to process his face in full as he pressed his lips to your ear, letting out a shaky breath as he did.
“You’re going to do exactly what I say, understand?” he whispered to you, warm lips brushing your outer ear as he did. You nodded quickly. He inhaled sharply. It was clear he liked giving orders and liked it even more when people followed through on them. He pulled away from your ear and pressed his forehead against yours. For a moment, your eyes locked, and it was such a strange sensation you couldn't help but whimper. You usually couldn’t look the killers in the eyes when these things happened; you were usually looking at a mask or, in some cases, were unable to look at anything at all. Now, forced to stare at him like this, you could see the mingling of emotions behind his irises. Want, and need and desire. Wait, it was more than that, though. Different. It was lust. Pure, indescribable lust. There was something more, though, dancing with the lust just below the surface. The gaze of a predator; the eyes of a wolf that had located a small bunny as prey. You should be scared, you were the bunny after all, but you weren’t.
He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, and you jumped at the fiery contact. Joey jumped too, but tightened his grip on your wrists as Frank leaned into you. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. His mouth was on yours, and you were forced to stop breathing for just a second. The sudden rush of violent hot sensations creeping from the contact of his lips on your own burned down your throat and abdomen. It was driving you crazy. It was like he was made of lava as he pressed against you; his entire body filled with boiling, red hot blood. Frank took complete control, not giving you a chance to catch your breath as he forced his tongue past your teeth. You tasted so unbelievably sweet to him; it shouldn’t have been possible. It had been a long time since Frank had had the pleasure of exploring someone’s mouth so thoroughly like this, but he couldn’t recall the taste ever dancing on his tongue the way yours did. It was intoxicating.
“What the-” Frank snapped as Joey pulled you back, separating Frank’s lips from your own. You let out a small gasp, though you didn't say anything else. You couldn’t say anything else even if you tried; your brain was short circuiting from the forcefulness of the kiss you just experienced. It made your heart beat in your chest so hard you were scared it’d break loose of your rib cage.
“Why do you get to have all the fun, huh? I caught her.” Joey shot back, though you weren't sure he completely hated what he was witnessing in front of him. You could feel something warm and hard forming under his pants as he held you against himself and you unintentionally grinded against it. You were getting to the point you needed to feel friction, and you weren’t picky about what produced it.
“We have to warm her up, Joey. This isn’t a porno, she needs to want it.” Frank muttered, stepping forward and running one of his hands along the curve of your waist and to your collarbones. You bit your lip, your brain full of a hot steam that made it impossible to think straight. You were barely aware that Joey had released the grip he held on your wrists, and instead rested his hands along your waist. He drug his palms up and down the slope of your hips, tugging and pulling on your shirt as he did. His fingers ran the edge of your shorts, running along the top band of your panties. You whimpered at the contact. As if on queue, Frank slipped his hands under your shirt, quickly taking your chest in his palms. You let out a lewd sound that made your face flush impossibly redder. He felt so hot against some of your softest areas; the heat of his skin searing through the base of his fingerless gloves as he kneaded you softly.
“You like that? Two guys feeling you up like this?” he leaned into you to whisper, his words having a fringe of venom to them that kept you on edge. You couldn't formulate a reply as he continued to toy with you, doing whatever he could to work little gasps from between the lips he was so transfixed on. Joey’s hands found their way to your backside, taking each cheek in his palms and squeezing. He let out a sound that was close to a growl as he did, getting impossibly harder than before.
“She’s so fucking hot.” he muttered under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. You did, though, and it made your head twist. With one smooth motion, Frank wrapped his fingers under the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before you had a chance to interject. You shivered as the cold air nipped at your bare skin, hot puffs of steam pressing between your lips. Without any order, Joey slid his hands from your backside towards your chest, grabbing your breasts firmly and kneading. He pressed himself against you as flush as he could; the warmth of his body seeping through his clothes and onto your bare back.
“Don't worry, we'll make sure you stay warm, kitten.” Joey muttered in your ear from behind, grinding against you as he did. You couldn't help but gasp as he did, a familiar wetness forming in your underwear that just reminded you how much you wanted this. Joey appreciated your little sounds, and it emboldened him to reach under your bra completely, toying with your hard nipple slowly as he did.
Frank took a step back; taking a second to appreciate the view. There was something about watching someone else touch you that made the heat in his belly boil. He had never been good at sharing, a hard lesson he had learned many years ago when he was much younger. Seeing someone else doing to you what he should be doing made him want to fight, but he quickly decided he would redirect that fiery feeling into punishing you instead.
“Move her to the center of the room.” Frank ordered, turning around to check the entry way you had both entered from originally. He pulled on the ancient door that had been lodged open in the hallway long ago, the hinges screeching as he tugged it closed. Frank began to fiddle with whatever locking mechanism was on the door.
Joey pulled away from you, placing his palms on your shoulders as he guided you forward. For a moment, he hesitated in the center of the room, and after a split second, he took off his mask too. You looked at him carefully, surprised by how completely normal he looked as well. The most unusual aspect of him was the makeup he had all over his face. He must have smeared dark cream face paint across his umber skin; focusing the majority of it around his eyes and mouth to help hide them further beneath his mask. He averted his eyes from your own, nervous to make eye contact. You heard the lock Frank had been working with click into place, and he crossed both of you as he went to the other door frame.
“What’re you doing?” Joey asked as he casted sideways glances at your bare body. His breath got caught somewhere in his throat as he took you in. He couldn't remember the last time he had even thought of a woman's bare body, let alone saw it in front of him. It made his stomach turn, but in a familiar excited way he didn't even know he missed until now.
“You want one of those other ones wandering in here? They're both old fucking men Joey, let them do whatever they want out there.” he pulled the other door closed as he explained himself. You were silently thankful for this. Every one of these encounters you worried about a fellow survivor stumbling across whatever indecent acts you were committing. Worried about how they'd judge you; how'd they tell everyone else around the campfire you were screwing around with the killers. It was a fear that always nagged at you no matter how hot you got.
“Fuck, the lock's broken on this one. Whatever.” Frank cursed under his breath, joining you and Joey in the center of the room. Frank stood in front of you, folding his arms against his chest as he looked down at you. He had a sly grin spread across his face, his cheeks flushing red despite his best efforts.
“Wanna show me how sorry you are? Wanna show us both?” he asked. His voice dripped between his lips, and you weren't sure you could say ‘no’ even if you wanted to. You didn't want to say ‘no’; you wanted to do whatever he told you to.
“Just tell me how.” you replied coolly.
“I couldn't have asked for a better, little freak could I?” he replied, taking one of his hands and forcing you to your knees. To your surprise, he began to unbuckle his belt in front of your face, his jean buttons quick to follow. Joey jumped at this action, frozen in the moment and unsure what to do himself. Suddenly, you were much less cool than you were moments ago as Frank pulled his member out. Oh- it was much bigger than what you were expecting, and you felt excitement build within you. Why were they always so big? Not just long, but girthy too. You couldn't help but imagine it filling you; pumping in and out and in and out and-
“Start sucking.” he ordered in a very flat tone. You were lucky your brain processed this command so aptly, and you weren't about to back out of your apology. You quickly took his shaft in your palm, pressing his tip against your lips tenderly. He felt so warm against you, and you lapped up the bead of precum that had begun to form at the tip. You ran your tongue up and down the sides of him, stroking his shaft slowly to make his knees shake as you did. He couldn't help but let out a little moan, and his face flushed with embarrassment as he did. Frank decided that was enough teasing, and he hastily wrapped his fingers in your hair and forced you down on his length. For a moment, you gagged; tears welling in your eyes as you adjusted to the unexpected member filling your mouth. Though unexpected, it wasn't anything you couldn’t handle. You were able to regain your composure quickly; finding a pace that worked little growls from Frank as you bobbed up and down on him.
"Fucking s-shit…" he stuttered, his hand still in your hair as you took his full length in your mouth. You looked up at him as you held all of him in your mouth, locking eyes with him as you did. Frank’s head spun from the visual, his whole body tensing at the sight of you. You picked up pace again, still holding eye contact as you tried to milk any noises you could from him. You were acutely aware of Joey to your right, likely enjoying the show but more than likely feeling left out. You had never been with two people at once before, let alone two men. You felt like you needed to do something, though.
You didn't halt your astonishing pace on Frank as you held a hand towards Joey, pulling on the band of his pants once you made contact with it. Frank forcefully pulled you off of him with a moan, shaking a bit as he looked down at the thick spit that still connected your lips to his member. He fought back his own release as Joey got his pants undone, his fingers shaking as he tried to unbutton his pants. Watching you blow Frank had made him so uncontrollably turned on he was worried he’d unload in his pants right then and there. He pulled his member out eagerly, and you were surprised to find that he was even thicker than Frank.
You stroked Frank with your free hand slowly as you leaned into Joey, not bothering with the little teasing and instead taking him completely in your mouth from the get go. He made a choked sound as your warmth surrounded him, cock twitching against your tongue as he fought to not reach his climax at the new found sensation. You were so warm and wet around him, his cock sliding past your mouth and bumping the back of your throat. The thought that you could take all of him at once only made him hotter, his body thrusting into you without him having to tell it to do so. You matched your pacing between the two of them, savoring the lewd little sounds you could force out of them as you did your best to pleasure the pair.
You hadn't ever considered you'd be turned on by something like this. But, fuck, it was doing something to you that was driving you crazy. You rubbed your thighs together just to feel any sort of friction, wanting nothing more than to reach down and get yourself off as well. It shouldn't be hot, doing this to two men at once (let alone two killers) but it was making you so unbelievably wet. You had already soaked through your panties, and could feel your jean shorts moistening as well. There was just something feral about handling two cocks like this; something alluring in making two men crumble around you at the same time.
Joey spat some curses before pulling himself away from you, his head spinning from the wetness of your mouth. You noticed Frank pull out of your hand as well. Though he tried to save face, his trembling legs gave away how close he had been to finishing in your hand.
"You're too good at that." Joey gasped as he looked down at you as you wiped your mouth with the back of your forearm.
"Let's see what else she can handle." Frank murmured, kneeling down on the ground beside you. Without any words, Frank forced you on to all fours, a sharp swear escaping your lips as your palms kissed the icey wooden floor. Joey knew what to do without Frank's instruction, and kneeled down in front of your face. Your stomach twisted with excitement as your brain managed to jump to where this was heading despite how hot and bothered you were. Frank grabbed onto your hips, forcing you into the proper position on the floor for what they were about to do to you. He pulled your pants and panties down in one smooth tug; lining himself up with your entrance as he replaced his hands onto your hips. He pressed between your thighs, his cock still slick with your own salvia. He savored the friction he could pull from the small thrusts, the sweet skin on skin connection. Your stomach jumped, face and body growing hot as you prepared yourself for what was to come. Your mind spiraled as you considered being spit roasted between the two of them, so filled with cock on both ends.
"Fuck, you should see how wet she is already. That gets you off, you freak? Being used by two guys at once? You’re gonna love this, you slut." Frank's voice turned into a growl as he approached the end of his sentence, and suddenly you were filled from both ends. You moaned around Joey's cock as Frank dug his fingers into your hips; fighting back a moan of his own as you clenched impossibly tight around him.
"So… tight…" he panted, unable to move for just a moment. You clasped around him so firmly he was sure he’d bottom you out if he thrusted in you with full force. Every little movement he did within you caused you to bob and whine around Joey, who could do nothing but growl in response. One of Joey’s hands locked onto your shoulder to steady himself, while the other threaded through the strands of your hair so he could have more control of your movements. For a second, everything was entirely too still as the pair of them adjusted to the new found warmth and wetness of your body. It was still, until Frank pulled out completely and then promptly rutted back into you. The force of his thrust sent you flying into Joey, the tip of his dick pressing firmly against the back of your throat. Your muffled moan made Joey shake, the vibrations of your lewd sounds only getting him off more.
“Such… a good… kitten…” Joey managed to stammer as you sucked him, Frank picking up pace behind you which in turn made you pick up pace on him. You had never felt so full in your entire life, your eyes watered from the sensation of being so completely used and at the will of these two killers. You felt Frank’s fingers digging into your soft skin, threatening to leave blooming bruises all over your hips. He felt so hot within you; he stuffed you up so full that you weren’t sure you wouldn’t burst. Your head spun more with each and every thrust, Frank punctuating one with a firm slap to your ass. It would certainly leave a mark.
“You take my cock so well.” Frank growled, leaning further into you as he did. You moaned words you weren’t even sure were words around Joey’s cock as they picked up a brutal pace on you; in and out and in and out and in- you felt the tight coil in your lower abdomen tightening impossible further. It was white hot and burning within you, so hot you didn't even notice tears streaming down your cheeks. Frank could feel you clenching insurmountably tighter around his member, edging closer and closer to your release.
“Fuck yes… fucking cum, you little slutty freak. Cum on my cock…” he leaned further down on you, snaking one hand around your hips and thumbing circles on your already sensitive button. You fought back what you could assume was a scream as he railed into you, every single one of your senses on overdrive as Joey’s cock twitched in your mouth and Frank’s rammed into you with such force you were sure he’d leave bruises from the contact.
Your climax hit you so suddenly white sparks flew behind your eyelids. You felt your arms and knees shake as you clenched and milked Frank for anything and everything he could give you. Watching you twitch and writhe and moan was enough to make Joey snap, tightening his grasp on your scalp as he held himself fully hilted in your mouth.
“K-Kitten-” Joey moaned as he twitched against the roof of your mouth.
“Fuck-shit!” Frank couldn’t stop himself either. You felt hot essence spill into you from both sides; your mouth and pussy packed so full with their hot ropes of cum and twitching cocks you were sure they would spill out of you. Frank continued to curse as he poured even more into you, his pacing uneven as he did. You swallowed all you could from Joey eagerly, and were surprised at how neutral it tasted as you gulped around him. Joey’s entire body shuddered as you did, his hot pants hanging in the air as he felt his soul leave his body for just a moment. You were surprised at how hard they stayed within you as they rode out the last moments of their orgasms. You were still quaking, coming down from the overstimulation you had just felt. After what felt like an eternity, Joey pulled out first, panting as he did.
“S-such a good kitten; you swallowed it all…” he cupped your chin as he praised you, tilting his head to the side as he did. He wiped the drying tears from your face as he took in your half-lidded look, his mind foggy from his first climax. Frank pulled out shortly after, making sure to watch as his cum spilled out of you onto your thighs. It was such a sight to behold, you overflowing with his own seed, it just made him want more. You tried to catch your breath, the wetness seeping from between your legs latching you to reality. You barely noticed another generator roaring to life in the distance, your whole body still shaking as you tried to regain your composure. Frank stood up behind you, kicking his pants off from around his ankles.
“Ah, ah, ah. We’re not done yet, I think you can take more.” he muttered, Joey doing the same. Frank was aware that there were only a few generators left before the party would be over, whether he wanted it to be or not.
“W-what? But you already-” you sat up onto your knees as Frank interrupted you.
“It’s the feral frenzy, babe. You think we’re just gonna be one and done?” he growled, wrapping his hands around your upper forearms and pulling you to your feet. It was a stark reminder that despite looking so human, Frank still had a strength beyond that of a normal man that was gifted to him by some sort of supernatural force. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed how hard they both still were, but you hadn’t considered they could just go again so soon after going once.
“There’s this thing I always wanted to try-” Frank's voice was cut off by footsteps from the outside of the room.
“I’ve never seen this door closed before…” you recognized Ace’s voice from the other side of the locked door, and your hand flew up to cover the gasp that threatened to leave your mouth. Your stomach dropped. Frank frowned, hoping the old geezer wouldn't ruin the moment. Joey panicked, trying to pull his pants up over his ankles, but failing miserably. Frank wanted to take complete advantage of the situation he was in, and some old weirdo busting in and seeing his cock out was not part of the plan. Ace tried to push the locked door open while you all held your breaths, and when it didn't budge he gave up after a few moments of struggle. You all tracked his footsteps as he walked down the hall, towards the door on the opposite side of the room.
That door didn't have a lock.
You tried to jump towards it, but quickly found your legs were made of jelly and you stumbled to the ground. Frank caught you by the waist, helping you stand straight once more. You wriggled from his hold, stumbling over to the door and pressing your back firmly against it as Ace muttered nothings on the other side. Ace tried to push it open, and the cold wood bucked against your bare back as you fought back a whimper. Frank sneered, pushing past Joey who was still struggling with his pants, to help hold the door closed. He couldn't miss an opportunity like this, though, and he pinned you to the door in front of him, holding the door closed with his forearm while he lifted his other. He held his pointer finger up to his lips, smirking as he did. Frank let out a nearly silent “hush” as he did this, his eyes full of fire.
You felt Ace push against the door again, a hot sweat clinging to your back as you fought against it. Frank’s free hand snaked down your front, running along your bare stomach before settling between your legs. You gave him a pleading look, shaking your head rapidly. The door pushed again. He slid a single digit into you, and, with the combined natural wetness you provided and whatever hadn’t dripped out of you that Frank had provided, there was little resistance. Your hands flew over your mouth, your body still so sensitive to touch that even one finger in you was enough to work a moan from between your lips.
“Is it stuck?” you heard Ace mutter as he pushed against the door again. Frank forced another finger in you, pumping slowly as you both held the door shut. He scissored them within you, fighting back the urge to just fuck you against the door in the moment as he saw your eyes roll up in response to his movements within you. This entire encounter felt like it lasted forty years; Frank doing his best to make you squirm and writhe while Ace tried to force the “stuck” door open. It only lasted a few seconds though, and Ace gave up with a single “weird” and wandered away. Frank didn't stop fingering you until the footsteps vanished completely though, and your legs were trembling as he pulled out of you.
“Are you ready for the finale? Are you gonna be a good little freak for me?” he leaned his face against your neck, drawing the flat of his tongue across your shoulder blade once he finished speaking. You nodded, your body worked back up to the level of want you were at just moments ago. You didn't expect to be so hot still, but here you were nonetheless.
“Good.” he growled, pulling you back to the center of the room. He pushed you against Joey, who had long given up on his pants. You were nearly certain he had been stroking himself while Frank was toying with you on the door. With no words said, Joey lifted you up, a startled yelp forcing its way past your lips. His hands grasped at your backside, spreading you slightly as you locked your hands on his forearms for support. With absolute precision, Frank aligned himself in front of you, lifting your legs over his shoulders and digging his fingers into your thighs. It almost seemed like this was planned from the beginning, the way they both got into position with nothing said and complete exactness. You felt Frank release one of your thighs, leveling himself with your front entrance.
“You think you can handle this, slut?” he muttered, teasing your entrance with the tip of his member. You trembled in their arms, honestly unsure if you could. Frank didn't wait for your reply, though, and hilted himself in you. The way you were folded in on yourself forced him to reach new lengths inside of you; he reached parts of you you didn't even know you had. You couldn't help but moan his name as he filled you, resting on his cock as Joey released one of his hands from your backside. You couldn't see what he was doing, but he brought his free hand to your mouth, having you open it so he could have you suck on his fingers for just a moment. His skin was salty on your tongue, and it only added to the pleasure of being filled by Frank as his cock twitched eagerly within you. Joey withdrew his fingers, aligning them with your second entrance.
“You better say my name just like that, kitten.” he whispered in your ear as he pressed a digit into you. Your body tensed for a second, an entire new sensation driving throughout your core and lighting your skin on fire. You were panting, unable to produce any sounds besides labored breathing. They both pulled out of you slowly, though they weren’t able to fully leave your warm confines because of the lifted positioning. Frank pushed himself back into you almost immediately, unable to be without your unnerving tightness around him for even a moment. Joey slid a second finger in you, and you jolted to attention again, the stimulation causing you to dig your fingernails into the skin of his forearms.
“You should see her… face… her hot, slutty face…” Frank muttered as he picked up pace. It felt so good, both holes being used at once like this; pressed so firmly between their bodies as they filled you in a way that you had never been filled before. You could already feel your lower stomach clenching as you built back up towards a second climax.
“You ready, kitten?” Joey leaned his cheek against yours, pulling his fingers from you and pressing the head of his member against your now empty entrance. His tip was already slick with precum, ready to enter you. Your breath hitched in your throat; you hadn't ever really been into butt play, not that you were against it at all. You didn't have much time to think about it though, as he pushed himself into you. Frank hadn’t stopped thrusting softly into you as this happened, though he slowed his pace as Joey stretched you beyond anything you thought you could take there. You gasped out his name, your eyes rolling as you bit your lower lip. Your body went limp for a moment from the complete overdrive of feelings; the sensation of holding them both within you simultaneously causing your brain to fry for just a moment. You kept thinking you could never feel as stuffed as you were feeling before, but The Legion was doing a wonderful job reminding you that you could always be filled more. Joey twitched in you as you moaned his name, his grip on your backside constricting as he reveled in the tightness that you formed around him. They both began to thrust into you at their own pacing, slow at first, but picking up speed as they worked horrifically lewd sounds from you.
Your head spun as your body tensed from the immense pleasure you were feeling. At first, you were worried it would hurt; being fucked in both of your holes at once was something you never thought would happen to you. But it didn't. Somehow, it felt better than anything you had ever felt; made you hotter and wetter than you had ever been in your entire life. You knew it wasn't going to take much for you to cum again.
“You like that, freak? Fuck, I’d never get tired of fucking you-” Frank tried to tease you more, but couldn’t; his own pleasure was make him lose his pacing already. He wanted nothing more than to unload in you again, and part of him was secretly turned on by the fact he was just spilling into you raw. He wanted to breed you over, and over, and over again. He wanted to breed you until you were nothing but his personal plaything he could use for hours on end. Who knew he was into the whole breeding thing, even though he was sure there was no real breeding that could happen.
“Keep making… those hot little noises.” frank ordered as you whined, wanting nothing more than to hear the sounds you produced while he was fucking you on loop for eternity.
Joey was in his own head, panting and fighting back moans as he felt you clench around him. He swore he could feel Frank each time he entered you, adding more pressure around himself as he thrusted into your ass. From his angle behind you, he could get a perfect view of your tits bouncing each time he pounded into you and it just caused him to push himself into you faster and harder than before. He wanted you to say his name, moan it in that panty way that made his head spin. He loved hearing you get off, loved feeling your body tense with pleasure around him as you reached your end.
“You gonna… cum again, kitten?” Joey panted, his fingers locked onto your skin like iron as he continued to plunge deeper and deeper within you. You couldn't do anything besides moan his name in response, your whole body convulsing as they reached a pace that could only be described as frenzied. He loved the sound of it, though.
“You wanna get… bred by us, you little freak?” Frank joined in, the juxtaposition of their dirty talk edging you closer. You held on as long as you could, waiting for them to reach their peak as you reached your own. It was quickly seeming like you would lose yourself first, though.
“F-fill me up- God, please, cum in me!” you managed to moan quietly as more tears streamed down your face, and that was enough for both of them.
“F-fuck… You’re so fucking hot-” Joey grunted as he pulsed inside of you, warmth filling you as he spilled deep, deep inside of you.
“T-take it all -fuck- you’re so fucking tight-” Frank moaned, his pacing growing rapid and uneven as he spilled into you. The unbearable heat of their combined essence sent you over the edge, and you found your vision blurring as a surge of pleasure coursed through you. Your back arched as black stars dotted behind your eyes and you couldn't stop from crying out. You were breaking, crumbling apart between them. The only thing keeping you together was them pinning you in place with their cocks as they pumped more and more into you. The heat rolled over you in waves, your nails digging into Joey’s skin as your inner walls fluttered around their members repeatedly. Everything was blurry, your head was a million miles high in the snow filled clouds.
“F-fuck, milk it all, babe…” Frank huffed, the feeling of you cumming on him again blasting his brain with heat. He hated how much this was doing for him; how addicted he was to the sight of you riding his cock through your climax. They both pulled out of you at once, their seed dripping out of you and spilling onto the floor. Somewhere in the distance, the final generator was finished, and a familiar alarm blared overhead.
“Shit, done so soon? We were just starting to have fun...” Frank pouted as they both set you down on your feet. As soon as they released you, though, your knees gave in. You were not entirely sure your legs had not been replaced by jello during the encounter you just had. Frank laughed, while Joey wrapped one of his arms around your waist to help steady you. You were still panting lightly as this all happened, and it was hard for Joey to control himself so close to you.
“Aw, I’m sorry kitten. Can’t even stand up right after what we did to you...” Joey cooed, helping you over to your clothes that were thrown haphazardly in a pile on the floor. Frank helped himself to his own pants, redressing quickly. All he could think about was fucking you again, though. You and Joey followed suit, though you made the same mistake you always did in these scenarios. This time, though, you were filled with twice the amount of cum you usually were, and you had no doubt it would be leaking down your legs in a matter of minutes. You heard an exit gate sliding open in the distance, and prayed your teammates would simply leave rather than wait for you.
Frank closed the distance between the two of you, picking up his mask from the floor as he did. He placed it back over his face as he forced you up against a wall, pinning you there with a hand planted firmly to one side of your face. He took the other to cup the side of your cheek, tilting your head up towards him so he could stare you in the eyes better. He looked you up and down, trying to remember everything about you. Your face, the clothes you were wearing, your oddly intoxicating smell. The smell. He would never forget that.
“You were such a good girl for us, so we’ll let you go just this once.” he murmured to you, releasing the grip he had on your cheek. He leaned in closer, the cool plaster of the mask resting on your cheek.
“I'm going to do this every time though. Every time I see you. I’m going to fuck you, and fill you and breed you. Do you understand?” he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him at all. Your voice caught in your throat somewhere, and all you could do was nod slowly. He pulled back.
“Get moving to the exit gate before I change my mind.” he snapped, turning away from you quickly. It was hard to be in such close proximity to you, your scent made his mind foggy in a way that was so unusual it made him uncomfortable. You edged along the wall, creeping towards Joey as you did. He had also replaced his mask on his face, and watched you carefully as you went to leave.
“It’s been fun, kitten. The others aren’t going to believe this.” he chuckled, tilting his head to the left as he did. Others? Did he just mean the other members of The Legion? That would be embarrassing enough on its own. But this phrasing made your brain kick into overdrive. Did the killers gather around a campfire similar to your own and talk about their trials? Your stomach dropped, a whimper clinging to your throat. If they were able to talk to one another, oh boy, would you be the talk of campfire. The certified entity’s slut. You shook your head slowly, making your way through the resort and towards the powered exit gate. It was so cold, and you were drenched in unmentionable things between your legs as you trudged through the snow. Along the way, you stumbled across the hatch, which indicated to you that all the other survivors had left the trial grounds.
For a moment, you stood in the snow; the dark fog that emanated from the hatch lapping at your ankles; a cold wind biting your bare arms and legs to remind you of the freezing temperatures. How long could you keep this going? How long could you keep this dirty secret away from the other survivors? It just didn't seem likely. It didn’t seem possible. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. It was too cold out here in the snow to worry about that now. You took a step forward, allowing the darkness of the hatch to engulf you once more. This had all started when The Trapper had given you hatch what felt like years ago. Look at you now. Could you have ever thought that a one time occurrence like that would turn into your trial standard? Your brow furrowed as you fell through vast nothingness.
What would you do once you got caught?