Saint Valentine's Day Massacre
“Promise not to embarrass me?”
Lyra stopped and raised an accusatory eyebrow at her lady, who simply kept looking ahead as if nothing strange was happening at all. They were nearing their destination, the Scratch household, and Lyra thought she was being perfectly well-behaved. In fact, Lyra couldn’t think of a time she had ever embarrassed Bon-Bon, let alone when they were doing something with another couple.
“Uh… Excuse me?” said Lyra, just a bit offended. “How could I possibly embarrass you?”
“This dinner is important to me, Ly. I don’t want Vinyl to think we’re crazy or something. You only get one chance to make a first impression.” Bon-Bon finally locked eyes with Lyra, as if she was a mother admonishing her child. “Just know, if you even say the word ‘horse’, you’re sleeping on the couch.”
“What if one of them asks?”
“Why would either of them ever ask you about horses?!” Bon-Bon was simultaneously annoyed and amused by her girlfriend. Lyra was, to put it bluntly, a goof. She was silly, over-the-top, and had a zany fascination (bordering on obsession) with horses. She had a tendency of grating against some of the couple’s more grounded friends, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Octavia. Even though they had only known her for a few months, Octavia just seemed to click with Lyra and Bon-Bon. That was before, when it was just the three of them. This was the first time Lyra and Bon-Bon would meet Octavia’s wife. This was Valentine’s Day, and everything had to be perfect.
Perfect meant no horses, and Bon-Bon felt the need to remind Lyra of this.
“Alright, fine. I’ll be boring, just for you.” Lyra leaned in and kissed Bon-Bon on the cheek. “I’d hate to scare off our new friends.”
“Thank you. I promise, I’ll make it worth your while when we get home,” said Bon-Bon with a smirk. She looked down at her phone, which was displaying the text from Octavia that told them the proper address. “Hm. I think we might’ve passed it…”
“Nope.” Lyra pointed forward, where they saw a very unique car. It was bright white, with an electric blue stripe along the side and a massive speaker mounted near the trunk. Only one person in the world would have a car like that, and that would be the Vinyl. “22 Manticore Lane, right?”
“Yup. Alright, then, let’s go.” The two approached the home, strolling up the driveway and stopping at the door. Bon-Bon reached forward and rang the doorbell. Instead of the bell chimes of a typical doorbell, the couple were instead greeted with intense blasts of electronica that seemed to shake the very house itself. A few short moments later and the door was opened.
Octavia was a bit older than Lyra and Bon-Bon, in her mid thirties, but she carried with her a mature sort of beauty that Bon-Bon envied. She had a very womanly, motherly form, her tits at least a cup size bigger than Bon-Bon’s. She wore a deep blue dress, infinitely nicer and more expensive-looking than what Bon-Bon was wearing. Octavia gave the couple a small smile, which Lyra and Bon-Bon returned in full force.
“Lyra, Bonnie, so good to see you,” said Octavia. “You’ll have to forgive us, we’re running a bit late. M—” She stopped herself suddenly, shaking her head slightly. “Vinyl. Vinyl is just getting ready. She’ll be down shortly.”
Lyra and Bon-Bon nodded, waiting awkwardly. Octavia stood in the doorway, not budging for several moments. She seemed unsure of what to do, nervously glancing over her shoulder.
“Uh… Can we come in?” asked Lyra. Octavia blinked, giving another glance over her shoulder.
“I… Yes. That would be fine. Please, come in.” Octavia stepped aside, gesturing for the two to enter. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not right in my head. Flustered about tonight, you know?”
Octavia led Lyra and Bon-Bon into her home, bringing them to the living room. The two sat down on the couch, waiting for the last of their group. Strangely, Octavia never sat down. She just stood there, fidgeting nervously. Bon-Bon thought it was strange, but Lyra didn’t think so. To her, it just seemed like a nervous tic, like twirling one’s hair or chewing one’s fingernails.
“Can I get you anything? Drinks?” offered Octavia.
“No, thank you, we’re fine,” said Lyra. “Are you okay, Tavi? You seem nervous.”
“A bit, yes. I’ll admit, I’ve never entertained guests before, not in Miss Vinyl’s home, anyway.” Octavia began tapping her foot, her breathing beginning to quicken. “I’m a bit afraid I’ll make an arse of myself.”
Lyra and Bon-Bon shared a glance, which said to Octavia that she had, indeed, made an arse of herself.
“Uh… Did you just call her ‘Miss’ Vinyl?” asked Bon-Bon. Octavia blushed bright red, unable to look her friends in the eye.
“Damn it… This is embarrassing…”
“You guys have some sort of BDSM thing going on?” asked Lyra. Bon-Bon harshly elbowed her in the ribs. “Ow! What? She just called her wife ‘Miss’, I just want answers.”
“You’ve been telling them that we’re married?”
Whereas Lyra and Bon-Bon turned, Octavia stood stock-still upon hearing Vinyl’s voice. She approached the three, coming to a stop next to Octavia. She looked incredible, wearing a white black vest over her white shirt and pants. She carried herself with confidence that Lyra could only hope to imitate. Everything about Vinyl exuded coolness, from her smirk to her stance to the general swagger of her walk.
“N-no, ma’am. I have not,” said Octavia.
“So now you’re calling our guests liars?” Vinyl’s smirk grew only more devious with Octavia’s continued nervousness. “That kind of disrespect isn’t going to get you far in this life, Tavia.”
“Uh… She never said you were married,” said Bon-Bon. “We just kinda assumed…”
“Yeah, I know, I just like giving her a hard time.” There was an audible smack as Vinyl brought her hand in fiercely to cup Octavia’s ass. While she was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, Octavia didn’t stop Vinyl from groping her in front of company. “Besides, she knows I’d never marry her. Your wife should be someone you can bring home to meet your mom, but this one…” She gave Octavia a firm kiss on the cheek. “This dirty girl would make my mom faint.”
“So… Just girlfriend, then?” Bon-Bon didn’t really know how to respond to the situation. It was easily the strangest interaction she had ever had with another couple.
“Eh… Some days, she’s my girlfriend,” said Vinyl. “If I’m in a good mood…”
“Cool!” said Lyra, entirely oblivious to just how weird this was. “So what is it that you guys are into, exactly? Bondage? Whips? Rope?” Bon-Bon elbowed Lyra again, twice as hard. “Ow! Quit it!”
“I’m so sorry for her,” said Bon-Bon.
“Nah, it’s cool. Anyway, you guys ready to go?” asked Vinyl. Lyra and Bon-Bon nodded, standing up to join the other “couple”. Vinyl patted Octavia’s ass again before suddenly hiking up her dress, leaning back to inspect her. “No panties, good. You remembered. Alright, gang, let’s roll.”
Lyra and Bon-Bon followed Vinyl and Octavia out of the house, one of them curious and the other profoundly uncomfortable. She was far less adventurous than her partner, the sort of girl who thought sexual matters should be kept private and behind closed doors. At the same time, she wasn’t one to judge, and so she kept her discomfort to herself. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, a day for love. Love took all sorts of forms.
This one was a strange one, for sure.
“Come on, just a round of drinks! I’ll call you guys a cab to get you home, don’t worry about it.”
Lyra and Bon-Bon stopped, arm-in-arm, just outside of Vinyl’s door. Lyra herself was eager to join their new friend for drinks, but Bon-Bon was a bit more apprehensive. Not much of a drinker in the best of situations, she certainly didn’t want to partake in alcohol with someone she had just met. It didn’t help much that everything about Vinyl made her profoundly uncomfortable, from the way she spoke to her “girlfriend” to the almost tangible fear and anxiety emanating from Octavia throughout the entirety of their dinner.
“Oh, Bon-Bon is working tomorrow,” pointed out Octavia, halfway through the door. Vinyl stood between her and the couple, so the best Octavia could do was half-heartedly protest. “We don’t want to be getting her drunk, that would be—”
“I didn’t say you could talk.” Vinyl’s voice had shifted from its earlier, teasing tone. Now, it was cold, intimidating, harsh. “She’s a grown ass woman, she can make her own decisions. Unlike you.”
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“I guess one drink couldn’t hurt,” said Lyra, still more curious than concerned in regards to Vinyl and Octavia’s relationship. Unlike her partner, Lyra was a bit more adventurous, and far more perverted. She definitely wanted a chance to see more about how the two got on, hopefully even a bit looser and open once a few drinks were in their system. “But, it’s up to the missus. What do you say, Bon?”
“Well…” Bon-Bon glanced from Octavia to Vinyl, her gaze finally landing on Lyra’s eager grin. Bon shrugged, deciding that Lyra had been exceptionally well-behaved at dinner. A drink or two couldn’t hurt. “Wouldn’t want to be rude. Let’s do it.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” said Vinyl with a grin. “Come on in, then. I’ve got a hell of a barmaid.”
Vinyl ushered the couple into the house, leading the way to the living room. She gestured towards the couch, where her guests took a seat. Vinyl decided to park herself on her coffee table to be able to properly look at her new friends, while Octavia nervously stood behind her.
“So, what do you guys drink?” asked Vinyl. “I’ve got about everything. Call me a party girl.”
“Bonnie’s a lightweight like you would not believe,” chuckled Lyra, gently nudging her now-blushing girlfriend.
“Yeah… I guess I am,” admitted Bon.
“Say no more. Tavia may not do much right, but boy can she make a hell of a strawberry sunrise.” Vinyl grinned at the slight discomfort Bon-Bon was displaying. “And you, Ly… You strike me as a Manhattan kind of girl. Am I right or am I right?” Lyra nodded, her grin matching Vinyl’s. “Thought so. Tavia, get on that, will ya? I’d hate to embarass you in front of our new friends here.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am,” said Octavia shakily. She gave a bit of a bow, almost as if by reflex, and crossed the room to head to the kitchen bar to begin mixing their cocktails. Vinyl watched her walk away, partly to make sure that she was holding her hands behind her back while she walked (as per Vinyl’s orders) and half to stare at her ass. Vinyl glanced back at the couple, taking note at how Lyra tried (very poorly) to discreetly catch an eyeful of Octavia as well.
“Don’t be shy, ladies, it’s alright to stare,” chuckled Vinyl. “Trust me, I don’t keep her around for her personality. She’s mostly decoration at this point.” Again, Bon-Bon winced uncomfortably, and, again, Vinyl smiled. “So, how’d you two meet Tavia, anyway?”
“We bumped into each other at a bookstore,” said Lyra. “Me and Bonnie were looking for something to read together, and Octavia had some good suggestions.”
“Yeah, we really hit it off, and then she told us about you,” added Bon. “We’ve been trying to schedule a double date for the longest, but things kept coming up. Valentine’s Day gave us the perfect excuse.”
“Right on, right on. It’s cool to have some friends more my age, y’know?” said Vinyl. Bon-Bon didn’t notice it at first, but Vinyl seemed to be staring directly at her. Something about her demeanor, how casually and friendly she spoke when Octavia wasn’t around, made Bon-Bon extremely nervous. “I’m a DJ, and some of the fucking idiots who come to the clubs, man.” She shook her head. “They make me and Tavia look like a couple of nuns.”
As if summoned by her very name, Octavia strolled into the room, a tray of drinks in her hand. She approached Vinyl as if she was nearing a dangerous animal, slowly and carefully setting down the tray. She passed out their cocktails, handing a pleasantly pinkish-red drink to Bon-Bon, and one of each dark cocktails to Lyra and Vinyl. This left one glass left, a martini, on the tray, which Vinyl kept eyes on for a moment before turning to her guests.
“Well, I’m kinda shit at this sort of thing, so… Happy Valentine’s Day.” Vinyl offered her glass in a toast, which Lyra and Bon met with a gentle clinking of glasses. Vinyl took a sip, as did her guests, then let out a sigh. “Y’know, I was planning on giving you a hard time over the drink. Too sweet, or too dry, or not enough whiskey. But, credit where credit is due, this is a damn good drink.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” said Octavia, watching the others drink. She hadn’t touched the martini, which Lyra and Bon could only assume was intended for herself, instead waiting by Vinyl’s side. “May I sit down, Miss Vinyl?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a seat for you,” said Vinyl, patting her lap. Octavia blushed slightly but didn’t even begin to question it; she simply took a seat on Vinyl’s lap, her blush exasperated by the look she was getting from her friends. Bon-Bon looked almost as embarrassed as Octavia felt, and Lyra was just grinning like mad. It seemed that she had taken Vinyl’s offer and was getting a nice, healthy eyeful of Octavia, her eyes so glued to her cleavage that Bon-Bon might’ve had a thing or two to say (if she wasn’t too embarrassed to notice).
“So… Can I ask now?” asked Lyra, glancing at Bon-Bon. When she didn’t respond right away, Lyra took that as her opportunity. “What are you two into? Obviously, some sorta master/servant play, but I wanna know the deets!”
“Lyra…” grumbled Bon. She might’ve got more out if it wasn’t for Vinyl’s good-natured laughter.
“Nah, it’s cool. I’m kinda surprised we made it through dinner without either of you asking,” chuckled Vinyl. Octavia slowly reached for her martini and brought it to her lips, just for Vinyl to grab it and pull it away. “Well, first off, you’re wrong. This isn’t master/servant play. This is the real deal.”
Vinyl took a sip of her drink before returning it to the table to free up her left hand, while she held Octavia’s martini in her right. She smiled at the couple before her, then tipped the glass over, pouring Octavia’s drink directly onto the hardwood floor. Lyra and Bon-Bon looked on in shock, which was met with tired resignation from Octavia and sick satisfaction from Vinyl.
“This isn’t a game we play. There’s no time outs or aftercare or safewords.” Vinyl reached up and roughly grabbed Octavia’s tits, hard enough to make the other woman wince at her touch. “Tavia isn’t my wife or my girlfriend, she’s not my lover. She’s my property. She does what I say, when I say it, no questions asked. I can do whatever I want to her, and all she can do is thank me after the fact. Ain’t that right, Tavia?”
“Y-yes, Miss. Thank you.” Lyra and Bon-Bon couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Vinyl seemed to be amused by that, and she slowly pulled at the top of Octavia’s dress, exposing her sizeable breasts to the others. “M-ma’am…”
“Hm? Something wrong, Tavia? Oh, I get it, I get it. You’re thirsty.” Vinyl shoved Octavia off of her lap, sending her crashing to the floor. Octavia pushed herself to her hands and knees, but couldn’t bring herself upright thanks to Vinyl resting her feet across her back. “Go on, clean up this mess.”
“Yes, Miss Vinyl.” Octavia stooped down and, blushing all the while, lapped at the spilled drink on the floor. “Thank you, Miss Vinyl.”
“Whoa. That is… That’s so…” Lyra smiled almost drunkenly, finding it difficult to put her words together. Was her drink really that strong? “That’s super hot. Holy shit…”
“Ly, that’s… Oh geez.” Bon-Bon clutched her head, trying to figure out why she was having such a hard time speaking. She couldn’t be drunk already, could she? She hadn’t even finished her drink, she wasn’t that much of a lightweight. “I don’t know about…”
“Yeah, I know, it’s too weird for you. I actually sent Octavia out specifically for a vanilla couple,” said Vinyl, snaking a hand to her pants. “It’s a lot more fun that way.”
“Fun?” asked Bon. “What’s more… fun?”
“Once the roofies kick in, I think you’ll figure it out, but I’ll give you a hint.” Vinyl rolled down her pants, her smile growing as she pulled a thick, meaty cock from between her legs, stroking herself idly to the shocked, horrified expressions of her new friends. “It’s got something to do with this.”
“I don’t… Ly, we should…” Bon-Bon grabbed Lyra’s hand and clumsily tried to stand up, almost falling over as she tried to yank her girlfriend up. “We should… We should go…”
“Nah, too late for that. Ly’s on dream street.” Bon glanced over to Lyra, who was knocked out cold, just like Vinyl had said. “Don’t worry, you’ll be following soon. If this stupid bitch got the dosage right, anyway.”
“Two pills in each drink, just like you said.” Octavia sighed as she felt the weight from Vinyl’s legs rise from her back. “Please, Miss Vinyl. I really like them. Please let them go…”
“Oh, you knew that wasn’t gonna work. Matter of fact, since you like them so much…” Vinyl grinned a manic, sinister, savage grin as she firmly grabbed Octavia around the throat, pulling her to her feet. “Since you like them so much, I think you should get a turn.” She kissed Octavia almost tenderly on the cheek, watching the last of the light leave Bon-Bon’s eyes.
“W-what… What are you gonna… Do to us…?” Bon-Bon croaked out her sentence as her heavy eyelids finally came fluttering closed. Her mind swam in her head, and she could just barely make out Vinyl’s response before she succumbed to the clutches of sleep.
“We’re gonna have some fun.”
Bon-Bon slowly blinked awake, fighting through the shadows of sleep and forcing herself into consciousness. She was so dizzy, her head pounding in her skull. She tried to sit up, unable to do much more than raise her head from the hard, cool surface she found herself resting on. As the world seemed to fill in around her, it occurred to her that she was already mostly upright, strapped to some sort of table at a slight angle. Her arms were bound above her head by thick leather straps, much like the ones around her ankles and around her throat. Bon-Bon felt an immediate panic claw at her chest. Where was she? How did she end up here, in this deserted, dimly-lit basement? The last thing she could remember was drinking with Vinyl and Lyra.
“Ugh… Bonnie?” Bon-Bon’s eyes darted towards her left, trying to peer through the murky shadows. Just on the edge of her vision, almost out of eyeshot, she could make out Lyra’s shadowy outline. She was on the floor, her arms tied behind her back and her ankles bound together with a length of rope.
“Ly!” Bon-Bon tried to jerk herself towards Lyra, unable to budge in her binds. “Ly, are you okay?”
“I… I think so? What happened?” groaned Lyra. “Are you hurt? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, but I’m freaking out, Ly.” Bon-Bon’s voice was low, but heavy with fear. “They slipped something in our drinks, I don’t know what’s going to—”
“Shh, I hear someone coming!”
No sooner did Lyra speak did another set of lights flicker on, flooding the room with light. A door opened someplace behind Lyra, followed by the tapping of high heels against the concrete floor. The source of the tapping made itself known as Octavia slowly strolled around the table to stand before Bon-Bon.
“Hello,” croaked Octavia. She was entirely naked, save for her scarlet heels and the myriad of cuts, bruises, and welts that decorated her body. Her entire midsection was black and blue, much like the bruising around her throat. She could barely look at Bon-Bon on account of her black eye, almost swollen shut. She stood awkwardly, walking with a ginger limp and with thick, sticky cum dripping down her legs. “I am terribly sorry.”
“What the hell? Did Vinyl do that to you?” Bon-Bon was, understandably, shocked at what she was seeing. She thought Octavia’s relationship with Vinyl was unorthodox, but she never would have guessed that it was so violent in nature.
“Yes. Just getting her warmed up.” Octavia glanced down, noticing the cum running down her thighs. She audibly gulped, wincing from the pain of her bruised throat, and slowly scooped the dripping liquid up and into her cunt. “She won’t be happy if I let any spill…”
“Tavia, this is fucked up! You have to let us out of here,” demanded Lyra. “What she’s doing you is terrible. You’ve got to stop her!”
“There is no stopping her,” sighed Octavia, unable to look her friends in the eye. “I’ve tried for years and years, and there’s no way to stop her…”
“Come on, Tavia, you know I like it when they have a little bit of hope left.” Octavia froze, standing a little more upright, holding her hands behind her back as Vinyl entered the room. Bon-Bon scowled at the sinisterly satisfied grin that Vinyl wore. She stopped in front of Bon-Bon, running her thumb down her cheek and leaving a faint trail of Octavia’s blood on Bon’s face. “It’s way more fun to see them put things together on their own, that there’s not a damn thing they can do.”
“Leave her alone!” shouted Lyra.
“Oh, this is always fun,” chuckled Vinyl. She shooed Octavia away, turning her attention to Bon-Bon. “Go bring Ly over here while I figure out who goes first.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Octavia gingerly limped across the room, grabbing Lyra by the collar and pulling her thrashing, fighting figure closer to Vinyl.
“Get off of me!” snapped Lyra. Octavia said nothing, simply dropping her in front of her mistress, waiting for her next order.
“Hm… I get why Ly is into you,” remarked Vinyl. She grabbed Bon-Bon by the hips, caressing her curves. “You’ve got a killer body. Nice proportions. Nice rack, flat stomach. Not like this cow.” She jerked her thumb at Octavia, smirking at the small sigh she received in turn.
“You take your hands off her right now!” Vinyl chuckled, turning her attention to Bon’s loud, impulsive better half. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a switchblade, flicking it open and tilting the wickedly pointed blade so that Lyra could see just how sharp it was before handing it to Octavia.
“What shall I do with this, ma’am?” asked Octavia nervously.
“I think I’m gonna save Bonnie for dessert. Go over and keep her company while I start on Lyra.” Bon’s eyes went wide as Octavia neared her, though most of her attention was on Vinyl, who slithered into position behind Lyra. She grabbed a fistful of Lyra’s mint green hair and yanked her to her feet. “This is what I’m into, by the way. I send Tavia out to make some friends, invite them over and then… Well, you’re pretty smart. You can probably guess where this is headed.”
“L-look. Do whatever you want to me, okay?” Lyra could feel Vinyl’s hot, predatory breath on the back of her neck, but she didn’t pay her any attention. All she could focus on was Bon-Bon, the fear in her face, the tears welling in her eyes. “Whatever you want, I don’t care. Just don’t hurt Bonnie.”
“L-ly…” Bon-Bon opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t get much more than that out. “Don’t…”
“I’ve always hated that. It’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” said Vinyl with a shake of the head. She stooped down to untie the ropes around Lyra’s ankle, snickering derisively as she did. “Most of the couples we have over do the same thing. ‘Oh, don’t hurt her, do whatever to me, just leave my lovey-dovey alone!’. As if you have any say in things. As if I wasn’t gonna do whatever I wanted to you anyway.” Vinyl paused just before the knot was undone, humming slightly in thought. “But, fuck it, why not? Tavia likes you two, and she’s been a good girl lately, may as well give her a treat. Don’t fight, don’t try to run, none of that shit. If you do…” Vinyl slowly traced a line across Lyra’s throat with her finger. “I’m gonna beat you til you can’t move, then make you watch what I do to your later friend. Spoiler alert: it’ll make what I did to Octavia look like a fucking spa day. Cool?”
“Y-yeah. Whatever. I’ll do what you say, just leave Bonnie out of it,” said Lyra shakily. She wasn’t looking forward to what was to come by any means, but it would all be worth it to protect Bon-Bon.
“Cool. Now do me a solid and spread those legs for me, will ya? And get rid of that top while you’re at it.” Vinyl finished untying the ropes on Lyra’s legs, then made quick work of the ropes on her arms. Lyra begrudgingly did as she was told, unbuttoning her top and pulling it off to expose her plain, sea green bra. “Now, Bonnie, you should pay attention to see what Lyra is doing for you.”
“You said you’d leave her alone,” snarled Lyra. Vinyl slowly slid Lyra’s legs apart with her foot, grabbing her pants by the waistband and pulling them down to expose Lyra’s bare ass and pussy. Vinyl whistled in admiration, which only served to anger Lyra. “Fuck off. It’s Valentine’s Day, I was supposed to be getting laid by someone who actually loves me. You wouldn’t know what that’s like, would you?”
“Oh, man. Before, I was suggesting that Bon watch.” Vinyl grabbed Lyra’s shoulder and pushed her forward, slowly bending her over at the waist. “Now, I’m making her. Tavia, make sure she keeps her eyes on the action.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Octavia’s voice was cold, hollow, almost dead. She glanced at Bon, her stomach turning at the fear and loathing she felt from her friend. “I suppose that’s what the knife is meant for?”
“See? You’re not a complete fucking idiot, are you? You must play dumb just to piss me off,” remarked Vinyl. Octavia lost what little color she had, until she looked as dead as she felt on the inside.
“No, ma’am. I am an idiot. Too stupid to live without you,” she said quickly, in some sad attempt to avoid her owner’s wrath. “Even a useless cunt like me gets lucky sometimes.”
“You see how scared she is? How much she just needs to do what I say?” Vinyl hissed the words into Lyra’s ear, her voice slithering down her spine and making her shudder in disgust. “She wasn’t like this when I met her. Nah, it took a lot of work to get her to this point. I’m really proud of how she turned out, actually. Years of beatings and rape, and now I’ve got me a perfect little fucktoy who’s too scared of what I might do to her to ever think about turning on me.” Vinyl unbuckled her pants, pulling her cock free and rubbing it’s thick, throbbing length against Lyra’s lower lips. “And you know how it started for her?”
Vinyl didn’t give Lyra a chance to answer before she forced her way into her tight, resisting pussy. Lyra didn’t want to react, to give Vinyl the sick satisfaction, but she couldn’t help but let out a shriek of pain. Bon-Bon thrashed in her bindings, shouting as she tried fruitlessly to escape and rush to Lyra’s aid.
“It started just like this. It started with my fat cock ripping her in two,” snarled Vinyl. She loved the way it felt to break in a girl, to take what she wanted. She could feel Lyra’s body twitching around her cock, trembling in pain from being forcibly penetrated by a cock that was simply too big. She could feel the blood from Lyra’s torn, ruined labia coat her cock and drip down her legs as she began her deep, harsh, unforgiving thrusts. “Never took a dick before, huh? You don’t have to answer, I know. I can tell. Only lifelong dykes like you bleed this much.”
“Oh god… Lyra…” Bon-Bon squeezed her eyes shut, but she could nothing to block out the repulsive sound of Vinyl’s cock sliding in and out of Lyra, their flesh slapping with each agonizing thrust. Vinyl took notice of this and grinned sadistically, temporarily pausing her hips and pulling Lyra’s head up by a fistful of her hair.
“Remember what I said earlier? About Bonnie keeping her eyes on the action?” asked Vinyl. Lyra jerked and thrashed her head in Vinyl’s grasp, stopping after a few more deep, hard pumps of cock into her pussy. “Well, this is what happens when she doesn’t fucking listen.”
Vinyl cocked her head at Octavia, which was all the instruction that she needed. Octavia sighed in defeat, but slowly pulled up Bon-Bon’s shirt regardless. She took the sharp point of Vinyl’s knife and pressed it firmly above Bon’s hip. In a single slow, deliberate movement, she dragged the blade across Bon’s flesh, splitting her skin and letting blood spill down her torso. Bon-Bon shrieked, flailing in her cuffs until she finally wrenched her eyes open to look at Lyra. At some point, Lyra had begun to cry hot, angry tears, her entire body trembling in rage and pain in equal measure.
“Next time you close your eyes, it’ll be deeper,” said Vinyl. “And if I still have to remind you of the rules, I might just forget my promise and make you two switch places.”
“It’s okay, Bon. Don’t worry,” panted Lyra. “I can take it. I’ll be fine, just don’t give her an excuse to hurt you.”
“Oh, Lyra, if you think you’ll really be fine, you clearly haven’t seen Tavia. Like I said, this is only how it starts.” Vinyl pulled her cock from Lyra’s now gaping, bloodied, ruined pussy, stroking her meat and covering it more evenly in blood. “You better grit your teeth for this one, bitch. It’s gonna hurt, bad.”
Again, Lyra didn’t have much time to respond before she felt her entranceway being prodded and violated. This time, however, Vinyl had set her sights a little higher, pushing herself against the deliciously tight asshole that she was certain hadn’t ever been used as anything other than an exit.
Vinyl didn’t particularly care about past experiences, and she forced herself into Lyra’s ass, clenching her jaw as she fought through the delicious resistance until she finally popped in. Lyra bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood to avoid screaming as Vinyl penetrated her tighter passage. It was hard to watch, both for Bon-Bon and even Octavia, who had to stop herself from looking away.
“Oh, you like what you see, huh?” asked Vinyl, although it was incredibly obvious that Octavia was repulsed by what she was witnessing.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” said Octavia flatly. “Thank you for allowing me to watch, Miss Vinyl.”
“You can do more than watch. Get on your knees and finger your sloppy cunt for me,” ordered Vinyl. Octavia was surprised, but dropped to her knees almost by reflex. Vinyl never let her touch herself. She said she didn’t deserve that sort of pleasure. And, while Octavia found the scene unfolding before her to be absolutely revolting, she also didn’t know when Vinyl would give her this opportunity again, and so she quickly slipped her fingers into her sticky, abused, cum-filled pussy.
“T-thank you, ma’am…” Octavia melted around her own fingers, pumping herself silly before Vinyl had a chance to change her mind.
“You’re welcome. But you better not cum, or else next time I let you fuck yourself, you’ll be doing it with stumps.” Vinyl pushed Lyra down to the ground until she was on her hands and knees, her face firmly pressed against the concrete and her small, round ass in the air to give Vinyl a better angle for deeper, harsher, more painful thrusts.
Vinyl pounded Lyra’s ass with no mercy, each hard, brutal thrust sending waves of aching agony throughout her poor victim. She grunted like a savage beast as she raped Lyra, causing her to crumble beneath her while her love could do nothing but watch her be used and humiliated. She pushed Lyra’s skull against the concrete floor with her foot, grinding her sole into her face to let her know just how little she was worth. To Vinyl, she was nothing more than a set of holes to beat, mock, and abuse for her own satisfaction. Lyra couldn’t hold it back anymore, and she let out shaky, trembling, agonized sobs in time with Vinyl’s hips slapping against her ass when she bottomed out inside of Lyra.
“Give me the knife, cunt,” ordered Vinyl, holding her hand out towards Octavia, who nodded obediently, almost eagerly. She quickly crawled over to Vinyl using just her knees and offered her the knife. Vinyl took it, while Octavia waited expectantly for some sort of reward or sense of approval. Instead, she received an faceful of saliva when Vinyl decided to spit in her face.
“Thank you, ma’am,” moaned Octavia, finger-blasting herself even harder. “F-fuck…”
“Please… Stop…” begged Bon-Bon, fighting through her sobs. “Let her go, please…”
“I could never say no to a women in tears. What do you think, Ly?” Vinyl moved her foot to playfully slap Lyra across the face. “Ready to call it quits?” Lyra couldn’t respond much more than a tired, exhausted groan, which was enough for Vinyl. She stood up, bringing Lyra with her and pulling her closer to Bon-Bon. Vinyl pinned Lyra’s hands behind her back so that she couldn’t reach out and grab Bon-Bon, and held the lovers a scant few inches from each other. Vinyl slipped her knife between Lyra’s tits, slashing at the fabric of her bra and pulling it off in two pieces.
“Not bad, Ly. Perfect size, really.” Vinyl groped Lyra, squeezing her tit firmly in her hand for a bit before guiding her cock back to Lyra’s bleeding, tattered asshole. She had a much easier time sliding in this time, although it was no less painful this time around. Vinyl went right to work, slamming her hips forward and mercilessly pounding Lyra’s ass until she was certain that her victim could feel waves of pain throughout her entire body.
“I-it’s okay,” said Lyra. She begrudgingly glanced back at Vinyl, appalled that she even had to ask permission for this. “Can I kiss her? Please?”
“Go ahead, I’m about to bust anyway,” grunted Vinyl. She pushed Lyra forward to close the last of the distance between the two lovers. Lyra latched her lips onto Bon-Bon’s, doing everything in her power to get them through this. As horrific as the events of the night were, it was reassuring for Bon to feel Lyra there with her. She closed her eyes, melting into the kiss, some part of her believing what Lyra had said. It would all be okay in the end. As long as she had Lyra, things would always be okay.
A wet split cut through the sounds of Vinyl’s cock impaling Lyra, and it was soon followed by a mist of something hot and sticky against Bon’s skin. It wasn’t until she heard the gurgling did Bon-Bon finally open her eyes, screaming into her lover’s mouth at what she saw.
A long, deep gnash in Lyra’s throat was spewing hot blood, spraying Bon-Bon’s face and neck with claret. Lyra tried to speak, unable to produce more than a wet, bubbling gurgle as her lungs filled with her own blood. She kept her eyes on Bon-Bon’s the whole time, even as her own life flickered out. Bon screamed and screamed, the light behind Lyra’s eyes gone forever.
“Lyra! Ly!” Bon-Bon screamed and thrashed, unable to do anything to save herself. Even if she could, there was nothing she could do for Lyra. She was gone.
“You know what she was trying to say to you? After I slit her throat?” asked Vinyl through gritted teeth, wiping the blood from her knife against Bon’s cheek. “She said that she loves you.”
Vinyl let out a groan as she came, exploding thick, hot ropes of cum into Lyra’s quickly cooling corpse. She pulled out, grabbing Lyra’s hair as her body hit the ground. Vinyl wiped a bit of blood and cum from her dick, enough to pool in her cupped hand, and brought it to Bon-Bon’s face, forcing it past her lips and smearing it across her face. Bon-Bon trembled, unable to do anything but repeat her lover’s name.
“I told you not to close your eyes,” said Vinyl. She tossed Lyra forward, her body flopping and leaning against the table in place between Bon-Bon’s legs. “She was gonna end up with her head between your legs tonight anyway, right?”
“Why…? Why would you do this?!” sobbed Bon-Bon. Vinyl chuckled, offering up a shrug.
“It’s what worked for Tavia. Now we get to see if it works for you.” Vinyl ran her cum-and-blood coated finger across the wound on Bon’s stomach, laughing as she winced in pain. “Tavia! Get her cleaned up and put someplace nice where she won’t get herself into trouble. Then I want you in bed to clean whatever’s left of Lyra off of my cock. Don’t quit jilling yourself, either.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.” Octavia stood up, but kept a hand in between her legs and pumping her cunt. “Miss Vinyl? What of the body?” Vinyl smirked, tucking herself away and buckling her pants. She stuffed her hands in her pocket and turned for the door with a nonchalant shrug.
“Put it with Bonnie. She never got to have her Valentine’s night with her girl. No sense in letting the body go to waste.” Vinyl smirked a foul, evil, sinister smirk at the horror on Bon’s face. “If I were you, I’d eat her out before she starts to smell. It’ll be the last time you get to taste her cunt, you should enjoy it before it rots. Tavia, you’ve got five minutes to get your lips around the base of my cock, or else. I’ll be waiting.”
Vinyl ignored Octavia’s response. She ignored the sound of her sticky fingers sliding in and out of her cunt as she humped her hand. She ignored the fact that five minutes was nowhere near enough time for Octavia to do what she was instructed. She ignored everything except Bon-Bon’s sobs, that one question over and over.
“Why? Oh dear God, why?”
