<Grin> Oh, I'm bad...and I can do most anything if ordered to. I'm submissive, you're in charge, you come for me and we spend some time together...some little blond whore is leaving a diner all by herself...well, take it from there.<grin>
OK, honey, I'll take it from there. Here we go:

Death of Verity Chastain

'My love she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!'

-The sleeper, 4:1-3, by Edgar Allan Poe

When I moved to L.A. I just had to meet my friend Verity Chastain. She was a writer from Hollywood, a real high-class bitch. I'd met her over the net, and we had become good e-friends. Thought she was a few years older then myself (I'm 23), and we'd never actually met, I think I'd fallen in love with her.
Our first meeting was great! We shared the same interests, and we talked well together. And the sex...that was beyond pleasure, better then anything I've ever tried before. We spent a few days together, just enjoying the pleasures that Hollywood could offer all day, and having great sex all night. It was the best days of my life. Still I knew that Verity had invited me for a reason, something that couldn't be postponed much longer. I could see it in her eyes as I tied her to the bedposts when we made love, and the dark fantasies she whispered in my ear, as we lay exhausted on the bed. 'A little more, just a little further...', and then she'd kiss me and look at me with her big brown innocent eyes.

One night, as we were on our way home from a wild night on the town, we stopped by a small diner. When we'd ordered our food, and sat down, a beautiful white blond walked into the room. She ordered her food, and sat down at the table opposite to ours. Verity couldn't keep her eyes off the young slut. She looked like a cheap whore, though hardly more then 20 years of age.
'I want you to kill her' Verity grinned, and gave me one of her naughty smiles. I could feel her hand moving up my thigh. Soon I could feel her lithe fingers through my pants, cupping my dick. She made me hard, and she knew it. How could I resist?
'Sure' I said. When the young bitch had finished her meal, I told Verity to stay for a few seconds, and followed the young girl outside.
'Hey, pretty' I called, and she turned around. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long blond hair framed her lovely smooth face, and her blue eyes shone in the dim light of the street lamps.
'Yes' she said, and smiled with her perfect red lips. Her accent were Swedish, I think. She pressed her full breasts up, and stepped into the light, so I could better see her long smooth legs, covered by black stockings. She was perfect, a match in beauty even to my dear Verity.
'Come home with me and my girlfriend, and we'll pay you well. We live in Hollywood.' I said, flashing a few 100$'d dollar bills, Verity had given me. She agreed, and I took her to my car. We talked for a few minutes, before Verity joined us. She was from Sweden, her name was Suzan, and she was 19. She'd just come to America for a few weeks to party wild, but her money had run out sooner then expected, and she needed the money bad.

We went home to Verity's beautiful house and stepped inside. Verity went upstairs, and I sat down in the couch. Suzan keep standing near the door, nervously shifting her weight from leg to leg.
'You've never done this before, have you`?' I asked. 'No, sorry. This is my first time. Just tell me what you want to do, and I'll do it', she replied, her voice trembling like a little frightened girl. 'Well, why don't you start by taking off your clothes' I said. With shaking fingers she started to unbutton her blouse, and her beautiful globes of her firm young breasts came into view.
Just then Verity came down the stairs. She was naked, her long brownish red hair caressing her smooth pale skin.She looked like an angel, but a naughty smile played upon her lips. 'Hurry up bitch, we haven't got all night' she hissed at Suzan.
I got up, took hold of Suzan from behind, and helped her undress. She was really pretty, and very nervous. I could feel her tremble, as I caressed her body, touching her all over. I pressed my erection against her little round ass, and cupped her breasts in my hands. Verity was staring at me and the girl in excited anticipation, just waiting for me to give her her orders. Her hands started caressing her shaved pussy. My hands moved upwards, until they were firmly around Suzan's neck. Her breath had quickened, and she looked nervously at Verity.
'So what do you want me to do' she asked, obviously very uncomfortable about the situation.
'We want you to die' I whispered in her ear. Her body stiffened, and her breath quickened even more. 'Verity, gag this young slut' I commanded. Verity picked up the gag from the floor, where we had left it yesterday, and walked towards the girl. 'No, no, please don't' she begged, and looked at Variety with frightened eyes. 'Yes honey' I said, and quickly took the gag from Verity. Before Suzan could cry out, I tied it around her neck, and took hold of the young girls arms.
'Just do as I say, and death wont bee too painful for you, slut' I said, and pushed her towards the couch. Verity was smiling. 'And you go unplug your computer mouse. We'll need the cord to strangle this little piece of young meat'. 'Yes' she said, and obeyed.
I pressed Suzan into the couch. Tears was running down her cheeks, drawing dark lines of mascara, and little frightened sobs escaped through the gag. Varity had returned with the mouse, and put it down on the large glass coffee table. I took it, and tied Susan's hands together on her back, forced her legs apart, and ordered Verity to lick her pussy. At first Verity didn't want to touch Suzan, but then I drew my knife, and threatened to kill her first. 'First?' she swallowed, crawled onto the couch and licked away.
See, Verity always wanted a man to kill her. I was that man, I'd come to realise, and tonight would be the night. She knew it, and I knew it. I also knew that she wanted to die as slowly as possible.
While Verity sucked away, I took off my clothes, and took hold of hers ass. Verity's in her thirties, but she has a great body. The sobbing of the girl had made her horny, and my dick slipped easily into her wet pussy. 'Yes fuck me' she moaned. I began to pump deeply and rhythmically. She quickly approached a climax, and I took hold of her head by digging my fingers into her lovely red hair. When her moaning quickened, I pressed her face against Suzan, so her forehead, nose and mouth rubbed against the young bitch's pussy each time I thrust.
'Stop' I ordered Verity, when I felt my orgasm approaching. 'Don't stop now!' she whined. 'I want you to strangle the bitch, while I shoot my cum in her face..besides you'll get what's coming to you soon enough!'. I untied Suzan's hands, and gave the cord to Verity. 'Now you are going to die, Suzan.. pretty young Suzan' Suzan stared into my face, her eyes wide with panic. She was hyperventilating, and sweat was dripping onto her breasts from her contorted face. She didn't look so pretty any more. She looked like the frightened bitch she was.
'Kill her!' I ordered Verity. She moved around the couch, and stood behind the girl. When she slowly slipped the cord of the mouse around Suzan's neck, she started to writhe violently. 'Too late for that sugar' I hissed, and slapped her across her face. She was still, more tears running down her face. 'Now strangle her' I ordered Verity, and started jerking off. Verity pulled the cord tight. Suzan flayed her arms hysterically, but soon she was too weak to resist. I was very close to coming, so I pulled the gag from Suzan's mouth. Her swollen tongue stuck out, and her face got redder and redder. 'Yes, die bitch' I moaned, as I shout my cum over her face, some straight into her mouth, some covering her cheeks and eyelids. She trembled violently, and died.
'So, now you're a killer, my dear' I said, and smiled at Verity. She looked confused, as if she didn't know whether to smile or cry. 'What have you done!' I said in a hard voice 'You've killed a 19 years old girl, you old evil bitch!'. A single tear collected in her left eye, but soon many ran form her face. 'Is that what you wanted' I hissed. 'Yes' she said, her voice trembling 'I'm a bad girl, I know. I'm a slut. Kill me, end my miserable life' she begged. 'I will, I will honey, but first suck my dick'. She knelt before me, and sucked the cum off my dick. I grew hard. It was time to kill her.

I laid her down on her glass coffee table, and placed a pillow under her ass so her crotch was lifted up, invitingly. Then I got some more cables from her compute, and tied her arms and legs to the table legs. 'I know you've always wanted to die in pain, and I'm going to grant you that wish. But sooner or later you'll panic, so I have to tie you down. Try to be a brave girl, and not scream too much. I'd hate to have to gag you.'
I went over to my travel bag, and got out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. I went back to the table and grabbed hold of Verity's right arm. 'What's that, love' she asked. 'I know you wanted to feel the pain, to feel everything as I kill you. So I prepared a little something to prevent you from passing out from pain and shock. It's just a little water, sugar and caffeine, with a touch of amphetamine and cocaine' Having given her her shot, I kissed her, and climbed onto the table. I knelt between her legs, and started licking her pussy. I know a few things about licking pussy. When I was 19 I had a mistress who was 37. The told me everything about satisfying a woman, and soon Verity screamed and writhed in joy.
'Enough of this' I said, as I got up, and fetched my knife 'new I'll give you horny bitch what you really deserve!' I flashed the knife in the light. It had a long, slender, blade of hardened steel. It was very sharp, and pointed, a weapon made to kill. Verity stared at the knife, her eyes wide, the expression on her face a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. I slowly passed the knife up her right thigh, while softly pressing the edge against her skin, thus allowing her to feel the sharpness of the blade, without piercing her skin.
'Where should I start' I mused, as my eyes swept over her beautiful body. Then I began caressing her breasts with her blade, and slowly pierced her right nipple. She gave a small sob of pain. I pushed the blade further into her right breast. Her breath grew quick and tortured, and her face contorted in pain. Yet she was silent. So I thrust the knife into her left breast, piercing it all the way through. She screamed out loud, and I looked at her angrily. She quickly realised her mistake, but too late. 'Haven't I told you to shut up, bitch' I yelled. 'We can't having you screaming loud enough to awaken the dead, can we' I glanced over at Suzan's dead body, still laying on the couch, and smiled at my own joke. 'Better give you something to suck on' I said. I went around the table, to stand behind her head. Then I lifted up her neck, so her windpipe formed a long straight moist tunnel. I thrust in my dick, forcing it as deep I could down her throat. It felt good. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock. 'Don't throw up, dear, or you'll drown in your own vomit' Then I let the knife caress her neck, and ran it down her chest. A small pool of blood had collected between her breasts, and as the knife passed through, it drew a thin red line over her pale belly. I pressed the knife into her bellybutton until it filled with blood. The pain rippled through her like an orgasm, and she tried to scream, but my cock blocked it. I realised that she was about to choke in my dick, so I pulled out.
She sobbed a little, so I said 'One more scream from you, and I'll gag you, bitch'. 'OK, I'll be brave' she sobbed. The knife continued it's journey towards her pussy. It was wet, the lips hard. She was open as a blossom to the sun, or a sheath to a dagger. I let the knife draw a line of blood on each thigh, before I brought it up her cunt. She gave off a frightened sob. 'Now the real party begins' I said, and pressed the knife up into her pussy with geological slowness. Every muscle in her body tightened, and she gave off a series of hysterical sobs, that grew into a guttural moan, as the knife went deeper deeper into her soft cave.
I didn't want her do bleed to death, so I pulled the knife out before it pierced the wall of her uterus. A small flow of blood splashed onto the glass table, and fanned out into a triangular pool between her legs. She cried out in pain. 'Shut up, I said, or I'll gag you, slut. Now it's dying time!' I hissed, and brought the knife down hard, into the soft flesh of her belly. She screamed, as she had never screamed before. I stabbed her again. The wounds that the knife left were really thin, and she didn't bleed much. But she kept screaming.
'You leave me no choice, dumb bitch' I fetched the gag, and knelt down over her face. I stared down into her eyes, and I could see her fear, and her pain. 'You are really going to die know, you know...but slowly, slowly and painfully. You won't pass out before it's all over, and when I gag you, you wont even be able to scream out your pain. Your life will be a nightmare of pain, until I decide to end it'. An expression of realisation spread over her face, as if she'd finally realised what we were doing, but is was soon replaced by a mask of utter fear and panic. 'Don't kill me, oh no, don't' she sobbed.
'Is this not what you've always wanted, to die like the slut you are? Or maybe the little author can't handle her own fantasies?' I grinned at her. She was really scared now, and she tried to pull herself loose. The cords dug red grooves in her pale skin, and her thrashing only added to her pain. She screamed one final scream, that pierced the air like a steel blade. I quickly pushed the gag into place. She grew silent, but her big pretty brown eyes looked at me pleadingly. Her chest and stomach went up and down as she breathed heavily. Small shiny drops of sweat had formed between her breasts and legs. My dick may hard, I wanted to feel her, fuck her and feel her die. To see the look on her face as I tortured her, adding pain to pain, without hope of realise, save that of death.
I straddled her chest, and pulled her breasts together on my cock. I pumped back and forth, feeling her chest rise and fall, feeling her body tremble, feeling her warm blood and sweat against my erection. When I was almost done, I got up, and shot my cum all over her face, making sure that it covered her eyes. 'You'll die with cum all over your face, juts like that little slut over there'
She began to cry violently, as if trying to wash my cum off her eyes with tears. She looked real pretty, like that. With tears and cum all over her face, and the corners of her mouth cured downwards, in an expression of pure panic. I sure loved my Verity.
So I set to work, making small cuts all over her body, always selecting the most tender spots, and avoiding all major arteries. If I hadn't given her that injection, she surely would have passed out. But she didn't. She just lay there crying, and looking at me with those big brown pleading eyes. It made me so horny, and I satisfied myself on her trembling body many times.
When she was almost covered with cuts, I stopped torturing her. I knelt down besides her head, and whispered into her ear 'You'll die soon, but first I want you to see something beautiful' A look of relief and puzzlement spread over her face. I took the lamps that stood besides the couch, and put them under the glass table. The light went up through the glass and the blood, and painted a beautiful red mosaic on the ceiling. It was criss-crossed with white streaks of cum, and bright spots where I'd put my hands and knees. And in the middle was the dark shape of her small body.
'You are beautiful' I said, and kissed her. I hadn't cut her face, because she was so pretty. 'Goodbye' I said and took out the gag. 'Goodbye, love' she moaned. Then I pressed the knife into her left side, pushing it deep so I pierced her lounge. Her breath grew more tortured as she gasped for air. Then I pushed the knife into her right side, also piercing the lounge. She gasped violently, and began spitting blood. Soon the flow of blood grew to thick. She gurgled in her own blood, as she slowly died. I pushed a few fingers up her pussy. She was tight, her muscles tense, but as she gurgled for a final time, her muscles released. A small flow of urine splashed onto the table, adding a pretty yellow colour to the mosaic on the ceiling. I poured me a glass of whiskey, and sat a few minutes in silence, watching the two dead bitches. Then I took a shower, and got dressed. Before I went out the door, I turned around one final time, to look at the illuminated body on the glass table. Yes, quite a lade she'd been. And I'd loved her, in my own twisted way.

'Goodbye Verity Chastain' I yelled, and went down the stairs, with a wide smile on my face. They say the the meek shall inherit the world. But until then the wicked are going to have one hell of a time!