I like how laid back and casual this story is. The cherry on the top is that the main character doesn't utter a word throughout the whole thing.

Also, using freshly severed head as a bottle opener is a new level of disrespect. I think I'm developing a new kink.

This was trully exelent. PLEASE WRITE MORE!!!

The blonde giggled as she pranced a few steps ahead of him, heels clicking on the polished wood. He smiled as she twirled a few times, watching the translucent yellow silk swirl and flare around her hips, saw her wide green eyes behind her big round glasses drinking in all the sights.

He had to smile himself. Somehow the flowers in the planters seemed bigger and brighter, the marble and wood of the platform and benches all seemed shinier when she was there. Maybe he'd just not bothered to see it, before.

She giggled as she stopped her twirl, her transparent yellow dress barely tinting her freckled, volleyball-sized tits as they wobbled, capped with domed orange-sized areola and her jutting nipples the size of her thumbs. The brazen display caught and held a few gazes, some disapproving, some hungry, but she didn't seem to notice or care about any eyes but his.

She twirled up against his side, and murmured happily as his arm wrapped around her, brazenly kneading her tit through the fabric as they strolled to the head of the train.

He watched as two nervous stewardesses fidgeted in their crisp blue uniforms, starched white blouses under sharp blazers and short, tight blue skirts, blue stockings and low blue heels and the square blue cap perched jauntily askance on their heads. They fidgeted and glanced about as he stood and stared at them, making the wait uncomfortably long as he groped the cooing blonde's breast.

Honestly, he wasn't quite sure if it was his brazen hand or the brazen display of power she was enjoying more, but he could feel her legs shaking and could just start to smell her excitement as it trickled down her thighs.

When the two stewardesses were looking nearly terrified, he gave the blonde's nipple a tweak, and she slipped her hand inside his suit, pulling out the bright white folded ticket. "I'm sure our accommodations are prepared? Along with all the... Refinements... I requested...?" She purred, half moaning her words to the trembling women.

One managed just a terrified squeak, the other stammered meaningless babble-sounds before managing "y-Yes, this, this w-way, m-m-Mister...?"

The blonde smiled, and nodded to the terrified women. "Yes. Mister." She giggled and twirled again, slipping from his grasp, replacing her fat tit in his hand with her own slim fingers, her grip warm as she pulled him up the steps to the private car.

The interior was opulent, dark exotic wood and rich wine-coloured velvet, gold trim and gleaming crystal.

Two Stewardesses stood waiting, though their uniforms were notably different. Beyond the jaunty caps, there was no blouse under their sharply cut blazers, tailored to bare their busts hefted high in blue lace demicup bustiers, frilly decorative supports that left their teats jutting free. Their skirts were cropped much shorter, leaving rounded rumps and vulvas on open display, pubic hair shorn clean save for a tuft trimmed and dyed to match the logo of the railline. The blue stockings had elaborate lace tops that stretched up to meet the gold clasps of frilly garter straps, and the polished blue heels were towering six inch needle heels that forced their wearers to tiptoes.

They had seemed to have interrupted a moment between the two. One was an oriental woman, the corners of her slanted brown eyes painted in elegant feathered red, her glossy black hair in sharply square bangs and a shoulder-grazing bob, but her gleaming red lips were in a nervous grimace, and she was cringing away from the other Stewardess.

If the asian lady was beautiful, the other was simply too much. Caucasian and with a long tumbling tousel of gleaming red hair, she was almost painful to look at, like a screen set too bright and searingly oversaturated. She had gold trim on all the seams of her uniform and brush epaulettes on her shoulders. She was toweringly tall, six feet before the tottering heels jacked her higher, and her purple eyes seemed to cut through wherever she gazed. Her lips were somehow supernatural, overplumped without being swollen or bloated, and coated in thick layers of liquid blood-red lipstick that just begged for something thick stuffed between them.

She had been turned to her cringing partner, lips twisted in a sneer, face in a scowl as she had hissed something at the cringing subordinate, but as soon as another heel sunk into the velvety carpet, the two snapped immediately to polite bust-wobbling attention. The asian lady's soft, rounded melons were covered in dinnerplate-broad brown areola with thick shotglass nipples, but the overwelming redhead's beachball-sized breasts rode unnaturally high and impossibly rigidly spherical, with splayed formless areola stretched wide under tiny pinkie-tip nipples. She twisted her wet red lips into a smile almost greasy as her lipstick. "Welcome aboard, honoured guests. We're prepared to go to *any* lengths to keep your journey as pleasant as possible. Of course, with the five hundred kilometer ride scheduled for only ninety minutes, we certainly encourage you to gorge on absolutely *everything* you see here." She gave a pointed glance at the asian lady, then gave a lewd smile as she caressed her own bloated breast. A smile that never rose to her eyes, really.

The blonde had her arms raised, and he had gently lifted the filmy sundress off his prize while the redhead had spoken. Her quick hands neatly folded the dress when he lowered it again, and she held it up to the head stewardess. "Would you put this somewhere safe, please?"

The redhead smiled her haughty, superior smile, and snapped her fingers at the asian lady. After a few seconds without hearing any movement from her underling, she turned her head and opened her eyes in a disapproving glare. The shorter woman was wide-eyed, looking back and forth, from her to the guests.

The redhead glanced at the guests and froze. The gentleman had one hand raised to the subordinate, but both he and his naked floozy had locked her with dark glares of their own. "We. Asked. You." the blonde said icily, wvery word dripping with venom.

The redhead blinked, taking a half step back, then nervously stepped forward, reaching out for the garment. The blonde glared and didn't lift her hands, forcing the tall woman to stoop to gingerly accept the thin fabric. She had to stop and think for a second. Where did this go? What part of the carriage had what? That, that had been a subordinate's job for so long, she'd almost forgotten.

The blond flipped like a switch, all bright and bubbly again. "Now, miss, it's so very nice of you to keep us company on this short little journey! We've only just met but I'm already sure I'll desperately miss you when we leave the train..." She sighed, gently patting the nervous asian lady's white gloved hands. "Oh, no matter. Tell me, did... Certain items, arrive safely for us?"

The redhead looked back from closing the velvet-lined drawer. Private requests were her part of the job, she had spent all day yesterday gathering and stocking the galley stores, and gone in full uniform to a dark and sketchy part of town late last night to acquire-

The flat little wooden box that her subordinate was holding up on flat palms, the blonde using a polished pink thumbnail to pop off the red wax seal. She raised the lid a bit to peek inside, face awash in a slit of golden glow, and looked back at the gentleman and nodded.

He smiled, and gestured to the small table beside the long, comfortable side couch. The asian set it down gingerly, then let out a surprised little noise as his strong arm slipped around her, pulling the stewardess in as he sat down, crowding her a bit against the end as he gently forced her to sit. She blinked and stammered a bit, then blushed as her lips twisted into an involuntary smile, giggling softly and glancing from his warmly smiling face, down to his posessive grip, while his large hand lovingly caressed her breast.

The blonde had her own hungry gaze for the subordinate stewardess, easing in under the man's other arm, his hand almost unconsciously cupping her other breast, while his girl leaned halfway across his lap to start trailing her fingers across the bare flesh above her uniform stockings. "I'm sure your service will be downright... Delicious for us," the blonde was cooing at her subordinate, before raising her hand and snapping her fingers twice. "Three champagne flutes and the first tray of strawberries," she commanded, not looking away from the asian girl's face, watching her gasp and blush and smile unprofessionally when her hand dipped between the stewardess' thighs and curled in.

"We'd like to get things started before..." The blonde's face was genuinely surprised when she had turned to the redhead, seeing the trees whizzing past out the wide window. "Oh, we're already moving...? But I didn't even notice..."

Her subordinate gave an odd little gasp, and brightened up even more. "Oh yes! The motive technology for this mainline is simply fascinating! May I te-Ooooooh...!"

The blonde giggled, leaning further across the gentleman's lap to wrap her lips around the asian lady's thick teat, slurping and licking lewdly as she shamelessly thrust her fingers up into the stewardess' cunt. "Mmmm, we'd love to hear about it..." the blonde purred when she came up for air. "Do your best and try to keep talking, sweetie."

The redhead gave as silent a little huff as she could, strolling past the partition to the small but opulent galley, fetching the first of dozens of silver trays of opulent treats the bubbly blonde had ordered in advance, the champagne, the glasses, the tray stands and ice bucket, stumbling a little as she tried to balance everything, before gliding back out to the guests.

Her asian subordinate was giving a breathy and breathless description of the machine they were in, rattling off moan-filled figures and strangely lurid descriptions of magnetic fields 'interfacing' in a way that made the redhead involuntarily blush. The gentleman was in rapt attention as his blonde companion kept pumping the stewardess for more, and pumped her fingers in her sopping cunt even more, making the dumb little junior mewl in blissful abandon.

They forced the redhead to play scullery maid, ignoring her except to cooly demand more delicacies, even as they both fed them to her lowly subordinate, plying her with drinks and hand-feeding her decadent treats, while exploring up and down her economy-class body, making her moan and mewel, and not once looking back at the Luxury-class woman they had shuffling out luxury-class food to waste on those, those labour-class sluts!

She didn't let them see her seethe, of course, it would be beneath her station to give inferior service. She would endure! And it seemed to pay off. It was almost an hour in before the gentleman shifted in his seat, a different look in his eyes. His bipsy blonde giggled, and invited the gasping little economy-class trollop to lean in, watching in fascination from lust-bleary eyes as she opened his trousers and unleashed a thick, throbbing python of a cock. She stared in fascination, brown eyes comically wide and ringed in molten mascara, thick black rivulets running down her cheeks from the intense teasing they had put her through in the past hour.

They knew their place, she had to admit, the low-wage bimbo and steerage-class subordinate staring for a moment, before diving in to slather their hungry lips up and down the sides, moaning hungrily as they licked and slurped and kissed.

He moaned a bit, but stared up at her, standing at rigid attention and appearing unmoved by the display. His hands rested gently on their heads, caressing their hair, stroking their locks lovingly as they slurped and kissed and sucked at the sides of his cock, only showing any strength when one or the other tried to rise high enough to try and get her mouth over the tip, forcing them back down to start from his hefty balls again.

He watched her, judging her, inspecting her as she held her ground. She held her steely resolve as long as she could, but a dribble of excitement trickling down her thigh made her bite her thick lower lip and stifle a moan.

He patted the rumps of his two girls, claiming posession of railroad property, but she didn't really give a shit now. He lovingly groped a breast in each hand as the redhead flowed down to her knees between his spread feet, eyes on his as her thick lips opened, gleaming wet red in their layers of lipstick. Her tongue cupped under his dribbling tip, rippling and teasing as her purple eyes watched his, then dropped her gaze and dipped her head forward. She didn't force her head down and swallow him roughly, no, she was pointedly controlled and deliberate as she accepted the thick, long cock into her throat, her jaw forced open and her plush lips in a lurid O, but not a twitch in her gullet as it slid past the back of her mouth and down her throat.

She stayed down for a long moment, then started to rise, when his hand dropped on her head and forced her back down into place. Her eyes went wide, and glanced up at him, up at his cold stare, at her underling watching with envious fascination, at the blonde bimbo's manic hungry grin. She stayed down, feeling her heart hammering in her chest, felt her lungs starting to burn, felt his cock throbbing and swelling and feeling his heart accelerate as she waited for breath. She glanced up at them nervously, and saw him grin and grimace, his strong hand gripping her fiery hair and hauling her back up.

His cock came free from her lips with a wet pop, gasping and coughing and blinking even as he grunted and orgasmed right when he pulled from her mouth, shivvering and hissing through her teeth even as thick gouts of his cum splattered and splashed against her forehead, between her eyes, drenching her face in thick sheets of gloppy white goo.

He held her up by her hair as his drooping cock spurted more, splashing jizz across her throat and across the top of her expensively packed gargantuan tits. She gasped and wheezed, eyes flicking from face to face nervously, and her nervous babbles seemed to set him off, his cock roaring back to full mast and smacking her under the chin as it sprung to life again. She let out a surprised yelp when it clicked her teeth together, but his dick muted her mid-yelp as he pushed his throbbing mast deep down her gullet. She squirmed nervously, she had barely gotten a few breaths and her lungs were still burning for oxygen. He didn't fuck her throat, just held her down and grunted as her throat panicked and kneaded around his cock. She was dazed and her ears were ringing when he hauled her up again, coughing and gasping as he refused to fill her throat, flooding her face with another coat of his steaming spunk, spattering down across her heaving chest. Her one good eye darted across all three excited faces leering down at her, her other eye stinging and glued shut by the semen flooded over it. She was starting to panic, but she was weak from the lack of oxygen, panic and hyperventilation making the leering faces twist into monstrous masks in her mind. It excited him again, and her throat was filled with his massive cock once more, as rigid and unyielding as the hands in her hair, holding her tight against his crotch, stretching her gullet so tight she could barely make the tiniest noises as she choked. Her head swam, she felt his cock spasm in her throat, felt the all-too familiar sensation of hot semen splashing into her stomach.

But he didn't let go. Her ears were screaming, her chest was an inferno, she needed air desperately. She was built for luxury, not strength, and the strangulation had made her even weaker and less coordinated. She tried smacking at his legs, trying to push away, but her arms couldn't move like she wanted, weakly patting the backs of her hands and arms randomly against his knees and shins. She heard the two women laughing at her, and she started to cry as her world faded. The thick streams of black mascara running down her face reinvigorated the man, and she felt his cock swelling to full erection again deep inside her abused throat.

The last thing she felt was the splash of hot cum flooding her stomach before her world went away.

A slim, gloved hand slapped her face twice, left and right, to startle her back awake. She yelped and gasped in surprise, then violently wretched a stream of curdled cum. Her bleary eyes barely registered her subordinate as she puked half-digested semen across her tits, but her world snapped back to sharp focus at the sudden pain in her arms, in her scalp. Powerful arms had hers twisted sharply up behind her back, her fingers could feel her own hair, the back of her head, her shoulders felt like they were about to tear, and thick fingers were holding her hair tight, forcing her head up and pointing it where it wanted her to look.

"... Ew. Mister, perhaps she should need to clean this herself..." her subordinate said, her usually soft and cowed voice strong and musical. She had a moment to think it sounded very pretty, before the rough hands forced her face against those wobbling, puke-covered tits. She sobbed weakly, and started licking, gulping, slurping up the foul, curdling, bile-mixed cum she had puked across them moments ago.

The Asian tsked, and let her struggle for a moment, before stepping back again. "These are ruined..." she snorted, opening the two buttons of her uniform blazer, peeling it off, twisting the sleeves inside out to try and contain the mess. The Redhead snuffled as The Blonde arrived with the big fluffy white towels, dipping one in a crystal bowl of warm water, cleaning The Asian lovingly as she peeled off and discarded her coat, her gloves, her skirt. She tsked, and tossed away her hat as well, letting out a sigh as she stood in just her blue heels, stockings and garter belt, The Blonde rubbing and wetting and kissing and wiping lovingly all over her olive skin, polishing The Asian to a shiny gloss. "You're right, you know... She DOES ruin everything." Her subordinate stroked The Blonde's hair as she settled on one thick brown nipple, caressing her golden locks as The Blonde's warm lips and tongue luxuriated on that fat brown teat.

She sighed blissfully, then giggled... Then gave a different sigh as those brown eyes swiveled to glare at The Redhead. "Our guests have greatly enjoyed your body... But they certainly haven't enjoyed YOU. So I agree with them- Ah~!"

The Blonde had pulled away from The Asian's breast, lips leaving brown teat with a loud, wet *pop*. "You ruined our ride, miss, so we'll be ruining YOU."

The iron grip of her captor's arms forced her down, and she could feel his raging erection between her asscheeks. She let out a grunt and a cry of pain as he pulled her hair, felt the grinding in her straining shoulders- Then sucked in a horrified gasp as she felt his massive cock force its way up into her asshole. Her own throatslime was still lubricating his cock, but he was too big for her tight, unviolated anus, and she screamed as she felt her insides tearing open.

She screeched and wailed at the pain, as he violated her anus and reduced it to a bloody torn fuckhole, sobbing and wailing as his painful grip in her hair pulled her head aside to lovingly lick and kiss and nuzzle her neck, then dropped her head as he kept fucking the ruined hole torn in her flesh, sobbing weakly as she felt the blood dribbling down her legs.

"Soon, Mister, we're almost there..." said The Asian, and the Redhead let out a yelp, lifting her head as Yhe Blonde and her betrayer fiercely pinched her little nipples, hauling her bloated, silicone-packed tits high. Her face twisted in rage, and she was gathering bile in her mouth to spit in The Asian's face, when a searing heat flashed up across her chest. She gasped, sucking the mouthful of spit down into her burning lungs, but couldn't cough or gasp. Her head just turned to look toward The Blonde.

There was a sliver of a ruined face reflected in a silvery gleaming blade, its surface smeared with blood. It was her own ruined, semen-caked face, she distantly realized, as she looked past the falling knife to the contented, smiling face of The Blonde, lightly spattered with blood and holding up a big, wobbly bag of skin, the open end towards her bloody and ragged, with a clear wobbly ball starting to slip out of the torn meat.

She looked back to the stern face of The Asian in time to see the knife flick up again, a spatter of blood spraying up over her features as they softened into a contented smile, almost giggling as the Redhead felt unbalanced without her massive tits. She felt The Man's hand let her weak and useless arms go, reaching around her frail torso, narrow and weak without the monstrous tits to disguise its small size, and-

She screamed as his left hand sunk its strong fingers deep between her ribs on the right side of her chest, grappling hold of her by her very bones, holding her up as his monster cock flooded wet stinging heat into the torn meat that was once her bowels. In her panic she vaguely recognized the Blonde and The Asian holding her ruined tits by the nipples, swinging them gently to jostle her expensive implants out onto a silver platter on one of the service stands. They gleamed pink as her blood quickly fled the wobbling bags, their unnatural surface repelling her gore to stand gleaming and pristine in a soup of blood.

The Blonde accepted the second emptied breast, holding up the sad limp empty bags of flesh as The Asian knelt and worked quickly at the door controls. In the back of her head she knew alarms should wail and the train should brake violently, but somehow the door slid open wide as the violent slipstream rushed into the car, and the train raced along unimpeded.

"THIRTY SECONDS!" yelled The Asian, clutching to a handle for dear life, battered by the violent winds, but her grin was wild and manic. She saw The Blonde toss her empty fleshbags that had been her severed tits out the door before kicking herself back and crawling away from the sucking opening, giggling excitedly as she watched with erotic fascination.

The Man shifted his hold on her, unrolling her from his bearhug to let her hang face-up from his bloody grasp in her ribs. His face was dark and ice cold as his right hand neatly set the knife back in the flat wooden box, gently closing it to cut off the golden glow from inside, then violently ramming tge fingers of his right hand between the ribs of her opened left chest. She felt him shudder and saw a flash of pleasure on his face as his fingers touched her heart, felt her thunderous panicked pulse, his cock expanding to full rigid erection inside the ruined hole that had been her anus.

"TWENTY!" yelled The Asian, and The Man stepped up to the door. The wind slapped her hard in the face, and she tried to gasp, the forgotten wad of spit in her throat choking her again. She wretched violently and emptied her stomach of her meal of semem, spraying in a sickening mist that swirled in the turbulence around her head, coating her head in her own puke even as it ripped her long red hair from her scalp in little bloody clumps. Her arms were numb while her shoulders were raging fire, she felt one arm whipping violently against her back, bending in places there shouldn't be joints, her bones grinding where her shoulder had dislocated. Then with a wet tearing sound, it was gone.

She struggled in the wind as The Man bounced her, somehow holding his ground in the maelstrom, still fucking the ruined hole that been her ass. Dazedly, she turned her head to look forward, where the train was going, and managed the first bit of a scream.

It seemed like so much time to study the steel pole, its shiny grey metal surface, pick out the stippling of the chemical treatment that kept it immune to things like rust and filth, watched it grow as it approached her face. She could study where a shallow concave indentation had been hammered into its side from repeated use, the fan of black and brown and red of blood and bits of decaying flesh sprayed up and down from the well-used impact point.

She spent such a long time watching it as it came slowly closer, there seemed like so much time to do so many things, but she was so slow herself now.

And then it raced the last few inches toward her eyes, and there was nothing more.

He took a half step back, hauling the ruined corpse upright as he leaned back, the bottom jaw and tongue still attached and flailing. There was still a stump of grey matter, the reflexive lizard reactions making her legs flail and clutch at his hips, the ragged stumps where her arms had been ripped away flailing as her corpse eagerly fucked itself against his hips, bleeding eagerly in its last reflexive convulsions as he grunted and let out a wordless blissful sigh as shit and blood and torn flesh mixed with his copious semen. He smiled, held her up for a moment more, then glanced out the doors at the rushing scenery. He hurled the ruined, used meat out the door, and it crashed against a row of old, sturdy trees, breaking apart against the ancient wood and tumbling messily into the festering pile of discarded bodies.

The Asian tapped the buttons, and the hurricane inside the railcar instantly quieted. He smiled as the two women fell back and laughed gleefully, closed his eyes and luxuriated in the job well done, the joy that filled his girls at the release, at the correction.

... His girls. Hm.

"Oh wow... What a mess." The Blonde giggled as she looked around, the once luxurious railcar a ruin, furniture smashed and torn, a fine mist of blood and gore sprayed all over everything. The silence was deafening, but The Asian flopped to the floor and laughed with glee, long and loud and real, of freedom and release. He listened to her, felt her joy. She was real, he decided.

He'd make one more correction today.

She giggled as she raised one leg high, wiggling her toes through the shredded blue fabric of her stockings. "I think it sucked out my shoes, too... And my whole uniform." She pouted a bit. "Those are expensive, and they're all serialized..."

They felt a shift in the car, heard a faint tinkle of destruction subtly shifting and resettling.


"Oh... We're starting to slow. We only have ten minutes to clean up..." The Asian said.

The Blonde giggled as she caught The Asian's hand, pulling her up to her feet, tearing away the last shreds of her stockings and garter belt, and tossing them into the wreckage. "Ohhh, don't worry, sweetie..." she purred, slipping behind The Asian and kneading her big breasts hard, feeling taut, firm flesh all the way to her ribs. "Mister can ABSOLUTELY stretch a shower out to ten minutes..."
The train slid to a ssilent stop at the opulent city station, an army of cleaning crew at the ready, scanning the mess smeared down the side of the railcars. The sheer speed made their job easier, most of the time, leaving just the thin film of gore to wash away.

The door to the frontmost luxury car sighed open, and The Gentleman adjusted his tie. He stood still as The Blonde and The Asian jumped when the battered chandelier crashed to the floor behind them.

The sheer speed of the train made the cleaning crew's job easy... most of the time.

"Oh no, he's very big, but she used to make ME do all the anal work... Oh, you make an overworked lady feel tight and new again," The Asian was giggling.

He rubbed the gleaming-clean cheek of The Blonde with his thumb, looking down at her happy face, draped in her transparent yellow dress again. "Ohhh, I was lucky I got loosened up by a couple professors before that beach party... I might've popped like that one girl we had to mince down to hamburger."

They sighed as they stepped down onto the platform, their stewardess shiny and clean, nude but for a pair of gleaming golden heels she'd borrowed from her guests. Perfectly her size, but it came from the little wooden box of mystery, so she didn't think too much of it at all. She bowed low to her guests. "I fear our time together is over, and while I hope the rail line has satisfied all your desires, I fear mine shall forever be unfulfilled, for now we must part ways. I deeply desire to meet you again on some future journey."

The Blonde tittered behind her hand as The Gentleman smiled, then looked over The Asian with judgemental eyes. The stewardess gasped as he caught her wrist in an iron grip.

"Oh, sweetie!" The Blonde purred. "Didn't you check the terms of the ticket? 'The bodies of the Stewardesses are at the complete disposal of the Guests. If a Stewardess cannot be returned to service at the end of the journey..."

She leaned in close, purring in The Asian's ear as The Gentleman pulled her tight against his chest. She held up the box, a golden gleam inside as he pulled out the knife, and slowly, lightly, lovingly trailed the razor edge against her skin. Backwards, so she could feel the sharpness without it taking a bite.

"If a Stewardess cannot be returned to service..." The blond cooed.

"Th... The g-g-Guest is, is en, en-en-encouraged to Dispose of th-th-the stststStewardess in, in, in whatever manner they desire-!" The Asian gasped, quaking in terror as the blade brushed down over her flat tummy. She whimpered faintly as it hovered just above her pussy, her cunt still dripping and painted with The Blonde's lipstick from where they couldn't contain themselves after the lengthy shower.

He hovered the blade there, watching her belly fill and collapse from her terrified hyperventilation. Eyes across the platform looked over, then averted when she let out a terrified wail when he touched the cold flat of the blade against her throbbing, lipstick-smeared brown clit.

She nearly fainted when the razor edge touched her skin, felt it glide across her flesh... and let out a confused little noise when he took it away.

Her belly was intact, her vulva entirely unblemished. The Blonde lightly caressed her spasming cunt, trailing over slick skin without even a hint of stubble. He brought the blade up, showing her her own hair resting on the blade, still mostly intact where it had been trimmed and sculpted and dyed into the rail line's logo, marking her as company property.

He tipped the blade, letting the hair catch and blow away in the wind. The Blonde caught the glint of blinking red as the tiny rice-grain sized chip fell to the platform. There was a glassy crunch and a tiny puff of smoke as she ground it out under her shoe.

"There's nothing left marking you as company property now, miss..." The Blonde purred, before ducking in close. She didn't kiss her lips, instead kissing and sucking at The Asian's throat, nibbling lightly and licking up under her jaw.

The Asian managed just a few confused noises, almost missing the thump of the discarded wooden box hitting the platform. Open and empty, the red velvet had no glow to hide. It was the gleam of gold as The Blonde pulled back, and snapped a wide band of gold around The Asian's neck, giggling as the sturdy gold chain rattled through her fingers.

The Blonde giggled and squealed as she pranced back a step, dancing in a happy little twirl before prancing back to catch The Pet's leash, pulling her in for a firm kiss. "Eeeee, I always wanted my own pet! Oooh, we're going to have SO MUCH SEX, you know...!" Her giggles nearly rose higher than human hearing in her excitement, before The Gentleman's strong hand caught her wrist.

He settled The Blonde and The Pet against his sides, his hands slipped under their arms, hands firmly, lovingly kneading their heavy tits. The Pet's head swam in confusion, but that confident hand posessing her breast slowly muted all the arguments, filling her head with a nice pink haze. "... Lots of sex...?" She asked quietly, hugging his arm.

He smiled down at her and nodded, and hugged her a little more when she curled in against his side.

There was a sharp clack-clack-clack of heels approaching, a stern looking woman with a clipboard striding toward them with intent. "Now, who will be reimburs-"

He rolled his eyes, and let go of The Blonde's breast long enough to discard his knife, a sharp whistle as it flew through the air and sunk handle-deep in the angry woman's throat, the bloody blade bursting through the back of her neck. She dropped her clipboard and fell to her knees in the clatter of loose pearls scattering across the platform, the string of her necklace bisected by the blade. The Gentleman, The Blonde and their new Pet strolled away contentedly as the overworked cleaners sighed, dragged the spasming, choking body of the accountant into the ruined luxury car, stuck a cross of caution tape across the door, and marked it in the system as a writeoff to be shredded.

The Gentleman held The Pet's hands, gently kissing the back of her fingers, and hugged The Blonde tighter. The accountant didn't enter their minds at all as the ruined car was disconnected and fed to the shredder, her ruined throat unable to scream as she was torn apart with the rest of the mangled trash.

>>29468
Ok

I like how the man and the blonde noticed how the Asian was vibing with them and decided to adopt her. It was so wholesome in its wicked way.