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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
fortuitous pleasure!” Viv looked at me -- lost. The crowd parted, revealing a path to the where the block sat. It was a polished square of wood with two grooves cut for the laying of a head. Though it was difficult to tell how many axe blows had landed on that hardened wooden block, crisscrossed as it was with chips and indentations, the stained blood-red color attested to an inspiring sum. Growing white with terror, Viv turned to run, suddenly desperate to find some, albeit improbable, way out of the personal hell she was trapped in. I caught her by the hair and pulled her to me; walked her to the block. Turning, I looked to Olivia; motioned her forward. “Do her hair up, like yours.” Olivia complied, and, in no time, Vivian was standing before me wearing a fashionable French Twist. I caressed her cheek -- -- then, I seized her by the wrist and shoulder and forced her to her knees! “NO! NOO!” she said. I looked down at her and smiled cruelly. “Give me the best head of your life and maybe you won’t lose it!” She nodded and I thrust inside. Every time she had blown me, Vivian had been hesitant, holding back. This time I felt the full depth of her skill and it was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Warmth embraced my entire length. Spit flowed freely from Vivian’s lips. Her head moved up and down in long, deliciously vibrant strokes. Her eyes were closed, leaking tears at the corners, but she worked like a woman possessed. “Jesus Christ!” I thought, “Who knew?” Seconds passed and ...