Page 13 of No Way Out
“Looks like the wrong scarecrow caught you first, little darkling,” a voice called from behind.
I could feel Demetri’s body tense, and sweat collected at the back of my neck from the sound of that voice changer.
“Who the fuck is there?” Harkins shouted into the darkness, nothing but our little bubble of illumination revealing our surroundings.
“Put your mask back on,professor,” the scarecrow commanded. “Don’t want anyone to see you here, with astudent.”
Demetri Harkins stepped in front of me, stuffing himself back into his pants before making himself somehow larger, as if attempting to cover me with his body.
Like he was protecting me from this creep’s malicious stares.
He reached down to grab the mask and put it back over his head.
“We’re gonna play a little game now,” the scarecrow said, coming into view as he stepped toward us.
“Iknowwhat you’ve been doing in this maze, Camila,” he spoke, his mask nearly identical to the professor’s.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I feigned ignorance, knowing it would be my only weapon.
Aside from the pocket-knife tucked inside my Doc Martens.
“Stand behind her,” the scarecrow commanded the other.
Demetri growled under his breath but, feeling the unrelenting weight of the situation , he moved behind me again as the other walked around us in slow circles like a predator, as if calculating his next move.
“I played your game,” I said through gritted teeth. “What more do you want?”
“We haven’t finished the game,” he laughed. “I just caught you. Now, you’re mine. You both are.” There was a psychotic type of joy emphasized by the voice changer when he laughed.
Hands found my waist, squeezing as he groped and felt my body like he was inspecting a piece of meat at the market.
There was a thrill in all of this that I couldn’t describe, couldn’t make sense of. When I ran face first into Dr. Harkins, a part of me had hoped it was the other scarecrow, that I had been caught and the lingering promise would be fulfilled, that therealfun would start.
My disappointment was tampered by the taste of Demetri on my tongue and his cock splitting open my mouth. Now, here we were again, not just me, but the both of us, flies in his web.
The worst part was, I was desperate to know what he’d do.
I could feel my pussy dripping with the need to find out.
“Our little darkling is lost in this big maze. Let’s show her how well the corn keeps the screams from escaping,” the voice said from behind, reaching inside my shirt to cup a breast.
A growl came from Harkins, his possessiveness affecting his ability to process this situation.
As if all that mattered was me.
“Touch her,” he commanded Demetri from below me, as if he’d dropped to his knees.
It was too dark to see who was touching me and where. Their individual scents mingled and invaded my senses together, citrus, cedar, and smoke with a dash of mint. Leathered gloves rubbed up my thighs, splitting my legs apart before I felt a hot breath against my pussy.
He’d taken his mask off.
A hot, wet tongue lapped its way up my center. The cold metal of two steel balls from his piercings was a startling feeling that impulsively had me clenching my thighs together, smashing his head in the process. My knees buckled as he continued, fighting against my thighs. I moaned, reaching down for his shoulders, looking for some sort of support, but instead, I was pulled back by Demetri’s strong hands as he held me flush against his body.
It was like this was his way of conceding to this, but still maintaining control, still having some sort of say, and he was saying he was going to have me regardless. He pinned my arms behind my back with a single hand as the other moved to rub my nipples, slow circles with the occasional pinch that drove me insane.
I was a river of pleasure flowing directly through both of them, a waterfall of proof spilling onto the tongue of the man beneath me, his fingers gripping my thighs while he voraciously devoured me. I quivered with every flick of his double-pierced tongue against my swollen clit, my cunt aching with the need to be filled but my body giving out and accepting this pleasure as it were. The orgasm ripped through me, my arousal dripping down my thighs while I seized in my professor’s hold.
I finally looked down to see the lantern’s flame bouncing off Ezekiel's shadowed face beneath me. I was still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure when the realization of his identity set in.
