Michael makes them watch

The Farmhouse

You bang on the door of the only house around, screaming for help. It's a farm, and you pray to god someone is home. You know Michael is following you. You were the only one to escape and you ran out without your jacket. The cold is catching up with you now that you stopped running. You keep knocking and a stranger, a hot farmer to be exact, lets you in and locks the door behind you. It's warm inside. The stranger goes to call 911.

Before you know it, Michael kicks the door in with his huge boot. You hide in a closet while Michael destroys the stranger's phone, strips him down to his briefs, duct tapes his mouth shut, and ties him to a chair in the dimly lit living room.

Seconds later, Michael's large arm bursts into the closet, followed by his shoulder and broad chest and his jumpsuit's tall, erect collar framing his mask. He grabs you by the hair, then lifts you to your feet. Michael throws you over his shoulder, carries you to the living room, and dumps you on the floor.

The stranger tries to protest, but his cries are muffled by the duct tape. You start to crawl away and Michael's huge, calloused. hands grip your hips and jerk your ass back back against him and you feel the Shape's hard bulge through his jumpsuit. To your horror, you feel a warm flutter between your legs. Michael's forearm on your back holds you down as he yanks your pants and underwear down. You try to wriggle free and his arm digs further into you. Feeling the Shape's giant hands on your bare hips, you're turned on. You're wet and whimper in confusion. Michael unzips himself and frees his giant, raging hard-on.

The stranger closes his eyes and cries through the duct tape and tries to move the chair and it topples over with the stranger still attached. Michael, still on his knees, turns and hooks his boots over your ankles, holding you down while he sets the stranger and chair back upright. He scoots then holds his knife to the stranger's throat. He forces the stranger's eyes open and manhandles his jaw to face your direction, making it very clear the stranger must watch.

Michael turns back toward you and straddles your legs. Then, you feel his hard length drag against your slit, and a moan escapes your mouth, startling you. Michael tilts his head at how slick you are. He brings two huge fingers to your seam and drags them forward to your clit and back a few times and then thrusts them inside and you gasp. The Shape takes out his fingers and spreads your wetness on the stranger's cock. Then, Michael picks up his knife and slices the rope off the stranger's hands. You watch Michael force the stranger's cock into his own hand. The Shape's hands wrap around the stranger's hand and cock and jerk him briefly. The stranger is hard. Michael is going to force him to jerk off while he fucks you in front of him.

Michael's large hands around your hips pull your ass back against his enormous, veiny, rock-hard length. He drags his rough fingers against your seam again, which is somehow even wetter now. The swollen head of his cock follows, and you feel it pressing at your entrance. The stranger isn't stroking himself until Michael shoots him a look, then he hesitantly, dutifully begins to pump himself, still tied to the chair.

The Shape leans into you and pushes just the tip of his cock inside. You gasp. It's already a stretch. He forces you further back against him. The stretch hurts so good as he pulls you back on his monster cock. You can't take the whole shaft, but he buries as much as he can inside you.

An uncalled for, pleasureful knot grows in your lower abdomen as the Shape begins to pound into you. With each thrust, the feeling builds in your gut. Michael turns his head to ensure the stranger's obedience. The stranger is crying, but fully erect, and his strokes have become far less hesitant. Michael continues to pummel you, and your poor little cunt grips around his shaft every time it pulls back, begging him further into you again. Without pulling out, Michael looks at the stranger and rotates his wrist as though to look at an imaginary watch. Suddenly you realize if the stranger finishes before Michael, he might survive.

Maybe you'll survive, too. Michael continues to ram himself into you, using your hips to pull your ass against his groin, and you give into the pleasure, angling your hips where it feels best. You work with him, not against him. You fuck him and allow your body to feel every bit of the twisted bliss. Being impaled by the Shape feels otherworldly. The knot is tightening in your core and your whole body has butterflies.

Michael firmly grabs your ass cheeks in his huge hands then smacks one of them with a force that's sure to leave a mark. Your breath hitches and the handprint tingles with cold heat. The next time he thrusts, you see stars. You clench around him, pulsing on his cock with each wave of your orgasm. A pleasant release floods your body and your eyelids get heavy. Michael's large hands run over your ass almost affectionately.

Michael checks on the stranger and continues to plunge his length into you. Michael huffs and you sense he's going to come soon. You don't know how you know, but you're certain the stranger's throat will be slit if he doesn't come first.

Michael smacks your ass again and you feel his monster cock twitch inside you. The tension is building rapidly in your core again. The hot stranger pumps himself furiously. He's crying with tears running down his face. Michael lets out a muffled grunt and his head faces the ceiling. The stranger vocalizes into the tape, and you look over just in time to see the hot farmer's thick, white spend shoot into his abs then gurgle into his fist and he sighs in relief.

Michael's huge, rough hands firmly grip your sides as his hips pound into you at a brutal pace. You're on the edge of bliss again and you whimper with the need for release. The Shape audibly grunts, and at the sound of his muffled pleasure, you begin to uncoil. As your cunt flutters around his cock, he erupts inside you. You involuntarily contract around him harder and harder, milking an unfathomable load of hot cum into yourself. You feel a rush of life that drowns out any shame.

He doesn't just fill you with his cock or his cum - he fills you with a warm, thick, swirling dark energy that fills every nook and cranny of your being. It makes you feel whole. You feel connected to something. Micahel withdraws and his seed trickles down your thigh. You feel a new emptiness without him inside you. You wonder if you'll feel empty forever. You've never felt anything like it.

Michael breathes heavily in his mask, then rips the duct tape off the stranger and lets you get dressed. The stranger is sobbing. "What the fuck what the fuck that was so fucked up oh my god." Michael holds his knife to his throat and the stranger swears he's never going to tell a soul. Michael holds up the stranger's car keys and the stranger says "yes, yes, take the bronco, I don't need it, take whatever you want I'll never tell a soul i promise." Michael nods. The stranger looks down at the mess in his lap and adds "I swear I'll never tell. I could never." He sobs in shame, apologizes to you, and keeps asking if you're okay. When he won't shut up, the duct tape comes back.

As you finish dressing yourself, your body is still humming with pleasure but you're also confused and tired and scared. You can't forget your friends are dead. Michael pockets the car keys and grabs some other stuff from the house including a cowboy hat off the wall and a sherpa lined jean jacket he hands to you - Wow, he noticed you didn't have a coat. He leaves the stranger tied up and forces you to your feet. You ask where you're going. He doesn't have the patience for your questions. The Shape manhandles you into the old bronco and takes you with him.