Good Little Freaks: Chapter III
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, forced gagging, non-consensual violence (with death and torture as the intended end goal), accidental urination during a sexual encounter, a demonically reenacted of a past genital/vaginal mutilation, and cursing.
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When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.
— Matthew 12:43-45 (King James Version)
One of Dresden’s unknown captors kicked open a door at the end of the hall, and a shock of flickering red light washed over the group.
The room was decked out to look like a classroom—could’ve used to be one with how worn the desk seats were—and that shouldn’t have surprised Dresden, seeing as it was common for these types of megachurches to host youth groups and bible study classes.
There was a fresh blood spray across the wall and the clown at the front of the room, body still twitching as he hung on the wall, was pinned to the corkboard with several metal rulers stabbed through his outspread oversized red gloves and his gym shoes.
Maybe… maybe he’s a prop? She hoped as her stomach turned as he saw her. An anamatronic or something?
The whites of his eyes shone in the crimson light as the group made their way through the room toward a door at the back of the classroom that Dresden could’ve sworn wasn’t there on the blueprints Tomás had shown her of the church.
He’d wanted her to know her way out in case it all got too much and no one was around to guide her back outside.
Fuck, I hope that he and the others are safe. Dresden whimpered. If she did make it out of this, she still wouldn’t last long in life without him and Judas and Victor and Sidney. I just need to find a way to escape these people and then—
“Please, help me.” The clown mockery of Christ on the cross cried. “I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I’ll be good. I’ll—”
“Oh, shut up.” One of her captors, a woman with massive tits bursting from her crimson PVC corset top trailing behind the two men carrying her, stalked over to the wooden desk at the front of the room. She snatched up another ruler and, in a blur of motion, stabbed it through the man’s chest.
Blood spurted out of his mouth and the wound in an arc on the woman and past her, towards Dresden.
Dresden’s muffled scream rattled in her head as the hot lifeblood splattered across her face and exposed chest. She accidently inhaled some of the sticky, metallic blood through her nostrils. He’s not a prop. Not a prop.
Fuck. Her panicked breathing picked up. This is real.
Tears sprung to her eyes as the woman turned back around and the strobe light behind her lit up a shape of bat wings like a shadowy aura fanning out behind her.
The woman saw Dresden as she was jerked through the door that shouldn’t be there. She winked two of her four eyes.
Dresden fought to control her trembling as the door to the classroom was slammed shut behind them, plunging her into a hazy dark room with wisps of smoke curling in the air.
If… If the guy gushing out blood at the front of the room was one of the scare actors… What did that make these people?
Was finding that out even important?
I need to find the others and get us all out of here. Dresden whimpered at the thought of anything terrible happening to her loved ones. This has never happened at any of the other scare events we’ve put together. Why now?
Once the three of them made it to the front and center of the hazy room, the men carrying her tossed her onto the floor.
She yelped and, even though her body ached terribly from the landing, she scrambled to her feet and made for the door she came through.
I can make it—
Someone grabbed her by her bicep, yanking her to a stop.
Using her momentum, she spun around and body slammed the person with her shoulder. When the person—not one of the men who had carried her, but someone new—teetered backwards slightly but didn’t release her, she tried to knee him, but he grabbed her by that leg.
“Let me go. Let me go.” She screamed as he lifted her up into his arms, carrying her back into the center of the room like she was a toy doll.
He set her down on the vinyl floor of what appeared to be a stage, probably where a preacher would say his sermons for his congregation in this church’s past life. Now it was a huge room that seemed to be growing in size, spreading out like a desert of broken pews and multicolored lights strung around the stage and a softly flickering light at the back of the room where the door was serving as the only light sources.
He slapped her cheek lightly, as if he was teasing her. “Eyes over here, cheerleader. No one’s here to save you.”
She snarled up at him, baring her teeth like a trapped and cornered cat. At least a cat had proper claws. All she had was her body, which wasn’t strong enough to fight off any one of these men, let alone all three.
“Well, well, well.” He was tall, muscular, and a face drawn as sharp as a vulture’s beak as the predatory grin on his face spread outwards across his cheeks as he looked her up and down. “You didn’t tell me she was this… tasty.”
Dresden spat on his face.
The bone-pale man raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Boys, I think she wants to play.”
The trio of men pounced on her, tearing off the rest of her clothes, pinning her down, and fingering her with such ferocity that her cunt burned from the intensity and lack of any sort of lubrication.
“S-stop it,” she whimpered as one of them covered her eyes with his hand. Senses heightened by the sudden plunge into darkness, she shrieked as someone’s hot lips circled her clit and sucked. “Please, stop. Please, please.”
His tongue swirled around her bud, teeth poking her sensitive flesh. His, at least, she assumed it was the same person, fingers stroked her G-spot until her legs shook.
“Oh god, oh god.” She babbled over and over as she sensed the heat of someone’s body kneeling over her and there was the soft slap of hands bracing against the floorboards above her. The savory smell of precum filled her nose as one of the men prodded her mouth with his cock.
“I won’t.” Her breath cut off sharply as another set of hands began to roughly play with her breasts, kneading her fleshy bits as the other between her legs continued to push her closer and closer to the edge. “Please—”
Whoever was covering her eyes pulled his hand away, but she kept her eyes squeezed shut.
The cock was forced between her lips, throat fucking her hard. Harder than Tomás had ever dared or felt comfortable with, and without any of the sadistic tenderness Judas would give her.
Her stomach acids stirred at the unwelcome force.
Oh fuck no. Dresden really, really didn’t want to choke on her own vomit when this violator was close ejaculating. She could feel his length swell as it filled her throat. Breathe, breath through your nose, Dresden.
I will get through this. I will survive this. I have to.
The one fingering and eating her out switched his mouth over to her vagina and pressed his tongue in deep, deeper than she had ever thought possible for a human. It was a slippery and pleasurable sensation inside her now extremely wet pussy.
The third, who was now straddling her, pushed her tits together and began to tit-fuck her.
The fizzy, lightheadedness of being right on the edge of coming was filling her up faster than she was used to. Even though she didn’t actually want to have her throat being used like this, she couldn’t but enjoy in the salty, warm, fleshy taste of the man’s cock as he thrust into her mouth one last time before his cum spewed down her throat.
After he pulled his cock out of her mouth and then forced her mouth to shut so she had no choice but to swallow, Dresden gasped for air when that man released her jaw.
I shouldn’t like this. Her breath caught as she tried so squirm away, thouroughly overwhelmed by her orgasm wrapping it’s iron-clad grip around her body. Any of this—fuck!
The one with his mouth pressed against her hole didn’t stop, forcing her to feel every bit of the pleasure hitting her like a wave.
The one with his cock between her tits leaned down and forced his mouth over hers. His tongue swirled around her mouth, tasting his fellow attacker’s seed that lingered.
In her orgasm-addled state, Dresden contemplated clawing his eyes out now that no one seemed to be paying attention to holding her arms down anymore. But fuck. The fact that he was swallowing her breathless, throaty moans as she slowly came down from the high was enough to encourage her body to get worked up again.
He pulled away and got up off of her ar around the same time the one licking and sucking her pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and used.
Legs shaking from her release, she whimpered as those two men stood, stroked themselves rapidly, and ejaculated over her face and chest. The salty taste of their thick cum dripped in past her lips. She swallowed as she was briefly left alone on her back on the uncomfortably hard floor.
“Pst.”
Cunt throbbing hard from her forced orgasm, she craned her neck to look toward where the noise had come from.
Now wearing his jeans and leaning against a pillar where the light and shadows met, Judas fidgeted with the ring on their thumb.
Her eyes widened and instinctively, her body relaxed.
They’re safe but… but why aren’t they running or stopping this?
As one of the men pressed his cock deep inside her, she gasped loudly from both the sensation and her realization.
Oh fuck.
Judas… They think that this was what they planned out with the actual scare actors. A hoarse whine parted her lips as the man pumping into her seized her by her waist and dragged her across the floor, closer to him. But that would mean that they don’t know about the scare actor dead in that classroom. That these people and that woman are the ones who killed him and probably the other actors.
A tickle of an even darker thought prodded at her mind.
Could… could Judas be potentially responsible for these men?
Could they have meant for this, all of this to happen?
Could he know that this wasn’t a consensual-non-consent scene and that even though her body was rapidly betraying her, she didn’t want this to be happening? Not here and not like this and definitely not with these men?
“Fuck,” she swore. Her whimpers and moans were higher-pitched than before as the cock inside her swelled and her inner walls clenched.
Someone ripped off the remains of her bra off her back.
No. Shut up, brain. Her breath came out in short bursts. Judas would never. Not after how we met in that support group for sexual assault survivors. Not after everything.
Unlike their namesake, he wouldn’t betray her.
Especially not like this.
Which meant that Judas thought that he was observing and keeping an eye on her all the while thinking that she actually wanted this.
“Judas—mmmph!” She wriggled as the man inside of her shoved the cups of her bra into her open mouth after he pulled out. One of the other of the trio flipped her over and onto her stomach, grabbed her wrists as he forced his way into her puckered asshole.
Dresden screamed due to the intrusion against the gag made up of her ruined bra. Run Judas, run.
From the edge of the lit-up part of the room where they were watching, Judas’s brows scrunched together, as if they were trying to figure out if her screams were good ones or genuine, bad ones.
One of the men, the one with disturbingly realistic ram horns spiraling toward her from the skull-like mask he wore, grunted as he pressed his huge cock deep into her cunt, going deeper than she’d ever thought was possible.
Her eyes rolled back. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help from jerking her hips back against the stranger, her body desperate for more.
And there was more of that fucking delicious smell from the vestibule that made her body relax more as one of the others, the one that reminded her of a vulture, grabbed a handful of her long, sweaty, blood-sticky hair and spat in her face.
She couldn’t help it. She giggled from the nerves as the warm saliva dripped down her cheek.
What am I doing?
Why do I like this?
When one of her captors lifted her part of the way off the floor and angled her hips so he could access her dripping pussy, she spread her legs further apart. Even though this situation was simultaneously her darkest lusty desire and her worst nightmare, she realized that if she stopped trying to fight them and just let them fuck her and get her off, she might make it through this.
The second man, the one who’d just hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and was pushing into her overstimulated cunt, smeared the blood across her breasts. He twisted and licked and sucked on one of her pebble-hard nipples—the same one Judas had bit into her skin around earlier—until she was a writhing mess.
It was so hard to think about anything but coming over and over right now. If she wasn’t gagged and someone decided to throat fuck her, she realized that she wouldn’t fight back.
She grabbed onto the man below her, digging her broken nails in deep as she was jerked back and forth by the movement of both of their bodies and cocks inside her.
A muffled fuck relaxed her jaw as she could feel her whole body relax as her bladder emptied all over the three of them entwined.
Someone laughed. “Hell, I think we broke her.”
“They’re always better that way,” the other one inside her said.
“Brain-dead and cum-drunk is always the best.” The bird-looking one could be seen smirking as he circled the small group and stroked his cock, waiting his for his next turn. “They never seem to mind about being used then.”
Dresden’s eyes watered as another orgasm threatened to override what was left of her logical, not-sex-related thoughts.
There was the clip of boots on the hard floor nearing her head.
Her vision sharpened slightly and her mind became more clear. Judas…
Judas crouched down in front of her and lifted her chin. With a tilt of their head to the side like a bird, they pulled the makeshift gag out of her mouth.
Through breathy cries as her cunt clenched around the cock inside her and the one in her asshole swelled to the extent that she didn’t think she’d be able to walk for weeks if she survived this, she managed to say, “Get out of here.”
Judas’s blue eyes narrowed, and he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Alright, everyone, let’s wrap up here.”
The one connected to the member in her backside laughed as his hot seed spilled deep into her. “We’re not done yet.”
Judas slowly stood, fiddling with the switchblade in his pocket Dresden knew they carried around with them at all times. “She’s had enough.”
“We haven’t.” The same man’s eyeroll could be heard in his voice as he kept pounding into her as his cock hardened and started to swell again.
“She still seems to be enjoying this.” The one inside her cunt pulled out and then slammed deep into her so hard she lost her breath and saw stars. He slapped her clit repeatedly until the orgasm winding up her insides was let lose with a weak cry. “Why don’t you ask her now?”
Fuck, fuck. This shouldn’t feel so damn good. Her eyes stung from the tears as her squirt sprayed around the man’s cock and all over the hard vinyl flooring. Body exhausted, she felt the men lift her and turn her upside down like she weighed nothing. Someone’s long appendage seemed to materialize as it fucked her asshole. A forked tongue slithered into her cunt and tasted her.
“F-fuck.” Her legs shook as she clung at cock level with one of the men—creatures—that was holding her up and eating her out. Her eyes widened with both pleasure and fear as his member twitched and grew outward, filling her open mouth. The salty-tasting tip hit the back of her throat with a soft thud. “Mmph.”
Vaguely, she could hear the sound of Judas’s boots hitting smashing against someone’s torso and a cry of pain as someone staggered backward.
Upside-down and with her watering eyes looking between a pair of legs, she caught a glimpse of one of the men—the bird of prey—looking one—in the group clutching his throat, a putrid, black, blood-like liquid spraying across anyone within range.
Dresden’s eyes widened as the body hit the floor and exploded in a mass of ashy flakes. She watched as the flecks of what used to be a person fluttered around and melted into the floor like snow.
Okay, so these people—creatures—are definitely not human.
Wait.
Ashes and wings and tails and forked tongues…
Demons. Dresden struggled to keep breathing as her heart rate picked up and a softer, less powerful orgasm washed through her, weakening her already wobbly body. I’m a fucking fool. They’re demons.
“Put her down.”
Despite the creature with the tail still fucking her furiously while helping keeping her from falling, the one who’s cock was lodged in her throat had stilled his thrusts.
“Know your place, witch.” The one tail-fucking her swirled the tip around before pulling it out of her asshole. “You summoned us—”
“I called the one who owes me,” Judas’s voice rumbled and the weak multicolored lights strung around the sound room flickered rapidly. “Just her and no one more. Especially not a bunch of incubi.”
Incubi? Those demons that get more powerful with the more sex they have? Dresden gripped onto her captor as tight as she could in spite of her weakened body. Oh god. And Judas, who is apparently a witch—good to find out now after dating for years—knew about demons to begin with and still summoned one? Why?
If she didn’t crack her neck whenever these demons released her and she and Judas and the others could escape the hell out of here, she would be having a long talk with them. And it very likely would include lots of screaming and crying from her, but she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try to get her point across. How stupid could he be for bringing even one through?
“The veil is thin, kiddo. Can’t blame the rest of us for hitching a ride.” The one with his cock in her mouth sighed. “Get your little witchblade away from my neck and I’ll put her down. Carefully. Unless you want your little fuck toy to break her neck.”
