Finish the Job--New Story


Posted by Annevar Lord on December 18, 2009 at 22:04:42:

Sorry I don't post much. I feel guilty just lurking around here, reading my favvorite autors and seeing what's new. Here's a new one by me, however, my holiday gift to all of you. Thanks so much for being here.

Peace,

Annevar

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Slaughtered Sisters, part 2:
Finish the Job

A story by Annevar Lord


Kacey made sure to drool heavily on Bryan’s cock as she gave him a last few good pulls with her mouth. It was probably unnecessary; they’d been fucking for almost an hour, switching positions often, really getting worked up. His head was at the wrong end of the bed, even; not that it mattered. She curled her fingers around the base of his shaft, taking him as deep as she could. Bryan was big though, long and thick and perfect. It was still impossible for her to understand how those bitches from the compound could go muff diving with each other. The only pussy she liked the taste of was her own, and then only when she was sucking her moisture off Bryan’s dick.
The heat was building in her belly, tingling at the tips of her pebble-hard nipples; it was time. She pulled her mouth off him with a teasing little pop! and crawled seductively down the bed to claim her prize. Bryan was grinning at her with that dangerous look she loved—the look that said he was about to take what he wanted from her, no matter what she said. Good thing she was fully willing to give it to him.
“You ready for me, little brother?” she asked, giving his neck a little love bite. His hips came up in response, the tip of his swollen member brushed her slick lower lips open, teased her clit.
“Stop fuckin’ around, sis,” he growled, biting back. He grabbed her hips roughly, grinding her mons down on his shaft. “You’re drivin me nuts!”
“That’s the idea,” she purred, but she took him between her fingers and guided him into her slick, swollen snatch.
“Ahhhh,” she moaned as she sat down hard, burying him to the balls in her womanhood. His hands went instantly to her tits; she was proud of those—the one good thing the Coalition Conditioning had done for her was leave her with a slick, hairless snatch and big, firm, natural tits. Well, okay, that was really two things, but she was far too busy at the moment to worry about the math. She and her brother had been born into the Coalition Creche near new Fresno; their parents had been selected for their looks, and she and Bryan had been destined for the brothels at Perisis on Mars. That was until Rexxa had talked her and some of the others into leaving the Coalition behind and seeking fortune on their own.
Fortune she hadn’t found yet, but she’d had the best sex of her life every day since she’d pulled her brother out of the barracks in the middle of the night nine months earlier. That had been Rexxa’s idea too—idly, she wondered the girl and her brother Jackie had ended up. He was cute, too; it was a shame they’d parted so soon, otherwise she would have traded off with Rexxa. After all, they had never had trouble sharing their boys.
Bryan was getting insistent. He squeezed her nipples hard, then crushed her breasts in his big, long-fingered hands. She moaned an encouragement; he might only have just passed his sixteenth birthday, but the boy was massive. But, like her, the Coalition had bred him that way.
His hands slid down her sides and he forced her upright. Now she was sitting in the cradle of his hips and legs, pole-dancing hard up and down to the rhythm he was making with his legs. Grinning down at him, she leaned back slightly, pointing her tits at the ceiling so that she could take control. The heat was building—shit, but this was gonna be a great cum. Now the motion was up to her, she rocked her hips and flexed her long, lean thighs, plunging up and down and grinding at the same time so that his tip was banging against her cervix and the coarse hair around his shaft was teasing her swollen bud just right. His hands were on her hips now so she had to squeeze her own nipples, but she didn’t mind; the little motes were dancing behind her eyelids; a few more seconds . . .
The sudden brightness in the room had nothing to do with her impending orgasm. Kacey opened her eyes and time stopped as she had a moment to realize what she was seeing. The door had swung open and two of the Coalition’s Death Girls were standing there. One was Asian, with massive tits straining at the green bra visible beneath the half-undone white blouse. The other was a tall, leggy brunette whose green mini was short even by Coalition standards. They both had those small, silenced handguns in their hands and they were pointing right at—
“Oh, fuck! No!” Kacey breathed, but the muzzles each flashed twice in the dim room. She didn’t hear the th-thp! the guns made; but her ears rang with the smacking thud each bullet made as it tore through her abdominal wall. The first two pierced her a half-inch above the mound of her sex; the tiny pellets exploded; shredding womb, cervix, uterus, bladder. Somehow the tiny fragments just missed Bryan’s massive member where it was buried to the balls in her slick sex. The second two went in a little higher, massacring her intestines and chewing her liver into an unrecognizable mess.
The agony caught up to her a moment later and she gagged and started to slump forward as her muscles spasmed and clenched. But the Death Girls had just begun; their little guns th-thped! in rapid concert as they pumped more rounds into Kacey’s belly. Now she danced on Bryan’s dick like a tangled marionette. With each thwacking thud she ground down on the meat impaling her most intimate petals; then popped back up as her own gore jetted out of the tiny hole that had appeared somewhere on the pale expanse of her abdomen. But each time the next bullet forced her down again, and then her shuddering legs forced her up again. It was like watching a grisly porno in fast forward, and the Death Girls, entertained by the sight, actually giggled and kept firing until their guns clicked empty.
“Oh shit! Kace!” Bryan still had hold of her hips; it had happened so fast. “Kace!”
She answered him by vomiting a stream of blackish crimson all over her own bulging tits, courtesy of the bullet shards the Death Girls had reamed into her stomach. She swayed, her head lolling forward. She blinked drunkenly a few times as she tried to make sense of her blood flowing smoothly out of the sixteen holes in her slender middle. It looked like Bryan was trying to say something; his eyes were wide with shock and horror. Somewhere in the distance she felt her cunt spasm as her tattered womb tried to reject the lead seed the Death Girls had drilled into it. That brought a flurry of other muscle reactions as lascerated organs sent frantic signals to her dying brain. Her belly clenched and she bounced twice more on Bryan’s cock, swooning and writhing back against his upraised knees.
The Death Girl’s tiny exploding bullets had done their work well, her guts were little more than soup now. She gurgled a sigh and leaned back against Bryan’s legs. This wasn’t supposed to happen, her failing brain told her dimly. She had just enough strength to clutch at her ruined belly; she couldn’t even keep her head from rolling around tiredly on her shoulders. Another shudder went through her; her pussy gripped his dick and she vomited more blood into her cleavage. Her eyes took in the Asian girl calmly pulling the slide back on the gun in her hand, the brunette was grinning.
“Nighty-night, sweetie,” she said.
The last thing Kacey saw was the twin jets of scarlet fly out from between her flawless tits as the Death Girls first two bullets hammered home. Bryan, on the other hand, had a front row seat as her full, firm mammaries were massacred by another dozen plus bullets. Hole after hole appeared in Kacey’s tits; each of the Coalition Assassins had chosen a breast and they hammered away until their guns ran dry again. His sister was a corpse but she shook it like a showgirl. Her shoulders twitched side to side with the impacts, her breasts goggled and jumped and swayed alluringly, showering gore all over the room. When the last thp! faded Kacey folded gracefully forward onto his chest like an actress taking a bow. She drooled a welter of hot blood down his neck even as her body trembled and jerked in her death throes. Her cunt clutched, released, clutched again; and she slithered sideways a bit. Her bullet riddled tits were still firm, the nipples hard as pebbles as they rubbed slickly on his chest one last time.
“Damn, I love it when they die so nice,” the brunette said. She reloaded her gun again and crossed the room to slap Kacey’s firm, perfect ass. “Not a single hole in her back.”
“Sweet,” the Asian agreed “She was a real superstar. Did you see the way she bounced?”
“Yeah, too bad we ruined your fun, eh, Bryan?”
Bryan, paralyzed with shock, said nothing.
The brunette grabbed his shaft and pulled him free from Kacey’s pussy. She gave him a couple of thoughtful strokes, then said, “You know what, our boy here ain’t done yet.”
“Shame on you,” the Asian giggled. She had shoved the gun into the front waistband of her short skirt and she grabbed a fistful of Kacey’s hair, hauling the dead girl back upright.
“No we can’t have this,” the brunette said. “You were fuckin’ her and you couldn’t even be bothered to give her her little present?”
“Look how hard he is,” the Asian said. “I want some of that.”
“It’s all bloody and shit,” the brunette said, making a face. “Wait till we get him cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” the Asian agreed. “He’s got to give this little piece of meat her due, anyway.”
“Sure does.” Roughly, the brunette worked his stiff member back into Kasey’s cooling slot. “Go on, she doesn’t mind.”
“Yeah, she likes it, look,” the Asian took Kacey’s hand and used it to fondle a perforated breast.
“Fold her over.”
“Oh, like how Rexxa got herself done.”
“Yeah.”
Together, they pulled Kasey off him and turned her over at the head of the bed. One of them stuffed the pillows under her hips so that her round, firm ass was in the air.
“Now get behind that bitch, and fill her snatch,” the Asian said. She pulled the gun out and put it to his head. “Or I’ll shoot you.”
Bryan did as he was told. Really from the back, it was almost impossible to tell that Kacey was dead. Except for the trickle of blood oozing from her puffy twat, she looked like she always had when offering up her goods. Something about the whole thing was turning him on, he realized.
He worked himself into her and took hold of her hips. Yes, there was something kind of nice about the cool snatch wrapped around his dick. There was no teasing little clenches to distract him either, just her slick tightness. Roughly her pulled her back, pumping her so hard her ass jiggled rhythmically as his balls slapped playfully at her still-swollen bud.
“That’s it,” the Asian laughed. She undid her skirt and tossed it to the floor, then buried her slim fingers in a snatch as free of hair as Kacey’s. “Go Bryan!”
A few minutes later it was done. He came so hard he saw stars, and when he pulled out a thick welter of his seed followed him drooling over her petals and dripping onto the bloodstained mattress.
“Good job,” the brunette said. “Come on,” she gestured with the gun. “You are going to take a shower while my friend takes that slab of pork that used to be your sister out to the van.”
There were two sharp slaps, and Bryan turned around. The Asian had rolled Kacey onto her back again and was slapping her bare sex as hard as she could. “You like that, little whore,” she giggled. “I can’t wait to get you back and see you stuffed and put on display,” she said as she hoisted Kacey’s corpse onto her shoulder. “You and Rexxa will make such fine toys.”
The last Bryan saw of his sister, she was her draped sensuously over the Asian girl’s shoulder, her long, lean arms swaying, her lax hands toying at a high, proud, shapely Asian ass.