The Maze

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Scout was over the moon upon receiving an invitation to her first-ever Halloween party. What made it better was her best friend, Gainer, was hosting. Which was both great and unusual because he'd never thrown a party before.

Their friendship had been forged over the years, ever since they were in fourth grade. Scout had been the sole force that seemed capable of calming Gainer's disruptive behavior, which resulted in her being sat beside him in every class ever since. Gainer was an odd boy, often at odds with the unspoken rules of social norms, and his unsettling temperament made him an outcast among their classmates. Scout, however, never paid much attention to his behaviors and found befriending him easy.

A learning disability kept Gainer back three years, giving him an advantage over the rest of the students. Puberty granted him a physical stature that loomed over the rest of the students-- older, stronger, more intimidating. Gainer took a strange pleasure in demonstrating his physical dominance over Scout, hoisting her into the air, carrying her over his broad shoulders, and holding her wrists so tightly nothing could break his grip.

A lot of the other girls in their class found the situation unsettling. They often expressed concern for Scout's well-being, but she brushed them off. Gainer was her best friend. What he was doing was nothing more than a game, and he would never hurt her on purpose. Besides, if she were honest, she liked it.

When she arrived at the party, Scout noticed she was the only one who showed up. No laughter or chatter from other kids, only the empty night and a staticky radio playing old Halloween music. Around the back, Scout ran into a woman she realized was Gainer's mom dressed in a witch costume. When Scout talked to her, his mom pointed to the barn near the cornfield.

Heading that way, Scout passed a corn maze that seemed to stretch out forever. Her pace slowed for a moment as curiosity began to take hold. She'd always wanted to go into one of these mazes. Maybe once she found Gainer, they could go inside together. At least then, they could both have a little fun tonight.

Refocusing on her original goal, Scout hurried to the barn, only to be met with an unnerving sight. Gainer was perched on a stool, a menacingly large knife in his hand, slicing apples. His costume was an homage to rural horror: muddy, bloodstained overalls, and an equally gory pig mask. Resting beside him was a rusty, realistic-looking chainsaw.

"Hey, Gainer," Scout called out tentatively, inching closer. "Cool costume."

The vacant eyes of the pig mask shifted towards her, and Gainer's voice, slow and haunting, muffled through, "Hey, Scout. I like your costume too."

A surge of heat flooded Scout's face. Her gaze dropped, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of the faux chainlink skirt on her lady knight costume. She had spent months working out the details of her costume; from the armor, to the tabard, to the chainmail, and even the faux leather boots she was wearing. Getting a compliment from Gainer came as a victory, in her opinion. Whether he knew it or not, Scout had a massive crush on him.

She couldn't help but admire the dangerous appeal of his costume. Every detail sold the deranged serial killer look. Especially the dirt-streaked width of his heavy arms. Gainer was not a fit teen, but even his enemies knew sturdy muscles hid beneath the fat. She was impressed when he explained how he took a real chainsaw and replaced the blade with an empty chain. He wanted the realism of a chainsaw to improve his costume.

"Are... other people coming?" she asked, curious to see how the night would play out.

Gainer's head swung side to side. "Nah, Scout. It's just you," he drawled, the words slow and careful. "Wanted it to be a special night for us."

"Just me?" The words slipped from her lips with flattered surprise. Excitement fluttered like butterflies in her stomach.

"Yeah," he continued, his drawl stretching the word out into eternity. "Thought we could have ourselves a little... fun." With a deliberate motion, he drove the knife into the stool, the sound of metal piercing wood echoing in the empty barn. He leaned his bulk against his thighs, painting a picture of a predator eyeing his prey.

A tremor of vulnerability ran through her, her knight costume feeling like a joke in the face of his raw power. Her heart pounded relentlessly, yet she managed to smile, "Sure, dude, we can do whatever you have planned," she offered, her words coming out more shaky than she'd intended.

"Corn maze," Gainer stated, his voice flat, almost dead. "I rented it out for you. Since you never been in one. I want to run you through it."

She smiled, a reflex of her crush on him and oblivious to the growing shadows. He did all this for her? "I think it's getting too dark for the maze," she said, her gaze flicking to the encroaching darkness beyond the barn.

He rose, a hulking figure moving with unnerving purpose. Gainer's hand found the switch, and with a click that echoed like a gunshot, the field was ablaze with light. Scout's breath caught as she saw the lights casting an otherworldly glow over the maze.

Gainer's voice brought her back. "We'll play a game," he proposed, his tone hollow. He hefted the chainsaw, its presence in his hand as casual as if it were a farmer's tool, not an instrument of death. "You run through the maze, try to get out. I'll be right behind you, hunting you like one of them killers in the movies. If I catch you..." He let the sentence hang, the implication as clear as the night.

An inexplicable shiver of excitement coursed down Scout's spine, the danger mingling with her attraction to Gainer. She cleared her throat, nodding, "Sounds good. Great way to celebrate the night. What if I make it out?"

With a casual heft of his shoulders, Gainer's indifferent response was, "You get to keep breathin', I guess." He motioned toward the maze with the chainsaw. Taking hold of the rip cord, he said, "Now go on, get in there, Miss Knight. I'll give you to the count of ten, then the hunt is on. One..."

Scout plunged into the maze, disappearing into the dark passages. Her long hair streamed behind her like a comet; her pulse keeping time with the frantic beat of her heart. A chilling squeal, like an enraged pig being slaughtered, cut through the silence, pushing her into a sprint. She hadn't expected that, but damn Gainer was good at setting the mood.

A patchwork of light and shadow stretched across the maze. The distance hum of the chainsaw grew closer. Cornstalks rustled with wicked intent, alerting her that Gainer was not sticking to the paths as he bulldozed through the field. It felt like cheating, but if he was playing the killer, then the rules of the maze had to be bent.

Scout's heart pounded with the adrenaline of the chase, a curious blend of fear and desire swirling inside her. The idea that Gainer was pursuing her gave an intoxicating edge to the fear-- part of her was eager to be caught, though she didn't quite understand why.

Another guttural squeal tore through the air, a sign that Gainer was close. Scout's breath caught as she searched the darkness for a place to hide. The stalks offered up no obvious hiding places. The sound of footsteps forced her to make a decision. With little time to spare, she slipped into a shadowy recess of the maze, held her breath, and waited.

Within seconds, Gainer's large frame rushed past her hiding spot. Her breaths were hushed, careful as she counted the seconds until she was certain he was gone. Once she was sure he was gone, she bolted from her cover and followed the path.

The maze continued to sprawl before her. She rushed through the corridors, each turn a chance at either making it out or getting more lost. Her lungs burned with the effort until she was forced to stop. Shadows plunged her into darkness. Above her, a windmill groaned in the evening breeze, its silhouette casting an ominous shadow against the night sky.

Exhausted, Scout leaned against the creaking windmill, straining for any sign of movement. But there was only the eerie silence of night and the windmill. The absence of sound was more unsettling than any noise would have been. She wondered if she should call out her Gainer, though any noise on her part would give away her position.

Before Scout could think more about what to do, the snap of a twig made her start. Whirling around, her heart lurching in her throat as a looming figure stepped out of the stalks. Recognition hit her like a brick wall-- a moment too late-- as she realized it was Gainer, standing like a wraith, the chainsaw idle at his side, pig mask made even more terrifying by the inky shadows cast by the moon.

Scout took a deep breath and grinned. "Got me. You win, I'm dead."

Instead of a victorious response from Gainer, there was only deafening silence. He lowered the chainsaw and advanced towards her with deliberate steps. As he drew closer, the glint of a sharp object caught her eye, sending panic rocketing through her body. Scout found herself overpowered, Gainer's massive frame crushing her beneath him, his hands clamping her wrists above her head in a vice-like grip.

She struggled against the tape binding her wrists, but they held her securely to the rusted windmill. When she tried to scream, another piece of tape smothered her cries. Panic gripped her chest as she realized Gainer's true intentions. The sharp edge of his pocket knife glinted in the moonlight as he traced it along her stomach. This wasn't just a fun Halloween game anymore; he was going to kill her!

Scout squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the pain of the knife cutting through her skin. Instead, she felt a cool, sharp edge cut through the layers of her costume, exposing her bare skin underneath. Gainer's hands moved with precision as he pushed aside each layer, revealing more of Scout's body.

The empty eye sockets of the pig mask roamed over her exposed flesh as his fingers traced the contours of her body. In a detached tone, Gainer said, "Got to admit, you outdid what I had in my head. That little trick you pulled, hidin' from me... real clever, Scout."

The flat side of the blade teased her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden in response. The icy metal pressed against the hollows of her neck and the soft curve of her belly. Despite herself, Scout couldn't help but shiver at his touch. Even though she knew it was wrong, there was a twisted fascination in Gainer's exploration of her body.

"Did you like the chase?" His low voice taunted her as he traced the blade against her skin. "I know I did. Been looking forward to it for a long time."

Despite her fear, Scout couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her at his touch. She swallowed hard and managed to nod, admitting that, yes, she had enjoyed the chase and was beginning to enjoy being caught by Gainer. But now that she was caught, she couldn't help but wonder what Gainer had planned for her.

Gainer lifted the knife from her belly. He moved closer, kneeling between her trembling legs, and slowly lifted her skirt to reveal her most vulnerable spot. The emotionless mask was focused as he traced the butt end of the knife along her covered slit. Scout's body quivered with a mixture of fear and excitement. She had never been touched there before, and the cold metal sent shivers down her spine.

"That eager, huh? You like that?" His voice was low and menacing as he pressed the cold steel against her skin, slowly cutting away at her panties until they lay in shreds on the ground. She whimpered as he trailed the sharp tip across her lips and down to her exposed bottom.

In one swift motion, he flipped the knife and plunged it inside her, causing Scout to gasp in shock. The unfamiliar sensation of something penetrating her for the first time made her squirm under his grip.

Gainer's cruel laughter echoed around them as he taunted her. "You're nothin' but a little slut. If I'd known how easy you were, I'd've made you my bitch a long time ago."

There was no escape for Scout as Gainer mercilessly thrust the handle of the knife inside her. She fought against her restraints but was helpless under his brute strength.

"You was always nice to me at school," he growled, his voice dripping with predatory delight. "All sweet and cute, never knowin' what I wanted from you. I gave you all the hints, showed you how strong I was, how I could control your every move, but you never ran. And now look where we are." He pressed the handle against her sensitive inner walls, causing her to cry out. "I know this is what you wanted all along."

Scout lay bound and helpless on the unforgiving ground. There was nothing she could do except writhe while he brought her to the brink with the handle of a knife. His malicious laughter echoed in her ears as she struggled against the binds, feeling a strange mix of fear and arousal. She knew she was completely at his mercy, and it terrified her. But deep down, a twisted part of her was enjoying this game, despite the danger and humiliation.

A grimy hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer to him. She winced as the rough metal handle prodded at her most sensitive areas while he muttered insults under his breath. But then something shifted inside her. Her body reacted on its own, arching and convulsing with pleasure. She gasped as waves of hot energy coursed through her, making her insides clench on the handle that was still lodged inside her. The metal felt cold and unyielding, but it only added to the intense sensation flooding her body. Unable to help herself, she moaned loudly.

Just as quickly as it began, the handle was gone, followed by the tape being ripped off her mouth. Scout gasped and whimpered in pain, shaking her head to clear her mind. As she opened her eyes, she saw Gainer standing over her, his overalls gone and his rock-hard cock glistening with precum.

"Tell me you don't want it," he demanded, lust dripping from every word as he spread her legs wide. "Beg me not to hurt you. That you don't want my fat cock in your tight little cunt."

Still reeling from her first orgasm, it took her a moment to register his words. But as she saw him lining up the head of his throbbing member with her slick entrance, she shook her head frantically. "No. I don't want it!"

"Yeah, just like that," he growled, pushing inside her without warning. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as he stretched her beyond what she thought was possible. "Cry and tell me it hurts."

The tears that streamed down her face were real, mixing with the sweat and slickness from their bodies. The pleasure and pain mingled together as his powerful thrusts rocked her body, making her pussy throb and ache in equal measure.

"Please... stop..." she begged, unable to resist the sensation taking over her body.

The tears that came were real. It had hurt. Her pussy was throbbing with the force of his entry, but it felt so damn good at the same time. "Take it out, Gainer! It hurts!"

The older boy's curses filled the air as he plunged himself deeper inside her, his massive frame crushing her into the dirt and robbing her of breath. She was a jumble of conflicting emotions-- fear, arousal, pain, pleasure-- all swirling together in a dizzying cocktail that left no room for rational thought.

Despite her pleas for him to stop, Scout found herself no longer wanting him to. The more savage and brutal he was with her, the more she craved his unyielding dominance over her.

Suddenly, her binds had been cut and she was roughly flipped onto her stomach. He kept her pinned down by yanking on her hair with a vice-like grip as he took her from behind. Her screams of agony and ecstasy blended with Gainer's guttural grunts and feral growls. In a moment of animalistic abandon, he released a primal pig squeal that jolted her into another mind-shattering orgasm.

"You nasty cocksleeve!" he snarled through gritted teeth. The sound of his hips slapping wetly against her thighs echoed through the maze as he mercilessly pounded into her. "Did that make you come?" He twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her closer to him. "Can't play innocent now, Scout. Your body knows it was made for one thing: to be fucked like the slut you are!"

"I- I'm not-" Scout whimpered weakly, but her protests were quickly silenced as he forced himself deeper inside her.

Gainer pressed his body against her, grinding his hips against her with savage force. "You can't lie to me, Scout," he snarled. "You stopped fightin' back a long time ago. Only a filthy slut would let her friend rape her."

"Please... stop..." Scout gasped for air, struggling to break free from his grasp.

But, Gainer only tightened his grip on her and sneered. "You're gonna let me cum in your pussy. You're gonna let me use you however I fucking want. And you're gonna thank me every damn time. Got it?"

His hand gripped her jaw with bruising force, twisting her face towards him. Scout's throat constricted, making it impossible for her to speak as she weakly nodded in submission. In a swift motion, Gainer released her hair and pulled the pig mask from his head, revealing his round face and piercing blue eyes. His gaze burned into hers with frenzied lust and dominance.

Scout's body trembled as he forced her to meet his gaze while he thrust into her relentlessly. He drove into her with savage ferocity, grunting in satisfaction at her gasps and moans. His slicked-back blond hair hung around his face like a wild mane, adding to his mad, disheveled appearance. Not even the release of his orgasm could slow down the relentless pistoning of his hips. Each thrust pumped hot, sticky cum inside her, churning it into a messy froth that pooled beneath her.

Scout's mind went blank from the overwhelming sensations, lost in a haze of unbelievable pleasure. He fucked her through multiple orgasms until she was reduced to a writhing bundle of nerves for him to use as he pleased. Somewhere in the middle, she may have passed out, but when she came to, Gainer was still inside her. This time, his pace was slow and deliberate, each movement pressing his body against hers with crushing possessiveness.

He noticed she was awake and forced her face to meet his once again, pressing his fingers into her jaw with enough force to open her mouth. With a growl of domination, he spat into her open mouth before shoving his tongue down her throat to claim every inch of her being. Despite herself, Scout couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he ravaged her mouth without mercy.

Gainer slowly eased out of Scout and helped her sit up. Her limbs quivered, her eyes unfocused. He wrapped his strong arms around her trembling body, pulling her close. She leaned heavily against him, the fight gone from her.

"Hey," he murmured, gently sweeping strands of hair away from her face. "You still with me?"

Scout's eyes gradually focused on his face as she gave a tiny nod.

"Was that... too much?" Concern creased his brow.

Scout took a moment to gather herself. Part of her was shocked at what had just happened, but a deeper part felt an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction and contentment.

"No," she whispered with a faint smile. "I'm okay.

Relief washed over Gainer's face and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I wouldn't actually hurt you," he assured her. "You know that right? I was just sayin' stuff. Like in the videos."

Scout nodded weakly. "I know." After a brief hesitation, she said, "We should probably... get cleaned up. Before your mom starts to look for us."

Gainer chuckled, then stood and extended a hand. "Yeah, you're right."

He helped her to her feet and guided her thrugh the maze back to the barn. There was a pump behind the building that Gainer used to fill a bucket with water. He offered her the bucket and looked embarrassed when he noticed her inspecting the remains of her costume.