As Reapers blade was slicing through Prays throat. I stepped out of the shadows from beneath the steps. With my now flaccid and chafed shit stained penis still in my hand. I walked up to Prays limp corpse and ran my fingers threw the gaping slice of Prays neck and forced my hand down her throat and into her stomach and removed the partially digested contents of her last meal and placed it in a tattered Walmart bag I had found beneath the steps.
I then turned to Reaper and grabbed her bloody hand and pushed it down the front of her panties and began to work her finger back and forth over her clit. She begged for me to fuck her. I reached down to see if my little weiner was ready for round two and to my surprise he was.
Just as I was about to bend Reaper over Prays dead body we heard a loud grunting sound coming from behind a pallet of canned spam. We grabbed the knife and walked quietly over to the pallet and to our amazement we found Edvard on his hands and knees completely naked with his right arm buried two inches bellow his elbow in his rectum.
He begged us to let him finish before we cut his throat. Me and Reaper looked at each other and said why not. Just as the words left our mouths Edvard went back to vigorously fisting himself. I asked Edvard if he would like some privacy and he said "No. I prefer you watch." At this time me and Reaper were fairly disgusted by the smell of Edvards shit and the act itself. So we told Edvard we were going to go upstairs and make something to eat and to hollar when he was finished. He grunted and said ok.
by SilkthreadThe record begins to skip. Pray struggles to get her bearings in the darkness. She now hears a woman humming, and it sounds as though this person is a little closer than where the sound of the record is coming from. It has a motherly tone to it. A mother rocking her baby to sleep and humming. Pray pushes up a little to get more comfortable. She is on her knees and her feet have gone to sleep. Her calves are cramping. She hears the sound of chains when she tries to move. So she knows her ankles are bound just as sure as her wrists. A panic surges through her. Not because she's in chains. Not yet. Because the thought of her feet being asleep, and not being able to get up from this kneeling position, fills her with dread.
The record stops, and so does the humming. Pray holds her breath so she can listen closely for footsteps....but all she can hear is the steady strumming of crickets outside. The chill of the room goes through her. What could be waiting for her outside of this room?
Outside the room, Reaper listens and waits for Pray to make a sound, but all is quiet. Too quiet. Reaper holds her hunting knife and scrapes it along the wall making a metalic, scratching sound. She smiles to herself as she finally hears Pray call out. "Who's there?..." she says in a trembling voice. She listens for a reply, but Reaper remains quiet.
Amused by the sound of Pray's nervous voice, Reaper scrapes the wall with the steel of the blade again. Pray makes a startled sound and again calls out to the stranger beyond the door. "Please let me go, please", she whimpers.
Reaper slowly opens the door letting light into the room. Her figure, dressed in a long, dark, hooded cloak is shadowed in the doorway. Pray tries desperately to see her face but there is only darkness beneath the hood. Reaper raises the blade of her knife and approaches Pray, grinning as she steps closer. Pray begins to panic and tries to crawl further back into the room, but her feet are still asleep and the chains on her ankles and wrists restrict her movement.
"I can smell your fear", Reaper says with a devilish grin as she approaches Pray. Standing before her, she leans down close to Pray's face while holding the knife to her neck. With her lips almost touching Pray's ear she whispers, "It's time to play".
Standing back up, Reaper grabs pray by the hair and begins dragging her out of the room into the lit room beyond. Pray screams and struggles to break free of her restraints as she is dragged to a thick, sturdy wooden pole that is attached to an exposed ceiling beam above it. Reaper lets go of Pray's hair and grabs a length of rope that she attaches to the chain around Pray's wrists. She throws the other end of the rope over the exposed ceiling beam and orders Pray to stand up.
Curled into a fetal position on the floor, Pray refuses to move. Reaper pulls on the rope as hard as she can, forcing Pray's arms to jolt upwards. Pray screams and struggles to stand. Eventually she manages to get on her feet as Reaper pulls on the rope forcing Pray to stand up straight with her arms pulled upwards. Reaper ties the rope to a strong steel hook that is attached to the floor near the pole. With another length of rope placed around Pray's waist, she ties her to the pole with her back pushed against it.
For a brief moment, Reaper admires Pray's scantily clad body. Dressed in nothing but black satin panties and a tight shirt pushing against her large breasts, her erect nipples are almost exposed through the sheer fabric. Reaper steps closer and rubs her hand over the shirt covering Pray's breasts feeling her nipples pushing against her palms. She leans in closer, her own large breasts pushing against Prays, and slides her hand down her tummy to her groin. Rubbing the satin fabric of her panties, she hears Pray begin to moan with pleasure. "You like that, don't you", Reaper says to Pray as she continues rubbing her. She slides her hand inside her panties to the moist pussy between her legs. With one hand gently caressing Pray's clit between her fingers, she uses her other hand to rub and squeeze the nipples on Pray's breasts. Pray moans louder, her whole body squirming with pleasure.
Reaper decides she's had enough and pulls away from Pray. She walks over to a black leather bag sitting on a chair in the corner of the room and pulls out a handgun. She walks back over to Pray and pushes the gun into Pray's mouth, forcing her to suck on the barrel as though she were sucking on cock. "How does it feel to suck on a loaded gun?" Reaper asks her, amused at the sight. She thrusts the gun in harder, making Pray gag on the barrel.
She removes the gun from Pray's mouth and slides the wet barrel down her chest, over each of her large, shapely breasts, and down to her groin. She slides the barrel inside the fabric of her panties and rubs it against her moist, wet pussy. Aroused by the feel of the weapon sliding against her clit, Pray's moans of pleasure become louder and more tense as she reaches orgasm. Reaper continues rubbing her a little longer, then pulls the gun away and places it back in the bag she had removed it from. She grabs a plastic bag and a length of cord from inside the bag and walks back over to Pray.
She places the bag over Pray's head and ties the cord around her neck. This causes Pray to panic as she struggles for air. Reaper goes back to the bag and pulls out a whip. She proceeds to whip Pray repeatedly, but briefly, causing her to scream and gasp. Reaper replaces the whip back in the bag and then removes the cord and plastic bag from Pray's head. Aroused by the sight of Pray's pain and frantic struggles, she then picks up her knife and proceeds to cut away Pray's clothing. She slides the blade over Pray's naked body, cutting her gently as she goes. Then deeper and deeper until her body is covered in rivers of blood.
Pray's screams excite Reaper's blood lust. She takes the knife to Pray's neck and with one quick movement, slits her throat from ear to ear. Drenched in blood, Reaper watches as Pray takes her final breath.
I wish I could have written the story a lot better and with more detail, but my imagination kinda sucks at the moment.
by SilkthreadPray wakes up chained and gaged. She is in a dark room that smells of moth balls. A record is playing very faintly in another room. She can barely make out what music is playing, but it sounds like something from a spook house.
Who has Pray chained up?
Three mexican gangbangers who are classy (or poor) enough to still have a record player.
