Page 44 of Fed By Fear

“I said yes!”

More dolls have left their shelves and are heading our way. Githany’s gaze shoots from one to the next, panic bleeding from her pores as she backs away.

“You realize we’re asking you to fuck us, right, Githany?” Hunt is such a Debbie-downer. Trying to be the responsible one in times like this. Maybe he’s asking for consent. We don’t much care for pretty words, though we do remember asking Githany if she wanted us to stop in the mirror maze. Hunt wants to be wanted. His appearance can make things challenging. He wants to know Githany is willing.

Maybe we’re all as desperate for her approval.

Githany’s throat tattoo bobs as she swallows. “I realize that.”

“And are you willing to take whatever we give you?” we purr.

Her gaze flicks to the cock that’s manifested at the center of Hunt’s pelvis. The slender seam that hides his shaft is split wide, revealing the full hooked length and still-swelling knot. We reach for him, stroking the new cock until the deep blue knot reaches its full thickness.

Githany shivers, her eyes never leaving it. Her breathing has changed.

Hunt pushes her. “No matter how monstrous? Will you let us fill you with our cocks and drown you in our cum?”

At the mention of cum, a small bit spurts out of Hunt’s tip. Githany bites her lip, thighs squeezing tight. The scent of her arousal has our tongues falling out of our mouths.

“You smell that? She’s wetter than my fucking swamp at the sight of you,” Gator chimes in.

Githany may be terrified of my dolls, but it’s clear she’s still the perfect girl for us. Getting turned on by something like Hunt, in his monster form, and at the sight of such apussy-shredding cock, means she is exactly who we always hoped she was.

Gator moves out from behind her, revealing his own crimson, webbed cock. The fully hardened length is impressive. She stares down at it, tongue swiping over her bottom lip.

Gator loves to watch. I’ve seen him come without ever being touched. But when he decides to join in, he gives it the best of all. That webbing on his tip expands and twists. Once it’s inside, it rubs against all manner of hidden places.

We are hard too. It’s impossible not to be with Githany’s arousal and fear clogging up our noses and mouths. So much so fast. The small black fingers on our shaft thrash side to side, seeking something to stroke.

“Tell us,” Hunt groans.

Her voice is heavy with lust. “I’ll let you do whatever you want. Get me the hell out of here.”

“Bye-bye, dollies.” We drop into darkness, reappearing in the butcher shop. The floor and walls are dry. It no longer look likes like a monster meat aquarium.

Hunt slithers toward Githany. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night.”

Chapter 11

Madness

Three rock-hard demons and one tragically empty ghost girl. The anticipation is tangible in the air. An electricity that pulses between the four of us. This is the moment the night has been building up to.

Githany doesn’t fight Gator when he ties her wrists together. She keeps glancing around the floor. I’d bet she’ll do anything to avoid going back to my dollhouse.

“Madness, lower that hook.” Gator directs me to the nearest meat hook. Clambering up is easy for me. I’m solid but vaporous, defying physics with my contradictions. “Lower. Lower. Perfect.”

Hunt catches Githany staring at his cock again. “Like it?” He fists the knot.

“Shut up and get on your back, Hunt.” Gator’s commanding presence in the bedroom is always so hot. Hunt is the leader, but Gator is the boss. Us? We’re just along for the ride.

Hunt lies down, his cock jutting even further out. Githany’s still staring when it rattles for the first time. She sucks in a breath. Hunt rattles it again. Just wait untilshe feels it. She’ll discover the vibrations quicken the closer he gets to climax. He’ll rattle straight through her torso if he’s not careful.

“Eyes on me, Githany.” Gator snatches her attention back. He passes her roped wrists over the hook.

Her cheeks redden. “I don’t think you guys are going to fit.”

Our laughter bursts. She still thinks she’s fully human. We have a feeling she is going to do just fine. “We will, ghost girl.”