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Once again, woken up in sweat, practically sweating bullets in the dead of night, a quite large bulge through his black boxers that feel tighter than they usually do, Randy Meeks had yet another wet dream of Sidney Prescott, his dream girl. Sidney was perfect, beautiful eyes he could stare into, kissable lips, a good toned body, and definitely some features that he would go feral over.

Downfall of Sidney, was that she had a boyfriend, Billy Loomis, a homo repressed wannabe tough guy. Everyone was sure that there’s just something.. more sensual in Stu Macher and Billy Loomis ‘friendship’, but that thought was brushed off as Randy needed to get rid of his quite big problem.

He sat up, his hand shaking slightly as he slid down his boxers, without a single touch there was already pre-cum leaking out his slit. His thumb softly pressed against his slit, a soft yet sharp moan escaping through his lips, his body shivered, as he wished that the hand touching him like this was Sidney. Rubbing at it, giving his dick the attention it’s been craving for days already, his tip twitching.

Stroking from the base up to the tip in a slow rhythmic motion, being followed up by small whines and groans as he thinks about Sidney in such a lewd state. Her usually tamed straight hair, pictured in a messy, teased, distressed look, her usually covering body fully exposed for his eyes to see, only thing covering her body were tights that were torn open at the middle alongside her panties and a pair of Navy blue heels, and as these thoughts continued to grow more rapidly and more untamed, so did his pace.

He was never one for constantly masturbating, these thoughts never occurred as much as they are now, ever since that night with Sidney.

It was a party at Stu Macher’s house, except it was just for the friend group sixth year of being together, Stu slow dancing with Tatum in the middle of the kitchen, Billy was throwing up in the bathroom after drinking the most alcohol than Stu which amazed everyone, and which left Sidney and Randy alone with each other, drunk. 

Sidney and Randy acting like a bunch of idiots were joking around, hitting and small bits of flirting here and there, until Randy leaned in for a kiss. “Fuck.. I’m sorry Sid.. I didn’t mean to, I really am.” Randy apologized, he was ready to leave her alone, as he stood up from the couch Sidney suddenly tugged on his arm, pulling him back down to where he was sitting. Kissing him passionately wasn’t something sober Sidney would do, she’d get defensive and stand her ground, protesting she would never cheat on Billy, but earlier that day, her and Billy had fought for some stupid reason. This was her payback to him.

Randy’s strokes become worse, unable to control the movement, like he chasing for his orgasm, throaty moans escaping as he tries to keep quiet from waking up his sister or mom, and as he keeps remembering the memory, he becomes more ragged.

Randy finally scored, his fingers thrusting inside, making her feel satisfied while trying to hide that he was practically finger fucking Billy’s girlfriend, her lips shut tight as small whines are muffled. His boxers already with a wet spot from the quick makeout session they had, staring into her hazel eyes.

Whines and moans echo throughout the room, pushing his head back into the pillows as he chased his orgasm, his right had clamping over his mouth to keep quiet, his legs trembling as he was at his peak.

Randy felt the gush of wetness pour out onto his fingers, he came in his boxers once more just from hearing Sidney moan into his ear as she orgasmed, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, having feeling this sort of satisfaction in a long time already, and Randy was glad he gave it to her.

”Hah.. fuck! Oh god Sidney..” Randy moaned, feeling a hot sticky mess on his hand and thighs, kicking the boxers straight off as they already needed a wash, grabbing the tissue box next to his bed and cleaning himself the best he can before putting on a new pair boxers and heading into the hallway to go to the bathroom to get fully clean. Opening his door and walking into the hallway, Mindy, his sister, peeked out from her doorway, clearing her throat to catch his attention.

”Randy! Will you quiet down? Some people are trying to sleep!” Mindy whispered loudly, scolding him before shutting her door. ”Oh Sid..” Randy whispered under his breath before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

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Spending yet another night at the bar, expecting to meet new friends, maybe a person you can find same interests in, or at least chat with. But nothing happens, you just sit alone and drink away your feelings at the bar, but throughout the whole night, you feel a pair of eyes following your every move. As the night crept in and you walked out of the now closing bar, you noticed a faint figure from across the street, but you didn't even bother. Drunk, lonely when you're supposed to be living your best life, and single, how depressing is that? Stumbling with each step back to the bus stop to head back home, and as you almost make it there, you feel a slight pain within your ribcage, and then everything turned black.

As you've awakened from the cold sting from the pole that restrained your wrists, clothes torn and thrown into the corner, you hear footsteps coming from the other side of the room as you try to accommodate to the room that you are now trapped in. Seeing a 5'9 chubby man approaching you, dark skinned, slightly greasy brown curly hair, you hear a dark chuckle from the man standing in front of you, and you can't suppress the current emotions you're fighting within. "Oh, sweetie, look at you struggle.." He mocks, his noticeable German accent with such intense desire, sending shivers down your spine, as he gripped tightly onto a knife. As you glare at the knife handle, noticing a name carved in the handle—Strade. "Please, I don't know what you want from me, please just let me go..!" You plead, struggling with the restraints on your wrists and even around your ankles, you now realize that the only covering your body was your bra and panties/boxers, and all he does is laugh, though. All you're doing is fueling his sick desire more with the pleading and fear that shines in your eyes.

He only creeps closer, but you realize that the knife has been released from his hand, making a loud clunk down onto the floor, his hand now reaching for the buckle of his pants. Everything is still a blur to you as you try to let everything happening settle into your mind, and as you know it, you regain consciousness, and you see Strade in front in his boxers.

"What are you gonna to do..?" You asked, your voice frightened, as his hand crept into his boxers, a small groan leaves his lips. You look down at yourself once more to notice all of the new scars and bruises you have upon your skin, and realization hits you hard: you're only being used for his sadistic pleasures. You can't help but feel yourself feel a bit pleasured by this, as pre-cum/wetness starts to settle within your underwear, his hand only starts moving faster as his breathing gets worse. Your thighs are rubbing against each other, just to seek some sort of friction, as small whines and moans leave your throat, no way to stop them from escaping. All Strade does is laugh and pants, "Desperate one, hm?" His voice laced with a deep desire for sadism and pure horniness. His strokes are getting faster and untamed, as you do anything to feel the same satisfaction he is probably experiencing, squirming around as he steps closer, his raging hard erection in front of you now, his eyes fluttering shut and movements becoming erratic like an animal. 

"Oh my.." Strade mutters, as a throaty moan escapes, and a white sticky mess explodes onto your face, even feeling a sense of release within your underwear, your face is hot with his cum and your own satisfaction, it takes both of you to calm down from your highs. A couple of minutes pass by before Strade cups your face. Licking his own semen off your face, deep throaty groans as each licks become longer than the last. You can appreciate it after all, just as long as he doesn't plan on cutting you up the next second.