Night Terrors | By : Cityscribe Category: M through R > The Mask Views: 2787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Witching Hour
It was the witching hour. Three O'Clock in the morning is the start of the witching hour in western tradition. At this hour, the old superstition says that a witch will invade the bed of a sleeping man and ravish him - stealing his dreams, his children and his future and giving him night terrors. Jack's sleep was fitful. He felt as if there were soft hands pawing at him and whispers in his dreams: "it's the witching hour!"
"He's a sleeping beauty!"
"We'll all be done by dawn…"
He awoke to find someone rubbing his face in a damp, sharp smelling cloth. "There, don't you look pretty?" rumbled a low, female voice. He awoke with a start and felt a thrill of horror. Like an apparition from a nightmare, a bright green face stared down at him, grinning a wicked grin, her black eyes flashing. Her head was round, smooth and completely bald, like some weird alien monster. She loomed over him, filling his vision and he felt his head reel with the unreality of it all. She was shouldered aside and another bright green face looked into his. This one had blue eyes and what seemed a kinder expression. "Oh your cute freckles are showing through, so adorable!" said the blue eyed, green faced apparition. She held a small mirror up to him and he noticed that his face had been painted white. He shook his head to clear it. He was in a dimly lit room with a plush carpet. He was in a bed, tightly wrapped up in bedclothes, so tightly that he couldn't move. Two young women were standing by his bedside, one with blue eyes was dressed in a filmy white gown and the other, with glaring black eyes was clad in tight fitting black leather… but what was really remarkable was the fact that they both wore those tight, bright green skull masks that gave them both such a bizarre and unnerving appearance.
"What… what is this," he asked feebly, his throat dry.
"Here, take a drink of water," said the girl in the white gown, holding a beaker to his lips. He sipped at it, trying to ignore the other one, the one in black leather, who was staring at him fixedly all the while.
"It's your lucky night, stud," rumbled the girl in leather, her awful, staring eyes never leaving him. "You get to have a threesome with the hottest duo around."
"Yes babe, do both of us," said the girl in white, her dark green lips twitching into a smile.
"No. I – I can't," he stammered. "I really don't want to. Where am I?"
The girl in leather gave what sounded like a little growl. She had started forward when the girl in white stood in her way. "You heard - he doesn't want it," she murmured.
"Oh he's being coy, all guys want threesomes really. Don't you little baby, all trussed up like this?" the girl in leather called at him. "And you," she addressed the other girl, "give in to your urges. Aren't you really burning with lust?" The girl in white gave a moan of longing.
What happened next was too fast to register, but the girl in leather moved so quickly she was like a blur. She was on him, had torn away the blankets and her leather garment and had lunged on top of him, grasping both of his wrists in a vice like grip and pinning his hands to the pillow as she locked her lips savagely onto his. He couldn't cry out and even if he had been able to, it wouldn't have done any good. He was home alone. The green face of his attacker filled his entire vision. Her mask felt so cold and smooth, pushed into his painted face and it gave off a sour smell that invaded his nostrils. Her tongue was shoved into his mouth. Her firm breasts were mashed into his chest. He struggled hard, but her strength was incredible. She pressed down on him, her grip like iron. He felt his disloyal body betray him as his manhood throbbed and rose. The other girl yelled something. Then his assailant sat up, smears of white face paint now adorning her green mask. She straddled him and thrust down, impaling herself on his erection. He gasped in shock at the violation. She thrust and thrust, screaming like a banshee. He could feel his sense of self taking a blow with every piston thrust of her slender loins. The other girl was there, stroking his hair and whispering to him soothingly. She kissed his nose and murmured to him not to worry, that he was really the best stud… He realised that he was crying now, but couldn't help it. She kissed him long on his lips, as his assailant continued to thrust down, making feverish sensations course through him. And then he lost control, juddered and gasped, as his seed erupted forth into her and he was left feeling sick and disgusted beyond measure as the girl in white pulled her off him.
"There! He was into it, he came for me," rumbled his assailant, her wicked black eyes flashing. She grasped his wrists and tied them together, then did the same to his ankles. The blue eyed girl cast off her white gown, showing a perfect, naked female form beneath, the pale mounds of her firm breasts seemed to gleam in the light.
She clambered onto him. "You OK?" she asked, wiping a tear away from his cheek.
"He's crying for joy, you saw how into it he was - he wouldn't have cum otherwise. Now don't talk, give in to your lust!" roared the black eyed girl.
The blue eyes of the other girl took on a glazed look and she breathed hard. "No, please don't," whispered Jack as he felt her hands on his member and a fresh sense of violation, but she didn't seem to listen. She closed her eyes. The lamplight gleamed off her bald, green head. Then she put him inside herself and thrust down, not as savagely as the first attacker, but he felt himself cry again. She gave a little moan of ecstasy as she leaned over, her green face filling his vision. She kissed him lightly on the lips and continued to thrust, his manhood sending unwanted sensations coursing through him. Eventually he came again, and she laughed breathily, and began kissing his face and neck. The first girl pushed her aside and licked his face, panting hungrily and then put her bald head near his groin and licked up the semen and juices, sending thrilling sensations through him again. "You see? You're ours, we can do what we like with you!" she rumbled. They both took turns mounting him and he felt a despairing sense of numbness and no longer tried to resist. Eventually the blue eyed girl announced that dawn was coming and that they had to leave. He was exhausted and hardly cared as the girl in white untied him and the she-devil in leather threw open the window. Then they both climbed out of the open window with astonishing agility and were finally gone.
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