Chapter 30: Prison Guards (FF oral, FF tort sn)

Another morning came and Sonja woke up again with a smile.

Meris nuzzled between her legs, brown hair bobbing as she felt the slick pleasure of her lover's tongue against her sex.

Moaning softly, Sonja worked her legs apart, freeing them from the confines of her blankets to give Meris more room.

Meris smiled, her lips curling against her inner thighs and slick labia, then pushed her tongue in deeper, lapping against the core of her pleasure, the tiny fold of nerves that sent delicious tingles stretching across her skin.

Languishingly, Sonja stretched out, her arms reaching high above her head and pressing against the wall. Knuckles pressed tightly as she arched her back, hooking her legs as Meris managed to find the most delicate of spots, sending an orgasm rippling through her body with tiny pants.

Sonja shuddered in ecstasy then cried out softly, her body tightened around Meris' head. A smile refused to leave her lips as she collapsed a few seconds later, the orgasm leaving her filled with the warm afterglow.

“You like?”

Glowing from her orgasm still, Sonja nodded. “Yes, very much.”

“I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful gifts. Last night was...” There was a strange intensity in Meris' eyes. It was terrifying but also erotic, something that hadn't been there the night before. Something had opened up inside Sonja's lover while killing Gweneth.

"I've never done that before. I mean, I've watched you butcher. But I've never seen," she panted, "I never killed someone before."

Meris took a long lap at Sonja's pussy.

Sonja clenched her muscles and moaned.

"It made me so fucking wet doing it."

Sonja giggled and drew Meris up to her to kiss. Their naked bodies pressed tightly as they ground against each other, but Sonja could sense Meris distracted, even through the passionate kisses. With a grin, she wormed one finger up between the pale legs and felt the slick liquid that pooled inside her.

Meris moaned loudly, rocking her hips forward and pressing her bare pussy tightly against Sonja's wrist.

“You want to play, don't you?”

Meris hesitated then sheepishly grinned. "It was... I came so hard. I want to hurt them."

"Don't kill them quite yet, drag it out and make them feel it, Baby."

"I will," whispered Meris, "but I want to just... just...."

Sonja stroked her clitoris for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, for a few hours, then breakfast.”

Meris sprung up and rolled off her, slapping to the ground and heading toward the door before Sonja could even get one foot off the bed. She moved a little slower, pulling on a flimsy robe before padding out through the door.

From down the hall, Meris' voice rose up sharply, filled with amusement and bitter spite. “Well, if it is the great Betty Goldstone. I heard your mother is looking for you. Too bad that Sonja gave all four to me... the greatest present I could ever have.”

Muffled cries from Betty and Ming echoed down the hall.

Sonja shivered at a pulse of pleasure that warmed her pussy.

She glanced into the workshop, where her mother's corpse rested on the guillotine bench. A pool of blood soaked into the concrete but no longer dripped from the ruined eye socket of the possessed woman. Sonja concentrated on her emotions, trying to figure out why she felt nothing for the corpse that was her mother. She padded forward, one hand barely trembling as she reached out to touch the dead skin.

It was cool, the same temperature of the basement but had the consistency of thick pudding or raw meat in the fridge. She felt her breath in her chest, slow and steady, with just the hint of cold across her lips. Sonja smiled to herself and stopped next to her mother, looking down at the pale skin.

She said, “You should have never attacked my love, whoever you where.”

No answer came from the corpse, but Sonja felt that someone was listening.

“You could have talked instead of trying to kill me. It was the wrong thing to do, cutting me up in my dreams, spitting my Meris on the flames.”

She stroked her hand up to the cool nipple, squeezing the curves as if she was inspecting just meat at the butchers.

“You probably just did the most stupid thing you could have ever done.”

Her voice was hard and quiet in the workshop. She stepped around the guillotine and looked at the immense black rubber cock just stuffed into one eye socket. Dried blood matted her mother's hair, but she still fell nothing. Even the hints of pain and suffering in the dead expression didn't even invoke the barest hint of any emotion.

In the back of the basement, she could hear whimpers of pain coming up from Ming and Betty. It spiked for a moment and Meris' pleasure-filled voice echoed out through Sonja's contemplation.

“Well, I guess being a slut doesn't get you excited. Well... I know a way of making you wet.”

Betty screamed, the noise muffled through her gag. It was shrill and pain-filled.

Meris continued to torture her, doing something that kept the high-pitched noise going on and on.

Sonja felt faintly disturbed by it but also excited. She looked back down at her mother. With a trembling hand, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the thick base of the rubber cock. It was lodged deeply into the corpse's skull and she had to strain to start pulling it out. The rubber came out shiny, slick with juices, blood, and hunks of gray. When the skin of the corpse's face bulged out, she gave it a tug and yanked it out.

Coldly, she stared down at the gaping hole in the woman's head. In her head, the dildo felt heavy and cold, a dead weight that felt heavier with every second.

“You killed my mother. You wore her body, but you killed her.”

Emotionless words rang out from her lips and she pressed the tip of the cock against the unseeing eye. Only a firm pressure stopped her from burying it completely.

Sonja set her jaw and continued the pressure, grinding down until there was a muted popping noise. The dildo sank deeper instantly with a squelch of juices.

She walked around the corpse while still keeping pressure on the dildo. Her muscles strained as she forced it into the eye socket. It sunk in slowly and with great effort, clots of blood splashing to the ground heavily.

Her lips were tight as she buried its length into the eye socket and left it there.

Down the hall, Ming screamed out one last time and then silenced.

Sonja looked around her and then up at the blade poised above her mother. It sparkled in few streamers of morning light that peeked through the cracks. Looking down, she felt suddenly disgusted by the corpse and yanked on the release. The blade clattered down in one fell swoop, slicing through the neck and burying itself into the wood.

Gweneth's head dropped to the ground, rolling face down as the weight of the strap-on held it in place. It rocked back and forth for a moment and then settled into place, face down with the air spread out in a fan.

She stared at it for a long moment, her body trembling as pleasure coursed through her head. She was responsible for a murder. No, a second one. She remembered Rick and how he died that night. The heat of the blood spraying on her, the sight of the light fading from his eyes.

An icy pulse of pleasure coursed through her. It wasn't the raw emotion of lust but something more, a hungry desire to kill. It didn't matter that it was Meris who actually killed Sonja's mother, it was them. She saw death.

Sonja panted and smiled at the corpse, her chest rising and falling as the icy heat filled her body and tickled her sex. She relived the sight of Gweneth's eyes fading, the life fleeing out of her.

Meris had changed last night too. From the cries coming down the hall, the floodgates had opened and she felt the same icy lust for death as she did.