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Payton lowered his head. "Not as sorry as you will be soon."
With the flick of his wrist, he raised the knife and sliced off a chunk of her cheek. The flesh went flying, blood poured down the side of her face, coating her neck. The woman’s cries were late in coming. At first all she could do was gasp, then like she was suffocating, she gagged, trying to draw in breath. Then the screaming started. Payton cut her clothes off, exposing the flesh beneath. Sagging breasts tumbled out, as he went to work on the pants. The woman jerked and did a weak and pathetic job of fighting as he cut.
To my shock and surprise, my pussy was getting wet watching her scream and struggle. If she’d been brought here to be punished she’d done something awful, something that warranted this treatment. The thought of a trash human being hurt for vengeance made strange thoughts swirl in my mind. At one time I would have been horrified and repulsed by what I watched. Now? It was almost like porn. Sexually exciting. A forbidden, voyeuristic fantasy happening right before my eyes. Behind me I could hear Drake’s breathing grow heavy. Was he thinking the same thing?
Once the pants had been cut away, Payton grabbed the ax again. Rather than hold it the right way, he flipped it upside down, the head pointing down. He took the base of the handle and pressed it between her legs. Holy shit. Was he going to do what I thought he was about to do?
Sure enough the woman bucked and screamed as the thick wooden handle was shoved into her cunt. She bellowed in agony and violation. Payton squinted his eyes tight, obviously not wanting to watch what he was doing. He thrust the handle in and out of her, violently raping her with the tool. The woman kicked at him, hitting him with her damaged foot, and a whole new set of screams birthed forth from her mouth.
When Payton finally pulled the handle out, the end was slick with blood. Seeing it, Payton turned his head and gagged before vomiting on the leaves. His device must have buzzed again because he lifted his wrist to look and sobbed after reading.
He scrabbled on the ground to find his knife before turning back to the woman. In a quick motion, he grabbed her nose with his free hand and sawed at the base with the knife cutting it off her face. My breathing trembled in and out, coming in deep slow breaths. Unconsciously, my hand had slid under my waistband. My fingers slipped and slid around my pussy, masterbating as I watched. My clit throbbed, swollen and hungry. The sound of her screams and the way Payton’s muscles flexed as he cut her made the whole scene even more erotic.
Drake pressed against me, getting a closer look. I turned, keeping my eyes on the display, but tilting my lips toward his ear. "I’m not attracted to Payton, but this whole thing is kind of hot. Am I crazy for saying that?" My whisper was barely loud enough for him to hear me over the painful shrieks.
As an answer, Drake grabbed my hips and pressed himself into me. The warmth of his chest on my back made me gasp. The press of his rock hard cock into my ass made me grin.
"You know what I thought was hot?" Drake breathed into my ear.
"What?" I asked, rubbing my clit faster, my heart rate skyrocketing.
"When you killed that guy in the bunker. Watching you fuck him up? I thought I was gonna come in my pants. You were so fucking sexy. There’s nothing better than watching you punish people. Is that bad?"
I shook my head, still watching Payton. His hands covered in blood, he began to cut off the woman’s lips. The skin pulled taught in his fingers as he sawed away. The screams were even more ragged now, wet from the blood in her mouth and pouring down the ruined hole that had once been her nose. When the lips had been severed, she looked like she had a massive grimacing smile, bloody teeth showing through as she screamed her guts out.
Reaching back, I clasped a hand full of Drake’s hair, pulling his ear to my lips. "Fuck me. Right here. Right now." I took a shuddering breath before adding, "And make it hurt."
He growled deep in his chest and yanked my pants down. I leaned my chest against a tree, eyes still locked on the murder taking place before me. A dance of crimson, a ballad of blood, a lullaby of agony.
Drake’s tongue slithered across my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit. Pulsing in and out of my body in lascivious twists and turns. I grew wetter by the second as he worked, all while Payton chopped off the woman’s other ear. Her screams were mad, psychotic, her mind broken by the pain.
When Drake rammed a finger into my pussy, I sucked in a breath, deep and satisfied. His digit flexed and slid deep within me, then, once it was wet, he pulled it free and slid it into my asshole. The tight painful stretch as he entered me made my jaw drop, his tongue still suckled at my clit as he loosened me. Icy hot pain slowly became accepted. An excited and terrified tremor ran through me when I understood what he was about to do. I shouldn’t have, but I wanted it. I wanted him to take me roughly. I wanted him to hurt me with his cock, to slam it into a spot it wasn’t meant to go. Thoughts of the approaching pain and pleasure almost made me come right then and there.
Payton was openly sobbing now, but he continued to work. The woman was still making noises, but they weren’t screams anymore, they were the gargling barks of madness. Then Drake stood, pulling his finger free. I ached for him to be inside me, to hurt me while making me feel good. I slipped my fist between my teeth, ready to bite down when he entered me.
Behind me, barely audible through the screams, he spat on his cock, pressed it to my asshole, and shoved himself inside me. I bit into my fingers hard, and my left eye welled with a single tear as he stretched me. Possibly tore me. White hot fire erupted where he was entering. It should have been agonizing, it was agonizing, but it also made my pussy drip despite the pain. Every inch that slid into me was like taking all of Drake into my body, like we were truly and fully becoming one.
A dozen yards away, Payton was throwing up again. The woman’s head looked like nothing more than a bloody skull, Yet somehow she was still alive. After wiping his mouth, Payton went to cut her eyelids off.
Drake was fully inside me now. The thought that I might be bleeding didn’t even faze me. I sucked at my index finger, imagining it was his throbbing cock, the same cock that was buried in my asshole. With one hand, Drake wrapped an arm around me, helping support my weight, the other slipped down my stomach to my dripping wet cunt, three fingers vanishing into me. I moaned as he began thrusting them in and out of me while rocking his cock inside me, grinding his dick deeper, Drake filling both my holes. Agony dripping with pleasure. Searing discomfort with each thrust. Yet with every movement, I became more aroused. God, why did I enjoy the pain?
In minutes, my climax drew near, the pressure building into an explosion ready to blow. Huge and powerful, I didn’t even know what would happen when I came—I’d never orgasmed with a cock in my ass before. The ecstasy mixed with agony, it shouldn’t have been this good, but it was.
"Oh god," Drake whispered, barely audible above the night breeze. "You’re sexy, Dahlia. Your ass is so fucking tight. I love it."
That was all it took to send me over the edge. Him saying he loved my body and the way it made him feel. He wasn’t saying he loved me, but it was close enough. I bit into my finger to stifle the screams and whimpers of pleasure that tried to burst out of my mouth. The waves of orgasm ripped through me. The muscles of my ass flexed as I came, the thick dick inside me making the pulse of the orgasm even stronger. All of it happening in dead silence.
My chest and shoulder jerked, my climax shuddering through my entire body. Drake kept plunging his fingers into me as he ground his cock inside me. I’d almost lost all track of time and space as I continued to ride wave after wave. Finally, with two quick pulses of his hips, Drake bit into my shoulder to stifle his own grunt of ecstasy. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he filled my ass with his cum. I smiled as he climaxed, strangely satisfied to have given him those moments of pleasure. Again, I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair as he planted small kisses along my neck and shoulders.
In the clearing, the woman was twitching from what must have been a pain induced seizure. Her eyes gaped out, looking twice as big as they should without lids—the rest of her face having been carved off the skull like visage—gargled and spat blood while convulsing. Payton again picked up the ax, this time holding it the correct way. His eyes were red and wet, as he straddled the woman, staring down at her destroyed face.
"I’m sorry," Payton sobbed as he lifted the ax over his head.
Watching him bring the ax back, I slid a hand under my shirt, grasping a nipple. When he flexed and arced the blade down in a devastating curve onto the woman’s forehead, I twisted hard, sending another sharp burst of pain through me and a second much less powerful orgasm flexed within me. My ass spasmed around Drake’s cock once more. The victim’s skull split in two; gray matter and blood burst out of her like her head was a watermelon
Drake pulled himself free of me, tucking away his privates, and grabbing both of our weapons from the ground. There was still work to be done. As much as I wanted to rest and hold Drake, we still had to finish the night. After yanking my pants and panties back up, I took my knife. Payton shuffled away from the body, heading in what must have been the direction of the house. If we waited until he was past us, we could jump him.
No part of me actually wanted to kill Payton, but Sam had taught me long ago it was easier not to fight. At least not in moments like this. One day I would fight back, and I would kill the fucker slowly, like Payton had killed that woman. The only difference was I’d cut his goddamn cock off too.
