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You were fucking tired.
That is the biggest thing, you were so fucking tired. Being so afraid and stressed, constantly looking over your shoulder will do that to a person. You’d lived in Woodsboro all your life and in all your years being here you just never really fully relaxed into life here. You always kinda of expected something fucked up to happen, just a niggling feeling in the back of your brain, as if you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was like there was something wrong just lingering under the surface but you had no idea what it could be.
Until one day it became all too apparent and your fears were confirmed.
You hated how your gut was always right on shit like this.
The news of your classmate dying violently, bloodily and left for her parents to find along with her jock boyfriends made exhale a huge sigh with a muttering of the word, “Goddamnit.”
Not exactly a typical reaction and true while you were upset and shocked and grief stricken and all the rest you were also frustrated by how those concerns and anxiety you always shrugged off as ridiculous with no basis in truth turned out to be right! How were you ever gonna tell yourself to calm down again when your most inane worries turned out to be right, not like how you thought they would be, but right all the same.
Your butchered classmate wasn’t the only one. There were a few others who had died, and it seemed like whoever this was, the name Ghostface was being thrown around due to the mask that the killer was wearing, had taken an interest in not just your friends but you as well.
This had been going on for a solid week and a half.
You woke up every day from fitful sleep, unsure if all your friends and classmates would live to see tomorrow, not sure if you would live to make it through either. Fear permeated your body and mind as if you were just waiting for whomever it was to run down the list and get to your name.
So when your phone rang that night you nearly jumped out of your skin.
You'd heard tell of the whole phone call schtick that the killer had been pulling and while you did hesitate it didn't deter you from answering the phone. If the bastard wanted you then they'd have you, right? Regardless of whether or not you answered the phone, and you had a sneaking suspicion it would just keep ringing till you picked up anyway.
So why wait and dance around the inevitable?
You pick up the cordless phone and press the "TALK" button before bringing it up to your ear and answering, "Hello?"
"Hey! What's up?" Came the enthusiastic voice from the other end of the line, you recognized it immediately as Randy and let out a small sigh of relief. "Oh hey Randy."
"Well someone sounds less than pleased to hear from me." You leaned against the kitchen counter as you replied, “Sorry, I am happy to hear from you, really, I just thought someone else was calling.”
Randy made an excited, “Oooo-” into the phone that almost made you roll your eyes before he asked, “And who’s call were you expecting?”
You scoffed and said, “Ahhh I dunno Randy, there is a psycho killer running around and calling up our friends before skewering them, my apologies, my mind went to that first instead of the local horror fanatic video store jockey giving me a ring.”
He laughed from your tone, you and he luckily had a very jokey relationship and the way he responded was fairly light, “Okay, okay geeze, I get your fucking point. I’m sorry too.”
You hummed in acknowledgement before asking, “But for real, to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”
“Just calling to see if you are still coming over tonight to watch some movies after my shift is over.” Ah shit you forgot, but you totally did still want to, it’d be better than being home alone as you were currently. You played it off as if it hadn’t slipped your mind and told him, “Yeah totally, I’m about to start getting ready, I’ll be over and like an hour? You’ll be done and home then, yeah?”
He confirmed as such and you told him that you were looking forward to it, a quick “Bye.” and hung up the phone. You set it down and started off to go change and get ready when the phone rang again. You stopped before turning on your heel and making your way back to the phone, Randy always did this. You were sure he had some important thing he would insist you bring, you pick up the phone and bring it to your ear and answer, “What did you forget this time, Randy? Need me to bring the popcorn or what?"
“This isn’t Randy.”
You paused. You didn’t recognize that voice at all. You had that same gut feeling, this wasn’t right, something was off and you took a deep breath in an attempt to steady your nerves. You swallowed hard and asked, “So uhm…Who is it?”
“A curious party. Got a little survey you could say. Wanna help me out?”
What choice did you have?
It was less than five minutes later you were running for your life.
You cursed yourself for getting that quote from Sleepaway Camp wrong as you raced trying to get away from your would be attacker.
Ghostface had broken in through the front door and you bolted, got a decent head start, gave them the run around your living room, the dining room and kitchen and soon made your way outside. You were running out the backdoor and then ran around the side of the house to the front, you were gonna run back inside, lock the door behind you and the backdoor too before attempting to contact the proper authorities.
You had those dumbass horror movie rules drilled into your head by Randy dearest and you knew that you should never look over your shoulder, that is how people in these situations trip and fall flat on their face and get caught and you?
You were no idiot.
So when you made it inside, slammed the door and locked it behind you before starting down the hallway. You were barefoot, the dew from the grass outside had made its way onto your feet causing you to slip a little, thankfully you recovered quickly and continued on your way.
You nearly threw yourself through the hall's doorway into the kitchen and stopped when you saw that Ghostface was coming in through the backdoor you were on your way to lock.
Shit. If you looked you would have seen they weren’t still in pursuit and you could have corrected your path.
Nothing to be done about that now, you needed to make a call and make it now.
You thought for only a second before the plan formed, you took action quickly, you turned and turned hard, made a move around the kitchen island and just as you thought they followed. It was almost too easy, you looked over your shoulder and they hit it just right. There was a loose tile that unless you were careful and didn’t step on it would almost up-end with the smallest pressure placed on it, you watched them step on it dead on and lose balance. They were stumbling, arms out and you made your move.
You turned, hand on the counter top you pushed yourself further, using it as leverage and you launched yourself at him, used all of your weight, no holds barred, your arms around the middle you tackled them to the ground. You knocked the wind out of him, a distinct “Oof” sound as they hit the ground.
Knife was dropped and clattered onto the floor nearby, you scrambled to pin their arms down and oh my God, it worked?
You can’t believe that this worked, holy shit you had them pinned under you. You felt them try to move, try to struggle but the position you had them in was too good, couldn’t get leverage and you almost wanted to laugh. You had the big bad killer that had been giving you all so much trouble stuck flat on their back and helpless. You took in the view and felt the warmth under your thighs and shifted your weight as a particular feeling settled low inside of you.
Oh.
You liked that thought more than you should. Them being the helpless one.
This fucker has been ruining lives of your classmates and friends, ruining YOUR life too for Christsake. You should do something about this. Get some kind of payback, do anything to chase this feeling currently inside of you at being so in control at this moment, it felt fucking good and you wanted more.
So another idea forms.
You speak to him for the first time since the phone call ended. “You really can’t get up now can you?”
They try to make a move again and you still have him pinned easily, you allow yourself to laugh this time. “Awe, poor baby.”
That makes him struggle harder and almost get the upper hand, you sway on top of him and move again, hand comes down hard on that mask, heel of your hand meets forehead and you hear the sound of his head cracking on the kitchen tile and the exclamation of pain at that. Head back on the floor, slight stirring and a groan, from being on top and hearing the voice and everything you were pretty sure it was a guy, you wondered who, if you knew him or if he at least knew you.
As you look down on that white mask and the black soulless eyes you think of your friends, think about how they weren’t so lucky, how they struggled, didn’t make it out. How they spent their last moments gripped by terror and the last thing they saw was that fucking mask.
You felt angry at what this sick fuck has taken from you and people you care about.
Just then a supremely fucked up idea hits you.
You adjust. Your knees pin his shoulders down hard, you reach down and fingers slide under the edge of his mask, he tries to buck up and shake you off but you have him now, hand on the cupboard you use it for stability as you press harder. You put more weight on him and he grunts in response, you pull on his mask, exposing the lower half of his face, seeing that pretty mouth of his.
The words leave you before you even have fully formed the thought, “You take and take and take.”
Your hand comes down and you push your shorts and underwear down in one swift move, all your weight on one knee as you pull the other through the leg hole, leaving the garments on one leg only before the second one comes down hard again. “You hurt and abuse and use us. Probably get off on it too. Got us all running scared. But what if-”
Your thumb traces over his bottom lip and you say quietly, staring down at him as you straddle his face, “-someone used you? How would you feel then?”
And then you lower your cunt onto his mouth.
His mouth is so fucking warm.
You moan immediately, especially at feeling him struggle, another attempt to get his hands on you but your hand presses harder against the cabinet, you buck down harder, knees dig into his shoulders more fiercely. You force your slit down onto him more forcefully and he makes something akin to a sound of protest against you and the vibrations of that makes you moan again.
“C’mon, you looove to run that mouth of yours but I think this is a much better use of it.” You grind your lips against his and then taunt him, “Show me what you got.”
Apparently that is all he needed to hear, you feel his mouth start to move and you smile to yourself, “That didn’t take much convincing.”
Wet and messy open mouthed kisses placed over your slit, up and down, and back before his tongue slips out of his mouth and makes that first pass over you that steals your breath just a little. “Mmmf fuck, there you go, that’s the idea.”
You honestly weren’t expecting your night to turn out this way.
The worry that you might not survive that night was permeating your mind less than a half hour ago, sincere dread that you might die and now you had the killer on his back and were taking your pleasure on his face.
You allowed him to feel out what you liked for a moment. His tongue ran up through your folds with a surprising amount of confidence, assuredness, and the pressure was good, consistent. The way he circled your clit before sucking on it gently made you think that damn, this was not the first time he did this. His tongue ran over that most sensitive part of you over and over before, made you squirm your hips, head tipping back with a moan.
He was better at this than you anticipated, seemed actually into it? He wasn’t just going through the motions. You could hear those small sounds of enjoyment spilling from him and more than that, could feel it, the little hums as his lips were locked around your clit, the way his breathing had changed, feeling his hot breath fan against your soaked slit. From the sounds as well as that call earlier, he really had a sexy voice.
If you let him keep it up you were gonna cum way too fast, you wanted to drag this out, enjoy it. So instead of being honest about how much you were enjoying this or how good he was, you figured with the right vocal encouragement you could keep the upper hand and get him to work even harder.
“Shit, are you even trying down there? Don’t tell me this is your first time doing this.” You rocked your hips and shifted your weight, “Really get your fucking tongue in there-” And he grunted in what sounded like almost annoyance before taking heed, you were about to mock him for his slight complaint before his tongue dragged lower and dipped into your wet hole.
You couldn’t hold back the gasp as much as you would have liked to, you clenched around his tongue and bucked down onto him, you could almost swear you felt him smiling against you at the reaction he was about to get from you. His tongue was so fucking long, it was impressive.
His tongue then slipped out, licking from hole to clit and it had you moaning out, “Mmm, to the left just a little, ah! Yessss, like that, just like that-”
You were pretty lost in it after that, moving along with him as his tongue moved in and out and more open messed kisses and passes over your clit making you almost pant from the building pleasure. You also weren’t holding back the litany of dirty talk you were letting out, finding it made it better, the sensations sharper, “God you are fuckin’ so, soooo-ohhh pathetic!” You let out a breathless laugh after you said it.
You feel his tongue flick over your clit and you bit your bottom lip with another indulgent moan before saying, “You came here to kill me, run me through with that big bad knife and now you're eating me out like it’s your last meal-”
You were then about to taunt him further, ask if it was the best thing he’s ever tasted when you heard it. Your eyes flew open and you looked over your shoulder to see him reaching for that knife he dropped and you moved as quickly as you could.
He hadn’t broken stride, was still eating you out beautifully, you were getting closer and closer but his fingers brushed the knife and you heard clink of the blade on the tile. You broke contact and reached back, you snatched up that knife as fast as you could, knowing that he would try to throw you off if you hesitated for even a moment. You immediately sat back down on his face, hard. One hand slamming down on his head, pushing his head down roughly against the tile and grinding against him, your other hand came down, holding the knife to his throat and you gritted out, “I don’t fucking think so asshole.”
He groaned against you and you grinned, holding the knife down harder, “Get back to it, you still have work to do.”
You were reminded of that line you misremembered from Sleepaway Camp on that phonecall and the modified version that entered your head made you laugh. Eat pussy or die Ghostface.
His hands moved, knife pressing to the sensitive skin, biting into the tender flesh and you said, “Woah! What do you think you are doing?!”
He didn’t stop, hands locked on your hips before you could make good on your threat, he used his hands on you to move you, hold you down as close as he could to his face, and ate you out harder. A clearly passionate effort to it, he moaned into it and so did you, back arching as your grip on the knife loosened just a little. “Oh holy shi-”
You could feel it building, you were alight with pleasure, moaning and gasping, rocking against his tongue, “Yes, yes, yesss-”
Thighs tensing, grip on his head hard as you moved, knife still held to his throat, head back and eyes shut tight you told him that you were, “-so fuck-ing close! Don’t stop, don’t you ugh, dare!”
You tapped the knife against his throat and figured that was more than enough to get your point across. He didn’t let up, kept up that consistent pace, didn’t change a single thing and in less than a minute, finally, you cum against his tongue with a cry. Your body trembling as you fought to keep your grip on him and his weapon as well as stay upright.
It felt fucking amazing, best orgasm you’d had in months, made every venture in your bed in the dark or at some little hook-up at a party pale in comparison.
It left you a shaking and panting mess as you moved back a little, you could feel his own breathing significantly more laboured. To be fair your thighs have been squeezing his head pretty hard and you were almost suffocating him with your cunt. You took a few moments to recover before you moved, leg swinging over as you got off of his face, knife still to his throat. “Damn, I have to be honest, that was pretty decent for a first attempt. Maybe you can do it again sometime.”
You were still lying, you had never been eaten out so fantastically in your whole life and you wanted it again and again but you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
You couldn’t see the top half of his face because of the mask still covering it but his mouth was soaked, covered in your wetness and he looked good like this. Your eyes roamed over his body and you noticed the tenting in his costume. He looked so hard, you moved the knife, ran it down his torso and traced up his clothed cock teasingly with the edge of the blade, “Seems you liked it too.” He arched into the light touch and you laughed at that.
“Wow you really are fucked.”
You finally got up on shaky legs, knife still in your hand as you looked him over, “I’m gonna give you less than five to get the fuck out of here.”
You could feel him wanting to question you so you chose to give him an answer, “Cuz I know I can do this now I don’t really feel that afraid of you. Why not keep you around, give you some more pointers and your oral skills might be worth the trouble. Lord knows the way you were squirming around shows me that you fucking loved it.”
You fingered the end of the blade as you added on, “Bet you’d let me do it to you again too.”
He didn’t give any indication that he would or wouldn’t but he was still hard and you had a feeling he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity if presented with it again. You looked at the clock, you needed to change and get out of here in less than twenty to make it Randy’s on time. You glance next to you and get another idea, you snatch up the pack of gum off the counter and throw it down onto him so it landed dead center on his chest, “Here, you need this. Your breath reeks of pussy.”
He huffed amused at what you said and took a piece before sitting up, you had the knife in your hand watching him closely the whole time.
Soon he was up off the floor, mask back down and headed to the door and you asked, “How did it feel? Being used?” You asked with a decent amount of bite to it, “Did you like it?”
He paused at the threshold of the open door as he looked you over and he nodded, you laughed, “I fucking knew it.”
He was out the backdoor, you threw the knife out onto the grass and then locked the door behind him. He turned to see you pulling your shorts back up with a smile and a wave of your other hand. You made a gesture with your hand once your clothes were back in place, that classic move, hand up to your head as you mouthed the words “Call me?”
He gave another nod and you tore yourself away from the glass door, a wide smile on your face as you headed for upstairs to get changed and leave.
As you were stripping off your shirt you had the brief thought that you should probably feel worse about the fact you didn’t call the cops on him and that he very well might kill someone else tonight since you got the better of him, but you were still feeling warm and loose from the hardest orgasm you ever had and just couldn’t bring yourself to give a single fuck.
You make your way downstairs after getting changed wondering when he will pay you another visit as you had the thought that maybe if he did it that well again you might just return the favour.