27. Bianca
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
bianca
I think I hate this life. I mean, I love being who I am but sometimes this shit really fucking sucks. Right now is one of those shitty moments. I can’t even speak. I’ve cried more tears in the last 24 hours than the last decade of my life, and all because I had to let my pussy do the thinking. I feel like such a pathetic stereotype. I lean my head against the window as we take our little road trip. Most girls would take their first road trip with their boyfriend and maybe have a bag of snacks. I have a bag of weapons and a chainsaw.
“We’re here,” Dante announces as we pull down a bumpy dirt road.
Three heavily armored men open a gate to allow us through. We get to the end of the road and pull up to a massive concrete rectangle with no windows and what appears to be only one door. I would hate to know what these people did to end up in a place like this, but I’m not asking any more questions.
“Bianca, I need you to stay quiet, okay? These guys don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground. They won’t know you, and you need to be one of our guys right now, ok? Please.” Dante requests.
I nod.
We get escorted inside and through a maze of cages before reaching an area that looked like a primitive interrogation room. Strapped to the legs of a metal table were two men. Both of them looked similar enough to Gio and Dante but dirtier and ragged.
I pull out a kit with a razor and some soap. The men are both beaten pretty heavily already and knocked clean out. I start to work on them, cutting their hair and shaving their faces to match the guys. After a few minutes of manscaping, they started to really look eerily similar.
“My work is done,” I say, putting the kit back in my bag.
“So who does the honors?” Gio asks, pointing around the room.
“Spencer, leave us. Thank you. You’ve done great work, and I will be sure to let Mr. Morretti know what you’ve done for us,” Dante says to the scraggly blonde man who walked us in.
“I’ve got it,” I say, approaching the Gio impersonator.
I bend down and put his head in my arm, locking it in with the other arm. I lift up hard and shift to the side, feeling the bones in his neck snap against my body.
I drop the man’s limp body to the floor and move over to the other man. I do the same thing, breaking his neck quickly. These men might be cancer to the world but they don’t deserve to suffer more than I’m sure they already have in this suffer dungeon.
“Damn,” Gio mutters.
“Can you hand me the chainsaw?” I ask him.
He hands it to me, and I pull a few times to get it started. I rev it up and start to go at Gio #2’s neck, making a cleanish slice. Then, I do the same with Dante #2.
Dante tugs at his pants, and I feel a pit form in my stomach as I remember we can’t continue to see each other, and it hurts me more than anything. He’s the only one that understands how killing a man can make you unbelievably horny. He knows how fucked up we all are and he understands… me.
“Fuck it,” I say as I stand, covered in blood from my hack job. I drop the chainsaw to the ground with little care.
“What?” Dante asks.
I walk over to him and slam my body against his. The blood now covering him from my clothes against his. I kiss him hard, feeling the wet smudge of blood on our faces. I couldn’t help myself. I had to have him right now, covered in the blood of their would-be impersonators. I didn’t even care that Gio was in here with us. I mean, fuck he wants Dante as bad as I do, I’m sure of it.
I rip off my tank top, the top of my breasts already crimson and dripping. He grabs my breasts with both hands, squeezing at them. My nipples are painfully hard under my bra. I reach back and unfasten my bra so they can be free. He kisses down my bloody chest, stopping to wrap his lips around my nipple, sucking hard as he massages them with his hands. For a second I was so consumed by how good it felt, I forgot Gio was even here. I look up and see Gio rubbing his hand over his pants, clearly as horny and engorged as we are.
“Just get down here, asshole,” I command to him.
He doesn’t say anything but drops down to his knees. He and Dante are both on either side of me. I grab the back of Gio’s head and pull it into mine, jamming my tongue down his throat. I kiss him hard, then Dante. Then they turn to each other and kiss so fucking passionately, I can’t help but get a little jealous.
They kiss so easily and naturally that it feels normal for them and…
“Oh my god,” I laugh, and they both stop to look at me.
“You two have done this before?” I giggle harder. “Oh fuck. This was because I told you he was in love with you. Oh! That’s what you thought I meant when I said I knew something happened!” I laugh so hard I nearly fall over.
I wasn’t even mad. I was just so shocked they moved on each other so quickly and all it took was an observational opinion to point them in the right direction.
“Bianca I…” Dante starts to try and explain.
“No, literally, it’s fine! I was just making an observation. I wasn’t shaming you, I swear. Boys, the rules are so far out the window right now. I don’t care.” I reassure them both, putting a hand on the back of each of their heads.
I push them together so they continue kissing, and I start to unzip their pants.
They shift so I can pull their pants down, and they help. I take mine off, too.
I lay down in a puddle of blood, inches from dismembered corpses and my pussy is completely drenched. Dante shimmies so his cock is in my face and I lean up onto my elbows so I can get it in my mouth. Gio stands and approaches Dante so his…
I release Dante’s cock from my mouth with a pop. “Holy fucking shit!”
I might have liked Gio more if I had known he had a fucking monster cock in his pants. I look at it, jaw dropped, then back at Dante.
“Trust me, I know,” Dante says, trying not to laugh.
“Shut that pretty fucking mouth or I’ll shut it for you,” Gio says, stroking his cock in Dante’s face.
I return Dante’s dick to my mouth and watch as he struggles to get his mouth open enough to take Gio’s. Watching him suck a big fat cock was a picture worthy of an orgasm on it’s own. I have a feeling that the orgasms in this bloody concrete graveyard are going to be plentiful, and for a few hours, nothing else matters.