Chapter 24: Preparations (F-solo, FF fdom sn viol bd dream, MF oral cons)

Early on a Saturday morning, Sonja woke up shivering. The air around her was frosty, pushing back from her dreams and into the cold reality. She could feel her nipples pressing against her t-shirt, the hard tips aching from the rasp of fabric and the dampness that clung to her breasts. Between her legs, the dampness was sticky and warm, a reminder of her dreams of being cooked alive over fire. That night, it was having her arms and legs cut off before faceless men fucked her for hours before she was spitted. The entire time, she stared into Meris' eyes as the same thing happened to her.

She cupped her soaked pussy and dug her fingers in. Her fingertips slipped along slick flesh and two digits delved deep into her pussy. The ridge of her palm against her clitoris sent a delicious thrill of excitement coursing along her body. She rocked her wrist against her sex, enjoying the friction against her labia.

The image of Betty rose up in her mind. The blonde wasn't in a position of power, but trussed up and ready for a spit. Sonja could easily imagine the cheerleader straining against her bounds, twisting so her large breasts ground against the ground and her hips rose and fell with every movement.

While Sonja had no interest in fucking Betty, the idea of seeing her snuffed sent a blast of heat from her pussy. Her cunt grew slick and dripping at even the first thought and she easily slipped three fingers into her clenching hole. She banged herself, delving her fingers as far as she could into her pussy as little bursts of white flashed across her head.

She gasped and focused on the imaginary Betty. She had seen all of the cheerleaders naked before and her memory filled in gaps for Sonja's teenage nemesis. Betty was thin with a large breasts. Her nipples were tiny with a dusky, quarter-sized aureoles. The tiny nipples ended in points that ground into the soil, dragging swirling lines as Betty whimpered through a ball gag jammed into her lips.

Sonja moaned. She enjoyed the mental sight of Betty in front of her, but she needed more. After months of nightmares, she knew exactly what she wanted for the blonde's fate: a thick spit rammed up her ass and impaled her from hips to lips.

It took very little effort to imagine the sharp tip pressed up against the puckered opening; Sonja had never seen it, but she imagined it was tight and tiny just like Betty. She could almost imagine what it would feel like to press her finger against it and guide the sharp point of the spit into the opening.

Sonja banged herself harder, each stroke shaking her body violently, as she imagined pinning Betty down and shoving the spit harder into her body. Every spasm and muffled cry sent pulse after pulse of heat coursing through Sonja's body.

It only took a few moments to imagine the point reaching Betty's throat. Sonja wondered how she would pin her down, imagining different positions until she came up with bracing her knee on Betty's spine, holding the blonde hair with one hand to force the cheerleader's head back and using her other to ram the spit deeper into the spasming body. Every time she forced a few more inches into Betty's ass, she could imagine the smack of wet, blood-slicked buttocks hitting her knuckles and the jerk that coursed through her body.

The ball gag was forced out of Betty's mouth, the bright red sphere impaled on the tip of the blood-streaked tip of the spit. A long, choked wail filled Sonja's thoughts, the sound of her nemesis being impaled completely.

Sonja gasped at the memories of what it was like to have her own body impaled from ass to throat. It was the same thing Betty was experiencing. She rammed her fingers hard into her pussy and pounded hard and fast, forcing herself over the crest of the orgasm.

When it finally hit, she let out a screaming wail of pleasure of her own. She threw herself against her pillow, arching her back as she clawed at her body. Her imagination shattered under the pleasure and she focused her entire world simply on how hard and fast she could slam her clitoris and pussy until the surge of pleasure faded.

Minutes later, she slumped back against the sweat-soaked sheets. She gasped, chest heaving. With a shaking hand, she pulled her fingers free of her clenching pussy and brought it to her mouth. With a smile, she sucked on her fingers, tasting herself and enjoyed the final tremors of her orgasm.

Sonja remained on the bed for a long moment before she realized she had more to do. With a grunt, she pushed herself out of bed and dons on a pair of fresh jeans and a t-shirt. She didn't bother with underwear or a bra, the damp skin of her orgasm clung to her body as she shoved her shirt into her jeans and headed up the stairs.

Her mother glared at her from the kitchen table. “You better not be going anywhere, at least not in the car.”

Sonja stared at her for a moment, feeling a brief wave of weakness that reminded her of terrible dreams, then shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere, just for a walk.”

Gweneth continued to glare at her, “You better be back in an hour. You were kicked out of school and I have no interest in being dragged into another meeting just to save your ass." Any joy or happiness that happened between them before had completely evaporated since Sonja's suspension.

Sonja sighed and forced herself to walk away. She grabbed her shoes and jammed them into place.

Her mother grunted from the kitchen and then screamed at her. “And don’t you fucking forget it!”

Sonja stormed down the front porch and slammed the door behind her. The wind kicked up around her, fluttering with warmth instead of the icy-cold breeze that drove her. The gravel underneath her shoes skittered away from her as she walked down to the corner, as if she was waiting for the bus.

As she waited, she thought about her plans. When she first approached the bus driver, Mark, she just had a vague idea that something needed to happen. After masturbating in her bedroom, she had a better idea. She wanted to see Betty suffer before dying, preferably in one of the many ways Sonja had died in her dreams since she moved to California. The idea of having Betty and her friends hanging from her gallows, or decapitated on the guillotine, or simply spitting all appealed to her.

She smiled to herself but then started to plan properly. Seeing her mother worked gave her some ideas, but she needed help. And Mark would be a perfect one to help her, but he was probably didn't know what he was getting into. She needed more from him, far more than he realized he was going to give her.

A mini-van pulled up and its window rolled down. Inside was Mark, grinning like a boy in heat. “So, decided to keep up your end of the deal?”

“Only if you keep yours.”

He answered by opening the door. “Get in.”

Sonja slipped into the car and kept silent as Mark drove down the street. She stared out the window, watching the buildings go by. Her stomach twisted in her gut with the realization of what she was going to do. The idea of sucking Mark's cock was distasteful but he would probably need fucking to give Sonja what she needed. She nodded to herself, steeling herself for what needed to be done.

After fifteen minutes of driving, he stopped and she looked up to see that they were at the old bridge that she saw on the first day. He turned off the engine and stared forward for a long moment. The popping of the engine shook the car. Then, she sighed and looked at her.

She considered backing out, but the idea of seeing Betty impaled on a spit pushed her forward. She nodded and arched her back slight, pushing her large breasts up against her shirt until her nipples tented the fabric. "So, bridge or back seat?"

“What? Oh, the back?”

Sonja tugged her shirt free from her jeans and pulled it up over her head. As soon as the fabric slipped off her ribs, her breasts slumped down. With a pointed movement, she dropped her shirt on the floor of the passenger seat, she gave him a wry smile. "How about this?"

He nodded, licking his lips. When he lifted one hand, she took his wrist and pulled it to her hard nipple. At the first, hesitant squeeze, she cleared her throat and pulled him together against him. “If you are gentle, you’ll get a lot more than a blow.”

He immediately softened his grip, caressing her smooth skin. Sonja focused on the sensations and not the age. One thumb caressed against her nipple, teasing it into hardness. Sonja moaned softly, mostly for show since there was nothing the crude touch could go compared to her Meris.

When he licked his lips again, she reached up and brought his mouth to her breast. The feeling of his mouth on her nipple was coarse, not the gentle pleasures of Meris, but something more frantic.

Mark sucked on one nipple, then the other. His hands stroked against her body, as if it was the last time he would ever feel naked flesh again. Sonja let her breath come faster, panting as he sucked harder. She let one hand trail down to his leg, pressing it up between his legs and feeling a hardness between her fingers.

He moaned as she worked out his cock from his jeans. It was average for the ones she had seen, about a quarter again longer than her palm and very warm in her hands.

Her fingers wrapped around the slick member, jacking it as he sucked on her breasts. With a twist, she let the glans slip down her wrist as she cupped his balls, working them free of his jeans.

Licking her lips, she nodded toward the rear of the car with her chin. “Come on... in the back.”

Mark pulled his mouth away and Sonja crawled into the back, lifting her ass into the air as she knelt down on the middle bank of seats. She felt a finger tracing the line of her sex through the jeans. To her surprise, it was still damp or she was actually be turned on by the older man. Unsure of which one, she forced a smile on her lips and looked over her shoulder at him. “You would have to dedicate yourself to our deal a lot more if you want a chance at that.”

He blinked, his mind working, “Uh... how much?”

She patted the seat and crawl on the other end, letting him follow her as he worked his pants down. His jeans dropped to the floor of the car as he sat down on the seat, his cock standing up straight with his excitement. Sonja curled on on her knees and lowered her head to his lap, her lips dancing a few inches over his dripping length.

Mark released a long sigh of hope and pleasure. He grabbed the back of the seat with one hand.

Sonja smiled to herself and pressed her lips against his slick tip, tasting his precum.

He moaned loudly as she parted her lips, sucking him into the tightness of her mouth. His hands brushed against her back as she slowly lowered herself on his cock, enjoying it despite her situation.

One hand stroked along her side, feeling her breasts as she stopped when his cock filled her mouth.

She bobbed on his cock, working the hardness with wet suction.

Mark moaned again, his hands stroking and caressing her breasts, taking great care not to hurt her.

Sonja rewarded him by taking more of his cock in her mouth, sliding up and down while moving faster on his body. His moans turned to pants and she could feel one hand pressing on her head, trying to encourage her to go faster. She stopped when the pressure built up, refusing to move until he let her drive. With a swallow, she pressed her mouth down further until her nose pressed against his inner thigh and his cock head tickled the back of her throat. Swallowing again, she felt him shudder, his shaft growing hotter as it throbbed with an orgasm growing near.

She continued to suck and bob on his cock until he finally exploded, splashing hot cum against the back of her throat. She considered letting it drip out, but swallowed instead, drinking deeply from his spasming cock until it started to soften in her mouth. Pulling off, she let a little saliva mixed with cum drip from her lips as she sat back on the seat, next to him.

“Am I committed enough?”