Jeanie bucked beneath her father’s dead weight. She let out a keening wail. “Get him off,” she pleaded.
“You did, baby,” Nick said as he rolled another condom onto his hard cock. “I think it killed him.”
He rolled Roger’s lifeless body off of Jeanie and pushed his penis into her sopping cunt. He thrust in and out slowly, watching as Roger’s cum coated the condom. Jeanie winced as Nick started thrusting harder and faster.
“You have such a sweet cunt,” he said as he quickened his pace. “Almost any man would be happy to die in you.”
I searched the bag for the knife Nick had chosen just for Jeanie. Her eyes widened as I pulled it out and handed it to him. He unsheathed it and showed her the the razor sharp blade with the wicked looking hook near the tip on its top edge.
“Please don’t,” she begged. “You can’t.”
He laid the blade on her heaving stomach and sat back on his heels lifting her ass onto his thighs so he could continue to thrust shallowly into her. He lifted the knife again and pressed the tip against her quivering stomach just below her sternum.
“Nick,” she pleaded, her tears running into her hair, “please. Please.”
“I’m glad you’re back, baby,” he said smiling softly. “I’d hate for you to miss this.”
He thrust the knife into her body. She jerked and screamed. Nick drew the blade slowly toward himself. Made for gutting game, the sharp blade cut through her flesh and muscle like a scalpel. He opened her belly from her diaphragm to just below her navel then gave the blade a twist and pulled it out.
She trembled on the verge of unconsciousness as he pulled the edges of the incision open and thrust his hands into her gut. She stared blankly as he pulled out loops of her intestines and showed them to her. Her breathing was shallow as he lifted her into his arms and held her against his body. He began thrusting into her again.
His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he impaled her dying body on his steely cock. She shuddered and began to convulse.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels like she’s cumming.”
I scrambled to his side and slid my fingers into her cunt along side his pulsing cock. The muscles in her vagina clenched and released over and over again. Her body jerked and her warm piss poured over my hand and Nick’s thighs. He hugged her tightly as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. She shuddered and went limp as the life left her eyes. He kissed her dead lips and laid her back on the floor.
I knew that if he could he would have shoved his cock into her throat and cum one last time in her body. Next time it would be someone they couldn’t connect to us and he could do all the things he would have loved to do to Jeanie.
He stood up and took the hand towel I offered him. He wiped the smooth handle of the knife while I rolled Roger and shoved his hands into Jeanie’s belly. Nick put the knife in Roger’s hand and pressed his fingers around it. He arranged Roger’s body so he was half lying over his daughter.
I gathered everything up while Nick wiped as much of Jeanie’s blood off his body as he could before tossing me the hand towel and dressing. He sat down on the arm of the couch and pulled his boots on then stood and took the duffle bag. At the bottom of the stairs I paused and looked back. Nick reached for my hand and we climbed the stairs and left the house.
***
I stood by the passenger side door looking up at the stars in the dark Nebraska sky. They seemed to shine brighter out here away from city lights. Nick opened the trunk and and tossed the duffle bag in with our overnight bags before slamming it closed. He came to stand in front of me instead of going to get into the car.
“Was it good for you?” he asked leaning into me, pressing me against the car.
“Jeanie was my gift to you,” I said, my hands sliding over his chest.
His hands closed around my throat as he kissed me hard. I didn’t try to push him away. This was part of our deal, me knowing that he was going to end me one day, but never knowing when. I did know there were things he wanted from me first. A daughter that would take over for me when I was gone. More women like Jeanie to enjoy together.
And he was never going to find another pain slut like me. He’d never find another women that matched him in his depravity. No one that would ever appreciate and encourage those tendencies.
He pushed my skirt up around my waist and lifted me onto the hood of the car. He pulled my shirt off over my head and unfastened my bra before pushing me back to lie on the cool metal. He tugged at my bra and it slid down my arms.
I waited, knowing what was coming, staring up at the starry sky. His belt was in his hand, one end wrapped around his fist. He raised his arm and brought the buckle down sharply across my breasts. I gasped as the leather bit into my skin, but I didn’t cry out.
The belt cracked against my belly and breasts again and again until we were both breathing hard and tears ran from the corners of my eyes into my dark hair. He dropped the belt onto the hood next to me and I heard the rasp of his zipper. He pulled me roughly toward him and flipped me onto my belly.
He shoved his hard cock into my ass and fucked me furiously. I grunted as each hard thrust drove the breath from my body. I felt him wrap the belt around my throat and loop the end through the buckle. He put one hand in the middle of my back to hold me down as he pulled the belt tight, cutting off my breath. I bucked back against him as he rammed his cock into my rectum.
I pushed up on the hood trying to twist away from him. The belt loosened and I tried to suck air into my lungs. He slammed my face onto the car and pain radiated from the bridge of my nose out across my cheekbones as he tightened the belt again.
My world spun out of control as he pounded his cock into my ass. My lungs screamed for air. Light exploded behind my eyes, then everything faded blissfully into darkness.
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