"Story: Jane and a friend help butcher a bitch" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/mqhHGAvZ Created on: Saturday 28th of March 2020 11:02:13 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:02:39 AM UTC Story: Jane and a friend help butcher a bitch « on: March 26, 2020, 01:09:36 AM » ReplyQuote “Wake up, wake up!” Jane was clearly excited, “we’ve got a wretched bitch to kill!” Nina shook her head, still groggy, looked up at Jane, and said, “What?” “Nina!” Jane gently reprimanded, “we caught that horrible bitch yesterday! The one who lured us to that party last night! We tied her up, and now we get to do awful things to her!” Nina made eye contact with Jane and saw that all hints of her eyes’ original blue was gone, replaced with bright, mesmerizing green. With a soft groan, she rose to her feet and dressed herself. The woman had heard Jane too, and was now thrashing and yanking at her bonds, trying to get free before Jane could get to her. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, she had obviously been crying all night. Now, from her helpless position on the table, she looked up at Jane, who was making no attempt to hide her desire, and Nina, who was still regaining consciousness. “Now then,” said Jane, as she ran a finger down the center of the woman’s chest, “what am I to do with you?” “You could let me go. Like, if you wanted. Right now, even. Please?” the woman was barely coherent, having been kept awake in painful bondage all night. “No,” said Jane as she turned towards the shelf of butcher’s tools, “I don’t think I will.” She turned back to her victim with a large steak knife, and moved to begin her cut. “H-hey,” said the woman hysterically, “you don’t have to kill me like this. I get it, you don’t want to let me go, that’s the game. Everyone has to die. But you could shoot me! Please shoot me, I don’t wanna die like this.” Hot, angry tears were flowing freely from the woman’s eyes, and her lower lip trembled. Jane grinned as she started to cut the clothing off the woman’s body. First, Jane cut off the woman’s shirt, exposing her pert breasts. Nina absentmindedly reached for one and rolled the nipple between her fingers, eliciting a pained moan from the terrified woman on the table. Her breasts, Nina thought, were essentially perfect. Just slightly bigger than b-cups, they perked upwards attractively, and her nipples were hard and appealing. Next, Jane cut through the woman’s pants, down each leg, and then at the crotch, unfolding them off of the woman like flayed skin. As her cunt was exposed to open air, goosebumps covered the woman’s exposed body, and she whimpered. Terror obvious in her eyes, she looked up at Nina and mouthed “help me” as Jane pulled the ruined clothing from her body. Nina stared down impassively, her hand still idly playing with the woman’s tit. Clothing thus removed, Jane began to run her hands up and down her victim’s body, touching and feeling every part. She felt pure euphoria as she touched and groped her helpless victim’s body, and, unable to stop herself, she leaned down by her ear, and whispered, “You fucked with me, and now you’re gonna pay for it. You’ll die here, sweetheart. You’ll die here on a butcher’s table like a fucking pig, and I’m gonna get off while you do.” The woman wailed and choked, sobbing shamelessly. All she felt was fear and regret. She had never meant for things to go this far. When she first started working at Vixens butchery, her first thought had been to fuck her way up the ladder, so she found a powerful gang and promised them women. They had in turn supported her career, she had gotten them women, but she had lost control of the situation, and now she was all alone and about to be tortured to death. The brutal irony that she would be slowly dismembered at the hands of those she had served to her gang like so much combat rations was not lost on her as Jane began to trace circles around her breasts with the tip of the blade. Nina had retracted her hand and was now playing with the woman’s hair. She had threaded her fingers through it, and was massaging the woman’s scalp, though periodically she grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged teasingly. The woman looked up at her and begged, “Please, please don’t let her take me apart. All I want is a quick death, I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Just kill me. Reach down and choke me. Please. Please. Please?” Nina could hear the desperation in the woman’s voice, and her mind went back to her fantasies from the night before. Maybe it would be fun to be the one doing the violating, too. With that in mind, Nina walked to the other end of the table to see what was between the woman’s legs. Exactly as perfect as she remembered, the woman’s meticulously groomed cunt was, Nina suddenly noticed, moist. Was she enjoying this, in some small way? Nina reached a hand forward and began touching and teasing the delicious-looking cunt while Jane played with the blade. The woman wiggled her hips needily, and she let out a shameless moan of pleasure when Nina pushed her pointer and middle finger into her. Fear and arousal mixing in her eyes, the woman looked up at Jane said, in a breathy whisper, “Please, god, please,” her voice pitched up as Nina fingered her pussy, “please, not like this. Not like this. I don’t want to go out like this.” Jane stared down dispassionately. The sounds the woman was making were getting to her. In a quick motion, Jane stepped out of her pants, and mounted the table. She straddled the woman, and dropped her hips so that her soaked cunt smashed into the woman’s mouth, muffling her moans. Nina looked up and started to slow down, but Jane waved her on as she ground her pussy against the helpless woman below. Nina saw pleasure wash over Jane’s face as their victim lapped hungrily at her pussy. Wanting to tease her a little, Nina took her other hand and pinched the woman’s clitoris. The woman yelped, though it was muffled by Jane’s cunt, and bucked her hips, greedy for more. Jane’s fluids running down her face, the woman was overwhelmed by the ass sitting on her face and the sensations of the tease between her legs. She struggled against her bonds and shook her hips as she licked and served Jane’s pussy. As she approached orgasm, Jane humped the woman’s face more aggressively. Even though it hurt, the woman enjoyed it. She had never been with a woman before, and she felt a pang of regret as she realized she never would again. Nina was good with her fingers, and she made sure that Jane and their victim came together. As she saw Jane’s body tighten with orgasm, she finger-fucked their victim harder, and tweaked her clit. Their victim’s back arched and she screamed as waves of pleasure washed over her. As Jane came down from her orgasm, she relaxed and sat fully on their victim’s face, smothering her pleasured screams and mashing her head painfully into the table. Nina, however, did not stop. Instead, she got even more aggressive and brutally finger-fucked their victim’s pussy, pushing her into a second orgasm under Jane’s ass. After Jane caught her breath, she asked, “Do you want a turn on her, Nina? She’s good at this. I bet she was a little slut before we caught her.” Jane punctuated this statement with several hard slaps on the woman’s tits, eliciting a needy whine from under her hips. Nina thought about it, then nodded. She had no idea how much longer she would live, after all. Might as well try it now, while she had the chance. Jane dismounted the table and their victim gasped for air, having been smothered by Jane’s ample ass for quite some time. As Nina mounted the table, Jane took her hand, and placed her other hand on Nina’s ass, holding her in place. The sensation was odd to Nina, it was almost tender. She felt strange accepting it from Jane, but as the heat of their victim’s breath sent chills of arousal through her, she decided not to question it. Nina settled her pussy onto the woman’s mouth and gasped as a tongue flicked out and started lapping at her folds. Was this what it had felt like for the woman yesterday, when she had been the one holding Nina down? Idle curiosity and empathy left Nina’s head as the woman slipped her tongue inside of her, and she pushed her hips down on the woman’s face. As she did, she felt Jane’s hand slide between her cheeks and start teasing her other hole. She started, and turned towards Jane, but when she made eye contact, Jane roughly slid her finger into Nina’s ass up to the first knuckle, and suddenly Nina was unable to question the situation. She leaned forwards, pushing her ass up and her clit down. Overtaken by need, Nina barely noticed herself coming to rest laid across the woman’s body. All she felt was their victim’s tongue against her clit and Jane’s finger playing with her ass. On an impulse, Nina opened her mouth and ducked her head between the woman’s legs and started licking hungrily at the woman’s clit. She was rewarded with a moan, and the woman set to reciprocating even more eagerly than before. Nina’s eyes closed and her mind shut down as she approached orgasm. Having Jane - her friend, whose rape she had watched helplessly, whose rape she had enjoyed - finger her ass pushed her over the edge, and Nina ground her pussy against their victim’s mouth as she screamed and came. The orgasm was intense and overwhelming, and as it ended, she collapsed on top of their victim. Jane gently helped her up, and moved her to the floor, where she lay Nina down on top of their pants. With Nina out of the way, Jane was now free to have her fun with their victim exactly as she pleased. She repositioned herself between the woman’s legs, and fingered her slowly, teasing and gently pushing the woman towards orgasm. As she did so, she also ran the steak knife up and down the woman’s belly. Fear began to overtake pleasure in the woman’s eyes as she raised her head and looked down her body at Jane. The grin on Jane’s face would have sent a thrill of terror through her normally, but instead it just got her off more. She looked Jane in the eye as she moaned. Jane chuckled to herself and said, “You are a servile bitch, aren’t you? All you want is sex, whether it’s fucking or being fucked.” The woman nodded eagerly and said, “I am, I am. I’m a bitch, I’m your bitch. Please make your bitch come, mistress. Please. Your bitch needs to come,” she humped at Jane’s hand needily as she begged. “If you say so,” said Jane, as she bent forward to kiss the woman’s clit. The woman watched in anticipation as Jane bent forward, then came as her lips made contact. She had never come from something so small before, but now her back arched and her cunt contracted around Jane’s fingers as she came. As Jane saw her victim begin to come, she raised the steak knife, and plunged it into her victim’s raised belly. Pain was immediate and shot through her victim, whose screams of orgasm turned to screams of pain as she realized she was being stabbed. Her eyes widened and her screams of “yes, thank you mistress” turned to screams of “no, please, god” as she watched Jane cut a jagged line from the base of her sternum all the way to her pubic bone. The knife burned as it cut through her, and she felt pain deep in her abdomen; she could feel her organs being shredded. Jane laughed at her victim’s suffering as she removed the knife and grabbed the edges of the cut with her bare hands. “Now,” she said, her voice dripping with malice, “comes the fun part. The part where you regret fucking with me, you worthless, disgusting whore!” As she completed her tirade, Jane ripped open the woman’s abdomen, pulling apart her belly and exposing her insides. The woman shrieked and pleaded, “Please, please, it fucking hurts, please don’t, no more, please no more,” as Jane reached into her exposed belly. She grabbed a loop of intestine, and yanked it out. The woman gurgled as she watched herself being disemboweled. Jane dropped the loop to one side, letting it hang off the table, then hesitated for just a moment before yanking on more loops of guts and insides. She pulled and threw them out in quick, sweeping motions, like an animal disembowelling prey. The woman’s screams turned to choked gasps and groans as she was disembowelled. When her insides were all out, and her abdomen was empty except for the insides of her pussy, Jane turned to her, blood dripping from her hands, and asked, “Are you still awake, whore?” The woman groaned in reply. “Good. You’ll enjoy this,” said Jane, as she started teasing her dying foe’s cunt one more time. Blood mixed with pussy as Jane toyed with that perfect, flawless cunt. Despite the agony she was in, the dying woman on the table felt Jane’s ministrations and moaned a little. Thus encouraged, Jane fingered her harder and faster, working to get one more orgasm out of her before death took her. With her abdomen flayed open, the woman was unable to raise her head enough to look down at her killer and rapist, but she knew Jane was enjoying her humiliating death. The shame of being overpowered, raped, and murdered by her own victims overcame her, and she felt pleasure overwhelm her one last time as she came on Jane’s fingers. This last orgasm proved too much for her, however, and as the last wave of pleasure hit her, she felt light headed and a bit sleepy, then her orgasm ended and she felt overpowering agony, then she felt nothing at all. Jane watched the life drain from her captured foe and could not help but touch herself a little. It only took one touch, though - immediately after pushing a bloody finger into herself, Jane bent over double in orgasm, before her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the floor in a pool of her victim’s blood. Though the day had just begun, Jane and Nina both independently arrived at the conclusion that they would be staying there for just a bit longer as they recovered from what had just transpired. They had so many recipes to try out on the fresh meat.