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

    gurgled on my cock and I let her off. “Stop this, please!” she gasped, begging. “Evan, please!” I watched the spittle drip from her lips and I pressed her back down upon me. Past her, I could see Weiss let young blonde regain her feet. He grasped her by the arms to keep her from falling. He pulled her atop him and bounced her on his cock while they watched the remaining blonde dance on air. “Wish granted, my dear,” I hissed. I pulled Viv’s head off of me with such force that her spit flew everywhere. “Your daughter lives,” I told her, “for a few more moments.” “Stop this, Evan! Please!” Viv sobbed to me. “I know that you have the power! I’ve always known that you can do anything you wish!” I smacked her; kicked her onto her back. My foot found her neck and I stepped on her throat, just enough to choke. My former flame writhed beneath me, gasping and retching. “Red,” I ordered, “ride me, now.” Abigail mounted and rode me like that, as I choked Vivian beneath my heel. Abigail’s eyes were upon me, her soft breasts pressed against me, her tight cunt squeezing so beautifully, while her blonde-haired, blue-faced companion shuttered and finally went still on the gallows. I looked into Abigail’s eyes and read death-knowledge there. But there was also something else: the sick desire for passion over her own death. “Look there, baby,” I said. Abigail turned her eyes to Joy’s corpse swinging back and forth -- and came in ecstasy upon me. She scratched my chest and I pulled at her ...
    hair with one hand, squeezed her neck with the other. “Choke yourself out with my hand, bitch!” I squeezed hard as Abigail complied, pressing her neck into my hand. She gasped and gagged in front of me. Nearly a minute passed before her reflexes took over and she tried to pull away. But I had her with both hands, now, and I choked her out while she sat upon my cock. Abigail went limp and I threw her to the ground, face down, beside Vivian. Weiss came, screaming, as Gillian rode him. A few minutes later, he rose and took Gillian by the wrist. Threading his way through the Clubmen, Weiss nearly tripped over Abigail. He looked at me. “She was satisfying, yes?” he asked. I grasped the redhead by the long, flowing locks and pulled her head up so he could look into her face. I crouched over her, pressed my knee into to the center of her back and pulled hard on her head. Her spine snapped like a rotted branch. “Very satisfying,” I said as I ran my cock through her red tresses. “Come along, dear,” Weiss said to Gillian. “We’re done with this man.” Vivian took a long last look as Weiss lead her daughter away, tears streaming. I put my hand on her head and she looked up at me. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. “It’s time, my sweet,” I whispered. Clutching her close, I stepped up to the Wheel and spun it. Viv’s breathe caught as the Wheel went round and round. It passed ‘The Dance,’ ‘The Hand,’ and ‘The Rack.’ Finally it came to rest on... ‘The Block.’ “Oh,” I said, “what ...
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