“Cum for us, Puppet,” I command. “Show Garrett what he’s missing.”
Her body tenses, fighting it, but the combined sensations are too much.
Garrett’s tongue, my partner’s fingers, the remnants of our earlier violations.. all of it pushes her toward the edge.
I see the moment it happens. Her back arches, a cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamp around Garrett’s head. Her entire body convulses with the force of her orgasm.
My associate nods, the signal we agreed upon.
In one fluid motion, I grip Garrett’s hair, forcinghis head upward and draw my blade, swiftly pulling it across his throat. His blood splatters all on Puppet’s wet pussy and ass, dripping down from her and onto the table and floor.
Everything is painted red.
Poor Puppet hasn’t even noticed what’s happened yet.
Garrett’s body jerks once, violently, then goes completely still.
She leans up slightly and opens her eyes, glancing down between her legs.
A scream bellows out of her lungs as soon as she realizes what’s happened.
Blood pours from Garrett’s throat, mixing with the fluids already there.
His body, along with the chair, clatters to the floor as Puppet jolts back. Her screams continue while she thrashes against my partner’s hold.
I step closer, reaching out to touch her face, forcing her to look at me as tears stream down her cheeks.
“He’s dead,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over her screams.
“Let’s not let his blood go to waste.” My partner mutters as he lifts Puppet off of the table in one fluid motion. Her body is limp in his arms,shock rendering her momentarily docile despite the screams still tearing from her throat.
“I want to enjoy hertogether.” He says as he presses her body against mine, and I grip her thighs, pulling her up around my waist as she lets out a sharp wince from the pain in her leg.
Her body trembles violently between us as my associate shifts his grip, supporting her weight as well as he spreads her legs from behind.
“No, please,” she begs, her voice ragged. “I can’t take anymore.”
We ignore her pleas, positioning ourselves at both her openings; one meant for entry, one meant for exit, though today.. they’ll serve the same purpose.
We lift her together, her weight distributed between us as we thrust into her simultaneously.
The sound that tears from her throat isn’t human. She reminds me of a wounded animal caught in a trap with no escape.
Her head falls forward onto my shoulder as we begin to move in perfect rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust.
“Feel that, Puppet?” I whisper against herear; my mask slightly muffling my voice. “Feel how good you take both of us?”
Her body arches between us, every muscle taut with pain and unwanted pleasure. Blood from Garrett’s throat still coats her pussy and ass, mixing with our combined fluids as we establish a brutal pace.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers pressing deep into her flesh.
The synchronization between all of us hits just right. When he pushes in, I pull back; when I thrust forward, he withdraws slightly. The friction between us, separated only by the thin wall inside her, heightens my pleasure to near unbearable levels.
“She’s getting tighter,” I growl, feeling her body clench around me. “I think she’s starting to enjoy this more than she lets on.”
Puppet shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. “No, I’m not-“
But her body betrays her once more as I reach between her legs, finding her clit quickly. Her denial dissolves into a broken moan as her muscles contract around both of us.
