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CHAPTER EIGHT
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I secure Benton to an iron chair in Miko’s barn. Tyson observes, looking over my utensils with admiration.
Ben stirs on the chair and excitement courses through me, “I’m so pleased that I didn’t kill you already! Wouldn’t want you to miss all of the fun!”
He moans, spikes penetrating his body with every breath. “Cass? My Sunshine, what’s happening?”
“Oh, Ben. I’m not your sunshine. I’m about to be your darkest day.
” I can’t hide the malice I feel. “The hunter became the hunted. The hunter happens to suck at what he does. I just wish I’d been less naive years ago, we could have avoided this whole uncomfortable encounter with your death arriving far sooner. ”
He looks up at me and I see Tyson grin in my peripheral, “My… My death? Surely you don’t mean that, Sunshine. You love me.”
I scoff and pick up a pair of pliers, “I could never love a monster like you.”
His scream echoes through the barn, trapped by the sound proof walls, as I slowly remove his fingernails one by one. “Good luck finding vulnerable women when your fingers hurt so badly that you can’t type.”
He cries out in pain, “Please, let me explain!”
“Aw, he’s still trying to reason with me. More pain needed.” I’m in my zone, now. I love it when they beg for understanding after years of trying to destroy a woman.
“No, please, no! I have money, I’ll pay you to let me go!”
“And, now we’re at the bargaining stage.” I nod to Tyson and he smiles, fidgeting with a knife. “I’m not interested in your money. I’ve seen your record. I want your head on a stick. It’ll make a lovely decoration on my mantel, don’t you think babe?” I smile up at Tyson as he nods in agreement.
Ben snarls, “You’ll never love him, not like you love me!”
“That’s a quick progression, my dude. You’ve reached anger, already. Tyson is a hundred times the man you could ever dream to be.” I check his restraints and realize that he’s still paralyzed through his legs before giving Tyson a ‘come here’ nod with eyes full of desire.
Ben tries to protest but I’m already on my knees, undoing Tyson’s belt and sliding his cock into my mouth. He’s slow at first and I can hear Ben squirm. What better torture than showing a man who thinks I’m his property that I’m fully invested in someone else?
Tyson isn’t a small man, half way to touching his abdomen with my nose I’m already gagging. I work my way back and deeper, making sure I have enough spit to lubricate the efforts to push him to the back of my throat. Tyson moans and Ben yells for it to stop.
“Shut up or I’ll tape your eyes open. Keep them on us, know who Cass truly belongs to by choice.” Tyson’s voice is strong and deep as he gently grips the back of my head and pushes my mouth deeper onto his cock.
I sputter around his length and look up at him, seeing pure adoration in his eyes looking down on me.
My lips attempt to smile but the dick filling my mouth hinders my reaction.
He thrusts forcefully into my throat with a solid hold on both sides of my head.
I open wide and breathe through my nose to alleviate the lack of oxygen issue.
Tyson fucks my face until I feel him spill down my throat and hear a deep moan of pleasure.
I swallow every drop, wiping my mouth and eyes.
He pulls me up to my feet and tucks himself back into his jeans with a sardonic smile.
He stalks to Ben, slapping his cheek, “You see? She’s mine. I earned that. You tried to ruin her but she’s stronger than you are.”
I adjust myself, feeling a sense of need in my core that I never have before. It’s time to focus. This bitch needs to suffer for his crimes. “Okay Ben. Time to confess your sins. Tell me everything you’ve done.”
He sobs like the coward he is, “I’ll tell you everything just, please! Let me go!”
I’m silent, giving him the false hope that he’ll go free once he tells me all he’s done.
“Okay, okay. I’ve hurt people, that what you wanna hear?
I’ve raped well over dozen women, most of them didn’t report it.
I still have their pictures on my walls.
But I followed them, first. I learned everything I could about them.
Hacked their different shopping accounts for addressees, watched them for weeks or months before I made contact.
I made them feel like they needed me. I made videos of them with editing software.
Porn, pictures of us together. When they rejected me, I posted the solo videos. ”
I put on gloves and pick up a Spanish Tickler, carefully touching the points. “How long did you follow me before you contacted me?”
“A few weeks. I need you. I needed to be in your life. But you befriended me quickly so I had time to get to know you and connect better.”
I walk towards him with the tickler laced over my knuckles. Wolverine was originated for a reason. “Did we connect, Ben? Manipulating your way into someone’s world doesn’t mean that you fit into it. You’ll never fit into my world.”
I drag the Spanish tickler across his skin, removing flesh, fragile tendons and muscle while drinking in his anguished screams. The screams of everyone he’s harmed before fuel me. The rich scent of iron fills my senses as his blood pools on the floor beneath us.
“Wait! Wait, please there’s more!” Ben’s spineless at this point, as if he wasn’t already. “Remember Jesse? You went on a few dates with him but he ghosted you? I killed him. Dumped his car in a ravine. No one cared enough about him to report him missing.”
I shrug, Jesse was a nice guy but I can’t let Ben phase me. “Several people reported him missing. I was investigated because I was the last person to see him alive.”
Snot streams down his disgusting face, “I didn’t know they’d look to you! I just needed him gone!”
The tickler does its job, stripping the flesh from both of his arms as he starts to shiver. “Well, shit. Don’t pass out on me, yet. You’re tough enough to stalk and rape women? Surely you’re tough enough to endure a bit of pain.”
His face is ghostly and his words slur unintelligibly.
“Lame. I thought I’d have more time to play.” I pout.
Tyson rubs my back and checks Ben’s pulse. “He’s still alive. What do you want to do now, Little Dragon?”
I ponder the question for a moment before deciding to continue to rip the flesh from his bones. “He’ll be pig food within the hour.”
Ben occasionally winces until his system gives out.
I feel his evil soul leave his body and take solace in the fact that he’ll never harm another person again.
I shred him into minced meat well after his death is apparent.
My final act of punishment for Benton Carter is castrating him.
Unfortunately, it won’t be as much of a treat as the pigs usually enjoy.
This short dicked man is barely a snack for a piglet.
Tyson watches with admiration as I stand and remove my gloves, tossing them onto what’s left of Benton’s body.
His limp, severed penis sits just inside his gaping mouth which gives me a good chuckle.
“May your tiny package live in your mouth for all eternity, Ben. See you in hell. Hopefully I get to do this all over again.”
I’m sweaty, adrenaline courses through my veins. I feel the familiar bliss that comes with slaughtering and removing an abomination from this world.
Tyson pulls me from behind with a deep, primal growl. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. You were incredible.”
I turn to face him, “Thanks for letting me do my thing. It truly looks like I’ve met my perfect match in you.”
He lifts me slightly to press his lips to mine, pushing his tongue inside to fully taste me as he guides me to a clean area of the barn and lays me down. I’ve never fucked after a kill but something tells me that this will be the experience of a lifetime.
Tyson unbuttons my jeans, tugging them down quickly as I kick my boots off.
He buries his face in my pussy, sucking at my clit like it’s always belonged to him.
I arch my back, immediately moaning with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop!” I can’t help but cry out.
He slowly pushes two fingers into my center, working me over in all of the best spots.
I feel my core tighten, my body stiffens and quivers as I explode into a whole symphony of moans.
I lay breathless on the barn floor, hearing Tyson’s belt unbuckle just before he crawls on top of me. His full lips graze my neck, peppering my body with kisses and bites. “I’d really like to fuck you now if that’s okay?”
“Fuck yes! Please, please fuck me!” I usually play hard to get but I’ve been aching for him for days.
He slowly enters me. A twinge of pain flows with pressure followed by pleasure that causes my eyes to roll back.
I claw at his back, mad at both of us for leaving our shirts on.
The thought is fleeting as he thrusts into me, my pussy stretching around his size and throbbing intensely.
He leans back, tossing my leg up over his shoulder for more depth.
The sensation is overwhelming, Tyson touches parts of me that have never been reached before.
I try to find something to grip on the floor beneath me, digging my nails into the old floor boards and trying to match his thrusts from such a pinned position.
He circles my clit with his thumb, adding more indulgence to the experience.
In moments, I’m pulsing around him and losing my mind to another orgasm.
He keeps circling but I pull his hand away from my tender area, pushing his thick thumb into my mouth.
I suck it and look directly into his eyes with almost a daring expression.
He doubles down, moaning and using his hand in my mouth as more leverage to pound into me.
Tyson erupts within me, twitching and grunting.
The surges turn me on more, I don’t want it to stop.
He collapses on my chest and slowly pulls his cock from my pussy.
We both take deep breaths, collecting ourselves and relishing in the pure aftermath bliss.
Minutes tick by in silence before Tyson sits up abruptly, “I came in you. I’m so fuckin sorry! I got lost in the moment!”
I giggle, “I’d have told you if it wasn’t okay. I’m on the pill and clean. As long as you are, we’re good.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for a year and I’m clean. So, we’re good?”
I stroke his hair, “We’re good. But I do still have a job to finish.”
Tyson hops up, looking around for something to clean up with.
I point him to the bathroom behind us and he returns with a fresh, warm towel to clean me off.
I’m completely dumbfounded. No one has ever cleaned me up after sex, ever.
He takes his time, getting to know my body and ensuring that he cleans me thoroughly.
The cloth is soothing but his action is truly what brings me ease.
“How the fuck did I get so lucky and where have you been all my life?” I ask as I prop myself up on my elbows.
Tyson’s smile warms my cold, dead heart. “Chasing my own Ben’s. I’m just glad I’m here now, Little Dragon.”