A Story by SnuffKing
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Conspirator If I wanted to go all the way, and I really had to do just that, I needed a place of peace and safety where I could take my victim. I also needed a fellow conspirator. For that position I had only one man that I felt comfortable to trust, Nicholas, Nick amongst friends, my personal assistant and second executive director of my small company. We had been buddies in Jugoslavia, and when I came into my new found wealth, I had made sure he'd gotten more than a fair share of it. He was a gentle man, about 34 and at that time newly married. I was not at all sure that his gratitude towards me would be enough to persuade him to commit murder. I had to test him, and if he failed, seduce him. Three weeks after the plane-crash, just before closing hour, I called him to my office and told him that I would like to go at have a drink with him. He knew that this meant that I had something important to discuss with him, so he did not object. A few minutes later we were driving down town in his 1998 Lincoln Town Car. He was driving, I was sprawled over the back seats as always, enjoying a great cigar. Unfortunately Nick doesn't smoke, so I could not share the pleasure with him. He wanted to drive us to our regular hangout, but I told him that I craved something new, and that he should find a less formal place in the more interesting part of town. He looked at me a little concerned, perhaps a little intrigued, but did as I said without question. It had been a while since we last hung out this way, and it was obvious from his constant talking and high spirits that he had missed my company. I had missed Nick's company too, but I had been very busy catching up with business after my vacation in France. "Do you like her?" I asked as we passed a prostitute who stood by the side of street. We had entered the less fashionable part of the city, and street hookers was a common thing. Nick looked at me and smiled. "You know I'm a a married man, Jack." He said and laughed. He also slowed down the car and checked her out in the rear view mirror. "I didn't ask if you wanted to fuck her. I asked if you like her. The way she looks, I mean." "Oh that. Yes I do, but don't tell Maya!" He replied and laughed again. I knew I had found what I was looking for. I quickly scanned the street looking for her pimp and other whores. Satisfied that she was working alone, I asked Nick to stop the car. "Surely you don't want to have sex with that tramp? Who knows what she might be carrying around." He said as he stopped the car and backed back towards the girl. She smiled at us through the rear windshield and walked to the curb. "Of course not. I just want to have a little fun. Trust me." I said and pushed the door open in her side. "Get in, quick. OK Nick, get us out of here." "Hi, my name is Ebony." She said and smiled wide, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth. Of course you are, I thought and smiled back. She was black, with long curly hair, a black band that covered her forehead and a tight white skirt and gaudy top of the kind that just fails to meet the skirt, thus leaving her belly button exposed. "What can I do for you two gentlemen?" She said and looked around, obviously impressed with the car. "You can start by sucking my dick, Ebony." I said and showed her my money clip, just to assure her that we didn't need to discuss her fee. She looked at the bundle, greedily. Then she unbuttoned my pants and started earning her money. Nick laughed lewdly from the drivers seat. He knew what to expect from me, or rather, he knew that he could never be sure what to expect from me. "Take us back to the office, Nick." Ebony was obviously a rookie at her profession, for when we arrived back at the office building fifteen minutes later, she still hadn't made me come. And that was in spite of the fact that I was exceedingly horny, in anticipation of the events I had planned for the evening. The building was empty, since I was always the last one to leave, and it was still too early for the cleaning crew to come by. Parking the car in the parking basement, we made our way into the building unseen. "Cool place." Ebony said and looked around at all the pictures and sculptures that adorned the wide hall where I had my office. "Do you work here?" "Yes. Actually I own this place." I said and lead her down to the staff restroom. We have a small bathroom there as well. I showed her to it and asked her to shower for us. "And make a show of it. You're a hot little number, Ebony, let it show." "OK gentlemen, take you seats!" Ebony giggled and gestured for us to sit down on the small dresser bench that hung on the wall opposite of the shower. "What the fuck are you up to, Jack?" Nick said as we sat down. "You'll find out soon enough. Just enjoy the show for now." I said and gestured for Ebony to begin.   Killing Ebony When we hard the splashing of the water cease in the shower, I opened the door, and we walked in. Ebony was totally naked and still dripping wet. She looked at us and smiled, but her smile quickly faded as she saw the serious look in our eyes. The ventured a nervous giggle. "Do you have a towel I could use?" "Don't you worry about that Ebony." I said and walked over to her. She jumped away nervously, pressing her naked body against the wet wall of the shower. I grabbed her arms and looked sternly into her eyes. "I'm afraid that we have no further use for you. Nick?" "Augh! No! You're hurting me!" She yelled as I pulled her out from the wall and twisted her right arm around. I grabbed both her wrists, holding them crossed behind her back, locking her arms. Nick walked over to stand in front of Ebony. He took the shower hose and wrapped it once around her neck. "Slow down, Nick. I know you are eager to get this over with, but we shouldn't rush it. That would be a waste." I said as he started pulling at the hose. He stopped and looked at me curiously. Ebony screamed and kicked, but for now we both ignored her struggles. "I mean, look at her Nick. Isn't she a cute one?" I said and kissed Ebony's shoulder. Either it was the coldness of the room, or the fear in her body, for her body trembled and her skin twitched as my lips touched it. "Imagine all the joy and pain, all the hardship and triumph, and all the experiences that has gone into making her what she is today. Soon all that will be gone. The least we can do is try to enjoy this precious creature that we are about to destroy." "If you think I'm the kind of guy who enjoys killing defenseless women, than you don't know me very well!" Nick hissed defiantly. "I'm only doing this to... to save our ass!" "But what does it matter if you enjoy it or not? The result will be the same. She will die." I said, almost yelling to make myself heard above the newest outburst of pleas and threats that erupted from Ebony's pretty lips. "The pain and fear is inevitable. The cruelty unavoidable. To destroy all that she is and rub her of all future possibilities. That's what murder is about. The least we can do is enjoy who she is right now, since she will be in this world no more." "That's fucked up." He said, but laughed. I could see in his eyes that he viewed Ebony in a new light, perhaps contemplating the implications of what I had just suggested. "But what about killing her fast, so she won't suffer? Surely knowing that you're going to die, and be totally powerless to do anything about it, must be terrible. We shouldn't draw that out any longer than necessary." He continued, pulling the hose tight. Ebony pulled her head back and gasped for air, struggling even harder to pull free. I pressed my dick against her ass, enjoying the warmth of her body rubbing against me as she struggled. "OK, we do it you way, Nick. But look into her eyes and see the terror. The terror of being at the end of everything. Don't you wonder what is ending? Don't you wonder what she'll miss since she's going to die so very young? What she has gotten out of life, and what she wanted out of it? All those millions of questions and emotions wrapped up in this singular moment and rapidly approaching moment. The moment of her death." "Damn it, you always were a salesman!" Nick laughed and let go of the hose. Ebony gasped and swallowed all the air she could manage, relieved that she could breathe again. I knew that it was just short respite, and that when we started strangling her again, the pain would be even worse for its repetition. "How do we do it? What do you suggest?" "First of all, you should let yourself enjoy the body of your victim. She has already given you head, but surely there are more parts of her that you find attractive, and would like to explore before she's just a dead thing?" I said, tempted to let go of Ebony's arms and do a bit of exploring myself. But this one was for Nick, I thought. I had to relinquish the most enjoyable part of snuffing a beautiful young woman so Nick could develop an appetite. "Let go of the hose. We'll return to that soon enough." "OK" Nick said and let it hang loose around the terrified girl's neck. "You are right, of course, there is a world of pleasure to experience and explore right here." He put his hands on Ebony's shoulders and traced her clavicles with his index fingers, made his way down her chest until he at last hugged her firm young tits in his hands. "You can't go through with this!" Ebony whined. "Somebody must have seen you pick me up! You can't get away with this, you can't!" "Nobody saw us, and you know it." I whispered in her ear, as Nick started sucking her tits and let his hands play with her smooth thighs. "And even if they saw us, they won't give a shit. If your pimp saw us, he can't do shit. Reporting it will just bring the heat down on him. You're nothing but a cheap street whore, Ebony. Your life is not even worth the fuss. You know that, don't you?" "No! I'm not a whore. My real name is not even Ebony." She whined. "I hope you are listening, while you enjoy her body, Nick." I said and laughed. "I think Ebony, or what's her name, is about to reveal something very important about her life. Something that will give us a clue as to what precious little creature we're about to kill." "I'm listening." Nick grinned back and pressed his tongue into her belly button. "Go on, Ebony. Tell us your captivating story." I said in a mock patronizing voice. "You are awful! You are sick, twisted, fucked up, power-crazed, capitalistic, manipulative mother-fuckers! You think you can get away with anything just because you're rich! It's people like you that has fucked up this world. Assholes!" Ebony screamed. I kissed her on her cheek, rewarding her for her bravery. "You do have some spunk, putting your body on the street, and insulting the shit out of the people that decide whether you live or die. You do realize that your only chance of living beyond this day is for you to make us take pity on you?" I whispered and nippled at her ear. She started crying. It was really quite sad and cute, the way her sobbing made her whole body tremble, and jerked her shoulders up and down. "My name is Jessica, and I'm 18 years old! I've only worked the streets for half a year, after I finished high-school. I'm just trying to save up some money for college so I can study medicine!" Ebony, now revealed as Jackie, sobbed. "I'm just trying to get an education, damn-it. I'm not a cheap slut! You have no right to treat me like this!" It was indeed captivating: A poor young woman struggling to make it the only way she could. My respect for the young woman grew, increasing the sadness and sense of cruelty I felt about killing her, which in turn just made the thought of snuffing out her life all the more intense and tempting. Indeed, she was not just a whore, with all the stereotypes that went along with it. She was a woman with dreams and ambitions, and an iron will to make them come true, no matter how much pain and fighting it would take. "That's wonderful, Jessica. When you have a dream you should go for it. You never know how life is going to turn out, do you? All you can rely on is your own instincts and ambitions." I whispered to her and kissed her neck and shoulders. "I'm sorry you're not going to make it, Jessica. This is the end of the road for you. What do you say, Nick? Can we snuff her now?" "Yes, I think we know her well enough to treasure her memory forever." He said as he rose to his feet with a big smile on his face. "Well, at least we know her name and her story. I have had a pretty good look on her tits, stomach and pussy, and I assume you dick has worked intensively on her sweet little ass." I was surprised at how fast Nick had catched up on my thing. I had expected him to be more reluctant, expected that he would need a lot more convincing and coaching. Nick grabbed the hose again and pressed himself against Jessica, so she could not kick at him. He kissed her forehead and cheeks, in spite of her mad squirming, but she was pinned between us, like a living toy. "No, please don't! Please, Nick, don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Jessica whined and begged as Nick slowly -so as to enjoy all the phases of ever increasing fear and pain that Jessica displayed on her face- pulled the hose tighter and tighter around her neck. "You can't do this! Please, no! Please! Please! Pleaargggrhhh... " Nick had constricted Jessica's throat to the point where it was impossible for her to breathe, much less beg. I could not enjoy the look of intense horror on Jessica's face as she felt her own life end, but I could see on Nick's smile that he saw it and loved it. Jessica fought to pull her arms loose, so she could claw at the arms that were killing her, but I held her firmly. Her legs kicked madly, but to no avail. Nick kept the hose tight for the remainder of her life. We shared and enjoyed the final moments of her struggles, savoring the feeble, pathetic spasms of her death throes, and the way it caused her body to press against ours. At last Jessica collapsed on the floor in a small puddle of her own piss, her empty eyes staring up at us, her face contorted by a silenced scream.Prelude to Murder After we had gotten rid of Jessica's body, Nick drove home to his wife. The next few days were business as usual, the memories of Jessica just an unspoken understanding between us. One afternoon, Nick came into my office as I was packing up for the day. I could see on his smile that he thought of Jessica. He closed the door behind him, poured himself a glass of brandy from the mini-bar and sat down in one of my recliner leather chairs. "You're an asshole, do you know that?" He said and laughed. "You made me kill that sweet little chick, and I loved it. I don't know if I should thank you for sharing with me that ultimate fantasy, or if I should kick your ass for being such a cold, manipulative, murdering bastard." "Well, I can see on your grin that you forgive me." I said and got myself a glass of whiskey. "So you liked it, didn't you?" "Hell yes. It was the cruelest thing I have ever done in my life, but the intensity. Wow. It blew my mind." He said and raised his glass. "To Jessica." "To Jessica!" "So what now?" Nick said after we had both finished our drinks. "I can't get it out of my mind. Now that you have seduced me, what is our next step?" "You think that killing that girl was fun?" Nick nodded. "Why?" "Because it was so intense. I could see all her dreams and fears flash by in her eyes as she died. I could feel her body struggle for her life, the ultimate struggle. What could possibly be more intense?" "Jessica was just a nobody. A street whore. A struggling student. All in all, she was pretty much nothing. All she had was ambitions, ambitions founded on nothing but dreams." I said as I poured both of us a new drink. "Then imagine what it would be like to snuff a beautiful woman who had already made it. Someone who was aware of her own worth, her talent and the realism of achieving her ultimate ambitions. What do you think it will be like to kill someone like that? Someone who is on top of the world, admired by all?" "Oh God, you killed her, didn't you? I remember some doctor hypothesizing that the depressions on Britney Spears's neck was caused by human hands. You fucking did it, right?" Nick said and smiled widely. I nodded in response and he laughed. "I looked into her eyes as all her dreams and talents were extinguished. And I tell you it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."Driving Miss Boyle Just as with Britney, my next celebrity kill was one of those gifts in life that just present them self out of the blue. We had been at a fund raiser rally, which is what they label extravagant parties in Hollywood, so the rich and famous don't have to feel guilty for wallowing in their wealth. Nick had functioned as my driver, patiently waiting in the black town car I used for formal occasions, while I pressed hands, ate some shrimp on a stick and pledged some money to God knows what unimportant and trivial cause. When I had gotten my fair share of idle chatter and back-scratching, which is to say pretty early in the evening, I went out to the car and asked Nick to drive me home. Since I was in the mood for some real fun, we headed down-town on the 101, when suddenly I remembered that I had forgotten my coat at the party. I had left my wallet in it, with all the credit cards and my checkbook. Since I intended the night to get really wild, I couldn't make due with Nick's cards, so we turned back towards Hollywood and Beverly Hills. As I turned down the street that lead to the private road of the party-keeper, Nick saw a slender figure walking by the roadside and brought the car to a halt. "Good evening, Miss Boyle." He said as he had rolled down the window. The noise stirred me from my half-slumbering state I had assumed on the comfortable back seats. I looked out of the window and saw Lara Flynn Boyle standing on the wide pavement, squinting against the street light to see into the car. ' "Mr. Tyron?" She said as she spotted me in the back. I remembered her being at the party, but I hadn't had a chance to talk to her. I have always found her extremely beautiful and talented, and if the chance had presented itself, I would have loved to talk to her. Now a chance of quite a different nature presented itself to me. "Lara!" I said and smiled at her. "What are you doing out on your own? A beautiful young women such as yourself could get into a lot of trouble walking the streets all by herself." "Well, I'll take my chances. It's such a beautiful night and my ride will be here any minute now." She said and looked up and down the street. Nick exploited her distraction and looked at me in the rear view mirror, eyebrows raised. I nodded. Almost simultaneously we opened our doors, grabbed Lara by the arms and pushed her roughly into the car. She was so surprised by our sudden attack that she didn't even scream. Only when we had closed the almost sound-proof doors did she compose herself enough to protest. "Hi, what are you doing? My driver will be here in just a minute. I don't need a ride!" She spat, her beautiful red lips a blur. "Get us out of here, Nick." I said and grabbed her wrists as she tried to open the door in her side. "No Lara, you are ours now. Sit back, shut up and don't force me to hurt you!" "You're threatening me, you ass?" She yelled and looked at me, her perfect eyes narrow slits of cold fury. "You're just a rich kid, Mr. Tyron, and I'm a star. Do you get that? If you fuck with me, I'll grind you into the dust, OK? Now let go of me and drive me back! NOW!" I knew it would be almost an hour before we reached the destination I had in mind. I didn't want to waste a lot of energy arguing with Lara, so I gave her a hard punch to the jaw that knocked her clean out. "Take us up about half way to the Big Tujunga Reservoir via the road through La Canada."Butt-fucking Lara The small forest road was deserted, but just as a precaution, we went down one of the smaller, unpaved tracks, where we parked out of sight of the road. Lara had not come to yet, since I had made sure she was out cold at least for the ride. I asked Nick to come back into the passenger compartment, so we could enjoy and whack Lara together. He eagerly accepted. "She's beautiful!" Nick burst as he climbed in besides her. "I have never seen her in real life before tonight. I think I'm going to love this!" He continued, while he unbuttoned her light leather jacket. I pushed her down in my lap, supporting her head in my left arm, while caressing her face with my right hand. She really has such beautiful skin. So smooth and pale, with very subtle and delicate freckles. Her lips were thin and covered by a shining, dark red gloss. I kissed her long and deep, enjoying the feeling of her delicate lips, her sweet tongue and the gentle brush of her breath against my cheek. Meanwhile, Nick had unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it down to her waist so it trapped her arms. The upper part of her small, delicate breasts were visible over the rim of a tight black dress. A small silver crucifix lay in the small crevice between her clavicles. The silver sign on milky skin with small chocolate freckles. It looked to cute. I kissed her mouth again, then her chin, her nick and the cross. I sucked it into my mouth while I caressed her neck with my tongue. She moaned lightly, as if she was slowly recovering. "Oh gracious Lord, would you look at that?!" Nick said as he pulled the dress down to reveal her perfect little tits. Two perfectly curved pieces of soft meat, covered by smooth and pale skin. The rim of the dress still pressed against their lower part, pushing them up, making the small brown nipples point directly up into the ceiling. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, while Nick kissed and sucked at the other. This time Lara moaned, as if she enjoyed our gentle sucking, in her half conscious state. Soon we felt her body stir, her arms struggle gently against the jacket, as if she tried to pull herself up onto her elbows. "Uuurgh.. what? Hi, stop!" She yelled as she bent her head up to look at us, sucking away at her tits. She was obviously confused and scared, the expression on her face a struggle of surprise and disbelief. I surrendered her tits to Nick, instead grabbing her arms and looking deep into her confused eyes. "Hi Lara. We have come to the end of the road. Well, you have anyway." I said and smiled at her. She tried to pull herself up again, her eyes darting this way and that, as she tried to guess where she was. Through the car windows she could see only dark silhouettes of trees against a black sky. Nick pulled her dress down to her waist and began sucking the smooth skin of her perfectly flat stomach. We both ignored her protests and half-hearted kicking. "Yes, it's dark outside Lara. As it will soon be darkness for you, sweet baby." I whispered as I bent forward and pressed my mouth against her ear. "We're far away from the city. Nobody is around to save you. Nobody is around to hear you scream. All you have left in your life is Nick and I, and we are going to kill you. Slowly." Lara looked out the windows again. The look of surprise on her face gave way to fear and despair, as she realized that we were far out in the Angeles National Forest. "Oh God! Please don't kill me! Please!" She screamed. I helped Nick pull the jacket and dress off Lara's struggling body, which included me holding onto her arms, and Nick tearing up her expensive designer dress. "No! Nooo!" She screamed as he tore her golden silk panties. She kicked at him and kicked at the windshields of the car. They were made to withstand gunshots, but she made an awful lot of noise, which kind of spoiled the moment for us. "I have always liked you, Lara, and I think you're one hell of an actress, so I'll cut you a deal." I said in a soothing voice. "We'll let you live. We'll let you live on the condition that you do exactly what we say, when we say it. That you obey our every command to the best extend of your abilities. When you are done, we'll drive you back to L.A. and you'll forget everything about what happened tonight. Or I'll get some of my people to kill you. Do you understand? Obey, then forget?" Her eyes lit up again as she glimpsed this tiny hope of survival I extended to her. She nodded. "OK. I'll do as you say. Just promise me you'll let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear." "Good. Then we have a deal. Now I'm going to let go of your wrists. You will not attempt to attack us. You will turn around and put your hands and knees on the other seat. Then me and Nick will take turns fucking you. Understand?" I hissed. She nodded. "Good. If you fuck up, you die. If you scream, you die. If you fight, even the least fucking bit, you die. Got that?!" She nodded again. I let go of her wrists. She rubbed them as if I'd hurt her. I gestured towards the opposite seat and she climbed onto it. Tears welled up into her eyes and ran down her beautiful cheeks, but she did not protest as she assumed the desired position: Hands and knees on the seat, her face against the neck-rest, her ass and pussy pushed back and up, ready for use. All she now wore was her black pantyhose and the tattered remains of her panties. Nick had undone the rest of her outfit, and she had kicked her shoes off during her fighting. "There you have it, Nick. The gateway to paradise." I said and put my hands on her buttocks, gently pulling them apart, expanding her pink little asshole and pussy. Thin black hair covered her labias, while a thicker growth of hair shaped into a small heart covered her pubis. Her ass was totally hairless and smooth, milky white skin with no freckles. Her buttocks were small, well muscled and beautifully curved. I had seen a lot of great asses after I hit the jackpot at the stock-exchange, but this one was certainly right up there. "What do you want, Nick? Pussy or ass?" "I think I'll take.... pussy." He said, after having studied both body cavities intensely. "This might hurt a bit, Lara. If you feel the need to cry, that'll be OK." I said and undid my belt. I unzipped my pants, pushed down my shorts and pulled out my now rock hard dick. I grabbed her left buttock and used my right hand to stroke her ass with my hard member. "God, no! Please don't do that, please!" She whimpered as I pressed my dick against the tender, pink flesh of her anus. Her muscle pulled tight, barring my intrusion. "We had an agreement, Lara. This is your final warning." I said and put my hands around her neck, squeezing it lightly. "Either you let us have our way with you, or I kill you right now. What will it be? Your ass or your life?" "No. Please, no! I don't want to, I can't!" She sobbed. I closed my hands harder around her neck. "OK! I'll do it! Please let go!" "That's better, Lara. If you hesitate again, I'll kill you. You won't get another chance." I said and let go of her neck. I grabbed her ass again and realized that she had relaxed her anus muscle. I touched it gently and it pulled tight again. I pushed my index finger into her anus. The muscle pulled tighter and Lara whimpered and dug her fingernails into the head-rest that she was now clinging on to. "I hope you are ready now, or you're seconds away from death. Here comes the big one, Lara." I said and pressed the head of my dick against her tight opening. I grabbed her hips and pulled at them, while pushing my own abdomen forward. The small muscle alternately pulled tight and let go, allowing my dick to work in to her, slowly, inch by inch. Lara's breathing grew more frantic, her sobbing and whining louder and more hysterical, as my dick worked into her rectum. Soon her anus muscle was fully expanded, looking like a tight, ping rubber band stretched out by my dick. She bit at the head-rest, trying to suppress the screams that build in her throat. I grabbed her hips even tighter and let her catch her breath. Then I thrust forward, burying my dick to the hilt in her soft ass. She screamed and pulled the muscle tight again, but this time it was too much. She screamed like a hysterical pig as the muscle broke and a small spray of blood splashed against my balls. "Argh! You're killing my! Stop, please just stop and kill me!" She screamed as I fucked her ass, thrusting hard now that the resistance was broken, and the dry hole was constantly lubricated by her blood. "Don't be silly, Lara. You want to live. I can feel it in every fiber of your body." I hissed as I pulled her backwards, falling onto the seat behind me, pulling her with me, impaling her body on my dick. "Jump up and down like a horny whore. Now!" I commanded. She obeyed, though it was apparently extremely painful to her, she pushed herself up and down, riding my dick like a cheap slut, while blood ran down my balls and made a mess on the seat. "You'll have to clean the car tomorrow, Nick." I said and put one hand on Lara's hip, while fondling her tits with the other. Nick nodded and sat back on the opposite seat, enjoying the show Lara put on. She still cried and sobbed in sync with the movements of her body. It was incredible. Soon I moaned and groaned, unable to contain the incredible joy I felt. I don't know if it was the physical pleasure, the pleasure of seeing this beautiful woman broken down for me, or the thought of her impending death that turned me on so fucking much. Probably a bit of all three, I imagine, for soon I exploded inside her ass. I held onto her hips and screamed as I pumped cum into her bloodied hole, and soon I was spent. "That was great Lara." I said and stroked her hair, while hogging her trembling body. "You did good. Finish me by licking all that stuff off my dick and balls. Then give Nick the time of his life, and you're free to go." She didn't say anything. She just brushed the tears off her cheeks and knelt in front of me. I spread my legs and let her grab my dick. She looked at it, the cum and the blood that covered it and my balls. For a second I thought she was going to throw up, but she got a grip on herself, closed her eyes and began to lick. "That's it, Lara. You're great. Just dry the last stuff off with your panties. Yea, like that. Thank you baby. Now do Nick." I said, pulled up my pants and sat back, relaxed and excited as to how Nick would use her.End of the Road "Jack, don't get too comfortable. I'll need your help." Nick said as he undid his belt and pants and released his member from the confinement of his shorts. "Since we both know we're going to kill her, can't we do it while I fuck her? I think I would love that." "Hi, you said I could go!" Lara protested. "You prmised!" "OK Nick. That would be a fine end of a fine woman." I said, ignoring her. She scrambled for the door, but I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on my seat. I undid my necktie and tied it around her wrists, while I held her down with my knees. She screamed and cursed like a hysterical sailor. Her legs kicked at the door and window, but Nick grabbed her ankles and held them untill I was doen with her wrists. "Stop whining, Lara, you knew it would end this way." I laughed and pulled her roughly from the seat. "We can't let you go in your condition. Girl, you've got rape written all over you. We have to kill you, simple as that." "Fuck you, bastards! You promised you'd let me go!" She screamed and struggled to pull free her hands. I pushed her over to Nick, grabbed her ankles and forced them up, so she stumbled onto him. He grabbed her around the waist and guided her pussy down over his dick, bringing her down untill it was fully inside her, whilse she screamed and thrashed. When she was securely in place, and Nick had her undor control, I undid my belt and pulled it off. "Any famous last words you want us to remember for postarity?" I grinned and put the belt around her neck. "I hate you! I hope they catch you and fry your fucking lying asses!" She yelled. She had begun crying again, her angry screams stifled with despetrate sobbing. "Oh God, no! Please, HELP!" She screamed, her voice building to a hysterical crescendo as I wrapped the belt around her neck twice, and began pulling. "Stop! Help! I'll do anything, anything! Just please, PLEASE, don't kill me!" Nick had grabbed hold of her ass and bounced her up and down, aided by her panicked struggles. She tried to kick with her legs, but she couldn't get any momentum into her swings as her legs were pushed against the soft seats. Nick stared up into her face, reading -I knew from my own experience- all the fear and pain in her eyes, loving the physical pleasure she gave him all the more because he would be the last person ever to enjoy it. "This will be the last performance of your life, baby. Act brave for just a few minutes, then it's curtains for you, Lara." I laughed and pulled the belt tight. She screamed as the belt constricted her throat, causing deep red furrows to form in the delicate skin of her neck. She kicked even more, but Nick had her under control. Her panicked thrashing only caused the tie around her wrists to pull tighter. Her face slowly took on more color, first pink, then red, then dark purple. Her eyes grew wide and staring as if she beheld some unknown terror, her tongue popped out, drool ran down her chin. "That's it baby, give it all!" Nick moaned and arced from the seat, forcing her ass up, ramming his cock hard into her dying body. She arced backwards, as every mushle in her body pulled tight. Her legs stretched out on the seat, her feet and toes pulled back, her fingers closing to a fist as if she tried frantically to hold onto her life. At first it was an almost static posture, but soon her body began to shake violently, as if the muscles grew tired, but could not relax. Her mouth opened to the extend where I though her jaw would pop out of its suckets and her eyes rolled back into her head. Nick didn't need to bounce her up and down, or to thrust against her, for she spasmed violently, riding him hard as the death-throes rippled through her body. Nick screamed as if giving voice to Lara's sufferin, screamed and grabbed her tits with both hands, grasping at them so hard that her skin grew pale ane red. He tore at them untill his fingernails dug into her skin, blood seeping out and covered his fingers and palm. Lara's face was almost black, the white of her eyes red, her tongue stuckicking out, trembling yet almost rigid. I pressed myself against her body to feel the last spasms ripple through her dying flesh, her dying muscles, organs, lungs, heart, brain. All dying. All in such horrible pain. I imagined I could feel every inch of her being, feel the terrible craving for air as every cell in her body asphyxiated. And she knew she was dying, she could feel it comming for her, unstoppable, unhesitating, a black barrier of pain and destruction. All that talent, all the beauty, all that potential, snuffed out in this orgasmic orgy of sex and destruction. It was so beautiful, so ultimate I almsot cried as her body spasmed for the last time, one pathetic and involuntary last act of life, before giving up and caving in to the inevitable conclusion; death.The End |