“What’s wrong?” One taunts, unclipping the front of my bustier. “Two of us not enough for you?”
He undoes one fastening at a time.
“No—”
Two’s hand muffles my objections as the front of my dress falls open. I’m not wearing a bra, and my breasts shimmer in the moonlight, the tiny blue veins over them visible.
One’s gloved fingertip trails across the tip of my nipple and makes it harden. He circles it, before catching it between histhumb and forefinger. He pinches hard. I cry out into Two’s hand, wishing for a savior who isn’t coming.
“A real man knows how to pleasure a woman,” One says. “You deserve better than a high school fumble.”
He wants to destroy meandbring me pleasure. None of it makes sense.
One’s eyes penetrate me. They’re an unreadable misty gray color, full of secrets, storms, and something else too… Damage. So much damage.
“Have you ever felt a man’s touch between your thighs, Little Ghost?” One asks.
I blush. Although I can’t see him, I imagine he’s smirking underneath his mask.
“I bet you’ve imagined it,” he says. “How it will feel to have a cock fill your tight virgin cunt.”
I’m terrified, yet his words make my inner thighs clench in desire.
One drops to his knees. Two forces me to look ahead as One crawls under my skirts. I keep my legs pressed together, but One coaxes my knees apart. I whimper into Two’s palm and move my head from side to side in resistance.
“Remember what I said about moving,” Two growls ominously.
One’s hand slips up my thighs. His glove grazes the front of my panties, and he pulls them down. He stands again, black panties in hand, and holds them up to his mask to inhale my scent.
“It’s time we remind our little ghost who owns her,” One says, unclipping his belt with his free hand. I swallow hard, my gaze drawn to the growing bulge in his pants. One hands Two the belt. “Tie her hands.”
Two removes his hand from my throat. I open my mouth to scream, but One stuffs my panties into it to gag me.
“Hold still,” Two growls, forcing my hands roughly behind my back and tying them in a leathery bind.
“No one can help you now,” One says, pinching my nipple again to make a point. “On your knees.”
Shaking, I lower myself into a prayer position. Two looms behind me ominously, while One shamelessly drops his pants and unsheathes his cock like a weapon.
It’s the first time I’ve seen one in person. It’s huge. Sometimes a tampon can hurt to put in, so I don’t know how I’ll stretch to fit something like that. He’s around nine inches long, and I’d be able to wrap both hands around his girth.
One removes his gloves and spits onto his palm. He wraps his hands around his thick member, and I watch his foreskin slide up and down as he pleasures himself. He has no shame. He exudes confidence and keeps his eyes fixed on me the whole time. I’m repulsed and hypnotized. How would it feel in my hands?
“Don’t look away, Little Ghost,” One instructs as if he’s read my dirty thoughts. “This is what I want you to think about the next time you touch yourself.”
I look into his masked face, trying to take in as much as I can. Maybe I’ll see something that could identify him, but I can’t make out any real details. They don’t do police lineups of muscular thighs.
“You’re ours,” he groans, quickening his pace.
I’m transfixed as his cock engorges.
I know what’s about to happen before it does.
Nothing prepares me for his cum spraying over my tits. Ruining me. Tarnishing what’s supposed to be one of the best nights of my high school experience.
“Look at her, all painted in my cum,” One says. “It marks you as ours.”
Two hands him a phone, and One aims it in my direction. A bright flash fills the room. I look away, disgusted that this is something he wants to commemorate.
