Getting Away with Murder Chapter 4 - Under the Skin
- John Drake
- Apr 3, 2022
- 34 min read
Isabella sat there, arms crossed, seething in her helpless rage. She wanted to lunge across the table and gouge this bastard’s eyes out… and he knew it, too. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under her skin, and yet she was painfully aware of just how obvious it was anyways. It was all she could do but breathe in deep and close her eyes, thinking of how it would all be worth it once this smug asshole got a lethal injection. Just one more iron-clad confession and she would be done with this bastard. Zahira stepped up behind her, laying a hand on her shoulder and giving it a supportive squeeze. Isabella couldn’t help but lean into the touch, closing her eyes.
“Aww. How sweet,” Grant mused. “Do you think about how nice it is, that we live in a society where such affections can be openly displayed?”
“What do you mean?” Zahira asked. Isabella pursed her lips. Her partner should’ve known better than to take his bait.
Isabella grabbed Zahira’s hand and gave it a small squeeze before gently pushing it off her shoulder. “We’re just friends.”
“Ah, you don’t have to be shy. Some people hate you still, but as a whole, society accepts girl on girl love now. It’s so much better. Of course the religious folk are still disgusted by you, but we can all look down on those idiots.”
“ ‘We’?” Isabella sneered. “As if you aren’t just like them.”
“Meeee?” Grant said, his face twisting into an a disbelieving expression right out of a silent movie. “Surely you don’t lump me in with those people, detective. I love lesbians. I don’t want them - you - to disappear… why, if I had my way there would be more of you.” He shook his head. “Bisexual girls don’t really do it for me, I’m afraid. It’s not about disgust for what you get up to in bed… it’s just about my enjoyment. Only the ones that would never, ever take a man willingly to bed… I treasure them the most. Hate you? I’m your biggest fan, detective. It’s not my fault you’re made to be the perfect masturbatory aids for me.”
“You’re disgusting,” she sneered.
“No, no… what was disgusting was when you needed to hide. I’m sure you remember what it was like back before dykes like yourselves were more normalized.” He smirked, tilting his head as if he thought he was cute. “How long ago was it the Supreme Court legalized gay marriage?”
He looked between them. “I’ve been thinking about what to tell you next. The singer in the back of her own van? You already know about the twitch streamer, or I’d love to tell you all about her. Mmm, so many of my greatest hits are the one’s you’ve already failed to convict me on. Maybe I should tell you about the tourist from Japan, you don’t know about her… I was thinking about the dominatrix who actually booked a session with me thinking I was a woman, but… then the two of you inspired me.”
He smiled at them. “The Supreme Court changed everything for both of us, didn’t it?” Grant continued, a smile appearing on his face as he leaned back with a wistful sigh. “Weddings are such lovely occasions, and honeymoons are supposed to be such special times. I have to tell you about the best wedding gift I ever gave… and the best vacation I ever took…”
They were such a cute couple. You almost remind me of them, you know, though of course they were far more openly affectionate towards each other than you two. I wasn’t invited to the wedding, of course, but I found a video of it later to watch. I couldn’t help but marvel at how passionately they kissed when the vows were said, pressing their fat tits together. I don’t know if they even wore bras under their dresses, or panties, now that I think of it. The wedding isn’t where the story really starts, though. They were just so damn proud to be gay, detective… so proud to be the first lesbian couple in the city - just behind the gay dudes who got all the press - to tie the knot after that they actually put an ad in the paper for it themselves, as if the whole city should care about it. I doubt most people paid attention. I suppose in the end, though, their ad reached me and I did care… though maybe not in the way they expected. A honeymoon just on the beach resort just out of town…
It was easy to get entry to the reception, and easier still to follow the couple when they finally drove off at the end of the night. They led me to an isolated, quiet little beach house at the end of a lonely road, wonderfully far away from everything else. I just parked my car down the road a bit and napped for an hour to let them get settled and for the sun to finish going down, and only then did I prowl up to the house in the dark.
The lights were out in most of the windows, and when I tried the front door I found it unlocked. I guess their privacy and excitement blinded them to the importance of locking their doors behind them… not that it would have stopped me if they had. A discarded wedding dress was left abandoned in the foyer, dropped on the ground in casual haste, and I caught sight of a warm, flickering orange glow from an open door deeper inside. I could make out moans and taunts as I quietly stepped up to the doorway and peeked around the corner… and I had to smile when I saw what was waiting for me.
I had been a little worried about subduing two girls at once… I’d been thinking for a while about how I’d do it, how I might be able to isolate them or hold them with a weapon. In the end, it didn’t matter - the silly, horny dykes had done half the work for me! A soft-bodied, dark skinned brunette - Indian, I think - had been tied spread eagle to a luxurious bed, still mostly wearing her wedding dress despite the vibrator jammed up her cunt. Her heavy breasts had been pulled free and left to spill out to either side of her chest, her nipples swaying mesmerizingly as she twitched and squirmed in response to the toy buzzing away inside her.
Her wife walked into view a few seconds later, brandishing a stark black crop, whipping it across the inside of the brunette’s thighs and saying something I couldn’t quite make out. She was blonde and skinny, wearing a black leather corset that hugged her tanned skin and pushed her tits up to accentuate her cleavage. She leaned over the quivering Indian girl and began to suck and lick at her nipples, one hand brushing teasingly over the bound woman’s clit before drawing back and smacking hard across her slit.
A part of me wanted to wait and watch the show, but I didn’t want to risk passing up such an amazing opportunity. I stepped into the room, silently pulling a knife out from my pocket and coming up behind the domme. Her wife spotted me immediately, her eyes shooting wide open. “Marissa!”
The domme giggled, biting her lip and tweaking a finger across the sub’s clit in slow circles. “That’s Mistress to you,” she purred. “Enjoying yourself so much you’re getting forgetful, pet? Our night’s only just started…”
“Then I hope you don’t mind if I join,” I said grabbed the domme’s hair and jerked her roughly against me, my knife coming up against her exposed throat as she let out a shocked gasp. I leaned in, inhaling her scent and kissing at her warm, soft skin. “I seemed like a lovely wedding. Let me help make it a celebration to remember.”
“W-who are you?” the domme asked shakily. “I’ll scream!”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, tightening my grip on her hair until she winced in pain. “Fortunately you’ve chosen an oh-so-isolated little location.”
“Don’t hurt her!” the sub said, her fat tits bouncing as she fought the velvet ropes binding her limbs.
“Laasya, it’s okay!” Marissa said, dropping her crop and raising her hands in surrender. “Our purses are in the kitchen! Please, just take what you want!”
I smiled at that. “Don’t worry. That was already the plan.” I turned the knife around and drew the blunt side across Elena’s throat, causing both women to let out panicked shrieks. Laasya began to sob as I brought the sharp edge back to bear, pressing it against Elena’s skin. “Your woman is already ready… but you’re slacking behind. Take your panties off, dyke.”
She blinked, her eyes widening in realization, and I tightened my grip on her hair for emphasis. She sputtered a wordless beg, one hand flying down to hurriedly tug at her panties and slide them down over the curve of her ass. She shook her hips in her haste to get them off, inadvertently brushing against my hardening cock and shuddering as she did. “Good.” I let go of her hair and delivered a hard smack to her exposed asscheek, grabbing tight and jerking her about as I squeezed the tight flesh. “Now pick it up. Stuff them in your pet’s mouth.”
The girl grimaced, but another rough shake was enough to remind her who was in charge. She leaned forwards, half-climbing up onto the bed as she reached up and gingerly pressed her panties — the thin black fabric visibly soaked with her arousal — to her lover’s lips. Laasya didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, letting Elena push them inside.
I sighed, pulling on Elena’s hair and shoving her hard into the nearest wall. Her shriek turned into a dazed moan as she bounced off the wall and crumpled into a shivering ball, rubbing at the back of her head.
“Useless slut. You call that a gag?” I stalked around the bed and grabbed Laasya’s throat, causing the curvy sub’s eyes to shoot wide open in fear as a full-body cringe rocked through her. She screamed as I brought the knife up, shoving it into her mouth, but rather than cut her I used the blade to push the cloth to the back of her mouth, deep enough that she wouldn’t be able to work it out just with her tongue. She fought against her bindings, causing her tits to sway and her nipples to brush enticingly against my elbow, and I couldn’t help but deliver a sharp open-palmed smack against the nearest one, giving the soft flesh a firm squeeze as she whimpered.
“You stay there,” I mocked the bound girl as I walked back to where Elena was still groaning on the floor. Confident that the knife was no longer necessary, I slid it back into my sheath and hauled her to her feet. She babbled something I didn’t care about as I threw her in between her lover’s spread thighs, pushing her face down between Laasya’s big, coffee colored tits. I kicked Elena’s legs apart, bringing my cock out with my free hand and slapping it against her asscheeks.
“P-please!” Elena sputtered, struggling to speak with my hand forcing her face into her lover’s chest. “I don’t— I’m not into m-men! Please!”
I laughed. “I know… That is almost entirely the point, you stupid dyke.” I spit onto her exposed asshole, rubbing my saliva in with the tip of my rock-hard cock. “This wouldn’t be half as fun if you were. I bet you’re awful tight in here. Am I your first?”
“Please!” she screamed, her breath coming in short, panicked pants. I grinned, pressing my dick against her asshole teasingly, and she tried to push herself up, flailing wildly with her arms. I responded with a punch to the back of her head, the girl going limp on top of her lover with a stupid groan.
I forced myself into her without ceremony, grunting as the tight ring of her asshole squeezed almost painfully hard around my cock. Her entire body tensed beneath me, her ass clamping down so hard I couldn’t even pull out, let alone push in further. “Relax!” I smacked her ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of my hand. “You’re only making this harder for yourself!”
Both women had descended into frantic sobbing by now, and I sighed as I realized they weren’t going to be cooperative. But I had plenty of time, and so I set to working my way deeper into Elena’s tight asshole. It was slow going, as she fought me every step of the way, but that made it all the more satisfying when I’d push in and feel another inch of my cock sink into that sublime, squeezing heat, her hoarse voice rising into fresh begs and screams. She was tight, and fit, with a springy, firm ass that I had great fun spanking and smacking until it was raw and red and slick with sweat. And all the while her wife could do nothing but lie beneath her and make comforting moans through her gag — or maybe she was begging me to stop. I’m not sure. I’m sure I didn’t care.
Finally the dyke’s body gave in, and with a triumphant groan I pumped my hips and hilted deep in her ass. I sighed, relishing the sensation of her hot flesh flexing and squeezing around me as her blood dripped down onto my balls. The Indian girl moaned beneath her, looking up at me in horror as her lover screamed. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, by the way,” I said, grinning down at Laasya. She whimpered, eyes widening as my hand drifted towards the little pink button strapped to the inside of her thigh, a slim cord trailing towards her pussy. She shook her head frantically, only to tense and groan as I turned the little knob on the button all the way up, sending the vibrator that’d been buried in her cunt all this time into overdrive.
She let out a long, husky moan through the panties shoved into her throat, throwing her head back and shuddering as her eyes rolled back. With the submissive dyke shivering in ecstasy around a vibe and her mistress-wife trembling in pain around my cock, I settled into a relaxed rhythm, callously fucking the pale skinned bitch on top of her lover. Her ass began to loosen up just slightly as I broke her in, her own blood serving as lube for her rape. She grimaced and cried out with every thrust of my hips, tears welling in her eyes and dripping down onto her lover’s tits, her ass milking up my length and sending waves of pleasure through my body.
To be honest, I barely paid any mind to the physicality of it. Not that I didn’t enjoy having a trembling dyke’s ass squeezing my cock, the feeling of hot, tight warmth wrapped around my length, the satisfying slap of my hips against her ass or the way her tight buttocks rippled and bounced under the impact, mind you. It was nice, but the real pleasure came from the mind. How happy must this couple have been, finally wed and secreted away in their little beach house to enjoy a loving honeymoon? And now I had one of them spasming in pain as I reamed her asshole with my cock, while her lover could do little more than cum helplessly beneath her and watch me rape her senseless. It was perfect. I wasn’t a rookie at this anymore but I knew, even then, that this one was one I would treasure forever. I don’t know quite how long I spent like that, pounding that dyke’s ass while her blood dripped down to stain by balls. I know that I stretched it out longer than I needed to. Whenever I came close I would slow and lie down atop her, kissing at her neck and shoulders, caressing her trembling body and giving myself time to recover.
But I didn’t intend to spend all day fucking one hole. Finally I let myself finish, bottoming out in the blonde’s bloodied ass as my cock swelled up and my balls churned against her. I pumped my seed deep into her asshole as she shivered and wailed beneath me, then pulled out with a satisfied sigh and cleaned the mess off on her reddened rear.
And that was just the first day.
“Wait, first day?” Isabella knew she shouldn’t take his bait, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to know more.
“Of course!” Grant smirked back at her. “What, did you think it was always quick? Always just a few hours of pleasure with one of these disposable toys then gone? No… these two were going on honeymoon for a whole week, you know. Seven days where nobody would come looking for them. It’d be a waste to finish things up so quickly…”
Isabella clenched her fist on the table, her lips twisting into an ugly scowl. “Is it because they were gay? Couldn’t get over the idea that some woman out there wouldn’t want to touch your little dick?” She couldn’t keep the anger out of her voice. She wanted to hurt him.
“Izzy, relax.” Zahira placed a hand over hers, leaning down and lowering her voice. “He’s just trying to get in our head. We have to stay focused.”
“I already told you. It’s not about revenge, Detective,” Grant said. “It’s really just about having fun. But it does make things far much better when I can be sure the bitch I’m raping isn’t enjoying it in the slightest.”
“Fuck you,” she growled.
“Are you volunteering yourself?” Grant said with a sneer. “So noble, detective… I suppose that is one way to keep the rest of the world’s lesbian’s safe. Anyway, if I can continue now?”
I let them have the rest of the day off… it had been along day for me, too, after all. The beach house was well-stocked, and so after tying my new toys up in their bedroom — I left the sub cumming on the bed where I’d found her, and used some cuffs of my own to secure the passed out blonde to the heavy ornate wardrobe — I went and raided their kitchen. They had plenty of leftovers from the wedding reception, as well as an ample supply of various wines, and so I spent the first night out on the porch watching the boats drift by in the distance as I enjoyed my dinner.
I slept peacefully in the spare room, and went to check on them bright and early. Laasya, the sub, had clearly gotten no sleep whatsoever. She remained tied spread-eagle on the bed, moaning weakly, thighs shuddering and sheets soaked in sweat and girlcum. She didn’t react as I walked up and slid one hand along the inside of her thigh, my thumb spreading her slit to reveal the little pink vibe still buzzing away within. I pulled it out all at once, drawing a sudden series of shivers from her, her pussy twitching and clenching reflexively.
Next I turned to the domme, Elena. She was still wearing that tight black corset that so well accentuated her tits, but she looked more like a slave than a master with the way she’d curled up on the floor with her wrists cuffed over her head. I squatted down in front of her and pulled out a cigarette box I’d found in the kitchen, lighting it up and waving the smoking tip in front of her face.
Her nose scrunched up, her eyes flicking fitfully open a moment later. She blinked up at me in confusion, lips hanging open dumbly.
“Smoke?” I held the cig towards her lips, the smoldering tip pointed back at me.
Her brow furrowed, and her lip curled back in a snarl of recognition. She drew her head back and spat in my face. “Rapist asshole!” she hissed, voice hoarse. “You’re a monster!”
“Hmm.” I grunted, standing and wiping her spit off my face. Without speaking I ambled over to Laasya, who was staring up at the ceiling with a glazed, unfocused expression. I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a rough squeeze, feeling the clammy sweat clinging to her skin and brushing my thumb over the hard nub of her nipple. It was a good size, more than enough to fill my hand, and I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze harder, painfully hard, digging my nails in and giving the teat a little shake. She whimpered weakly, rolling her head side to side.
I glanced towards Elena, meeting her glare with a playful smirk, and held up the burning cigarette. Not breaking eye contact, I turned the cigarette down and pressed it firmly into Laasya’s nipple.
The sizzling of her skin burning was drowned out quickly by Laasya’s shrill scream, the thick-bodied slut arching her back and thrashing against her bindings. Her breasts bounced and swayed, slapping against each other with wet, sweaty smacks.
“W-wait!” Elena cried, trying to reach out towards her lover in vain despite her manacles. “Laasya!”
I didn’t look away, watching fresh tears bud in her eyes as the screaming sub writhed. I just pressed the cigarette in deeper, pushing a divot into the fat bouncing tit until the sizzling stopped, the whore’s screams had fallen to exhausted sobs, and the oddly enticing scent of cooked flesh wafted through the air.
Finally I turned to witness the result myself, flicking the spent cigarette to the floor. Laasya’s right nipple was just an ugly red scar, the sensitive bud pressed onto its side and burn-fused temporarily to her areola. A mad urge came over me, and I leaned down and took it into my mouth, one hand coming up to squeeze and knead the breast when the slut started shaking and whimpering yet again. I hummed around her, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my teeth, driving her cries up to a wretched shriek.
“Stop!” Elena shouted. The wardrobe she was cuffed to groaned as she dragged it in little inches across the floor, fighting to reach me. “Fucking stop!”
“Why should I?” I asked, turning and leaning down until I was almost nose to nose with her. I arched a brow and cocked my head, watching her eyes flick from me to her tortured wife.
“I-I’ll—” she licked her lips “—Fuck me instead. I’ll s-suck your dick!”
“Really? A married dyke like yourself choking on my cock?” I let out an exaggerated hum, looking back to where Laasya was watching with wide, teary eyes. “You know what? I do like that idea.”
“Y-yeah!” Elena said, nodding frantically. “Just leave her alone… I’ll do what you want. You’ll love it!”
“Quiet.” I flicked her between the eyes as I straightened up, my dick twitching to life as a plan formed. “I know you’re a fighter, whore… and those teeth of yours won’t be coming anywhere near me. But you’re not the only one with a warm mouth to fuck, are you?” I turned to Laasya, who shivered as I approached. Though she was tightly bound, the knots had been tied well by her lover and weren’t hard for me to easily undo: it only took me a second to release her wrist. She drew it back to herself instantly, watching as I circled the bed and untied her one limb at a time.
“W-what are you doing?” Elena asked.
Laasya curled back into herself, backing against the headboard and rubbing at her sore joints. The stupid whore didn’t even think to take the panties out of her mouth until I pulled them out myself, tossing them carelessly back over my shoulder. She flinched as I caressed her face, drinking in her fear. My cock was visibly pulsing in anticipation now, rock hard and stiff. I grabbed her cheeks and gave her head a rough shake, growling down at her. “You will call me Master, and nothing else you little fucktoy… understand?”
“Y-yes, Master!” She didn’t even hesitate.
“Laasya!” Elena called. Laasya tried to look away, but I forced her head back to me.
“You do what I say from now on,” I whispered. “If you disobey or upset me, you’ll be punished. Continue to disobey, and I’ll slice off your wife’s clit and feed it to you. And then—” he paused, kissing her softly on the cheek “—I will kill you both. Understood?”
The girl cringed back from his kiss. “Yes, Master.”
It was adorable. Honestly, it’s like she was born to be dominated. “Good little cunt.” I gave her a light slap across the cheek. “Now how about you tie your wife up for me, hmm?” I stepped back and leaned against the wall, brandishing my knife with a casual flick of my wrist. My new pet slid out of bed with surprising speed, kneeling down next to her wife.
“Laasya, no!” Elena wailed. “Don’t listen to him!”
“I h-have to, babe. Sorry!” Laasya sniffled, grabbing Elena’s wrists firmly as she lifted the wardrobe enough to slide the cuffs out. Her more curvy build belied a strength under her curves, and I admit that if the girl had actually had the balls to oppose me then she might have caused some trouble. That, or probably she would have just forced me to kill her sooner. Elena put up barely any fight against her wife as she was pulled towards the bed and made to lie on her back. She just stared stupidly, letting her lover tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts until she was bound securely, all four limbs stretched out spread eagle.
Laasya looked to me for approval, and I gave her a small nod. “Undress her.” Elena began to tear up as her sexy corset was undone and her long black stockings rolled down her legs. Soon she was left naked, the nipples cresting her perky tits growing firm in the open air. She glared up at me hatefully while Laasya stepped meekly to the side, her hands held nervously in front of her.
“Now what, you son of a bitch?” Elena asked, voice quavering. “You gonna r-rape me again?”
“Well, yes. Obviously. But I’ll have a helper this time.” I smiled, jerking my head towards Laasya. “Sit on her face, cunt.”
She sobbed a little… but the obedient Indian whore did as she was told. “Y-yes, sir…”
Elena didn’t waste her breath on protesting this time; even she knew that the beautiful submissive girl didn’t have it in her to refuse me. She just shook her head in silence as Laasya climbed onto the bed and straddled her head, wrapping her smooth thighs snug around her head.
“Good.” I climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling between Elena’s spread legs and stroking my cock. Though I’d been hard before, my erection had faded somewhat while I waited for my orders to be followed, and so I beckoned to Laasya, holding my dick out intently. She didn’t need to be told what I wanted. With a shaky sigh she leaned down, her big tits mashing against her lover’s toned belly. I smacked her across the face with my dick, then held it expectantly in front of her lips, thrusting callously into her mouth as soon as they parted.
She retched as I sunk down into her throat, her body convulsing pleasantly around me… but she didn’t bite. No, she took my cock like a good girl, all the way down to the base, even when her nose scrunched up in disgust against my coarse pubes. I grabbed a handful of her hair to steady her as I facefucked her, raising my voice to call out over her back. “Enjoying yourself down there, cunt? This isn’t a vacation for you. You’d best be eating your wife’s pussy like a good little dyke,” I said. “Because if she doesn’t cum before I do, I going to break her nose.”
Elena’s response was indecipherable past Laasya’s thighs muffling her, but I was just able to make out the wet shlicking of a tongue in action which, combined with Laasya’s toes curling and eyes fluttering, let me know my orders were being followed. I sighed in satisfaction, idly scraping out Laasya’s throat with the bulbous head of my cock, and allowed myself a few minutes to simply enjoy my power over the lesbian whores, and—
Isabella shot up out of her chair and slammed her palms down into the table.
Grant blinked, his eyes refocusing on her as she broke his happy reverie. “Did you have something to say?”
Yes, Isabella wanted to shout. She wanted to scream and kick, to throw his chair back onto the floor and stomp on his head while he was cuffed. This was… somehow worse. He was taking something precious, an interaction they loved and cherished from another another, and polluted it… ruining it. She’d despised him before, but after spending so long locked in a room listening to his self-indulgent asides and casual bigotry, her feelings had escalated to full-blown hatred. Even just sitting in the room with him was enough to make her pulse quicken and her heart ache in her breast. Everything in her wanted to lash out… but she had to control herself. As satisfying as it would be to take her rage out on him, she knew it was exactly what he wanted. The entire confession would be worthless in court if she attacked him now, which would mean she’d have not only sat through his manipulations for nothing, but she’d also be directly responsible for him getting away.
Again.
Zahira placed a hand on her shoulder, and Isabella reached up to grab it with her own. She took a deep breath and eased back into her seat, glaring daggers at the man.
Grant met her intense gaze with a relaxed grin, not looking away as he continued his story.
I had them right where I wanted them. Elisa tied taut on her back, eating Laasya’s sloppy pussy while I raped her throat. The submissive girl wasn’t wearing any makeup anymore but that didn’t make the tears streaming from her puffy red eyes any less satisfying. Still, this was just the first part of my plan. Laasya’s whole body shook with a powerful retch as I finally pulled out of her throat, my cock slathered with frothy spit. “Thanks for warming me up, pet,” I said, tousling her hair. She blinked up at me expectantly, a small moan escaping her as her cunt was serviced.
I adjusted my hips, lining myself up between Elena’s spread legs. Her toned thighs tensed against mine, biceps bulging as she pulled against her bonds, but to no avail. My slickened manhood slid into her pussy with a buttery ease, and I groaned at the sensation of her muscular, barely-used cunt squeezing around me. Her anguished scream was well-muffled by Laasya’s thighs, and I paid it no mind, already pumping my hips with a relaxed rhythm. “Remember, Elena,” I said with raised voice, “if your wife doesn’t cum before I do, she’ll be punished!” I paused to grind hilted against her, my abs bumping against Laasya’s face. “And as tight as you are, I expect you don’t have much time!”
That shut her up, mostly. I could still hear some soft sobbing as I pistoned the dyke’s pussy, but now she was refocused on her goal, on protecting her lover. She was strong-willed, and I loved using that trait against her.
I closed my eyes and grabbed her thighs, relishing the velvety smooth embrace of Elena’s body. There was no rhythm to her spasms — she wasn’t trying to please me, after all — but they felt wonderful all the same. I thrust inside her with a primal violence, her natural excitement dripping down and coating my balls in their warm wetness, our bodies meeting with louder and louder slaps of flesh on flesh as the smell of sweat and sex filled the air. Her cunt clenched around me whenever she sobbed, squeezing suddenly down my entire length as if it didn’t want me to leave and sending flashes of tingling ecstasy up my spine. Truthfully, I could’ve blown my load in the first minute, but I didn’t want to. I stretched it out instead, slowing down whenever the pressure in my balls grew too tight, sometimes even stopping entirely and letting her pussy massage my length on its own. The only reason I didn’t beat her and punish Laasya for her failure was that I wanted to enjoy this for longer.
You could say it wasn’t a very fair competition.
I had no interest in losing, however, and I paid careful attention to Laasya’s demeanor. I watched her begin to relax, her eyes growing unfocused and her mouth hanging open as she let out shaky moans. She was close to popping. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her roughly out of her stupor and pushing her face down towards my dick. She needed no instruction, dutifully licking and kissing at my cock as I raped her wife. I closed my eyes, switching to shorter, measured thrusts, edging the tip of my cock in and out of Elena’s pussy, letting her convulse and squeeze at the sensitive head. The wet caress of Laasya’s moaning mouth along my shaft added an extra dimension to my pleasure, and the knot of pleasure building in my balls soon overwhelmed me.
I grunted and growled, pulling Laasya’s head away from me so I could slam balls deep into Elena’s pussy. She wailed as she felt my cock swelling, my balls tightening against her, realizing that she had lost the race just as I pumped the first rope of cum deep into her body.
My hips shook as my orgasm rocked through me. I grabbed a handful of Laasya’s firm ass and let out a strained moan, my other hand holding her face just in front of my groin as I packed my load into her wife with sharp, short thrusts. My hard pubic bone smashed into her face over and over, causing her to flinch and cry out and try to pull away, but I held her firm, bludgeoning her nose bloody as I filled her lover with my seed.
When I finally pulled out, spent, I looked down to witness my cum drooling out of Elena’s soaked pussy, chest heaving, and listened to both women’s cries, feeling satisfied. It was an excellent start to the second day, and there was so —
“Are you seriously going to tell us how you raped them every day of the week?” Isabella asked bitterly. “Every day?”
“Why not?” Grant asked innocently. “That’s part of my confession.”
“No! Fuck that. We don’t need to hear that.” Isabella shook her head emphatically, looking to Zahira for support. “We get the damn idea.”
Zahira’s face was flushed with anger, one hand raised to rub against her slim throat as she looked intensely over at the rapist. It took her a moment to realize she was expected to speak, at which point she suddenly stiffened, letting a small growl out. “She’s right. We get it. Skip to the end.”
“Are you sure?” Grant asked, his voice low and oily. “You know, I have a theory I’ve been nursing for some time now. As weak as any woman is when faced with a powerful man’s cock, I’ve noticed that people who think they have authority… people like cops… are the most submissive of them all. Do you think that’s true?” He pushed his chair back and shifted in his seat, spreading his legs lazily to either side to reveal the long bulge of his dick, hard in his pants. “Being in a room with a man like myself, one who’s bred and owned so many other cunts — it must be torture for you to stand there and only listen. Maybe you’d like to be my next conquest? I may have murdered a dozen women in my life, but I’ve made love to so many more and left them in peace with dumb smiles on their face.” He smiled, cocking his head slightly. “I’m sure we could enjoy some alone time once I’ve given my confession.”
Tears were welling in Zahira’s eyes. She shivered and looked away, wiping the wetness from her cheeks and mumbling something under her breath.
Fresh anger flared up in Isabella’s breast. How dare this bastard talk to her partner like that! She put herself protectively between Zahira and Grant, glaring at him as she seethed her next words. “Just tell us where you put the bodies, freak. That’s all we need to know.”
“Oh. Hmm. Well.” Grant glanced up to the clock and shrugged. “I suppose it is getting late…”
Earlier I called this a vacation for me. I might have been overly cavalier about it, detectives. It was a lot of hard work, not giving those two sexy sluts a moment of rest. I kept them busy with their misery all hours of the day… but it was worth it. By the time we reached day seven and my little trip was winding down I had finally broken Elena’s spirit. Not that she’d made it easy…
She was a mess of bruises, dried blood, and cum. Her perky tits were stained with messy red blotches where I’d stapled her flesh together, and her nipples were still throbbing red, silver bars freshly pierced through the little nubs. Four of the fingers on her right hand crumpled at odd angles, each one having been broken in multiple places. I’d kept her hands bound so she’d been unable to split them herself, and her wife had proved a broken little fuckdoll from the start so she wasn’t going to do it if I forbid her. Ugly purple welts dotted her thighs and flat belly, some accompanied by little scratches where the baseball bat I’d beaten her with had left splinters in her skin, and her pretty nose was smashed almost flat. Whenever she opened her mouth to suck in a breath the hollow sockets where her teeth used to be were on full display. It was hot… But do you know what the sexiest part of it was?
Her eyes.
There had been a fire in them before, a determination, a hatred. In fact, she looked almost like you do right now, Detective… she had that same glare. I love that fire. Do you know why? Because once it’s finally snuffed out, the empty, broken stare of a well-tamed slut can get me rock hard all on its own.
Laasya was far better off that her wife was, though not unscathed. She mostly did as she was told, but there were times I was forced to hurt her just to make a point. Her fat tits had taken the brunt of the damage, with long red scars criss-crossing the once pale flesh from when I’d found the cat of nine tails in their toy chest. She winced and flinched constantly, muscles sore from long nights bound tight in awkward positions, and would let out little whimpers of pain whenever her thighs rubbed together, a reminder of the day I had cut her clit off and force fed it to her wife.
“Well, ladies, our honeymoon is almost at an end,” I told them. They each knelt obediently in front of me, my cock drooping down before them. “Now how about one last blowjob for the road?” They exchanged tired glances with each other, but didn’t move nor answer. I think they expected I would kill them at the end of the day no matter what they did. And they were right about that, of course… but I couldn’t let them think that, so I clapped my hands together, drawing their attention with the sharpness in my voice. “Now! I’ll count to five, and if either one of you isn’t slobbering over my dick and balls, I’ll cut the other’s head off and stuff it up your cunt!”
Laasya, bless her, was the first to lean in. She buried her nose into the base of my sack with a tired moan and curled her tongue around one of my smooth balls. I smiled, placing one hand comfortingly on the back of her head and looking expectantly to Elisa, who swayed slightly before following her wife’s lead. She sighed, pressing her soft lips to the stiffening head of my cock and circled the tip with her tongue, kissing and suckling while it grew into her mouth.
“Good girls,” I purred, watching them work with a warm smile. “You know, after all we’ve been through together, I think I’ve gotten attached.” They showed no sign of hearing me, focused entirely on their duty. I sighed, closing my eyes and listening to the quiet sounds of their lips and tongues caressing my member. It wasn’t very enthusiastic service, but in a way I found their reluctance arousing on its own. “I think I’ll visit you two again someday,” I lied. “Wouldn’t you like that? The two of you are just going to living your life in peace, hoping to never see my face again… and one day I’m just in your house? Would you fight? Run? Or would you just drop to your knees like I never left and give me another blowjob, just… like… this…”
They faltered for a moment. Laasya allowed my balls to drop from her mouth, her cushy lips merely brushing against the underside of my shaft as she sucked in a small gasp. Elena, too, went still, her lips wrapped tight around my cock. I cracked my eyes open and peered down knowingly, meeting each of their gazes in turn, suddenly hopeful and alive in a way I hadn’t seen in days. Paradoxically, the promised dismal future was a hopeful one to them… it was a future in which they could live.
“Unless you give me some bullshit, pathetic blowie like this,” I said to them. “Then I guess there’d be nothing to look forward to, would there be?”
Their eyes widened. Elena suddenly straightened up, grabbing my shaft with one slender hand and swallowing half of my length in a single gulp. I groaned, my legs tensing, and a second later Laasya joined her, eagerly slobbering her tongue across the underside of my shaft and massaging my balls with her palm. Yes, they were motivated now… and I could understand why. I had never lied to them before, you see. They trusted me, in a perverse way. What the dumb sluts didn’t realize was that I’d been honest specifically, and only, so they would trust this one promise of mine. Have this one last hope to take away.
I placed one hand on each of their heads, but allowed them to service me at their own pace. They sucked cock well for a pair of seasoned dykes, taking turns swapping between my dick and balls, their lips buzzing with breathy moans and their hands slick with spit, working my shaft and massaging my sack. No part of me was left untouched for more than a second, my cock throbbing with the pleasure of their hungry tongues tracing my length and their lips wrapped around my tip. They sucked my balls into their mouths and caressed them with their tongues before letting them pop free with small gasps, swallowed my shaft deep into their throats, and even ran their hands up and down my firm abs, tickling my belly with their nails.
It was the best blowjob I’d ever had. They sucked me off better than twin could have —
Grant paused. “You know,” he said as he looked over at the two detectives, “I’ve always wanted a pair of twins… but I’ve been consistently disappointed. I’ve found a few pairs of hotties as I hunted around. A few of them even had a lesbian among them… but in neither case were they both. Such a let down. There would be no point is fucking twins if you didn’t get to complete the set, and I’m not going to lower my standards just for two girls that look the same.”
The rapist seemed perfectly relaxed as he shook his head in dismay. “Haven’t even found a pair of sisters like that… and not for lack of trying.” He grinned widely. “Don’t suppose the two of you know any, do you?”
“Stop stalling,” Isabella cursed. “Get on with it!”
Grant chuckled. “Fine, detective… if you’re that excited to hear the end, sure.”
I’m sure it’s not surprising that I reached my peak quickly with the pair of them lavishing me with their mouths. My grip on their heads tightened as my balls began to churn. I groaned and pulled them each off of my cock, grabbing Elena’s hand and using it to jerk myself off onto her face. She wanted to please me so badly, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, staring up at me with those watery, broken eyes.
My cum shot across her face in long, creamy strings as I pumped my hips, stretching out my orgasm. When I stepped back to examine her, she simply set her hands down on her legs and knelt in silence while my cum dripped down across her eyes and mouth.
I snorted, amused by her pitiful appearance. “Share with your wife.”
She turned slowly to Laasya, who looked back with a grimace. A man’s cum must have been disgusting to them, but they wanted to live, and so they wrapped their hands around each other’s faces and met in a tender kiss. They were hesitant at first, Laasya’s hands shaking as she scooped my seed up with her finger and brought it to her mouth, but gradually they grew more passionate, taking some comfort in each other’s lips even as their rapist’s cum drooled down onto their bruised tits.
“That’s enough.” I sighed, stretching my arms to either side, and going for my rope. “We did have fun, didn’t we girl? Alright… let’s get you tied up nice and tight, and then I’ll leave. I’m sure the cleaning staff will find you in a day or two.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Elena croaked. Her voice was hoarse. Scarred. It was wonderful.
They didn’t fight me as I began to work the rope. They knew better by then. I tied them together facing each other, with each of their heads leaning over the others shoulder and their arms and legs doubled up behind their backs. I pulled the ropes so tight that their tits were nearly flat, pressed painfully into each other’s bosoms and turning darker colors from the pressure. I’d raided their toy collection days ago, and they really had come prepared for a good time in bed… I had a lot to work with. It was trivial to push vibes into their cunts and sealing them in with wide, bulging dildos. Their loose assholes were filled with buttplugs I slicked in their open mouths, and their mouths stuffed with a double-sided one… just short enough that they could still breathe easily enough. By the time I was doing tying them their holes were stuffed, neither could move, and neither had a prayer of pulling their head back far enough to ungag themselves on the dildo down their throat.
I think you’ll like this next part, Isabella.
They’d been planning to spend an entire week at this sleepy little beach house, and — rather cutely, I should add — had packed all their clothes for the trip in one massive trunk. It was mostly light summer wear and house clothes, with a few more elaborate outfits in case they decided to go out, but nonetheless the trunk was big enough to fit two lesbian cunts into.
Their eyes widened when I dragged it into the bedroom, and they began to struggle, but it was far too late. I squatted down and picked them up with a grunt of exertion, dropped them bodily into the trunk, and slammed the lid shut.
I could still just barely hear their muffled screams as I locked the lid, along with the buzzing of the vibes I’d buried deep in their sore pussies. The trunk was almost too big to fit into my car, but with some effort I managed to squeeze it in, along with a shovel from the tools shed. I opted to leave my radio off during the drive, listening to their soft, barely audible persistent screams instead. It wasn’t a long drive… I only took the car halfway up the dirt road back to civilization before stopping. We’d left the beach just far enough away that the soil here was dry but not too hard, and the shade of the trees made digging the six foot deep grave almost pleasant.
I sighed, wiping the sweat of labor from my brow as I dropped the shovel and dragged the trunk out into the dirt. The girls shrieked as it hit the ground, their voices raised in frantic begging. Perhaps they thought I was going to take them home with me, keep them as pets for the rest of their lives. Honestly, Detective, it did cross my mind… but I’m not really a pet person. Not sure I’m responsible enough to be a good pet owner, either.
The trunk clattered loudly as I shoved it into the grave, the screams of its two occupants barely audible from above. I opened up the lid, and let them see the hole they were in. The panicked expressions on their face didn’t grow any less so as I pulled out my cock and took a piss right on top of them before closing the trunk back up, sealing it shut. Taking the shovel up once more, I began to pile dirt up on top of them, foot after foot, packing it in with smacks of the flat shovel head until there was nothing but smooth earth.
I bent down onto my knees and placed my ear to the dirt. To my satisfaction, I could still — only just — hear a muffled feminine wail from there.
A few branches and plants placed on top of the grave served as camouflage to keep anyone driving past seeing obviously fresh dirt. I drove back to the beach house for a shower and a meal, then returned home refreshed from my lovely vacation.
To be honest with you detective, I don’t even remember exactly where I buried them.
Grant sat cuffed to the chair in silence, his head held high and his legs casually spread, still displaying the erection trapped in his pants. He met Isabella’s cold stare with a lopsided grin. Perhaps a minute passed in silence, broken only by the quiet ticking of the clock high on the wall. Finally Isabella spoke. “Is that it?”
“Hm?” Grant arched his brow. “Is what it?”
“You’ve refused to shut up since we cuffed you to that chair,” Isabella said. “When did you learn that those two women’s bodies were found?”
“Bodies?” Grant pouted and cocked his head innocently. “Detective, there were no bodies. They were alive the last time I saw them.”
She glared at him flatly. “You locked them in a trunk and buried them alive.”
“Yes. Emphasis on alive.” Grant smiled at them. “I’m sure they got out.”
“Through rope, wood, and six feet of dirt?”
“Stranger things have happened,” he said casually. “You know, you want to prove me wrong… you could just go and check. I’ll tell you where the cabin was, and you can have someone dig around. I’m sure that if that chest is still down there with those sluts in it you’ll find it, right? Then you can prove me a liar about hem being alive.”
Isabella slammed her first onto the table, clenching her jaw. The state hadn’t executed a prisoner in decades; based on precedent, they needed a rock solid case on three capital charges. Two murder confessions with inconsistent and non-confirmed details on a third? That would only get him life in prison, even with the most vindictive judge. If she could just get him to confess to a third murder, give any sign that at least one of the married couple had died for sure by his hand, then the death sentence was on the table. As it was, though… he was leaving leeway. Refusing to confess to some elements. Giving details they couldn’t verify. Worthless.
“Fine.” Isabella shook her head and let her shoulders slump, hoping to entice him with an apparently defeated rival. “Tell us about your next victim.”
Grant snorted. “What other victims?”
Isabella stiffened. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing, didn’t he? “You mentioned others,” she said, trying to control her anger. “Don’t you want to tell me all about them?”
“Oh, those? Nah, I was just bragging. Nope, sorry, you know about all of them now.”
Grant’s sneer was almost overwhelming, and it left Isabella furious. “What’s the matter, scum? Afraid of getting a lethal injection?”
He was still smiling. She hated that smile. So warm, relaxed—she would even call him cute if she saw him out on the street. And he knew it. It was infuriating. “It’s late, detective… and I’m tired. Good luck trying to execute me with what you’ve got. I’ve enjoyed our conversation here.” He relaxed back into the chair and closed his eyes. “I expect I’ll be thinking about it for years in jail… stroking my cock as I think about you two in all those positions. I only hope you two had as much fun as I did.”
Again, the silence. Isabella waited for him to follow up, to try and taunt them, but he didn’t even open his eyes. It was like he’d fallen asleep in the middle of the interrogation room. She stood from her chair. “Hey. Hey! We’re not done here!”
No response. His chest swelled as he took a deep breath. Isabella’s hands curled into fists on the table. She went to walk around it, to grab him and shake more out of him, but was stopped by Zahira stepping in front of her.
“He’s not giving us anything else,” she said quietly. Her pretty brown eyes were still a little puffy, but her lips were set into a hard line. “We have enough to put him away for life as it is.” She turned to the camera in the corner and nodded, and a few seconds later the door opened, a pair of officers stepping into the cramped room.
They undid Grant’s cuffs, hauled him out of the chair, and resecured them once more. “We’ll get him processed, detective,” one of them said, dipping his head to Isabella and Zahira in turn. “Don’t worry. He ain’t getting away this time.”
They shoved Grant towards the door. He stumbled a few steps before regaining his balance, looking back and meeting Isabella’s glare. He gave her one last, cocky wink, and then the officers pushed him into the hall and out of sight, closing the door behind them.
Zahira and Isabella were alone.
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