Part 2/3

Life in the house on a hill was very comfortable. Unlike their previous small apartment, everyone had their own private space, which significantly boosted their confidence. John secured several new contracts for meat sluts, and the company began to thrive even more. Valentina began to improve her studies and even started dating a very handsome guy who promised to decapitate her during the prom.

Only Maria had stopped robbing random sluts on the beach. Partly because tending to the entire house required much more time, but mainly because her lust was now focused on one specific person.

About a month after moving in, the quiet afternoon was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Maria, dressed in a red dress, approached the door and opened it.

"Good evening," Mave greeted her with a smile. "I'm here for the rent."

She was dressed very elegantly. She wore suit trousers, a white shirt, and a green tie. Maria sighed loudly, grabbed her tie, and pulled her inside. In the hallway, she began kissing her and removing her clothes. By the time they reached the living room, they were both naked.

John smiled, but Maria didn't let him just watch. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The three of them were already carried away by their ecstasy and began caressing and arousing each other.

"Can I watch?" Valentina asked.

"Of course, honey," her mother replied excitedly.

While her daughter sat on the couch, took off her pants and panties, and began touching herself, Mave dove in and began giving John a blowjob, while he fondled and bit Maria's breasts. Soon, he had the landlady on the table, entered her, and penetrated her until she had an orgasm. Then he brutally pressed his wife against the wall and began to penetrate her as well, tying her hands behind her back. The helpless woman had no choice but to accept his brutal penis and reached orgasm within minutes as well.

John exchanged women several more times. Valentina masturbated openly and climaxed several times herself. Finally, Mave joined her, and the two began fingering each other while John pushed Maria onto the other end of the couch, furiously penetrating her now-tired pussy, and filling it with a massive amounts of cum.

Everyone collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. Maria laid on Valentina and Mave's laps while she prodded John's cock with one foot. The member was already growing hard again.

"That was so good," Mave sighed. "I guess I should come pick up the rent more often."

John and Maria laughed at the joke.

"You have to join the family," Maria said seriously.

The landlady smiled lazily at the thought. She had felt a strong bond with these people almost from the start, and the idea didn't shock her at all.

"And how would that work?" she wondered. "You'd adopt me? Then I'd lose the right to this house. It belongs to my dad, after all."

“We're not moving out,” John declared.

“Marry John,” Maria suggested, looking Mave in the eye from knee height.

“That's a cool idea,” Valentina admitted. “You'd make a great stepmother.”

Mave daydreamed for a second, but quickly returned her thoughts to reality.

“How do you expect this to work?” she asked. “He’s already married to you.”

“Right,” Maria admitted, then reached for a large knife on the table. “Consider this a proposal.”

She put the knife to her throat and, still lying on Mave's and Val’s laps, plunged it deep. She gasped as blood from the severed arteries spurted upward and splashed Mave. As long as she had control of her hands, she slashed her neck further and further. After that the redhead absentmindedly took the knife from her and severed her head completely. Then she looked at John with confusion.

“I guess you’re single now,” she concluded.

He seemed more shocked than the situation required. After all, it was only his slut wife being snuffed. But then she spotted his hard penis, and despite his confusion, she knew what he wanted to do. She dropped her body to the floor, approached the man, and impaled his wife's head on his penis, leaving the tip sticking out through her mouth. She looked into Maria's eyes, which were aware enough to register her surroundings, then began kissing her while giving John a blowjob. This went on for a few minutes, but it was tiring and not really arousing. She threw the head to the corner and shoved the penis deep into her own throat. The sight of the choking girl and the thought that his wife had given her life for this brought John to orgasm again. He managed to pull his penis out just enough to spray Mave's face with semen.

They needed a moment to rest again. John slumped against the back of the couch, and Mave nestled against his crotch, ready to do it again. Finally, John stood up.

"Well, we made a bit of a mess," he said. "Val, help us clean up. We'll take care of the blood, and you take out the trash." The daughter obediently went to the kitchen, brought the largest garbage bags, and put Maria's body in one of them. As she added the head, the thought crossed her mind: this woman had raised her and cared for her for eighteen years. And now she was just trash. She was happy about it too, now she had a nicer, younger and sexier stepmother. She carried the bags out to the front of the house and placed them next to the dumpster.


***


John parked his car in front of a mansion. He got out and surveyed the building. It seemed much larger and more opulent than his current home. However, in his opinion, the house on a hill still felt cozier.

The man was dressed in his best suit. Mave, who had arrived with him, wore a green evening dress. The color perfectly complemented her eyes.

They walked to the door and rang the bell. They waited for a moment, then the lock clicked and the door opened. A woman stood there. Her red hair was streaked with gray. Her left eye was covered with an eyepatch, while her right eye had the same emerald hue as Mave's. Her beautiful, elegant dress hugged her shapely, well-groomed body with ample breasts, which were exposed with an oversized neckline.

"Please come in," she invited them inside.

An older man was also waiting for them in the dining room. He had gray hair, an athletic build, and a significantly more expensive suit than John's. The guest introduced himself to Mave's parents and learned their names were Roderick and Sive.

They sat down at the table together. They were also joined by the hosts' four, very well-dressed daughters, ranging from eighteen-year-old teenagers to young adults. All of them were redheads. In the center of the table, as a centerpiece, laid a naked, roasted body of a girl. One professional glance was enough for John to determine that the slut had been ordered from his company.

The evening was very pleasant. They ate the girl, Mave's father told the guest about his business model of murdering people, taking over their apartments for next to nothing, and then renting them out. He also complained a bit about the law that made it difficult to undercut buying costs. The fiancée's mother didn't say much, as she knelt under the table and gave John a blowjob.

"Let's talk business now," Roderick suggested as they finished eating.

It sounded as if the redhead were a commodity for sale. John felt he was about to come.

"I own a thriving catering company," the guest explained, trying to hold back a moan. "Besides, today we ate one of my sluts. I will ensure your daughter's well-being and a life filled with love."

Mave's father scratched his chin.

"Those are very beautiful words," he admitted dryly. "But that's not enough. Let me show you how deep the love runs in our family. Roisin, please come here."

The red-haired girl, called out, approached her father with a smile. She was perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Tell us about your passion," the father asked.

"I love music," the girl replied. "I've loved playing since I was a little girl, and my father has always supported me. He even enrolled me in the best music school in the city. And next week our orchestra is playing for the president himself. All thanks to my dad."

She looked lovingly at her father. He returned the gaze, filled with affection, then reached for a knife and slit the girl's throat. Blood spurted from severed arteries as she collapsed to the ground in convulsions. Inarticulate gags rose from her throat, and a stream of urine shot from between her legs. The other girls giggled at the site of their humiliated sister.

"Those little redheads are worthless trash," said Roderick. "But since you want this particular slut, let's make a deal. Mave, honey, give me a blowjob, while I speak with your new owner."

"Okay, Daddy."

John's fiancée knelt before her father, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. It was clear that killing his daughter had excited him more than he cared to admit. Before taking it into her mouth, she smiled at her mother, who was on the verge of bringing her fiancé to orgasm.

"I could offer you shares in my company," John suggested.

The host nodded, accepting the idea.

"Then I'll deed Mave the house on a hill. She'll own it, and when you get tired of that slut and kill her, you'll have it. Deal?"

John didn't answer, though. He'd just orgasmed and was filling his host's wife's throat with his cum. She choked and gagged, but the man held her head until he finished.


***


The long-awaited wedding day was finally there. The guests arrived at the house on a hill, eager for the bloody orgy that awaited them. John wondered if everything had been planned well enough, but despite constant checking, he couldn't spot a single flaw.

The groom was dressed in his best suit. He stood nervously near the fire, where one of the sluts from his company was being roasted. He also absentmindedly poked an iron rod immersed in the flames. Occasionally, guests would pass by and chat, but despite small talk, he couldn't remember who he was talking to or what they were talking about.

Finally, she appeared. Mave entered the yard wearing a long, beautiful dress. She looked phenomenal. Her red hair, styled in an elaborate updo, contrasted perfectly with the white of her dress and veil. She was escorted by her father, ever the most elegant. Beside them walked her mother, dressed in a blue dress and wearing a matching eye patch. The father handed his daughter over to John, and as the guests took their seats, they both approached the priest. They exchanged vows, promising to live in love and respect and to fulfill every sexual desire of theirs until Mave was able to draw breath. They officially became husband and wife. Mave removed her veil and kissed her husband. A very long and passionate kiss, to excite the guests as much as possible.

After everyone congratulated the newlyweds, John tapped his glass with his spoon to attract their attention.

"Thank you all again for coming!" he said, as everyone's eyes were fixed on him. "Before we begin the feast, Mave has a few words for you. Sweetheart…"

"This is a very important moment for me," the bride said. "I'm leaving one family to start another. Therefore, I would like to farewell my parents, as is tradition in my family. Mom…"

Sive approached the girl and stroked her cheek. She then lifted the fork and looked deep into her daughter's eyes. Mave smiled while she was trembling with excitement. Her mother gripped her daughter's head tightly, swung her arm, and plunged the fork deep into her left eye. She fell to her knees and let out a long scream as blood poured down her cheek. Her mother ignored her daughter's pain. She pried the eye with the fork and pulled it out of its socket with a disgusting smack. The woman then grabbed a knife, severed the organ, and put it in her mouth. She smacked her lips for a moment, her face clearly filled with satisfaction.

"I've raised you for so many years to finally be able to do this," she said with a slight sigh.

Mave sat on the ground, shaking with pain. The guests watching her began caressing and kissing each other. Meanwhile, John approached the rod lying in the fire and took it in his hand. At its tip was a yellow-hot seal.

“Since I'm Mave's new owner now, it's time to properly mark her,” he explained. “Mave, darling, can you…?”

The redheaded, blood-soaked girl smiled weakly. With trembling hands, she grabbed the neckline of her dress. She tugged it with a practiced movement, but it took several tries to tear the top of her dress in half, revealing her round, not-too-large breasts. She grabbed one and offered it to her husband. He touched the heated tip to her skin, and a hiss and the smell of burning flesh filled the yard, overpowering the scent of the girl roasting in the fire. Mave yelled in extreme pain.

Then it was time for dinner. John carved the slut, and Mave handed the meat out. She had to endure the pain and humiliation of serving the guests bloodied and with her breasts exposed. But the guests' growing excitement seemed worth it.

When everyone had their meal, John couldn't hold back any longer. He approached his wife, ripped off the rest of her dress in one swift movement, and pressed her face down against the table. He pulled out his hard penis and shoved it unceremoniously into her pussy. Despite her protests and moans of pain, she was very wet. Before he could finish, his wife, brutally penetrated in front of everyone, including her parents and sisters, came twice. Finally, John too climaxed. Rewarded by an applause, he pumped massive amounts of semen into her. The women at the wedding began to pleasure their men.

John grabbed Mave by the hair and looked into her only eye.

"More..." the bride moaned, unprovoked by any question.

John pushed her toward the horny guests. The men grabbed the naked woman and went at her just as brutally as her husband had. For the next few hours, the bride was harshly penetrated in every orifice, including her newly emptied eye socket, and flooded with ever-increasing loads of semen. She didn't know who had fucked her or how many times, but she counted John and her father twice each.

When the men couldn't do it anymore, they abandoned her on the grass, dirty and battered. She couldn't move, and her whole body ached from the excessive use. At this moment she was just a cum bucket, left aside after use. She felt overly humiliated and very close to death. She smiled weakly as she lost consciousness. Now she understood why women remembered their wedding day so fondly.