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Club Fatale, Pt. 9
Date: 3/30/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Incest, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Torture, Author: nightscribe, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com
onto her side -- laid one fabulous leg over mine. Her perfect breasts heaved after our exertion. Smiling, she played with my chest hairs as she slid the leg up and down my body. Up and down. Up and down. Her eyes penetrated mine. “Umm, nice...” she cooed. Up and down her leg moved. She waited until my hand rested on her leg, then: “God, I’m thirsty!” she said. “Are you?” “Mmm,” I murmured. She leaned over and kissed my lips. “Stay here. I’ll get us something, baby.” She stood, paused for a moment -- silhouetted in the door -- then left. I stared at the dim light on the ceiling, then -- Silently, I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she prepared two drinks. She removed a vial from behind the wine rack and opened it. She dropped a few drops into the glass and then stoppered the vial. “A masterful role,” I said, from behind her, “I must admit.” Charlie jumped and spun. “Oh, god, Evan! You startled me!” She tried to hide it behind her back, but I reached down and tore the vial from her grasp. “Suspicion is a unique ally,” I said. “It makes one see clearly what would otherwise be hidden.” I tensed and Charlie spun, reaching for a carving knife. I grasped her by the hair and wrist, slammed her into the counter and fell to the floor on top of her. Twisting the knife from her tight grip, I punched her in the face: a stunning blow. I then reversed the knife and thrust it into her side. Charlie howled, penetrated by my blade. Wrenching it out, I hurled it across the ...