From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman)
Subject: bob carol jack jill 3/11
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Bob and Carol and Jack and Jill prt 3.
Jill, now nude, settled herself on the ancient sofa that was the hidden
room's only
furniture, and watched her guests through the two-way mirror. It had taken
her only a few
minutes after showing them to their room to make her way, through the
doorway
concealed in the back of the great oak chest in her brother;s room, down
the long dark
passageway to this room, but by the time she arrived they were already
fucking.
Carol was on the bed on all fours, still wearing the blouse and
jacket, her shapely
ass rocked by the impact of Bob's thrusting hips as he pounded into her
from behind. Bob
was nude, and Jill let her gaze travel over his body, admiring his broad
shoulders, trim
stomach, flexing buttocks, and his pumping shaft. She hoped they would
change positions
soon so she could see the head, now buried in Carol's swollen pussy lips.
While she watched, Jill played with her own large red nipples with
one hand,
tweaking them, while her other hand wandered down over her soft belly,
through the
black curls of her bush to caress herself below.
Bob reached down with both hands and yanked Carol's head back by
her hair as he
drove his cock in one long hard stroke all the way into her cunt. Carol
grunted in pain, but
continued moving back on him, impaling herself on his erection. Jill
studied the tight
concentrated look on Carol's face-clearly this was the kind of rough sex
she was used to,
and craved.
Bob withdrew, and Jill got a good look at the large angry head of
his penis, shining
in the bedroom's single light with Carol's juices and his own precum. Then
Carol was on
her back, legs spread wide and raised high in the air, Bob plunging his
cock once more
into her depths.
Carol's breasts had worled free of her blouse-she wasn't wearing a
bra-and Bob
suddenly slapped her across the chest with the back of his hand. Carol
whimpered as he
slapped her tits, but her open thighs never stopped moving to meet his
rapid thrusts, and
when he took her red nipples in his hand and pulled, stretching them to
twice their normal
length, she came, pelvis grinding against him as she cried out in release:
"Yesss, yes, yes, ohhshiitt, shit, FUCK!"
Bob followed her over the edge, letting out an animal howel as he
poured himself
into her. Jill felt herself almost there as well, but stopped her hand.
Plenty of time. Some
things must be savored. After Jack returned from disposing of their car,
the real fun would
begin.
Carol lay in the dark, listening to Bob's even breathing. Like a lot of
men he could drop
right off after sex, and like a lot of women Carol couldn't. Especially
not here, in this
strange (in every sense) house. And not with thoughts of Jill, her face
contorted in orgasm
or buried between Carol's thighs, filling her head. Carol didn't know why
she kept thinking
of Jill (she had been picturing her in Bob's place all through the fuck,
wearing a strapped
on dildo). But the images kept returning.
I gotta take a piss.Jill had showed them the large bathroom, with
its marble toilet
and tub, just down the hall. Carol got up, fumbling around in the dark for
her panties. She
slipped them on, and the leather jacket, and walked quietly to the door.
After peeking out
(nobody in the hall) she slipped out of the room.
Opening the door to the bathroom, Carol felt for the light switch,
found it. She
closed the door and...no lock. Not even a bolt. "Shit." Oh well, if
someone walked in on
her pissing it wasn't her fault.
After relieving herself, and washing her hands in the marble sink,
she felt a long
trickle of seman leak out of her pussy and run down her inner thigh.
Yuck-cold and sticky.
Carol eyed the bathtub thoughtfully, glancing back at the unlocked
door. "Fuggit."
She started running the water, and removed her panties and jacket,
Settling gratefully into
the warm water, she washed her pussy, then closed her eyes, relaxing.
Thinking of Jill.
Half asleep, she failed to hear the bathroom door glide silently open.
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BCJJ prt 4
Jill slipped into the guest bedroom. She walked over to the bed, gently
drew back the
covers, drinking in the sight of Bob's nude sleeping form. The darkness in
the room was
no barrier to her vision.
Bob was on his back, his cock lying half erect across his thigh.
Now she had time
to study it closely: the large round balls, the wide cleft on the
underside of the head, the
drop of cum still visible at the opening at the top. Beautiful.
Was there anything as exciting as giving pleasure to someone you
were about to
destroy?
She moved onto the bed next to him, running her hand lightly down
his chest
before placing one fingertip against his penis. It stirred slightly
beneath her touch, then
began to grow rapidly as she stroked around the head. Still asleep, lost
in a wet dream ,
Bob felt his cock grow full and hard.
Holding his erection firmly in her hand, Jill moved her mouth up
his chest, forming
a trail of kisses from his naval to his neck, then kissed him hard on the
lips, teasing her
tongue into his mouth. He came awake then, aroused, confused, reaching out
to turn on
the lamp beside the bed. "Carol?"
"No." She kissed him again, gently squeezing his erection. He
moaned, kissing her
back, then pulled away. "What's going on? Carol..."
"Is elesewhere. There is just the two of us right now, pet. I saw
how you wanted
me-as I wanted you from the moment I saw you in the motorcar. Saw your
lovely penis
between her lips. Pictured it in my mouth. Like this."
She stared boldly into his eyes as she swallowed his prick to the
hilt, then slowly
moved her mouth back to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head,
then used it to
explore his pisshole. Licking back down the shaft, she took his balls, one
at a time, into
her mouth. Never taking her eyes off of his face, watching each surge of
pleasure
registered in his expression, she sucked his cock.
When she could tell he was close she stopped, moving back up his
body until her
muff was positioned directly over his face. "Eat me pet, eat my cunt."
Dazed with passion, Bob reached his arm around her, grabbing her
ass cheeks and
pulling her down onto his mouth. Jill felt his tongue lap her pussy lips,
his mouth sucking
on the sensitive moist folds. Then his tongue moved to her clit, licking
it in a slow circle
before nibbling on it with his teeth. As he ate her, she felt him run one
finger from her
pussy up the crack of her ass to her asshole, felt it begin to worm its
way inside. Oh it felt
so good!
"Yes, eat that pussy. Ohhh. Mmmm-move that finger in my ass. Fuck
that ass with
your finger while you feast on my cunt. Ahhh."
She could feel her orgasm building, the heat rising from her open
thighs. She
played with her large breasts, kneading them, lifting them to her mouth to
suckle on her
own nipples. Building...building...almost..."Agghhh! Cumming! Yes pet! I'm
cummmiiinnggg!"
As she climaxed she bit her lip, tasting blood, picturing her
strong teeth biting
down hard on the head of Bob's stiff penis; in her mind tasting his blood,
his imagined
screams of pain blending with her own cries of ecstasy.
Jill was sucking hard on Carol's tits, while she slipped two-no,
three-fingers into her pussy.
Eyes closed, Carol moved her hand beneath the warm bath water and began to
masturbate, imagining Jill's ripe body in her arms. She had decided to
stop worrying where
these feelings were coming from or what they meant. "If it feels good..."
she muttered to
herself. Rubbing her clit, fingering herself while picturing Jill's full
heavy tits pressed
against her own, it felt very good.
Something made Carol open her eyes. Dark. "Wha?" The light bulb
must have
burned out. "Shit." She sat up straight in the tub, trying to adjust her
eyes to the thin trace
of light coming from under the bathroom door. And suddenly she knew she
wasn't alone.
She felt no panic, no apprehension. She was sure she knew who it
was, hidden in
the shadows. Not Bob-Bob was sound asleep. No, it must be...
"Jill? Is that you?" Carol couldn't disguise the tone of
...anticipation...in her voice.
She saw a form move towards her out of the darkness. Her pulse began to
race, she ran
her tongue over her lips expectantly. She could just make out the shape of
someone
bending over her, then she caught a whiff of some strong chemical odor,
and felt her first
trace of unease. "Jill?"
"No my dear," a cultured male voice replied as the chloroform
soaked cotton
closed over mouth and nose. "It's Jack."
End prt 4
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bcjj prt 5
Bob had never felt so aroused in his life. All thoughts of Carol, any
concern that she might
return and discover him with Jill, vanished as Jill lowered herself
slowly...slowly...onto his
erection. He watched, hypnotized by the sight of his hardon being
swallowed up, inch by
slow inch, into her pussy.
She was looking down at him, a lustful gleam in her dark eyes, her
big tits hanging
just above his face, swaying gently as she rose up and down on his stiff
pole. He reached
up, taking a soft heavy tit in each hand. He tweaked her nipples, gently.
In response she
snarled and slapped him hard across the face.
"What the fuck!" he cried, stunned by the unexpected blow.
"Don't play children's games with me," Jill said, her voice thick
with desire, fucking
him faster as the words spilled out of her ruby red lips. "You mustn't
hold back with me.
You must fuck me as if it were the last fuck of your life. I want it all.
I know the rage you
have inside. I want you take it out on me. I want you to fuck me with your
anger. Hurt me
you bastard, hurt me!" Then she struck him again across the mouth, drawing
a drop of
blood.
With a cry of lust and fury, Bob rolled over, taking Jill with
him, his penis still
buried to the hilt inside her. Now on top he began to hammer into her.
"I'll hurt you, you
fucking bitch," he growled, grabbing her breasts hard, crushing them in
his strong hands.
He lowered his face to her nipples, pulling on them hard with his mouth.
"Bite them you fuck," Jill hissed in his ear. "Bite them!"
He took a nipple between his teeth and bit, hard enough to leave a
mark, and felt
her hips buck in frenzied response beneath him. Her hands were around his
ass, her
fingernails digging painfully into his pumping cheeks.
"My ass," Jill panted. "Rape my ass." He pulled out of her cunt,
and she raised her
bottom up to give him access to her asshole. He felt his cockhead press
against her
puckered entrance, then with a brutal thrust force its way into her ass.
She screamed-pain
or pleasure he neither knew nor cared.
"So tight bitch. So fucking tight," he gasped as he fucked her
shitter, reaching out
to twist her nipples.
"Fingerfuck my cunny," she said. "Put your fingers in my cunt
while you fuck my
ass." He slapped her tits hard for giving him orders, but then shoved
three fingers deep
into her pussy.
Jill felt his penis violating her ass while his fingers brutally
fucked her cunt, felt him
stabbing into both her holes, felt the waves of pain that brought her ever
closer to sexual
climax. She enjoyed her pain, embraced it, knowing she would soon return
it to him a
hundred-fold. That she would soon taste his agony.
She studied him as he fucked her, his face twisted with hate and
passion. So
handsome. So damned.
His breathing was growing shallow, and she could feel his prick
throbbing in her
ass. "My face pet. I must see you shoot your cum on my face."
With a grunt he pulled his dick and fingers out of her openings,
his cock coming
out of her ass with a loud plop, and brought his organ up to her face. She
stared at the
purple head, watching it pulse as the first long spurt of seman shot out
of the tip and
splashed across her cheek. She caught the next two spurts on her tongue,
rolling the thick
cum around her mouth, coating her lips. She smiled as more hot sticky
liquid poured out
of his dick onto her chin and throat, thrilled by the power and length of
his climax. A
beautiful orgasm.
Now it was time for her fun.
end part 5
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bcjjpart 6
Carol had a headache. Felt cold...groggy. It was a struggle to open her
eyes, everything
was blurry. Gradually her vision cleared. Where am I?
She was on Jack's bed, naked, on her back, arms raised above her
head, hands
cuffed to the brass headboard. Like all the rooms in the house there
seemed to be only one
lamp, casting a dim glow over the room. Seated at the foot of the bed was
a naked man,
one hand lightly stroking Carol's right hip. Jack. The brother. Who had...
It all came back, and Carol kicked out hard with her legs, but the
man pinned them
down easily. Though he seemed of ordinary build, Carol quickly realized he
was amazingly
strong. She was about to scream for Bob when Jack spoke, his tone a
mixture of sympathy
and command.
"Don't bother to shout my dear. The door to this room is old
English oak-the
sound wouldn't get very far. And besides, Bob is rather busy right now,
fucking my sister."
Jack's soothing tone was somehow more frightening than any angry
threat. For the
first time in her life, Carol felt genuinely afraid. "What's this about?"
Jack smiled and stood up. His face was rather like his
sister's-black hair, dark eyes,
though his lips were thinner-crueler. When Carol could take her eyes off
his face she
noticed he was sporting a serious erection. And that his cock was huge,
even bigger than
Bob's sizeable organ.
Is that all this is about? she wondered. Some kinky sex games. Bob
in another
room poubding it to Jill, Jack playing bondage games with Carol. Except
Carol hadn't
been asked to play. She'd been knocked unconcious, tied down while she was
out. If this
was a game Jack and Jill were in a lot of fucking trouble.
And then Jack reached over to the wooden dresser next to the bed,
opened a
drawer, took something out. Carol's eyes widened as she saw the scalpel in
his left hand,
and suddenly knew it was not a game.
Please. Oh god please. "Please." Barely a whisper. "Please don't."
Jack placed the scalpel carefully resting against her belly. He
nodded. "Yes, I
appreciate good manners. Now I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, and
you are
going to give me the best head of your life. And if you even think about
biting down, this
scalpel will open you up from cunt to neck. Understood?"
Carol tried to answer, but couldn't get herself to speak. "Just
nod yes." Carol did.
Jack climbed onto the bed, sliding his penis between Carol's tits. He
placed the scalpel on
the bed alongside them, then took her breasts in his hands and pressed
them around his
cock, titfucking her. He continued like that, his hard stiff pole moving
in and out of her
soft titflesh, for several minutes, leaving a trail of precum on her
chest. Then, taking the
scalpel back into his left hand, he moved his erection up to her mouth.
She felt the razor
point press against the side of her tit as his penis pressed against her
lips.
"That's it dear. Suck it. So nice. And don't worry, nothing is
going to happen to
you yet. Not until my sister can join us. When she's through with Bob. I
know you've been
thinking about her. I promise you, she is like nothing you've ever
imagined."
End part 6
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bcjj prt 7
Bob lay on his back on the bed. Jill had left a few minutes earlier,
promising to return
"with a wonderful surprise." Bob had waited with growing impatience, then
decided to go
look for her. And discovered he couldn't move.
He could feel his arms and legs, but no matter how hard he
concentrated he
couldn't move them. He tried to yell for help. And couldn't. With great
effort, enough to
cause him to break out in a sweat, he could just wiggle his fingers or
turn his head slightly
so he could see the door to the room. But that was all.
"It's a drug dear. Quite tasteless-I smeared it on my breasts
before we made love."
Jill had returned, still nude, carrying a wooden box, which she placed on
the nightstand
beside the bed. Smiling happily, she sat next to him and explained, "Jack
made it in his
laboratory. He's always making things. He's so clever with chemicals."
She reached out and ran one finger up the side of his limp
cock-which stirred at
her touch. "It only paralyzes most voluntary muscles. The involuntary
muscles continue to
function-see?" She was gently but firmly stroking his penis which was now
almost erect.
"And you can still feel every sensation, can't you?" she asked, circling
her fingers around
the head of his stiffening member. "You just can't move or talk."
Helpless, Bob watched her expertly stroke him to a full hard
erection. He had often
combined feelings of lust and anger. Now for the first time he knew desire
mixed with
fear.
"Mmm. Nice and hard. Would you mind if I ride your lovely cock,
pet? No
objection?"
Guiding his hardon with one hand, Jill mounted him. Bob moaned
silently as he felt
his penis sheathed in her juicy cunt. She rode him slowly, running her
hands over his chest,
her tongue flicking over her parted lips. She slid all the way down on his
stiff prick, and
stopped. Just resting. Prolonging. Then after a long while she began to
move again.
Slowly...slowly...up and down...up...and down.
"Yes," she sighed. "So nice. Ohhh."
Unable to move, unable to thrust into her as he wanted, he could
only submit to
the deliberately frustrating pace of her fuck. Just as she would begin to
move a little
faster...a little harder...her pussy stroking him towards climax...just as
he could feel the
cum start to rise in his shaft...feel the head swell on the edge of
release-she would stop,
her cunt perfectly still, until she sensed his urgency fade. Then she
would begin again.
He had no idea how long she fucked him like that. As he was
brought again and
again to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied the explosive cum his body
so desperately
craved, he lost all sense of time. He was trapped in an endless present,
always so close...so
close. He began to panic, to feel he would go mad if he didn't cum.
Inwardly he begged
her. Please...please.
As he neared climax yet again she abruptly dismounted, leaning
across him, her full
heavy breasts brushing arcoss his face. She reached out to the nightstand
and opened the
mysterious wooden box. After a moment she moved back down his body, her
face
between his legs, studying his engorged penis. She took him in her mouth,
swallowing his
hot meat deep into her throat, knowing how much he wanted...needed...to
shoot the
enormous load she had built up in his heavy balls. Knowing how much he
hated and feared
and desired her.
With a sigh she released his cock from her lips, then swiftly
taking the cord she had
removed from the box, tied off his erection. The tight cord hurt him, and
his tremor of
pain sent a surge of pleasure through her body. She reached across him
again, purposefully
burying his face in her cleavage as she removed the blade from the box.
Holding it to her
side, out of his sight, she returned to his hardon.
"And now Bob, time for your release-and mine." She held the long
sharp blade up
where he could see it, watched the fear in his eyes as she moved it down
between his legs.
Lifting his balls with one hand she took the blade and in one swift
practiced motion cut his
cock and balls from his body.
A strangled cry squeezed out of his throat as in horror and agony
he watched her
take his erect severed penis and slip it like a bloody dildo between the
lips of her pussy,
masturbating with his dismembered manhood.
Jill fucked herself hard with his penis-her penis now-moving
swiftly towards
orgasm as she watched his mutilated loins pour blood onto the bed. As she
felt herself
begin to climax, her cunt contracting around the stiff meat inside her,
she took the blade
and almost tenderly cut Bob's throat from ear to ear. "Oh yes, yessss."
Panting, she collapsed atop him, resting her self on his
bloodstained body.
After awhile she sat up, slowly removing his hardon from her cunt.
She brought it
to her mouth, sucked contentedly on the head. She would have to share her
new toy with
Carol.
Carol. Mmm. The night's pleasures were just beginning. After
taking one last fond
look at Bob, kissing him hard on his dead lips, she hurried down the hall,
Bob's cock in her
hand, to the bathroom to cleanse herself. She must look her best for their
remaining guest.
end prt 7
Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!spool.mu.edu!newspump.sol.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: bob carol jack jill 8/11 erotic horror Date: 17 Sep 1996 23:02:49 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 84 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <51noop$347@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com
Bob etc part 8
After she had been sucking his cock for some time, Jack took the scalpel
away from
Carol's breast, laying it down beside them on the bed. He began to stroke
her face, her
neck and shoulders as she ate his penis, then began to play with her tits,
pinching her
nipples. Carol began to relax a little, to tell herself that this was
really just some sickie sex
play, some decadent aristocratic shit, that she wasn't in any real danger.
Bob was just down the hall, fucking the shit out of Jill, probably
knowing Carol
was here handcuffed to the bed. That was it-Bob had given his permission
to all this! She
could see how it would appeal to him: "Of course you van take my
girlfriend, if I can have
some fun with Jill here." And watch later on no doubt. The fucking
bastard! He would pay
for this! They all would.
Oh-that felt good.
end part 8
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bcjj part 9
"You're in a lot of trouble," Carol told her. "I was knocked out,
handcuffed, raped..."
"Shh." Jill held a finger against Carol's lips to silence her, and
Carol, all too aware
that her hands were still cuffed, complied. "You seem to be enjoying your
rape,
nevertheless. But we can talk about all of this later. For now, I promised
your handsome
lover to take good care of you."
So, Carol thought, Bob WAS in on this. I'll kill the son of a
bitch.
Jill leaned forward. Mouth open, tongue extended, she proceeded to
lick her
brother's cum off Carol's body. Then she brought her mouth to Carol's,
sharing Jack's
seman with her in deep sticky kisses. Once more Carol felt herself swept
along in a tide of
sensation. She felt Jill's hand move lower to play among the yellow curls
of her bush, as
they traded cum back and forth with their tongues.
Jill rose from the bed, took a small key off a hook on the wall
behind the bed, and
unlocked Carol's right hand (leaving the other one still cuffed to the
headboard). "You've
never had a woman, I know. But you've thought about it. You want me-don't
you?"
Carol could not hide the desire in her voice. "Yesss."
"Then feel my breasts." Jill took Carol's free hand and brought it
to her tits. "Hold
them in your hand, " she instructed. "Feel the weight of them, how heavy
and soft and full.
Now feel the nipples. Yes love, that's it-don't be shy. Take them. Take
them, they're
yours."
She leaned over, lowering her tits onto Carol's face. Carol held
Jill's left breast,
kneading it with her fingers, while her mouth swallowed as much of the
other tit as she
could, sucking hard on the red nipple. "Yes," Jill breathed. "Suckle at my
teat."
After a long while, both her breasts swollen with desire and
covered with Carol's
spit, Jill began to play with Carol's breasts; squeezing, pinching,
twisting, sucking, pulling.
"Oh fuck, I'm so hot!" Carol cried out. "Touch my pussy, please."
Jill took one finger and lightly traced the outside of Carol's
cunt lips, then brushed
it lightly over her clit. Teasing her. "Beg me. Beg me to fuck your cunt."
"Oh yes, please Jill. Do it. Please fuck my cunt."
With a lewd grin, Jill slipped two fingers into Carol's sopping
vagina, and brought
her mouth down to feast on her clit. Carol spread her legs wide, watching
in fascination as
her pussy was eaten and fucked by another woman. Jack was right: Jill was
like nothing
Carol had imagined. She was better.
"Oh Jill, oh baby, you're driving me crazy. Oh shit...mmm."
Suddenly Jill stopped, and Carol groaned in frustration. "Oh don't
leave me like
this Jill. I'm sooo close baby."
"Trust me lover," Jill answered. "I'm going to make you cum now in
a way no man
ever could."
Holding one breast in her hand, she brought it down between
Carol's open thighs.
Carol moaned in delight as she felt the warm soft tit stroke her pussy,
then felt the hard
nipple rubbing over her clit. "Fuck me with that tit. Mmmm. Yesss-fuck my
cunt with that
titty. Ohhh, make me fucking cum!"
The feeling of a breast fucking her, so different from a hand or a
prick, quickly
brought Carol to a bucking, writhing, screaming climax. "OhJilloh Jilloh
Jill-Aggghhhhh!"
When Carol's climax finally ebbed, Jill raised her soaking breast
to her own mouth
to taste Carol's juices.
"Now you must eat me pet. But first-I have a gift for you from
Bob."
Still dazed by the intensity of her cum, Carol sighed and
muttered, "Gift?"
Jill reached down. She placed something on Carol's belly, just
above her pubic hair.
It was a severed and erect cock and balls, tied off with a cord. Carol
recognized it at once.
Bob's penis.
She realized two things. Bob's death meant nothing to her, nothing
at all. It was
her own safety that mattered to her, not the terrible fate of her lover.
And she knew unless
she played things just right she was going to die a horrible death.
Jill was studying her closely, watching her reaction to having her
lover's pole laid
on her stomach. Carol forced herself not to react, to remain perfectly
composed. If I
scream or cry I'm dead. Hoping her voice was level, she said quietly, "How
was he?"
Jill was amazed. She knew it must be an act, but Carol's bravado
impressed and
excited her. She was glad she had ordered Jack from the room. She loved
her brother, but
he had no appreciation of subtleties. Yes indeed, Carol was special. She
would have to be
killed very very slowly.
end part 9
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Part 10
Jill placed a hand on Carol's inner thigh and began to describe Bob's last
fuck-and his
painful death. Listening to Jill, aware that as she spoke her hand had
strayed to Carol's
pussy, Carol tried to keep her mind focused on a means of escape. Looking
out the corner
of her eye she could see the handcuff key was in reach of her free hand.
But even if she
could somehow immobilize Jill (how?) her brother might be standing just
outside the door.
There had to be a way...
"I'm sorry now you weren't there to watch us," Jill was saying,
her skilled fingers
once more caressing Carol's lower lips. Absurdly, Bob's penis resting on
her belly, her own
life in terrible danger, she still felt her cunt responding to Jill's
touch. And to her words;
her vivid description of Bob bleeding to death while she fucked herself
with that severed
penis. Carol suddenly realized that she too wished she could have
witnessed her lover's
violent end. She looked down at his cock, and at Jill's stroking hand,
remembering that
penis brutally fucking her cunt or ass or mouth, remembering how he hurt
her-and how
good it felt. And how often as he pounded her to climax she'd felt a
strong desire to...
"I wish I could have killed him," Carol blurted out, her voice
thick with lust.
Jill felt the moist heat of Carol's pussy, felt her bloodlust.
Making a sudden
decision, Jill picked up Bob's organ, then took the key and released
Carol's other hand.
Carol sat up, rubbing her chafed wrist, considering her chances. Jack
could be on the other
side of that door. Shit.
Smiling coldly, reading her thoughts, Jill said," No, you can't
escape. But perhaps
you can convince me to speak to Jack about letting you live. For awhile.
Come." Still
holding Bob's cock, Jill walked to the great oak chest at the back of the
room, opened it,
and stepped inside. Glancing at the bedroom door (Jack?) Carol followed
her.
There was nothing in the chest, but the back had opened up to
reveal an opening
about 6 feet high. Nothing but blackness beyond. "I can't see, " Carol
said, her voice
dropping to a whisper. She felt Jill's strong grip on her arm. "I can see.
Come."
Carol was led, stumbling, down a long corridor that curved
gradually to the left,
and then she saw light ahead, saw Jill's naked outline, and then they were
standing in front
of a tattered sofa, staring through a two-way mirror into the guest
bedroom. Bob's body
sprawled on the bloodsoaked bed. Jill gestured to the sofa. "I watched you
two fuck from
here. You were beautiful together. So much anger."
Carol nodded. Yes, anger had been the spice that made their sex so
hot. She
looked through the mirror at Bob's handsome face, looking in his death
agony much as he
did when he came. There was a red line around his throat. And an ugly red
gash between
his legs.
Jill pressed a button hidden in the wall, and the mirror swung
inward on a hinge,
and Carol moved with her into the bedroom, both of them standing together
over her
lover's mutilated body.
Carol imagined holding Bob's arrogant prick, imagined holding a
sharp knife and
slicing into his manhood...
The blade was lying on the far side of the bed, next to Bob's hip.
Carol caught just
a glimpse of it, made herself turn away, reach out for Jill. "I want to
make love to
you...here...on the bed, next to him," Carol breathed. "With that..." and
she took hold of
Bob's severed cold erection, pulling it out of Jill's grip.
The two women kissed, tongues entwining. Carol took Bob's prick
and ran it over
Jill's tits, while her other hand reached out to cup Jill's ass. Jill
responded by sliding her
own hand down Carol's taut belly to her cunt. As they embraced, Carol
glanced once more
at the blade. She would have to time this just right-she knew she would
get only one
chance.
End part 10
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bcjj final part
Soon they were on the bed, making out like a couple of lesbian
teenagers-except for the corpse lying next to them, and the severed
erection Carol had shoved deep into Jill's hungry snatch. Jill came
quickly, moaning hotly into Carol's mouth. Then Jill pulled away, removing
Bob's cock from her sopping cunt.
Holding the dick in one hand, Jill took Carol's hand and brought
it to Bob's face. "Embrace your lover," Jill commanded, eyes glittering
with evil delight. Carol did as she was told, her breasts
pressed against Bob's chest, her ass in the air. "Kiss him."
Carol kissed the dead lips hesitantly at first, then with
increasing fervor as she felt Jill slide Bob's organ into her pussy, and a
finger into her ass. Fucking Carol's cunt with the cold stiff meat of her
dead lover, and her asshole with a long warm finger, Jill drove the blonde
into a sexual frenzy.
Carol opened her mouth, ran her tongue over Bob's cold parted
lips, thrust it into his dead mouth, french kissing her former lover as
Jill's finger in her ass and the human dildo in her pussy moved her
inexorably towards climax. Carol, grinding herself back against Jill,
hissed, "That's it bitch, harder, harder! Deeper...OHHH!!!"
Jill removed her finger from Carol's asshole, and buried her face
between Carol's pumping ass cheeks, her tongue caressing the area between
Carol's cock and asshole, before moving to lick her puckered anus.
Jill sensed Carol's orgasm about to explode. In a moment the
blonde was convulsing in release. "Aggg, oh Jill! Shitshitshit-oh FUCK!!!"
Even as she came, Carol, aware Jill's face was still buried in her
ass, reached out with her left hand for the knife. She pulled herself up
and away from Jill, turned, and lashed out with the blade.
The knife caught Jill across her breasts, leaving a thin red line
on on her left tit before slicing deeply into her right globe, just below
the nipple. For an instant Carol was afraid the knife lodged in the other
woman's tit would be pulled out of her grasp. Instead the sharp steel
withdrew with a loud sucking sound, rather like a penis suddenly pulling
out of a tight wet pussy.
Jill looked surprised rather than in pain. Without thinking Carol
lashed out at Jill's throat, and when Jill moved to block it, plunged the
knife to the hilt in Jill's belly, just above her mons, and with a ripping
sound sliced up to her navel, blood and guts spilling out onto the floor.
"Take that you cunt!" Carol said.
Jill didn't scream. She stood for a second, trying to hold her
organs in as they tumbled out of her disembowled body, then fell to her
knees beside the bed. Carol kicked her on the side of the head, knocking
her onto her back. In a voice husky with passion, Carol said,"Thanks for
showing me such a good time. I really mean that." Then she took the knife
and rammed it up inside Jill's cunt.
Holding the bloody knife, Carol gathered up her skirt, blouse, and
shoes, then searched for the car keys in Bob's clothes. And couldn't find
them. Shit.
She dressed hurridly, turned out the light, and carfully opened
the bedroom door. No one in the hall. I just have to make it outside, she
told herself. Once I'm outside I'm safe. She touched the tip of the knife
to reassure herself. Though remembering Jack's incredible strength she
wondered if it would really be of much use.
Down the hall, quietly as she could. Two flights of stairs, head
to the left, and she was free. It was going to be all right.
She almost made it. As she reached the ground floor, Jack suddenly
appeared out of the shadows, still nude, fully erect-and holding the
scalpel. It sliced down, tearing open her blouse, cutting open her
shoulder.
Carol had been holding the knife at her side. With a scream of
fear and rage she brought it up and cut off the head of Jack's penis.
Bellowing in pain, he swung his arm and knocked her to the floor.
She managed to roll on her side as he brought the scalpel down,
then brought her leg up in a sharp kick to his bleeding crotch. She had
dropped the knife. Scrambling to her knees, she looked desperately for the
weapon.
There!
Grabbing the knife, she turned and stood to find Jack right behind
her, the scalpel moving towards her chest. She was faster. The knife
plunged into his neck, severing his jugular, blood fountaining out over
her. He gasped, dropped the scalpel, both hands moving to the blade in his
throat.
And then he removed it.
And smiled.
The flow of blood had already stopped, the wound was already
healing, the flesh and muscle reknitting itself as she watched. She looked
down between his legs, to see his cock had already grown a new head. Then
she fainted.
Carol was cuffed once more to the bed, both her hands and feet,
spreadeagled, naked. The door opened. A woman. Jill. Unharmed.
"I told Jack you were very special dear. Thank you for the knife
in my cunny-that felt so interesting. We don't often get guests with your
spirit, I'm afraid. " Jill sat on the bed, ran her hand along Carol's
silky thigh. "Of course you may not enjoy it as much when I do the same
thing to you-but don't worry. That won't be for hours."
She smiled almost tenderly at her prey. "Perhaps, " she said, as
Jack stepped back into the room, still holding the scalpel, "we should
start with your lovely tits."
End
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