by Emma Luna
Once he was dead, I made sure to inject a shit ton of heroin into his body to make it look like he died of an overdose. I also made sure to leave the back window open, so that along with the rats I left behind to continue eating up the evidence, other wildlife would join them. When they do eventually discover his body four days later, they could barely identify him. Birds had pecked at his eyes, animals had ravaged his body, and thieves had stolen anything of value from my childhood home. But to me, that was perfect. Almost like he was tortured in life and in death, with all of his world around him stripped bare. Exactly what I wanted, but it was fucking difficult to pull off.
I don’t know how many times I said to Reggie, as I was dragging Martin's bloody, disgusting corpse around, that I needed someone a lot bigger and stronger to do that. It was true that if I planned on doing this again, and I very much did, then I would need to enlist the help of another person. I would need to trust a man enough to bring him into my life, teach him all about how we live, and make him a part of my mischief. That was the part that would be difficult. But it’s not like they have to be permanent. I can use them for a few months, until I have gotten my fill of them and then I can move on. Create the perfect disposable accessory. Now, all I have to do is get to University and start living out this perfect life that I have designed in my head. I’m sure finding unsuspecting men to become my next sacrifice will be easy, but finding one I want to bring into my mischief, and my bed, will not be. As long as I remember that they are disposable, nothing can go wrong.
I am pulled out of my walk down memory lane by another piercing scream coming from Chance. I can’t help but smile as I hear it. However, when I look over at Ollie, I can see that he isn’t embracing the sounds the way I do.
Ollie blocks out his noises, I can see that he doesn’t even acknowledge he’s in the room with us, but I do. I take power from his screams and I let his pain wash over my body. The more he suffers, the more my babies are taking what they need. He is irrelevant to me. All I want is for my babies to have everything they could ever want in life and this gives them that. I may have never been given anything by the people who I called family, but now I get to pick my own family and I will look after them the best that I can.
Embracing Chance’s pain, I try to make contact with my body, to touch any already sensitive areas that will help spread my desire. Yet, Ollie does not give in that easily. He keeps hold of my hand and gives me a cocky grin. I know that it’s not just about him having the control in the situation, something I’m finding that he does need to have, it’s also about his jealousy. He doesn’t want the pleasure I feel to come from anyone but him and he knows if I were to touch myself right at this very moment, or even if he were to touch me, I would be thinking about what my babies are doing to Chance. Wondering which stage of flesh or muscle layer that have just made it through, and how long until they reach the organs.
Chance howls in pain before his noises quieten. He has obviously passed out, but he won’t stay out for long. Ollie stills and looks back behind him and goes rigid, obviously distressed at the idea that Chance is dying. He always hates this bit, but it’s not over yet. In fact, Chance will probably live for several hours yet and I intend to make the most of it. I use my most provocative moan to get Ollie’s attention and I thrust my body as hard as I can. It works, like it always does. He looks at my body again with a fire, but I can see the confusion in his eyes. I had hoped I could make him see why things have to be this way, so he could embrace this lifestyle without question. But if that was going to happen, he would have done so by now. I need to forget all about this for the time being, live in the moment, embrace his touch because I know that one day soon, I won't be able to.
Ollie looks at me like I’m the most beautiful person in the world and it pushes all thoughts out of my mind. He keeps hold of my hands but with a devilish smirk, he lowers his head down between my thighs. Within seconds, his tongue is buried deep in my slit and he’s licking vigorously between my legs. My moans fill the room and I thrust my pelvis into his face, demanding more. My body always responds to even his slightest touch, but this is a full on assault. His tongue flicks over my clit and my stomach clenches. The hand that holds my wrists together, grips tighter, preparing me for more to come, then with his free hand, he pushes two fingers into my wet, eager pussy. I scream out in delight and am matched with a shriek of pain that rips from Chance as he regains consciousness again. Hearing him match my noise, sends me further into the abyss.
Ollie continues his assault on my pussy using his fingers, pistoning in and out with a hard fury while his tongue flicks over my clit, causing it to pulsate. My pussy gets wetter, yet I feel as though it’s clamping tightly around his fingers, begging for more. He continues the assault and I feel as though I’m on the edge of a cliff, about to freefall, but I just need that little bit more to get me there and Ollie knows it.
“Please… babe… Ollie… more. I need more erm… more, please,” I beg, almost incoherently. Ollie loves it when I beg and I feel him chuckle against my flesh and it causes the most amazing tingle to spread, but he never stops his assault. Instead, he curves his fingers at the most perfect angle, hitting that sweet spot that causes me to see stars. My moans let him know he has me exactly where he wants me, so he slows his movements. It feels like his fingers are massaging every part of my cunt and it causes me to shake, that volcanic feeling building in me. I feel my pussy walls clench and Ollie moans as it milks at his drenched fingers. Unable to hold back anymore, no longer wanting to torment either of us, he speeds back up again, making sure to curve his fingers in the exact same way as before. My stomach drops in the most delicious way and my body starts to shake as my climax overtakes me. I feel as though fireworks are erupting throughout and I scream in ecstasy. Ollie slows down but doesn’t stop completely, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
When I finally come down, I’m a panting mess, my voice hoarse from begging and shouting Ollie’s name like he’s a God. I can’t deny that nobody has ever made me feel like this before. Before I met him, no man had ever given me an orgasm, the only pleasure I had ever felt had been at my own hand. Yet it was never like this. Everytime it is just as good, if not better, and I feel as though the world is exploding in the best way.
Ollie’s grip on my wrists loosens enough for me to pull free and I reach down and drag his face to mine. He kisses me with a longing and I feel his rock hard cock pressing against my entrance. He enjoys giving me pleasure just as much as I enjoy receiving it. Tasting myself on his tongue is sweet and turns me on even more. I lick my sweet nectar off his lips and he groans in delight. I reach down and take hold of his hard, velvety cock and I grip it tightly. As his tongue battles with mine, I slowly stroke along his hard cock from the base to the tip. When I reach the tip, I feel a drop of pre-cum leak out and I swipe my finger across it. Tearing myself away from Ollie’s lips, I keep hold of his stare, letting him see the passion in my eyes as I move my finger to my mouth. I seductively lick the cum off and moan with delight as I taste the saltiness on my tongue. Shivers run through my body as I desperately crave more. I move my hand back to his cock to stroke him again as his whimpers fill the room. Loving the feeling of power that I have, I grip him, stroking up and down tightly. I look up and see Ollie holding my gaze, showing me the way he feels for me and I feel a strange tug in my stomach. I look over his shoulder at Chance and see him staring at me with fury and desperation. I know I should feel something when I see his pain, but I don’t. All I see when I look at him is the bucket on his stomach and that is where my love lies. Despite the room being filled with the combined moans of both pleasure and pain from the two men, I’m convinced I can still hear the sounds of Reggie and my other babies as they squeak and claw their way to freedom. I know they are eating their fill and relishing in the fantastic gift I have given them. Chance will never know how much it means to me that I’m able to give them this gift because of him.
Ollie follows my vision and I fe
el him still. He’s hurt. I'm looking at another man whilst grabbing hold of his cock, but I don’t let him ruin this moment with petty jealousy. Instead, I squeeze harder and tug more vigorously, distracting him from his thoughts and pulling him back into our moment. He growls and pushes my hand away from his cock and pins me down onto the bed with his hands.
“What do you want, Piper? Do you want my hard cock?” he whispers into my ear and my whole body clenches.
“Yes,” I groaned, not able to find the words to tell him what more I want. Because it’s true, I want everything. I want him deep inside me and pounding into me as hard as he can. Making me quiver with desire as I hold on tight. He is more than happy to oblige.
I feel Ollie’s cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy and I feel as he slides the tip up and down my slit, making sure it’s coated in my juices. He gently pushes the swollen head into my soaking cunt and even though I’m prepared, begging for it even, the delicious sting as he stretched me open still causes me to thrust upwards. The movement causes his cock to slide in even further and I clench my walls around his dick. But Ollie must have the patience of a saint because, despite the hiss I hear escape his lips as I clench, he doesn’t increase his speed. He continues to slowly press inside me until he’s fully seated as deep as he can go. I feel so full and complete, the sigh that escapes shocks me as it’s one of joy. I almost feel whole for the first time and that scares the shit out of me. I try to wiggle around, showing Ollie how much I need for him to move inside me, but he doesn’t. I know he’s giving me a chance to stretch to his size, which, given how wet I was, hardly seems necessary. But if his deep inhaling breaths are any indication, then his lack of movement might have more to do with his own need to get control over his body before he continues. Ollie has always been a good, considerate lover in that sense. To say he is younger than me, and compared to the men I have been used to, I expected him to be shooting his load after a few pumps and struggling to find where my clit is even located. But that is so far away from Ollie. This boy blows all those men out of the water, which is why I’m writhing in desperation right now.
“More, Ollie. Move inside me, please.” As I say the words, I clamp my pussy walls tightly around his cock, milking him and letting him know how desperate I am. He groans and moves his lips to my neck. He begins to lick and nibble across my pulse point as he slowly pulls his hard shaft back out. I feel the tip just sitting at my opening, but I feel empty and I mewl at the loss. As a distraction, Ollie moves one of his hands to my nipple and begins to roll it around between his thumb and finger, occasionally tugging on it in the most delicious way that shoots all the way down to my clit, lighting my body up even more in the process.
I feel so alive and so distracted by all of the sensations that are assaulting my body at the same time. Ollie continues to nibble and suck on my neck, whilst he tugs and massages my nipples as he plunges his cock back deep inside me. All I can do is hold on tight. In fact, my hands grip onto Ollie’s back so hard, I’m sure I’m clawing at his skin, but he doesn’t mind. With every incoherent scream and beg for more, or every time my pussy clenches down for more, it fills Ollie with a feverish hunger and his strokes become faster and harder. The sensations around my body are indescribable and I feel like I am a cog that is being wound up so very tight before it finally gets let loose, and fuck, I can’t wait for that to happen. Everytime I even get slightly to the edge, Ollie changes rhythm or touches me differently. Sometimes, he even just stops completely, fully sheathed inside me and leans down so our foreheads are touching. His eyes tell me everything, all the words I refuse to let his mouth ever speak. I know Ollie has feelings for me, I created it so that he would, like I have all the others, but this is different. This time, I think I want him to say the words, I think I want to hear them from him and that really scares me. But the idea that someone truly loves me, and I mean the real me, even after everything he has seen and done because of me, is a scary thought. I never believed it was a possibility and hope is just as painful as any other emotion, so I never bothered with that. Yet here I am, tightly squeezing his cock with my pussy wall, lightly trailing my fingers down his back and staring deep into his beautiful blue eyes that almost look black right now as they are so blown with desire, and I want him to defy me. I want him to break my rules and tell me how he really feels, but I know he won't. He’s worried that breaking the rules in that way would push me away and he isn’t wrong, but this time, I just feel prepared.
Our little bubble is broken with shouts of pain and agony coming from Chance. He is one of the more vocal sacrifices we have ever had, but I don’t mind that. I get a lot more out of hearing his pain. While Ollie stills inside me, I quiver with excitement and I get an idea.
“Fuck me from behind, on all fours,” I instruct before pressing my lips against Ollie’s. This doesn’t come as a massive shock because he knows how much I enjoy that position. But he isn’t quick to let me up just yet, instead giving me a few hard thrusts that hit deep in my core while his kisses devour my screams.
I’m still seeing stars from how hard and deep those last few thrusts were when he flips me over and I squeal in shock. He places me on my hands and knees facing the bed headboard and he takes his place behind me, holding onto my hips. But before he can slide back home just the way he wants, I wiggle my arse and my head to object. I look seductively over my shoulder at Ollie and he looks confused. I start to crawl over the bed and he has no idea what I am doing, but I need him to get back into position quickly because my pussy is feeling awfully lonely, so I decide to give him a very big hint.
“I want to face this way,” I say sweetly, offering up no form of explanation because he doesn’t need one. He knows I want to watch Chance as his life force continues to drain and he grows weaker. I want to see the moment he gives his life to my babies so I can thank him for his gift. He may not be getting anything out of the way my babies are taking what they need, but hopefully, we can give him enough of a show that he goes out of here pleased. What guy doesn’t want to leave this world with a hard on, looking at a gorgeous girl getting fucked right in front of him. So, it’s my way of saying thank you, but if I’m being honest, it's also for me. I really fucking get off on being able to look him in the eyes, swallow his pains and the cries of his desperation and let them consume me as Ollie fucks me into oblivion. Some may say that’s a screwed up way to crawl over that edge and claim my orgasm, but I don’t give a shit. As usual, Ollie gives me exactly what I want. He throws me around so I am facing Chance and he is kneeling behind me. He roughly grabs onto my hips and pulls me back against him, his cock sliding along my wet folds but not diving deep like I want. Instead, he rubs the tip over my clit and I feel like my whole body is quivering in anticipation. I push back to meet him, desperate for more but he doesn’t give in. Ollie likes that this is the only time he can have just a tiny bit of control, even if it is all my choice.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Ollie breathes in my ear as I feel his hard chest pressing into my back. He pulls me up with him so I am kneeling in front of him and he has one hand on my hip, the other wrapped loosely around my neck. I can feel his cock pushing hard against my arse. I try to wiggle on his cock to show him exactly what I want, but he isn’t having any of it. Moving the hand from around my neck, he gently takes my nipple between his fingers before pulling and twisting it, causing a spark to travel straight to my vagina. I can feel my breathing start to become irregular and I crave more. I want to feel him everywhere and if I have to beg, I will.
“I want you. All of you. Inside me. Touch me. Anything… please,” I mumble incoherently, my thoughts scattered with the desperate need to be touched. Ollie’s hand that was on my hip snakes around to the front and he cups my mound, causing me to gasp. With ease, he slides his finger through my folds and finds my engorged nub. I’m already so sensitive from the pounding I took earlier and the fact I haven’t orgasmed with Ollie inside me yet. The minute his finger slides across my clit, I fee
l like I am breaking into tiny little pieces. Everything feels so sensitive and my body hums with desire. I quickly pick up where I left off before and the more he rubs against me, the more I cry out in pleasure. I feel the pressure building quickly, that feeling starting to wash over my body. I feel like I am about to tighten up and then fall to pieces, but before I even get a chance to reach the peak, Ollie moves his hand away.
“Fuck! What the fuck, Ollie?” I scream in frustration. He just chuckles against my ear.
“Baby, when I finally let you cum, I want to feel it on my cock. Now, bend over and tell me what you want,” Ollie instructs. At first, I’m fuming that he has the nerve to talk to me like this. I’m the one in charge, he knows the rules. Then my wanton desire takes over, my inner slut is desperate for his touch. He wants me to cum on his cock and I want to do it. I can’t believe I’m willing to give over control to someone else for the first time since I was a teenager. But I’m not thinking of him right now. He took something from me. This is not the same. I am giving Ollie the power and the control, but I trust that if I want to end it at any point, he will respect that. It only just occurs to me now as I’m thinking things through that I must actually trust Ollie. There's no way it's any more than that. I am not capable of more. Then again, I don’t think I could trust anyone else.
Fuck, I really need to stop overthinking things. I need to live in the moment. I look over at Chance and see that he has, once again, lost consciousness. When I listen really hard, I can hear the tearing of flesh and the scratching and squeaking as my babies enjoy their gift. Hearing how happy they are and how much I have been able to provide for them, fills me with joy and instantly pulls me back in the moment. Imagining their happiness and the pain Chance will feel when he wakes back up again, sends my body tingling. I bend back over as Ollie instructs, pressing my tits to the bed and sticking my arse in the air.
