Posted by critmk and Shoot2Kill on December 20, 2000 at 08:14:20:
Leather and Fur, Beauty and Blood
Part 9: Final Revenge
by critmk
Golden evening light flooded the room as Susan, 9mm pistol at her side, walked in on David and Kay.
'What a romantic scene,' she said, flatly.
They didn't seem to mind her presence. David turned toward her languidly and said, 'My, a girl with a gun. How pleasant. How sexy.'
'We were hoping you'd want to play,' Kay coo'd. 'Dominika and Caprice should be here already. They're probably still primping, they're insufferable that way.'
Kay's mane of luxuriant brown hair was parted in the middle. A low-cut, structured black lace bra, with wide-set straps and plunging center, lifted and separated the grapefruit-sized breasts that popped unexpectedly from Kay's long, thin frame. Tear-drop diamond earrings, black lace-topped stay-ups with seams and black satin sling-back heels completed her ensemble. Her lace thong bikini was on the floor. Her pubic hair was shaved down to the tiniest stripe.
David was naked, on his back, fucking Kay, who straddled him. She raised and lowered herself on his cock, her torso undulating sinuously, much as Susan had lately done with the heel of Caprice's shoe.
Susan approached and began to slide the barrel of the noise suppressor over Kay's taut belly and pushed-up breasts. David shuddered with pleasure at this, and Kay trembled, too, but Susan could see some apprehension mixed with the pleasure in her face. When she went to poke the gun into her mouth, Kay turned away.
'Oh, go ahead dear, give it a suck,' David said, with a little laugh. Kay did so reluctantly at first, then with resignation, if not enthusiasm.
Susan, with her gun shoved deep in Kay's mouth, looked at David and suddenly and sharply fired off a string of questions: 'David, who's paying for this house? Who do you really work for? Why do we almost exclusively kill women?'
David looked alarmed for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.
'My, so many questions... You know what you need to know, Susan. Why not just enjoy the moment? And do not question, please, our dedication to the cause.'
Susan withdrew the gun from Kay's mouth and pressed it against the bulge of flesh over the right bra cup. 'Kay is special to you, is she not? Unless I get some answers, I will shoot her.'
Kay was trembling now, but from fear, not sexual excitement. She looked wildly at Susan: 'Why Susan why? Don't do this!' Then she began to shout: 'Caprice! Dominika! Help, get in here!'
'You might as well calm down, Kay. I'm quite sure that Susan has killed them. Shot them down in cold blood?'
Kay's head dropped in despair. She started to get off of David, but Susan laughed cruelly and told her to stay right where she was. That's when Kay realized that David was harder than ever. She grinned, even through her sobs..
'You conniving bastard! This is some sort of sexual game, isn't it?' Kay said, settling down. 'Dominika and Caprice will come in any time, won't they?'
David just looked at her blankly. Susan told her to shut up. She scooped Kay's panties from the carpet, looped them over her wrists behind her back and cleverly tied them into a crude sort of handcuffs. Kay became suddenly quiet and meek. Susan pressed the gun to Kay's breast again, this time hard enough to make a circular bruise.
'Alright, David, what's this really about? You don't buy this animal-rights crap any more than I do.'
David was silent.
Susan's 9mm said the one word it knew: Phutt!
The bullet entered the upper base of Kay's breast and exited beneath the swell of flesh. Kay - still impaled on David's hard cock - screamed and moaned and bucked. Blood poured over her breast and down her right side.
'David tell her, tell her, don't let her shoot me again,' Kay pleaded.
'Go ahead and kill the silly bitch,' he said, looking Susan straight in the eye. 'She's nothing to me.'
'NO!' Kay tried to cry out, but the word came out in an airy gasp. Susan stepped behind her at the foot of the bed, pulled her hair with her left hand and arched her back like a bow. She jabbed the gun into her upper back and started moving it and shooting.
David saw two quarter-sized exit wounds open through the lace over Kay's right tit, then the fleshy bulge over her left bra cup exploded in red. The next shot blew through the center of her left nipple, which had been peek-a-boo visible through the lace. A final heart-stopper crashed through the bit of sternum exposed by the cutaway at the center of the bra. The bullets continued their flight through the plate glass window at the head of the bed and spashed down a hundred yards out in the Atlantic.
As Susan shot Kay, David shot hot cum into her dying body, surges of it backing up from her pussy and ringing around the base of his dick.
Susan climbed up on the bed and, on her knees, pressed into the back of Kay's dead body. She turned the dead girl's head and put her tongue into her slack mouth. She looked down and saw the cum and smiled at David.
'I suppose that might have been the wrong way to get you to talk,' she purred. 'Let's try another strategy.' She aimed the gun at the center of David's belly.
'Very well then, since you put it that way,' David said. Susan released Kay, who flopped down onto David. 'Ah, Susan, could I, ah...' He motioned toward Kay and started to push her off.
'No, David, leave her right there. I like the comedy of it. And dear dead Kay will slow down any move you might make to escape.'
David sighed. He would talk, tell her what she wanted to know, buy time, look for an opening to get to the Luger stuffed between the mattres and the headboard.
'I work for a man named Marcus DeVray. He has secret business interests in many fields. These killings directly or indirectly benefit those businesses, which are centered in fashion and cosmetics. I've had dozens of teams such as this one, all recruited from the malleable members of crackpot causes. They're so laughably easy to manipulate, especially the girls. I always use women. I like women. I have a way with women. Also, once you get them going, they're more vicious than men.
'Mr. DeVray and I prefer killing women, too, and go that way whenever possible. He gets off on the accounts and pictures I give him, and even on the news stories about my handiwork.'
He pulled Kay's face close to his and looked into her beautiful, dead eyes. He kissed her lips gently, then turned back to Susan.
'I get off on the killing. And I think you do, too, Susan. And you're much smarter - and meaner - than anyone I've ever recruited before. We're perfect for one another. Natural partners. There is no reason for either of us to die.'
Susan exhaled sharply and cast her eyes down for a moment. David thought about going for the gun. Too risky.
'So that's what I've become - a ruthless killer's natural partner? So this is where revenge has taken me.'
'Revenge?' David asked.
'My name is Susan Colcott Hamblin. My grandmother founded Colcott Cosmetics. I stood to inherit the company from my mother, Janice Colcott Hamblin, and my aunt, Lindy Colcott. Your crew of sluts murdered them in that limousine. You took away my future and you killed my mother. Hunting you down was my only reason for living. After I kill you, I'll have another reason: DeVray.'
She strode purposefully toward the bed. Susan pushed Kay aside and aimed at the center of David's chest. Her face was now the stone cold mask of a killer, in which her eyes shone. She licked her lips.
'Susan, wait, it was nothing personal, sorry about your mum. I can help you, now - you'll never find DeVray without me.'
'Goodbye, David.'
A hole opened in the center of David's chest. He jumped and the bed rocked. The pillow behind him started to turn scarlet. Kay's right arm slid off and dangled over the side. David struggled to breathe. Darkness edged in on his field of vision. Susan pulled the trigger again; click. Empty.
'Oh well, one will do. Now you can lie there for a moment and consider your sins as you die, David - not the least of which is turning me into a killer.'
Susan turned and walked toward the door. She dropped the empty gun, which clattered on the hardwood floor. With great effort and pain, David edged up the bed and grasped the handle of the concealed Luger. He pulled it out and aimed unsteadily at the center of Susan's back, which the plunging black dress exposed.
BLAM! The heavy old gun went off with a loud report and jolting recoil that sent shock waves of pain across David's wounded chest. The shot was off and hit Susan in the left buttock; blood streamed down her bare left leg. She fell against the door frame and tried to hold herself up. She was making thick, gasping noises of pain and anger. BLAM! This time David's aim was more true. The bullet between the shoulder blades slammed her hard against the door. She rebounded backwards and involuntarily spun to face David and the smoking Luger. BLAM! The third bullet ripped a half-dollar sized hole in the center of her throat and drove her back into an armchair.
Her head was rocked back, over the back of the chair. Her eyes were glazed. Her arms were spread open, as were her legs. David could see up her short black dress to her exposed, pink pussy.
How nice it would be to fuck her, to fuck my killer, David thought, as he felt the blood rise in his cock one last time. Couldn't make it over there though. Ah, well, Kay is right here, on top of me. Come to me, sweetheart. He slipped into the still-warm dead girl and slowly pumped her. He emptied a last bit of cum into Kay as he gazed at Susan's splayed corpse. He imagined Caprice and Dominika sprawled in their own pools of red elsewhere in the house. He could see all the staring faces he'd ever shot down. He could remember every single jerk and groan and grunt.
As the darkness closed in, he thought: This is not a bad way to die. Not a bad way at all.