Brutal First-Night Fuck in the Haunted Factory Ruins

Meurille Les Havreaux factory looms like a ghost at the forest edge. Chilled October night, 2017. My phone buzzes nonstop—texts from the three guys I’ve been chatting with for days on that shady occult hookup forum. ‘Ready to summon and fuck the beast?’ Heart hammers. Laurie’s my ride-or-die, her break parked crooked by the chain-link fence. Snip the lock with bolt cutters. No time for bullshit small talk. I’ve craved this raw rush forever—screens to skin, first night brutal. Their cheap cologne hits me finally, mixed with weed and sweat. Mine? Sweet vanilla body spray clinging to my freckled tits, ginger curls wild. We sneak in, flashlights cutting dust. Down to the locker room basement. Pungent rot, wet earth, shit-stink burns my nose. Perfect. Light candles everywhere. Paint sigils on walls, floor, lockers—red ochre smears like blood cum. Laurie strips first, her pale ass glowing. I chew gum, snap selfies, ass popped for the story. Phone vibrates again: ‘Lighting up Insta live soon.’ Guys grope us light, cocks hard already. But we circle up naked. Chant the Latin crap we googled. Tension coils in my clit. No foreplay chit-chat. This is it—the thrill I’ve chased, choosing them with one swipe, now summoning real danger for the fuck.

The air rips. Cri like a rutting stag echoes. Door shakes. It bursts in—half-man, half-deer abomination. Massive antlers scrape ceiling, human hands, cock a throbbing veiny monster, twisted and huge. Eyes glow feral. I gasp, pussy floods instant. Guys freak, phones out filming. ‘Fuck yeah, do it!’ the black dude yells, bouncing dick-first. Laurie drops to all fours first, paint streaking her back. Beast grabs her hips, rams in savage. She screams—pain bliss mix, body jolts like electrocuted slut. Slap-slap of furred thighs on ass flesh. Cum-drip scent mixes with musk, overpowering my vanilla. I crawl close, tongue his ear-hole, salty fur, whispering ‘Fuck her raw, daddy beast.’ Hand strokes his hairy back, feels power pulse. My turn. He yanks me up, pins against locker. Legs wrap his waist, that deformed dick spears me open. Burns like hellfire, stretches to rip. ‘Yes, tear my cunt!’ I howl. Pounds merciless, antlers gouge wall. Guys chant ‘Breed the whore! Destroy her!’ One shoves phone in my face, captures my freckles twisted ecstasy, tits bouncing wild. Sweat pours, his breath hot beast-rot. Orgasms crash—wave after wave, squirting down his shaft. Laurie licks my clit mid-thrust, tongues duel. I claw his chest, blood smears mix paint. He roars, floods me hot demon seed, belly bloats. Pure animal high, better than any cock-chat promise.

The Approach

Cum leaks thighs as he turns. Guys panic now, but too late. Beast rips first one—skin peels like wet paper, screams gurgle. Blood sprays us, warm sticky bath. We film it all, laughing manic. He butchers them quick, hangs meat in lockers like those Urbex kids. Silence drops. I grab cigs, light up naked but for sneakers, pussy throbbing wrecked bliss. Laurie drags me topside. Dawn breaks. Spot daddy’s car, his passed-out bulk. Wake him—pants crusty cum-stain obvious. He saw, shot his load watching. ‘Won’t tell, papa?’ Laurie purrs. I saunter over, smoke curling, tits perky despite gore. ‘Keep quiet, and my ass plants your face.’ He nods mute. Drive off, strangers again. Phone dead silent now. Back to swiping.