Chapter 39: Choices, Choices (FFF tort)

Morning came, bright and sunny. The night's rain shimmered off the grass and Sonja stood in the kitchen watching the white butterflies that fluttered around. Not a single one of them hurried and not a single one of them died or disappeared while she watched. The backyard looked pleasant from the kitchen. Even the old brick oven stood there, bathing in the sun of summer.

She smiled to herself and sipped at a cup of coffee. The bitter taste burned down her throat but it felt good pooling in her stomach and spreading its warmth across her body.

Despite the sunny day, her nipples were hard. She hadn't bothered with anything and stood naked in the kitchen, enjoying the tickle of sunlight against her skin and the slickness of being freshly shaved. It was addictive, being bare, and she woke up early to smooth herself off just so Meris could enjoy her later.

Last night, they hadn't made love, only held each other close and said nothing. It was close to three in morning when Meris fell asleep from exhaustion.

Sonja spent the entire night watching her until her bladder roused her from the bed just as the sun touched the horizon. Finally getting up, she showered and cleaned up before heading downstairs with the intent of making breakfast.

She sighed. She didn't know what to make. She had enough meat, that was for sure, but precious little else. In the last few nights of kidnapping and snuffing, she had used up everything except for a jar of olives, a few crusts of bread, and a half inch of crackers. She knew she had to go out, but the idea of remembering where she put her mother's credit cards before she snuffed her or finding cash didn't interest her. Not to mention if Rick had reported Meris missing, then someone might be looking for either of them at the store.

Sonja didn't know what to do. While she had enjoyed the rush of torturing the bitches and her own mother, she hadn't though much further ahead. Sooner or later, someone is going to realize that Gweneth is missing and then there would be questions that Sonja didn't think Master Cold could answer.

She didn't have many choices left.

Sipping on her coffee, she let her thoughts darken with the possibilities.

Meris' bare footsteps interrupted her musings. Sonja looked up as her lover came into the room. Meris wore only a long t-shirt. Her breasts swelled out from the worn fabric, giving Sonja a few of her perky nipples and the swells of her small breasts. The ancient shirt did little to hide her hips as they briefly molded to Meris' body before fluttering down.

"Good morning, beautiful," yawned Meris.

Sonja transferred her coffee to her other hand before holding out her arm.

Meris slid into the grip and nestled right against her, her body hot against Sonja's skin. Her arm wrapped around Sonja's waist and cupped her breast. "What you looking at? The grill?"

Sonja smiled and shook her head. "Just thinking."

"You weren't in bed when I woke up."

"Couldn't sleep."

Meris' body tensed up before she whispered, "Thinking about killing Betty?"

For a moment, Sonja considered telling the truth. Then she smelled Meris' excitement and felt the way her love quivered with anticipation. There was only one answer for Meris.

Sonja nodded. "Yes, I am."

Meris reached up to kiss her.

Sonja leaned into the embrace, letting the soft lips of her lover erase her dark thoughts. She ran her hands along Meris' shoulders and down to her hips.

"Can we do it now? I want to hear her scream."

Sonja pulled back to see the intense burning in Meris' eyes. "I don't know, she seemed pretty dazed when I was down there last night."

"Did you fuck her?"

Sonja shook her head. "No, she's your toy."

"Good, because I don't want her to feel good. I was to rip her open, tear her apart. I want to make that fucking cunt suffer for everything she's done." Meris tugged on Sonja's hand. "Come on, please?"

Sonja smiled and nodded. Between her legs, she felt the heat flickering with anticipation. She knew that it was going to be bloody and she couldn't wait to get her revenge at the bitch who hurt her Meris.

As they went down the stairs, Sonja spoke up. "How do you want to kill her? Your choice"

"I can't decide. Either an industrial meat grinder or just lop off all her parts and let her flop around until she bleeds out." Meris was concentrating as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, feeling nasty today? Wait, we don't have a grinder."

Meris didn't answer as she pulled away and raced down the hall, her naked legs flashing in the dim light.

Sonja hesitated for a moment, then followed behind. She caught up with Meris just as she was removing the gag from her mouth.

"Hello, bitch," Meris said with a cruel grin.

Betty stared at her for a moment, a tired and bitter look on her face. She licked her lips, then worried at a flake on her lower lip. A long sigh filled the basement. "Get it over with."

Meris blinked for a moment, her anger sputtering from the dry, tired voice.

Sonja reached up and felt Betty's forehead, it was still cool and dry. For a moment, she was worried about a fever for something. Instead, Betty just looked at her, wiggling around slightly, a hard look on her face. She looked just as tired as before, with dark shadows underneath her eyes and dried sweat clinging to her body.

Meris stared back and forth between them, a frustrated look on her face. "What happened?"

Sonja smiled at her lover, "Don't worry, I can make her scream."

Meris whimpered softly.

Betty scoffed in a dead-panned voice, "I doubt you could."

Sonja's face turned serious and she reached over, stroked a finger against a pink nipple. It was already hard from the cold, but the tip started to grow darker. "Aw, Betty, are you saying that you are completely immune to suffering? Your head pounding and your body aching too much?"

"Fuck you---"

Sonja grabbed and twisted the nipple hard.

Betty let out a hoarse screech so Sonja twisted it again and again, grinding until the entire tip turned dark with a growing bruise. A bit of blood sparkled in the light.

When Sonja let the nipple go, Betty slumped against her chains and glared back, her body shaking as she panted. Tears shimmered in her eyes but Sonja didn't care anymore. She had to the pain in the bitch's eyes, something other than the dead-panned expression.

Sonja kept her hand one the bitch's nipple and used her other hand to trail her fingers down the dry skin of the once beautiful cheerleader. Now, Betty was nothing but an empty shell who had one more purpose in life. She reached the cool flesh of Betty's thighs and pushed them apart.

Betty fought her, but there was no strength left. The resistance was minor at best. It only took a twist of her wrists and Sonja could part her thighs and expose the pink slit of the blonde teenager. When Sonja looked up, she could see a flicker of emotions coming back to Betty's beautiful blue eyes.

Sonja worked her finger to Betty's clitoris. She rubbed it tenderly, caressing one side and then the other until it began to stand up. A bit of moisture cam and it was easier to circle around and tease it out of its hood. "Oh, there you go. Just a little excitement?"

Betty shook her head, her dry lips whispering.

Sonja smiled at her. "Ready to enjoy this?"

A flicker of a glare crossed Betty's face.

Sonja teased her fingernail underneath the outstretched nub and dug her fingernail into the sensitive flesh.

Betty gasped, her entire body tightening as a choking noise escaped her throat.

Sonja bore down, grinding her fingernail into the flesh. The moisture increased, but there was a scent of coppery blood as she sawed back and forth, scraping and clawing at Betty's clitoris.

She could see Betty fighting the urge to scream. Her eyes were wide and her chest lifted and fell with gasps. Rumbles of noise shook her body but she managed to keep her jaw shut by panting through clenched teeth. Her thighs tried to lash out, but days of hanging left her weak and helpless.

"But you aren't lost yet, are you?" whispered Sonja as she found a new grip and continued to scratch and claw at the clitoris. Bits of flesh stuck to her fingernails but that only encouraged her to tear into the bloody hunk of flesh. "You can still scream for my Meris, can't you?"

Betty jumped and the muscles of her jaw tightened as she struggled to keep her mouth shut.

Sonja continued, keeping her eyes locked tightly in the imprisoned girl's. Scraping harder, she kept grinding down on bone and nerves until the tears splashed down Betty's cheek.

Then, a tiny whimper drifted from her throat and Meris gasped with pleasure, backing up slightly until she leaned against the washing machine.

Sonja tore into Betty's clitoris, digging into the flesh until blood poured off her wrist and she could feel the tiny nub of pleasure shred underneath her nails. Every scrape brought a shudder coursing through Betty's straining body. Every twist of Sonja's nail brought a louder whine of pain.

Betty's hips twisted and writhed violently. Her attempts to escape her were futile with Sonja pinning her, but feeling the taut body of the teenager strain against her only adding to the inferno building between Sonja thighs.

Finally, it became to much and Betty screamed out, a high-pitched noise that filled the room with a shrill sound.

Sonja leaned forward, listening to rapid heartbeats in her victim's chest. "So, not as silent as you thought you were."

Panting heavily, Betty glared at her.

Sonja dug her fingernail in deeper and then clamped down with two other fingers, capturing the tiny, slick fold.

Betty's eyes widened as a choking noise came out.

Sonja pulled Betty from the wall by her clitoris, straining to hold it as the girl's thrashing grew more violently. She felt the flesh tearing underneath her and only smiled.

Betty screamed, a hoarse and broken noise. The pitch grew higher and higher the further Sonja pulled the almost broken girl away from the wall.

Flesh tore more and a fresh spurt of blood filled Sonja's palm. It dripped down her wrist and splattered to the ground.

Keeping her eyes locked on Betty's, she continued to pull up.

Gravity pulled Betty back down and the tiny clitoris was the only thing keeping her up. But already half torn, it wouldn't last. With an sensual, wet ripping noise punctuated by Betty's high-pitched scream, it tore off into Sonja's hand.

Betty's ass slammed back into the wall. Her scream echoed against the walls, beating with the shrillness and the intensity.

Sonja panted as she held up the blood strip of flesh. Bright blood glistened on her fingers. She smeared is across Betty's cracked lips, rolling the bit of flesh like a palm. "Now, sweet Betty---"

Betty choked out another cry. The tears ran down her feet. She clamped her legs together, but they shook with her exhaustion before falling apart. Her body shuddered with every sob as she choked on her agony.

Behind them, the sweet smell of Meris' excitement rose up, filling the moments between the screams with the wet slurps of Sonja's lover fingering frantically. Sonja glanced over to see Meris leaning against the wall, walls spread to expose her tiny pussy and the shirt caught on her teeth. She masturbated furiously, her small breasts vibrating with the intensity her three fingers stroking.

Sonja smiled as her and then returned her attention back to Betty. She continued to smear block across the blonde's face as Betty sobbed and cried.

It didn't take long for exhaustion to quiet her down.

Betty slumped against her chains, panting heavily. The wet dripping of blood was louder in the basement room.

Sonja caught her chin and tilted her up to look at the bright, tear-filled eyes. "Now, sweet Betty, you get a choice."

When Betty said nothing, Sonja continued, "My little Meris can't decide. Either we cut you slowly until you stop screaming or toss you into a grinder."

Betty's eyes focused on Sonja, panting for a long moment. Some of the clarity came back and she smiled. "The grinder."

Sonja paused for a moment.

Betty's blood-smeared lips curled into a smile. "I know you don't have a fucking grinder here. So, go on, take me across town to her daddy's place. I'm sure there is no chance you'll encounter someone."

The earlier realization of Sonja's position came back and she pulled back slightly, licking her lips. The only grinder she knew about was at the butchers. She glanced at Meris who was fingering herself harder and faster and then back at Betty.

Betty smiled wider. "Go on, you stupid cunt. Is your word any good?"

Meris let out a cry, the sweet sound of an orgasm.

"How stupid could you be?"

Sonja glanced back, trying to find an answer.

Meris slid down the ground, her legs splayed wide open and her fingers buried to the knuckles into her pussy. She panted herself and smiled. "It's in the back of the truck."

Sonja froze.

"W-What?" gasped Betty.

"The grinder, I picked it up last night before coming here. It-it took me a few hours, but he was going to sell it anyways. So I took it apart and threw it in the back of his pickup. It's here."

Sonja beamed at her lover and then turned back to Betty. "Grinder, it is."

Betty glared at her. "Fuck you."

Sonja leaned up to her and shoved the ripped of clitoris into Betty's mouth before clamping her hand over it. "Maybe, but not right now."

Betty screamed into her mouth, a muffled sound as she thrashed out with her flagging strength.

"Fortunately for you, it will take me a few hours to set it up down here. Until then, just imagine that thing tearing you apart."

Meris slipped up behind Sonja, her damp fingers sliding around to find Sonja's pussy. Her breasts were hot against Sonja's back. With a soft moan, she began to slide back and forth against Sonja's soaked cunt.

Sonja smiled. "Never mind. I'm going to get fucked right now. After that, I'm going to set up the grinder. Enjoy your last few hours, Betty."