Club Fatale, Pt. 8

Chapter Fifteen – The Blue Room

“You do understand the rules of the Blue Room, Mr. Anderson?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

“Then you may enter the Blue Room of your own free will, Mr. Anderson.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lloyd,” I said and entered.

I smiled at the brunette on my arm, as I led her fatefully across the threshold and into the silken blue chamber beyond. As I did, I distinctly felt a chill wash over me. It was like the woman on my arm was a ghost; I could almost see the reaper standing at her shoulder. “And now, sweet Vivian,” I said, “our fates are entirely… out of our own hands…”

Vivian smiled at me, weakly.

Inside were more than a dozen Clubmen, perhaps as many as half the total clientele of the Club Fatale. Each was accompanied by a Femme, as required to enter the Blue Room — a few of them by more than one.

Here and there a girl was being fucked, or throated on her knees, or tortured in some sort of contraption for all to see and enjoy. I paused before a blonde. She hung from the ceiling by her ankles while several men took turns shoving their cocks up her throat, nearly suffocating her to unconsciousness.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” I asked my companion. My finger traced Vivian’s jaw. I could feel her fear, her uncertainty.

Passing on through the gathered couples, we advanced deeper into the lounge. Soft blue light dripped down from above and we bathed together beneath it. Under it Viv’s hair took on a darker, blue-black hue.

Soft, gothic, almost discordant music played in the darkness. Past the mass of men and women, I could see a feminine form kneeling upon a far stage. She was nude and surrounded by men, cocks pointed at her head like lances. She throated one with relish and then gagged hard as her head was pressed down.

When she pulled off, I could see her face clearly. Judy. The girl I had won in the poker game the other week and passed on to Jacob.

With relish, I watched the young brunette take another cock down her throat. The silver cross about her neck jingled as she was forced down violently.

I smiled tightly as I looked on.

A redhead with eyes the color of stormy skies met my gaze from across the floor. Clad in a lacy black dress that left arms and lean white legs bare, her curled locks were tied back at the nape of her neck and draped carelessly over one shapely shoulder. Fine breasts were mounted high upon her chest. Sultry eyes searched mine. She hung on the arm of Max Weiss, opposite a long-legged blonde on his other arm. But at this moment, right here, she had eyes only for me.

I gave her the slightest smile; then my eyes flicked back to the brunette.

Judy mum’ed around the cock as it spasmed and sent warm jizz flooding her mouth and squirting from the corners of her lips. She pulled back and hacked while the next man quickly repeated the process, soon giving her a second sloppy serving of sperm that bubbled out of her lips and nose. Twice more the feeding process was repeated until her lips and lower face were liberally coated with the jizz of four men.

Jacob stepped forward and caressed Judy’s pretty face. His hands slid across her fine jaw, moved to the thick silver chain about her neck, and suddenly tightened and twisted.

Her mouth fell open but caught no air; she had already breathed her final breath. Her hands went to his waist as she prepared to fight him, but Jacob simply nodded and the man to either side of her grasped an arm and held tight and vice-like. Twisting, struggling against her fate, she was held and snuffed before him — semen dripping down her red lips, onto his engorged cock.

As the music reached its climax so did Judy’s worthless life. Jacob cried out and came, blowing his load on her face and open mouth.

Viv’s face pressed to my chest and I held her as she sobbed.

My eyes returned to the redhead. Aroused, a hand in her crotch, her eyes flicked from the dying girl’s to mine and back again.

My cock jumped. My hands went down Viv’s back and I squeezed her ass.

Together, the redheaded girl and I shared Judy’s final moments, as we looked into each other’s eyes, intimately.

Finally, inevitably, Jacob released the brunette; Judy’s corpse slumped to the floor like a used party favor.

A few moments passed to allow the audience to reflect on the beauty of what had just transpired before them. It wasn’t long, however, before the music began again and the process continued: perform and snuff, perform and snuff… It played that way, like a funeral dirge from the beginning of time.

Turning, I guided Viv away from the stage and over to the bar. She wiped her eyes and accepted the stiff drink I gave her. She would need as many as she could get before the end of this night.

“A pleasure seeing you here, tonight,” a familiar voice said.

I turned.

“Mr. Kensington,” I responded, and shook his hand.

“It’s Adrian, Evan,” he said. “Or if you prefer: Ken. Though I haven’t gone by that nickname since my college days.”

“Ken it is,” I said.

“And you know Olivia,” he said.

She was radiant on his arm, dressed in pale white silk that left her arms and one slender leg bare. White-blonde hair put up in a French twist, eyes bright and blue. I stared at her almost sadly; I hadn’t expected Kensington to bring her to this room, on this night.

“She would like a dance with you, if she may,” Kensington said.

“Of course,” I said. “An honor, Miss Olivia.”

I left Vivian with Ken and stepped out on the floor with the supple blonde. She was light on her feet, gliding with me through a soft song.

“I truly regret that we’ve had no time together, Mr. Anderson,” Olivia said, somewhat hesitantly.

“As do I,” I returned. “You dance like an angel…”

“I’d like to ask you for a gift, if I may, sir. Would you… aid me tonight, Mr. Anderson? I know that it’s a lot to ask of you. We don’t know each other well, but I feel almost as if I have a connection with you. Please… I would like it to… to be you…”

She held her breath as I considered.

“And what would Mr. Kensington say of this?” my tight voice asked.

“He told me that if you consent, it would be alright with him.”

I touched her face, searching the guileless blue eyes for a hint of fear or remorse, hatred or disgust. I could see none. Just nervousness. Whether her apprehension was for my answer or her own predicament, I couldn’t tell.

“How are you to go?” I asked.

She was silent for but a moment. “Your choice, sir…” and as she held my eyes, “my lord…”

“Then I will have you by blade and cock,” I said and kissed her softly on the lips. She shuttered and trembled into me.

We danced a few minutes more, pressed against each other. I could feel her body distinctly through her gossamer dress.

As we left the dance floor, I passed her back to Kensington.

He was speaking with Jacob Nelson and Cooper Ellington. Max Weiss was nearby, his blonde and redhead still mounted on either arm.

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.

“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.

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 I knew that I would blow my load right there if I didn’t regain control.

I pulled away.

“Almost good enough,” I said, “but rules are rules.”

Vivian cried out, incoherently. She struggled with me, but I secured each arm in irons on either side of the block. She was hyperventilating — unable to scream after that first desperate outburst. There was nothing she could do. There was no way to remove her head from the block. She was bound to her fate.

I caressed her body for the last time; got behind her and felt and squeezed her full breasts from beneath, feeling her sobs. The fear came off of her like a sweet rose. I swear that I could smell it.

She looked at me: sobbing, gasping uncontrollably, begging with her eyes, pleading with the depths of her soul.

I raised the axe.

Viv twisted her head to the other side barely in time. I brought the heavy blade down with precision, just like Angelique had taught me, and —

— THWACK!

The head jumped, spun like a top and THUMPED to the floor.

The body kicked and jerked in its death throes.

I dropped the axe and pressed my hand to the stump of the neck, felt the blood spray over my fingers, hot and oozing. I snatched up the head, glared into its eyes; kissed it hungrily on the mouth.

Kneeling, I got behind Viv, lifted her to her knees, arms still attached to the block. I set the head on the small of her back and stared at it as I plunged my iron-hard cock into the loose cunt. Fucking desperately, I was surprised and delighted to find that the corpse started to tighten on my cock. I stared into Viv’s lifeless eyes as I plowed into her — it — as fast as I could, determined to get off before the dead flesh lost all semblance of life. I neared the edge and pounded the corpse desperately; watched the head quiver back and forth.

Seconds later, I pulled out and sprayed my seed all over Viv’s severed head. Moving closer, I pressed the head of my cock to Viv’s dead lips and deposited the last few drops of semen on her tongue.

Chapter Seventeen – By Blade and Cock

The private chamber in the Blue Room was decorated all in white, as was its occupant.

The blade of my knife caressed Olivia’s slender neck. It was a long, heavy dirk I had appropriated from Angelique. I let it drift slowly down to her chest. Nearly of its own volition, it slit open the front of her dress. One by one, it cut the laces of her white corset.

A magnificent bosom was revealed to me for the first (and final) time.

I gripped a tit; squeezed and kneaded.

“Tell me what you want from me,” I demanded.

“Take me. Take me the way you dream of, Evan,” Olivia said. “Love me, fuck me, rape me, snuff me. Whatever you do to me, let it be what you wish to do to me.” She caressed my cheek, so softly, so lovingly. “Do me the way I inspire you to. Tell me, please, Evan, please! What do I inspire in you?”

“Overriding, sexual passion, my love,” I said. “I’ll have you that way, strong and passionate. Then I’ll end you the same.”

“Take me as you did the brunette — with honor, my lord.”

“Lie down and spread your legs, Olivia.”

She did as I ordered.

I threw the dirk beside her on the bed. I fell upon her, grabbed at her bosom and entered her. I fucked her with wild, passionate abandon, squeezing her breasts and feeling her from the inside. I moved atop her like an animal, controlling and possessing. All the while, I waited for the right moment to strike. But it never came.

Turning her onto her side and pounding hard, I pressed her face to the dirk. “You see, baby, It waits for you! It waits to take you!” I fucked her sideways on the bed.

Changing position, I knelt on the bed and pulled Olivia onto me, entering her deeply.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Our flesh slapped together as I took her as deeply as I had ever taken a woman. My arousal was growing to uncontrollable levels.

“Oh, fucking god! Take me! Take me!” she screamed.

It was time, my mind told me. “You want to be taken? YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN, YOU FUCKING CUNT?!” I screamed back.

“Yes! God, yes!”

Snatching up the long blade, I pressed it to Olivia’s neck and cut deep, opening her from ear to ear. Blood spurted onto my chest and splashed down, staining her immaculate white dress a deep, dark crimson. She gurgled, agonized. She writhed in her death throes, so sexually, beneath me.

She tried to scream, but no sound came from her severed windpipe.

I snatched at Olivia’s wrists and held them as she tried to reach her torn throat. I moved inside of her, now, slowly but firmly. Taking her fully with each stroke. I kissed at her suddenly bloodless lips. No word passed my lips as we stared at each other for a few more moments. I could feel the heat of her blood as it splashed upon me. I was so very close to her as I watched the life and light fade from her beautiful blue orbs; they grew dimmer with each spray of scarlet and every fading beat of her broken heart.

A few more deep thrusts into her tight cunt and I pulled out. Quickly, I climbed up her body and knelt upon her upper arms, pinning her ruthlessly. My cock went to her throat and I felt the warmth of her bathing me. Olivia’s eyes grew wider as she realized my intentions. I found the right tube and thrust. My cock emerged from her lips and pressed past her teeth, the head coming to rest almost on her nose. The sight was too much for me and I came, my semen spraying upon her eyes and forehead. I closed my eyes and felt her passing. Olivia grew still and died as no woman ever had.

I pulled back and rose from the bed.

“My god,” I said. “She was like a fucking bride.”

“She was,” Kensington agreed.

He stepped forward from the shadows where he had been watching.

“And now look at her: used and destroyed,” I said. “Why? Why did you bring her here, tonight? Why did you want her to end this way?”

Ken walked to her; touched her hair. The blood was slowing. The bed, her dress and her beautiful blonde hair were soaked crimson and her face was an inviting mess of blood and semen.

“It was time to move on from her,” Ken said, turning away. “Past time, Evan. It’s past time to move on from all of them.”

“Are you alright, sir?” I asked.

“I’ll be leaving, Evan. We won’t see each other again. But I want to thank you for being a good friend…”

“You may have her meat, Evan. I’m sure she would have wanted that.”

And with that he exited.

I turned back to Olivia. My cock twitched at the sight her bloody face. Several fuckings later, I was as spent as I had ever been.

I left the Blue Room that night with a pair of severed heads and absolute satisfaction.

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