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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

looked at her -- turned her head this way and that. It was time for some serious fun, I thought. Hefting her into my arms, I headed to the bathroom. From the balcony above, Devon watched me like a silent sentinel. I paused for a moment to stare up at her. As always, she was nude, proud breasts bared to the world. “You’re loyal to me, aren’t you, Devon?” I said, after a moment. She looked at me, resigned but earnest. “Yes, master, I am... to the death...” I pointed. “Retrieve the knife, my love.” As she moved to comply, I carried Charlie to the bathroom. Searching through the medicine cabinet, I found some first aid tape and bound Charlie’s wrists and ankles with it. I shoved a wad of medical gauze into her mouth and wrapped the tape around her head a dozen times. Then I ran the water in the bathtub. Devon entered; stepped up beside me. She set the bloody knife on the counter. “You will do everything I order you to, won’t you, Devon?” I asked, and stared at her hard. “Yes,” she said, almost too low to hear. I reached down and pulled Charlie up by her long brown hair. I tossed her into the tub. Immediately, she roused, shook her head to clear it and winced in pain at her side. Her eyes blinked and focused on me. I picked up the knife. “You tried to murder me at the Commodore’s behest.” She shook her head, vigorously, back and forth, making protesting sounds deep in her pretty throat. I looked to Devon, standing stock still. “I told you once what the penalty would be for spying ... upon me, didn’t I, Devon?” Devon was speechless, heart thumping, face white as a ghost. “Tell her,” I ordered. “Fuck my eyes...” Devon managed, voice cracking. “What was that, my sweet?” Devon licked her lips, suddenly short of breath, and panted: “ You said you’d cut out my eyes and fuck my brains through my skull.. .” The girl went as white as Devon, head shaking back and forth in disbelief. “Get in, Devon,” I said. “Get behind her and hold her.” The older brunette looked like she was going to pass out, but, to my surprise, did as ordered without complaint. I stepped into the tub as well, gripped Charlie’s head firmly and started. There was a mighty struggle, a full-throated scream muffled by the improvised gag, and then I held a wet sphere in my hand. I dropped it into the water behind me. PLOP. My cock hardened as I went back for the second. I braced myself against the struggle. It came out just as easily. I rubbed the bloody orb up and down my cock, wetting myself in preparation for the coming intrusion, smearing bright blood over my already engorged manhood. I dropped it over my shoulder to join its twin. PLOP. My blood raged and hissed, pounding through my veins. My cock was a piece of iron, I was so aroused. I shivered. “Now, hold her, my sweet,” I whispered to Devon, as I thrust inside Charlie. I was close to Devon, staring into her horrified eyes. I squeezed her tits as I fucked. Kissed her mouth. Whispered into her face -- into her soul. We shared breaths as I went ...