There were two requests to rework the ending of the last chapter. I didn't disagree, so I decided to redo it. I hope it fits with those who like a bit more detail with this scene.

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Ming's hopes shattered and she cried out, "Why!?"

James stepped forward and pressed a hand against her breast, finding the nipple and twisting it painfully. "Because, if I saved you, if you did everything, you would be chained in the basement for the rest of your life."

"I-I will do that."

"Yeah, but I'm an officer and it would only be a matter of time before I would have to kill you or someone would find out."

Ming shook her head, tears on her face, "I-I won't tell. I-I promise. I-I won't t-tell anyone." Streamers of tears ran down her cheeks, splashing on her naked breasts and shoulders before tracing every curve of her body.

He twisted her nipple hard, squeezing and rotating until the dark-skinned areola pulled away from her body.

She screamed out shrilly, twisting violently as she tried to pull herself away. Her lithe body strained to escape him but her efforts only thudded against the brick wall behind her. Her legs kicked out helplessly, missing James' thighs and hips than hitting them.

James' didn't seem to notice the futile kicks. His face twisted in a snarl and he twisted harder, bringing the tortured nipple almost into a full circle as he pulled her further from the wall, forcing her back to arch as her weight bore down on only her wrists and nipple.

Panting with growing excitement, Sonja glanced at Theodora. The dark-skinned girl was limp in her chains, her shoulders stretched but she was no longer struggling. Tears ran down her cheeks, splashing down in a quiet pattern as she swung back and forth.

Next to Theodora, Betty watched with rapt fascination and a calculating look on her face. She shook with fear, her breasts jiggling with every gasping breath. But no tears ran down her cheeks and she didn't cry out in fear.

Anger surged through Sonja. She wanted the blonde bitch to be terrified, not watching as if she was still in control. It took all of Sonja's willpower not to storm over and slap the bitch; she didn't want to interrupt the erotic display of James' torture of his former girlfriend.

Betty's eyes flickered toward Sonja and then back again. As if a switch had flipped, naked fear blossomed across the blonde's face. A high-pitched whine rose from her throat, rising and falling in time with her rapid panting.

Sonja ground her teeth together. Betty was obviously made of sterner stuff than she original thought. Sonja would have to be careful not to let her guard down with Betty.

Another of Ming's scream tore Sonja's attention away from Betty. The Asian girl was thrashing her head back and forth as James held her up with two fingers jammed into her cunt and the other still on her now bruised nipple. Her legs kicked weakly as she tried to pull away.

"Of course you wouldn't," snarled James. "At least until the first person came by, then you would be screaming for help and throwing everyone under the bus. I know your type, cunt, you'll lie and cheat until you get your way."

He leaned over her, his hand tightening between her legs. A trickle of blood oozed out from the fingers buried in Ming's pussy. It must be digging into her sensitive inner walls with his fingernails.

"N-No! I pro---"

"Shut up, cunt."

He released her and she thumped against the wall. Turning around, he headed to the washer and dug through his clothes. He lifted up his belt and released his gun before pulling it out.

Sonja's heart beat faster as she stared at the killing weapon. It wasn't a knife and it felt impersonal, but the realization that she was about to see an execution brought a heat blossoming between her legs and a desire growing inside her.

He spoke in a low voice, "Now, Ming, after all those months of you being a cock-tease, I'm going to give you a choice."

"No.... please no..." Ming sobbed loudly as more tears splashed down. A trickle of blood ran down her thigh as she twisted and back forth. With every movement, though, her wide eyes never left the gun.

"You can choose to choke to death on my cock or I can shoot you."

Meris whimpered and shoved more fingers into her sex, jamming them in and out as she gasped with a growing orgasm. The smell of her pussy added to the thick scent of fear and blood already in the room.

Sonja let gravity take her and dropped to her own knees. One arm around Meris shook with the force of her lover's frigging while the other pressed against her own sex, feeling the heat and slickness growing with every word.

"I-I... please no...."

Ming shook her head, trying to deny the question.

James stepped forward and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Cock or gun, Ming?"

Ming's eyes flashed back and forth from the gun to the bloody cock still standing out from his hips. She swallowed hard, no doubt trying to imagine choking to death. Then, another thought drifted through her mind, a hard thought. It showed in her eyes, a tightening around the eyes.

James must have caught sight of it and cleared his throat. "And if you are thinking of biting, then you'll feel something a lot worse than my cock in your throat. Maybe a hot poker or something worse... I'm sure Sonja could practice on your body for at least a couple of hours---"

He didn't need to speak as Ming interrupted, fear of suffering bright in her eyes, "Gun!"

James grin and pressed the gun up against her forehead. Ming shuddered and closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the sudden flash.

James held it there for a moment, then lowered the gun. He shook his head. "No."

Ming looked at him with a tiny shard of hope in her eyes.

"You don't deserve a bullet in the brain, Ming." James lowered his weapon, dragging the muzzle along the tear- and sweat-soaked breasts, along Ming's belly, and down toward the "V" of her legs and her blood-smeared pussy lips.

"No...." whimpered Ming.

He tilted the gun up and jammed it into her body.

She cried out, tightening her stomach and crawling up along the wall. The desperation to get off the gun was palatable as she shuddered and curled her body.

Sonja came at the sight of the handgun shoved into Ming's pussy to be incredible: tiny hairs clung to the dark metal, her blood-flecked lips clung to the muzzle, tracing out the sight and the safety, every tremor from Ming's effort to escape vibrated along the deadly. It stole Sonja's breath away to watch it there.

When she imagined herself in the same place, with a gun jammed into her own pussy, her orgasm took on a life of its own. It surged through her body, coursing along her veins and setting her nerves on fire. The helplessness and anticipation was almost too much. Her vision blurred from the pleasure as she wanted for a shot that may never come. She fingered herself hard and fast, enjoying every slurp of her soaked pussy as she waited.

Ming sobbed, shaking her head and still trying to get more purchase on the wall behind her to pull herself off the gun.

James' face was a mask as he held it in place, easily matching her moves. He pulled it out long enough for Sonja to see the blood and cum soaking the metal and then jammed it back in. He twisted hard, ripping her inner lips, and then shoved it deeper until the trigger guard smacked against the Asian's perineum.

He pulled back and slammed it home again.

Sonja jerked from the impact, slamming three fingers into her own cunt as she imagined herself in Ming's position.

He pulled out and drove it again, driving it hard with a wet smack. He held it there, twisting hard a few times before shoving it into her so hard that Ming's pussy strained to envelop the trigger guard.

Panting, he leaned forward until his cock was resting against her sweat-slicked skin. "I hope your heart bleeds for you, you fucking cunt."

Sonja didn't hear the gun off. One moment, there was only the erotic sounds of Ming crying for her life and then there was blood splattered against the back wall. The world seemed to slow down as she heard the muffle sound of the shot going off deep inside Ming's pussy.

Ming froze, her eyes growing wide.

A splatter of blood ran down the wall, mixing in with a thick droplet of blood that splattered from her pussy lip.

The smell of blood, fear, and gunpowder tickled Sonja's nose. She fingered herself frantically, her pussy clenching tight with the idea of the gun buried deep inside her.

Ming's eyes almost popped out of her head. She took a deep, rattling gasp. And then another. More blood dripped from between her legs. Thick rivers of crimson poured down.

Next to Sonja, Meris' cried out as she sank to her knees, both hands between her legs as she masturbated furiously. She whimpered as she shook violently, her eyes locked on the erotic sight before them.

James inched the weapon out and then fired again. This time, the sound of the shot punched Sonja in the chest, setting off an orgasm. He twisted up and fired again. The third bullet burst out of Ming's shoulder, splattering the wall and ceiling in a shower of crimson. He shoved the weapon back into the bloody hole, twisted hard, and then fired a final time.

The bullet came out of Ming's back, right below the ribs, and blood splattered against the wall.

Blood burst out of Ming's mouth, splashing on James.

A few droplets struck Sonja and she clutched at them, smearing the dying girl's life against her skin. It mixed with her cum-soaked fingers.

James pulled his weapon out. It dripped with thick sheets of crimson and white, blood and cum. Strands of gore and juices connected the two for a few inches. He panted as he looked down at his weapon and then tossed it aside.

The gun clattered on the ground and spun around, leaving a little spiral of blood on the concrete.

Ming gasped, a wet rattling sound. Blood poured out from the corner of her mouth, tracing a line along her delicate throat until it joined with the sheets of red from her ruined shoulder. More blood flowed down in a thick river that puddled underneath her: blood from her pussy, shoulder, and mouth added to the sheets that dribbled down the wall behind her.

She tried to speak again, but only a gurgle came out.

Theodora looked up, her eyes coming into focus. She did a double take and then paled as much as she could from her dark skin. And then her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped back down.

Sonja glanced at Betty. The beautiful blood was splattered with blood but she wasn't screaming. Her perfect breasts rose and fell with rapid panting, but there was a mixture of lust, anticipation, and hardness in her eyes as she stared at Ming's last few breaths.

There was a wet squelching noise as James buried his cock into Ming's bloody hole. There was no friction or resistance as he buried balls deep in her. He pulled back and a burst of blood followed, splattered on the ground between his legs.

Ming gurgled and gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at him. Sonja could tell that she wanted him to stop or do something, but her final gasps were an erotic undertone to the wet sounds of his cock driving back into her with hard, brutal strokes.

He grunted loudly and drove faster and harder. With every thrust, blood spurted in all directions. It soaked the floor, walls, his thighs, and even Betty's body with every stroke. The force of his blows was hard enough to drive some of his scrotum into Ming's destroyed cunt. When he pulled out, the crimson-soaked testicles left a sweeping splatter behind him.

Sonja let out a whimper of desperate need as she lost herself in the fantasy of being in the same position. She could imagine that he was driving further than any mortal could ever reach before, fucking holes that he had just shot into her.

Something wet splattered on the ground. It was a hunk of flesh torn out by the gun and his cock. It was followed by a torrent of blood as Ming's innards began to fall out from around James' pounding cock.

He didn't seem to care. He gripped her tighter and pounded her cunt, destroying it completely as more blood and gore poured out from the ruined opening. The puddle of blood underneath them was large enough it began to snake toward the drain on the floor.

Meris sobbed with her orgasm, slumping forward as she ground her body against the concrete. Her hips rose and fell against her hands as she stared at the violent, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she watched the last seconds of Ming's life.

The gasps and gurgles faded under the assault of James' cock. The wet splashes of flesh and organs filled the room, drawing Sonja's attention as the last few strokes were violent enough to crack bone.

He grunted hard and came again, holding his cock deep inside Ming's destroyed cunt as he did. The opening had been ripped and toward apart and the crimson and white froth poured out around it, splashing down on the pile of ruined flesh that piled between his legs.

James panted and slowly pulled out his cock. It shimmered with blood and cum. For a long moment, he stood there, gasping for breath as he stared at her.

Released from his grip, Ming's corpse swung back against the wall. Slowly, the waterfall of blood from between her legs slowed and stopped until there was nothing but the drip drip of congeal blood to echo in the room.