New story with a guest star as accomplice. Enjoy it!


Millions of euro in a skirt suit


"Come on Chrissie! If we have to spend time together, we might as well get to know each other a little"

Offman sat in the only chair in the room and looked bored at the woman bound and gagged in front of him. Chrissie Evans, 33, wife of Mark Trully, of Trully Pharmaceuticals. Millions of euro in a skirt suit. Her face was on all the gossip magazines: philanthropist, elegant, always smiling. A style icon for the world. Now she was in front of him, gagged and with her hands cuffed behind her back.

"You don't look very talkative today, are you getting tired?"

The woman had long blond hair, although Offman remembered having seen her with auburn hair in some old photos. Her eyes were brown, with a bit of eye shadow and mascara, red lipstick on her lips. The make-up hadn't survived imprisonment, the tears of the first day had stained her cheeks with black, the lipstick had lost much of its luster, only a few traces remained. The same could be said of the red nail polish on her hands. They had given her a sleeping mattress, something to eat and a toilet for her needs but here the luxuries she had enjoyed in those two days stopped.

In addition to the black skirt suit, she wore a white button down blouse, graphite stockings with stitching and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Offman, in the grip of curiosity, had taken a look the night before, the woman was wearing good quality black lingerie.

While everyone was talking about her philanthropic journeys, Offman had eyes only for her body: large but firm breasts, standing despite their volume, legs that never ended, a nice flat stomach and wonderful freckles on her nose and cheeks. A discreet platinum pendant adorned her neck, two expensive-looking earrings sprouted between her locks of hair. She was a prisoner in the room but sometimes Offman seemed to be in the same situation, even their meals were not very different. He moved his leg, agitated, waiting for news from his accomplice, the TV broadcast yet another replica of a romantic movie, boy, girl, asshole that will end up alone at the end of the movie, the usual cliché.

Chrissie jumped when she heard Offman's cell phone ring, it was a message.

"What a bore, another picture! Smile Chrissie!" The woman raised her head obediently, he put the newspaper of that day next to her face "Politician accused. This is certainly not a proof, it can be any day's newspaper. Perfect. Send. Thanks Chrissie"

He moved toward her, lowered her gag.

"Maybe this way the conversation will be less one-way. So Chrissie, how long will it take your husband to pay us?"

"Do not hurt me"

"That wasn't the question. If your husband pays, you go home. If he doesn't pay … well, it won't be my fault"

She started crying again, she was hyperventilating.

"Don't do this, I'm sure he will pay. Twenty million of euros, what are they for him? To see this beautiful little body I would pay twice as much. Unfortunately, I don't have any. That's why you're here!"

She kept crying.

"The conversation doesn't unblock! As you wish, both of us will get bored"

He took out his phone and started surfing the net. The most that most bothered him was that he would be well advised to do so as not to get bored, there was a woman with a fabulous body with him but Bob, his accomplice, had forbidden him to touch her, at least until payment had been made. Sometimes he wondered if he wanted more the money or that nice pair of tits.

The hours passed, every now and then Offman made a stupid joke on a TV program but Chrissie wasn't in the mood to argue.

It was almost evening when the man received a message. It was Bob.

"All right. Ransom paid. Kill her."

Offman's cook stood up when he read those words. It was time to play a little. He hid his smile and looked at Chrissie with a serious expression.

"He didn't want to pay"

The woman's eyes widened in shock, she could not believe her ears.

"What?"

"Your husband. He said he will not pay your ransom. He said he doesn't come to terms with people like us." He got up with a knife in his hand.

"We told him: we will kill her"

Chrissie tried to crawl but there was only the wall behind her.

"He said: go ahead. I'm sorry Chrissie, he's a piece of shit"

"Wait, it can't be, there must be a mistake, Mark would never do that to me."

"I'm so sorry"

He loved destroying the woman's beliefs, making her believe that nobody was willing to pay for her life. He knelt in front of her, sliding the knife over her suit. She trembled and screamed.

"Wait please, I have money in a private account, I can give them to you! Let me go, please, I'll do anything you want, don't kill me please."

She sobbed with her head down. "Anything, please" was where Offman wanted to go.

He lifted the woman by the hair and brought her to her knees.

"Open your mouth"

Sobbing, Chrissie obeyed, he pulled out his penis in full erection and slipped it into her mouth. While guiding her head with one hand, he squeezed her breasts with the other. With satisfaction he noticed that the woman jumped every time he touched her nipples, he enjoyed tormenting her for a while. He had received better blowjobs but given the situation he couldn't complain. The woman did her best, on her lips and on her chin the saliva was mixed with the precum, she knew that at that moment her life was at stake.

Offman slipped out of her mouth and brought the knife to her navel.

"Nononono"

"Calm down, I just want to undress you a little"

With a single step he cut at the same time complete, shirt and bra, her beautiful breasts swung freely.

"You are really beautiful!"

He took a nipple between his lips and began to suck and nibble. Chrissie watched her kidnapper disgusted but without objecting in any way. She would do everything to save herself, a rape was a price she was willing to pay to go home.

He turned her around and put her on her belly. In tears, Chrissie felt him raise her skirt and lower her underpants. She had tried anal sex once with Mark but hadn't liked it and stopped right away. This time she would not have had the chance.

Offman penetrated her ass without much ceremony, the pain was sudden and the woman let out some cries of pain. The man was not delicate, his thrusts made her eyes water, Chrissie felt her asshole widen to make room for the rapist's cock. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell him to stop but she knew that she would sign her death sentence.

"Say you want to go home. Stay good and you'll go home, stay good and you'll go home"

"I'll be good. I'll go home." Chrissie said between thrusts.

Offman went on for twenty minutes, Chrissie heard him moan and get out of her, she felt his cum land on her neck and her hair. It was over. She had been raped but it was over.

The man went to her front, lifted her face from the ground.

"You were good" gave her a delicate kiss on the lips "Very good. Now you can go home"

He came back behind her and climbed onto her back; the woman felt that he was undoing the pendant, he slipped it from her neck "I take this as a souvenir" he raised the gag and put it back in her mouth.

"Now I untie you"

Chrissie was about to say thank you when she noticed that, from above her right shoulder, a hand held a blade in front of her neck. She screamed for half a second before the knife sank into her throat and began to dig relentlessly. While one hand cut, the other pulled her head back by the hair. With eyes wide open, she watched the splashes of blood splash the wall in front of her, the blade running from left to right, cutting her throat.

“I was good. I should go home!”

Arriving at the right end of the neck, Offman stopped cutting and slipped the blade, the woman below him flickered like a fish while a pool of blood red slowly spread on the floor. Gurgling noises came from Chrissie's mouth, the gag's cloth was soaking with blood coming up from her throat. Her hands tried desperately to reach the wound but the handcuffs prevented it. She was terrified, she saw all that blood and couldn't believe it was hers. Her bladder released all its contents creating a yellowish puddle between her legs in a macabre symmetry of liquids. Chrissie didn't even notice, too busy not to die.

It was really happening, he had slit her throat, she had only a few minutes of agony in front of her, then darkness. He said he would let her go. That he wouldn't kill her. She trusted him, how stupid. She trusted of the man who had kidnapped her and raped her. And now he had wounded her to death. She didn't want to die. She couldn't breathe. Mark had abandoned her too. "Go ahead, kill her" those words resounded in her head. Slowly, the woman's spasms faded, her cheek resting on the floor as she watched her life slip away. Then, at a moment, her eyes went out forever. No great moment, no last moan, just the sudden darkness.

Offman witnessed every second of her agony. His penis was hard again, even more than before. Why waste this opportunity? He bent over her and penetrated her from behind again. No cry this time, no tears, just a rhythmic up and down. Finally he came a second time, this time inside her.

He got up exhausted, he had just raped and killed a woman. And he had earned 9 million euros. He had traded a million with Bob for the privilege of cutting Chrissie's throat, his friend gladly accepted. Leaving her alive had never been in the plan, the possibility that she could somehow identify them was too high. He picked up his cell phone and took some pictures of the body. He sent the photos to Bob.

"All done. She is dead."

"The money is in your account."

"If you get here quickly, she will still be warm"

"Lol. I will not miss."

"I'm going, I have the plane in an hour"

"Then this is goodbye"

"Good luck with your Factory, Bob"

"Good luck to you, Offman"

The man left after taking a last look at Chrissie's body. In his pocket, the pendant that surrounded her neck around an hour ago. When Bob has finished, only ash will be left of her and this place.