Posted by Juli on February 14, 2001 at 18:11:51:
Sara Redeamed
Sara was dead tired when she got home from work. Work, a word for what one does in order to have a life. It certainly wasn't life to go to the bank every day and sit in the basement making international transfers, but she made good money and she did have a man, Nick. Nick was Sara's lover from almost the first night she had met him. Tall, darkly handsome and somewhat roguish, it was Nick who had turned Sara on to the pornographic side of the internet. That side that had become outlawed now in this 7th year of the Bush-Cheney administration. What as worse was that Bush's brother, Jeb was likely to replace him in the White House and was even more conservative and antiporn than George. Wasn't it bad enough that the FBI's major job at the present was to search out the offenders to the internet porn act and see that they were properly punished. Sara had been hooked, she was totally into all the floods of sexually oriented material and fetish material that existed on this electronic net. Even though most of it had been forced overseas, it was still pretty easy to access as long as one did not stay on line too long and become traceable.
As dangerous as it was, she was totally and hopefully hooked. She and Nick had been amassing a gigantic collection of pornography: asian, oral, fetish, cum, hardcore, group, blondes, redheads, babes, cartoons, teens, and even snuff. The continued to collect even though many they had dealt with had disappeared and some had turned up dead under strange circumstances. As Sara started to undress, she thought about what would fill her evening, she looked through her disks and read the labels, "D'Que, Marquis, Necrobabes, Peter's Erotic Horror, Hardcore Junky, Amazons Blackplague. Even Dolcett, and more than that in the more than 50 zip disks she had full." Necrobabes was one of her favorites, she had this fetish for pretending to die and to slowly writhe and twist on the floor to a bullet in the gut or knife in the navel with fake blood covering her belly until Nick licked it off during his post mortem investigation of her death. She and Nick had gotten quite good at his strangling her until she passed out. It was stangely erotic to her and she would become so hot and wet that he could barely keep his cock inside her slippery cunt.
She finally found the one she was hunting for, "Necrobabes the best of Carrie, Becky, Gia, and Kayla. " She wondered if these girls went to Europe when NB moved to Sweden in 2005. There was something about how these girls could take an attack on their bellies or boobs and still keep coming back for more. How they could wriggle around on the floor with their guts ripped asunder and then fade away with those glorious death stares. She had looked in the archieves for every photostory any of them had ever done.
Sara turned on the computer and went into the bedroom to change clothes and get ready for her night of sex. She kicked her shoes off and shoved them over beside the bed so she could find them easily in the morning. She unhooked the pants of her pant suit and slid them over her luscious hips and down her smooth thighs and legs to the floor. Picking them up and tossing them over into the clothes basket and she holds up two fingers mocking the basketball players on TV. She then unbuttons her shirt one button at a time from bottom to top. With a shrug, the shirt fell over her shoulder and slid down her arms and soon joined the pants in the clothes basket. She looked in her dresser drawer, but could not see anything there or through the closet door that interested her. Finally, she opened Nick's drawer and took out one of his T-Shirts and walked into the master bath.
This will have to do she thought, and she did love to wear them. They hung just below her hips but not so far as to "get in the way." Sara looked in the mirror as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She slowly let it fall to the floor and grinned as she watched her 34C tits bounce free from their containment with their nipples already hard from expectation. Her hands moved over her lithe body feeling the smooth skin of her flat belly and following the gentle curve of her side down onto her hips where her fingers hooked in the elastic of her panties. Pulling them down over her slightly curved ass and exposing her neatly trimmed pubic region as the were slowly shoved down her legs and she stepped out of them. Sara was a beautiful woman with long reddish brown hair. She always attracted male attention when she entered a room or walked past on the street, her cute ass swaying and her ample tits bouncing under a shirt. On the beach in a bikini, she was devestating. She put the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down till it just covered her butt and pulled her hair out of the neck and straightened it.
She was now ready. She went back into the living room and to the desk. Taking the mouse in one hand, she begins clicking on icons and looking at the images that came up on the screen. First, some pictures of Becky tacking knives and swords in the gut and a bullet or two to the boobs. She had always loved the expressions of Becky's face and her death stare. She also could get very hot over Becky's body. As she moved the mouse around, her free hand dropped into her lap and pulled the hem of the t-shirt gently up her thighs as they parted and the musky smell drifted up to her as her fingers found the trimmed hair of her pussy. One of her fingers began a trip down her slit, which was being made smooth by the juices flowing from her. Her hips began to gently gyrate as her index finger found her wet dark hole and shoved gently into it.
There it was joined by the middle and ring finger as she clicked the mouse onto a hardcore porn site and brought up some pictures of giant cocks invading wet pussys and pretended it was her and Nick. Her three fingers were becoming totally wet with her juices as they moved faster and faster in and out of her steaming hole. She could feel her hard nipples trying t tear through the fabric of the t-shirt as the fingers would dive in to their full length and then she would wiggle them around before drawing them out along the slippery inner walls which were beginning to contract on them like they were some strange 3 headed cock. Her heart was racing and her breathing rapid and shallow as she approached an orgasm. She was barely able to keep any attention to the screen where there was a picture of a small Japanese with a cock that must be 2 inches in diameter stuck deep inside her like a spear. Just then she found an old MPEG by Dr Don of some model being machine gunned in the belly.
As the fingers moved faster and faster, her moans became more and more audible. She was practically screaming as the sounds of her wet hand on wet groin reminded her of Nicks groin slapping against hers when they would fuck which was often. She could feel a puddle forming on the seat of the mock leather chair under her from the escape of her love juices. Finally, she could take no more and pulled up the shirt over her ample breasts and began to squeeze and rub her nipples with one hand while the other crashed and twisted into her cunt as she arched her back and squealed in orgasm. She dropped back down into the chair in near exhaustion pulling out her wet fingers smelling and tasting them and wishing it was Nick's face she was licking it off of. Sara signed off the computer and turned out the light as she went into the bedroom to get ready for bed.
She drew a bath in the master bathroom and removed the t-shirt, the tail of which was soaking wet by now and put it on the towel rack to dry as she stepped into the tub. Sitting and leaning back, she put her head on a folded towel at the end looking up only to spread some of the soapy lather over the firm skin of her body. The warm water made her sleepy and as she laid with her head on the towel, she covered her eyes with a wash cloth.
Sara was almost asleep and did not hear the turn of the doorknob in the living room. She had forgotten to lock the door and a shape entered through the open door. The shape was that of a woman, shapely but on the shorter side of average. Even in the dark, the shape could be made out to be quite well endowed and distributed. She made her way as though she had been there before to the bedroom where she quickly removed her clothes as she saw the light from the bath. Naked, she opened the bathroom door and entered and creeped closer to the tub getting down on her knees at the edge. As she was reaching toward Sara a timer went off on the counter and Sara raised her head and the washcloth fell from her eyes.
Sara couldn't believe her eyes, "It's you!!" With that, a hand found her throat and another found the hollow between her breasts and her head was shoved under the water. She fight to the surface, "Becky, why, how, you are real." Yes, it was Becky the necrobabe, and the hand on Sara's throat knotted in her hair instead pulling her face back under the water. She smiled as she watched Sara try to hold her breath as Sara's cheeks inflated. "I'm the one that belongs to Nick, not you" Becky growled as bubbles start escaping Sara's mouth and nostrils. The hand on her chest moves to a boob and pushes down forcing more air from Sara. Becky watched as more and more air bubbles escape from Sara and she holds her firmly to the bottom of the tub as she sees the terrified expression on Sara's pretty face through the mirky water. Sara struggles for a short time and finally there is a last rush of bubbles, but Becky holds her to the bottom as Sara's eyes stay wide with a gaze to rival the best in any of the old Necrobabes photos.
Becky dries off and goes to the phone in the bedroom and calls a number. "It's done sweetie," she coos into the phone. "Hurry I need you" as she hangs up the phone. She then climbs between the sheets of the king size bed naked and waits thinking about the fucking to come. About twenty minutes later, Nick arrives and stops at the bed kissing her before looking in the bath. "Good job, sweetheart" he says. Becky watches as Nick does a strip for her. She cares little about his shirt, pants, socks and shoes, but when the boxers come off and his semi hard massive cock springs out, he has her full attention.
Nick pulls back the sheets and puts a big hand on each of Becky's knees spreading them as his head drops and he begins to lick her slit and encircle her clit with his tongue before beginning to move it in and out of her. The earlier activity and her natural desire has her heated in minutes and she is begging him to stick his now rock hard erection into her. Nick is happy to assist as her moves up between her legs as she wraps them around him. He deftly guides his cock into her with his hand and watches as it slides effortlessly into her depths. Nick begins to move his hips and drive his massive manhood in and out of her feeling her smooth walls grasp him. Becky is gasping and moaning as she reaches orgasm and does not feel Nick lean toward the edge of the bed and take a gun from his jacket on the floor as his hot cum flows through his cock and spills a load deep into her cunt until it is flowing out around him and covering both their groins with its stickiness.
Becky opens her eyes and looks up at him as she feels a coolness just above her navel. She looks down to see a semiautomatic .22 caliber pistol with silencer. The cold metal is against her soft warm skin. As she starts to ask why, he pulls the trigger and the coolness is replaced with a burning as the hot powder and metal burn her skin and the bullet rips through her blowing bits of viscera out her back into the bed mattress. He shivers as another gob of cum is shot into her cunt as he aims the gun and blows another hole through her left nipple completely obliterating it leaving a crater that fills with blood and watches as it oozes down her boob like a red volcano.
Becky lays quietly with only small tremors in her legs and arms and her eyes fixed open as the light slowly fades from her eyes. Nick gets a digital camera from the closet and begins to take pictures of both Becky and Sara's bodies. He can't wait to put these on the internet thinking it's a good thing the guys at work down know what he does in his spare time. After all, it wouldn't pay for it to get out that one of the FBI's porn patrol was also one of the internets largest pornographers. Soon he would find a new woman to replace these two. He had completed one job of getting Becky back in the country so she could be punished and Sara, well she was just gravy and would look so cute on the internet site he was making and calling U.S. Snuff Babes of the Net.
Nick leaves the apartment putting yellow crime scene tape in an "X" over the door and hanging a sign saying "FBI Porn Patrol Crime Scene, Do NOT Enter" on the door.