1. Club Fatale, Pt. 8


    Date: 11/14/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Cruelty, Death, Extreme, Murder, Necrophilia, Rape, Snuff, Torture, Violence, Author: nightscribe, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

    other well, but I feel almost as if I have a connection with you. Please... I would like it to... to be you...” She held her breath as I considered. “And what would Mr. Kensington say of this?” my tight voice asked. “He told me that if you consent, it would be alright with him.” I touched her face, searching the guileless blue eyes for a hint of fear or remorse, hatred or disgust. I could see none. Just nervousness. Whether her apprehension was for my answer or her own predicament, I couldn’t tell. “How are you to go?” I asked. She was silent for but a moment. “Your choice, sir...” and as she held my eyes, “my lord...” “Then I will have you by blade and cock,” I said and kissed her softly on the lips. She shuttered and trembled into me. We danced a few minutes more, pressed against each other. I could feel her body distinctly through her gossamer dress. As we left the dance floor, I passed her back to Kensington. He was speaking with Jacob Nelson and Cooper Ellington. Max Weiss was nearby, his blonde and redhead still mounted on either arm. The redhead stared at me with hot eyes. “Who’s this one?” she asked, and stroked a finger down Weiss’s chest. I stared at her, puzzled by her apparent disregard for what was transpiring in the Blue Room -- for already another brunette Femme was being prepared: strapped down as a receptacle for any admiring man to use. As I watched, two men took positions and plowed into her from both ends. The redheaded bombshell was either the coolest ...
    customer I could imagine, or completely oblivious to how precarious her fate was. “Just a lucky man whose fortune will one day run out,” Weiss said. I nodded and smiled. “Good evening, Weiss,” I said, and then introduced myself to the two ladies. Abigail was the redhead and Joy was the blonde. I had last seen Joy the night of the poker game, but had not spoken to her. “Quite a place, eh?” Weiss asked Vivian, watching the brunette from the corner of his eye. “Yes,” she said, and very quietly: “Quite.” “You should count yourself lucky, my dear. No living woman has ever seen the sights that you are seeing now.” “I don’t understand what you’re implying,” Vivian said. Kensington, Cooper and Jacob suddenly fell silent, as did all the ladies. “She doesn’t know?” Jacob asked, quietly. “Tell her,” Weiss said, smiling. “I want to see her reaction. Tell her, Anderson, now, or I will.” “Please,” I said, tightly, “don’t let me keep you from the joy of it.” He smiled, delighted. “Very well. The reason, my dear, why you are seeing what no woman alive ever has is because no woman ever leaves the Blue Room. By tradition, all women entering must be snuffed before the rising of the sun. Every woman that you see here tonight is cock food. The performers, the servers, the companions, even the musicians that play for our enjoyment. All will entertain us in the most final of ways...” Viv looked at me, eyes wide, hoping against hope that what the German was saying was nothing but a sick joke. But in my ...
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