Page 12 of Last Summer
My stomach drops.What the fuck?
Anonymous: Make them moan. Make them scream.
I move to close the screen and shut down the chat but stop myself. A deep throat chuckle escapes my lips.
“Nice try, troll,” I say to the screen while using my middle finger to flip them off.
Fucking trolls. I hate them. Danica comes up behind me, still sniffling—wearing nothing but a white little lingerie set with blood splatters covering it. Her little braided pigtails have started to come undone.
She looks hot.
“What’s going on?” she mutters as she reads the screen, messages still flying in.
BluBallzz: Suck his cock
MamaWanna: Fist her. Split her open
RippedDude6969: Show us your feet
CockDemonKing: Choke on his cock you slut
It’s wild the things people say when they hide behind a monitor. I’m not saying I don’t want to do all that and more to her, but at the same time, a girl did just die. And Danica seems to be in shock or some shit. But it would be nice to watch her choke on my cock. Especially if I used those little pigtails to guide her tongue up and down my length. My cock twitches at the thought.
“Chris, are you reading this?” Danica says as she reads the last message out loud. “I know what you did… Fuck or die,” she whispers, her voice cracking in the end.
“It’s just some troll, let’s get out of here,” I say as my hand moves towards the screen, but before I have a chance to turn it off, another message comes on.
Anonymous: Fuck her and you get to live.
The statement grabs my attention. I sure the fuck am not about to let some sick bastard dictate what I do, but also I’m not trying to fuck around and find out. Obviously, what happened to Sarah was some kind of freak accident, but I’ve seen enough scary movies to know I shouldn’t take any chances.
I mean I did come here for two things—fucking and making money. So if that’s what I need to do, then…
Anonymous: Come on, make them moan or I'll makeYOUscream.
Footsteps close in from behind, “What the fuck is this?” Abby says, causing us all to turn.
She’s standing beside us. In her hand is a blood splattered hockey mask. It’s one of the old school ones you see in horror movies. It's white plastic with a bunch of holes in it. Looking into the camera, Abigail smiles before placing the mask over her face. The small droplets of what I'm sure is Sarah’s blood drip down the mask.
The chat goes wild.
But our eyes are all locked on a single chat bubble. Anonymous has more to say, a clear message—they want me to wear the mask and fuck the girls, cut them, ruin them. Or we all die.
Danica shakes her head. “Fuck you, sick fuck,” she snaps at the screen but Anonymous replies.
Anonymous: I know who was really driving.
And it’s enough to get Danica to finally shut the fuck up and fall in line. She looks pale and like she’s going to be sick. Her shoulders sag just as I quickly snatch the mask from Abigail's fingers and lean into the screen, making sure I show off my tats and muscles. I’m still half naked, only wearing my pants, since getting done fucking Abby—maybe I should have Danica clean her best friend’s juices from my cock.
Abigail perks up her tits, and with a creepy smile, she asks the chat, “What do you guys want us to do? Should Danica suck themasked man’s thick cock? You wanna see her gag on it like the dirty fucking slut she is?”
The answers pour in too quickly for me to even read but it’s undeniable what the people want. My hand moves to the small of Danica’s back snaking up her spine feeling the small goosebumps ripple across her body. Fuck, if I was a different man—a better man—I would have treated a girl like her like a princess. But sadly, now I have no fucks to give. I’ll be fucking the shit out of her throat for money. Suddenly, Abigail jumps up, hands clapping. “That’s a good one, Dirtyguy124,” she coos, turning to Danica who looks like she’s about to be sick. “He wants you to suck his cock while you ride his boot. I think it's perfect for a desperate slut like you.”
Abigail snakes her hand into her friend's panties from the top, surprising both of us. Danica lets out a shocked little sigh that travels straight to my cock. Abby’s hand moves against her friend's pussy. I’m desperate to see what they’re doing but her thong is blocking my view.
“You’re already wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Abby taunts as Danica’s hips begin to thrust. “Tell everyone. Say that you’re a dirty cock whore.”
What a wicked little bitch.
