Page 12 of Are You Scared, Krowe?
Chapter 5
I'dthinkshewasdead if it weren't for the gasps being forced out of her as Rhodes fucks her ass hole.
She broke quickly. When I got to her, she wasn't even aware of what was going on. Guess I dosed her too much. To be fair, I didn't expect her to chug the damn cider. I thought she'd take little sips like most girls, that she'd be more careful. I knowshe's smart—we've got a few classes together— but in the end, she wasn't smart enough to know better than to come out to the middle of nowhere with half the damn football team.
She didn't know there wouldn't be any other girls here, and I didn't volunteer anything beyond what she asked. But still... it's almost like shewantedto fuck us all tonight. If she didn't, she wouldn't have had her tits on display in that flannel, and she sure as fuck wouldn't have drank so much.
I only drugged her to make it easier to get her up on the stake. The rest of it... well, she wanted it.
I don't know how long we've been out here, watching her get turned over and over like a rotisserie chicken, manipulated into position as each of us took our choice of which hole we wanted. I just know the cold's gotten bitter, and when I go to take a piss on the edge of the clearing, it almost fucking burns from how cold the air is.
Rhodes is pumping the last of his release into her ass when I return, his nails digging into the thin skin around her hips.
I wanted to fuck her again. I've been waiting patiently to do it, too. But it's too fucking cold now, and I'm not stripping down to get my cock inside her, even with as toasty warm as that pussy was, like it was welcoming me in.
She's cried since, of course. I think she got scared and changed her mind.
Twelve cocks is a big commitment, but she took them all so well once she managed to calm the fuck down.
I'm also nicer than most of my friends... particularly Jackson. He drops to his knees pretty much the moment Rhodes gets off her. I notice the way she shakes, more proof of life, and sigh, hoping Jackson hurries up. I'm his ride home, and it's getting late. I need to shower and crawl into my bed.
"Fuck, we did a number on her." Jackson laughs, sliding his hand into her busted up cunt. "Loosened her up real good."
"Come on, Jackson. Let's get this over with and tie her up. I wanna get home sometime tonight."
It's technically already morning; a glance at my phone confirms as much.
Three thirteen.
We've been out here for hours and having fun with her for half of it. The adrenaline rush is fading, driven out by my exhaustion and hunger. It was a damn good night... better even than I expected our Hollow Night to go.
Typically, the townsfolk just select someone to throw up there and leave them up on the stake during the party.
Over the years, things escalated, of course. The harmless pranks got a little less harmless, the targets had to be picked differently because we didn't want to offend our closeted teammates, the joke lasted longer.
Twenty years ago, things went really wrong. So wrong, in fact, my father tried to cancel Hollow Night for this generation. But Hollow Fields is a town steeped in tradition and superstition, and also, fuck that.
Hollow Night is a rite of passage around here; they have no right to take it from us.
Aiden Spade is the very reason we're all dressed like dead football players. It was supposed to be just another Hollow Night hazing for the new guy, but he had an undiagnosed heart problem. When the rest of his team tied him to the stake, he hyperventilated. And when they drove away, he panicked so much his heart gave out. Father was just the deputy back then, before I was born.
I remember hearing him saying how he found Spade out there the next day, how the crows had pecked out his eyeballs.
My father isn't going to see Gianna tied up tomorrow. We're gonna leave her, sure, but only long enough to scare her straight... just long enough to convince her to keep the secretabout what happened tonight, or else we'll leave her there for real next time.
"Ha!" Jackson laughs in triumph, drawing my attention to him.
I glance over to see his victory; he's fit his entire hand inside of her body now, and I can see her pussy swallowing his fist.
"That's disgusting." I tell him, despite the fact I'm actually really intrigued. She was so tight when I forced my dick in between her legs. She must be squeezing the life out of his hand right now.
"Fuck outta here." He laughs. "We were all raised on farms. You've helped birth a calf."
And now I'll never do that again without thinking ofthis.
"What's it like?" Toby asks, his eyes fixated on the pussy that's being pried open by Jackson's hand.
Itisa pretty sight.
