Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
Nodding, he grabbed Gail’s throat and dragged her closer, kissing her deep, twining his tongue with hers, tasting her blood and tears. “Undress,” he ordered, releasing Gail then digging in his pocket for the key to Joplin’s shackles. He freed her.
“Thank you, Diesel!” Standing on tiptoes, she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed. “Thank you!”
“Clothes off, sweetheart.”
Allowing them to follow his orders afforded him time to collect the items he needed: a stiletto, scissors, a nail elevator, and bone cutters. His black bespoke Crusader sword lay on the autopsy table. After all, that’s where he planned to use it.
Joplin and Gail stood side-by-side in nearly identical poses. One arm over their tits, the other covering their pussies. Head down, hair hanging and covering their wretched faces. Trembling with fear, cold, or both.
Pity those cunts hadn’t been so humble before. He liked fucking them.
Brushing past them, he set the tools on the floor near the chair Joplin had been sitting in, then lit a cigarette .
“Sit, Joplin. Spread your legs. Hold your pussy lips open. You know how your pink flesh turns me own.”
Leaning against a wall and enjoying his cigarette, Diesel waited until Joplin complied. Then, he nodded to Gail.
“Lick her pussy. Don’t stop no matter how much she begs.”
And she’d begin her begging soon. Joplin didn’t last long when her pussy was eaten.
By the time he finished his cigarette, Joplin was screaming in pleasure, pleading for a moment to catch her breath. Diesel closed the distance between him and the two women, dropped to his knees and pulled out his hard cock.
“Suck her clit, Gail, and put your ass in the air.”
Joplin shrieked; Diesel sank into Gail’s wet cunt and closed his eyes. Rebel’s face crept into his head. The punch she delivered. Her devastation, anger, and fierceness.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, opening his eyes and gripping Gail’s hips, pounding into her.
She lost herself in Diesel’s fucking and her mouth fell away from Joplin’s pussy. He didn’t want Gail to come yet, so he stopped his grinds.
Joplin’s opened legs revealed her flushed, glistening pussy. She fingered her clit, grinding her hips to an internal rhythm, her ass hanging off the chair.
“Diesel,” Gail whined. “I was so close, baby.”
“I know, love,” he said. He leaned over her, chinned some of her hair aside, and suckled her neck. “Trust me, baby.”
“I do!” she cried. “I do! I love you. Jop does, too.”
Diesel sniggered. “Thank you. That means the world to me.”
“I’m coming!” Joplin breathed, fingering her pussy faster. “C- come in…c-come with me.”
“Use your mouth on her again, Gail,” Diesel said.
Gail sucked Joplin’s clit between her teeth, then soothed her with fast tongue swipes, sending Joplin over the edge.
Lifting her head, Gail glanced over her shoulder at Diesel, a triumphant smile on her face.
“Good job, babe,” Diesel congratulated. He assisted Joplin back into the chair and returned her shackles. “I have a special surprise for you.”
Wrung out from her orgasm, she smiled and nodded.
Taking the bone cutter and the stiletto, he got to his feet and walked to the autopsy table, near the drain. He set the tools next to his sword. “Crawl to me on your hands and knees, Gail.”
Uncertainty crossed her face. She swallowed.
“Come, love,” he encouraged, waving her over. “Remember, there’s an art to submission. Don’t crawl too fast or too slow.”
He watched her painstaking movements in her pathetic effort to please him.
She didn’t halt and fixated on his gaze, a cat’s smile on her face.
The closer she got to him, the more of a wiggle she put into her efforts.
In front of him, she settled back on her haunches and gazed at him through her lashes.
“I didn’t tell you to look at me or straighten.”
Panic flitted in her eyes, then she heaved in a breath, and got back on her hands and knees.
“Turn and face Joplin.”
His cock rising from his jeans amused him. He’d forgotten to cover his dick.
“Wh-what?” Gail called.
“Nothing that concerns you, sweetheart. Stand up and bend over.”
Without questioning him, she followed directions.
Diesel sank into her, his mind whirling.
He thought about asking which one of them made the fateful decision to add all the extra ingredients to CJ’s drink or was it a collective effort.
Not that it mattered. Joplin had that can of Sprite and that bitch poured the poison into CJ’s cup.
That was the only thing that made sense.
Everyone else came out unscathed. Rubbing alcohol would’ve sickened all of them.
Diesel also knew what a coke high was. The pitchers contained regular lean—such as it was.
The angrier he became, the more punishing his thrusts grew. He ignored Gail’s renewed sobs, pushing into her one last time and exploding. He took a moment to catch his breath, then tucked his cock away.
He winked at Joplin. Her eyes were wide and fearful. “Stand up, Gail. Face me. Good girl,” he said when she complied. “Give me your hand, sweetheart.”
Hesitating a moment, she pressed her lips together.
“Your hand.”
“Diesel—”
Sighing, he grabbed the bone cutter, snatched her hand and managed to capture her pinky, despite her struggles.
The bone crunched. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a clean cut.
Fuck, he hadn’t thought this through. He wasn’t about to exert his energy on this cunt.
Joplin had it coming to her for more reasons than one. Best of all, she was fucking tied up.
Gail’s screams annoyed him. He exchanged the bone cutter for his sword, stalked to the door, where she was trying to open the locks, and swung, lopping her head off much cleaner than he had her fucking finger.
Tuning out Joplin’s hysterical scream, Diesel stepped over Gail’s head and walked to Joplin, bloody sword in hand. “Your turn.”