JUDY THE SLAYER
Chapter 1
Judy swallowed nervously, savouring the bitter taste of her fear and anticipation. It was all ready. The painstaking prep-work was done. Tonight, it all paid off... assuming she kept her nerve and went through it with.
Her toys and her tools were all lined up in grim array, ready to work quivering flesh to screaming abandon. She let her fingertips gently trace over the cold steel of her 'Finisher' and gave a self-satisfied smile. All her work, and tonight it would paid off.
It wasn't easy. She took some risks, some of them greater than she was comfortable with. A dummied webpage set up to look like a genuine craigslist ad, sent to her intended with embedded BBCode. Anon cumdump for u, have 420 can host. Something she knew they couldn't resist ; but all they'd have to do is glance up at the url to realise they weren't looking at a real ad... but they clicked it. Both of them did, if her ip pixel was to be trusted. They both sent replies. They were eager. The spider caught herself a couple of flies.
Up until then, Judy could have aborted at any time. When she gave the address of the motel she'd rented for the dark deed, that luxury disappeared. Despite her best efforts she couldn't find a motel willing to take cash deposit without photo ID, not even a King's Cross shooting-gallery or motor inn. So now, she knew, the mousy little clerk had her name and date of birth copied duly into his register. To get away clean with this she'd have to be utterly certain that neither of her young playmates talk. That, she reflected happily, could be arranged.
It almost went terribly wrong, right from the start. They arrived together. They were supposed to show up half an hour apart, to give Judy time to properly subdue them before the main event, but instead they reached her door within seconds of each other. As Sugar nervously entered the cheap little room, Luna slowed down behind her. But then she sped up. Did Sugar look enough like the bait picture for Luna to assume nothing was wrong? Perhaps. But that illusion was shattered as they both stepped into the seedy, tawdry little room and saw Judy waiting for them. Grinning.
"What the hell is going on?" stammered Sugar, a demure blush creeping across her face and betraying the tenderness she tried to hide behind gruff inquiry. "Y...you're the anon cumpdump??? Judy???"
Judy grinned and delicately picked up The Finisher. Twelve inches of cold steel affixed to a leather crotch-strap, gently ribbed down the shaft with a bulbous head.
"I'm your anon cumslut", she purred. "And now, Mistresses... you'll show me my place"
Sugar and Luna stared in pleased surprise as Judy squirmed her way out of her tiny, skimpy lingerie bottoms, revealing a dripping wet pussy, grotesquely inviting in it's lurid pink slackness. She bent at the waist and glanced over her shoulder at the girls with a coy wink and an unseemly flutter of her overdone eyelashes.
"Come and get it, girls."
The cumsluts didn't need to be told twice, and it was a matter of seconds before Judy felt Luna's firm hands gripping her by the hair, twisting it, holding tight and smearing her face into her musky slit. Judy moaned in delighted pleasure as she licked and sucked that salty wetness, as she felt her sloppy overstretched pussy sliding around the massive ferrous head of The Finisher. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it, and that somebody was Sugar.
As Judy slurped with joyous abandon at Luna's pungent slit while Sugar mercilessly hammered her from behind, she finally felt it. True happiness. She pulled away just long enough to look up into Luna's eyes and murmur "Sugar, Luna... make me your slave! Make me your hot, submissive slut-toy. I don't care what you do to me, just use me. Keep me. Forever! I love you! I love both of you."
Then Luna harshly jerked her face back to the job at hand and Judy lost herself in a night of ecstatic wonder and true love.