Posted by Cruella on February 09, 2000 at 13:58:55:
In Reply to: The PB presents... Cruella's First Story! posted by Sam (of Sam's Place) on February 09, 2000 at 13:51:38:
Cruella's Revenge Part II
Inside, she paused for just a moment to orient herself. She was at the end of a long dark hallway; the bedroom where her quarry was, she thought, should be straight ahead and slightly to her left, where she could see some faint light trickling into the hall. She started walking, her stride purposeful, the heels of her boots making a ticking sound on the hardwood floor, headed for the light.
She'd only gotten about halfway down the hall when the sound of a muffled gunshot, followed by cries of fear in feminine voices, broke the heavy silence of the house.
Cruella, a shock running through her body, stopped where she was. "Oh, my Devil!" she swore silently. Knowing that the gunshot hadn't meant a threat to her, she moved on, much more quickly now, hoping she wasn't too late but knowing that the chance that she wasn't was slim.
Within a few seconds, she'd reached the door of the bedroom. Peeking inside, she saw the two other girls on the bed, both of them crying and squirming even more desperately to free themselves, or at least to get a little further away from Orio.
Helga was lying on the floor. There was still semen on her lips and cheek, and there was now a sizeable black-edged hole in her head just above and in front of her left ear. Blood trickled from the hole, and it had totally soaked her hair in the back, where the slug had made its exit. Helga's eyes were open and staring; her body was still twitching, her legs jerking without coordination.
Outside the door, Cruella's eyes narrowed, and again she gave voice to the snakelike hiss. Bastard, she said silently as she watched Orio, who was doing an inane sort of a little victory dance, as if he actually thought he'd won some sort of victory by shooting the helplessly bound girl. You will pay, much more dearly now, she thought. Glancing again at Helga's body, she shook her head. So pretty; far too pretty to have been wasted on the likes of Orio. Regretting now that she'd taken the time to watch the man while he'd raped the girl, knowing what it had cost, she looked around the room, taking note of everything there, and began making her plans.
Just beyond the now-still corpse, Orio was still doing his little dance, laughing insanely as he turned in a circle. Right beside him, Cruella noticed, was a set of three pipes laying against the wall, running from floor to ceiling. Exposed electrical conduits, Cruella assumed; this house was old, and probably had been lighted originally with gaslight, the electricity having been added later. The corners of her lips curved upwards in a little smile. Those could be handy, she told herself, if he stayed close enough to them. She put her case on the floor, opened it, and took out what she needed.
Patiently, she waited until his dance had turned his face away from her. Then she made her move, a sudden rush. She almost streaked across the room, her cape swirling out behind her, and she was upon Orio before he even knew she was there. With practised quickness, she grabbed his right arm, jerked it down, and snapped one side of the specially made, stainless steel handcuffs she'd taken from her case on his wrist. Before he could react, she'd snapped the other end around one of the conduits. Finally, with a quick hard blow from her knuckles against his wrist, she sent the .38 flying from his hand. She watched where it landed; seeing that it was clearly out of his reach, she dismissed it from her mind.
Disbelieving it, looking stunned, Orio looked around at her as she stepped back out of his reach. He jerked on the cuff; neither it nor the pipe yielded at all. Rapidly, his confusion turned to rage. "Bitch!" he screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Just wait 'till I get loose! You're in big trouble, missie!" He jerked on the cuffs again, found them just as unyielding, then fumbled with them ineffectively for a moment. "Goddamn it!" he roared. "I'll get you for this, bitch!"
Cruella straightened her clothes and smiled. "You say I'm a bitch," she murmured, her voice low and silky, "like that was a bad thing." She chuckled. "But the fact is, you're not going to 'get' anyone else, not tonight. You're the one who's in trouble, my dear. I imagine that in a little while you're going to wish you'd never met me." She fell silent, her green eyes fixed on his.
He started to yell at her again, but, looking into those eyes, he decided against it. Only now was it dawning on him that he was as helpless now as Helga had been before. His eyes strayed to the gun, which was lying fifteen feet away on the carpet, but he quickly flicked them back, hoping that the intimidating woman with the black-and-white hair hadn't noticed it. Who the hell, he asked himself, was she? Where had she come from, how had she found him? She smiled at him, and the smile itself brought his own fears to life. Frantically, he started jerking on the handcuff again, knowing it wasn't possible to break it but hoping he could tear out the conduit. As before, it didn't give, and he only succeeded in cutting his wrist on the steel of the cuff.
Blood began to run down his arm, and Cruella caught the smell of it. As if inhaling the aroma of a finely cooked meal, she raised her head slightly, breathed deeply, and gazed at the red streaks on his arm and hand. "Ah, I see you don't like it here now," she said softly. "Tough luck. Tell me, why did you kill this fine young woman?"
"I was just playing," he shouted. "You know that, you know what I mean, I can tell..."
Cruella nodded. "I do. But let me tell you, my dear, you do not know what playing is." She shook her head. "Let me show you the way..."
"What about us?" one of the girls lying on the bed cried, interrupting her. "What about us, what's going to happen to us?"
Cruella turned to them and saw the terror in their eyes. They did not know--indeed, Cruella told herself, they had no way of knowing--if their situation might not be even worse than it had been before. She moved toward them. "No, hush, my dears," she said, her tone soothing. "You'll be okay. Here, let me free you from these cuffs and from this awful place."
Angel flinched away slightly when Cruella reached for her, but the green-eyed woman merely smiled. Flicking the catch on another of her many rings, she popped out a lockpicking tool and expertly unlocked the girl's handcuffs. "Now," she said when Linda had been freed, "I want you both to go outside, sit down on the steps, and wait for me. Don't come back in, no matter what sorts of sounds you hear. Understand?" The girls nodded, smiled at her with tear-stained faces, and scurried from the room. Cruella waited until she heard the front door open and close.
Then she retrieved her bag from the hallway where she'd left it. "Now back to you, you little shit for brains!" she said to Orio, her tone now anything but soothing. She reached into the bag and drew out a long black bullwhip. "What were you thinking, playing with women like these? Men like you piss me off so bad, I can't begin to tell you..." She smiled brightly. "I supposed I'll have to show you."
Before he could even formulate an answer, the whip slashed through the air with a gunshot-like sound. The tip sizzled across his chest, severing two of the leather straps crossing it. A second stroke followed quickly, and this one did not spare his flesh. Blood exploded in a fine red mist as it cut a deep incision across his lower chest; it felt more like he'd been struck with the edge of a sword than with a whip. Again the whip cracked, and again his skin parted. He shrank back from her as far as the handcuffs would allow, his eyes wide open in terror. This can't be happening, he screamed at himself silently, it can't be real!
But the whip kept coming, the explosive cracks kept sounding, the blood kept flying, Cruella kept laughing, and Orio kept hearing someone screaming. It was a moment before he realized that he was doing the screaming himself...
Outside the house, Linda and Angel, following almost the letter of Cruella's command, stood on the front steps by the door, trying to understand what happened. They looked at each other, thankful that they still were alive.
"Linda, what happened to us?" Angel asked. She was shaking from the strength of her emotions. Her lips trembled as she spoke. "Linda? Linda, how did we get here? I remember being in the bar, and I remember waking up here... Linda, how did we get here?"
Linda didn't reply. She was standing perfectly still, her eyes staring into space blankly. In shock from watching Helga's murder, she couldn't move, she couldn't say anything.
Angel, needing her friend's companionship and support at the moment, was close to panic. Her voice rose in volume until she was screaming into Linda's ear. "WHAT HAPPENED, LINDA?!" She grabbed the blond girl's shoulder, shook her, tried to wake her up, tried to make her come back to the here and now.
At last, slowly, Linda turned her eyes towards Angel. "I--I--I'm not sure," she stuttered. "I'm not sure..." Angel, glad that Linda had finally spoken, breathed a sigh of relief. Relaxing a bit, she put her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Come on, let's sit down and wait 'till all this is over, so we can go home." The two women sat down and stared into the darkness, trying not to listen to the muffled screams coming from the house behind them. Broken and damaged, they sat still and quiet, not daring to look inside.
If they had, they would have seen Cruella standing in front of the bleeding and helpless Orio, laughing, hard and loud. This was exactly what she had in mind, exactly. To punish this useless soul, to hurt him to the bones--literally. She knew what his destiny was; after all, she'd chosen it for him. He wasn't going to like it, that was certain.
Finally lowering her whip, she walked up to him. Lifting his chin with a crooked finger, she looked deep into the eyes. "Okay," she murmured. "Let's see.... you still think you're able to get a hold on me? You still think you're going to make me pay for this?"
"No, no, I don't!" he whimpered. Trembling, he tried to tear his eyes away from hers, but he no longer could defy her even to that extent. "Please, please, don't hurt me anymore. I beg of you, please let me go."
Cruella pursed her lips and gave him a bemused look. "Didn't those three young ladies ask the same thing of you when you were playing with them?" she asked, her voice stone cold.
"Yes, yes, they did," he admitted. "and I'm sorry."
Her eyes narrowed. "Yeah. You're sorry. Like that will bring Helga back, the woman you killed!".
Orio looked as if he were about to burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I really am," he mumbled.
"How sorry are you?" Cruella asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
"I'll do anything you say, I swear."
"You swear now, good...... You know, I have this itchy feeling in my crotch. I want you to make it go away."
He nodded his head furiously, "Yes, okay, let me loose and I'll fulfill your every need," he
said eagerly. "Whatever you want, however you want it."
Cruella laughed harshly. "No way!" she snapped. "You think I'm an idiot or something? No,
dear, you'll have to do it tied up, just like you are right now." She grinned. "Just like Helga had to do it tied up."
His face tightened slightly. "Shit," he thought. But to Cruella, he merely nodded eager agreement.
She walked up to him, and, deliberately mimicking the way he'd treated Helga, put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his knees. "Come on now," she ordered, pulling her dress up to her waist. She was nude underneath. "Suck this pussy, make up for what you did. If I'm satisfied, maybe I'll set you free." She grabbed his hair and pushed his face hard between her legs.
As he began to lick at her sex, she squeezed his shoulder, bringing her nails into play. Like tiny knives they sank into his skin, and five little trickles of fresh blood began flow down his back and chest. She felt his muscles moving under her hand, she felt his desire to jerk away and she felt him fighting it. She could almost read his mind; he was telling himself to ignore the pain, telling himself not to think about it, telling himself that if he did this right it might well save his life.
Certainly he was trying hard enough. His tongue slid slowly along her full lips. She had no hair
on her private parts, they felt smooth and slick. She tasted like no other woman he'd ever had before, and, in spite of his pain, he began to get excited. He could feel his own blood, flowing freely from the cuts the whip had left and front the punctures her nails had inflicted, running warm down his arms, back, his chest; running down over his belly towards his half erect manhood.
Incredibly, in spite of his desperate circumstances, the pain, and the flowing blood, he found that he was enjoying himself. Not possible, he told himself, but his body was saying something else. Confused, he tried to focus on pleasing Cruella, and, apparently, he was succeeding; he heard her moan softly, and as she did he felt a strange and inexplicable desire to please her more--for her sake, not because it might save his life.
Very tentatively at first--he didn't want to do anything wrong, for more than one reason--he laid his free hand on her thigh and began sliding it upward. She said nothing, and, taking her silence as permission, he kept moving his hand. He wanted to feel all of her, every curve of her body. Looking up, he saw her arching her neck backwards. It wouldn't take much longer now, he told himself. She was amazingly wet, he could feel her fluids on his tongue. Becoming even more excited himself, he slipped his hand on up until he was cupping one of the cheeks of her soft smooth ass. Here he hesitated, but, as he moved his fingers toward the center of her body, she still didn't object, and, at last, he slipped them between her cheeks. He couldn't resist; very gently, ready to pull back instantly if she objected, he slid one finger up into her ass.
A little surprised, Cruella looked down at him. No, she told herself, she could see it in his eyes, the total submission; he would stop whatever liberties he was taking at the slightest word from her. Beside, she didn't really mind, it was giving her just the extra stimulation she needed. She felt her orgasm coming, a tickling feeling all over, starting with her toes, rushing upward--then, finally an eruption of trembling muscles between her legs. Ah, yes, she said silently, this felt good.... She allowed herself a smile as the sensation of fluttering butterfly wings inside her made its way to her stomach. She groaned and stiffened as her liquids flooded wildly. Looking down again, she saw the man
trembling from excitement as he furiously licked up her cum. His dick was hard now, like solid steel. Again, it was as if she could see into his mind; she could feel his erection as he did, bouncing between his legs. He wanted to come, but he was afraid to touch his own hardness without express permission from her.
Cruella sighed, and her eyes dropped closed for a moment as he slipped his fingertip out of her ass. Taking a short step away from him, she moved toward her bag, but the toe of her shoe slipped under it and it toppled over on the floor, making a metallic crashing sound. The top gaped open, and Orio's eyes widened as he glimpsed the assortment of tools and toys she was carrying. One of them, a glossy black dildo at least a foot long and more than two inches in diameter, rolled out onto the carpet, as if offering itself.
"Oh, my God," he said silently. "Not that." He snatched it up off the floor and reached for the bag, planning to right it for her and hoping to get the big dildo back in it before she noticed it, but it was a little too far away, just out of his reach. Desperately he stretched for it, but it was too far; all he succeeded in doing was cutting his own wrist a bit more on the handcuff that still held him fast. Opening her eyes, Cruella saw him holding the dildo. "Ah, you wanna play some more?" she asked, her tone sultry. "I see you're nice and hard. You must really enjoy this. You've learned something new about yourself tonight, haven't you?"
"No, no, this is not what I want," he screamed silently. But no sound came from his lips. He wanted to, but couldn't, he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. His mouth felt dry, his stomach felt like it was full of small creatures running around frenetically. His dick, as hard as it had ever been in his life, kept throbbing, kept bouncing up and down slightly.
Smiling at him, her green eyes twinkling, Cruella reached out and took the dildo from him. Watching his eyes, she slid it along her wet cunt, lubricating it thoroughly. "Turn around," she ordered, her tone severe. Without the slightest hesitation he did as he was told. "Now bend over, my dear," she continued. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass with this, I'm gonna fuck you hard. While I do, you may help yourself. Take your dick into your hand and jerk yourself off."
He finally found the courage to speak. "No, please, don't," he managed to whisper.
He didn't know if she'd heard him or not, but, either way, the intrusion he was waiting for did not come. Unsure of what he should do, he decided to follow her orders; he took his dick in his hand and began stroking it slowly. He heard her heels on the carpet as she stepped away from him, stayed for a moment, then came back. He couldn't see what she was doing, and he didn't feel he dared look around. Patiently, helplessly, he waited for the dildo to intrude into his body.
But then, without warning, something cold was clipped to the back of his scrotum, near his ass. He frowned, not knowing what it was; there was a small pain as the jaws of some little clip closed on his skin. Then another, this time around the front side of his scrotal sac. Whatever it was, it was very small, nothing like the dildo. He barely had time to wonder what this was all about before he heard the soft click of a button.
With an explosion of almost unbelievable pain, an electric shock surged through his dick, balls and scrotum. He screamed, and his hand clenched at his own dick painfully. There was another click and, as quickly as it had come, the pain stopped--but it left him feeling dizzy and strange.
Behind him, Cruella chuckled. "How do you like that?" she asked "Wait, don't answer yet. Let me give you another little sample." Not giving him a chance to answer, she unclipped the electrode at the back of his scrotum and forced it into his ass. Again she pushed the button, and again a shock swept through him. Frantically, he kept pumping at his dick, harder then ever now, experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time, no longer really able to tell one from the other.
"Now, come on, pump it, make yourself come!" Cruella yelled at him as she stopped the current. He jerked at his dick even more furiously, and kept it up even when she pushed the button yet again and sent the current racing through his body once more. He grunted savagely, still masturbating like a madman even while the current flowed. Cruella could feel his excitement, she knew quite well what was happening to him. So many mixed emotions; pain, fear, excitement, anger. Stopping the current, she snatched the electrode out of his ass and replaced it with the tip of the huge black dildo. Using as much force as necessary, she shoved it into him.
He shrieked; even he could not believe the sound that came out of him. "Yes, that's it," Cruella crooned. "Spread your legs a little more, dear." As before, he obeyed instantly, and she shoved the last few inches of the dildo inside him.
Watching him trying desperately to get himself off, Cruella trembled a little. "Turn around," she commanded abruptly. "I wanna suck your dick."
As before, he obeyed instantly, but now he looked stunned. She really wasn't going to do that for him, was she? Wide-eyed, still amazed but more than delighted, he watched her get down on her knees, watched her brilliant red lips approaching his impossibly hard dick. Her tongue snaked out and touched the tip of his dick. He could both see and feel his dick getting even harder somehow, as if it were about to explode, and at the same time his balls tightened.
Then a warm sensual feeling flooded over him. She actually had taken his dick in her mouth! It was too much for him, his semen demanded a way out, he felt it coming. All his senses seemed incredibly sharp; he felt the dildo, filling him completely, his muscles tight around it. "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he shouted.
Cruella took the first couple of spurts into her mouth, and looked up at his ecstatic face. A hard look appeared in her eyes; she opened her mouth wide, then snapped it closed.
Orio suddenly stopped yelling, as if a switch had been thrown. "What the fuck?" he asked, his tone almost mild. He looked down, then back up at Cruella, and horror filled his eyes.
She was laughing--around his bloody, severed dick. As if it were a sausage, she bit it in half and swallowed the pieces along with his semen. Stunned, unable to believe it, he looked down again, watching a little fountain of blood spurting from the stump of his penis.
Cruella wiped her lips. "Some girls," she said offhandedly, "don't like to swallow. But I do!" She laughed again, then patted his head. "That's the end of your punishment, my dear, you did fine," she told him. "You've satisfied my every need, and as I promised I will set you free, free from your life." She glanced at the gun, lying where it had fallen a few yards away. She considered picking it up and sending a slug through his head, ear to ear.
But no, she told herself, this was better. She picked up his camera instead, and took several pictures of him as he lay writhing in pain and terror. It would take a while, she told herself, for him to die of the blood loss; waiting would be a waste of her time. Without even a backward glance she picked up her bag and left him, giving him the privilege of bleeding to death, of dying at his own pace. Outside, the girls were still waiting for her. It was time she got them home.
The End.