“Do you see that, my lady,” I whispered into Vivian’s ear. “Perhaps when you spin, I’ll get to do you in exactly… the same… way…”
Cooper smiled at me and tossed me the clasp.
“A souvenir, man,” he said.
Smiling, I pulled Viv’s dark locks back over her shoulders and fastened clasp and hair into a ponytail. Then I softly kissed her neck.
Vivian shuttered and I rubbed her hair, admiringly, for a time.
When I roused from my thoughts, I realized that Gillian had completed her task of draining all the men dry and was kneeling on the floor with a stained face.
I stepped up to her. “Sweet thing,” I asked softly, “are you prepared to meet your fate?”
The girl looked at me and solemnly nodded.
“Don’t you dare, Evan Anderson!” Vivian thundered, and she stepped between me and her daughter. “DON’T YOU EVEN THINK, –”
My open-handed slap sent her staggering, falling to her knees. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and thrust a gag inside. I quickly tied it about her head and then bound her hands behind her.
“Easy, sweetie,” I whispered, a promise into her ear. “You’ll join your lovely daughter, soon!”
I stepped up to the Wheel.
“Wait, Anderson!” Weiss demanded. “Let me make the spin for the girl.”
I stared at the dark-haired German for a long moment, in disbelief and then, in sudden, rising anger, I said: “Fuck you, Weiss!”
“I’ll make it worth your while, Anderson.”
“Make your offer quickly,” I said.
“A girl from among my Alphas, in exchange for her,” he said, confidently. “Anyone you choose, Anderson. You can’t get a fairer offer then that, can you?”
“Two,” I said, certain he would never agree.
The silence was palpable.
“Very well, Anderson,” he said. “But if it’s going to be two of them, then I’ll be the one to make the choices.”
“As long as they’re Alphas,” I said, “I’ll take whichever ones you don’t want, Weiss. But I still want satisfaction tonight, in Gillian’s place. I’ll take the redhead for that.”
Weiss frowned at me. I didn’t think there was any way he would go for such an outrageously one-sided deal, even if Abigail was only a Class-B Femme. But on the other hand, I could see the desire building on his face; I had seen it many times, ever since he lost the poker game that night.
Finally, he broke.
“Agreed, you bloodsucker,” he said.
I kissed Gillian softly on the side of the mouth. “Go to him, girl,” I whispered.
His arm grabbed her roughly; he kissed her deeply. “No spin for you, my lovely. I know exactly how I want you.”
Chapter Sixteen – Final Fortunes
In no time at all, Gillian was strung up on the gallows beside Weiss’ other blonde, Joy. Weiss watched them with intense satisfaction, staring up as their twisting forms writhed before the assembled group.
He sat, to watch and jack off.
“Don’t look, Viv,” I said and turned the brunette’s head toward my cock.
Abigail stepped up beside me and kissed at my neck. She watched with me as the slender mother took my cock inside her shivering mouth and tight throat — her daughter twisting in the grip of the noose not more than twenty feet distant.
I brushed Vivian’s hair back and looked into her eyes. My eyes flicked from mother to daughter. “She’s struggling now, baby,” I whispered, cruelly, to her. “Struggle with her,” I said and pulled her down on my cock.
I suffocated her with my cock as I watched Gillian’s neck stretch in the noose.
Several long minutes passed. Gillian and Joy survived on little gasps of air, but gradually, both started to weaken, faces turning red.
Viv 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 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.