Kayla's Massacre: Part 4

Kayla intended her trip to the bathroom to be a short break from her massacre, but she happened upon two girls in there: one, a black-haired, dark-skinned girl in a white one-piece, maybe 13 years old, had a camera in hand. She was taking pictures of a tiny orange-haired girl in a pink bikini much too sexy for her age—somewhere around 10. The orange-haired girl was also bound and gagged, wide-eyed and writhing on the floor. She was soaking wet from head to toe and looked scared out of her mind.

"Calm down," said the dark girl—Kayla noted that her feature were closer to Native American than African. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just look sexy and . . ." The camera flashed. "Yeah, perfect! God, you're hot. I see why your dad pimps you out now."

The bound girl was crying. Kayla felt something in her heart clench, but the feeling in her vagina overpowered it. She'd role-played this very thing with Vivi several times before the pretty slut’s death—and here were two hot little things doing it for real, apparently. She quietly set up her camera.

"Hot damn, Ivy. Hot damn. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? Staying behind the camera takes discipline. Discipline!"

Kayla smiled at the scene. Neither girl saw her in the door, so she continued to watch in silence.

"Yeah, your gallery is going straight to my favorites. I'll masturbate to you every night and get my uncle to rent you so I can fuck you too."

Kayla already liked the Indian girl. She'd still kill her, but she'd do it more passionately.

"I'm pretty sure you'd rather I fuck you than some nasty old rat. Do other girls rent you sometimes?"

The bound girl—Ivy—nodded in response.

"Do you like them better than the men?"

Ivy shook her head.

"Really? Don't the men hurt you with their cocks? You're pretty damn tight."

Ivy nodded. The dark girl touched herself between her legs, sliding her swimsuit aside for easier access. She was soaked. She pulled her shoulder straps down as well and let her top come down to just below her breasts—decently sized for her age. She set her camera aside and got on her knees. She crawled over to Ivy and kissed her neck.

"I want to keep you all to myself. I'd lock you in my basement and fuck you every day. If you tried to escape, I'd torture you. I'd whip your pretty little back. I'd burn your little titties. I'd break your cute little toes. Then I'd charge horny old men to come down and fuck you. They could hurt you too, but they couldn't kill you. Only I could kill you. And when I did . . . jeez. I'd make it the best orgasm of my life, and then I'd cut your corpse up and I'd take the pieces and . . . maybe sell them. No, never. I’d cook them and eat them one piece a day so I could savor your delicious body as long as possible."

Ivy had stopped moving halfway through the monologue. She was completely pale.

"But I can't do that," said the dark girl. "I'll fuck you now and we'll just go from there."

And so Kayla watched as the dark-skinned girl stripped naked, stripped her bound victim naked, and fucked her like an animal, wild and wet. She didn't show any mercy. She held Ivy down and slammed her hips down against her. When she hugged her, she left red marks on Ivy's back. When she kissed her, she bit her as well. Kayla could feel each of the dark girl's thrusts in her own cunt, the way they made Ivy's body fold and shake. She screamed like an animal, too, letting her orgasms and cunt juices fly like sex-borne eagles. Her voice was completely insane, unbridled. Kayla was masturbating herself before she knew it. The black-haired girl dug her nails into Ivy's sides and tore her open down her ribs and belly. She stopped at the pale girl's hips, but grabbed her midsection and kept scissoring her. She did it so hard and so desperately that Kayla wondered just how long she'd wanted to do this.

Finally, the Indian girl screamed and slammed her cunt into Ivy's face. Ivy's head snapped back and fluids gushed from the brown girl's pussy, sliding off Ivy's face and contributing to the puddle of fluids on the ground that now reached Kayla's bare feet. As Kayla came, she couldn't contain a moan. Instantly, the brown girl looked up and went silent. Kayla sighed and stepped further into the bathroom. Each step made a splash in what Kayla couldn't tell was vaginal fluids, sweat, or water.

"Hi," she said, a bit sheepishly. "I'm Kayla. I was watching and listening the whole time."

Ivy's face brightened. The brown girl looked like she was preparing to run. Kayla didn't give her the chance. She took the naked, wet young girl in her arms, and kissed her hard on the lips. The girl didn't even hesitate to return both the hug and the kiss. She had to be incredibly horny. Kayla broke the kiss for a moment and leaned in to her ear.

"What's your name," she whispered.

"I'm Taylor. I prefer Tay."

"Literally a pleasure to meet you. I have a request."

"Anything."

"Help me slaughter Ivy."

Tay kissed Kayla's lips and took the offensive. She pushed Kayla against the far wall, squeezing her hard enough that it hurt. Kayla loved it. She shoved her knee up into Tay's crotch and sloshed it back and forth there. She glanced over at Ivy, who was watching with an expression somewhere between curiosity and bewilderment. Her expression said, "What the fuck is going on here?" but probably in less vulgar words, given her innocent face.

Tay licked Kayla's ear. "I fucking love you."

Kayla moaned. "You don't even know me."

"I don't give a fuck. Let's do it."

Kayla took back the initiative. With a horny battle cry, she shoved Tay down to the wet floor and bit hard into her neck. Tay screamed in pain and pleasure. She dug her nails into Kayla's back and ripped her skin to shreds. Kayla retaliated by squeezing the girl's neck, making out with her at the same time. Tay flipped her over and pinned her arms down by her sides. For a moment, she stared down at Kayla, meeting her eyes with a look so lustful that Kayla figured it was the absolute apex of sexual depravity. Tay wasn't even human. She was a sex monster, like Alyssa in a 13-year-old's body. The difference was, Kayla was on equal grounds with Tay, whereas Alyssa was several times stronger than her.

Then Tay dug in. She kissed Kayla hard, pushing her head painfully against the floor, then went for her throat, licking and biting and kissing it. She sucked on Kayla's nipples with the ferocity of a baby who hadn't had a drink in weeks and was somehow still alive. She bit down. Kayla screamed and came at once. Tay's leg rammed itself up into her cunt.

Kayla reached around Tay's neck and held on. Her hands slid up into the girl's silky hair as she moved down to Kayla's navel. She played there with her tongue for a good minute, then turned around and straddled Kayla's face. Kayla didn't even wait for her partner to start. She dug into Tay's dripping pussy, and Tay dug into hers. She had no idea where her clothes had gone. She didn't care now. She wrapped her arms and legs around Tay's young, tight body and ate her out. She sucked the girl's juices into her mouth, spat them back, slurped them in, then swallowed them. They didn't taste good per se, but they tasted sexy. Kayla drank them up as she felt Tay drinking hers. She came twice and made sure to squirt as much as she could into Tay's adorable face. Likewise, Tay squirted into hers. Kayla put her fist up her partner's pussy and spread her fingers wide. She relished Tay's resulting moans and screams and shoved her fist deep in until she found the brown girl's womb. Finally, Tay screamed, came hard, nearly crushing Kayla's arm with her convulsions, and collapsed, mouth still firmly pressed into Kayla's cunt. Her breasts squished against Kayla's belly. Kayla came one last time from that sensation alone, then pulled her arm out.

"You're pretty good," said Kayla, breathing hard. "Almost had me there."

She flipped Tay over and lay beside her, hugging her like lovers after sex. Tay gave her a light kiss.

"Too bad we didn't record that," said Tay.

"I did," said Kayla. "I'll watch that every day for the rest of my life."

"Mmph," said Ivy. Kayla hadn't forgotten about her. She helped Tay up and turned to the bound girl, who was blushing hard, but still looked thoroughly confused.

"Enjoy the show?" Kayla said. Ivy hesitated, closed her eyes, blushed harder, and eventually nodded.

"She's not even gay," said Tay. "We fucked her orientation around."

Kayla lowered her voice to a whisper again. "Do you have a knife?"

Tay nodded.

"Good. I'll take her lower half. You take her top half. Make sure to keep everything in the camera's eye. Kill her as fast or slow as you'd like. I'll start with her toes. Ready?"

Tay knelt and retrieved a knife from her camera bag. Kayla also saw a pistol in there. Ivy saw Tay's knife, then Kayla's, and started moving again, struggling to free herself. She failed. Kayla and Tay mounted her, back to back, their asses planted on her hips and belly respectively. Kayla cut her bikini bottom off and put the hilt of the knife up her tiny, tight cunt first. She screamed through her gag, which was quite effective.

Kayla went to work then. She started with Ivy's big toe. It came off easier than she expected, but the resulting pool of blood was about the size she anticipated. Ivy was screaming and jerking around now. Tay apparently hadn't killed her yet. Kayla proceeded to remove her next toe, and then her next. She removed all five toes on one foot before Ivy's struggles peaked, then completely stopped. Her screams faded just as quickly. Kayla looked over her shoulder. Tay was holding Ivy's lungs in her hands. Her chest was split open down the middle and her rib cage was parted like an open door. Ivy's eyes were completely wild, but in the moment Tay stabbed her directly in the heart, she died. Kayla turned back to her half of the girl and removed the rest of her toes. Then she sawed off each foot at the ankle. She broke Ivy's knees, then twisted them around so her calves faced the ceiling. She cut the muscles out, maximizing the blood spilled. Each muscle came off with a squishy, wet tearing sound. Kayla let them both lay on the floor where they'd fallen and removed Ivy's legs from the knees down.

She dismounted the girl's hips and turned around. She stuck her knife into Ivy's upper thigh and carved a line down. She repeated this four times around the leg, then made the required incisions and removed Ivy's thigh muscles, leaving her with only her femurs. Kayla crawled to the side to see Tay's progress. She had Ivy's body completely opened up, with her guts and organs, and even her ribs, tossed everywhere around the floor. Her head was detached. It watched its body's destruction from a few feet away. Tay turned and kissed Kayla, then dismounted her victim.

"I've always wanted to do that," she said. "Thanks for helping."

"My pleasure."

"So who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Kayla Connelly. The Summermount Slaughterer."

"That's fucking sexy. Can I help?"

***

Miles away from the bloody carnage, Kitty Grant stared at what was either her own brain or the brain of a girl she just so happened to share names and faces and bodies with. Adrian had it out of the freezer and was thawing it presently.

"So what are you doing?" she asked him. She rested her elbows on his shoulders as he typed away at his computer.

"I can't figure out how to take your memories from that brain. But even if I can't figure it out, you probably can. Can you get yourself set for a transplant?"

Kitty removed the back of her head, popped off some securing wires, and sat upright in a chair beside Adrian's computer. She faced away from him and let him work. She didn't feel anything he did back there. Her nerves, both natural and artificial, stayed with the natural bits of her body.

"I'm putting your brain in your head and your processors in your chest. I'm hooking them up to your brain. Tell me if you notice any difference in ten seconds."

Ten seconds later, Kitty felt something else in her mind—or a bit out of it? She wasn't sure. She knew something else was connected, but she couldn't access it. It felt too distant, too fuzzy. Too cold. She relayed this information to Adrian.

"How about now?"

No change.

"Now?"

Nothing. Adrian was silent for a moment, and then Kitty felt her skeleton pushed back into her body and the back of her head reattached.

"I'm actually leaving the rest to you. I'm completely stumped."

"At least I feel something there."

"Yeah, that's progress. Problem is, I didn't expect it to even work. It's doing more now than I anticipated, and now I don't know what to do. It's entirely possible your memories died when your brain did."

Kitty stood. "I'll find them. You can work on the other girl. I can do this on my own."

"Show me what you can do," said Adrian with a smile. He pulled the cover off his second cyborg, a blond-haired girl with a distinct, clean cut through her neck and a lack of skin on the rest of her body. Adrian had started fixing her, making her corelets, and then Casey's legs needed replacing and he was suddenly out of expendable money. He needed a gigantic sum to finish Irri Snowski. He'd had the materials to rebuild Kitty on-hand, but only after starting another cyborg did he realize how costly the materials were that made up his artificial friend. He wanted to finish Irri, sure. He just wasn't willing to put her in a body that couldn't even move.

"I could let her have some of my parts," said Kitty as she observed the corpse.

"She needs skin, mostly," said Adrian. "You didn't need a ton of that, but the right stuff costs a ton. Plus, I need another right-brain processor and a lot more metals. That's not to mention how much the cameras for her eyes would cost."

"How much were mine?"

"About three-thousand each. Your left eye is actually slightly weaker. It's a year older."

Kitty nodded. "So you just need money?"

"I just need money," Adrian confirmed. "I have her corelets mostly written, but I'm not sure how realistic she'll be. I didn't know her personally. I'll do some tweaking if people get suspicious. Meanwhile, we should find . . . Kitty?"

Kitty was already out the door.

***

In the water park's bathroom, Kayla stood ankle-deep in a little girl's gore, facing Tay.

"I'm killing everyone here today," said Kayla. She motioned to her camera, which was still recording. "Do you really want to help murder your classmates?"

"Yes," said Tay, looking hopeful. "I want to kill them all and make a mess of all of them."

Having an enthusiastic helper certainly wouldn't hurt. Tay was cute, too, and fucked even better than Alyssa and Vivi—not combined, though. It would be a waste to kill her here.

And yet, how many more murderers did Summermount need? After finishing off the rest of the girls in the park, how many more would Kayla kill? How many more did she need to kill? How many more could she kill? Would adding Tay to her team change that? May's dying prayer reentered Kayla's mind like a spiritual mosquito. It bugged her more than it scared her now. She knew she couldn't give any more of her victims the chance to speak their last words.

"C'mere, Tay."

Tay approached Kayla. Kayla took her into her arms and kissed her. She let her knife hover an inch from the back of Tay's neck. This decision meant more than just picking a partner.

"I really want to finish my killing spree with you," she said. She kissed the brown girl one more time, then dropped her knife and put her arms around Tay's head, hugging her. "And I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

She could feel Tay's heart beating faster and faster. She tensed her arms. She could break the girl's neck so quickly. But she didn't. She knelt, pulling Tay down with her.

"Let's do it one more time," said Kayla. This time, she took the initiative. She drilled her knee into Tay's pussy and let her partner's hips do the rest. She rubbed her breasts against Tay's. They squished together and slid off each other, making slick sounds from the fluids coating them. Kayla kissed Tay and stroked her hair with one hand. With her other, she grabbed a length of rope that had previously bound Ivy's ankles and knees. She brought it around Tay's head and started tying it while they kissed.

It took three minutes and four positions for Kayla to finish tying the rope how she wanted it. She rose to her knees and pulled Tay with her, still kissing. She set the rope around Tay's neck and immediately threw one end up to the ceiling. It wrapped around one of the exposed piles and hung down at Kayla's eye level. Tay looked at it, then at Kayla. She didn't say a word. She just kissed Kayla once more and nodded at the rope. Kayla took it in both hands and gave it a pull, rising to her feet. Tay came up as well, though not of her own will this time. She stayed silent the whole time. Kayla pulled the rope down and Tay rose to her toes. She never moved her eyes from Kayla's.

Kayla let the rope loose and hugged Tay tight. "You have no idea how hard this is for me," she said.

"I'm happy I can dance for you till the end."

"That sounded so lame," said Kayla. Tay grinned.

"Doesn't change the truth. I'd rather be killed by you than anyone in the world."

"But you'd rather not die."

Tay nodded. Kayla hugged her tighter. "I'll miss you."

She let Tay go and pulled the rope once again. Tay rose off the ground this time. She started kicking and swinging, her hands clutching at the noose around her neck. Kayla gave the rope another pull and lifted her even higher. Tay danced in the air. Her body shuddered and twitched as she tried to hold onto her life. Kayla set a foot on the rope to keep it in place. She reached up and put her hands on Tay's cheeks.

"Imagine that," she said. "I really do love you."

Tay cried. Kayla almost did. Instead, she buried her face in the dying girl's breasts and wrapped an arm around her waist. With her free hand, she touched Tay's crotch. She pleasured the hanging girl as she died. She put her arm up inside again, though it seemed tighter this time. She stroked Tay's inner walls with her fingers and sucked on her nipples. She thrust her hand up and down, up and down. She felt the moment Tay died. Her body loosened up, her vagina becoming significantly looser as well. Her hand, previously resting on Kayla's head, fell to her side. Kayla withdrew her arm and took a step back. Tay hung there, head angled to the side, shining-wet body still soaking and still sexy. Kayla tied the rope to a pipe on the wall, then stood back. She watched Tay hang in place for probably too long. With a bit of hesitation, she touched her vagina. It was still wet. She rubbed it and brought herself to orgasm, unable to help herself. Time was running down, but she would figure something out. She ran her hands down Tay's limp form, touched her lips once, then packed up her camera, replaced her clothes, and left the bathroom. She locked it on her way out.

There were only 10 girls left alive in the park.