Redacted: A Halloween Bonus Story

Redacted: Halloween bonus story

Cerulean's Haunted Night of Worship and Ruin

Cerulean didn't remember falling asleep.

But she woke to fingers stroking her cheek.

The room was dark, quiet, but she could smell them. That earthy-cologne mix of gun oil and sin, of old bourbon and silk ribbon. She blinked once.

She was blindfolded.

Soft. Velvet. Buckled tight behind her head.

And her hands?

Not bound. Not yet anyway. But resting across her bare stomach like they were waiting for a command. She shifted, started to raise her hands to the blindfold.

Clink.

She felt metal on her wrists. Fine chains, like jewelry, moving against the backs of her hands, her forearms.

Cerulean gasped -- breath fluttering against her blindfold -- and tried to sit up.

Fingers pressed on her arm to stop her. Julian's voice.

"Don't move, darling. We're dressing you."

Dressing?

She almost laughed, except her throat tightened when the chains tightened too.

Something cool and tight circled her throat.

Chains trailed from it like whispers.

A collar?

Her breath hitched, and she heard Maddox chuckle. "You almost slept through it entirely, baby."

She sat still, her breath a little rapid, and just felt what they were doing.

She was naked. No... not naked. Not exactly.

When they stood her up, she could feel it all better.

There was a collar. It felt like solid metal around her throat.

Attached to it were strands of chains, delicate, clearly, deliberately, more symbols of their ownership than effective restraints. They knew she was theirs. They didn't need chains to keep her.

These chains slid like silk over her skin as they moved on her arms. They ran from the collar to matching metal armbands on her biceps, snug but not biting. Then the chains trailed down to the bracelets on her wrists. Short chains that led from them across the back of her hands to rings on each of her ring fingers. But that was just the upper half of her body.

They wrapped a chain around her middle, too, and from the center of that, attached two more chains that draped across the tops of her thighs to attach to metal bands around each of her thighs. Then those chains continued down to anklets. And then, finally, shorter chains across the top of each foot to a single toe ring. She was wearing chains literally from her neck to her toes.

A whole lattice of gleaming links wrapped around her. Binding her to them.

And then--

"Oh," she whimpered.

A nipple clamp, not too tight. They must plan on her wearing it for a while. They connected it to the collar. Loose enough for just a slight tug to her nipples if her breasts bounced or she moved too fast. It was the perfect, decadent amount of pull when she moved, just enough to feel it.

And then the other nipple, the same.

And a chain between them, draped across her chest.

Then they strung another chain from the collar, down between her breasts, and attached that to the belly chain.

"You're doing so well," Maddox murmured. His voice was a little rougher, edged with that dangerous glee that only came when he was trying to behave.

Not that he was likely to be trying very hard.

Every piece connected, each part feeding into the next -- collar to chest to belly to thighs to toes -- until she was strung like a harp, tuned to them alone.

But it wasn't done. No.

"Spread." Julian rasped quietly, tapping the inside of her upper thigh.

Her breath hitched, but she did, stepping her legs shoulder-width apart.

They attached another chain to the center of the belly chain, just at her belly button.

And then came the pearls.

They weren't smooth.

Not entirely. They were intentional. Two strands that ran between her pussy lips and back up along the cleft of her ass. They linked it to the back of the belly chain in a slick, sinful cradle.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

"Not tonight," Julian said, brushing a thumb along her throat as he traced the edge of the collar. She could hear the dangerous grin in his voice. "Tonight you worship us."

Then they clipped the vibrator over her clit, their favorite sweet torture device, and finally, spread her cheeks and inserted a plug in her ass last, fitting the pearls back down over it snugly. She gasped again, thighs instinctively twitching at the sensation of the pearls settling back over her, into her.

Then silence. Breathless, suspended silence.

Everything was still for a long moment. She was fairly sure they were admiring their work.

Then Maddox scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the room and down the stairs. She had never worn pearls like this before, and the sensation of them constantly moving even as Maddox carried her was.... Interesting.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and went where they took her, but she was surprised when she heard a car door open, and then Maddox slipped her into it. Buckled her in and sat beside her.

Two car doors closed, and then, the low growl of the car engine. She didn't protest, but her heart was racing. They were taking her somewhere wearing nothing but delicate chains and a couple of sex toys?

They didn't say anything. She sat in the backseat. Still blindfolded. The delicate chains swaying against her skin with the motion of the car.

Every bump in the road shifted her. The pearls ground softly against her most sensitive skin, her clit, and the plug inside her held her ass open, ready. Helpless.

Then, one of them flicked the vibrator on without warning.

She almost screamed in surprise.

But they only left it on for a moment. Just enough to turn her on a little more.

They did it four more times before the ride ended. A little longer each time. But still, neither of them said a word.

The Game Begins

Finally, the ride ended. She felt Maddox unbuckle her and then, the blindfold came off with a slow, deliberate tug, and Cerulean's breath caught.

They were in an empty parking lot, surrounded by tall pines on every side except one. Before her was a vast office complex, though it was only one story high, it stretched forever to the left and right. The windows were dark. Sunset bled across the sky behind it, throwing long, jagged shadows across the parking lot.

Julian had turned in the driver's seat and was watching her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured. "Your playground for the night."

Cerulean blinked in confusion. "I'm spending the night naked at an office? Is this a recreation of every cubicle farm employee's worst nightmare?"

Julian smirked. "Not exactly. We hired a team to repurpose the building for something a little more... appropriate for the holiday."

"Each room is a surprise," Maddox said in her ear. "A test. A treat."

"Here are the rules, Rue:" Julian continued. "You run. We hunt. You survive until sunrise if you can. There are no doors on any room you're allowed in. The ones you aren't allowed in are locked and hidden. No safe zones. If we catch you..." His voice dipped, velvet and dangerous. "Each time we catch you, we get to make you cum with whatever is in the room. Then, we let you go again, and we wait three minutes before we hunt you again."

Her pulse skittered. She could already feel the weight of the building, the shadows, the endless halls swallowing her whole.

Maddox leaned in slightly, his voice lower, more conspiratorial. "Or, if you're clever, maybe we never catch you. But I wouldn't bet on it."

She whimpered.

She swallowed hard.

Maddox's grin was pure mischief as he spoke, "No phones. No flashlight. You've got your senses and your wits. And your wildly sexy jewelry," he says, running his eyes over her body.

Julian scooped her out of the car into the chill evening air, carrying her to the double glass doors, and when Maddox opened them, set her down just inside, barefoot, her body trembling more with anticipation and arousal than the chilly air. There was something wildly erotic about being carried through a parking lot and into an office building, a generally public space, while completely naked except for some jewelry and sexy toys.

The air smelled of cold concrete and maybe candle smoke. Distant echoing sounds -- chains rattling, floorboards creaking, some faint heartbeat-like bass rhythm pulsing in the walls. They were in a dim and empty lobby. Ahead stretched a narrow corridor lined with shredded black fabric that swayed faintly in the air. A single jack-o'-lantern flickered in the distance, its grin jagged and cruel.

Julian's gloved hand pressed lightly against the small of her back to move her forward a few steps, as they closed the doors behind them.

Julian's voice was velvet again as he said her name, "Cerulean." She turned around to look at them.

Both grinned darkly at her as, with an almost ceremonial air, they lifted masks she hadn't noticed them having.

Maddox first--a skull face that she recognized from a popular military video game, stark white against black fabric. He looked like the embodiment of a hunter stepping out of a warzone.

Julian followed, sliding a Venetian devil mask over his face. Deep red with polished obsidian horns, the surface etched in elaborate black whorls and flourishes that caught the last light of the sunset. His eyes gleamed through the sockets, alive with dark amusement.

Together, they were something out of a fever dream--soldier and devil, both predators.

Then they opened the doors and stepped back outside.

Julian's voice cut through the thickening night, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade.

"Three minutes start now, little rabbit. Better make it count."

Maddox tilted his head, voice a low growl beneath the mask.

"Make it interesting for us, baby."

Then they close the doors, and Maddox holds his phone screen up to the glass so she can see a timer counting down.

2:48.

2:47.

2:46.

She ran.

The chains attached to the nipple clamps tugged every time her breasts bounced, the pearls between her legs rubbed all her most sensitive skin with every step, but she gritted her teeth and kept going. Her bare feet barely made a sound on the industrial carpet as she darted past the first intersection, heart pounding in her ears. The very sporadic lighting flickered every few seconds, leaving her in patches of shadow and light.

A skeleton slumped against the wall, its empty sockets catching the light. She flinched but kept moving.

Every sound felt amplified: her breath, the whisper of fabric, the creak of the building settling. Somewhere in the distance, she heard a faint ghostly wail, making her pulse jump.

At the first intersection, she risked a glance over her shoulder. Through the glass of the lobby doors, the last threads of sunset painted the sky, and two masked figures still waited, motionless, watching.

She turned a corner, taking the left hallway at random, and found herself staring down a stretch that felt endless, long, dark, and punctuated by faint orange light from jack-o'-lanterns and a single flickering green bulb.

As she passed a skeleton, it suddenly rattled its bones loudly at her, and she jumped, heart pounding. Oh great. The guys will be able to hear that if they're anywhere nearby when she passes one like that, she realizes.

Jack-o'-lanterns glimmered here and there on the floor, casting jagged orange light against the walls. The flicker made shadows crawl.

Overhead, thin strips of black and gray mesh dangled like tattered curtains, brushing her hair as she crept beneath them. She could hear something dripping in the distance. And--worse--the soft, almost playful creak of a floorboard somewhere far down the hall.

She groaned. She was going to spend all night hearing those steps and wondering: Was it Maddox? Or Julian? Or just ambiance?

Semi-transparent black mesh brushed her shoulder as she passed a doorway filled with what looked like a swamp with creepy trees. Bats and moss hung from the long, spindly limbs. Curling fog covered the floor, trickling out into the hallway. One of the bats suddenly moved, stretching its wings and she jumped and turned back to the hallway. Nope, not hiding in there.

Another room was a graveyard scene with tilted headstones and a skeletal hand waving around, breaking through fake soil. She did not want to know what she would get fucked with if she were found in a graveyard.

She also quickly slipped by a witch's kitchen, full of dry ice mist curling around cauldrons, a fake black cat arching and hissing when she got too close. No rooms with motion-activated animatronics. If she even twitched wrong, they'd find her.

Cerulean hugged the wall, pulse racing. Every choice felt dangerous. But standing still felt worse.

And then she found a room that was worse than the hallway in a different way.

The walls were lined with pegboards hung with rusted tools--wrenches, hammers, a handsaw with dried fake blood along the teeth. At least, she assumed it was fake.

A workbench stood in the center, spattered with crimson stains and a few knives. When she stepped closer to it, she realized that the knives weren't real knives. When she touched one, she could tell it was entirely made of silicone. The edges were curved on the only one that was solid metal, so none of them would actually hurt her. One of them had a button that made it vibrate. They were sex toys. If she got caught here, they would fuck her with knives. Part of her was terrified at the thought. But part of her kind of wanted to simply lie down on the work bench and spread her legs to wait for them to find her.

In the far corner, a bloody limbless torso dangled from chains, swaying slightly as if someone had just brushed by. Its head lolled to the side, eyes wide, mouth frozen in a silent scream.

The trepidation won. Besides, she couldn't let them find her in the very first room. That would be too easy. They worked hard on this game for her.

Somewhere in the darkness, a drip of water--or blood--hit a hard surface with a soft plink.

She moved on, but it wasn't long before she heard the most terrifying sound of all.

From the lobby came the faint, distant clack of doors closing.

They were inside.

And the hunt had begun.

Room 1: The Mad Scientist's Lab

She ran. Hard.

Racing down hallways, taking two or three more turns before she slowed again.

Completely lost in this maze.

About every ten minutes or so, the vibrator on her clit went off for maybe 30 seconds. Just long enough to make her have to stop and grab a wall to hold herself upright on shaking legs, gasping and trying to muffle her moans until it stopped.

It was right after one of these moments that she thought that she heard quiet footsteps headed her way and ducked into a room that had bubbling noises and lots of things to hide behind, hoping it would mean safety.

It was a mad scientist's laboratory straight out of an old black-and-white horror film. Glass tubes and bubbling flasks glowed green and purple, their liquid contents mysteriously fizzing. What looked like a Tesla coil in the corner sent a thin arc of electricity snapping between its prongs every few seconds, the pop making her flinch.

In the center of the room sat a table, metal and leather straps lying open and waiting. It was shaped rather like a star, made to hold someone's arms spread, legs spread. Her eyes snagged on the scuffs and scratches in the steel beneath them--fake, surely--but her imagination filled in the rest. She shivered. With as much desire as fear, just thinking about them strapping her to that table and doing what they wanted with her.

On the counters, antique surgical tools gleamed under the cold light: bone saws, clamps, long needles. A second table had a huge humanoid shape under a white sheet whose chest rose and fell as if breathing.

Somewhere behind her, a speaker crackled, and the sound of a faint electrical hum built up until a metallic clang rang out, making her bite her knuckle to keep from squeaking aloud. She slipped behind a tall shelf covered in oddly shaped bottles of strange liquids.

Cerulean was creeping as silently when Julian stepped up out of thin air beside her like a nightmare in motion.

"Caught you," he said, voice rough with triumph and heat.

She ran. Of course she did.

But it didn't matter.

He snatched her up, arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her, mid-run, like a wolf claiming his prey, and turned back to the table with the straps.

She squirmed, tried ineffectually to get away from him, but he strapped her down, wrists and ankles wide apart, as he told her with a grin. "Maddox is going to be so jealous. He was really hoping to catch you in this room himself."

She lay still, because now that she was strapped down, it was pointless to try to get away, trembling and breathing hard as he walked away from her to some piece of equipment, covered with a white sheet. It was on wheels like a low cart, she discovered as he rolled the whole thing away from the wall and towards her.

He moved it into the gap between her legs and then pulled the sheet off. It had a dildo on it. It was some kind of fucking machine. Literally, a fucking machine.

"Time for an experiment, little slut." He growled. He slid his fingers between her pussy lips, groaning as he found her soaking wet. She gasped as his fingers brushed her clit.

He held her open as he pushed the machine forward into her and she moaned. The strands of pearls parted as neatly for the machine's thick silicone shaft as her pussy lips did. She was gasping, squirming.

"Don't cum," he warned. "Our experiment will be to see how long it takes this machine to make you cum against your will. I'm not going to give you permission to cum for this machine, little slut. Do you understand?" She shuddered and stared up at him, wide-eyed.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek, her earlobe, his breath on her ear as he continued, "The next room I catch you in after this, I'll punish you for cumming without permission. The longer it takes you to cum, the less severe your punishment will be."

He stopped for a second then and said, more seriously, "You remember how to make everything stop if you need it to, right?"

She nodded nervously, "Yes, Julian." She said softly. "I say stop, you stop."

"And if it hurts?" he demanded.

"If it hurts, I tell you immediately or you never fuck me again." she recites.

He strokes her cheek once and tells her, "Good girl."

Then he pulled out his phone, showed her he was activating a timer and he flipped the switch on the machine..

It started slow. Deep, firm thrusts. The pearls shifted against her clit with every movement. She moaned. Whimpered. Cried. It speeds up over time, until it is well and truly fucking her.

"Please! Julian! Master, please!"

"No." he said flatly. "No cumming, little slut." And then, keeping the phone screen in full view so she can see it, he opens the app that controls the vibrator on her clit and turns it on.

Her back arches as much as it's able, straining on the strap across her belly and she screams for him.

He leaned down then, muffling her scream in a kiss and that's all she can take before she shatters. He pulls back enough from kissing her to stop the timer on the phone, but he doesn't stop the machine or the vibrator until he's satisfied she has cum long enough.

Finally, he shuts them off.

"Not the best time, little slut," he tells her as he slowly pulls the machine out of her. She gasps and moans as he does.

He begins unstrapping her. Stroking her skin everywhere the straps held her as she had thrashed. When he finishes, she is still shuddering and trying to catch her breath when he holds up his phone screen so she can see it and starts a three minute timer. "Better run, darling. Unless you'd like to just stick around and wait for Maddox to join us for a round two? I can't imagine he didn't hear all that screaming you did."

That's enough to make her fly upright and climb off the table. He barely caught her arm to stop her from faceplanting off of it. Once she had her feet under her, she stumbled out the door of the room, his chuckle chasing after her as she raced away as fast as her shaky legs would carry her.

Room 2: The Ghost Room

Cerulean crept through the halls for what felt like hours.

Or maybe minutes.

Time had melted into sensation and adrenaline.

She finally stepped into a room that looked like it might have a place she could hide and catch her breath for a minute.

This room was... almost beautiful.

A Victorian-style bedroom stretched before her. Heavy velvet curtains draped the walls, full of moth holes and long, dusty tears. The four-poster canopy bed dominated the space, its velvet curtains veil full of delicate cobwebs.

On the dresser sat an old taxidermy owl, feathers dulled by time.

Cerulean crept closer, taking in the cracked vanity mirror, the antique perfume bottles, the eerie stillness--

The owl's head swiveled, glassy eyes catching her movement.

"Hoo."

She jumped, biting her lip to smother a scream. A faint ghostly wail drifted from the corner, and the light flickered, just for a moment.

The owl wasn't loud, and she thought she had smothered her own scream well enough not to reveal herself. She didn't wait to see if the bed would move.

She crawled onto it, hiding behind the velvet curtains, trying to catch her breath and just calm herself down. The bed wasn't actually dusty, fortunately, because between her sweat and all the slick that was on her thighs, it would've been quite messy. It must have just been painted to look that way.

And then the curtains parted.

Maddox stood there in his skull mask. She froze for a split second, and all the lights went out in the room.

She screamed reflexively and tried to dive off the far side of the bed, but he caught her.

Pushed her face-first into the mattress, ass up, chains jingling around her ankles. His hand on the back of her neck, holding her down, and one of his thighs between her legs, pressed up against the back of her thigh and ass, holding her so her ass stayed in the air and her head stayed down. She whimpered as she felt his fingers press into her pussy lips, stroking her, still silent.

And then she felt something cold and hard being pushed into her. She gasped and squirmed, trying to get away from the strange coldness, but he didn't let her. Just started thrusting it in and out of her.

He was fucking her with a glass toy. Cold. Hard. Unrelenting.

Her nipples burned from the clamps dragging across the velvet bedspread with her movements.

She was moaning into her arm, squirming ineffectually, trying to thrust back onto the slick, curved shaft he pushed into her again and again and again--

"Say it," Maddox finally whispered into her ear, "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours!" she gasped. "Yours and Julian's!"

"Good girl. You want to cum for your master, little slut?"

"Oh god, yes, Maddox, please! Please, let me cum for my master!"

He stopped pounding the dildo into her long enough to reach under her and thumb the switch on the vibrator on her clit, and then as she started truly writhing under that sweet torment, he started thrusting it into her again.

"Cum for me, little rabbit."

She did.

Harder than she meant to.

She may have squirted onto the sheets. He didn't seem upset.

He kissed the top of her spine, and then finally turned the vibrator back off and slid the dildo out of her.

Then whispered: "Don't take too long to recover, little rabbit. If you're still here in three minutes, I'm fucking your ass with this toy instead."

Then he was gone, and the lights came back on. She lay there a few more seconds and then she dragged herself out of the bed and out of the room. On her way by, the owl hooted at her again, and she muttered "Oh, now you notice someone walking by you?" She flipped it off as she walked away.

Room 3: The Garden of Statues

The room opened up into a different kind of hell.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Cerulean stepped into a dim, dusky twilight--hazy blue shadows and thin silvery fog curling around her bare feet like ghosts. The air smelled faintly of roses and rain. Ivy climbed the walls in a wild, overgrown tangle, and delicate red blooms bloomed from impossible cracks in the stone floor. Somewhere, a hidden speaker whispered--soft voices, indistinct, like a hundred statues trying to tell her something all at once.

The garden was a truly beautiful room.

A stone fountain burbled at its center, water glowing faintly under soft lavender light. Around it, flanking each side like guardians, stood six massive sarcophagi--three to the left, three to the right. Each lid was carved with a woman in the throes of unmistakable ecstasy. One had her thighs spread and fingers curled between them, stone frozen mid-moan. Another had her head thrown back, mouth open, spine arched like she'd been struck by lightning.

They were beautiful. Twisted. Worshipful.

And behind the fountain, almost up against the farthest wall, stood the seventh.

But the top of this one was plain. Bare and smooth.

A promise, Cerulean realized, her throat tightening. Her knees weakened.

That one... was hers.

Her feet took a step toward it, almost against her will...

And Julian stepped out of the fog.

His devil mask grinned, all horns and menace. His shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up. He said nothing for a moment. Just stared at her, standing there frozen, through that pale gold haze.

Her heart thundered.

"Do you remember what I said about the machine?" His voice was velvet--and dangerous.

She swallowed hard. Nodded her head.

"You came. Without permission."

A statement. Cold. Final.

"I told you the longer you held off, the less I'd punish you. And what did you do?" He tilted his head. "Came. For a machine."

He stalked closer, and she didn't back away. Couldn't. Not when his voice dropped even lower. "You gave away what belongs to me."

She opened her mouth. Shut it again.

Julian's fingers found her chin, tilted it up.

"Not the worst time," he said thoughtfully. "But far from the best."

He gestured to the seventh sarcophagus.

"Lie down."

Cerulean obeyed--slowly. Carefully. The stone was cold, and she hissed softly as her back touched it. Her nipples peaked instantly in the chill. Her chains jingled. The pearls between her thighs shifted with her slick.

Julian stood over her, unbuckling his belt with deliberate calm.

"I'm going to remind you," he murmured, "why no toy will ever fuck you the way your Masters can."

She didn't know how long he edged her.

It felt like forever, but she knew from experience that her sense of time was wildly undependable when she was desperate for an orgasm.

He made her keep her hands on her thighs, holding them wide open, keeping her vulnerable, as he whispered filthy, possessive things against her jaw.

His fingers slid into her. Out. Paused right on the edge. And then thrust into her again.

The plug kept her ass full. The pearls rubbed maddeningly with every twitch. Periodically, he would turn on the vibrator on her clit. Every time her body tensed and trembled on the brink, off it would go.

"Not yet," Julian would hiss.

"Naughty sluts don't get to cum until their masters say so."

He spanked her pussy with sharp, precise slaps if she rocked her hips.

Punished her clit with two fingers rubbing almost hard enough.

Bit her nipple and asked, "You think a machine can do that? Can it make your body beg like this?"

And when he finally, finally, gave her permission to cum, turned the vibrator on and left it on, she shuddered and screamed and shattered for him, tears streaking down her temples onto cold stone.

But he didn't stop.

Not even close.

"You'll keep cumming," he told her darkly, jerking his fingers out of her and thrusting inside her at last, his cock slamming deep in one brutal motion. "Until I say you're done."

She writhed beneath him, sobbing, gasping, worshipping him with every broken moan as he kept her cumming, over and over and over again.

And when he turned off the vibrator and pulled out and left her dripping, twitching, sprawled on the empty promise of her own sarcophagus, he kissed her forehead and whispered: "Who do your orgasms belong to, darling?"

She managed to whimper, "You, Julian. My orgasms belong to you."

He gave her cheek one last caress and reminded her, "Three minutes, darling. Don't linger. Or do."

He left her like that.

Trembling. Gutted. Gloriously tingling.

Room 4: The Mirror Maze

Cerulean ran blind into the next hallway, every nerve still vibrating from Julian's punishment. Her skin glowed under the low light, slick thighs betraying just how many times she'd come tonight.

Maddox had chased her straight through the blood-slick walls of the "Slasher Kitchen" and into a low hall painted in disorienting black-and-white stripes. She thought she'd dodged him.

She was wrong.

He cornered her just as she stumbled through the next doorway.

Into mirrors.

She gasped. Mirrors loomed on every side, and every reflection showed her the same thing--naked, flushed, dripping, hunted. There was a single yellow triangle warning sign right in front of her. It said, "NO RUNNING in the maze, please."

Everything else was mirrors.

Even the floor was mirrored.

Even the ceiling.

She turned too fast and screamed. Julian's devil mask grinned back at her from the glass, but when she spun, there was nothing there; it was gone.

Just the echo of Julien's and Maddox's voices, whispering filthy things from hidden speakers: Cerulean... do you want to cum for your masters?... Take our cocks like a good little slut.

"Where are you going, little rabbit?" Maddox's voice purred behind her.

She bolted. Hands in front of her to make sure they hit the mirrors first if she chose poorly. Took a hard right. Dead end.

Turned back. Another reflection.

Spun again, and he was just there.

He grinned and she yelped as he scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her through the maze like she weighed nothing.

She kicked, squirmed--moaning more than resisting--and he smacked her ass and chuckled. He didn't do it hard enough to really hurt, just a quick sting that turned her on more than anything else, so she kept squirming and moaning, and he kept smacking her, knowing it was just turning her on more.

Finally, he set her down gently in the center of what appeared to be a room, or at least a wider circle of mirrors. Lights low and flickering. And in the middle of this space?

A single black metal handle, waist height, bolted into the mirrored floor. It had velcro cuffs attached.

"Grab it," he said.

She swallowed hard and obeyed.

He affixed the straps to her wrists and then he moved around behind her." You know, if I couldn't be the one that had you in the lab, I am so pleased that I got to at least have you in here." he told her.

He put his hands on her hips, slowly pulling her back, forcing her to bend at the waist.

"Just so you know, I wanted to put the fucking machine in the monster and make you ride him. Julian vetoed it. He said no man or monster other than me or him could have you." He grinned.

"He only agreed to the fucking machine because I pointed out how much you'd enjoy him punishing you for letting it make you cum." he chuckled.

After a moment, "Well, he didn't say that you couldn't fuck me while I happened to be straddling Frankenstein's monster, did he?" she offered.

He froze a second and then groaned, "Fuck, Rue, you are so fucking perfect for us, aren't you?7"

Once she was bent over enough to suit him, he slid two fingers between her thighs.

"So wet." His voice was thick, raspy. "Goddamn, look at you. Wrecked already, and it's only round four. I dunno if you're gonna make it to sunrise, little rabbit." he teased her. She moaned as his fingers slid up and spread her open, just enough.

She heard him unzip his pants and then he slid into her in one smooth thrust, between the strands of pearls. "Oh fuck, those pearls definitely add something." he rasped. Then he reached forward and grabbed her hair with one hand, forcing her to keep her head up. "Watch, baby. I want you to watch me from every angle as I fuck you into infinity."

He grabbed her hip with his other hand to hold her steady, and thrust into her again, hard, and she gasped as she watched.

Every mirror. Every angle. Her tits bouncing. Her thighs trembling. Her expression wrecked with pleasure.

She saw him behind her, inside her, claiming her from a hundred reflections.

"Nowhere to hide, baby," he growled, slapping her ass. "You're mine everywhere."

It didn't take him long. Not fucking her that hard, after the night she had. He didn't even turn on the vibrator. Pounding into her, he put one thumb on the plug in her ass and started pulsing it in rhythm with his thrusts and she came fast. Loud. Wild.

She saw her body explode across every wall, every ceiling panel, the floor vibrating with her screams.

He fucked her right through it.

Didn't slow. Didn't stop.

He had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing as her knees gave, releasing her hair so he could grab the bar with the other hand, too, for support, for leverage.

Her orgasm rippled across all the mirrors at once as he kept pounding into her, fast and hard.

Until he finally came inside her, growling her name into her neck. He pulled out slowly, breathing hard, cum dribbling down her thighs, glistening across the mirror floor.

She heard him growl his approval as he noticed it. Then he reached forward and undid the wrist straps.

He turned her around and kissed her like a storm.

"You look fucking edible," he whispered, pressing her into the glass. "Covered in our cum and our chains."

Then he held up his phone the timer ready to activate. She grabbed his hand. "Wait!" His eyebrows shot up. "Let me clean you first?" she asked.

His breath hitched and fires lit in his eyes. He nodded once. "Quickly. You're not giving me a blow job tonight, little rabbit. You're being hunted."

She grinned. "Yes, Maddox." she told him submissively and dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. He tasted like her pussy and cum. She loved the way their cocks tasted with her on them. They never complained about how much she liked it.

She worked fast, sucking his cock as deep as she could get it into her throat twice, and then let is slide along her cheek as she licked the very base of it and his balls too, before he stopped her.

"Fuck, Rue, enough! You're making me hard again already." She whimpered in defiance and didn't stop until he pushed the phone down where she could see it.

A glowing timer ticked down: 2:57... 2:56... 2:55...

She jerked back and looked up at him with her eyes narrowed like he took away her favorite treat.

He just chuckled. "You've got three minutes to escape my maze, baby," he said, eyes gleaming behind the bone-white skull of his mask. "Then I hunt again. You can suck me off after sunrise."

He winked.

"Run."

Final Room: The Ritual

After the mirror maze, she wandered the halls trying desperately to find somewhere safe to hide for a while and listening for the sound of footsteps that weren't the ones recorded in the haunted house soundscape that played constantly.

The vibrator had started going off longer, harder. She was so close to coming every single time it went off now.

She had begun to suspect that the guys had cameras and were watching her. Julian always had a camera on her when they left her in their bedroom at home so they could work. She knew that he liked to watch her as they tormented her with the vibrator, never letting her actually come, forbidden to touch herself, to remind her of them. Or to remind her that she still belonged to them even when they weren't there. Probably both. She was certainly always ready to be fucked when they finished working.

They were definitely communicating at the very least because Maddox had known that was the fourth time she had been caught, and he had known that Julian had her in that mad scientist's laboratory.

Finally, the hallway opened into a massive, pitch-dark room, and Cerulean carefully crept forward towards the light in the center of the space.

It felt... wrong.

The center of the room glowed with the light of a fake fire, orange and blue flames licking up from a hidden fan-driven contraption. Behind it loomed a waist-high stone altar, cold and gray under the flickering light.

Surrounding them, towering ten-foot stones rose in a circle like some off-brand Stonehenge, their rough surfaces etched with glowing runes.

The walls... weren't walls.

Beyond the standing stones stretched a velvety black void, the floor barely lit by the fake fire. Here and there, will-o'-wisp lights drifted along the edges of the room, ghostly blue or green.

And then--eyes.

She flinched the first time she noticed them. Small, sharp red eyes blinked into existence at the far edges of the room, peering at her from the darkness, and then vanished again.

Cerulean swallowed, pulse stuttering. Behind her, she thought she heard something--or someone--move in the hallway. And she realized with a jolt of adrenaline that the door she'd entered through was the only exit.

She turned to flee.

Too late.

Both of them stepped into the doorway.

Julian in his devil mask. Maddox in his skull mask.

And both completely naked, cocks standing at attention.

"You came to the wrong place," Julian said.

"Or maybe," Maddox added, "exactly the right one."

They approached her like predators.

She backed away slowly before them until she stumbled. They were both there. Caught her arms. Held her there, hanging in midair for just a second, and then they both put a hand under her thighs on each side and lifted her. Carrying her hanging between them around the fire and over to the stone altar.

They set her on the smooth, cold surface, still holding her thighs apart with one hand each, and she stared back and forth between them for a second, trembling, the tension only increasing the longer they just stood there, staring at her.

Then, in a deep, steady voice, Julian finally spoke. "Are you going to be a willing sacrifice on the altar of our cocks tonight, little slut?"

Her breath shuddered out of her, and she was certain her pussy soaked the stone beneath her at his words.

"Yes, master," she whispered, reverting to the title she normally only had to use when she was being punished. Julian loved his name on her lips, but he seemed to get a certain thrill out of it when she willingly called him master, so sometimes she slipped into it, just so she could see that little fire light up his eyes.

"Mmmm..." he said. "Good girl. You've done so well for us tonight, we're going to let you choose." he reached forward and ran a finger gently up her slit. "Which hole do you want my cock in, and which hole do you want Maddox's in?"

She bit back a moan at his caress and said in a shaky voice, "Maddox in my pussy and you in my ass, master. Please." Her voice broke when she said please, and Maddox groaned.

Julian grabbed her around the waist and lifted her back off the stone, turning her around and bending her over it.

He immediately reached down and spread the pearls and her lips and shoved into her pussy in one hard thrust. She screamed for him. "Julien!"

He took a long, shuddering breath and then leaned over her, raspy. "Maddox was so excited that he forgot the bottle of lube, darling. I'm afraid you're going to have to supply it yourself."

Maddox grumbled, "I said I was sorry."

But Julian ignored him, he slid out of her pussy and pulled the anal plug out of her at the same time.

She gasped and groaned at the sudden loss in both her holes, but Julian shushed her and started pushing into her ass immediately. He took this hole slower, letting her adjust as he took her.

As soon as he was all the way in, he pulled out and thrust back in again. And then one more time.

And then he did that thing she loved and picked her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her to him and the other one came up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and kneading it. Her feet dangled. He was a foot taller than she was.

There was just something about hanging on a man's cock like that... it just turned her on more than anything else. Even if it was really his arms holding up her weight.

She reached a hand up behind her to wrap around his neck, groaning at the pleasure of it.

Julian put his back to the stone altar, and Maddox stepped forward, She lifted her legs and spread them apart for him as he reached down with one hand to spread her pussy lips and the pearls apart, sinking into her needy, aching cunt in one smooth motion again as her legs closed around his hips.

Maddox swallowed her gasp and smothered his own moan by taking her mouth at the same time as he took her pussy. He kissed her hard, brutal. And then he bent to her breasts, taking one of the clamps into his mouth even as he sucked on it.

Then they began to move.

Standing there, with her pressed between them, the chains on her arms and legs clinking against their chests.

Julian reached down and thumbed the vibrator on. They didn't even try to make her wait.

"Cum for us, darling. Scream for us and show us how much you love our cocks." Julien commanded her, his voice velvet-lined steel as they both pounded their cocks into her at the same time. Fast and hard.

She was sobbing from pleasure. From intensity. From the sheer unholy overload of being hunted, caught, claimed, over and over.

Just before she came, each of them reached a hand up and took the clamps off her nipples.

She shattered.

Her whole body locked. Arched. Screamed.

Julian reached down with one hand between her legs and started pulsing the vibrator into her clit hard in time with their thrusts as she writhed, pinned between them as she came and came and came until finally, they came too.

Dawn

The guys had put their clothes back on, and now Julian carried her like the most sacred of offerings, jewelry still clinking around her trembling frame.

She was tucked up against his chest, her eyes barely open, and a pleased but exhausted smile plastered across her face.

"This was the best Halloween ever." She tells them quietly.

Maddox chuckles. "Well, you said it was your favorite holiday, so we knew we had to go big."

She snorted, "Yeah, you guys know there are starving kids in the world, right?" she teased them. She was mostly joking. Julien, in particular, was quite wealthy and prone to big gestures like this and buying her entire Kindle ebook wishlist to show how much he cared. She normally wouldn't let him spend the kind of money this must have cost on her. But maybe just this once it was okay.

Julian obviously knew this was coming because he told her gently, "Starting tomorrow night, it's going to be open for the rest of the month as a haunted house. Sans all the sex stuff hidden around it, of course. All the proceeds will go to the charity we set up for the kids."

Her breath caught. "Oh. That's wonderful, then. Thank you." He nodded.

"Oh! Wait, wait!" she started patting his chest and squirming to sit up. He stopped, his arms like iron around her, like he thought she might try to make him put her down. "The knives! In the... the serial killer workshop room!"

His eyebrows shot up. "What about them?" he asked in confusion.

"Um.." she blushed and suddenly got a little shy. "Can we maybe take them home with us?" Maddox burst into laughter, and a slow, dark grin started curling up Julian's face.

"Really, darling?" He drawled. "Did you want your masters to fuck you with knives that badly?"

She nodded her head quickly, still blushing. "I mean, maybe not right this second, I'm starting to feel pretty sore, but I kinda wish we could come back and do some of the other rooms..." she said wistfully.

Julian and Maddox exchanged a look. "Technically, the haunted house closes Halloween night. We were going to sell it after that, but we could delay the remodeling team for a while. Will a haunted house in November still be just as much fun for you?"

Her whole face lit up. "Could we?" This time, Julian laughed.

Maddox just shook his head, grinning, and said, "I'll stop and grab the knives on the way out, just to keep you entertained the next two weeks while you wait to get your haunted house back, baby."

The sun was rising as they slid into the car.

Maddox sat in the back seat beside her again, brushing sweat-damp hair from her cheek.

"Happy Halloween, baby," he murmured.

Julian grinned from the front seat as he started the car, clearly pleased with how the night went and with her.

"You survived," he said. "Barely."

Cerulean grinned as he started driving but then she turned to Maddox.

"You made me a promise," she said, reaching for his pants.

His eyebrows came up, "I believe I did, yes. Now that you mention it."

She could feel him already getting hard as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

From the front seat, Julian just said, "Seatbelt stays on, darling. Safety first."

"Yes, Julien. Can I have you in the shower when we get home?" She meets his eyes in the rearview mirror so she can see the heat bloom in his eyes.

"Good girls can have their masters' cocks whenever they want them, darling. Of course you can."

She grins at Maddox and then leans over to take him in her mouth.

The city was still asleep.

But her monsters had feasted well tonight.

And she?

She had never felt more alive.