Chapter 27: Unwrapping (F-solo)

It was very late by the time Sonja turned down the street leading to her house. It was dark except for the orange glow from a single streetlight near her house. She flipped off the headlights and used the dimmer driving lights to lit the way as she released the accelerated and coasted the last bit before pulling into her driveway.

The light of her car and the few streamers of brilliance from the streetlight lit the way as she drove across the gravel and pulled up next to her mother's BMW. She eased down on the brake, flinching when the baleful light cast out behind her.

She stopped as fast as she could and then turned off the engine. "Okay, love, we're...."

The words died in Sonja's throat when she saw Meris leaning against the far window, her eyes closed and her body supine against the seat and door. Her soft lips were parted slightly and the seat belt caused her back to arch, lifting her small, beautiful breasts in the air.

Meris' skirt had ridden up slightly and it only took Sonja a moment to tug it away from her lover's soft leg and trail two fingertips along it.

At the soft moan, Sonja's smile grew wider. Her lover was exhausted and she didn't want to wake her up. Not to mention, she was beautiful right where she was.

Moving slowly, Sonja unbuckled herself and got out of the car. She carefully swung the door shut, but left it ajar to avoid waking Meris. She glanced at the trunk for a moment before around the house toward the basement entrance near the rear.

By the time she reached it, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. It was a cool night; if she lived in Illinois, it would have still been summer. She shook her head at the thought. Life was much different in California, but it was nothing she expected.

Sonja fumbled with her keys before she found the one she was looking for. She unlocked the door and kicked a few clods of dirt out of the way before heading into the basement. Her knee hit the side of the washing machine before she found a light and flicked it on.

At the hiss of the light bulb, she frowned and imagined there were neighbors looking at the light.

She thought for a moment and then hurried down the hallway. The smells of the washing machine faded and were quickly replaced by the perfume of her room and the wooden smell of her workshop. She turned on both her bedroom and workshop lights before returning to turn off the light near the washing machine.

The sudden darkness left her blind, but with the dim light reflecting down the hall, she quickly adjusted to the light. It was bright enough to avoid tripping on something but hopefully no one would investigate it. It would be hard to explain four cheerleaders in her trunk.

Sonja returned to her car. She slowed down to look at Meris, who remained sleeping against the window. Sonja rested her fingers against the warmed glass and smiled, she would do almost anything for Meris. Trailing her hand hand to Meris' throat, she pushed her away from the glass and walked over the rough gravel to the back.

She hesitated when she went to open the trunk. She forgot to gag the four girls and she wasn't sure if they were awake enough to yell out. A prickle of fear ran down her spine as she considered the door; it was hard kidnapping her enemies and she kicked herself for not remembering to silence them.

Leaning over, Sonja rested her palms on the trunk and pressed an ear against the cool metal. No noise came out, nor did she feel movement. As she listened, she could imagine a thousand eyes staring at her. In the back her mind, she imagined a police car pulling down the street even though she had never seen one before.

Finally, the fear was too much. She fumbled with her key before jamming it into the lock. Turning it, she wined and waited for a noise. When none came, she cracked open the trunk while being ready to slap it down again.

Nothing.

She leaned to the side and lifted the trunk further, peering inside as her heart beat faster in her chest.

The four girls were still passed out. Their bodies were jammed together, shoulders shoved into necks. Marisha had her head forced between Ming's thighs and Betty's head was twisted in an uncomfortable-looking position up against the top of the trunk. It looked like Theodora's skirt had ridden up, revealing maroon panties over her chocolate hips and a few curls of dark hair peeking out from the fabric.

Even though they were just a jumble of bodies and limbs, Sonja's pussy soaked itself in a matter of seconds. Seeing all of them helplessly jammed into the trunk was more erotic than anything she had seen before, the potential for torturing each one of them got her so excited that her clitoris throbbed painfully and she was dribbling down the inside of her thigh.

"F-Fuck...." Sonja whispered and clutched the trunk lid. She ground her thighs together, feeling the heat and liquid pulsating as she stared down at her victims.

It took all of her willpower not to find a knife and kill one right then and there. Trembling with effort, she pried her fingers off the trunk and reached down for the nearest one. It was Ming. The slender girl was muscular enough for cheer-leading, but Sonja had been hauling carcasses up for butchering.

Sonja pulled the girl out of the trunk and flipped Ming over her shoulder. The Asian's tight ass pressed against her ear as Sonja stared at the trunk for a moment. After a second of debate, she lowered the lid until it caught on the latch.

With a rapidly beating heart, she carried Ming around the house, sticking to the shadows before going down the stairs leading into the basement.

It was one thing to be cleaning out a room with the idea of imprisoning girls in it. Another was when it actually happened. Sonja panted as she came down the stairs, her legs shaking with the overwhelming desire to rip off her clothes and masturbate. She circled the room, debating about hanging Ming on the hooks along the wall right away or going back for the others.

Fear made the decision for her. There were three others in the car and it would only take a single mistake or curious person to ruin everything.

Sonja knelt down and laid Ming out on the ground along her side. The zip-strips were still tightly bound the teenager's wrists but Sonja remembered her earlier thoughts and rushed over to the clothes drier to pull out a few sets of her underwear. She returned to Ming and knelt down. Using one thumb to run along the soft skin of Ming's lower lip, she pried her mouth open and jammed the panties inside her.

The idea of Ming gagging on her underwear brought another surge of pleasure coursing through Sonja. Her legs shook again as she gasped. She couldn't resist, she ground one palm against her pussy and stroked herself through her jeans, pushing herself rapidly toward an orgasm as she stared at her victim.

Sonja realized she was losing herself in the fantasy of the beautiful Asian in front of her. She pulled her hand away from her crotch, noticing that her skin was sticking and the fabric was soaked. She considered stripping off her jeans before picking up the next girl, but realized it wouldn't help anything.

Turning back, she headed up the stairs while worrying her lower lip. The fear of being arrested peaked inside her. She shivered at her imagination even as she circled around the house.

Theodora was next. The dark-skinned beauty was heavier than Ming, but nothing compared to half a cow. Sonja set her down next to Ming and spent a moment stroking her hand along the chocolate skin visible underneath the cheerleader's skirt.

Marisha came next, set down like a slab of meat.

Sonja struggled with every step. She needed to masturbate. She needed to finger herself until she screamed out in an orgasm. Her vision blurred with hunger as she forced herself back up the stairs for the last one, Betty.

As much as Sonja hated Betty, seeing the blonde sprawled out on the ground brought none of the anger back. Instead, Sonja simply saw the girl as nothing more than meat, a victim. She smiled as she admired Betty, her hand clenching with the desire to rip off her clothes and explore her body. She straddled over Betty's hip and ran her fingertips along Betty's perfect jaw, tiny nose, and then down to the swell of her cleavage.

Sonja spread out her hand to cup Betty's breast. It was soft and firm, the lace of the bra tracing against Sonja's skin. Betty's nipple grew harder underneath Sonja's grip and Sonja pulled back enough to trace her finger around the growing tip.

"I'm going to kill you," whispered Sonja to the unconscious teenager.

A flash of pleasure raced through her. Sonja pressed her other hand against her aching cunt and continued to stroke both herself and Betty as she stared at the perfect face. She didn't know how Betty was going to die, but there was no question that Sonja was going to make sure she never survived for what she did to Meris.

At the thought of her lover, Sonja pulled her soaked fingers away guilty. Standing up, she hurried outside and back to her car. Around he, the soft buzz of insects and the screeches of nocturnal animals punctuated the stifling silence. She let out her breath as she stopped at the passenger side of the car.

Meris continued to slumber against the glass.

It took Sonja a few minutes to ease the door open and reach in to hold her lover before opening it fully. The warm, smooth body slid into her grip and Sonja managed to pull Meris out. Cradling her, Sonja used her foot to shut the door and carried Meris back, breathing deep to enjoy the smells of the trembling girl in her arms.

"S-Sonja?" Meris' voice was soft and dreamy.

Sonja stopped midway down the stairs. "Yes, Love?"

Meris reached out and pulled Sonja into a kiss. "Promise me something?"

"What?"

"You'll be the one to kill me."