Chapter 44: Forty-Seven Years Later (F-solo tort rom viol sn)

Sonja leaned her head back against the headrest of the limo and took a deep breath. It had been many years since she had seen the street through the panes of a car window, but very little had changed. Except for one house she didn't recognized and another two which had been painted a different color, it looked just like the last time she drove away on that clear summer morning after Meris died.

She never forgot her love. Every morning when she woke up and every night she went to sleep, she imagined Meris next to her. The sounds of her lover's voice had faded into just a warm wash of excitement and longing for something lost. She couldn't wait to hear her again.

"We're almost there, Councilor."

Sonja looked to the front. Her driver was new, only indentured to her for a few months. His normal outfit was a cage on his cock and a huge plug shoved up his ass, but they were out in the "real" world now they had to dress appropriately. She admired his black suit and tie; he was attractive normally, but the outfit looked good on him. A shame that she wouldn't be able to torture him out of it. There wasn't any more time.

She nodded and looked away. "Thank you, Balls."

The limo pulled into her own driveway. To her relief, the landscapers had taken care of it in her absence. The front porch had also been repaired and the siding freshly painted. It was one thing to put the request in to the city council, it was another to see that it had been followed to the letter.

If someone didn't know, it looked like just another house in an upscale neighborhood. It was just a house no one had lived in since she "mysteriously" disappeared forty-three years ago. At her other house in the county, she had all the clippings and printouts from the seven state manhunt looking for the "lesbian murderers". She though the Thelma and Louise clips were a nice touch, though she still hadn't seen the movie.

She smiled as the car came to a halt and Balls got out. He opened her door. It was almost midnight and none of the lights were on. The smell of dew and the faint buzz of insects filled the air. She scooted across the seat and held out her hand.

Balls took it and held up her up.

She still wore her dress from the bicentennial celebration, a black affair that barely held in her large breasts and clung with her waist. The slit up the side had exposed a lot more than her thigh, but that was part of being in the "real" world, you couldn't show your cunt and asshole to everyone looking at you. She could feel a bit of cum still leaking out of both of her holes, it was a good orgy while they cooked the losing football team and their cheerleaders. She ran her tongue along her teeth, remembering how the last hard cock feel when it was buried to the balls inside her.

Balls handed her cane.

Sonja took the cake with her left hand and limped away from the limo. As she did, she clutched her left breast with her right hand. The twisted flesh under her palm ached as the cold pulsed inside it. It had been an ever-present discomfort since she left. The doctors said it was frostbite that had ruined her tit, but she knew that she kept a secret hidden in the twist of knotted flesh and ruined skin.

In the years since, she had finally learned Master Cold's secret. He was a former councilman much like her, but he had lost that position when he was convicted of being a serial murderer. Somehow, in a county that butchered willing men and women on a daily basis, he needed something more.

When Sonja found out, it hadn't bother her. She was a killer just like him, that was why he picked her. If he kept up his end of his promise, she would hide his secret until the end of her days.

Turning to her driver. "That will be all, Balls."

"When will you need me back, Councilor?"

"I'll call you," lied Sonja.

He nodded in acknowledgment and returned to the car. She watched him drive away as she slipped her hand under her dress and caressed the scar tissue. It was cold. For forty years, she felt Master Cold against her heart but it was time for both of them to return home.

Her nipple grew harder with anticipation and a welcoming heat rose from between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and hobbled toward the porch, her cane and heels crunching on the gravel.

The light painted her shadow against the front of the house one last time. The darkness was absolute, a pitch black outline that looked more masculine then feminine. Just as the limo pulled away, the shadows split into two before disappearing.

The icy knot suddenly flared up into knife-like agony. It poured out from between her fingers, freezing her skin and fogging the air. The cold rushed along the ground and up the stairs, disappearing into the cracks under the door and through the keyhole.

Sonja staggered to a halt as warmth filled her. Her heart beat in her chest, thudding against her suddenly warm fingers and the soft, scarred tissue. She smiled and caught her nipples, teasing with her fingertip as she continued up the stairs.

Lights flickered to life and the door opened. A blast of cold air poured out from the opening and around her. It tickled against her flanks and breasts before sliding down her dress to take one long lap at her moist slit.

Sonja moaned and parted her legs slightly. She may be in her mid-sixties now, but there were hundreds of men willing to fuck her earlier that day. She knew she was beautiful, one of the few things she inherited from her mother.

The wind pulled away and she saw the outline of Master Cold in the mist that formed.

"Welcome home," she said when she reached the top of the stairs.

The wind fluttered against her body, teasing her thighs and sliding up her buttocks. She smiled at the cooling cum that moisten her thighs and continued into the house, trusting that he would close the door behind her.

The door swung shut and locked.

She wondered, as she did many times, if the ghost had lied to her. Maybe Meris wasn't in the house. She had to finish what she started, if only for the small shred of hope that she would be in the arms of her lover once again.

Sonja considered the hallway toward the kitchen or the stairs. It was a long day and the tub was upstairs. Setting down her cane, she leaned against the railing and worked her way upstairs. She felt naked and vulnerable, like the first time she had made love to Meris.

"Oh, love," she whispered at the top. The rooms were just like she expected: her mother's desk remained with a few evidence bags piled on top of it; the bedroom had been made up and kept dust-free, but otherwise remained untouched; even the bathroom had been maintained with fresh towels delivered earlier that day. She trailed through each room, soaking up the memories and being reminded of the love she had. There were little things she had forgotten, unimportant details that were important at the time.

Finally, she stopped in the bathroom. Pulling her dress off, she let it puddle to the floor. Underneath, she was naked. After sixty years, she looked more like her mother with swollen breasts and narrow waist. Her skin was mostly smooth, with a tiny triangle of gray hair above her slit. It matched her long hair that tickled her shoulders, a sign of time's passing.

She showered before sinking down into the tub. The hot water felt good. She smiled and ran her fingertips along her body, caressing her large tits and running fingers down her thighs. She was in good shape, she would have to be while butchering cunts and dicks. Her last one was that day, when she took the life of the sex-dazed lead cheerleader right as someone shoved a thick spit into her cunt.

Heat fluttered along her pussy and she cupped it with one hand. The warmth and slickness felt good, more so when she ran her fingers up and down along the swollen folds. On her right thigh, a serial number had been tattooed along with "Grade A+". It was a formality, she had never been at risk of being slaughtered.

Moaning softly, she curled her finger along her clitoris and caressed it. She took her time with her orgasm, teasing herself until the pleasure crested inside her like the sweetest of wine. When she finished, she leaned back and smiled to herself.

"Did I give what I wanted?"

A breeze rippled along the bathtub, popping bubbles and prickling her nipples with the cool air.

"You better not be lying to me."

Another breeze. It was hard to communicate with only wind, but she knew that he wouldn't lie to her now. After so many years, they had killed thousands of men and women. They had also fucked, tortured, and snuffed many more.

Sonja glanced at her hand and thought about what she would leave behind. "You think the kids will miss me? Tessa is getting married next week and I spent all month pretending I would be there."

A ripple of wind, gentle and caressing. It ran along her hair and she leaned into it.

She sighed with guilt. "I know. They are good kids, they'll take care of the house and the shops. I just couldn't tell them, they would have stopped me."

Sudden tears formed in her eyes. "I missed her so much, you know that?"

Another breeze.

"It... it was so hard. But now that I'm here, I'm scared."

No answer.

She sniffed and wiped the tears away. "Don't lie to me, Cold. If I kill myself, she better be waiting."

A single caress rolled around her ruined breast. She looked down and remembered how the black fingers dug into the skin, twisting and burning it with ice until it would never recover. If it wasn't for that twisted mound, she would have been good enough to be in the movies. But that wound was also her promise of something waited for her on the other side.

Knowing that dwelling on it wouldn't solve anything, Sonja pushed herself out of the tub. She didn't bother drying off or even dressing. Instead, she padded out and down the stairs, leaving liquid footsteps to mark her trail.

After forty years, she still knew the route down the hall, around the kitchen, and to the door behind the kitchen opening. It was open, a gaping darkness into the basement. Yellow police tape hung from the door frame, the colors had faded with age and spiderwebs had attached it in multiple places.

Sonja took each step slowly. She had to put her weight on the railing. As she descended, she felt the heat surrounding her. "Are you there, my love?" she whispered.

She imagined Meris answering.

"I missed you. I missed you so much, my Meris."

The light was already on in her room. She stopped at the door and looked inside. It was different than she left it, but then again it wasn't covered in blood. The repair crews had replaced everything but there were tiny details that didn't quite match: the lamp bulb was the wrong shade of yellow, the comforter had the wrong flowers, and she didn't have that many dresses in the closet.

It didn't matter. She was finally home.

Buried in the nightstand next to the lamp was a knife. It had a ten inch narrow blade with a rosewood handle. It glistened in the light with wavers of cool air ripping around it.

Shivering in fear and anticipation, Sonja walked over to her bed and caressed the mattress. Her pussy grew hot with all the memories of fucking she had done on the bed. She could almost imagine what it was like to be eighteen again, fingering and lapping until all hours of the morning. She smiled and pushed her gray hair over her shoulder. She ran her fingertips along the pillow cases and up to the head of the bed. Holding her breath, she continued the movement over to the nightstand until she wrapped her hand around the hilt of the knife.

It was icy in her hand but quickly warmed up.

She pulled it free and crawled on the bed. Nestling on the blankets, she ran her fingers along her right breast and heft the swollen mound. Using her thumb, she teased her nipple to full hardness. The aureole crinkled with her excitement.

Sonja moaned softly and brought the knife to her nipple. She considered teasing herself with it, but then realized she was too old for that. She wanted her lover. She brought the blade even with the base of her nipple. Using butchering skills from forty years, she pinched the nipple with one hand, pulled it up, and then cut across with the other.

She had forgotten how sharp the blade was. There was no friction when the knife cut through her tanned tit, slicing off her last good nipple with only the briefest of cuts.

For a moment, the gaping wound sat there, an angry red. The blood spurted out, shooting into the air before splattering down.

Sonja let out a soft coo. She remembered doing the same thing to her lover. She smiled as she remembered other things she had down. Tossing the nipple aside, she used her bloody hand to work it way down her rounded stomach and to her pussy. She was dripping and searing hot. She circled her clitoris with the slick finger but didn't push herself to an orgasm.

Trailing her fingers across to her hip, she found the thick knot of muscles of her right leg. She knew exactly where to cut down to sever ever except the arteries.

She had done the same to Meris, made her helpless before killing her. Tonight, Sonja wanted to feel the same helplessness. She brought the knife into the right angle and sliced deep, scraping it against the bone before cutting into her flesh.

The agony was intense, a sharp spear of pain that shot up her spine. Splatters of her orgasm sprayed across the blades as blood poured out of the wound.

She tried to move her leg. When she couldn't, another orgasm tore through her senses. The helplessness was intense. She had inflicted it on thousands in the last few years and always masturbated at the sight of her victims trying to crawl away. Now, she finally gave into her own fantasies. It was better than she expected.

Sonja pulled her right leg open, stretching it until she felt her hip protest with agony. Then, with her blood-slicked hand, she moved to the other leg and found the same spot. Another deep cut and she was hobbled forever. She tried to move it again, just wallow in her helplessness.

She couldn't move.

With a moan, she spread her other leg apart. The sheets underneath her were soaked with blood. The coppery smell flooded the room, mixing in with the sweetness of her pussy juices from the waves of orgasms that crashed into her.

Forty-three years she had been thinking about this night. Her fantasies kept her warm in the long night alone and between two husbands, both snuffed. For years, she dreamed of what it would be like to in her lover's place, to be helplessly when the end came.

Sonja cried out in pleasure. She masturbated herself into three orgasms before pressing the knife against her sex. It cut with the light touch, but the sharp pain was nothing compared to her anticipation. Titling the blade down, she lined it up so it was aimed to impale her. Ten inches of supernaturally sharp steel poised to tear into her.

She looked down at her body, her chest heaving with desire, sweat sparkling against her skin, and the killing blade ready to fuck her. She held it with both hands, gripping it tight.

With a single yank, she buried the blade into her pussy. It sliced deep, cutting into her inner walls. The agony exploded inside her along with an orgasm born of pain. She tried out and pulled it out.

The blade glistened crimson.

She yanked it back in, cutting a new whole into her body. She felt it slice through her cervix and into her womb. Whens he pulled it, it sliced through her inner walls.

A thick gout of blood poured out of her pussy.

Sonja jammed the blade back in, hammering her pussy with short brutal strokes that shredded her pussy. She felt organs being sliced open, her intestines severed. The blade bounced off her spine, sending more agony and pain through her senses. She sobbed with the effort, twisting the blade back and forth to ensure it would kill her. She jammed it clear to the hilt and crushed her clitoris with the effort to get the blade as far into her cunt as possible.

Blood poured out of her cunt in rivers. It splashed out on her hand, hot and coppery. The smell was one she was familiar with, she knew exactly how long she had left to live.

Panting and whimpering, Sonja twisted the blade one last time before yanking it out. This time, her sheets were completely soaked in crimson. It dripped off the blade.

She tried to squeeze her legs together. When she couldn't, she orgasmed.

She clamped down on her ruined pussy, the slashes muscles unable to do anything.

Another orgasm.

Sonja panted as she held the knife. The wounds were fatal but it would take too long.

At the foot of the bed, a black shape began to form.

She smiled at Master Cold and pressed the blade against her clitoris. The light touch was enough to send sharp pains tearing through her senses. Taking a deep breath, she shoved down and cut the knot of pleasure in half. Before the agony could take her, she continued the stroke up, slicing through the tip of her vulva, into her stomach and along her belly button. Blood and organs burst out of the opening as she brought the tip of the knife clear up to her sternum.

The shape of the ghost grew more solid, a black void watching her. He tilted his head. "Welcome back."

"Y-You," she gasped, "better not be lying."

With a shaking hand, she brought the knife to her throat. The blade pierced flesh. "Tell me you aren't lying."

There was a flash of movement from the side. "Sonja!"

At the sound of her lover's voice, Sonja cut her throat as deep as she could. She felt the blade slice through her arteries and across her repaired trachea. The cartilage parted underneath the blade and she felt it chip against her spine before she threw the blade aside.

A fountain of blood poured out across the bed and her ruined body. It sprayed everywhere, coating her body, the walls, and her blankets.

Sonja gaped at the agony, her mind threatening to crumble over the overwhelming sensations.

And then lips, soft and beautiful. They kissed her and she kissed them back. She drank in the taste of her lover, her Meris. They were the same as she remembered them, as if the forty years hadn't passed for either of them.

Meris stroked against her body and held tight. She pulled.

It hurt, hurt more than Sonja had ever felt before. She screamed into the kiss, writhing but unwilling to escape the kiss she had waited decades for.

Her mind tore from her body. She could feel flesh peeling off her senses, bones cracking, and her organs being left behind. She gasped but couldn't escape her lover's embrace.

Finally, it was over. She shuddered for breath, trying to comprehend what happened.

Meris wrapped her arms around her, stroking her fingers up both flanks.

Sonja wanted to stop her before she reached the ruined tit. She tried to push Meris away but her hand only fought soft skin and she pulled it tight, hungry for more.

Meris cupped both full breasts, squeezing them as she smiled. She caught Sonja's nipples, including the one that Sonja had just sliced off. When she tugged on them, Sonja felt her full breasts pulling with the movement.

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Sonja reached down her lover's body. She felt the strength in Meris' legs, the way she squeezed together over her hand. Everything was there as if Sonja hadn't hobbled her. She brought her hand to cup her lover's pussy and felt only slick heat before her fingers slipped into the tight folds.

Meris released Sonja's breasts and reached down herself. It wasn't wrinkled skin and a gutted belly that she found, but the tight plane of a teenage abdomen, the muscles of a cheerleader, and a body of a girl still in her late teens.

Meris finally broke the kiss. "Oh, love, I missed you so much."

Sonja sobbed and kissed her back.

They lost each other in their kisses. Both of them sought each other's sexes, driving two fingers up into wet and willing pussies as they wrapped the arms and legs around each other, neither intending to ever let go.