Sonja's heart skipped a beat. An orgasm ripped through her body as she clutched her lover, a thousand images of her dreams slamming into her. She experienced a thousand killing, hundreds of times of staring into her lovers eyes as the light faded. The world spun around her and she had to lean against the railing to keep her balance. "W-What?"

Even as she spoke, she could feel liquid coursing down her thighs and soaking into her jeans.

"---don't kill them without me."

Sonja froze. Both requests were from the right voice, but they weren't the same. She gulped as she struggled with the tremors of pleasure that coursed through her body. "W-What?"

"Don't do it without me? Please? I'm... I'm too tired."

Sonja smiled and kissed Meris, holding her tight. "Of course, Love, I wouldn't think of it. They are yours."

"Three of them."

The sting of losing Ming brought a well of emotions up. Sonja nodded and kissed Meris to erase it. "I promise. These bitches are yours. And whatever you want me to do to them, I will."

Meris yawned and nestled her head against Sonja's large breast. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Meris' eyes fluttered.

Sonja carried her to Sonja's bedroom, stepping over the unconscious girls. At the bed, she pulled back the blankets and set her lover down in the middle.

Meris moaned and arched her back, but her eyes were closed.

Sonja stroked her hand along Meris' small breasts and down to her belly.

The moaning grew into a lower purr of pleasure.

With a grin, Sonja kicked off her shoes while running her hand along Meris' hips and between her legs. She stared to stroke through the thin fabric of Meris' skirt when a soft snore interrupted her.

Sonja looked up, already knowing what happened.

Meris was asleep.

With a grin, Sonja stepped back to admire her lover. Seeing the slender girl sprawled out on her bed brought a smile to Sonja's lips. She stood there for a moment before stripping Meris and tucking her into the blankets.

"... love... you."

"I love you," whispered Sonja before she kissed Meris' forehead.

Sonja stripped herself, peeling off all the clothes and tossing them in her hamper. Soon, she stood in the middle of her room, shivering slightly from the cool as it prickled her nipple and tickled the drying juices that coated her thighs. She ran her finger along her slit, pushing past the dark hairs and shivering at the intensity of touching her aching clit.

She wanted to go to bed, but she had work to do. She had to hang her victims on the wall before they woke up.

With a groan, she fought back the exhaustion and padded down the hall. The cold air felt good against her skin as she rolled Betty over on her stomach. Straddling her nemesis, Sonja started at the bottom and tugged the cheerleader's clothes off. It was hard work, harder than she expected, but every inch of revealed skin brought some of the anger back.

Betty was perfect. She had a tight, firm ass. The two cheeks stuck out like a porn star. Sonja moaned as she grabbed each buttock with both hands and pulled them apart to reveal a pink little asshole and the plump seam of Betty's perfectly straight vulva. The jealousy rose, even Betty's cunt was perfect.

To take off Betty's top, Sonja had to find a box cutter to slice the zip ties. She did so quickly pulling the fabric off Betty's large breasts and tossing the fabric aside. As soon as she could, she rolled Betty on her back and looked down at the teenager.

The helplessness of her victim sent more waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Sonja cupped her own vulva for a moment but had to fight to not finger herself. She bit her lip as she stared down at Betty, wanting to do something right then and there to her.

Sonja cupped Betty's breasts, stroking slowly until the nipples hardened. "I'm going to kill you," she whispered. The idea sent another pulse radiating from Sonja's cunt.

"I'm going to cut these tits off you."

Sonja panted from the orgasm, it was rising without her even touching herself. "I'm going to shred your body, rip your arms off. I want to hear you begging for me to end it."

It kept building. Sonja shoved her cunt down against Betty's and rocked back and forth. The junction of their bodies quickly grew slick from Sonja's juices as she pumped her hips faster. "I'm going to rip your eyes off. I'm going to spit that perfect little ass of yours and stuff your cunt so full of..." She wasn't sure what she would do, but the idea of hurting Betty pushed hers closer. Sonja moaned as she rocked harder, smearing her juices against Betty's helpless pussy.

"I'm going to teach you never to hurt my-my Meris again." Her voice cracked as she thought about Meris next to Betty, another victim ready to be slaughtered.

With the whispered question from before and the soft, beautiful body in her hand, it was too much for Sonja. She ground her pussy hard against Betty's pubic mount and humped it, thrusting hard and fast as the orgasm exploded inside her, ripping through her veins as she dug her fingernails into Betty's perfect tits.

A long moan escaped Sonja as she came hard enough that her cunt drooled onto Betty's pussy and splashed to the ground. She jerked with the intensity, clutching to Betty's tits for balance until the pleasure faded away and left her shaking.

Sonja giggled. "I'm going to," she whispered again.

Panting, Sonja forced herself up. She was weak and dizzy, but smiling broadly. She staggered over to the washer where she had a box of manacles. The metal was thick and unyielding but sized for capturing young women. The metal was also warm, almost supernaturally so.

Coming back, she manacled Betty and then lifted the nubile teenager to the wall. The heavy metal hook was difficult to hang Betty, but the pinched opening and a padlock ensured that she wouldn't be able to escape.

Sonja stepped back and admired her handwork. Betty hung from the hook. Her toes brushed the ground, she could hold herself up if she stretched down. Her body was a perfect line of beauty, swells of her breasts were flattened into smoothness, the hard nipples sticking out from her body. Her vulva and thighs were wet with Sonja's juices.

The only thing that marred it was the tiny triangle of hair on Betty's pubic mound. Sonja wanted her bare, bare as a proper victim should be. She grinned and promised herself she would do that first thing in the morning.

Exhausted from tiredness and her orgasm, Sonja turned to start on the next girl. She couldn't sleep until all four were properly chained up to the wall and gagged to avoid calling attention to herself.

They were her victims.

They were Meris' toys.

The only thing matter was that they were in Sonja's basement: naked, helpless, and vulnerable.