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 eyes, I knew, she could read the truth.
“But Evan,” she wined, tears coming to her eyes, “we were…”
“What?” I demanded. “Lovers? Yes. Man and wife? Certainly not. But not to worry. I’ll have from you what no other man has had.” I wrapped my hand around her neck. “Your final moments. Your ultimate gift. And…” I turned her around; showed her the blonde advancing towards us. “I’ll have your daughter’s soul.”
“Oh, Gillian…”
It was indeed her daughter that strode towards us with purpose: she was slender and blonde, naked but for the thigh-high white stockings.
“But first,” I said, “some light entertainment.”
I forced Vivian to her knees, gripped her hair and yanked her head back. “Viv, I want you to violate your throat upon me, right now. Right here in front of your daughter.” I released my throbbing cock from my pants and watched the sobbing mother comply, throating herself deep upon me.
“Gillian,” I ordered, in a voice filled with malice, “kneel and suck these men until they come inside your worthless head.”
I watched as the girl followed my order. One at a time she throated them, taking each cock all the way down. She didn’t hesitate at all. I could see that she had learned well over the past week.
Angling into her mother’s throat, I delivered my penetrating thrusts with maximum punishment behind them, throatbashing her. Squeezing her neck, I pressed in deep until she gagged and hacked. I pulled back to allow her a moment’s respite, then thrust in hard and rapidly stroked her throat with long thrusts.
I pulled out and yanked her to her feet. Bending her over a nearby chair, I entered her from behind and rammed in deep. I fucked her while we watched her daughter pleasure the four men surrounding her. Locking my hands into Viv’s raven hair, I gloried in the feeling of complete dominance over her. A quick twist and the last thing she would ever see would be the abuse heaped upon her only daughter. The last thought she would ever have would be the knowledge of her daughter’s imminent demise.
It was so very tempting.
“Holy god,” Weiss breathed, as he came upon Gillian’s youthful, adoring face. “If only I could spin for your fate, little one. I would be a happy man.”
Cooper turned to his own companion. “Fuck, baby. I need some release. It’s time to see what will become of you.”
Swiftly, he relinquished his place to Kensington and guided the dark-haired Femme, whose name I remembered him telling me was Lacey, to ‘The Wheel.’
‘The Wheel of Fate’ was colorful and wooden, like one from an archaic game show, inscribed with a score of methods guaranteed to pleasurably end a woman’s life. Pleasurably in the eyes of her master, at least.
“Let’s see what fortune holds for me,” he said and spun.
The Wheel revolved quickly, rapidly passing through all twenty options: once, twice and thrice before wavering on ‘The Blades’ and ending up on ‘The Sink.’
Lacey’s hand went to her throat, as if she could already feel it closing up.
“Alright then,” he said, happily. “A final fuck. Mount me, girl.”
The girl stripped before him, and mounted him as he ordered. Holding her breasts, Cooper bounced her atop him wildly.
I watched the two of them while pounding Viv’s cunt from behind. I thrust in deep and pulled on Viv’s hair as I watched Lacey come upon Cooper’s cock.
Standing, Cooper spun the girl about and bound her hands with his silk tie. He kissed her on the neck several times and played with the golden hair-clasp that held her black locks away from her face. Squeezing her breasts, he walked her towards the large sink, braced her with his body and pushed her head towards the surface.
She was nearly touching the water before she gathered her resistance and pushed back against him.
“Struggle if you like, baby,” he said. “It’s only going to make it better!”
It was only then that she started screaming. Cooper pressed her head down, hard, and forced her under, gurgling. She thrashed, sending water everywhere, but he had leverage and more than fifty pounds on her. He held her as easily as he would a child: and kept her submerged her for nearly half a minute. I could tell that, at the rate she was struggling, her air supply was measured in mere seconds.
As her fighting slowed, Cooper pulled her up.
Lacey gasped and choked as he kissed her face.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, drawling his lips down her neck. “… So fucking sexy…”
And he plunged her back down. Her legs and back tightened gloriously as she fought him, but the seconds ticked away and she was slowing again.
Wrenching Lacey’s head from the water, Cooper rubbed his hand across her wet, engorged breasts. “You’re aroused, baby,” he said softly to her. “Is it the cold water or the knowledge of how this ends?”
Hard again, Cooper plunged his long cock into Lacey from behind. He quickly submerged her for a third time. Fucking his cock into her straining body, he brutally raped her as she slowly drowned. He pulled her up and she cried out at his violation. He gave her only enough time for a couple of quick breaths, then thrust her back down. Again and again he repeated the process, perhaps a dozen times in all, each time holding her down longer. Finally, her slender, kicking legs went still. Holding her submerged, Cooper softly kissed down her shoulders, back, ass and legs. His face went to her parted slit and he proclaimed: “Fuck! She came!” He gave her a few licks. When he was finished, his hand came up clutching a fistful of hair and a golden hair-clasp. He left her half-submerged.