"Suicide Spin (story, semi/con, game of chance) « on: Februar" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/J6Q4rVLS Created on: Wednesday 20th of September 2017 09:00:57 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:47 AM UTC Suicide Spin (story, semi/con, game of chance) « on: February 12, 2016, 03:22:48 AM » ReplyQuote The doorbell rang. Jan, a young woman with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid ran to answer. Her baggy brown sweatshirt flowed as she moved, barely hinting at the thin body and modest breasts it covered. “Who is it?” Jan’s blonder and moderately bustier sister, Stacy, called from the living room. Stacy was not nearly as modestly dressed her older sibling. A pair of white short shorts barely covered her smooth thighs, while a tight green tank top pressed against her firm upturned breasts. Sitting next to her was Krissy, nursing a beer awkwardly in a long sleeve white shirt and jeans. She was a shy and freckled red head who had only known the sisters a few weeks. Since she had moved to Helsinki to become a Dolcett girl very recently, everyone she knew she had known only for a few weeks. “BITCH YOU KNOW WHO IT IS!” was the reply from the door. The foul mothed woman entering the home was Roxy, who was wearing a short plaid skirt despite the knee high snow. Covering her petit but pleasantly curved bust she wore small bikini that matched her dyed blue hair. She wiped the condensation from her thick rimmed glasses as she stepped through the door. “Hey Jan” Alison nodded as she followed her boisterous friend inside. The black woman wore a far more practical pink sweater over her far more impressive pair of boobs. Jan nodded back. Two more woman followed. “Thanks for inviting us.” Said Cindy, the taller of the slender platinum blond sisters, as she and Erika entered. The pair wore matching grey shirts with deep V necklines, warmer than Roxy’s apparel, but more revealing than Alison’s. Cindy stood a head above her sister, making her easily the tallest one there. But while Erika lacked her sister’s height, her supple breasts were definitely the better pair of the two. “Whole lot of clothes on for a snuff party!” Roxy observed loudly. “That’s what I said!” The group was completed by Joan’s return from the garage, carrying as many beers as her feminine hands would allow. She began to pass the bottles to the newcomers. Unlike the other woman, Joan was completely naked. Her plump, grapefruit tits swung freely as she twisted the cap from her own bottle. She unabashedly embraced Roxy. “Too early for it too” “I told you it’s not a snuff party.” Jan said as she grabbed a bottle and gave Alison a welcoming hug. “Sis and I just wanted to spend some time with our besties before we snuff it.” Krissy blushed at being included as one of the girls’ best friends. “I always knew there was something wrong with you.” Roxy said, shaking her head with disappointment. “Alright, let’s get this not-party started.” 1------------------------------------------ The women talked adamantly, laughing about the misunderstandings, and embarrassments of days gone by. They danced for no other reason than to move, and gossiped for no other reason than to listen to each other’s voices. Every so often two or three would disappear to some corner of the house, returning happy and smelling of sex and sweat. Somehow everyone ended up losing their shoes and socks, for a while it became a running joke. As the barefoot women drank and laughed, the hours whiled away and a warm buzz settled over the group. “So why are you going to snuff it?” Erika asked hesitantly, not sure if she was about to ruin the mood. Stacy responded lazily, her head resting on Alison’s soft bosom. “Can’t afford to live here. Contract won’t let us sublease unless more girls come into the house than are going out. We couldn’t find more than four girls who were interested, so two of us have to die. Sis and I convinced mom and Aunt Tina it made the most sense for us to go. So…here we are.” A moment passed in silence. “How are you gonna do it?” Krissy asked bashfully, olivine eyes glue to her drink as she spoke.” Stacy shrugged “Didn’t give it much thought. Sis?” Jan was calmly running her fingers through Cindy’s blond hair. She sighed. “I know I should pick something slow and painful. But honestly, I just want to get it over with. Donnie should be here in…a couple minutes. I’ll probably just let him pick something.” “I’m gonna miss you two.” Roxy pouted, sticking out her lip at the girls. “Not for very long, way you’ve been partying.” Jan quipped “It is always a bit more fun when your life’s on the line.” Alison observed, to no one in particular. The group was collectively surprised to hear these words from the normally reserved and very cautious woman. “So let’s have some fun.” The room was starting to pick up energy once more. Cindy’s suggestion lived up the group. “Have something in mind?” Joan was still nude of course, having not brought any cloths of her own and refused to borrow any from the sisters. “Ever played suicide spin?” Cindy grinned. A couple girls nodded, most frowned or shook their heads. “It’s a spin the bottle draw the card type game, like pleasure and pain, but with a lot more pain and fatality cards.” “Sounds fun” Joan grinned “How about we play until the two of you snuff it?” Either because of daring bravado or meek politeness the other girls quickly agreed with the naked brunet’s suggestion. 2------------------------------------------ “OK. We really only need a deck of cards and a bottle, but we’re also going to want a knife, a sledge hamer-“ “Why would we have a sledgehammer?” Jan interrupted. “There’s one in the basement.” Stacy corrected. “Why do we have a sledgehammer!?!?!” Jan asked with shock. “A couple of bricks, a-“ “First aid kit” Alison insisted. “Coward.” Joan playfully teased. “If I die, I die. But I’m not going to bleed out if I don’t have to.” “Bathroom upstairs, bottom shelf” Jan instructed “We have a first aid kit?” Stacy asked, genuinely confused. As the girls set up the room to fit around the small table there was a knock at the door. Joan bounded off to answer before the others could as much as react. A tall leanly muscled man in his mid-twenties with a wavy main of brown hair was standing outside dressed in a red light sweater. A garrote hung loosely in his hand. Joan puffed out her bare chest out as she casually stood in the door way, blocking Don from coming inside. “Uh, hi.” He glanced down at the naked girl’s body, apparently unsure if he should maintain eye contact. “Are Stacy and Jan home, and uh, alive?” “You must be uncle Don. Jan and Stacy have told me all about you. So, you and Aubrey are getting on well then? Or are you thinking about getting a new wife?” Joan knew exactly what the cold was doing to her nipples, and flaunted them with only the barest pretext of subtlety. “Jesus! Between you and Rachel, Aubrey’s going to be lucky to last a year.” Jan ran up to let Donnie in while Joan gave her a ‘you knew I would try’ look. “Hey Don, come on in” “Thanks” His eyes lingered on the nude Joan before facing his niece. “You didn’t say how you wanted to go so I brought a garrote. Wanda thought-” “Good! We need one!” Cindy yelled from the other room. Donnie gave Jan a confused look. “We decided to play a snuff game. Let fate decide our, well…fate. You’re welcome to watch if you want.” “No he isn’t!” Joan interrupted, grabbing his arm and unsubtly pressing her soft body against his. “You’re welcome to play.” “Joan!” Jan chided “It’s a snuff game!” “Not only. He can just give all his bad draws to you.” Normally Jan would have liked this kind of compromise, she might even have suggested it, but miffed at being both contradicted and beaten to a good idea, she walked back into the living room, transparently annoyed. “I don’t really mind either way” Donnie said, trying to act a peace keeper. “Good then you’ll play.” Joan hung in his arm loosely as she led the tall man into the room with the other girls. 3---------------------------------------------------- “OK, rule are simple. Someone spins the bottle, doesn’t matter who. The girl, or guy, it points to draws a card. I’ve written down what the cards mean in case I bite it early” Cindy gestured to a sheet of paper on the simple table. “And if Don gets a bad card he gives it to Jan or Stacy. Since it’s their snuff not-party, we keep playing until they’re both dead.” “And if the bottle picks you, you take something off” Roxy added “What if you haven’t got anything left?” Joan asked seductively, her adventurous eyes locked on Don. “Then we get to stare at your pretty tits.” Cindy answered. “You’d do that anyway.” Joan squeezed her chest with her forearms and wiggled her round orbs at the blond woman. “OK, let’s play” K kill- pick a person and a method Q clean-pick your own death J thief-you can take one card from someone 10 bend-break something (your choice) 9 fine- take a non permanent punishment (group's choice) 8 hate-group decides your best feature, destroy it 7 heaven-pick another player to pleasure you 6 pricks-if there is a guy fuck him, otherwise, get something up your vag 5 dive-smother, choke, or drown 4 gore-get something sharp and open up 3 free-skip one card of your choice 2 screw-pick someone and make them cum A grace-anyone can switch a card with you Jan gave the glass bottle a firm spin. It slowed to a stop on the blue haired Roxy. “Good start” The skinny woman said as she untied her small top. Letting it drop she wiggled her small round breasts, flaunting her tiny brown tits. Playfully, she grabbed a card “Four, gore. Wow. This is a fast game.” Taking a deep breath she picked up the large carving knife from the table. Her eager bravado seemed to falter as she eyed the gleaming blade. “I was kind of hoping to last a few rounds. Well…” She placed the tip of the knife tip against her flat white belly, watching the gleam of the metal against her skin. She looked up at her hosts. “It was a great not-party. I’m, uh, glad I came.” She took another deep breath. “Time to get the party started.” She grimaced in pain as she drove the shining blade into her soft skin. Her mouth whimpered silently as she began to draw the blade upward, parting her soft flesh with the sharp metal. “Sexy, girl! You always knew how to put on a show.” Stacy yelled. Roxy gave her an appreciative grimace. Before the blade reached her ribs, the neon haired beauty froze. Her whole body was tense, her face grimacing in pain. Her eyes screwed shut, tears streaming down her “Need a hand?” Erika asked, a hair too eagerly. Roxy nodded silently, muscles tight as she willed herself not to move. Not to thrash and scream in pain as the searing agony of the blade burned inside her. Erika crawled over, her hanging breasts opening up her deep cleavage for the others to enjoy. Gently, she placed her white hand over Roxy’s blood stained fingers. Slowly she took the knife. Still tensed, Roxy carefully withdrew her arm. She let out a sharp gasp as the blond swiftly finished the cut up to her ribcage. Tenderly, Erika withdrew the steel blade. “Time to see your sexy bits.” Erika whispered as she set the tool aside. She reached for Roxy’s long red gash. With surprising quickness, the blue haired woman’s bloody finger’s wrapped around Erika’s feminine wrist, her pained eye’s still screwed shut. The blonde froze, watching Roxy carefully to see what the gutted woman would do. Slowly, deliberately, Roxy let go of Erika’s hand and moved her own red fingers toward her open belly. With a shuttering whimper she reached inside, feeling her own slick guts. Grabbing a handful, she pulled at her body, spilling pink and grey intestines out onto the carpeted floor. Krissy was pail as a ghost, she looked as though she might bolt from the room at any moment. Joan was watching Donnie, trying to figure out how best to suggest he do the same to his wife. The rest watched Roxy pull more and more of herself out of her open belly with a mix of sympathy, and primal excitement. Roxy finally opened her eyes to look down at the slick mass intertwined between her fingers. The slender girl gagged. Her bloodless face stared in shock at the twisted mass that was her body. Her chest spasmed and her throat retched as she tried to puke. The room watched her stomach contract uselessly. Roxy sat there, mouth open as she retched, trying to vomit. She looked up at her friends, tongue hanging out, head wobbling unsteadily upon her slender neck. With another pitiful gag, her eyes rolled back and the slender girl slumped to the side, not quite dead, but close enough. 4---------------------------------------------- “Well, that’s one way to start the game.” Cindy said as she spun the bottle, Krissy somehow turned a whiter shade of pale as it came to rest pointing at her. “You’re not nervous are you?” Stacy teased. “Knock it off.” Jan chided. “Or should I tell everyone how you hurled at your first snuff party?” “And yet somehow got more dick out of it than you did.” Her sister retorted. “When you two are done pulling the stuffing out of each other’s bras.” Alison snidely remarked. Stacy stuck a long pink tongue at the ebony beauty. Eyeing the deck nervously, Krissy slowly peeled off her shirt, her pleasing fleshy breasts rested in her light blue bra. Hand visibly shaking, she then drew her card. Ten of Diamonds. “Oof, bad luck kiddo.” Joan sympathized. “At least we have the sledge. Trust me, it hurts a lot more when it takes a couple whacks.” “So what do you want to lose?” Erika asked, fingering the hammer. “Hold up” Allison interrupted “This is Jan and Stacy’s party, so if anyone else needs help I think they should have the fun.” Erika shrugged. “I’m fine with that.” Krissy sat there a moment, trying to think through the undeniably absurd choice of which bone she wanted to break. As she thought about it, the decision came down to her job. She was an office worker, loss of an arm could mean getting fired, if she lasted till mourning, and that would mean she’d be dead by the end of the week. In the end, it wasn’t much of a choice. “Left leg please.” She let out a nervous breath. She couldn’t believe she just said that. “OK” Stacy grabbed the hammer before her sister could react. “But you are wearing way too many jeans for that kind of shot.” Face burning red, Krissy unbuckled her snug trousers. She slid them down to her ankles, bearing her thick and naked pussy to the room. “Shaved and pantieless. Guess I’m not the only one who was expecting to get laid today.” Joan cocked an eyebrow at the redhead. “Games just getting started.” Cindy added. The tall blond gave Donnie a meaningful look. “Here lie back and lift your leg.” Krissy complied as Alison slid two bricks under her shin. The redhead’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she leaned back on her arms. “Ready?” Stacy asked, smiling down at the other woman. Biting her lip nervously, Krissy nodded up at the blond. The crack of the bone was overshadowed by the scream that erupted from Krissy’s lips. Back arched she let out a primal howl, mostly from the fear, but also from the pain. “There, there.” Alison comforted the redhead, pressing her freckled head against the ebony woman’s ample chest. “Once we’re done here we’ll drive you down to the hospital and get you all fixed up. OK.” Taking a big gulp, Krissy nodded. Tears were streaming from her face. “Dr Jefferson’s not working there tonight is he?” Joan asked. “He’s more likely to take the leg off than splint it.” “No” Allison stroked a lock of Krissy’s hair out of her face and gently let the girl rest her head on her firm thigh. “He’s on vacation in Jerusalem” “Don’t worry” Cindy said, trying to comfort to the sobbing Krissy as she reached for the bottle. “We all had a pretty low tolerance the first few months. You’ll toughen up in no time.” “If you live past today” Erika added teasingly as her sister spun to pick the next girl. 5----------------------------------- It came to rest pointing at Erika. The younger sister cocked an eyebrow at the glass vessel. “Ya know, I really kinda deserved that.” The blond said as she pulled her v-neck over her platinum blond locks. Her succulent breasts were held by a leaf green bra. She leaned over, letting them dangle as she drew a card. Three of clubs, skip a card of your choice. “Well, I guess someone likes me better than I thought” “Not too well” Cindy gave the bottle another spin “Or you’d have a dick in you be now.” “Like you said, games just getting started.” The glass came to rest pointing back at the tall blond. She slipped off her top as well to show that the sisters had matched underwear as well as their outer layer. She tossed the shirt aside carelessly as she drew the card. Nine of diamonds. “I don’t suppose having a dick up my ass would count as punishment?” “Not the way you like it.” Her sister replied. “So? What’s it gonna be?” “I think Jan and Stacy should pick” Allison said, still stoking Krissy’s head. The woman had an expression of pained discomfort on her freckled face as the shock began to wear off and her broken leg began to ache. “And I think Erika should pick” Stacy replied “She knows her sister best” “So? Dick in the ass then?” Cindy asked, looking expectantly at her sister Erika ginned evilly at the taller woman, then looked at the glass patio door. “No, I think you should go sit outside.” Cindy shot her sister an angry glare. “I’ll get you for this.” “Just until the bottle comes to you next.” Jan added. Stacy gave a ‘that’s fair’ shrug. “Oh, but leave your bra.” The blonde added. Cindy dropped the green cloth, revealing two round pink nipples atop her modest breasts. She walked over to the glass door. As she opened it, she scrunched her face in discomfort. With a sigh of resignation, the tall, topless woman stepped out into the cold. Closing the door behind her she groaned a quiet protest as she wiggled her dainty toes. She turned around to face the other girls inside, wrapping her arms around her slender body and stamping her bare feet in the crusty white snow. She tried to be thankful that it was a relatively warm day for the time of year. “No, sit!” Erika yelled through the glass at her sister The blond grimaced as she bent down and planted her ass firmly in the cold snow. She felt the freezing water seam into her jeans as her body’s heat melted the surrounding white. The icy cold water seeped into her cotton panties, freezing her delicate snatch. She rubbed her arms up and down her bare skin, making her small breasts jiggle as she tried to keep herself warm. 6-------------------------------- Erika took over her sister’s duty and spun for the next card. The girls all seemed to breathe a little faster as it landed on Donnie. His nieces watched him with particular intensity as he took off his sweater. “Just to be fair” He added as her also removed the grey t-shirt beneath. Donnie was a well-muscled, if not overly bulky, man. The woman drank up the toned ripples of his body as he drew is card. Ace of diamonds, anyone may give their card to Donnie. Jan gave a sigh of relief, before realizing that the next death card would certainly be hers. Another spin chose Stacy. The blond woman flirtly removed her white shorts. As she slid the white cloth across her skin, the shorts seemed to cling to her smooth thighs like a jealous lover. She made sure the room got a clear view of her shaved cooch before drawing her card. King of clubs. “So” Stacy grinned and slowly surveyed the room, making sure to look each woman in the eye. “I pick someone to die…and how.” She examined each woman once more. Alison swallowed nervously as the Stacy’s eyes lingered on her impressive rack. “I, pick…Me! Getting strangled to death while Donnie fucks me senseless.” Alison let out a sigh of relief. Stacy hurriedly pulled her shirt off. Her perky breasts bounced excitedly as she moved. “Odd choice.” Erika noted. “Why? I’m not going to live through this game, might as well have some fun.” She held the garrote against her neck, as though it was a neckless the cheerful woman was thinking about wearing. Donnie stripped to his socks, his long thick member already erect from the plethora of nubile young flesh on display around him. She wrapped the thin wire around her throat and got down on all fours, presenting her enticing behind to Donnie. He got up behind her. She let out a hum of pleasure as he slid his throbbing member into her with familiar ease. “Don’t waste my time, OK?” Stacy handed Donnie the handles to the garrote. Donnie responded by slamming his hips against hers, eliciting a surprised but pleased grunt from his niece. She wasted no time in fucking him back. The group watched lustfully, most of them obviously touching themselves, as Donnie pounded Stacy’s wet cunt. Groaning with lust, the wavy haired blonde lowered her torso to the floor, pressing her firm tits into the carpet as she rubbed her sensitive clit. She moaned lustfully into the carpet. With a stifled gurgle, the young woman’s blond head was yanked back up as Donnie pulled on the wires with one toned arm, the other muscular limb steadying her hips as he continued to pound the gagging woman ruthlessly. Stacy’s green eyes were wide as her air was cut off. She redoubled her effort, trying to pull every ounce of pleasure from her life while it was still hers. The enthusiastic woman did not last long. Above her swaying tits, Stacy’s gleaming eyes bulged and her soft lips turned blue. Her thick, awkward tongue hung loosely from her mouth as she drooled helplessly, strangled be the unforgiving wire. But her pussy. Her pussy was on blissful fire. She rolled her eyes back as her as Donnie’s cock assailed her greedy cunt with lustful pleasure. Her skilled fingers grew clumsy and slow as her body starved of oxygen, but every gentile brush against her dripping sex sent tremors of ecstasy through her young body. Her vison blurred, dark spots appearing over her sight. She paid it no mind. She had lost all notion of her body. The biting cord, her burning lungs, they were just the merest distractions from the waves of pleasure which occupied her dying mind. Her body twitched aimlessly, spasming in her final throws. Donnie shot his load into the dying cunt, and Stacy went still. 7----------------------- After making sure she was dead, Joan and Jan tossed Stacy’s limp body off to the side and resumed the game. The next spin fell on Jan. She took off her baggy grey top, leaving on the matching sweatpants. Her small pert nipples were erect on her lovely breasts, and a dark stain on her pants showed how she had cum while watching her sister die. She took a deep breath. This was it, she knew. She was ready to die. Eight of diamonds. She would have to wait a little longer. And it would not be a pleasant wait. “OK girls. What do I lose?” She cupped her breasts suggestively as she looked at the room, waiting for them to pick what part of her would be maimed. “Eyes” Joan said without a moment’s hesitation. “Eyes” Cindy quickly agreed “You know, I wasn’t sure before, but now that it’s out there. Your eyes really are your best feature.” Alison thoughtfully added. Pressing her lips together in annoyed disappointment, Jan took a moment before grinning widely at the group. “OK then, eyes it is.” The topless woman grabbed the bloody carving knife. She held the lid of one sparkling blue-green orb open with one hand as the blade moved closer and closer to her face. She paused a few centimeters from her crystal eye, she could feel her heart pounding behind her soft chest. She tried to will herself to bring the knife closer, to pierce that shining orb within her head. She couldn’t. Exasperated and shocked with her own weakness, she quickly set the blade down. “OK. You girls are going to have to hold me.” “No problem” Cindy crawled over playfully “Just lie back.” The platinum blond straddled her bare chested hostess, pinning the woman’s arms to her prone body with her firm legs. “Hold her head, would ya?” “Sure” Joan put her own bare thighs on either side of Jan’s blond head. She reached down and caringly grabbed Jan’s chin, holding her head firmly, but without any discomfort. “Ready?” Cindy asked “Sure” Jan lied. Though Cindy was wasting no time, the cruel blade seemed to creep toward her as Jan watched it with growing terror. Her breaths were quick and shallow. She fidgeted underneath her friends as Cindy pulled her lids wide apart. The platinum blond holding the blade thought that she could almost feel the Jan’s heart race through her still clothed cunt pressed against the woman’s chest. Jan shrieked as her legs kicked wildly into the air. What she could move thrashed helplessly underneath the two women as Cindy carefully placed the blue green eye on the table with bloody fingers. Jan didn’t even feel the other eye cut from her, her mind still reeling from the pain of the first as her world was engulfed in darkness. Cindy and Joan held the thrashing girl firmly until she slowly regained control. “There you are, all done. Now was that so bad?” “You should try it some time.” Jan replied defensively. Her hands grouped her face. She hissed and pulled them back as her probing fingers found the bloody sockets her eyes once filled. Almost immediately her tone cooled. “Not the worst pain I’ve felt. But watching that knife come at you is horrible.” She grouped around on the carpet, her face dripping red blood down her chin as she tried to find her bearings. “And I’m not liking being blind either.” “Least you won’t have to get used to it” Joan joked as she spun the bottle. 8---------------------------------------------------- Krissy whimpered as Alison shifted her so she could pull off her pink sweater. The brown bra that held her heavy tits blended into her dark skin, giving the impression of nippleless nudity. Alison let out a halting gasp as the ebony beauty leaned over her to draw her card. Jack of hearts. “Boring” Cindy commented as she spun the bottle. “This game? I’ll take boring” The bottle came to rest pointing at the buxom black woman once more. “See, even the bottle thought it was boring.” Alison tossed her bra aside, her large black nipples hung over Krissy’s freckled head as she leaned to pick another card. King of diamonds, the kill another player card. The dark woman looked outside. Cindy was shivering violently in the cold. Her feet felt like they were on fire. She then looked down at Krissy in her lap. The redhead seemed to whimper at every slight motion. Her eyes finally rested on Jan, whose head turned sharply toward every subtle noise. “Jan, slit your throat.” The dirty blonde’s face didn’t betray any emotion. In truth, Jan didn’t really feel any change in emotion. She had already made peace with the fact she was about to die today, the fact it was about to happen just clarified the when and how. “Could someone hand me the knife?” Jan blindly extended her arm straight out in front of her. Ericka placed the blade, red with use, into Jan’s waiting palm. She placed the sharp tip against her soft throat. It pressed slightly, dimpling her skin. “Thanks everyone for coming, it meant a lot to me and my sister.” With those final words Jan drove the blade into her throat. She mouthed a silent gasp of pain as the steel pierced her neck. With a jerk she pulled the knife out violently, spotting Alison’s amble bosom and Krissy’s freckled face with red. Jan’s arm fall limply to the floor, as red spurted from her open wound. Her feminine body fell back with a thud against couch. Her pretty mouth kept opening and closing, like a fish out of water. Each wordless motion let out a pitiful bubbling gasp as pink froth built along the corners of her mouth. Red blood sprayed down her white throat and across her small breasts. Her body began to spasm, arms and legs flopping uselessly as she slid down to the carpet. With a final, gurgling breath, Jan’s tender body went limp. 9------------------------------------------------------ Alison motioned for Cindy to come back inside. The tall woman was shivering violently. She walked hesitantly onto the carpet, her feet felt as though she was stepping on shattered glass. Erika ran over and wrapped an arm around her sister’s freezing body. The older woman seemed to be trying to say something, but her teeth were chattering so violently that nothing came out. Cindy walked slowly, leaning heavily on the other woman. Each step a painful trial. “Mind if we stick around and get sis warmed up?” “I’m leaving now to get Krissy fixed up.” The buxom woman didn’t bother to dress. Her large breasts moved unhindered as she helped Krissy up and put the wounded woman’s arm over her dark shoulder. The redhead let out a number of pained yelps. Her bare and broken leg dragged at an odd angle as they walked. “We can take Roxy’s car.” Joan grouped through Roxy’s bloody skirt, calmly pushing aside coils of intestines in search of the keys, which she quickly found. Setting them aside on the table, she turned to Donnie. “Need help with the clean up?” “No, a couple of sisters are coming by in…about 30 minutes, to get the house in order. Take any meat you want though.” “Any meat?” She crawled over to the reclining man and began to tenderly lick his naked cock. “I never did get a card” Donnie drew a card and leaned back, enjoying Joan’s practiced tongue. After looking at the draw curiously he showed it to Joan. Five of diamonds, the choke card. “Just make sure I wake back up” Joan said smiling, gathering her long dark hair in her hand, as she took the entirety of Donnie’s long cock down her skillful throat, pressing her nose firmly into his strong abdomen. -End-