Chapter Twenty-One – Acceptance

The party was in full swing — as were the three women hanging before the assembled mass of Clubmen and Femmes.

They had only been up for a few minutes, but already I was aching in the cock.

One by one, Jacob let them down from the gallows so that I could take them once more before they expired. Redheaded Cameron. Blonde-haired Kelly. And finally: beautiful, blonde Carol. One by one, I raped them, and finished with the mother. Pulling her off me, I sprayed my semen upon her tits and face — seeding her one last time.

“Sweet Carol,” I cooed admiringly, as I caressed her shivering face, “now you go to join your daughters.”

I leaned in close and spoke softly, intimately, for her ears only.

“I won’t remember you afterwards. No one will. It will be as if you and your daughters never existed. Your lives discarded for a man’s momentary pleasure.”

I licked her salty tears away.

“Goodbye, you piece of trash,” I said harshly.

I nodded and Jacob pulled at the rope, hoisting the daughterless mother into the air and leaving her kicking and jerking. He tied it off.

I turned and sat between Emmanuelle and Devon, leaving Jacob to watch as the mother and two of his former Femmes strangled, side by side by side.

Francesca and Sophia sat on either leg.

“Jacob,” I said, suddenly, “I want to thank you for the kindness and friendship that you have shown me since I arrived and I want to offer you a life…”

I squeezed Sophia’s breast.

“Sophia,” I said.

The girl paled.

Jacob walked to stand before the trembling girl. After a moment, he spoke. “How should I dispose of her?” he asked, quietly.

“Any way you see fit, my friend,” I said. “Tonight, tomorrow or next year. It’s up to you. She’s yours now.”

Jacob removed his cock from his pants.

“A blow of fate,” he said. “And we’ll see about your worth, bitch.” And he forced the dark-skinned woman to her knees and her test.

Nice, I thought. I gestured to Francesca and she knelt. Her lips went to my cock and she bobbed her head up and down — sucking me in synchronicity with Sophia.

I luxuriated in the feel of her lips and spit on my cock.

I looked to the hanging ladies. Kelly was already gone. Her corpse swung slowly from side to side, between the other two. Cameron was next, I could tell. Her face was blue, her breath came in sharp gasps. I pulled Fran down upon me; held her, full-throated, as the redhead struggled for her last gasps of air. I watched intently. It was only after the girl expired that I allowed the other to breathe again.

Fran fell back retching and coughing.

Reaching for Devon, I pulled her to her knees before me and throated her, as well. My eyes fixed upon beautiful Carol, bored into her. She too was going quickly. Desperately, I jacked my cock off with Devon’s throat. Yanking her off and pulling Fran close, I ejaculated upon their paired faces as I watched Carol’s final moments.

Carol died listening to my orgasmic cries.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sophia choking on Jacob’s cock.

“What do you think, Evan?” he asked. “End her now or later?”

“Ask yourself, my friend,” I advised, “if you’d miss fucking her pussy, taking her ass, raping her face… Would it be a sacrifice on your part, losing her? Would you remember her wistfully or not at all?”

Jacob thought about it. “Not at all,” he responded.

“Then let her live,” I decreed.

Jacob released Sophia.

“My god, Evan,” Francesca said, from her position kneeling at my feet. I could feel the disgust in her voice. “How can you be so casually cruel?”

I caressed her semened face. “Sweet Fran,” I said. “Should I show you the truth? Should I demonstrate just how creative I can be?”

“No, Evan…” she begged, shaking her head slowly, “no…”

I reached into my pocket and removed a coin.

“One flip,” I said, staring into her eyes. “Heads: we strangle you. Tails: we strangle Devon.”

Devon stiffened, her mouth still on my cock.

“Evan!” Francesca had time to say.

— I flipped.

It was as silent as the grave at that moment, while every eye in the room strove to discover which pretty lady would be sacrificed.

I snatched the coin out of the air; held it out for Fran to see.

“Sorry, old girl,” I said.

“Oh god, Evan, no!” she screamed. “Please, oh god, please don’t do this to me, Evan!”

I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them. I held her tight as I said to Devon, “Bring me the hair garrote.”

“No, please!” Fran cried. “No!”

“Emma,” I ordered the blonde, “you and Devon will complete the act together. You will hold Francesca’s face to my cock as you do so. I want to feel her last breath, her last struggle, upon my manhood. I want her to know the pleasure she gives me. I want her to know just what her life is worth.”

And I caressed her cheek and jaw.

Emmanuelle stood and, in tandem with Devon, took up position to one side of Francesca. I held her shoulders as the two beauties wrapped a length of raven hair, Angelique’s hair, about the brunette’s neck, between the both of them. Slowly they tightened the midnight strands.

My hands drifted down Fran’s torso and I took a firm breast in either hand — held them tightly as she panted in pure terror. I tweaked a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth. I pressed my cock between her orbs and fucked in and out — squeezed her tits around my shaft.

My mouth fell open with lust — as the brunette was strangled with her face pressed to my hard cock.

Francesca tried to gasp, to pull in breath, but there was nothing for her. Her lips touched the life-giving air, but she was allowed none of it. Saliva dripped from her mouth, wetting my cock anew. I watched her eyes, her begging eyes, and I brushed back a lock of her glorious dark hair.

I stared in fascination as a single tear rolled down Emmanuelle’s cheek. I smiled at her and watched her face set in determination, as she went about her grisly work. “Oh yes, my love,” I said. “Oh, fuck, yes! Give me her life!” My eyes flicked to Devon. Her brows were tight; the muscles stood out on her slender arms. She was such a beautiful sight. I caressed first Devon’s cheek, then Emmanuelle’s. Francesca’s face was beneath my cock, her open lips and engorged tongue upon me.

I threw my head back in ultimate ecstasy and held the pose as my two lovers snuffed the lady at my feet. She struggled to breathe. Her movements slowed and she passed. I rubbed their cheeks as they held the corpse of what had been a finely-bred example of femininity. My fingers wiped away the saline tear from Emma’s cheek, and I licked it off my thumb.

“Water for the dead,” I whispered. “I took that, too.”

Emmanuelle shuttered and I saw, once again, the horror in her blighted soul.

“Now that the kill is made,” I ordered the two of them, “have her prepared for dinner.”

Chapter Twenty-Two – Coup

After dinner, I climbed the grand staircase of the Commodore’s mansion. Fran had been quite the hit but, eventually, the party had died down to a simmer.

Emmanuelle was with me, naked as the day she was born. Except for a pair of very high heels, that is. I held her close to me, scarcely able to believe that she was mine now, after everything that had transpired.

I allowed myself a few moments to think back on how far I had come during my time at the Club Fatale. Back then, I had been a man clinging to an old life, however unwillingly, but now, I was contemplating a brand new existence: one filled with completely undreamt of possibilities. Emmanuelle was only the first of the many treasures that lay before me. It was, I could feel, just the beginning of my journey.

I knocked on the Commodore’s office door and entered when he responded.

“Evan,” the Commodore greeted me. Donna was there, nude as Emma was. Her hands were on his cock, and she stood jacking him.

“I interfered,” I said. “Sorry. I just wanted to share a drink with you, Commodore, and have a few words.”

“Of course, Evan. You are a full member, now. You may see me any time you wish.”

I took the wine bottle from Emma and sat across from the Commodore.

“Go on, dear,” the Commodore said to Donna. “I’ll join you soon.”

Donna kissed him one last time. I nodded to her and she smiled knowingly; she swayed out through the door. Emma followed her in the same manner.

“I am going to miss her, Evan,” the Commodore sighed, wistfully, after Emmanuelle had left. “But it is time for new days, new adventures. Is it not?”

“Indeed,” I said.

I poured two glasses of wine, one for each of us. I carefully set one down in front of the Commodore; the other I raised to my lips. “To your health and the continued longevity of the Club Fatale,” I said.

We both took a long quaff. “1974,” I said. “A very good year…”

“So what do you wish to speak to me about, Evan?” he asked.

“Oh, just to thank you for accepting me as a member of the Club,” I said, “…and to tell you that I know about everything…”

“What… what do you mean by that, Evan?” he asked, softly.

“I know everything you’ve been doing, Commodore.”

“Ha!” the Commodore laughed. “You know nothing about me, boy!”

“It that so? Let’s see. Where should I begin?” I mused. “Let me see… I know. It all begins with Anne…”

The Commodore’s face went pale.

“Anne was your first love; a beautiful and wealthy woman who had a passionate love affair with you over forty years ago. I know that, after her parents’ mysterious murders, she spurned your advances. You were forced to succeed in the business world without her family money. You did and grew very wealthy by yourself. But you always wanted it to work with her. So you captured her, faked her death and brought her to the Forbidden Island to live with you thirty years ago. You wanted a family with her. You wanted a son. You tried but she had three daughters, never a boy. Eventually, she committed suicide to be free of you, savagely slashing her wrists. She was gone and you were broken. So you worked on other ways to acquire your progeny.”

“You formed the Club Fatale, the living embodiment of your disgust for women. Emmanuelle. Donna. Linda. You brought them all here. You tried to love them. You tried to have children with all of them, but they all gave you daughters.”

“Eventually, you gave up. You turned to technology. I saw the botched experiments in the breeding facility. Oh yes, Doctor Paige happily told me all about it. Susan is very proud of her work, even of her failures. But you were demoralized. You needed to find another way to live on.”

“That was why you invited me into your Club. You saw in me the potential for a successor, one who shared your own, very personal, fascinations.”

“You groomed me for command. You gave me tests. You gave me one of the finest women you had to spy on me. You even gave me a tutor in the art to teach me… and to report on me. You watched me with fascination. Hoping. You even let me fuck your wives. Your daughters. You wanted me to become you.”

“But then something unexpected happened. Brian Manning found you. He revealed to you that he and Beth were your children by Anne Manning. The same one that you keep stuffed in your Chamber of Scions along with her cloistered red-haired progeny. The fact that she never told you about them… about him, burned you up. Maybe she didn’t want him to grow up to be like you…”

“But you had your beloved son. You embraced him like a lost prince. You wanted to teach him. You thought maybe I could teach him. But he was jealous. Vindictive. Greedy. He never cared about your obsession, nor did he care about you. He just wanted your money. He wanted Miles Lucas’s money. He wanted my money. He saw the Club Fatale as his best way to enrich himself. Maybe it was going to just be blackmail, and it may have started out that way. But it ended up as murder.”

“You helped him knock people off to protect him and increase his bottom line. The three girls: Beth, Emily and Kara. They were snuffed by me and Manning: Beth for her money, Emily for her knowledge and Kara because of misfortune. Miles Lucas: murdered by persons unknown. Adrian Kensington’s yacht: sunk on his round-the-world trip. Both very professional accidents. And in each case, a few days later, it was revealed that the wealth was stolen by parties unknown.”

The Commodore was stiff and white-faced. With suddenly trembling hands, he took another drink of his wine.

“How can you possibly know all this?” the old man grunted. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.

“At first, I didn’t. I probably wouldn’t have except for the whore, Emily. She told me that I was being plotted against. At first, I thought that she was just trying to get back at me because she knew that I was going to snuff her.”

“But I investigated Manning and found his link to you. Amazing what you can discover about someone when you put your mind to it. Then, Devon admitted to me that she was your spy. I found out about Miles Lucas and Adrian Kensington. I liked Adrian; he was a nice old man. But when he left, I knew that he was running from something.”

“I found your Chamber of Scions. Emmanuelle knew where you hid your key, even if she never dared to enter the room alone. There I found out about Anne. I saw that Anne’s wrists had been sliced. Then came my encounter with Athena and Doctor Paige, and on and on…”

“It was poison for me, by Charlie. You knew that I wanted her, that I would be at her mercy after a glorious night. That’s why you agreed to my demand for a Queen. It was a little too easy to acquire one. Most members can never claim such a woman. Certainly, no one as new to the Club as me ever has. Donna warned me, but, to be honest, I was already on to that little scheme.”

“In fact, I realized that my advancement within the Club had been too easy. Even that poker game — Emmanuelle has adept hands, doesn’t she?”

The Commodore coughed. “I never ordered Emmanuelle to do anything!”

He coughed again, more violently.

“So you deny all of this?”

“It wasn’t my idea, Evan! He is my son! My son!”

“Was,” I said.

“What? What do you mean? What have you done, Evan?!”

“A little in your wine, a little in his. You gave Charlie enough to kill ten men. With luck, Devon and Donna are finished with him by now.”

The Commodore reached for his desk drawer.

“Don’t bother, sir,” I said. “Your pistol isn’t there. Nor is your alarm working. I took the liberty of removing them when I was here with Donna earlier. I also found your account statements in the desk drawer. Very sloppy. Someone could use those to do almost anything. Sell your stocks to a third party for pennies on the dollar. Empty your bank accounts… Yes, they could do practically anything.”

“Club Fatale is mine, Commodore. Your wealth, mine. Brian Manning’s businesses were sold to a dummy corporation; I’ll off-load them and pocket the money. I’ve gotten to Kensington’s funds, too: in those black accounts you set up for your dearly-departed son. I’ll make sure that Adrian’s heir receives the money.”

The Commodore slumped back. He looked up at me. “There’s one thing that I don’t understand, Evan. You knew everything I was planning and, still… still, you did that to your daughter. That’s unimaginable. It was the one thing that I could never do to any of my girls. Why?”

“Because… sacrifice is the ultimate aphrodisiac…”

His lips twitched as he smiled for the last time.

“And don’t worry, Commodore,” I said. “Your daughters will soon follow you into oblivion, in return for my Jacqueline. I’ll snuff them like the Club has never seen before.”

And then he was gone.

I turned to leave.

Emmanuelle was there.

Her eyes were wet with tears. She looked at me and I could see the uncertainty in her beautiful face. Then she spoke. “And what of me, Evan? Will you murder me, too? Will you snuff me for the entertainment of men? Like you will my daughters, like you did with your own Jacqueline?”

“Yes,” I said, touching her hair as she cried. “I’ll probably end all the women I know or own, in time. But I love you… for now. I want you… for now. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Perhaps you’ll even survive my love. Stay with me… for a year or a day or a lifetime, Emmanuelle. Will you stay?”

She nodded and smiled weakly.

I pulled her to me and lifted her, hands under her ass. Our lips met, pressed against each other’s in unity. I threw her onto her husband’s desk. Pulling at my pants, I freed myself and entered her. I fucked her before her murdered master’s corpse. Her eyes were turned up, looking at him.

“I’ve never made love in front of him, before,” she whispered to me.

“You are free of him, now and forever, my love,” I told her.

“You own me, Evan. All that I am is yours. All that I have. Everything. My loyalty, my sex, my life… What is it, my love? Why do you look at me that way?”

“I desire to choke you now, Emmanuelle,” I said.

“Then do it,” she said. “Do it. My fucking life is worthless, master…”

And so I wrapped my hands about my sweet lady’s neck and choked her to unconsciousness while I fucked her before her husband’s corpse. And all the while I whispered into her ear about the delicious things I was going to do to her daughters.

Chapter Twenty-Three – Ascension

“Tell me, Mr. Anderson,” the First of the Elders began, “why we should invite you as our new leader? Considering that you murdered the Commodore?”

“You know,” I began, “the Commodore planed my demise just as he planned each of yours. One of your own, Mr. Kensington, is dead. The Commodore wanted complete control over the Club Fatale… among other things. I would not be the Commodore, dictating the policy of my Club. I would be the administrator, just as the Commodore was supposed to be, guiding our Club to the benefit of its members.”

“And, how do you plan to accomplish this?” the Second asked.

“I have a business model, the main points of which are these. One: to reduce the price of Femmes by a factor of five. Two: to increase each member’s ration of Femmes by fourfold, to one per week. And finally, three: to implement full production of Dolls from Dr. Paige’s breeding facility.”

The Elders shared a look, but I knew that I had them.

“The job is yours, Evan.”

“Then come and join my party, gentlemen,” I said with a smile.

I turned and entered the grand hall of the Villa Fatale.

Everywhere there were scenes of debauchery and cruelty. Clubmen lounged with wine and Femme-snacks. Women were bound, in every conceivable position, for their viewing pleasure. A dozen members, in scattered groups, had girls mounted upon them, blowing or banging. A white-haired man watched as two luscious blondes strangled on the gallows before him — he jerked off desperately as they expired. A young, dark-haired man drowned a girl in glass tank full of water — shafting her hard in the pussy. Another man sat on a girl’s face and suffocated her with his cock…

I surveyed the room with satisfaction, realizing that it was all mine.

“And, now,” I announced. “The final event of the night…”

I gestured and six figures where brought in. The Commodore’s daughters.

I spoke to everyone. “I charge you to enjoy these girls, our former leader’s pride and joy. I want them coated liberally with your seed before they are brought to me for judgment.”

Five of the daughters were distributed to the membership, who quickly divided into groups. Each girl was surrounded by five or six men; they proceeded to fuck her wildly and violently. Ass, pussy, throats and tits. Even a hand or two.

The last girl was brought before me.

“Sweet Enya,” I said. “This will be your final blow, girl, so make it your finest.” And I shoved my cock down her throat, violently. I fucked her face fiercely, ignoring the sucking pleasure from her glorious throat. I didn’t want her pleasuring me. I wanted her dominated in her last moments. I bashed her face, ground her lips down against my groin again and again and cockstretched her throat to the fullest extent.

Enya grunted in agony. I took her harder than she had ever been. She choked as I blocked her throat with my cock, and coughed upon me. I pressed in harder. She was a premiere cocksucker, but this was too much. She couldn’t hold it back.

Her stomach heaved and her mouth bathed my cock in vomit.

“Yes, you worthless slut of a girl!” I yelled.

Holding her head, I ground myself around inside her, using her like a worthless cocksheath, as vomit and bile spewed between my cock and her quivering lips. The glorious sensation got me off instantly — I pulled out and sprayed semen onto her forehead and lips.

I gestured and three naked men stepped up — members of the Coast Patrol. I kicked Enya back to them.

Together, the three quickly raped Enya’s struggling ass, body and face. Each man was strong and muscular. The girl was no match for even one of them. I felt a great arousal inside, watching Enya broken. I had told the men to spare her no abuse. While one tore into her ass and a second bounced her on his cock, the final man twisted her head to the side and throated her violently. One by one, they deposited loads of sperm. When one was finished, I gestured to the group of patrolmen — and another took his spot. On and on the marathon went, until a dozen had worked their way through the girl. Enya’s neck and mouth were covered in quickly-forming bruises, her pussy swollen and her anus torn and bleeding. As each finished, he deposited his load upon her face and head, until she was completely wet and slick with come.

And all the while, I had Emma sit on my cock and watch.

“How does it feel to have your girl snuffed in front of your eyes, Emmanuelle?”

The blonde mother’s eyes were on her progeny, but she was far away, removed from the horrors of the moment.

“Do you see my power, my love?” I said into her ear. “All three of your girls, born of your womb… will perish tonight!”

Emma looked at me then: eyes distant, mouth open. She swiveled her head to stare at Erin and Evelyn — watched as they were treated nearly as roughly as Enya. Her eyes darted back to Enya and watched the girl on her back, beneath a large muscular man, throat stretched on his cock, suffocating…

She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

I smiled slightly. “You wanted to protest, but then you thought something. What did you think, just now?”

“I thought, –” She turned her head away, suddenly.

“Tell me, you fucking whore!”

“I know that what you are doing is your right, master…”

“My right?”

“Yes, master… we women are nothing but meat for a man’s cock…” It was a said in a small, beautiful voice.

“Yes,” I said, proudly, “you are exactly that.”

“Watch her, now,” I said and pointed Emma’s face towards her daughter. “Can she make it through one more come?”

Enya, like her mother, was unable to breathe. Her eyes were open and filled with terror, staring at her progenitor.

I quickly took Emma’s hand, placed it upon her snatch and started rubbing. “She’s watching. Show her you enjoy it, bitch! Here he comes! She’ll never make it! Let her die knowing she got you off, Emma!”

Though it didn’t seem possible, the muscular man thrust himself deeper into the young girl’s head as he came — and flooded her with his semen.

Enya’s goddess-form thrashed as she began to drown.

“Oh god…” I moaned, as I kissed Emma’s neck. “I’ve dreamed of this day since we first met, my blonde goddess. I’ve dreamed of snuffing your little girl before your horrified fucking eyes. If only she were younger. It would make it sweeter. So sweet. So fucking sweet…”

Emma watched and said nothing. It wasn’t her place.

The man stood, sliding his cock from Enya’s throat. He kicked the girl over onto her side and watched as she spasmed and spit out the remainder his come.

“Bring her to me,” I said.

The half-dead girl was heaved to her feet and dragged bodily to me. I inspected her. I wanted her fully-coated for what came next. I nodded and two of the men took her and forcibly knelt her before my seat.

One by one, my men and I visited the other five daughters and enjoyed ourselves with each one. After each was abused, beaten, degraded, raped, throttled and nearly snuffed, the other five daughters were brought before me for inspection.

I studied each girl in turn.

Two of them I had returned to the crowd to receive another round of come.

When I was sure that each girl was fully coated in semen, as if her head had been dipped in a bucket of sperm, I permitted her to kneel beside Enya.

Erin and Evelyn, the blonde-haired sisters of Enya and daughters to Emmanuelle, drooled out come and saliva from every orifice. Erin’s eyes seemed plastered shut and Evelyn looked to have a dislocated jaw. Jenn and Jordan, the twin daughters of Linda, the Commodore’s snuffed third wife, both had to be held up or fall over. Each had breasts that where severely bruised and faces red from beatings. And Juliette, daughter to Donna, had to be roused. She had been nearly suffocated several times by the cocks of overeager Clubmen.

When Juliette, was at last lined up with her sisters, I stood before my chair.

“And now, friends… witness their fates…” I said. I held out my hand and Jacob handed me a sharp broadsword.

“Evan, please,” came Donna’s quick voice, “I beg mercy for Juliette! She did nothing! Has she not suffered enough?”

“I gave mercy on your behalf once, Donna. Not this time.”

“But, please, Evan!” she hissed, her soul twisting with her face. “She has no fault in her father’s sins against you!”

“This is not about sin!” I said, my voice booming. “This is about lust! I’ll have her fucking head for my toy! And if you speak again, cunt, I’ll have yours, too — a mother and daughter to mount upon the wall together!”

Donna went white as a sheet.

I stepped up to Juliette, who blinked at me through come-sticky eyes. “Bow your worthless head, girl,” I said. She did, crying, and I smoothed back her come-doused black hair, pulling it to one side. I raised the sword.

Donna screamed as it fell.

Juliette’s gorgeous, curvaceous body jerked and spasmed, headless, spewing blood. She fell to one side and convulsed, luscious legs thrashing, as if not accepting the fact that her body was already dead. Her come-covered head rolled across the floor and came to rest before her mother, face locked in a last, horrific rictus.

Donna screamed once more, and collapsed.

“Take her!” I ordered the men of the Coast Patrol. “I want her cruelly used, but not permanently injured.”

Swiftly Donna was stripped naked and roused by a trio of invading cocks.

I turned back to the assembled girls.

They cowered before me.

One by one, they were beheaded. Jordan and Jenn were taken next, to the raucous cheers and jeers of the assembled Clubmen. I looked up to watch Emmanuelle’s beautiful face as I took her daughters: first Evelyn, then Erin. My swift blade fell upon their slender necks, one after the other.

Emmanuelle was frozen by the unreality of the unfolding scene, while her blonde-haired progeny — near-identical copies of herself — knelt before an assembled mass of men to have their heads removed by terrible strokes from an ancient blade.

“For your pyre, Angelique…” I whispered to myself, so soft that I could barely hear my own words. “A promise fulfilled…”

I turned to Emmanuelle to see her swaying on her feet.

“Stay with me, mother,” I hissed and slapped her across a white cheek. “You haven’t witnessed the finale and I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

All that remained was dark-haired little Enya, kneeling in a pool of blood where her sisters had perished. The little vixen pulled her hair aside, almost willingly.

“What… what are you going to do with me… afterwards?” she asked.

“I’m thinking, perhaps… a glass box on my desk,” I told her. “You would make the most excellent conversation piece, little one. Any man invited into my office will be offered the courtesy of using you to relieve his… more base desires. Just think how many men you may come to please in the days beyond your demise…”

Her bruised lips fell open and her face took on a look near to lust. Her hand was between her legs, fingers working…

“For you, Jacqueline,” I said to myself.

And I brought the sword down, ending Enya as swiftly as I had the others.

She rolled at my feet, spinning across the bloody pool on the floor. I gripped the ponytail and lifted her — searched the eyes for a sign of life or understanding.

For my fucking daughter, I thought, sentimental all of the sudden. Oh, god, my sweet Jacqueline…

It was a little voice inside me, inside my head. It was horrified.

A larger voice took the little one’s place. She was created for you, the voice said, born for you, like this one was. Both were born to please you with their lives and deaths. Nothing more. Nothing less.

After a moment, my vision cleared and I focused on Enya. The sight of what was left of her aroused me. I had done that to her. My cock jumped to attention.

I threw Enya to Jacob.

“Take them,” I told the Clubmen, gesturing to the decapitated, but still alluring, bodies. “Have your way with them.”

A few feet away, two patrolmen had Donna locked between them, ramming cocks deep into her ass and cunt. Her face was contorted, eyes clinched shut in pleasure or pain — I couldn’t tell which — and tears rolled down her cheeks. Her sharp gasps of agonizing pain/pleasure were wrenched from her as she was crushed between them. Her neck was squeezed by the one behind, while the one in front crushed her breasts in his powerful hands and bit at her lip, sensually tasting her blood.

As I watched, Donna opened her eyes and smiled at me — a sad, melancholy smile through tears of loss. The brunette gripped the patrolman inside her by the neck and fucked herself onto the man’s enormous, engorged cock. When the one behind her pulled her head back and thrust forward, impaling her ass, she cried out like a primal, skewered beast.

I smiled, turned to Emmanuelle and advanced.

Stepping back from the horrific scene, she retreated until her legs banged against my chair.

I pressed the point of my crimson sword against Emmanuelle’s neck. She fell back into my chair. The blade touched her breast and I drew a long red streak across her tits, then across her cheeks and hips, until the sword was nearly clean. I tossed the blade aside to clatter on the floor.

“Anointed with your daughters’ lifeblood, I fuck thee,” I whispered into her ear.

And I entered her violently, thrusting deep, enjoying the shrill scream she uttered as she took me inside. I looked into her face, saw her tears.

“I trust those are tears of joy, Emma,” I said, and then added, in a fierce whisper: “Say ‘yes’, you snuffable cunt…”

She nodded, eyes clinched shut.

“Yes, Evan. Oh, yes. Tears of joy, sir… joy…” Her voice cracked.

I licked at her stained cheeks as I gripped her dripping breasts and thrust forward to meet her bloody hips. I grunted.

“Here it comes, lady,” I said with a hiss, as I pounded her. “Your daughters perished for this moment, to bring me to this climax. They died for this fucking come! Make it worthy of their sacrifice!”

I pounded deep and came quickly in her womb, screaming her name out as I did.

Emmanuelle came, as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her face took on a look of absolute pleasure as she orgasmed upon me.

I pulled myself off of her and yanked her to her feet. Pulling her head back, I stared intently into her eyes.

“Find Enya’s fucking head… and bring it to me, dear,” I instructed her.

“Please,” she begged, shaking her head back and forth. “I can’t.”

I wrenched her blonde head back deeper and stared into her haunted eyes. “You can and you will, my snuff-lover,” I ordered and licked up and down her neck. “You will bring your beloved daughter’s beautiful head to me and you will place it upon my cock, as an offering to my fucking manhood. Now, go!”

I sat back down in my chair and watched Emmanuelle search the orgy pit for the object of my request. It took her four heads to find the right one.

I watched her, painted in blood, as she walked towards me: her eldest daughter’s come-covered head hanging by the hair from her hand. She walked slowly to me, like a goddess of death and lust.

There was a new look in her eyes as she knelt before me — one that I had never seen before. She placed Enya upon me and I realized I had done it. I had broken her. Her spirit, her will, they were gone.

“Jerk me off with it,” I ordered.

Nodding, she softly, ever so softly, and slowly, stroked me with the girl — all the while with blue eyes staring into mine.

“She always loved you, dear,” Emma told me in a sensual voice. “She especially enjoyed giving you head. Now, in death, she does so again…”

My mouth hung open as I listened to her words. I was so aroused; I knew I wouldn’t make it very long. “I’m going to come, Emma!”

Emma thrust her daughter’s head down, fully upon me, and pressed the dead lips to the base, until my cock emerged from the neck stump. She placed her lips on the head of my cock and, as she looked into my eyes, drank deeply as I came through Enya’s head and neck. Her cheeks puckered in as she sucked down my come.

It felt like I came forever.

Afterwards, Emmanuelle licked blood and come from her lips. She pulled Enya’s head from my cock, looked at it and spoke: “Now, my little girl, you’ve had enough. It’s time for mommy to take daddy’s cock in her throat. What? You think that daddy will suffocate mommy on it? I hope so, too, baby… I hope so…”

Then she kissed her daughter on the lips, and gave me a mischievous look as she stuck her tongue down Enya’s throat. When she was finished, she twirled the head around by the hair and chucked it back into the orgy pit.

“Now,” she said, voice thick, as she turned towards me, “about that cock…”

Emma smiled at me, with bright blood and white come smeared erotically on her flawless face. Her blue eyes were dull and glassy. I recalled what I once had seen in them — a fractured soul: an innocent, pure woman desperately struggling to find escape from a horrific life. But now, there was none of that — she was nothing but a sadist, a vampiric mistress of death and lust.

What I had turned her into. I really had destroyed her, I thought, as I looked down upon her.

Holding her tight in a loving embrace, I thrust my cock down the kneeling goddess’s throat and prayed that the pleasure would last forever.

THE END.

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