LFBB Part 8: Killing Caprice


Posted by critmk and Shoot2Kill on December 20, 2000 at 08:04:48:

Leather and Fur, Beauty and Blood
Part 8 -- Killing Caprice
by critmk


Caprice sat before the mirror at the vanity in her second-floor bedroom, swept back her still-damp, burnished-gold hair and began to apply her make-up. The light pancake she smoothed over her face was, really, superfluous; her skin was perfect and lightly tanned already. She did it more for the ritual of beauty; Caprice enjoyed being a girl. She had lined her blue-green eyes and was carefully smoothing on pink lipstick when she saw Susan in the mirror.

'I hope you're not using Colcott cosmetics,' Susan said. 'You know they test on animals.'

'Oh no,' Caprice answered. 'Everything I use is natural and certified Green-friendly. Besides, Colcott is out of business. We saw to that. Ha - you should have seen those old broads on their executive board dance around that limo while we cut them to pieces with our guns! It was so funny - we spent hours imitating them at the celebration. Oops - uh, maybe I shouldn't have told you that.'

'No, David told me all about it in the car last night. It seems I passed my first-job initiation and now can know all.'

Caprice smiled mischievously and turned around. 'No, dear Susan, your real initiation is coming tonight. We're going to do some serious celebrating. I suggest you put on your hottest lingerie - David loves lingerie. So does Dominika.'

'Actually, so do I,' Susan said, flattering Caprice by looking her over suggestively. Caprice's taupe lace demi-bra was a flimsy affair that offered scant coverage or support for her heavy breasts. The straps were far off to the sides, joining the cups near the armpits and curving up over the outer edges of the shoulders. Two cords joined the cups and formed an X between them. The matching string bikini plunged far below her round, deep navel and revealed a hint of blonde pubic triangle.

'Let me get the full effect, Caprice. Put the shoes on. I'll be right back.'

As Caprice bent down and removed her brand-new ankle-wrap stilettos from their box, Susan walked the few yards to her own room and pulled the Uzi from the bag in the closet. On her way back to Caprice, she looked into the living room below and listened carefully. All was quiet, except for some faint sexual moaning from the back bedroom on the first floor. Susan guessed that David and Kay would be at it for hours and that Dominika's body would not soon be discovered in the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway of Caprice's room, the loaded, silenced Uzi behind her back. She kept her legs together to hide the long fat suppressor hanging below her ass.

Caprice was buckling her second ankle strap. She was still seated, and leaned far over; her large round breasts hung heavily and prettily.

'There - ta da!' Caprice's tits bounded smartly as she jumped up to her full 5' 9" height and spread her arms in self-display. The radiant smile on her wide, full-lipped mouth turned to an oval of horror as Susan whipped the Uzi from around her back and levelled it at the center of the V of rayon over Caprice's pussy.

Phutt! The muzzle flashed and a red-black hole appeared in the fabric. Caprice's knees came together as she fell backward. Her ass slid back with force across the well of the vanity and scattered the cosmetics. The mirror stopped her backward motion.

Her brows knitted together in pain and her mouth started to form a question that would never be asked. Susan switched the Uzi to auto and ripped a burst upward from Caprice's crotch toward her left breast. A bullet hole in the soft place halfway between pantyline and navel emitted a spray of red as it opened. Caprice shook and grunted, her limbs jerking and head bobbing, with that and each subsequent shot. All of them went through her and made spider-web holes in the mirror behind her.

The wound just above and to the left of her navel prompted a spill of blood over the center of her lower lip. The one in her ribcage rotated her slightly to the left, but she couldn't turn much because the mirror stopped her. The bullet to the underside of the left breast burned the bra cup black around the hole. It caused her tit to flop out, exposing her nipple - as hard and large and pink as a pencil eraser, now - to the next bullet, which grazed it and cut through her body at 7 o'clock Eastern Aureole time.

Susan stopped firing and watched Caprice die. It took about 10 seconds. Her mouth moved, like that of a fish in an aquarium, but no sound came out. Blood streamed gently from her lips and her wounds and pooled on the vanity beneath her butt. That lubricated her and she began to slide, ever so slowly, forward and down, the exit wounds on her back smearing blood on the mirror behind her. After a long moment, she hit critical mass and fell off, landing first on her knees and then pitching forward and hitting the carpet hard with her face.

Susan grabbed the dead woman's wrists and pulled her out a bit more. She raised her dress and pulled off her black thong, then stood straddling Caprice's legs. She raised Caprice's left foot by the ankle and gingerly lowered her pussy onto the 4-inch heel, masturbating by slowly raising and lowering herself and stroking her clit with her free right hand. Her juices trickled down over Caprice's ankle as she came. She stood tall to withdraw the heel from her pussy, then let her victim's leg drop. Susan stepped aside and grabbed Caprice's hip and rolled her over. She stared into the girl's dead eyes and smiled. Then she began to giggle.

'You were right, Caprice. It is pretty funny the way a woman dances as she's cut to pieces by bullets.'

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