Page 32 of Make Her Scream

She lets out a little shriek and turns and runs, setting off in the direction of the rides. We didn’t stipulate that she needs to be in the funhouse this time. She can go wherever she wants. As long as we get to fuck her when we catch her, we don’t care where we do it.

My cock jumps at the thought of being inside her and sharing her with my friends. We’ll take her roughly, using her body, just the way she likes it.

I finish counting— “eight, nine, ten,” and resist the urge to add ‘ready or not, here we come.’ I glance over at the other Preachers, and we share a look of understanding between us.

Let’s go and get our girl.

21

OPHELIA

I dart between the now abandoned food stands and find myself in front of the carousel with the painted horses. I pause long enough to stroke their long, elegant noses before weaving between their outstretched manes and hooves and making it out the other side.

My men are coming after me.

The music of the rides drowns out their footfalls and their shouts, but I’m aware of them, nonetheless.

I reach the twister ride, the cars not in motion, but the music playing and the lights flashing. I wind between the cars, aiming for the opposite side.

Glancing over my shoulder, I catch the flash of a robe and a mask darting between the rides. They know where I am, and they’re hunting me down.

Bad memories from yesterday try to force their way into my head, but I push them out again. I wasn’t responsible for what happened to me. The push of those other men’s fingers inside me or tongues on my body wasn’t my fault. I never welcomed it, and it doesn’t change who I am or how I feel about my men. I refuse to let that experience become a part of me. I’m reclaiming my body now, and so are my Preachers. I haven’t told them just how far it went, though I think they have an idea. Perhaps I will tell them everything one day, but then again, maybe it’s better they don’t know. What would it accomplish, other than to give them something else to torment themselves with? The men who did it are already dead.

I jump down from the twister ride, my feet landing in the dirt. I almost fall but manage to right myself and keep running. I move past the stalls hung with stuffed animals and plastic ducks you can catch with a hook and shooting galleries.

I reach the bumper cars, but before I can run or hide, Cain, in his black mask and robe, steps out from behind the control box. Damn. How the hell did he get in front of me? I spin to head back the way I came but find myself face to face with Malachi and Roman, both stalking toward me with their robes and masks on.

Cain picks me up, as though I weigh nothing, and dumps me into one of the cars, so I’m side-on, my legs hooked over the sides. He leans over me, his big palms skirting up the outsides of my thighs, and then he hooks the elastic of my panties and yanks them down my legs.

“Mine,” he growls from behind his hood and pockets them.

Roman and Malachi have joined him, but they stand and watch from behind their masks.

Cain spreads my legs, adjusts his mask to reveal the lower half of his face, and, with him still standing on the outside of the car, bends over and covers my pussy with his mouth.

His thick, hot tongue pushes inside me, and I whimper and cling to the sides of the bumper car. He eats me hungrily, groaning his appreciation. He licks every inch of me, even sliding down to circle my asshole, before moving back up to suck on my clit. My nipples are hard with arousal, poking through the thin material of my dress, and my pussy is drenching Cain’s face. He’s so skilled at this, I’m squirming and panting within a minute, but then he stops.

He picks me back up out of the bumper car, setting me on my feet so I’m facing it, then he pushes on my tailbone, folding me in half over the car’s hood. I brace myself with my forearms on the metal and glance over my shoulder. Cain has pulled his hooded mask down again, fully hiding his face. The other two come to join him, and he lifts my skirt and hooks it over my back, then kicks my feet apart, so I’m spread wide open for them.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Malachi says from behind his mask. “So wet and swollen for us.”

The cool air on my hot skin only heightens my arousal. I want to be filled so badly, my entire body throbs with need.

“Please,” I beg. “Take me.”

Roman looks to each of his friends. “But whose cock does she want the most?”

“Maybe she shouldn’t know,” Cain growls.

He takes hold of the hem of my dress and tears a strip of material off it. Then he uses it to cover my eyes.

I’m in near darkness now, though the flashing lights of the fairground rides still penetrate the thin material.

It’s hard to hear the rasp of zippers beneath the crazy fairground music, but it’s there, and a moment later, the smooth head of a cock presses to my pussy. The rock-hard length pushes inside me, and I cry out with pleasure. Maybe I should be able to distinguish one man’s dick from another at this point in our relationship, but I can’t. All my men are well endowed.

They pump inside me for several thrusts, then slip out again, leaving me empty and bereft. But a different cock takes the first’s place, and a second man fucks me, his hands gripping my hips. I bounce back and forth over the hood of the bumper car, eyes blindfolded, exposed for all to see.

Then the third man takes his turn, swapping over and pushing inside me. His finger finds my asshole, and he touches me there at the same time as he rams his cock deep. Pleasure builds up inside me, and I’m sure I’m going to come any minute now.