“Don’t you ever think about touching her. Talia can only ever be mine,” I grunt while pistoning inside of her.
Using her neck for leverage, I squeeze, limiting air flow, and bounce her on my cock. It’s not enough to kill her—it’s just enough to warn her. Finley can be my entertainment for now. But. I’m waiting for my true prize to burst through the door like the daughter of death—the embodiment of a goddess of wrath and vengeance.
“You’re… not… paying… attention… to… me,” Finley chokes out, and my ire renews.
I slip my hand right from her throat, the left still gripping tight enough to restrict her airway. Then I raise my arm until it’s high above and bent at the elbow like a bullet in the chamber, ready to fire before I strike. “Don’t fucking interrupt me when I’m spending time with my soul render.” My hand cracks her face so hard that my hold around her throat slips. “Haven’t you already had your turn yourself, bitch?” Then I slap her five more times, until I’m coming with such force I think I may just stroke out. Spots dance in my vision—blood rushes to both heads.
“Give me all you cum,master,” are the last words I hear before all sense of time is lost. My brain can’t formulate or process anything.
I’m unsure of how long I’ve been balls deep inside Finley before oxygen returns to my brain, and my vision clears. “What the fuck,” I hiss, pulling out of her and tucking myself back into my boxer briefs.
Annoyed, I quickly yank up my pants, buttoning them before I untie Finley. Then, I dig my nails into her shoulder, pointing her in the direction of Noah. “Suck him off and then bring him to me.” She nods, then sashays her hips to the cage.
Everyone but Finley and me is too high on Spark to fight back.
“Enough,” I command, and Delaney and Madison stop, allowing me to unlock their cuffs. Then, I point to the center of the room. “Go stand over there.”
I watch as their asses jiggle, not looking away until they stop where I ordered them to. They meet Finley and Noah, and I snicker when I see Noah’s rock-hard all over again. “Oh, you’ll be so much fun to play with,” I mutter, turning away and heading over to Sunny.
“Well, fuck me stupid twice on Sunday,” I mutter as I stop in frontof the posts she was chained to. She’s slumped, and I’m more than certain dead. That won’t stop me. I was really looking forward to having some more fun with her alive. In hindsight, I should’ve cauterized her ankles.
Sighing, I unlock her trapped limbs and hoist her body over my shoulders before scooping her feet up. There’s no use crying over spilled milk. I have four more people I can play with.
I stride to the center of the room, dumping Sunny on the floor. She lands on her back, her legs spread wide open, giving me the perfect view of her wet, pretty cunt. My cock comes to life, excited for another opportunity to fuck a dead warm pussy, but the moans behind me remind me that I have more pressing matters, and it’s not like I can’t fuck Sunny later.
Turning, I look away from where my late-night pocket pussy lies and gaze at the four people I’m going to terrorize. I stop, tilting my head to study Finley again. The jury’s still out on whether she’ll survive the night.
“You two, grab him and some toys. It’s time to have some fun,” I instruct before returning my attention to Finley.
Crossing my arms, I am torn between fucking Finley with my spiked dildo or being impressed with her initiative. As I ponder which door I should open, I stride to my table of tools and grab the liquid nitrogen, my bladed gloves, and a nail gun.
I come back to Madison riding Noah’s face reverse cowgirl as she eats Delaney’s ass while Delaney is grinding on Noah’s dick.
Typically, this scene would make my cock stand and salute. Right now, there’s no longer a hunger to fuck—just one to kill.
Gripping Madison’s hair, I yank her up and slam her into the table. She’s so high and needy that she doesn’t object when I order Finley to hold her still. Once she’s securely restrained, I grab the two things I’ll need. Finley looks on in bewonderment—transfixed by the items in my hands.
I smirk, basking in the attention, before I strike. The nails are embedded in both palms of Madison’s hands. There’s a moment of confusion before the screams of agony sing their own melancholicmelody masterfully. It’s not enough to stop Noah from pumping into Delaney’s pussy doggy style.
Humming, I leave them for the moment, hoping in the back of my mind that Noah comes at least once before he garners my undivided attention. For now, I return to my prey.
Madison is crying and moaning, trying to rub her body against the table. Glee bursts in my chest at the realization that not even the pain is enough to dull the effects of Spark.
Curious to test just how much pain she’ll handle before reality is firmly back in place, I spring up, scoop the nail gun from the table, and squat down so Delaney’s ass sits perfectly in my face.
Unable to resist her pussy, dripping with desire, and my need to answer my question, I ease the tip of the nail gun inside Madison as deep as the device will allow. Her lips spread, welcoming the stretch, and I savor the scent of her arousal as inch by inch it disappears inside her. She mewls, working her hips, and I can’t hold back any longer. I spread her legs further apart.
“Put your leg on the table,” I instruct, tapping her left thigh. She does as instructed with no further prompting. With her ass higher in the air, I work the nail gun deeper and lower my head until her clit is in my mouth.
“God, more. Please,” Madison whines desperately, and I match her sentiment—I need more, too.
I pull the gun completely out of her cunt and lift my head in time to admire the mixture of blood and her cum. Madison begins to lower her leg, but I grip her thigh, holding it in place. “Did I tell you to move?”
The question—laced with venom for her audacity to try to prevent me from seeing her pussy take the gun. “Since you can’t seem to follow simple instructions, let me help you out.” Then, I stand, pressing the head of the nail gun against her upper thighs and shoot. I don’t give her time to sense the pain before I press release and release four nails.
The pretty little beggar screeches to a pitch I’m sure is designed to blow my eardrums, but I’m far too busy shoving the shaft of the gun back inside of her to care. This time, I don’t stop when Madison’s entrance resists. Instead, I ram past it, tearing until she’s taking all of the entire length of theconstruction tool. Even then, between pained sobs, she fucking moans, her body shivering as an orgasm rips out of her. And just as she’s coming down from her high, I pull the trigger, nailing her pussy to the table.
Bored, I leave Madison to either survive or bleed out. She’s no longer my concern. My gaze lands on Delaney and Noah. “Go play with them,” I instruct Finley without taking my eyes off the two fucking like they’ll never be sated.
