Good Little Freaks: Chapter II
Author’s Note and Disclaimer:
Although arguably all of my works deal with dark and often taboo themes, I in no way endorse or condone the criminal actions therein. Sans some of my poetry, all of my work is fiction, and meant for an Adult/18+ audience. I will endeavor to add content notices/warnings to all of my posts, but some may slip through the cracks.
In Good Little Freaks, there is a general content notice for ruminating over past off-page (child) sexual assault (and grooming within a cultish Evangelical church setting), transphobia/homophobia, depictions of blood and injury, an on-page anxiety attack/emotional breakdown, consensual sexual scenarios, dub/non-con fantasies, blowjobs, mentioned panic attack related to a past sexual scenario, breath play, chastity play/belts, breeding kink, bloodplay, non-consensual violence (with death and torture as the intended end goal), and cursing.
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Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.
— Galatians 5:19-21 (King James Version)
Not a moment after Dresden, Tomás, and Judas reached the inside of the church’s entryway, the heavy door slammed shut behind them, plunging them into complete darkness.
Sidney’s scream was right in Dresden’s ear.
Despite her recent feeling of not-so-fun dread, Dresden couldn’t help the excitement drumming inside her. Even though she’d worked herself up about this place and what it symbolized, it was just a place.
It’s just a church. Hardly worth an emotional breakdown. And god, she loved a good jump-scare. Could’ve been the wind. Pride swelled inside her chest at her next thought. Or they could’ve rigged the door to do that.
There was a shuffle of boots on the vinyl flooring—
Judas.
They’d left hers and Tomás’s side but didn’t seem to be going far.
“Let there be light.” Judas’s grin could be heard in his voice as the sound of him flicking a switch clicked through the darkness.
Dresden shielded her eyes and felt Tomás move to do the same as he pressed against her back.
There was a soft sparking sound.
No light.
“Well, this has been fun.” Victor deadpanned.
Dresden touched the screen of her phone as the sound of Judas walking away echoed in the abyss-black room. Probably toward where she assumed the wall electric socket was. How Judas could see or know where to go in this darkness was a mystery to her.
She shivered against Tomás. Maybe my cell’s flashlight will work this time.
Her phone lit up, graphics fuzzy and dim. A notification box popped up in the center of the screen. Water has been detected in the charging port. Normal functions will resume when no more liquid is detected.
“Fuck.” She muttered, gently hit the end opposite the charging port, and hoped that she could force the rainwater out before any permanent damage was done. She’d had the phone for years now, and she wasn’t looking forward to getting a new one. It wasn’t necessarily a money thing, but rather a matter of principle. And Dresden didn’t like change… especially when it came to people and things in her daily life.
A delicate tapping, a sound so much different from her increasingly aggressive slaps, echoed through the building.
Her phone slipped out of her hands and hit the ground with a thump.
Dresden's eyes widened in the dark, trying hard to follow where the new sound was coming from. But the harder she listened to it, the softer it became.
“That’s seriously creepy.” She bent down to pick up her phone. turned, and trembled against Tomás’s strong, muscular body.
He laughed softly as he tangled his fingers in her hair. “It’s only the dark.”
“The dark doesn’t make sounds.”
There was another sensory change.
As she inhaled, there was a scent. The faint smell of wood smoke followed the overtones of sweet musk and something that reminded her of what gin felt like once it settled in her stomach. Elderberries, roses, and were those crisp and tart pomegranate seeds?
His chuckle got cut off with a sharp intake of his breath. “What do you mean?” His grip on her loose hair tightened to the point that the roots ached.
The tapping grew fainter as she breathed in the intoxicating smell filling the foyer more and more.
“I…” A vicious need, a hunger for him, pooled deep within her as he pulled her snug against his body. God, where is that delicious scent coming from?
“Dresden…” His voice was pitched low and soft as she whimpered. “What… what sound? What sound is there?”
Her mind was fuzzy with desire as she sniffed the air around him. She didn’t know he had a cologne that smelled that good, but god, that smell had to be coming from him. She rolled her hips against his thigh. The room-temperature material of her chastity belt was pressed against her folds, but not enough to give her any sort of release. “Must’ve been the rain outside.”
“If this is too much…” Despite the concern heavy in his voice, Tomás was hard as a rock as she continued to grind against him.
A part of her wanted to narrow her eyes and scold him for hinting that it could be psychosis—well, she assumed that was what he could be insinuating—but fuck. Dresden huffed. I’m too damn horny to care.
“Seriously, I’m fine. It was a bit jarring at first being in a church again…” In a practiced motion, she undid his belt buckle and slid her hand down his pants to cup his firm, full balls. “But I’m starting to like being in the dark with you.”
His breath stuttered as she gently squeezed him.
“What’s wrong?” She grinned and fondled him more.
“B-babe…” He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
She rocked up on her feet to press her lips on the column of his throat. She nipped and sucked on his skin that was not covered by his shirt or leather collar.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. A slight vibration hummed from his vocal cords, like he was holding back a moan.
“Feeling a bit shy?” She teased as she released him from between her teeth, very much aware that Victor and Sid could be heard softly fucking in the dark nearby. “Oh, baby.” She tugged on his tie below his collar. It wasn’t as much fun to pull at as his leash was, but it’d do. “That’s too bad.”
“Dresden…” This time, his voice sounded pained. Not that she was causing him pain, but that he would be in a lusty agony if they didn’t fuck.
She made a sweet little humming sound that never failed to make him jump her bones in the past. She ran her hands all over his body as she carefully knelt on the worn carpet flooring of the church foyer. “You know what I think? I think that despite you having fun all by yourself, you’ve been lonely.” Dresden nuzzled his cock and inhaled his comforting musk. Saliva filled her mouth with anticipation. “Isn’t that right?”
His breath shuddered, and his member twitched up against her cheek.
“All you’ve had is your hand and flesh-light and imagination. Isn’t that true?” She played with the zip of his slacks. “Poor, poor Tomás. Pathetic Tomás. A sad little puppy who’s been trying his very best not to act like a bitch in heat.”
He was leaking through his pants at this point from precum.
“And you have been in heat, haven’t you?” She ran her tongue over the fabric then after, with a flick of her fingers, undid his pants and pulled them down past his knees.
His cock sprung out, erect for her.
She flicked her tongue over his tip.
He rocked his hips toward her, and said in a breathy whimper, “Dresden—”
“What’s wrong? Need someone to do more than let you hump them?" Hmm?” She took him into her mouth part of the way, tasting him for a moment before pulled away to giggle. “Well, you’ve found another bitch to fuck, so fuck my mouth, as our master still has the keys to my cage.”
He pushed his member into her waiting, salivating mouth with a loud moan.
If her mouth wasn’t preoccupied, Dresden would’ve cheered because fuck. She’d been so damn desperate to be used and filled for what felt like forever. And, as he found a steady pace and continued to slowly go deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, she realized that if it were possible, she would’ve murdered someone to get Tomás’s cock inside her. At the moment, any hole would do, but the end goal was to get her brains totally scrambled.
She wanted to get used like a toy. Like all she was good for was getting her body stuffed and stretched so much that cum would drip out of her for days. She wanted to be tossed around and have someone or a group of people to force themselves on and into her, ignoring her tears and cries, until she passed out. And she’d definitely welcome those same perpetrators to carry on with her unconscious body.
Like she wasn’t a person equal to them. Or a person at all.
Tomás wouldn’t do that to her, even in a scene. They’d tried once and he’d nearly had a panic attack, so that was an automatic no for him, and she respected that and never pushed for that from him again.
Judas would do that for her. They’d told her that at some point tonight, some of the scare actors would drag her off somewhere to have their way with her, and Judaswould be there to make sure that nothing went amiss, of course.
Her cunt fluttered around nothing as she got fucking turned on more and more to the point that she could tell it would become painful in a little bit if someone, anyone, didn’t fuck her there.
In the periphery of her lust-hazy vision, she could hear Judas’s boots nearing and then stopping next to them.
Speak of the devil, think of the devil, want to fuck the devil, and the devil will appear. She made a small, pleased noise as they neared.
Tomás halted mid-thrust, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of the inside of her throat. “Judas—”
“Call me sir while you’re throat-fucking our bitch like it’s mating season.” Judging from his tone of voice, Judas didn’t seem angry. If anything, he seemed into it but covered it up with an unbothered mask.
“Sir.”
Dresden giggled cock-drunkenly around Tomás’s member, her nose pressed against his soft hairs at the base of his cock. Join, Judas, join.
Tomás twitched, his hips slowly easing out of her mouth.
Wait. No. She tightened her grasp on his thighs, hoping that might keep him there. Don’t go.
“No need to stop on my account.” A grin could be heard in Judas’s voice. “It’s Halloween night, isn’t it? Fuck her hole as hard as you can.”
“Yes, sir.” Tomás seized her by her hair and slammed back into Dresden’s mouth with so much force she saw stars.
Remembering to keep breathing through her nose, she moaned around him as he thrust in time with the beating of her heart.
“And you, my sweet little slut…” Judas clucked his tongue in Dresden’s ear. “We had a deal, right? Shall I unlock you? Have you been good enough?”
Dresden’s throat vibrated with what should’ve been her promising them that she’d been a very good slut and could be let out of her cage now, pretty please. Instead, her horny sugar-coated words were lost in the rhythm of Tomás’s dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Make him come. Then I’ll release you.” Judas nipped at her earlobe.
Eyes watering so much she knew her makeup was an unsalvageable mess, she played with Tomás’s balls, caressing the places she knew he liked, as his precum dripped down the back of her throat.
His moans increased in intensity as she trailed slow circles around his asshole where his plug was in.
She gently twisted the flared base around in place.
“Fuck,” Tomás trembled above her. “S-sir, may I…?”
“Should our puppy get to come? Hmm?” Judas cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder. “What do you think, Sid? Has our desperate pup earned his treat?”
Over the thawp of Tomás’s thrusts, Dresden could hear the wet sounds of Victor jerking off Sidney into oblivion.
“Ah, yes. God, please, yes.”
Judas chuckled softly. “I think that answers that.” Their hand closed around where Dresden dug her nails into Tomás’s exposed ass. “Go on, then, puppy. Come. Come.”
He slammed into her one last time, cock pulsing within her. His cum spilled down into her even deeper still. The growly moans he let out were enough to leave Dresden soaked with her arousal.
Fuck.
“Swallow,” Judas commanded Dresden, hand tightening over hers.
With a stupid grin that no one could see plastered on her face and her pussy throbbing against the chastity belt, she took in all of Tomás’s salty essence. She fumbled in the dark and ran her tongue over every inch of him to find every last drop.
Panting heavily, Dresden barely had any time to figure out what was happening when Judas’s hands slid across her body and yanked her up and backward. Tossed against the wall behind her like a rag doll, Dresden giggled as Judas wrapped their fingers around the base of her throat, pinning her there.
“Such a good girl,” Judas crooned in her ear.
She wriggled against them as they fumbled one-handed with the lock of her chastity belt. “I’ve tried to be the very best for you.”
Judas’s laugh was low as he turned the key, undid the belt, and tossed it aside where it hit the floor with a soft clang. “Liar.”
“I’m not—” She gasped as their nimble fingers caressed her wet folds.
“Do you know what we do to liars?” They pinched her clit—hard—as they tightened their grip around her throat. “Hmm, Dresden? Do you?”
“Huh…?” Her knees grew weak as he began to roughly alternate between twisting her nub painfully—deliciously—and pumping two then three fingers into her cunt. If it weren’t for the wall behind her and Judas pressed against her, she would’ve hit the floor.
“Well, Dresden…” Judas’s long fingers stroked her inner walls with such intensity her knees trembled. “We punish them.”
We… She whimpered and arched her back toward Judas’s body. He keeps saying ‘we.’ I wonder—
They pulled their fingers out of her dripping cunt and pressed the tips against Dresden’s parted lips, shutting off any thoughts in her brain.
She sucked on them, relishing in the salty sweetness of her own slick and moaned around his fingers. Aware of how hard Judas was against her navel. I need them. I need their cock. Right fucking now.
He withdrew their fingers out of her mouth and, with a soft laugh, pressed his lips against hers viciously rough that she couldn’t help the animal impulse to claw at the back of their already ragged shirt.
Need him naked. She gasped loudly as Judas broke the kiss, biting on her lower lip so hard the sensitive skin split as they pulled his head away. Blood dripped down her chin from her mouth as her whole body was an inferno of need as they helped her pull off and toss aside their shirt. She struggled with their jeans’ belt buckle. “Need you now.”
“Fuck,” Judas moaned loudly as they both briefly fumbled around trying to undo his pants. When the clothing finally came unzipped, he pulled them down and over his boots. The tear of fabric ripped though the sound of Sid and Victor fucking each other nearby and Tomás…
Dresden couldn’t pinpoint where he was in the dark, but she was too overwhelmed with Judas’s hot mouth all over her neck as they shoved her cropped tank top over the mound of her breasts.
Judas flicked open the front opening clasp of her viriginal white lacy bra and sucked on one of her nipples, squeezing her other breast painfully.
She ran her hand that wasn’t braced against her partner up and down their cock.
He rutted against her hand, their piercings pushing against her palm. He bit down on the flesh of her hard nipples, their canines sinking into her skin.
The scream of pain and pleasure because of the pain that ripped out of her was enough to have his cock swell in her hand. Despite wanting to get them off as many times as she physically could, she was greedy. She didn’t want any of Judas’s cum to not be inside of her. “P-please.”
Judas relaxed their jaw and and pulled away from her tits with a loud, wet popping sound. Voice cracking and low, they said, “Use your words.”
“I need your cock inside my cunt, right now. Please, please.” She clawed at his flesh, digging her nails in wherever she could reach. If she could force herself under his skin, she would. “Please. God, I need you to fuck me—breed me—so much it hurts.”
“Breed you?” Judas picked her up by her hips and, hands under her ass and still pinning her against the wall, teased her entrance with his cock’s tip. “Why didn’t you fucking say that to begin with?”
“Judas—fuck.” The air rushed out of her lungs as he let gravity pull her down onto his cock, filling her all the way up to his base. She wrapped her legs around his waist and and arms around his shoulders, writhed and moaned like the bitch in heat she’d playfully accused Tomás of being as Judas thust in and out of her. The friction of their member as they pounded into her over and over was so incredibly intoxicating. “Please come inside me. Please, please. I need it all. I need you.”
Judas’s moans shifted from deep and guttural to breathy and higher-pitch. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and—” Gasp. “You want me to knock you up too?”
The hard stainless steel of their cock piercings pressing up against her G-spot every time he thrust inside of her was getting her so fucking close to the edge.
“Please, please, sir. I want it all. I want my pussy to milk every drop from you. I—ah—need every bit. Oh fuck!” The overwhelming fizzy sensation of her orgasm rattled through her as she was on the verge of tipping over the edge. “I’m about to come. Please, fill me up, sir. Please, please, please—”
Judas kissed her as she could feel them swelling inside her as they thrust up into her, their warm seed filling her up as her own pleasure rattled her nerves.
She gasped for air when he broke away and tightened her legs around Judas’s body. Not being able to properly see her partner seemed to heighten the overwhelming sensations as they continued to fuck her, albeit more slowly this time as they lowered them both to the ground with her on top of them.
“That was…” She laughed softly as Judas stroked her hair. “Fuck. Worth the wait. Fuck. Judas, I—”
A massive hand covered her mouth from behind as the other yanked her up and away from Judas.
On impulse, she bit down, only to taste a thick rubbery material. She flailed her limbs around, kicking and trying to scream, another round of adrenaline rushing through her.
Fuck, fuck. Fear took hold of her body as she tried to writhe out of this barrel of a person’s arms. Dresden smashed her heel against what she suspected to be their knee. What’s going on?
Her captor grunted loudly, and in a gravelly voice, laughed. “Got a fighter. Come on, someone grab her legs.”
No, no, no. She kicked outward, the dark no longer comforting and safe as two strong hands grabbed her by each ankle. Judas. How have they not noticed me being fucking ripped off them? And Tomás. Victor. Sid… She realized that she couldn’t hear any of them anymore as she was taken down a long hallway. Where are they? Are they okay? How didn’t anyone hear these people creep up on us?
What’s going to happen to me?
