Tourniquet

by Chuck Buda

  Tourniquet

  Ritualistic sex and killing is not for the weak.

  The cult is divided. One of the members is dead. Now there is no turning back. The race is on to end the power struggle. And bury the demons which have been unleashed upon the town.

  Can the seniors of Tenafly High School hide what they’ve done? Which side will harness the black magic to win the battle for supremacy? Is there time to save the group of friends? Or will the blood soak the streets before it is done? Only one person has what it takes to finish what they started.

  But the cost might be too high.

  Tourniquet is the long-awaited sequel to the cult hits, The First Cut and Slashing Away.

  Don’t miss the final chapter in the Gushers Series!

  Tourniquet

  By Chuck Buda

  Edited by Jenny Adams

  Copyright © Chuck Buda (2018).

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Any semblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The author has taken great liberties with locales including the creation of fictional towns.

  Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

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  Cover art by Biserka design.

  Contents

  Tourniquet

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Special Thanks

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Continue the Thrills

  Beneath the Blood

  Join the Gushers

  About the Author

  I Need Your Help!

  My Other Series

  Dedication

  Dedicated to Mr. Frank.

  I hope it exceeds your expectations.

  Special Thanks

  I would like to thank Christopher Zingaro for his undying patience with my writing schedule and prose.

  In addition, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to Chelsea Maldonado. Your insights, patience and feedback made this a much better book. I really appreciate your help.

  Chapter 1

  The doorbell rang with an ominous chime. Samantha glanced at Holden. He lowered the newspaper enough to make eye contact with her. She read the same question in his eyes that she pondered.

  Who could it be at this hour?

  Samantha jumped to her feet before Holden and made her way from the family room through the kitchen. She heard Holden’s steps behind her. It made her feel safer to know he had followed her to the door. She had a fleeting vision of a serial killer waiting on the front porch, with a gleaming knife in hand. Just as quickly, Samantha brushed the notion away as ridiculous.

  A serial killer wouldn’t ring the doorbell before killing us, she chided herself.

  “Wait.”

  Holden grabbed Samantha’s arm. He spun her to face him. His forehead wrinkled with caution.

  “Maybe I should answer it in case it’s the boogeyman.” He chuckled softly even though Samantha caught the subtle fear in his voice.

  She stepped aside and drew the curtain back from the window alongside the door.

  Rebecca.

  Her neighbor stood, hugging herself, on the porch. Samantha noticed Rebecca was dressed only in a bathrobe with slippers. A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind and none of them were good. Especially since Rebecca was crying.

  Samantha reached for the knob without revealing who was outside. Holden backed up to allow the door to swing open. Within a second, Rebecca lunged forward and clutched Holden in a tight embrace. Holden looked nervous and shrugged at Samantha as if to say he was surprised by Rebecca’s comfortable actions.

  “What’s wrong?” Samantha focused on her neighbor. She glanced down to catch the bottom of Rebecca’s bare buttocks sneaking out from beneath the robe. It rode up as her arms clung around Holden’s neck. Rebecca sobbed and choked into Holden’s chest.

  Samantha checked Holden. He squirmed under Rebecca’s grip like he was tasked with holding a dangerous animal, trying to keep it away from his body. Each time he pushed back, Rebecca snuggled in tighter.

  “It’s terrible.” Rebecca sniffled and wiped her face along Holden’s shirt. He grimaced. “I...I don’t know where to turn.” As soon as the words were out, Rebecca dug into Holden’s chest again.

  Samantha worried Tommy would hear the commotion and wake up. She rubbed Rebecca’s trembling back and tried to coax her away from Holden. “Sweetie, why don’t you check on Tommy. Make sure he is still asleep while I talk to Rebecca in the family room.” Rebecca finally released Holden. “Maybe you can fix her a drink on the way back, too.” Samantha saw the relief in his eyes as he turned to head to the stairs. Before he left, Holden tried to wipe away the tears and snot from his shirt.

  Samantha guided Rebecca into the kitchen. “Would you like a water or something?” Rebecca sniffled and shook her head no. Her bathrobe was so disheveled that one of her breasts peeked out. Samantha felt a slight titillation at the awkward moment. She had never found a woman attractive before and she was definitely straight. However, Rebecca’s beauty was more than attractive to anyone with a pulse.

  They settled on the couch. Rebecca nestled inside Samantha’s arms, her face against Samantha’s neck. She smelled like a mixture of sex and perfume, all bundled into a delicious elixir. Samantha felt a wetness stir, causing her to blush at such a reaction.

  “Tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

  Rebecca raised her face to Samantha. The tears streaked her cheeks where her mascara ran. Her lips quivered as she whispered. “Please hold me. Don’t let go.”

  Samantha nodded and brushed an errant curl of hair away from Rebecca’s face. She pulled Rebecca close. As she gently rocked and stroked her hair, Samantha felt a hand grope her breast. The shock made her sit up straighter, but she found herself allowing the caress. Samantha wondered where Holden was with those drinks. Now she felt like she could use a dose of alcohol.

  Rebecca’s hand traveled downward until i
t found Samantha’s lap. The fingers pawed at her sweatpants, flooding her underwear with excitement. Rebecca kissed gently at Samantha’s neck and she liked it. The soft lips giving her chills. A hot tongue dashed across her skin sending shock waves to her extremities.

  Rebecca sloughed off her robe and began sliding off Samantha’s sweats. Samantha was flabbergasted. She tried to reason what was happening.

  Why was Rebecca upset? What is happening right now? In my house? What if Holden catches us? Or Tommy? Why am I okay with this?

  Samantha lifted her backside up to allow Rebecca to pull off her pants. Rebecca made sure to take off the underwear at the same time. Samantha’s legs opened wide as Rebecca jammed her face between her thighs. The hot mouth took in all of Samantha’s juices. She let go of any worries or cares. Samantha couldn’t remember feeling this hot, ever. And she wasn’t about to let it stop.

  Rebecca’s fingers and tongue probed and stroked in a perfect symphony of motion. Each graze buckled Samantha’s spine to the point she felt she could erupt at any moment. Rebecca pulled Samantha to the floor. She still sobbed and sniffled as she worked Samantha into the position she wanted her. Rebecca licked her own fingers and rubbed her sex a few times, sliding her fingers deep within herself as she groaned and bit her lower lip. Rebecca nuzzled closer and connected her vagina to Samantha’s. She clutched Samantha’s breasts and squeezed them together while she bucked her pelvis against Samantha’s.

  The moment was so sweet. Samantha kept an ear out for footsteps coming through the kitchen. But she wasn’t too worried anymore if she got caught. It was as if an animal inside her had taken over her brain, only focused on sustenance and survival. That sustenance was an enormous climax. With Rebecca.

  They both writhed and bumped, holding on and readjusting as their hands became sweaty. Samantha felt the rolling thunder in her belly. It gathered size and strength as it reached deep inside her and tickled her limbs.

  Before she realized what was happening, Samantha felt a presence. She looked up to find Holden undoing his jeans and lowering them to his ankles. Rebecca grabbed his swelling member and tugged him her way. She took Holden’s cock into her mouth, swallowing it deep, using her tongue to dance along the shaft as he slid out. Samantha blushed with jealousy and excitement. She wasn’t sure if she was angry with Holden’s callousness, Rebecca’s assumption it would be okay to suck her husband’s dick, or if she was mad at herself for being caught in such a compromising position with her neighbor. Check that, she thought. With anybody.

  Samantha threw her head back and allowed the threesome to continue. She felt too amazing to stop now, regardless of moral judgments or taboo issues. Samantha wanted this. She needed it. She never knew sex could be this good. This hot.

  Holden pushed Rebecca down and climbed between her legs. He thrust his penis inside her and began writhing within her. With a strong hand, he pulled Samantha up to his side. He positioned her, so her vagina was in Rebecca’s face. Rebecca gripped Samantha’s hips and tugged her down, her chin and mouth buried in her soaking flesh. The climax continued to work its way up. She tossed her head back in ecstasy, totally lost in the moment now. Holden used his tongue to play with Samantha’s ass while she ground herself into Rebecca’s face.

  The three of them only lasted another minute or so until they reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously. Holden grunted as he thrust harder into Rebecca. Rebecca screamed, muffled in Samantha’s crotch. Samantha felt her juices explode into Rebecca’s mouth. They quivered and twitched, cooing and caressing before slowly slumping into a wet pile of humanity on the family room floor.

  Chapter 2

  The images from the beginning of the night began to play in her mind’s eye. The seduction and the mystique. Followed by the turmoil and death. Rebecca felt Holden’s seed draining from her as she recalled why she had come to the Fisher’s house in the first place.

  Leah.

  Rebecca swallowed hard. Tears began to sting the corners of her eyes again. She needed to tell them about their daughter. The plan was to confess her sins and involvement and let the chips fall where they may. But she had succumbed to her basest desires. Sex was really the only time she felt alive. The only time she could escape reality.

  Right now, reality was horrible. Rebecca wished she could find another way to avoid it.

  Feeling a need to break the silence and say something, anything, Rebecca cleared her throat and stared at Holden. She found it difficult to look Samantha in the face after what they had just done. Holden would have to keep her attention focused if she was to get through this.

  “I... I have to tell you something.”

  Holden glared at Rebecca. She felt a tension in his face, one which probably suspected she would divulge the truth behind the lurid affair. How they had sneaked around behind Samantha’s back for so long. How they meshed sexually, like a well-formed cornerstone to a skyscraper. Rebecca knew the truth would tear through Holden and Samantha like a laser. But she had to come clean. It had become far more than a sexual dalliance under the cloak of darkness. It had become a bloody slaughter of youth and innocence.

  Samantha covered herself with the sweatpants she had balled up against her lap. She sat up and placed her hand on Rebecca’s shoulder. “What is it? Did something happen with you and Turner?”

  Rebecca froze at the mention of his name. With everything that had occurred tonight, Rebecca had forgotten all about Turner. He would be devastated to learn the truth too. After all, he was a party to the swinging, but only when it was above board. He wouldn’t be pleased with her hidden infidelity. Nor the fact that someone had died in his home.

  “It was all supposed to be fun. I had nothing to do with it. They just wanted to have some fun.”

  Rebecca sniffled and began to cry. She laced her fingers together in her lap. Holden and Samantha exchanged confused looks.

  “Just games and fantasy. Nothing like this.”

  Samantha rubbed Rebecca’s shoulder. “Go on. Tell us what happened.”

  Holden shifted uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and busied himself with putting his clothes back on.

  “But it got out of control. SHE...got out of control.”

  “Who got out of control? Jordyn?” Samantha’s voice sounded tender, sympathetic and inviting to Rebecca. It allowed her to feel more comfortable sharing the terrible story.

  “No. Zoe. It was Zoe who did this.” Rebecca lost control of her emotions. She cried into her hands. Samantha handed Rebecca a tissue from the end table.

  “Rebecca, you’re not making sense. Zoe got out of control with what? What has happened that has you so sad?”

  Holden stiffened. “Probably teenager stuff, right Rebecca? You know these kids. Especially the girls. They’re so mean to each other.”

  Samantha turned back to Rebecca. “Is that it? Zoe did something to Jordyn? I’m sure we can help you smooth it over.”

  “No. No.” Rebecca shook her head emphatically. “This can’t be smoothed over. It’s beyond that now.” She blew her nose into the tissue and grabbed a fresh one.

  Holden got closer to Rebecca. His eyes pleaded with her to be wary about what she might let out. Rebecca stifled a giggle as she suddenly saw him as a pathetic little boy who had just gotten caught going through his sister’s diary.

  “The kids are gone.”

  Samantha and Holden leaned in. “Gone? Gone where? Are they okay?” Samantha’s fingers gripped Rebecca’s shoulders, cutting off the circulation.

  “They went after her. They’re going to die.” Rebecca tried to continue but the thought of Jordyn ending up like Leah knocked the wind out of her lungs.

  “Why would they die? What are you talking about, Rebecca?” Holden pushed Samantha aside. Now his hands clutched her shoulders. She watched his eyes dart back and forth as they searched for what she was still hiding.

  “It happened so fast. A little sex and dressing up. Then the violence. I didn’t want to sleep with those kids. But
she made me. Jordyn made me.”

  Holden shook Rebecca violently. “You had sex with kids? What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t have sex with kids.” Spittle flew from Holden’s lips as his rage took over.

  Rebecca laughed. It halted Holden’s grip on her. “Why not? You did, Holden.”

  Holden looked nervously at Samantha and then back to Rebecca. “That’s not what happened.”

  Samantha’s teeth bared. “What is she talking about, Holden? What is going on here?”

  “Nothing. Nothing. Okay, she’s...she’s delirious. It’s obvious she is having a breakdown or something.” Holden ran his hands through his hair. He traced a tighter circle on the carpet as he attempted to avoid eye contact.

  “I know you didn’t mean for it to happen. Just like I didn’t.”

  “Holden, what is she talking about?” Samantha climbed to her feet to follow her husband around the room.

  Rebecca found herself half laughing and half crying. “Jordyn made me sleep with the kids as punishment. The same reason she slept with Holden. It was all because of Zoe.”

  “You slept with Jordyn?” Samantha began crying immediately. Her face turned red. She charged at Holden, getting right into his face. “You slept with a child?”

  “He didn’t have a choice, Samantha. Jordyn was blackmailing him to get back at me.”

  “That doesn’t make it better, Rebecca.” Samantha shouted at her. She turned her aggression toward Rebecca. “My husband fucked somebody else. And why would she make him do that?” Samantha spun toward Holden. “Oh, I’m sure it was hard to keep your hands off her, you sex freak. Everything is sex with you. And now you have betrayed me?”

  “It was either that...or Jordyn would tell you about our affair.” Rebecca smiled at Holden. She watched his face go ashen before reddening again with hostility.