Laura pressed the warm gun into her cleavage, the harsh metal contrasting so excitingly between the soft bumps of her eighteen-year-old breasts. Occasionally, as her mum drove home, she'd take aim at passers-by, casually fantasising about gunning them down in a perfect drive-by shooting.
Emily smiled at her daughter from behind her sunglasses, calling out target scores, "Two five-pointers at eleven o'clock." Laura levels her pistol at the two pretty teenage girls; a couple of years younger than herself, walking arm-in-arm down the sunny street. "Bang, Bang" she calls out. "Ten pointer at two o'clock" Emily calls. Laura leans over her mum's chest to aim at a pregnant woman climbing slowly out of a car.
"No darling", Emily corrects, "you should give me the gun and take the wheel, you can't aim across my arms when I'm driving, I could jog you and spoil your aim".
Emily pulled up outside the Graham's house.
"Why have we stopped here, mum? Are you just going to tell Cheryl that we've just wasted Graham?"
"Well actually I was going to tell her YOU just wasted her husband." Emily poked her daughter playfully in the ribs. "And then see how SHE was going to repay us."
Cheryl (34), (now ex-) wife of Graham (until recently, 37), and mother of Ellis, was your fairly typical bi-sexual submissive suburban housewife.
Of course, you'd only notice the suburban housewife bit from the outside — a drone mummy slaving to her bullying husband and spoilt only-child. Prim, neat, respectable and ... well, dull. Unless, of course, you'd seen her as Emily had; pissed out of her brain, strutting her stuff topless to Abba's Dancing Queen down at the local gay nightclub. It had been a bit of an eye opener for Emily ... though mainly because you only usually expect to see your neighbour down at, say, a PTA meeting.
They had slept together, of course, it was too easy not to. But the relationship never really flowered. Getting passed Cheryl's dull exterior, and the kinky sex, you found someone with an even duller interior. Which was an important lesson for Emily at the time: being a pervert doesn't necessarily make you interesting.
So it was just another modestly pretty woman, slowly losing her looks despite careful dieting and infrequent visits to the gym, who answered the door with lipstick sweet smiles and pleasant manners.
"Oh hello Emily, Laura, how are you, have you come for Ellis, only she's not here at the moment. Actually, I don't know where she is. I thought she was round at your place but ..." <SMACK!>
If there was an Olympic gold for mindless chatter, Cheryl would be a contender. Laura wasn't sure if that was the reason why her mum smacked Cheryl in the middle of the forehead with the butt of her gun ... or whether that was just something Emily had always wanted to do. Either way, it brought a big smile to Laura's face as Cheryl fell crashing backward into her hall — stunned, for once, into silence.
Laura followed her mum in, shutting the door. Together, they grabbed Cheryl under her arms, and half carried, half dragged her into the kitchen. Though not a big woman - 5' 6", 140 pounds - she was awkward to move while floundering. Emily pushed her down on to a wooden chair.
"Ouch, Fuck ... Jesus ... Shit, you hit me ... YOU hit me, why ... Why did you hit me ... mnum mmumnrrr"
The quick application of a gag was a minor blessing, and Emily was impressed at her daughter's quick thinking ... and then mega-impressed and rather turned on when she realised that her daughter's impromptu gag was actually Laura's knickers, which she'd taken off when Laura had pissed her panties in excitement at murdering Cheryl's husband.
Emily wondered for a moment if being gagged with her husband's murder's piss wet panties constituted irony, but found herself too excited to work it out, and merely cooed, "Beautiful gag, darling".
Of course, it was wasted on Cheryl, who failed to notice the smell and taste of urine. She was too busy having a rather nasty headache, and a slight difficulty with the whole reality thing. When they talked about it later, both Emily and Laura thought this was rather fetching.
It was nice to see Cheryl's neat shoulder length auburn hair looking not so neat. It was a bit of turn-on to see her large green eyes become moist with fear, hurt and confusion. And her small thin lipped-mouth definitely benefited from having a soiled pair of black high-thigh cotton panties sticking out of it.
The trouble with being the victim of violence, is that you're usually two steps behind your assailant, trying to figure out what just happened, and barely noticing what is happening. So as Cheryl was trying to think real hard about whether her door-side welcoming technique had some failing that it would warrant a sharp blow to the head ... and even harder to try and remember whether she had slept with Anthony, Emily's husband. (She was sure she hadn't, but things were all a bit fuzzy.)
She didn't really take in the speed and dexterity with which two pairs of hands can undress someone. And when the chill of air on her chest suddenly alerted her that her blouse had just been pulled off, her ill co-ordinated effort at self-defence brought the usual response. A sharp slap across the face and wrists being forced sharply behind her back. Only this time it was her neighbour and neighbour's daughter, not her own husband doing the beating.
Emily stepped over Cheryl's legs and plonked herself down on Cheryl's lap. Cheryl looked straight into Emily's small firm chest, and turned her head to avoid it. Emily deliberately leaned forward in intimidation.
"So Cheryl darling, are we all comfy ... I do hope not. Because we've come to tell you some news, and we want to have your complete attention ... you are paying attention, aren't you Cheryl?" Emily grabbed a fistful of auburn hair and yanked Cheryl's head back. The glint of panic in Cheryl's eyes was most gratifying.
"If you go down to the woods today" Emily sang, "you'll be sure of a big surprise."
"Oh mummy, just tell the bitch."
Emily scoffed at her daughter's lack of appreciation of the macabre.
"You see, we ran into Graham in the woods today. Well, ran isn't quite right, more ambushed. Anyhow, you know how I've always felt your hubby is ... oh what's the right phrase... a complete shit... a repellent reptile ... a fat balding bastard ... well I don't have to tell you what sort of bloke Graham is, or rather was ..."
Laura rolled her eyes, her mum could be so camp sometimes.
"You see ... Laura shot him, didn't you darling, shot him quite dead ... or at least he was after my sweet little girl emptied the magazine of her gun into his nasty fat chubby face. ..."
"Oh dear darling, I've suddenly thought, we didn't bring anything with us to prove that he's dead! Oh dear, next time we must chop off the his willy or his head or something. But you can show her your gun, can't you darling, show her how you blew his brains out."
Laura stepped forward, affecting all the gracelessness of a bored teenager, and slipped her gun out of her mini-backpack, placing the barrel against the wound on Cheryl's forehead that Emily had made earlier. Cheryl winced in fear and pain.
"Now Cheryl, we've done you a favour. We've given you or Ellis the chance of a new life. A life without Graham, but with all his insurance money and the house paid off. Isn't that nice of us? And all we want in return, is someone to have a nasty play with. Now, that someone can be you - in which case Ellis becomes a dear sweet rich orphan ... or it can be her, in which case you can sell your story to the tabloids and become an even richer bitch ... so, who gets the jackpot, and who gets the boo-boo prize."
Cheryl just stared blankly at Emily.
"OK darling, tough choice, I know. So we'll just go on a working assumption that a mummy would die for her baby, and we'll play some nasty games with you ... but you will remember to mention if you change your mind."
"Can't I just blow her away now, mum ... or are you going to get off some more with twatting about on these psycho-games."
"Laura darling, I love you dearly, but sometimes you can be such an arsehole. There is artistry and beauty in what we do, and sometimes it's good just to off someone, like flicking a switch; but sometimes it's better to linger, to enjoy it, to savour it ... you can only take a life once, so make it a precious thing, a thing to remember. This is just the starter. But I can see you're impatient for the main course, so go to the car and get the stake while I get the bitch ready."
When Laura got back, Cheryl was up on to the kitchen table, naked. Her body gleamed that special pale dull whiteness that goes with reddish hair. With her arms and legs tied tight to the table legs, her pubic and hip bones standing high and proud.
Her body domed slightly over her belly, before slipping down to her waist, then up over her well defined ribs. Wobbling a little on her rib cage where two B cup breasts, falling a little into her armpits, which was unshaved for a good few weeks, and thick with dark stubble.
Her pubic bone was made more prominent by the tangled shock of rich dark curly hair, cut abruptly short at the bikini line to force it unnaturally into a vee. With her legs pulled wide open, you could see how her pubes entwined around what would otherwise be quite prominent labia - which had parted slightly with the moisture of fear, to hint at a deep crimson pussy slit.
You knew, if you pressed your nose into that hairy slit, you'd find Cheryl a deep sweet musty smelling woman. Finally, the black strands, thinning to a modest fluff, trailed around the vulnerable puckered brown rose of Cheryl's anus.
Taking all this in, Laura jumped when her mum popped up suddenly from rummaging in the fridge, pulling out the butter, lard, and a two kilo tub of low fat diet spread.
"Argh good, rub this lot along about the first metre of the stake, then we'll see how we're going." Emily disappeared up stairs, leaving Laura to mess up her fair hands with all this fatty grunge, smearing it thickly over the dry wood. Actually, it was a broom handle, with the broom removed and one end sharpened to quite an evil looking point.
Emily came back with a tube of KY jelly and a tub of Vaseline. "You don't mind me borrowing these Cheryl ... course you don't"
"Mum, this is a disgusting job" Laura moaned, the fats oozing between her delicate little teenage fingers.
"Well you can come and do this job if you prefer." As Emily put a big glob of jelly onto her middle and index finger, and then firmly shoved them up Cheryl's arse, and whipped them out again; much to Cheryl's gagged moan of discomfort. Emily put another big glob on, and repeated the process, twisting her fingers round and fucking them in and out a couple of times before pulling them out for another reload.
"You know" Emily said to no one in particular, continuing to grease-up a full finger length into Cheryl's bottom, "I read about this in one of my historical novels. People stay history is boring, but you just have to read the right history. I got this idea from Russia. Ivan the Terrible did this to someone he knew ... a member of his family I think, or maybe an ex-trusted adviser ... well, whatever, the point is, it's lovely and slow, and I think very beautiful ..."
"You see Cheryl, what we are going to do is gently, lovingly, push this stake up you bottom, through your body, till it comes out of your mouth. Of course, you'll probably be dead before then, which is a shame, as you'll miss the best bit. But that that's often the way with being murdered ... like your Graham couldn't really appreciate the beauty of the way my Laura blew his head off, repeatedly."
Emily took hold of the stake with her daughter. "Come on dear, we'll have to do this together ... now carefully ... just rest the tip just there ... Can you feel that Cheryl, can you feel the tip just 'kissing' your arsehole?"
Cheryl didn't hear the question, what with her screaming through her nose and gag. Expelling a squeal a bit like a panicked pig at the top of her lungs. With all her strength, she pulled against her bindings ... and with one great push of her thighs to close her legs, got nowhere. And then she felt the firm push of a sharpened broom handle starting to fill her arse.
A moment of terror flashed through her. Still screaming, she could almost visualise the soft lining of her rectum being pieced by a sharp slither of wood. She felt herself suddenly wet, as rivulets of cold sweat ran down her forehead and ribs. She didn't realise that she'd pissed herself as well. Though Emily and Laura watched, smiling, the slow trickle of urine leak slowly from between her dark hairy pussy lips, pissing on the stake, before making a little yellow puddle between her open thighs.
Then Cheryl realised, through the fog of her racing heart and panting chest, that actually ... the feeling was not too bad. A bit big, and harder than the hardest thing she'd ever had up her arse. But she imagined that if she could go with it, if she accepted it, treated it as just another buttfuck; then perhaps she could deal with. Perhaps the torturing bitches would have their fun and stop before really hurting her. Perhaps ... (Cheryl's mind began to lose its marginal grip on a reality too horrible to keep much hold of.)
"Oh mummy, God your right, this is beautiful ... the way this big pole is just sticking out of her bottom is such a turn on!" Laura went to the end of the broom handle, took hold of it, and guided it up her skirt, to rub her bare-naked pussy underneath.
"Come on, darling, help mummy push this thing in." Together, Emily and Laura pushed the stake up a second inch, twisting it a quarter turn with each push. Cheryl accepted it. Emily and Laura pushed and twisted a third inch ... a fourth ... a fifth ... a sixth. Cheryl was straining now, realising that the girls might not be going to stop, realising that soon the lower part of her colon would be full of hard wood. Seven inches, and Emily and Laura were beginning to finding it harder to insert the pole.
Laura swung her end of the pole around to try and widen Cheryl's arse, causing agonised muffled screams, and some helpful dilation of Cheryl's arsehole. Putting their muscles and weight into it, Emily and Laura shoved it up an eight, ninth and tenth inch.
Cheryl begged unintelligibly through the gag for the girls to stop, rocking her head so violently she nearly knocked herself out banging it against the kitchen table.
Something gave, and the next couple of inches were easier. After a minute a thin trickle of blood oozed from Cheryl's bottom, dripping small crimson drops into the piss puddle between her arse cheeks. Finally, the broom handle got stuck about fourteen inches up inside Cheryl's arse. The girls rested for a second, a bit puffed, a bit surprised at the effort involved in pushing a sharp pole up through someone's body actually required.
"So did that history book mention you needed some big bloke to do the hard bit" Laura moaned.
"Nope," confessed Emily, "but we do know a nice big bloke."
While Emily her phone, Laura clambered up onto the kitchen table, and settled herself down over Cheryl's hips, moving her knickerless groin to find the peak of Cheryl's pubic bone, so that she could scrape her own bald pussy into it. Rubbing the rough pubic hairs into the sensitive folds of her pussy lips drove Laura into small jerking spasms of delight. She took off her navy school uniform sweatshirt, undid her lacy white bra, and bent down to lay her small pert breasts on top of Cheryl's round titties.
"I have my gun here" Laura cooed, "if you like ..." she ground her hips harder into Cheryl's groin, "I can pop next door, put the gun to your Ellis' head and blow her fucking brains out". Laura pushed the barrel of the gun up under Cheryl's chin. "If you'd like that, I'd let you go ... all you have to do is nod, and I'll let you go, and go and shoot your sweet little girl dead."
The light through the doorway suddenly dimmed. Robert was standing, shoulders as broad as a bus, 6' 2" tall, 210 pounds, blocking out half the afternoon sun.
"Hi Uncle Robert" Laura sat up, topless, her hips still riding her pussy into the naked woman's groin below her, though modestly covered by her short school skirt. Robert tried to drink in the sight of his niece riding a bound and gagged woman - who he vaguely recognised as one of Emily's neighbours. A focusing act not helped by Laura's happy babble about how mummy had given her a gun for her birthday and how they'd gone off into the woods and she'd shot this woman's husband and then shared the kill of a couple of bum-boys, though Emily had thought one of them was a girl.
"Hello darling" Emily cooed, draping her arms round his neck, and pulling his head down on to her lips, dragging his eyes off the broom handle he'd noticed stuffed up Cheryl's bloody arse.
If mum and daughter were inseparably close, like identical twins, only more so; then Robert had a more "normal" relationship with Emily - pet poodle. He'd do anything for Emily, play any nasty game she wished ... but even so, sadistically murdering people with Laura was a whole new league.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow" He finally exclaimed after Emily had removed her tongue from his mouth. "Fuck, you girls are just so ... " he struggled to pinpoint a word that carried his sense of awe, depravity, and hornyness ... a gave up. "You girls are JUST SO. Phew, and I thought my birthday present for Laura was nasty!"
"Ohhhh, what is it, can I have it now, come on Rob, give it to me" bounced Laura.
"The appointment's at four, sweetie, so we'll have to finish up here first." Robert pushed passed the girls, and stood next to Cheryl's naked body, inspecting it. He ran his hand up along her thigh, combed his fingers through the tuft of her pubic hair, dipping down to dip his finger into the piss-blood puddle. He tasted his finger, and "mmmmmmmm", before repeating it and offering his finger to first Emily, and then Laura.
"I think that makes us sort of blood brothers, or sisters, or whatever." he observed.
"We need you to work the stake up through her body, it was getting a bit hard for us." Emily instructed.
"I see ... and you two will...?"
Robert took off his shirt. Emily felt like a little sparrow next to his beefy shoulders and well defined muscular arms. It was a nice feeling, and she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, lay her head on his back, and whispered, "hurt her, won't you, hurt her a lot."
Robert yanked the broom handle out a little, and heaved it back up Cheryl's bottom. Her arse cheeks seemed to be sucked in as the pole slid a full further six inches, bursting out of her colon and spiking it's way thorough her abdomen.
"OH WONDERFUL" Emily cried and at the same moment, Laura blurted "ohh, I could feel that!" and lay down along Cheryl's body, so she could feel Robert drilling the stake up through Cheryl's body.
Emily went round to Cheryl's head, and looked into her suffering eyes. It was obvious that Cheryl was beginning to fade, beginning to leak strength out through the wound in her bottom. Emily kissed her forehead, tenderly, to mark respect for the start of a person's death. She removed Laura's gag.
Laura, head resting on Cheryl chest, watched her mum intently. Emily put her daughter's soiled panties over her nose and breathed in deeply, before slipping them into her pocket. Emily bent down over Cheryl's softly panting mouth. Robert heaved the sharpen broom handle a few more inches up into Cheryl's lower chest cavity. Cheryl cried in agony, a cry muffled by Emily's mouth covering Cheryl's, and Emily's tongue being inserted to taste and tickle Cheryl's.
To Emily's surprise, Cheryl kissed back. Weakly ... feebly even, but definitely a kiss, and in that moment Cheryl - whatever her past actions and choices - Cheryl won Emily's respect.
"I'm sorry dear, we forgot to ask" Emily spoke quietly, "did you want us to kill Ellis instead and save yourself?"
Cheryl managed a weak smile, "I wouldn't ... have missed this ... for the world. ... And besides, I ... know ... you're going to get my baby anyhow."
The two women smiled at each other, bounded by a common understanding of the intense rush of death, all fear now gone. Both sharing a knowledge that Cheryl's death would be beautiful, and when little Ellis would be shown Cheryl's dead tortured body, and then slain beside her mum, that would be beautiful too.
"hurt me" Cheryl whispered.
Robert heaved on the stake another couple of inches. Laura opened her mouth as wide as possible to try and swallow one of Cheryl's titties - her teeth trying to dig into the base of the tit, and bit the whole breast in her mouth. Emily rummaged in a couple of kitchen draws and pulled out a large stainless steal black handled carving knife. She stood next to her daughter, and told her to hold Cheryl's full tit firmly in hand. Cheryl moaned as her tit was roughly pinched, and then yelled as Emily started to slice through the base of the breast.
Laura shivered into orgasm, grinding her pussy into Cheryl's groin, riding on top of the dying woman's body, as the wound left from the severed breast boiled with blood.
Cheryl's screams, echoing round the kitchen, served to pump more blood from the breast hole. Fingers of crimson snaked in all directions - down between her ribs, into her armpit, into and around her neck, down into her tummy. Laura lay back down over Cheryl's body, dipping her own pert pale dangling breast into the bright red inky hole left my her mother's amateur surgery.
Emily herself watched her daughter cum as she idly licked the bloody stump of the severed tit. She mangled it slowly in her hand, a little surprised at how heavy the dead breast meat felt, watching the bloody fatty tissue swell as she squeezed the otherwise limp tit.
Then suddenly noticing how loud Cheryl's screams of agony were, she stuffed the severed tit, nipple first, into Cheryl's gapping mouth. Cheryl's eyes widened in horror as she realised that she was sucking her own severed breast.
Emily's mouth, chin and tip of her nose, smeared with blood, broke into a wide grin at the sight of an unnatural bulge growing in Cheryl's throat.
Robert, heroically resisting the intense desire the fuck all three girls, least he spoil his own birthday present for Laura, had been continuing the hard and sweaty task of driving the sharpened broom-handle stake up through Cheryl's bleeding body. The puddle of blood that had dripped out of her pole-stuffed arsed was now a lake, covering all the kitchen table between her legs, and dripping down over the edges on to the floor.
Focused intently on the muscular job, he failed to notice what Emily, and then Laura both saw. A lump grew in the base of Cheryl's neck, till the boil was lanced with the bloody tip of the stake bursting out of Cheryl's neck.
Craning her neck forward with all her might, Cheryl was able to glimpse the blood-dripping tip, growing larger, nearer, with each jerky shove from Robert. Till the stake was sticking out a good six inches from Cheryl's neck, its tip just above her chin.
Laura reached up, still grinding her pussy into Cheryl's pubic mound, and slowly licked the blood from the stake, inch by inch, top and sides. Cheryl coughed, went into spasm, and vomited blood into Laura's open mouthed, tongue protruding, fourteen year-old-face.
Laura started to cum again, her young body twitching with the intense hard pleasure of a slow deep orgasm. "Ohhh fuck mummy ... this is soooo good ... I never want it to stop ... oh ... God ... yes". Emily stepped forward and folded the bloody head of her pretty blonde daughter into her chest, and Laura rode her pussy hard into Cheryl, cuming again and again. Unaware that Cheryl was dead.
For a long silent moment, mother and daughter cuddled over the dead tortured body. Robert, muttering about his four o'clock present and the need to get a move on had slipped off to fetch Ellis.
Emily pulled Laura's face up to hers, and with bloody lips, they kissed and kissed and kissed. Watched only by Cheryl's unseeing dead eyes, as she lay with a stake up her arse, sticking out of her neck, impaled.