Lorette
“ Oh Mistress..., yes..., yes ma’am...I respect you!”
Just standing there holding one end of the leash, sexy dark-haired Lorette rotated her head back and stared at her client, some guy who paid her for an hour’s worth of humiliation. He went on and on, kissing her beautiful naked ass, doing it for most of the session, really loving her butt! Finally, Lorette pulled up her black leather panties and said, “ Ok..., all right..., time’s up...time for you to go.”
Getting the message, the man got to his feet, got dressed, and then left the apartment, going down to his car and driving away.
All alone again, Lorette fired up a cigarette and simply ventured to a full length mirror in her livingroom. Staring into it, she saw the exquisite image of a dominatrix looking back at her. The domiantrix had her dark mane raised to the top of her head with a few pins. Gazing at herself for a few more seconds, Lorette took note of the skimpy two piece black leather outfit together with the thigh high black leather stiletto boots.
“ Cool”, remarked Lorette to herself as she took another puff, saying further, Another two hundred bucks..., yea!”
Content with the image, the foxy brunette went back to the suite’s bedroom and returned into her regular clothes which were jeans and a black T-shirt. Afterward, she returned to the livingroom wearing nothing on her feet except her sox.
Having no more clients for the day, Lorette wished to relax in front of the TV and watch the evening news. As a result, she went into the kitchen, quickly made a cup of coffee, and came back to the livingroom, flopping herself down on the sofa. The remote in her other hand now, Lorette turned on the television and took in the day’s events.
About ten minutes into the program, Lorette, smoking a fresh cigarette, the coffee all consumed by now, turned her head and looked toward the livingroom’s main door. A frown on her face, the attractive woman said, “ Fuck..., not again..., not again...those assholes are making noise again...bastards...I told ‘em I like peace and quiet!”
From the other side of the building’s hall, a bunch of loud music came forth and struck her door, coming from the opposite suite, someone playing a stereo too loud. It went on and on, the music played and played, sometimes even getting louder.
“ Damn this shit...I hate them two...why don’t they fucken move!”
Pissed off and frustrated, hot looking Lorette raised her perfect money making ass from the couch, killed her Marlboro, went into the bedroom, put on a pair of slippers, and strolled back to the livingroom, going directly up to her apartment’s main door. After opening it, she made few steps across the hall to the other suite’s entrance and rudely pounded on the door, yelling, “ Hey..., I ask you before to turn all that shit down...I can’t even hear myself fucken think!”
No answer. So again she struck the door, again yelling, “ Turn that shit down!”
This time the door opened and Lorette stared straight into the blue eyes of some fat ugly blond.
“ I thought I told you to keep your stereo down.”
After the blond measured the brunette off, she replied, “ Yea, so..., you don’t own this building, get outta my face, bitch!”
“ I’m gonna call the cops!”
“ Go ahead...”, answered the ugly lady as her husband in the back turned down the stereo for a second and yelled, “ Yea..., let her call the cops....we’ll tell ‘em what she does for a living.., right?”
“ That’s right..., we know what you are, bitch, a fucken whore...selling your ass, the whole building knows it!”
“ Yea..., but I don’t make all kinds of fucken noise...so please keep your stereo turned down.”
“ Fuckyou, bitch!”, yelled the woman’s husband.
“ That’s right...”, added the ugly one, “...fuck you; you pound on this door again and I’ll pound on your head, understand? Bitch!”
With that, the fat lady slammed the door shut. It didn’t take five seconds and the stereo was turned up again, louder than before. Outraged, Lorette nevertheless turned around and marched back to her suite.
Alone in her livingroom, Lorette lit up a fresh cigarette and said to herself, “ Man I hate it here..., HATE IT, HATE IT...HATE IT!!!!” Shaking her head, she complained some more, “ Eversince those two moved in, this place went down...all the way down...down to the pits..., what’s their names anyway, Rob and Sarah..., yea that’s it...I remember seeing it on the mail box downstairs.”
Not knowing what to do, Lorette simply turned off her TV and parked her gorgeous ass to the sofa, lowered her head, and then held it in her hands, staring down at the floor. As the loud music blared away from across the hall, she tried to lose herself in thought, but it was impossible, the noise was too loud. Suddenly, she had a revelation, an idea, something she knew could get her in trouble, but she nevertheless got up and ventured into the bathroom, removing something she had in the medicine chest. Her mind already twisted with hate, she opened the thing and removed a small bottle of pills, stuff that put people to sleep for an hour or so, something she used on herself every once in a while when she suffered insomnia. Taking the pills, she went back to the livingroom and walked over to a wooden drawer built into the wall. There, Lorette produced a Luger pistol, four sets of hand cuffs she used routinely in her ‘femdom sessions’, and a black leather whip. A smile on her lips, Lorette put the stuff on the livingroom’s table and finally went into the kitchen.
As fast as she could, the sexy lady dissolved a few pills into two different drinking glasses filled with water. Back in the livingroom, she placed the glasses to the table taking up the gun afterward. All set now, crazed Lorette went over to her apartment door and opened it, stepping out into the hall, again going up to the other apartment where Rob and Sarah lived.
Using the weapon’s grip, she banged away at the wooden panel, yelling, “ OPEN THIS FUCKEN DOOR, NOW!!!!”
Sure enough, it opened and once again Lorette stared into ugly Sarah’s face. As soon as the blond saw the gun aimed at her face, she stuttered, “ Ok..., ok..., just take it easy!”
“ Don’t tell me what to do..., you fat bitch..., just turn off that fucken noise and follow me to my place...that goes for that jerk overthere as well! BOTH OF YOU..., MOVE IT!”
Rob saw and heard everything from the livingroom where he stood, causing him to comply. Quickly, the dominatrix escorted the married couple into her livingroom, closing the door behind her.
Once all three of them were in Lorette’s suite, the brunette said, “ Ok you two..., see these glasses full of water..., I want each of you to take one and drink it all down.”
“ What’s in it?”, asked Sarah.
“ Just do it.”, replied Lorette, keeping the gun aimed at them.
Having no choice, Rob and Sarah did as ordered, taking up the two glasses and consuming the contents. It didn’t take long and Sarah remarked, “ I feel feint.”
“ Just sit down and relax.”, replied Lorette in a sarcastic tone, watching the two individuals take a seat on her couch. After a minute’s time, both people were fast asleep.
“ Ha, ha..., what jerks..., look at ‘em...and no one else on this whole fucken floor is home now...no one knows they’re here in my place..., great!”
Wasting no time, Lorette quickly pulled and rolled both individuals to the floor, stripping them of their clothes afterward, tossing the stuff to the side. When they were all naked, Lorette rolled them to their sides and pushed them together face to face as well, Sarah’s head touching Rob’s head, Sarah’s feet touching Rob’s feet. Next, Lorette pulled their hands straight over their heads and grabbed two of the shackle sets, securing their writs together. Finally, she did the same with their ankles, binding them together with some rope as well, making sure that their ankles and wrists were as tight as possible, ensuring the impossibility of escape.
Lorette went to her bedroom and took off all her clothes, going into her dominatrix attire again, the same one she used only an hour ago. All dressed up in her two piece black outfit and the awesome black boots, Lorette went to the livingroom, let up a fresh cigarette, and took up the whip. With the whip in her hand and the cigarette between her lips, the vengeful lady just stood there and stood there, looking down at them, waiting for the short lasting pills to wear off.
When fifty five minutes went by, Lorette lightly kicked Rob with her left boot, saying, “ Ok..., assholes, wake up, wake up!”
“ Ah..., um...what...where....?”, mumbled the two people as they slowly moved back to awareness. Finally, when they where wide awake again, they realized their predicament, causing each to yell, “ Let us go..., release us now!”
“ Fuckyou, bitch!”, said Lorette, kicking the fat blond in the ass, saying further, “ Man...what a big butt....there’s no way you could make any money off of that ugly ass!”
“ Please untie us!”, begged Rob.
“ Why?”
“ Because...we wanna go free.”
“ And do what....turn that fucken stereo of yours up again..., no way, asshole, you’re mine now..., ha, ha!”
“ What do you want form us?”, asked Sarah.
“ Start fucking!”, demanded Lorette.
“ What?”, asked Rob, surprise and indignation in his voice.
“ You heard, fuck your ugly wife, get hard and stick it in...you’re in the right position, correct?”
“ C’mon...untie us.”
CRACK! Her whip came down, straight across his back, leaving a long red line over his skin.
“ Please, let us go!”, whimpered Sarah, “...please...!”
CRACK! Again the whip came down, followed by Lorette’s voice, “ I said fuck..., let’s go..., screw her!”
“ Please, c’mon...”
Lorette yelled, “ FUCK HER...FUCK HER...LET’S GO...FUCK HER!!!!!”
As she screamed, she whipped them over and over. After the black leather thing came down six times, blood appeared, their skin cut open, the whip doing its thing!
“ Ok...ok...!”, said Rob, trying to work up an erection with no response.
“ You ain’t fucking her...all you’re doing is moving back and forth...you think I’m fucken stupid or something..., NOW FUCK HER THE RIGHT WAY!”
“ I can’t...I can’t...!”
“ What’s wrong...”, mocked Lorette, “...is she too ugly for you? Then perhaps I can help.”
The dominatrix strolled over to their touching heads, turned around, and then lowered her black leather panties to her thighs, exposing her perfect ASS!. Slowly, the brunette squatted and finally parked her beautiful posterior on top of them, her left butt cheek on Sarah’s head, and the right half on Rob’s head.
“ There you go, Rob, how’s that..., I mean...., I’m sure you like my ass, you gotta. I bet it’s been years since you’ve seen anything this good..., right, ha, ha!”
“ Get off of me!”, cried Sarah.
“ Fuck you..., bitch...go to hell!”, answered Lorette, looking down at the area between their genitals.
“ You ain’t getting hard...what’s wrong with you...”, said Lorette, “...what’s your damn problem?”
“ I just can’t...I’m too nervous.”
“ Fuckyou, asshole..., you’re insulting me! Are you saying I ain’t good enough.”
A diabolical expression on her face, Lorette stood straight, pulled up her panties, and then went at it with the whip again, over and over, like mad!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The whip snapped away, going on and on for over ten minutes, tearing their flesh into mangled shreds that eventually hung away from their backs like wet tissue!
Finally, as exhaustion overcame her, Lorette dropped the whip and walked over to the other side of the room where she lit up a fresh cigarette and turned around, staring away at the two unfortunate ones for a while. When she walked back over to her victims, Lorette squatted and then moved the cigarette’s hot end to their exposed flesh, moving it closer and closer until the burning ash made contact. Again, she heard their cries for mercy, “ AHHHHH..., please, please...let us go, please!”
“ You fools..., you damn jerks....you make me sick..., real sick..., so now it’s time for the end!”
“ End?, asked Rob in fear, “ W...what are you talking about?”
The dominatrix stood straight again and strolled into the kitchen, returning with a long fish knife.
“ What are you doing..., what are you gonna do?”, cried Sarah.
“ What the fuck does it look like, jerks...you’re dead...both of you..., ha, ha!”
Lorette squatted before their heads and lowered the knife, cutting each of their throats as blood sprayed forth, some of it going over Lorette’s face and chest. Despite the mess, Lorette smiled, saying to herself, “ I’m never gonna have to take their shit again..., never, ha, ha...they ain’t gonna tell me off ever again...ha ha!”
When they were both dead, Lorette untied them and got a few plastic bags from the kitchen together with a butcher knife. As fast as she could, the brunette hacked their bodies into a number of pieces, putting the detached parts into the bags. All done, she stuffed their clothes into the same plastic bags and finally tied them shut. It took her an hour or so to clean up the livingroom, but in the end, she had everything in order. After cleaning off her leather outfit and taking a shower, Lorette went back into her regular clothes and waited till nightfall. Under the cover of darkness, she disposed of the plastic bags, driving around town, dropping the evidence into various dumpsters here and there.
Back in her suite again, the evil bitch put her pajamas on and went to sleep, not bothered in the least by what she just did.
The End