Page 23 of Headless Hollow

“I see the green sparking in your eyes, Pumpkin. Don’t worry. I’ll be coming back to you in just a second.”

Branson’s eyes were murderous as he stared at the Horseman, who was casually twirling his knife. I sucked in a breath and held it as he cut off Branson’s leather belt and then easily sliced his jeans, making Branson cringe. Grabbing the sides, he ripped the material, and it fell open in two large flaps to show off exactly how turned on Branson was watching me. His cock bounced in the air, the tip wet with precum, and my pussy clenched with need despite the insanity.

The Horseman walked over to a table and picked up a device I’d never seen before. It didn’t look like a threat or painful, but I couldn’t be certain. He held it up for me to see before blocking my view of Branson. Whatever he was doing was making Branson yell behind his gag. I couldn’t understand a single word. When he stepped out of the way, the device had been slipped onto Branson’s cock, and there was a piece that seemed to be wrapping around behind his balls.

“What is that for?”

“This will only provide pleasure…unless you lie.” He squatted in front of me and grabbed my chin. “I suggest you not lie, or your walking cock will be in extreme pain. Push me too much, and I will add him to my headless list.” I swallowed the bile that wanted to rise as I stared into the red glowing circles of the mask’s eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, but I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you all night long, and Branson gets to watch as I breed what he thinks is his.” My eyes went wide, a new desire and horror rising at the same time.

“But….”

“Oh, are you thinking that tonight was random? No, Pumpkin. I’ve been planning this for some time. I know you’re not on anything. You haven’t been since Christian. I also know your cycle and that you’re primed and ready to ovulate and were looking into ordering semen from a donor because you wanted kids and Christian never did.” He snorted out a disgusted sound. “Like I was ever fucking allowing that to happen.”

“Who the hell are you,” I asked, needing to know who was so close to me for so long that I never noticed.

“Stop trying to rush the surprise. You’ll find out soon enough. It’s always been you, and soon, I’m going to make sure that you’re filled with a piece of me. That way, you’ll remember me forever.”

My body trembled as the weight of what he meant sank in. He was going to get me pregnant. That was his goal. He knew I’d never have him willingly, so he’d set up this entire, elaborate situation, including killing multiple people, just to impregnate me. He was right off the deep end of the crazy pool and was happily doing laps there.

“What if I don’t want your child?” The Horseman held up a small black device and pressed a red button. Instantly, Branson thrashed in his bindings as his muffled screams had my heart racing. “Okay, stop. Stop hurting him.”

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want my child.” I could think of a dozen reasons but kept my mouth shut. “I have all the attributes you checked off on the submission form.” I narrowed my eyes into a glare. How the hell did he know all this stuff? I hadn’t even told my parents about looking into artificial insemination.

He walked back over to the table and picked up something that was straight out of medieval times. It was leather and covered in what looked like silver spikes that had been rounded off so they no longer had a sharp point. I tried to follow what he was doing as he disappeared behind me.

“I’m tall, strong, highly intelligent, with no family history of major diseases like cancer. I’m the perfect specimen to father a child.”

And you’re also as crazy as a bag of hammers. I really wanted to say that out loud, but I glanced at Branson. His face was still showing the lingering signs from the device, so I said nothing. I jerked and then couldn’t stop the moan as suddenly the Horseman’s cock began tracing a line from my rosebud all the way to my clit and back again. My body didn’t care about who he was, it only wanted one thing.

“Fuck you’re so incredibly wet.” He smacked his cock against my pussy, and the throbbing between my legs got worse. I snarled when he stopped touching me. My calm was slipping with each passing second. “Were you happy that Betsy died?”

“Stop with the questions and just fuck me already,” I growled at him like an animal and was happy my parents were wearing noise canceling earphones and blindfolds.

“Answer the question, Pumpkin. Don’t make me hurt someone.”

I glanced up at Branson, who was staring at me. “Yes, I was happy,” I answered honestly.

“Such a naughty slut wishing death on your rival,” he said. I hadn’t wished death on Betsy, and I opened my mouth to correct him, but then he shoved his cock into me. He had to be wearing the thing I’d seen in his hand. My scream of pleasure and pain was loud as he stretched me wide with his massive cock.

I’d never felt anything so intense. Each of the metal balls rubbed and pushed me to the peak of my orgasm before he was even fully inside of me.

“Fuck you’re tight, Pumpkin. Your hot little pussy was made for me,” he said as he bottomed out, and tears ran down my face from the extreme sensations taking control. He smacked my ass, and I moaned. There was no holding back the orgasm as he pulled out slowly before pushing in again and hitting every sensitive spot in a single thrust.

“Ah!” I stared at Branson’s still-hard cock as I came, my mouth watering as my body was finally given what it had been dying for, like letting off steam on a pot about to explode. The Horseman’s hands rubbed my ass as my orgasm continued to grip me. Wetness dripped down my legs from the powerful release.

“So perfect.” He held my hips and began fucking me hard, making me scream for a whole new reason. Everything felt too intense now, and my body wanted to leap away from the powerful thrusts that were slamming me into the padded bench. “Oh fuck, yeah…God, I have waited so long to do this. How many loads of my come do you think you can hold, Pumpkin,” he asked, his voice deeper and husky even with the mechanical device distorting it. I couldn’t answer. I could hardly breathe as he fucked me harder and harder. He was forcing another climax to rise like he was reaching into my body and yanking it out by hand.

I watched Branson’s cock bounce in perfect time to the Horseman’s thrusts like it was him fucking me, and my pussy squeezed tight. I glanced at his face, but he was watching the Horseman fuck me like I was one of the animals.

“You ready for my first load, Pumpkin? You ready for me to breed this sweet pussy?”

My climax was so close to the surface again, and I felt more desperate than I did the first time to reach the sweet abyss. He smacked my ass, and I yelled in pleasure, the sting going straight to my throbbing clit.

“That’s it, that’s my naughty girl, come for me. Come on my cock.” Slap. His hand made me shudder. Slap. “Do it. I need to feel this pussy claim my cock. Tell me you want me to fill you with my come.”

“Yes! Come, please come,” I yelled and just started to crest the final peak when Branson jerked in his bindings and came. He was just close enough that the first jet of his release landed on my cheek. I watched him writhe in pleasure as his cock continued to unload, leaving a trail on the floor that pointed to me. That was it. That was all it took to push me over. I thought I was going to black out as I squirted for the first time in my life.

“Oh fuck me, that’s incredible,” the Horseman groaned, his fingers tightened on my hips as he pumped into me harder and faster. A scream lodged in my throat as he thrust in deep and held still. I could feel his cock jerking, which set my body off all over again. By the time his cock stopped releasing inside of me, I was reduced to simpering and incoherent words. I was slumped on the bench thing holding me in position, breathing hard and unable to form a single thought.