Her Essentia
Make Sure She Stays Dead
Book 3 of the ‘Client Trilogy’
RICHARD VERRY
Her Essentia
Make Sure She Stays Dead
Book 3 of the ‘Client Trilogy’
Richard Verry
Copyright 2015 Richard Verry
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any similarities to persons or places are simply coincidental.
This book is intended for adult mature audiences only.
This book is a dark, gritty, realistic depiction of the darker side of human depravity. It contains criminal scenes of sexual assault, violence, bondage, brutality, sadism, and strong language. This book is suitable to readers above the age of 18, and who are not offended by realistic dark topics. It is part erotica and part suspense thriller. Read it with an open mind or don't read it at all.
Concepts presented in this book are not the beliefs or morals of the author.
Published by Richard Verry
Rochester NY
www.richardverry.com
Cover Design by Leah Hart
Table of Contents
Prolog
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Author's Notes
Other Books by Richard Verry
About the Author
Prolog
What happens when you piss off your client?
What happens when you disrespect your owner?
They punish you.
They enjoy hearing you scream.
What happens when you rise from the dead?
What happens when you turn the tables on your tormentors?
They must suffer the punishment she suffered.
They must scream ones of their own.
They must die as they planned to do to her.
Chapter One
“Ohhh, how pretty.” she said, lying on the blanket looking up at the dark sky, momentarily filled with colored sparkling light as fireworks exploded.
There were starbursts, screamers, boomers and something she liked to call ‘spermies’. The ‘spermies’ were small white stars, leaving a small tail that wiggled across the sky. She called them ‘spermies’ because they reminded her of male sperm seeking an egg to implant.
There were plenty of eggs in the sky to seek in the form of huge starbursts. Starbursts exploding out in all directions changing colors as they lit up the sky before dying a quick death. When exploding, they would spread outward and rain downward giving the impression of the night stars falling out of the sky. Then there were those that left long twisting tails climbing into the night before dying in a brief nova.
There were roman candles shooting straight up from the ground or cone shapes getting taller and wider the longer they burned. There were boomers producing shock wave concussions that hit her in the chest. The pounding against her chest from the boomers was at the same time, fun and scary.
“Jul, look at that one!” Jolene exclaimed to her girlfriend lying next to her. Their parents were nearby though the two girls ignored their presence. Nearly the same age, they were just coming into the age where they were discovering their independence. They had finished middle school and high school loomed in the fall. They were both determined to enjoy their summer vacation.
Jolene and Julie were tight. They met in first grade and had been friends ever since. They did everything together. Among their classmates, they were often referred to as ‘JJ’. The two girls would call themselves ‘Jol’ and ‘Jul’ so it became natural for others to use the shortened version when referring to the two of them.
Julie returned her attention back to her friend. She’d been distracted by the boy standing nearby. Julie was starting to notice boys. Jolene discovered boys some time ago and lost her virginity soon after. Julie was still playing catch up as usual though she didn’t care. According to Jolene, boys were overrated. Julie decided long ago to let it all happen as nature dictated. She had no desire to leave her childhood prematurely.
“Wow Jol, wasn’t that a good one? Look over there, what do you call those?”
“Spermies, remember? See how they resemble sperm. You know. Remember what they taught us in Sex Ed?”
“Oh, yeah, I see it now. I guess I didn’t think it was important at the time. Oooh, look at those. Can you feel it hit your chest?” Julie asked excitedly.
“Yes, Jul, What were you looking at before?”
“Uh, Oh, I was looking over there at that boy. He’s kind of cute.”
“Oh, him, I guess so. He’s trouble, though. I’d stay away from him if I were you.”
“Jol, what do you know. Come on, spill.” Julie pressured.
“Oh, it’s nothing. He’ll slide up to you, make you feel wonderful and ask you out. The next day, well, let’s just say he’ll never speak to you again and you’ll feel dirty inside.”
“Jol, I’m sorry. What did he do to you?”
“Jul, don’t worry about it. Just steer clear of him, Okay?”
“Okay Jol I will.” Julie assured her friend but continued to check out the boy in question.
Chapter Two
Jon was having the best time. Fucking the cunt’s tight ass felt soooo good. As he pile drove his cock deep into her ass, he finally regained the high he lost when she passed out the last time. Well, she’s not going to pass out this time. He would make sure of it.
As his pleasure grew, so did his cock. He could feel the tightness stroking up and down the length of it. It felt so good. He was getting anxious to finish it off, just not yet.
Grunting and panting, he stepped up his pace. Feeling his groin slap up against her ass, he didn’t know how to describe it but the smacking of skin-to-skin enhanced his pleasure. Gripping her hips and legs for leverage, he rammed his cock into the cunt’s ass, never stopping and building his pace faster and faster.
Some part of him realized, unlike the first time, the cunt might actually be starting to enjoy the ass fucking. “No matter,” he thought to himself. The first time, she was definitely screaming in pain, which only helped his rise to climax. This time, she rather seemed to be enjoying it. She was screaming but not from pain so much. Rather, it was a sexual excitement kind of scream. A kind of scream he wasn’t used to hearing from a cunt’s mouth. It didn’t help his pleasure, not in the least. It only frustrated him further.
As he fucked her ass, his building pleasure plateaued. As he pounded her, his excitement failed to grow and gave him signs it might actually weaken. Looking down at her ass, he noticed his arms and hands. The muscles and ligaments were tense, straining, and exaggerated as he pulled himself into her.
Looking along the length of her back, he could see the f
lesh on her body ripple back and forth, as he slammed into her. The reverberating waves gave him a sense of accomplishment and excitement. He felt a bit more excitement resume building in his loins.
Stepping up his punishment of her ass, he found it hard for him to think he could do much more to the cunt to help bring him to climax. As he watched her rippling flesh race down her back, he remembered the cunt’s tits. Tilting his head over, he saw her tits forcefully swinging back and forth, like a bell pealing the hour. Knowing her tits were tied to the cunt’s clit rejuvenated his excitement. The thought of her clit being ripped from her body manifested himself in the hardness of his erection. His shaft was stone, standing straight out and eager for action.
As his pounding of her ass continued, his thoughts focused on her tearing clit, ripped from her cunt a bit at a time. Driving deeply, he felt the final buildup of his climax coming to a head. As he enjoyed the feeling, on the verge of his release, he detected his climax threatening to back off once more.
“No, fucking way,” he thought.
Reaching over to the nearby shelf, he picked up his remote control and found the appropriate button. Just the act of picking up the remote resumed his imminent climax. As he felt the imminent explosion building within him, a half moment before his release, in that moment before the floodgates opened, he pressed the button.
The cunt’s head snapped back. The noises she had been making, the screams, and the excitement escaping her mouth, suddenly stopped. She went rigid and tense. Her asshole contracted, gripping him, as it never had before. He could feel the electricity spread across the cunt’s body, tingling under his fingertips.
Driving himself into her ass one last time, he left it buried deep in her rectum, his groin firmly pressed against her.
As the cunt fried, the powerful electricity electrocuting her, he finally climaxed and shot his load deep into her ass.
Contraction after contraction, he shot his cum. Reality gone, all he could feel and experience was his buried and spurting cock filling her rectum. It was glorious. It was exciting. It was awesome. For the moment, nothing else existed. Feeding on her energy, he lived in a foggy world of erotic bliss that only occurred when the cunt’s life force passed over to him.
Chapter Three
“Come on Jol. Let’s go!” Julie yelled from behind the wheel of the car sitting at the curb in front of Jolene’s house.
“Hang on. I’ll be right there.” Jolene yelled out her bedroom window. “I need to finish my makeup.”
Running back to her mirror, Jolene finished putting on her mascara. She had already done her eyeliner and shadow. Fluffing her hair, she grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
“Have fun honey,” her mother yelled out towards her as Jolene ran for the door. “Call me.”
“Thanks Mom. I will as soon as we get there,” Jolene said, slamming the front door behind her.
Racing down the front walk, Jolene ran up to Julie’s new car, opened the door, and jumped in. After clicking her seat belt in place, she excitedly said. “Ok, Jul’s. Let’s go.”
“It’s about time, Jol. I’ve been sitting here forever waiting for you.”
“Come on, you know I’m always late.” Jolene teased her friend.
“Yeah, you’ll be late for your own funeral.” Julie teased right back, as she put the car into gear and tore off down the street.
“So, this is your new car. Nice!” Jolene told her friend while stroking the dashboard of the sports car.
“Yea, dad gave it to me for my birthday.”
“Oh yeah, happy birthday.”
“Oh, don’t give me that, Jol. I know you remembered. Let’s go have fun, alright.”
“I’m with you, Jul. Besides, I got some surprises for you to celebrate.”
“What?”
“Oh no, not yet, you’ll find out when you find out.”
Pouting, Julie drove on.
The two girls chatted away talking about everything and nothing. Mostly, they talked about what they were going to do all summer long before their senior year in high school. Neither girl was a scholar in school but Julie did get the better grades.
Jolene was learning something more important to her than what could be found in books and lectures. She was learning how her looks could get her anything she wanted. She was beautiful and she knew it. All she needed to do was wiggle her ass at someone. When she did, they came crawling to her, eager to do whatever she wanted.
She knew she was a tease. She cultivated the mystique about her. If the guy were cute enough, she would on occasion bang him in order to maintain the air of mystique about her. If she never put out then they would stop doing her favors. Therefore, she banged a rare few giving the rest some hope of succeeding in getting in her panties. Most guys didn’t mind not getting a taste, even after they did what she wanted. Why they did was a mystery to her. She knew it worked and she worked it for all it’s worth.
“Here, turn left up there and stop in front of the red house,” Jolene told her friend.
“All right,” Julie answered and did what she was told.
Stopping in front of the frat house, the two girls smiled at each other and ran up the steps to the front door. As the door opened, a built college guy with long dirty blonde hair, wearing only a pair of jeans and a gorgeous six pack, welcomed them into the house, handing each of them a beer as they crossed the threshold.
***
Hours and hours later, drunk and sexually satiated, the two girls stepped over the guys passed out on the floor and made their way out of the house. Smiling and laughing, they exchanged excited words, talking over each other and in high gear.
Laughing and screaming in joy, Julie put the car in gear and peeled off down the street.
Ten minutes later, the car was a wreck and a telephone pole sliced in half. Jolene was bewildered and out of it. The next day, while in the hospital, she found out Julie was dead. She’d been thrown through the windshield and lying on the ground, her bloody body twisted and broken.
Jolene cried for months at the loss of her best friend. If only she hadn’t taken her to the frat house, she’d still be alive. Years later, she still blamed herself for her death.
It should have been her lying bloody and broken on the street, not the sweet, innocent Julie.
Chapter Four
Coming down from his climax, Jon worked on extending it for as long as possible. Enjoying the feeling of her asshole gripping him in death, it also prevented the blood loss from his cock. Yet, as a piece of his thoughts thought about it, his cum was able to blow past her sphincter and coat the insides of her rectum. “Fabulous,” he thought.
“Wow,” he remarked as his ebbing orgasm wound its inevitable course.
Leaving his erection buried, he enjoyed the experience until his cock was no long able to maintain its firmness. Letting go of the button on his remote, the cunt’s body instantly relaxed and his cock slipped out of her ass.
Backing away from the limp and inert body, Jon put down the remote and left the room. His cock and balls were hanging covered in her juices.
As he relished his appetite for her body, Jon endlessly replayed her final moments in his head.
He replayed him pressing the button.
He replayed her head, snapping instantly back.
He replayed her screams, suddenly silenced.
He replayed feeling the tingling under his fingertips as residual electricity flowed across her skin.
He imagined the electricity, exiting the contacts on the inside of her collar, flowing through her neck to exit through the second contacts on the far side of the collar.
He imagined the electricity, as it flowed through her neck, finding the pathways into her spine.
He imagined the electricity flowing through her spine and into her brain.
He imagined her brain, scrambling, frying under the power of the electricity, and shutting down all bodily functions.
He imagined her scrambled brain, stunted
, shutting down her heart, ending her life.
He replayed how her body went stiff and rigid, his cock buried deep in her ass.
He replayed how he felt tingling around his cock and over its tip.
He replayed her body going slack the moment he let go of the button.
He replayed how it deflated like a balloon whose neck was released.
He replayed her body going limp, dead before he withdrew.
***
Stepping into the shower, he washed the cunt’s stink from his body. Standing there under scalding water, he allowed the heat to scour his pain away. As he replayed the cunt’s demise in his mind, his cock stood up proudly. Stroking it, he shot his load at the memory of pressing the button. No sooner had his freshly released cum washed down the drain, the memory surfaced once more. His cock again rose to the occasion and the cycle repeated.
***
Hours later, stepping out from the shower, he dressed and went to the kitchen to replenish his reserves. Sitting down at the table, he turned on the television. Bored with the offerings, he turned it off. It had a thousand channels and nothing to watch. Better to turn on the monitors of his playroom and watch the cunt lie there in death.
“Time enough for that later,” he decided.
Munching on the hot spicy food, he chewed and swallowed. Still, it felt bland to him. Reflecting upon his mood, it seemed to him the only thing to excite him were the cunts in his playroom.
“Looks like he will need to get another one before too long,” he realized.
Chapter Five
The fog was thick, very thick. Taking careful steps, sliding her foot slowly one in front of the other, Jolene pressed ahead, hoping she wasn’t walking in circles. At times, she would put a hand in front of her face, only to see a faint outline of her fingers. It seemed she could see through them.
“What was that all about?” she asked herself. “Can I really see through my hand?”
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