Page 61 of Fed By Fear

“Let her join us and I’ll take you myself. Fuck you while you choke our little toy.”

Hunt’s entire body shivers at the prospect.

“Fine.” The word gasps out.

“Stop, Githany.” One sharp tug of Hunt pulls him out of reach of her slurping lips.

Githany complains, “But I just?—”

She’s a little too mouthy for someone in her position. “Shut the fuck up, Githany. You’re still on our shit list. We’re doing things my way. One more word and I’ll let Hunt stab a hole in your stomach and fuck into that stolen soul instead.”

Madness’s giggling crescendos. “I hear souls are slippery and tight. Always grabbing onto things to try and drag themselves out, cocks and hands and bones. No body left, only slippery, squeezing soul.”

Hunt grins so wide that all of his eyes disappear into slits. “He makes it sound almost too appealing. I might have to try and find out.”

One of Hunt’s long, grey nails claws across Githany’s stomach, leaving a trail of deep blue blood behind.

“You wouldn’t—” A glare from me has Githany’s mouth slamming shut.

“Not another word. You’re moaning or you’re mute. Nod if you understand.”

She nods. Everyone is silent as they await my orders. Fuck, I love being in charge.

“Madness, two cocks. Take her and don’t hold back.And keep her upside down. She’ll stay like this so that we can use every part of her.”

A second cock develops just beneath Madness’s first. Two more arms form too. He’s always been a little overzealous. Darkness grants him the ability to alter his shape in ways that have me sweating for him on a daily basis.

Maybe I’ll have him grow three cocks side by side. Leash us like beasts and take us in tandem.

Madness’s brows quirk. “We’re not sure about that look. Shall we peek inside your mind?”

“Later. Trust me, you’ll like what you see.”Focus on the task at hand. “Up.”

Madness climbs atop the wheel, his smoky form both weightless and weighted. The spiral pattern twists slightly as he mounts her.

“Fill her,” I order.

Two arms grip the edges of the spinning wheel, anchoring him. The other two seize Githany’s hips. “We love it when you’re in trouble.” His laughter pitches as he shoves both cocks inside. Githany shrieks. Madness is fucking huge. I can see the outline of him bulging all the way to Githany’s belly button. She’s full enough to burst open, and that’s with just one of his cocks. I assume the second is giving her ass the same treatment. Now that she’s fully a soul-eater, we don’t have to be nearly as careful.

Madness experiments with the first few thrusts. Githany’s body goes limp, a lazy smile crossing her features. Too much pleasure, not enough pain. This should still feel like a punishment. It’s hard as hell to scare our little ghost girl these days. Pain will have to take the place of fear.

“Harder. I want her torn near in half with that soul pouring out of her ruined holes by the time you’re spilling inside.”

The wood splinters as Madness digs his nails into the wheel. The pace he adapts is truly savage. Githany is screaming. She looks terrified. Funny, she’ll scream and cry but in the end she’ll always finish and be begging for another round.

Our girl is fucked up in a way that only a monster, or three, could love.

“Gator,” Hunt whimpers. He still hasn’t gotten to come.

“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Grab onto the wheel.” I’m dominant and have a thing for degradation, but I have a soft spot that gets wrenched to the surface when I’m pleasuring Hunt.

Githany’s screams are abruptly muffled when I shove Hunt’s shaft back down her throat. She is a vision, upside down, with Madness fucking her from above and Hunt choking her down below.

Hunt’s whimper of gratification leads to a softening of his entire body.

Dropping to my knees lines me up perfectly with the back of his waist. “That’s right. Relax so you can take me.”

I enter Hunt from behind, hijacking the pace of the head he’s receiving. His body sucks me in, the tight comfort of him like a fucking glove I’ll never tire of wearing.