Masked Sins Novels & Stories

His voice came low, carrying both persuasion and a strange, dark tenderness: This mask will make you stronger…stronger in ways you cannot undo. There are paths we take from which there is no turning back—but sometimes, we must walk them to the end. Let the fear go. "Let me help you accept who you've become." Magda stood motionless, as if under a silent spell. Her breath quickened, her hands trembled. Around them, the room whispered of death—faint splashes of blood, the traces of a life extinguished. Malik moved closer, his presence dense, almost ritualistic. He kissed her, his actions carrying the same weight of supplication—as if planting within her the seed of a dark truth: that true power

Ready to be eliminated. A bullet to their heads isn’t a crime. It’s cleansing the world of monsters. It’s lifting the weight off my chest. The locket bites into my neck, filled with Harry’s ash. Aching for vengeance. Mad-Bishop might have killed him, but Dakor raped a priest, killed nuns, and innocent members of the clergy. Sodomy against the church is unforgivable. I twirl my blade, knees straining as I rise. “...You were saying?”

My finger hovered over the call button , my dads number on the screen. I was hesitating , I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror that was in my room and at the bruises on my thighs evident finger marks. Then if I move my leg slightly to show my inner thigh a bite mark. Looking up my body I see more bite marks and hickeys. How would I explain those ? “ Dad the leader of the sinners has been stalking me and wants me to let him into fbi confidential information , but its ok I didn’t give him that I just let him have my body instead “

But as the men began to disperse, a new figure stepped out of the shadows. He wore a pure black mask with no silver accents. Taller than the others. More commanding. He removed the mask slowly. It was Damien Sinclair. He looked at me, then at Elias, his expression unreadable. “So,” Damien said coldly, “you were the puppet master all along, Professor.” Elias smiled. “And you were just another player in my game.” Damien’s eyes moved to me, lying there covered in cum, smiling blissfully. He extended his hand.

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. Lena The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

I don’t bother waiting for the car to warm up before my foot presses down on the gas pedal, lurching my car forward. I try not to look at the person watching me from across the lot, but curiosity gets the better of me. As I’m about to turn out of the exit lane and onto the main road, I catch sight of the mask covering his face, my blood running cold. The base of the mask is black with dark red crosses over the eyes and what appears to be stitching over the mouth, set into a wide, menacing grin. Even as I speed out of the parking lot, my tires screeching as I go, I still feel his eyes piercing through my skin, my soul. Exhaling a shaky breath, I glance in the rearview mirror to see he’s still

It was quiet and peaceful, opposite from what was going inside me. Kimberly was naked ,laid on her back ,the only thing that was covering her was a thin sheet from the lower back till her feet. Her skin was as white as snow and the only colour left on her body were the marks of strikes, deep red and brown colour lines left a cruel decoration on her back. Each line didn't just left a scar on her back but also her soul.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.