Trick and Treat

by Madison Faye

  I drive into her again and again, my muscles straining and my cock aching to release inside of her. Bishop strokes his cock while she slurps on his balls, making these dirty little sucking sounds mixed with her aching moans. His fingers twist her nipples as her fingers roll over her clit again and again, until I'm sure none of us are going to make it much longer.

  Part of me wants to cum right here, and pump her sweet little pussy full of my cum until it leaks out, and then do it over and over. I picture her, my white cum spilling obscenely out of her pink pussy lips, and my cock throbs.

  But no, not yet.

  We’ve got time for more, and besides, there's another part of her I've been dying to claim.

  I ease my cock out, and her eyes fly to mine with a look that says she thinks maybe I'm done with her.

  I'm not.

  Not by a fucking mile.

  I slip my swollen cock head down, and when it eases against her tight little asshole, she knows what I'm after.

  Oh, does she know.

  “Wait, pleas—mm!"

  Her loud cries are muffled by Bishop pulling back and then sliding his thick cock between her lips. I groan, pushing my cock against her tight ring and feeling the resistance — feeling her resistance — but I press on. My cock is so sticky and wet from her eager pussy, and her own juices have trickled down her thighs, making her asshole shiny and ready for me.

  There'll be no stopping me from claiming what's mine to claim.

  My head eases inside with a small pop, and the moan that tears its way from her throat is low and drawn out. I slide in deep, easing inch after inch of my hard, thick cock into her tight little asshole. She writhes under us, her chest rising and falling quickly and the flush creeping over her whole body as I slowly claim her ass.

  I can feel her clench down so damn tight around me, like a hot little vice around my dick. I move my hand to her pussy, my thumb rolling over her clit as I ease two fingers inside. I stroke them in and out, playing with her clit as I fill her up, until my balls are resting against her ass.

  "Fuck, princess," I growl, groaning as I feel her tighten and quiver around me. "This ass is fucking perfect."

  "Worth the wait?" Bishop chuckles, and I nod, groaning as I somehow manage to pull an inch back out before driving it back in. She quivers around me, whimpering and closing her eyes, like she's still trying to convince herself that she's not loving every fucking second of this. I draw back further before I plunge back inside, making sure she feels every inch of my cock taking her ass like it's mine to take.

  And really, it is.

  My hand grips her hip tight, the other strumming her clit as I fuck her tight, rich-girl ass like a man possessed. I'm not gentle, and I'm not sweet, but damn if she isn't moaning all over Bishop’s cock like she's going to explode at any second.

  Bishop groans, his muscles tensing and twitching as our little prisoner slurps and moans all over his cock.

  "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunts, his abs clenching tight as his jaw. I plunge my cock deep inside of Annabella, and when she rocks back onto his cock and takes him deep in her throat, he loses it.

  Bishop growls, and suddenly Annabella's eyes fly open as her moans stutter around him. He throws his head back, his hands tightening in her hair as his cum fills her mouth. She whimpers, like she's trying to swallow all of it, but as I bury my cock inside of her, I watch as a bit of it trickles out of her lips and down her cheek.

  Bishop groans as he pulls his wet cock from her pouty lips, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking the last few drops onto her tongue.

  Annabella pants, her eyes wild as they dart from him, to me, and then back to him. She bites her lip, looking so fucking sexy with his cum on them and my cock buried deep in her ass. But I also recognize something else in her look, and I slowly start to chuckle.

  "Oh, sweetheart..." I make a tsking sound as I shake my head. "You think we're almost finished with you?"

  Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush as she sees the hungry, wicked look in my eyes.

  I chuckle and nod at Bishop, who's still rock hard, and grinning hungrily at her as he slowly strokes himself.

  "We're not even close to done with you, sweetheart," I groan, easing my cock back inside of her and burying every inch until she's gasping and biting her lip to keep from moaning.

  "I think it's time to take this to another level, princess."

  8

  Bishop

  She actually makes a move to run for it when Remy pulls away from her.

  My buddy grunts as her heel catches him in the side, and quicker than I would have ever imagined, truth be told, she's off the bed and darting for the door.

  …She doesn't get that far.

  She screams as I grab her from behind, lifting her off the floor and into my arms as she bicycle kicks at the air. She writhes in my arms, twisting to get free and yelling for help from downstairs. But of course, no one's coming, even if her loud distress call does bring a fresh round of cries from downstairs. But no, none of them would dare actually come up here to help her, and we already knew they wouldn't. Not this crowd of pampered, privileged little pussies.

  Still, I love the fight in this little firecracker.

  I grunt as her elbow catches me in the ribs, but I yank her around regardless, striding back to the bed and tossing her onto it. She darts, but I'm faster, and when I wrap her in my arms and pull her tight into me on our sides, I feel her little body melt into mine.

  Remy chuckles, moving behind her and gripping her hips tight in his hands as he positions his cock back to where it was before. Hell, let him — I'll claim that ass later for myself. For now, I want her pussy. I've been waiting way too long for this, and now, all I want is her sweet little cunt wrapped tight around my cock, milking the cum from my balls again.

  I lift her leg with a hand under my knee, easing my cock against her slick, eager pussy. She's not fighting me anymore. In fact, the look on her face when I tease my head over her clit is one of pure unbridled pleasure. Pure desire. Her eyes suddenly fly open, and a low moan rumbles in her throat, and I know it's from Remy easing back into her ass.

  "Oh fuck," she moans quietly, almost under her breath like she doesn't want us to hear it.

  I do though.

  "You like that, don't you?" I growl lowly.

  Her eyes open, and she swallows thickly as she meets my gaze hesitantly.

  "Tell me, beautiful," I purr, teasing her clit with the throbbing, swollen head of my cock. Cum leaks from the tip and covers her lips, making her thighs sticky with me.

  "You can tell me," I groan, my cock twitching as I hear her little gasp. "You like it when his big dick fucks that tight little asshole of yours, don't you? You like feeling so owned like this, and so used."

  She whimpers, her face contorting in pleasure as I rub her clit faster with my cock.

  "So controlled. Fuck," I groan, feeling her pussy pulse against my cock. "What would Daddy think if he saw his little princess being claimed by two guys like us right now?"

  She gasps, biting her lip as if trying to stop it, but failing.

  "And you fucking like it when two big rough scary men make you theirs, don't you?"

  Slowly, hesitantly, she starts to nod.

  "Good girl," I growl before I sear my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, and when I raise her leg and ease my cock against her tight little slit, she whimpers, and actually moves her hips towards me, like she's willing me inside. I groan into her mouth, claiming her mouth with mine and sucking her tongue as I push my head inside of her dripping wet pussy.

  Fuck. She's so fucking tight with Remy filling her ass like this, and me stretching her pussy so tight. She screams, her hands clutching at my arms and my waist as her face contorts in pleasure. She slams her lips to mine, kissing me hungrily as I slowly feed every inch deep inside.

  I can feel Remy pumping in and out, and I slowly move to match his speed. We move in and out of her, alternating and then syncing
up, until she's going absolutely insane between us. She goes to pieces, moaning and screaming in pleasure as the two of us fuck her body hard, giving her every fucking inch of us as we claim her as our own.

  Those assholes downstairs probably think she's being fucking murdered right now by the sounds she's making, but I know one thing: those cries of hers are pure fucking pleasure. She fits so damn well between us, like she was made for this. It's like her body was molded to take our cocks like this, and like her cries were designed to make both of us harder than we've ever been.

  I mean fuck, we should have done this sooner.

  Annabella starts to moan louder, her body starts to tremble, and as the two of us plunge our big, throbbing cocks in and out of her tight little body faster and faster, I know one thing for sure: she's about to come. Hard.

  Remy's hand comes down with a slap on her ass, making her scream as her body starts to tighten and tremble. I growl into her neck, pinning both her hands above her head with one hand and gripping her waist tight with the other as I bury my cock balls-deep in her sweet little pussy.

  "Come for us, baby girl," I groan into her ear, biting the lobe and letting my breath tease over her neck.

  "Make that pussy come all over our cocks. Come," I growl, demandingly. "I want that pretty little bad girl pussy to come all the fuck over my cock right. Fucking. Now."

  When she comes, it's like a storm slamming through the room. She screams, her whole damn body tensing up like a vice and then shattering between us. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, milking me as her honey drips all over my swollen balls. Remy goes next, and I feel him bury his cock deep inside of her hot little ass and then erupt inside of her. His cum pulses deep inside, filling her up with every drop as she absolutely crumbles around us.

  "Yesss," she cries so softly and sweetly into my chest, and it's all I can take.

  I roar as I feel my balls pulse and twitch, my hot cum exploding deep inside her bare pussy. I bury my moans in her neck, my cock pulsing again and again and again as I absolutely fill her cunt with my cum, until I can feel it start to leak out around us.

  Slowly, the three of us come to a gasping, groaning stop — Remy and I holding her tight as she gasps for air and melts into us.

  "Holy fuck," she murmurs quietly. She swallows and looks up at me, and before I can even stop myself, I'm leaning down, cupping her jaw in my hand, and kissing her fiercely. I kiss her like she belongs to me — to us.

  And in that moment at least, she does.

  Slowly, we pull out of her. Remy stands from the bed and reaches for his pants. I pull her around so that she's sitting between my legs against my chest with my arms firmly around her.

  I look up at my buddy and nod grimly. "It's time."

  He nods back, growling under his breath.

  "Make the call, man."

  Remy nods, and I can see the same reluctance in his eyes that I know is in mine. He glances at Annabella, and I know without a doubt he feels it too. We've known each other for too long not to be able to read each other's minds.

  And the thing is, Annabella is more than just a physical obsession, and we both know it. Hell, we've known it from the start of this whole thing. But what happens next has to happen. It's the key to all of this — the whole point of our plan to begin with.

  "Make the call," I whisper hoarsely, knowing what it might bring down on all of us.

  Might, or will.

  If he and I were to just leave right now, there's a shot we could escape all this. There's a chance we could disappear, and spend our lives holding onto the memory of her, bitter and wishing we'd kept her.

  But there's no coming back from what happens next. What happens next is going to change everything, and I know if we don't hang on tight or stick exactly to the plan, we could lose it all.

  Remy pulls his cell out, nods at me, and gives Annabella a long look. Then he's out the door.

  Me? I just hold her close. Because whatever happens next, there's no way I'm letting it pull her away from me.

  Not now.

  9

  Remy

  My heart's racing like a fucking engine as I head downstairs, back to the party and our hostages.

  It's time.

  Downstairs, the party-goers all look at me at me in horror, like I'm some sort of monster.

  Good. This lame-ass halloween party needed a good scare anyways.

  I'm just wearing jeans, with a cellphone in one hand and a 9mm Beretta in the other. Oh, and I've got fucking fingernail scratches all down my chest and back from ravaging the girl I just stole away from all of them, which is really just the icing on the cake in making me look like the monster they all think I am.

  "You." I point to an older, stuffy guy in a Monopoly man costume. How ironically fitting.

  "What's your name?"

  I know his name. And it's no accident as to why I've picked him. It's all part of the plan. Every single piece about tonight is.

  Monopoly man clears his throat. "Nelson LaPaige, I'm the—"

  He’s the dean of students here, I already know that.

  "I'm the dean of students."

  I nod as I thumb open the phone in my hand and start to dial the number. "Good."

  The phone on the other end of the line rings twice, before a gruff, southern-accented good-old-boy voice answers tersely.

  "Who is this?"

  Hearing his voice after all of these years makes me want to scream. Or destroy something, or myself for fuck's sake. The utter and complete arrogance in his voice and imagining him sitting in his big opulent Governor's office playing God to those less fortunate around sends a twisting sensation through me.

  But I wait. I control myself, if only barely.

  Wait for it, I think to myself. After all, I've been waiting for years, and now? Well, now it's time for payback.

  "Governor Dupuis," I say thinly to Annabella's father.

  "Who the hell is this, and how did you get this private num—"

  "I got this number from your daughter's cellphone."

  That shuts him up, and he's silent for a second.

  "What the hell do you want?"

  "A great many things, Governor," I hiss, smiling like a crazy person at the whole crowd, who all cower from me.

  "Where's Annab—"

  "I'll start with the basics," I say quietly.

  "The basics?"

  I smile thinly again. "You asked what the hell I want. I'm going to tell you."

  My jaw tightens.

  "One hundred million dollars."

  He barks out a laugh.

  "For?"

  Yeah, he won't be laughing in a second.

  "You, Nelson," I beckon the cowering dean of students over. "Come here. Tell the dear governor where his daughter is right now."

  I thumb the speaker button on the phone and watch as Nelson Lapaige stammers for words.

  "Uh, Mr. Dupuis — Governor, sir—"

  "Nelson, what in the fuck is going on over—"

  "They took her, Harold!" Nelson chokes out, his face pale and his eyes glancing up at me nervously.

  "The fuck do you mean they took her?!" Annabella's dad roars over the phone.

  I nod, smiling thinly. "Tell him, Nelson."

  The older man swallows, paling.

  "Upstairs," he whispers hoarsely. "There are two of them, Governor. They had guns, and they came in, and there are men outside with guns, and these two, they took your Annabella upstairs, and…and…"

  He chokes, but I know Harold's heard enough. And I know that because he starts to roar. He calls me bastard, and motherfucker, and all sorts of shit, but I just smile, and then take him off of speaker.

  "Done yet?"

  "Not by a mile you piece of shit! When I get my hands on you—"

  "You won't, trust me." I sigh. "The price is one hundred million, governor. And you get her back safe and sound."

  "Not a fucking chance," he spits back.

  I chuckle. "We’re talkin
g about your daughter, Harry."

  "Who's to say she's not dead already?"

  "Well she's still upstairs with my friend, and judging from the sounds he's making, I'm guessing she's still in the land of the living. He's a sick fuck, that friend of mine, but not that sick."

  Harold screams a string of obscenities at me again.

  "You fucking prick! You—"

  "Shut up," I hiss sharply. I'm tired of this back and forth. "She's alive, and if you'd like to keep it that way, I'm going to give you a bank account number, and you will transfer in the next twenty minutes."

  He scoffs, like I knew he would.

  "That's impossible, I don't have that kind of—"

  "Yes, you do."

  My blood boils.

  "I know for a fact that you got exactly that from the new stadium you put in where those public housing buildings used to be over in Maybury."

  "That was government funded rebuild, you little—"

  "I'm talking about the cut you got under the gable, Governor," I hiss. I know all about his bullshit, and his lies, and his greasy back-pocket sweetheart deals. I know about his using political connections to get into running drugs for the cartel, and girls for worse.

  I know about the sins of his past. The sins that ruined Bishop and I.

  And it ends tonight.

  All of it.

  "I won't pay you a red cent," Harold hisses.

  I shake my head. He's fighting this harder than even I thought he would.

  "We’re talking about your only daughter, Harry."

  "I have no assurances you won't kill her anyways."

  "You do. I'm telling you right now she won't be."

  "Not happening," he spits.

  I shake my head.

  "Okay, let me sweeten the pot. If you don't pay? Well, not only do you never see Annabella again, but every single one of these people here at this party tonight — all of them, your little cronies and back-pocket voters — all of them hear that you wouldn't pay to save your daughter. Oh, and I'm recording this," I spit. "The media will fucking love to hear you try and haggle and backpedal me while your daughter's life is on the line."