Halloween Bonfire

Fixing my makeup in the mirror, two hazel eyes staring back at me in the reflection. It's Halloween night. My friends are picking me up in a few minutes to go out. I love Halloween, I like to role-play and dress up. Its a holiday with two of my favorite things combined.

Theres a huge bonfire happening on the outskirts of town tonight and I'm going as Alice from Resident Evil. The costume is a red dress with a slit going up to the top of my thigh. I keep a knife strapped to the outside of my right thigh for costume effect and safety purposes. The woods can get eerie at night.

I apply a deep red lipstick, and try to fix this badly made wig. I have waist length brown hair and it won't shrink down enough to look normal in this wig. Throwing it on the ground, I give up. I'll just straighten my hair and be at slightly out of costume tonight. I don't even care anymore.

Hearing the beep of my friends car horn, I rush out my apartment door and jump in the backseat of Jamies car. We quickly start our own pregame before we get to the bonfire. A bottle of Pink Whitney is passed back to me and I take a swig. Handing it off it to my friend Eloise. "I can't wait for tonight! Our last Saturday Halloween until we're 32!" She screams out over the music. I shake my head up and down in anticipation.

I roll down the window to feel the crisp October breeze on my face. Feeling the music and excited conversation fade out behind me as we get further from our small Kansas town. Driving down the dirt road the street lights fade and the last gas station disappears out of view. A tap on my shoulder tells me it's time for another shot. I can feel the warmth of the liquor making its way through my body. My anxiety is starting to eases and my sense sway.

"We're here!" Jamie says with excitement bringing me back to life. As we all exit the car Eloise mentions that this land is owned by Wyatt Davis now that his dad died in a tragic farming accident a few months back. He was a couple years ahead of us in school. Jamie joking "I bet his dad mangled spirit haunts the land."

"You're sick dude" Eloise says with a drunken giggle. The bonfire is huge, it's like they set fire to a 25ft Christmas tree in the middle of the field. 100s of people from ages 18-40 in different groups spread out over the felid, some dancing, some drinking, some fighting.

It's the biggest adult halloween party in town this year and I see why. Theres huge decoration skeletons all over the property, with small fire pits surrounding the big fire. Strobe lights overhead and what looks like a home made dance floor made from palettes. A line of coolers in the far back of the field away from the fires filled to the brim with alcohol.

As we get closer to the party I start to get jittery. Crowds always have made me nervous, taking my vape out of my purse I take a big hit hoping the nicotine does its job and eases my nerves. It works for all of two seconds until I see a man dressed as GhostFace out of the corner of my eye. It looks like he is surveying the crowd, watching - waiting...

Its so dark that I can't focus my eyes on him. He's just at the tree line. I swear he cocked his head in my direction and looked through me. Turning my eyes away from him for a just a second. Even though he's so far away, the intensity of his stare is unreal. When I look back up, he's gone.

Maybe the alcohol is playing games with my mind I think to myself. Chalking that up to some freak trying to scare people. I join my friends to dance, letting the music clear all my thoughts as I sway my hips from side to side. I love letting the music take over.

When suddenly I feel heavy, like someones watching me. Looking from side to side, I see no one but my friends smiling back at me as they sing the verse to some song playing in the background. I shrug it off the feeling and go get another drink. Walking to the coolers, in the way back away from the crowd, the air crisps and stills as the warmth of my friends and the multiple fires are gone.

I grab a Smirnoff ice. Twisting open the bottle and taking a big drink. Looking off into the distance I see a tiny house with the porch light on and feeling like I'm about to pee my pants. I assume that must be the bathroom. Stumbling away from the bonfire and into the woods.

The tiny house is only 100ft away from me. When that uneasy feeling comes back and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I stop in my tracks, looking around. When the light shinning from porch of house shuts off. I silently pray that its a motion censored light. The woods are now pitch black and I can't see a thing. Turning around I try to go back from the way I came, but I can't see the bonfire anymore. The trees are too dense and my eyes aren't adjusting fast enough. Maybe the tiny house has a phone in it or I can turn the light back on.

Spinning around to continue towards the tiny house, I yelp as I collide with a rock hard chest. Stepping back to regain my footing so I don't trip. I look forward trying to focus on eyes but not seeing anything other than black. Realizing that it's just his costume, I slowly crank my neck and tilt my head up to make eye contact GhostFace. The man from the tree line staring back at me.

I let out another startled gasp and take a few steps back. He takes a step forward. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, but I'm sure it's only a second or two before he mutters "What are you doing this far out on my property."

This must be Wyatt then. He didn't seem this big earlier when he was standing in the tree line. I haven't seen him since high-school. He was a senior when I was a freshmen. We were in completely different crowds.

His whole presence feels undeniably dark. I don't know if it's because the costume or if I actually pissed him off somehow. I try not to think about it much before my mouth spouts out. "I was just looking for a bathroom, before you rudely turned off the light. Now if you could take me back to the bonfire."

All he does is stare me down and take another step forward. In retaliation, I take another step back, and my ass hits a tree. "Okay congrats, you scared me, now please take me back?" I say almost a whisper now.

He takes another step forward. He's uncomfortably close now as he takes a strand of my hair in his hand and plays with it. Now wishing I wore the shitty bob wig instead. "Take off the ghostface mask dude, you're way into this character." I say with a cheerful giggle trying to lighten the mood.

Reaching my hand up to grab his mask to pull it off his face. He reaches his hand out quick and pulls at my wrist in one motion flipping me around. Now my chest is pressed up against the rough tree and the hand that tried to take off the mask is forced behind my back.

I try to push against the tree with my free hand but all it does is push my back and ass farther into him. Grabbing my free arm with his and forcing it behind me. Now theres no barrier between me and the unforgiving tree.

My face scrapping up against it, my hair getting caught in the bark. One of his hands is holding both of mine, trapped behind me and it dawns on me how truly fucked I am right now. Feeling a strong hand make its way up my thigh. I try to kick him away. He smacks the inside of my thigh. "Quit moving or you'll get a lot more, and I'll make them hurt a lot worse"

He grabs the knife I have hidden. "Pretty little toy you got here Alice, but do you even know how to use it." He lets out a dark chuckle and I feel the tip of the blade against the top of my spine as it softly makes its way down the exposed part of my back. I try to push myself further into the tree, frantically trying to escape the tip of my own knife. Only managing to give myself more scrapes and cuts from the trees bark.

Unexpectedly he steps away from me, I stumble slightly from the loss of support. Turning around, I see him standing there, knife in hand, staring me down behind the mask. "You're on my property, and theres no trespassing beyond the bonfire. I'll give you a 10second Headstart to get your ass back to the party." He states.

"A head-start?" I question him. The fear is boiling in my blood and this situation feels dire as I try to play it cool. Stepping out from in front of the tree, I try to put distance in between us. Regretting my costume choices. This dress is offering almost no protection from the cold or from his roaming eyes.

"A head-start. I'm gonna chase you. If I were you I'd make my way back to the party because if you aren't fast enough I'm going tk catch you and fuck you in the woods like the dirty whore you are." He says like it's a matter of fact.

My jaw drops. "You're absolutely fucking insane" I stare at him dumbfounded.

He takes another step back and grunts "One".

My feet are moving before my upper body can catch up. Feeling the crunch of leaves beneath my feet, and branches hit my arms as I try to duck around trees. "Two" I hear his voice booming in the distance. As I desperately look for the light of the distant bonfire.

I stumble upon a clearing in the woods, the full moon now lighting up the sky. Making this horrible situation feel even more terrifying. I see the faint glow of a bonfire across the meadow. A huge wave of relief washes over me. I think I might make it.

Seeing a blur out of the corner of my eye, I quickly try to make a run for it. Not even able to take more than 2steps before I feel a hand and arm wrap around the middle of my body, yanking me back full force against him. Feeling his warmth all over me is overwhelming when I've been so cold. Trying to not sink into his strong arms. I take a deep breath in an attempt to scream for help but before I can make out the words a large hand clamps over my mouth. I kick back as hard as I can and this time connecting my heel with his knee and he releases me but only for a second.

Trying to run as fast as I can but failing miserably. Slightly drunk and very overwhelmed my foot catches on my dress. I get twisted up and fall to my ass. Blood now pouring from a scrapped knee.

I go to stand up but I feel his hand wrap around the top of my head and push me down. My back now pressed against the ground. I look up to see the anger steaming off of him. He presses his foot against my stomach to keep me still unable to move.

"Lets get this out of the way" Reaching down with one hand he pulls my dress up off my body and with the other hand, he takes my own knife and slices down. My dress falling off me with ease. Laying on the cold ground exposed. I'm only my black bra and spandex thats riding up my ass. This is getting too real, the adrenaline taking over and I'm unable to escape into the recesses of my mind. I can feel the tears start to fall down my face.

Taking the knife he traces the top of my breast, and down my navel. "Don't cry Alice, I promise I'll try to play nice." He says menacingly as he swirls the knife around my bellybutton.

In one swift movement he brings the knife up. I close my eyes unable to look. Terrified of being cut by him. Instead I feel my bra fall off in one slice. I gasp and tried to cover myself. He throws the knife to the side and I let out a small sigh of relief. The relief doesn't last long when he takes both hands and holds them above my head with one hand exposing my breast to the cold open air. He sits down straddling my hips. "Get off me or I swear I'll scream".

"If you were gonna scream, you would have by now, I think you want this too pretty girl." Using his open hand he grabs my chin forcing me to look him in the eye as he palms my breast. Kneading them like he owns them. I try to twist him off of me and it earned me a small smack to the face. Not enough to make my ears ring but enough to grab my attention.

Stand up, he gets off and stares down at me, not saying a word. Hoping he's done with me I try to stand up. Making my way to my knees before I feel his hand wrap around the base of my skull to firmly keep me in place.

He releases the black robe he's wearing and underneath is his farming outfit. Just a plain white shirt, Levi jeans, boots, a belt, and that GhostFace mask. "Stay on your knees" he barks out at me.

He unbuckles his pants, they drop to the ground and so does my jaw. He's almost 10inches. The depraved part of me wanted to see what he'll do with it, the other part of me, the sane part that craves safety wanted to get out of this situation.

I scoot back but his hands are faster. Behind my head leading me forward. Attempting to turn my face away from him. He grabs my jaw and forces it open pushing his thumb inside. I feel his rough skin invade my mouth. Pressing against my tongue. He pops it out and before I can try to close my mouth he's inside me. His dick pressed against the back of my throat. "No teeth or I'm fucking in the ass, and the only lube I use will be your tears."

Nowhere to go, forced in-between his hand and dick as I feel my forehead touch his abdomen. He backs up for a second and I gasp for air trying to regain my breathing. Wyatt slams full force back into my mouth. Feeling drool run down my face and onto my chest. I can feel tears now falling down my checks making my makeup run and my lipstick smear all over my cheeks.

He pulls out again "I thought we'd have some foreplay before I fuck you raw but if you can't handle it we can move to the main event."

"No wait!" I practically scream back at him. "Please don't, I can do it." Trying to buy myself more time maybe I can escape or make him cum with my mouth before he try's to stick this monster dick inside me. Kissing up and down his shaft, and licking the tip, I swallow him slowly. Taking him inch by inch trying not to let him affect me, but I know he's doing something nefarious to me and I can't stop my body from reacting to him.

Moving my mouth faster up and down his shaft. I can feel him growing closer and closer to finishing. It's like he read my thoughts and knew that I wanted this to be over so he won't fuck me. Pulling out he slaps me across the face with his cock. Letting out a dark chuckle. "Not so fast, this isn't gonna be over with a little mouth play princess."

He lets go of me completely and I drop to my ass. I tried to crawl away, and he grabs my ankle and my body slams against ground. He pulls me across the grassy meadow by my ankle to a more open spot of the clearing. I scramble for the knife now only inches away from my grasp. With not even a second glance his foot kicks it across the field and out of sight. My hope of escaping disappeared along with the knife.

He pulls my ass up in doggie style position. Running his hand from my ankle, up my calf, to my thigh until it settles above my mound. "You're so wet baby you're dripping through your pants."

"No" I let out softly, refusing to accept what he's doing is affecting me physically on the outside.

"Believe it Alice." he says strongly as he pulls my spanks down and pushes two fingers deep inside me. I let out a soft gasp. His fingers feel better than I expected but I refuse to admit it. Trying to stifle my moans as he moves his thick fingers in and out of my pussy slowly. While his thumb swirls my clit.

Before I can even process what his fingers are doing to me, he pulls them out and quickly replaces them with his mouth. Licking me from my ass to my clit. A moan finally escapes my lips as it feels like he's trying to devour me whole from behind. Then he inserts two fingers back inside me and I feel possessed. Thrashing my body trying to escape the intensity that is him.

Feeling myself getting closer to climax, trying to fight it. He doesn't deserve that part of me, he's taken so much already. The need is growing stronger and when I finally accept the inevitable, he pulls back and I let out a displeased grunt. "No cumming without permission Alice."

I can feel him start to prepare to enter me from behind. He wraps his hands around my hips to line his cock up. He give my ass one solid smack, and I cry out. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can" He states and without a second thought he slams into me. I release a wild scream, he stalls letting me adjust to his massive size. I try to get control of my breathing.

Trying to crawl away again grabbing clumps of grass to gain leverage. When he releases my hips and unleashes an ungodly amount of smacks upon my ass. This time not holding back, feeling dazed from the pain I have no fight left in me. His farm strength is no match compared to me. He throws hay around that weighs more than me for a living.

Resigning to my fate, he starts to plow in and out of me. I can feel where our body's meet, it's becoming our own personal waterslide as I start to get lost in the moment. My juices covering the both of us. Trying to keep my hands steady in the grass as he starts to speed up, my hands slip and I catch myself on my elbows as he rams into me.

Feeling his grip find its way to my pussy, he starts massaging my clit with his thumb again and next thing I know I'm a moaning mess. "You like that Alice? I like em' fiery, and your pussy feels like warmth around my cock. You're milking my dick so good baby."

I can feel myself getting close as he speeds up, he feels like an all consuming force. Feeling him everywhere his hand on my clit, the other hand roaming my body and I can't contain my self. "Oh shit, I can't, fuck, please" I spit out incoherent. I go limp he holds me up while he continues his assault on me.

Smacking his lips he spits out "I thought I said no cumming without permission?"

"I... I'm sorry... I.." I mumble out still half dazed from the intense orgasm.

He flips me on my back and pushes me against the grass. Grabbing a nipple and twisting it hard, then kissing the bruised skin and then copying the same movements to my other side as I struggle against him.

He starts fucking me again with a new found energy, and from this angle, his mask is clear for me to see and he's terrifying. The fear is bringing me closer to a second orgasm. My body responding to him in ways I can't understand as he uses me like I'm his personal toy.

"Don't you dare fucking cum without begging" he snarls at me, as he pulls out of me completely.

The sudden emptiness is making me feel desperate. "Please keep fucking me please" He leans down and whispers "More" into my ear and goose bumps explode all over my body.

"I need you inside me, please fuck me hard Ghostface, please." I moan back at him.

He plants his fist on either side of my head, my hair catching in-between his hands and the ground. He fucks me into a new dimension, finding my clit he flicks it and I reach climax within seconds.

He grunts "I'm about to fill you up baby" trying to gain some control of the situation after loosing my clarity from my last 2 orgasms. I yell out "Wait! I'm not on birth control" and attempt to push him off of me but his chest feels like an immovable wall.

He puts a hand over my throat and snarls "Then you better hope plan b works." With that he moans and releases inside of me. Pulling out of me, he takes off his shirt and starts cleaning the dirt off me. Reaching down, he gives me his hand and I stand up to face him. Feeling his sticky semen run down my legs, I blush.

Staring back at him with a questionable face wondering what he'll do next. Seeing his bare chest is making me feel hot all over again. His eyes grow dark behind the mask "Don't stare at me like that unless you want to be fucked like a dirty slut in the mud again." I quickly dart my eyes down to my feet. "Here, follow me" he says as he throws me the black sheet costume to cover my naked body. Taking my hand he leads me back to the bonfire.

He slightly pushes me forward, I turned around to ask him if he expects me to go to the bathroom in the woods but he's already gone. Disappearing into the dark, leaving me wishing GhostFace would make a house appearance.