TRIGGER WARNING: There are elements of dubious consent and non-con/rape in this work of fiction. Read at your own risk.

Finishing the last of her essay, Sidney Prescott stretched her arms out and winced when she heard several pops. Saving it, she shut down for the night before rising from her computer chair and heading downstairs for a glass of water.

As she went, she thought she heard another set of footsteps echo throughout the empty house. Stopping, she looked around. She knew that her father wasn't home; he had gone on a business trip, so it was only her. When she didn't hear anything else, she dismissed the noise and proceeded to the kitchen.

Filling her glass up with water from the faucet, Sidney walked upstairs to her room. She had just set her glass down on the nightstand beside her bed when a gloved hand covered her mouth and threw her, stomach first, onto her mattress.

Eyes widening, Sidney began to struggle beneath her assailant's grip, screaming through his hand.

"Shut up," a smooth voice purred into her ear, and then the cold steel of a blade was pressed gently against her side.

She froze when she felt that, quickly becoming still and silent beneath his grasp.

"Good girl," the blade was removed and her mouth was uncovered, the hand relocating to her neck.

"W-Who are you? What do you w-want from m-me?" Sidney asked, trembling.

"You can call me Ghostface, Sidney. And I want you."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No, sweetheart," Ghostface's gloved hand slipped below her neck and down to her chest, gently gripping her breast. Despite herself, she shuddered at the touch.

"Please don't," Sidney whimpered.

"And why not?" The intruder questioned, lightly massaging her breast.

"I'm a virgin and I don't…" an involuntary moan slipped past her lips when Ghostface's fingertip circled her covered nipple.

"Don't what, baby?"

"I…I don't want my first time to be with someone I don't know," she whispered, shame flooding her body as she felt her nipple harden under this stranger's ministrations.

"Hmm, well that's strange. Your body seems to be enjoying this. What if I…" he ceased the stimulation on her nipple, making her sigh in both relief and disappointment. Her breathing hitched again when she felt the cool leather slide the hem of her nightdress up over her head, exposing her naked form.

"No," she protested as his hand found a new place. "Please not there!"

Ghostface laughed and cupped her now bare pussy in his hand. "Where don't you want me to touch?" He asked, fingers rubbing against her most sacred part. "Here?"

Sidney bit her lip, tears filling her eyes. He was touching her. This man was touching her in the place that only her boyfriend could access.

"Or how about here?" Those very fingers opened her intimate flesh and began circling her clit.

Sidney's hips bucked and her pussy dampened, the stimulation to her clit causing pleasurable shocks to travel up and down her spine.

"Please, I don't want this, my boyfriend—" she cut herself off with a loud gasp when her clit was given a light spank.

"Tell me…has your boyfriend ever eaten you out?"

Sidney's eyes widened. "W-What?" She squeaked.

Ghostface slid his finger into her, working it in and out. "Has he eaten you out?" He repeated.

Her head began swimming with the pleasure that his finger was giving her. 'No,' she thought. 'No, I can't be enjoying this.'

The masked, hooded stranger slid his finger deeper. "Come on, beautiful, it's a yes or no question. Has your boyfriend ever licked this sweet pussy? Sucked your clit into his mouth? Made you cum all over his face?" He added a few more fingers, stretching her out as his pace grew faster.

"Y-Yes," Sidney whispered.

The fingers plunged just a bit deeper. "What was that?"

"Yes, he has!"

"Dirty little girl," Ghostface cooed, withdrawing his fingers, an action that made Sidney whine. That whine turned into a yelp when he lifted her hips so her ass was in the air.

"You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart. Nice and pink and so, so wet," he said, opening her up a bit. He licked his lips beneath his mask when he noticed her folds pulsing around nothing.

"I think I'm going to have a taste."

Sidney's eyes were lidded as he was touching her only to widen again at his words. "No," she protested.

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't really have a choice in this. I will lick your pussy, you will cum for me, and you will keep your face buried in your mattress so you won't see mine."

It was embarrassing how wet she got in reply to his demands, but she lowered her face into the mattress, knowing that he had that knife somewhere close by.

Sidney heard rustling and knew that he was taking off his mask. She wanted to look back to see who was behind her, but resisted the urge; so far, he didn't want to kill her, but that could change if she discovered his identity.

Then she felt his tongue slide through her folds to her clit and her mind went blank. A moan slipped from her mouth before she could stop it and she buried her face deeper into her covers to hide the blush that followed.

Her assailant's tongue teasingly moved up and down against her flesh, the tip of it stroking softly against her aching clit. She whimpered in response, pleasure making her thighs tremble and her back arch.

'It feels so good,' she thought, breathing deeply.

Ghostface thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, earning him a loud moan. His hands tightly gripped her hips, pulling her back to reach even further. He was ravenous, devouring her with an intensity that made her realize that it wouldn't take long for her to cum. His movements were precise as he hit every sensitive spot. Moans spilled from her lips, growing louder and louder. When his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked hard, Sidney came with a scream.

While she rode out her high, the man behind her concealed his face with his mask and chuckled. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked.

"Only because I was picturing my boyfriend," Sid managed to quip through pants.

This time he laughed. It was a deep, dark, husky laugh, and the sound made her shiver. She felt the bed shift as he adjusted his position and gripped her hips again, the cool leather a relief on her overheated skin.

"Well, then, maybe you'll picture him again."

Whatever confusion she felt at those words instantly disappeared when she felt something hard pressing against her pussy.

"No!" Sidney cried, snapping out of her orgasmic haze. "No, not there! I don't want anyone but my boyfriend there! Please, you already fingered me and then licked me! Why do you want that, too?"

"Because…beautiful, sweet, innocent Sidney…I've wanted you for a long time."

A scream of pain ripped its way out of her throat when his cock thrusted into her, breaking her hymen. Tears streamed down her face and onto the bed as she felt blood trickle down her thigh. It felt like her insides were being torn out.

'I'm sorry, Billy,' she mournfully thought.

Sidney assumed that Ghostface would just instantly start pounding into her after taking her virginity, but he didn't. Instead, she felt one of his hands stroke up her back. It felt soothing, gentle, like he was comforting her. He even stopped, waiting for her to adjust.

"Are you okay?" He sounded…concerned?

"What do you care?" She choked out.

"Because I want you to enjoy this, Sidney."

Sidney. It wasn't the first time he used her name instead of some little term of endearment, but it felt different. It sounded more sincere compared to earlier in the night.

She felt even more confused by that, but strangely enough, it felt nice. He just took something valuable away from her, something she couldn't get back, and she was still in so much pain, but he wasn't doing anything to further injure her.

They were still for awhile and at any moment, she was convinced that he was going to get impatient with her and start fucking her, but he never did. It was only when she felt the pain fade did she reluctantly speak, "You can move now…if you want."

"Are you sure?"

Sidney almost smiled at the tender, worried tone he was using. It reminded her of Billy's. "Yes," she whispered.

She winced at the slight sting as he pulled out. In seconds, though, he was plunging back into her, inciting another cry—this time of pleasure—from the girl.

"You're so fucking tight," Ghostface groaned, beginning to pound into her.

Sidney couldn't contain herself. She was moaning loudly as he repeatedly filled her with his cock.

"Do you like that?" He asked.

She couldn't answer. The pleasure was making her head swim.

"I said," Ghostface delivered a firm slap to her ass. "Do you like that?"

"Yes!" Sidney cried out.

Another chuckle came from the man behind her. She felt him shift, moving her so she was flat on her stomach. The angle caused his cock to sink deeper into her pussy, and she tightened around him in response. "Fuck!" He growled, rolling his hips into her.

Earlier, when she had been writing her paper, Sidney didn't think that she was going to do more than finish her assignment and then go to bed, but here she was, being fucked within an inch of her life by a stranger wearing a Father Death costume. The logical part of her mind acknowledged that this was technically rape, that he was forcing himself on her no matter how her body reacted. That part of her mind hated it, hated her rapist, and especially hated herself for being so responsive.

But the other part…the emotional part…couldn't deny that being pinned down like this and being forced to take something so big sent thrills through her blood. That part of her found that she loved having her formerly virgin body be defiled in such a way, her insides rearranging to accommodate the intruder. It was so raw and primal and dirty and it woke something in her, something that made her just want to spread her legs for her boyfriend the next time she sees him and have him take her over and over again.

"Oh my God!" She screamed when she felt him hit that special spot, the spot that Tatum told her would make her toes curl and her eyes roll into the back of her head. And that was exactly what it did.

"That's it, baby," Ghostface purred into her ear, his voice becoming strained, the tight warmth bringing him closer to the edge. "Take my cock like the dirty little girl you are."

"Please…fuck me harder, I need to…"

"Need to what?"

"I—" she yelped when another blow came down onto her ass.

"Use your words, Princess. What. Do. You. Need?" Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust into her pussy, the head kissing the entrance to her womb.

"I need to cum!" Sidney wailed.

"Then cum, baby girl. Cum for Daddy."

That was it. Sidney arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching so tight around him it was physically impossible for him to pull out. It was as if her body recognized his somehow and was refusing to let him go. She came hard, the intensity of it making her whole body shake.

Ghostface moved his hands to wrap around her waist, pulling her as close to his chest as humanly possible. His hips stilled as he fell over the edge, a torrent of cum rushing in and filling up her womb.

Sidney moaned softly at the feeling, her body accepting everything that he was giving her, milking him for all he was worth. Distantly she was reminded that there was no condom, no birth control…absolutely no form of protection whatsoever on either of them. Her womb was vulnerable, unprotected, and there this stranger was…pumping every bit of his fluid into it…

He stayed buried inside her like that for a while, just holding her with his arms around her waist, near her stomach. After a few more minutes, he slowly pulled out, a low sucking noise accompanying him from the sheer amount of their combined juices.

Sidney collapsed onto her bed. Her body felt boneless and sore, her abused pussy filled to the point of overflow. She was freshly fucked like a whore, but as Ghostface gently caressed her back again and covered her with a nearby blanket, she didn't feel like one. She felt…loved. As she fell asleep, she heard his voice whisper to her: "Goodnight, Sid."

#

Walking out of Sidney's house, Ghostface moved to the car parked in the dark and got in, pulling off his mask once he was settled.

"How did it go?" His accomplice questioned him, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Perfect," Billy Loomis answered, a soft look in his eyes.

"This wasn't a ploy, right? You didn't just fuck her to prove that she was a whore like her mom?"

Billy's head whipped to glare darkly at the boy beside him. "Don't you ever call Sid a whore, Macher," he growled protectively. "She is nothing like her. She pictured me the entire time, she didn't want me to take her virginity because she was saving it for me. I didn't fuck her because I think she's a whore. It was rough, but I made love to her because she's it for me. Sidney Prescott is the love of my life and tonight proved what I already knew."

"What's that?" Stu asked curiously.

Billy smiled, his eyes glowing with excitement as he thought about their lack of protection and how full her womb was when he left. "She's going to be a better mother than hers ever was."