Scratchtavia's Sickening Slaughterer Sexily Snuffs Some Scandalous Slit-Slurping Sapphics
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Scratchtavia's Sickening Slaughterer Sexily Snuffs Some Scandalous Slit-Slurping Sapphics
Octavia always came to visit Vinyl right after band practice on Fridays. Vinyl visiting her wasn’t an option, after all, since Octavia’s parents were members of the Church of the Inoffensively Vague Religion. If they found out Octavia and Vinyl were dating, they’d probably burn Octavia’s cello and kick her out on the street.
This Friday would be special since they had a two-week break from school coming up and Vinyl's parents and brother would be away from home the whole time.
Vinyl and Octavia would have the whole house to themselves for that time, and they intended to use it. They planned to get it on in every room of the house. Vinyl's parents' and brother's beds, the table, on the toilet, everywhere. And since they had a rather nice fenced yard, they'd even have a go outside. She hoped it rained while she was there so they could go outside and get wet while getting wet. All while making all the noise they wanted with no worry about being heard.
It was a good thing that Vinyl's brother Long Play, had a friend to go see so that it wouldn’t just be the parents gone. He'd hit on Octavia more times than she could remember and never took “I only like pussy” for an answer.
The last time Vinyl's parents were out, Long Play was still there. They'd forgotten to lock the door and Long Play had the nerve to open it in the middle of them going at it. Octavia had been leaning back against the headboard of Vinyl’s bed while Vinyl ate her out, Vinyl’s own pants down to her ankles from Octavia having just done the same to her. The pervert got an eyeful, and stared at his sister’s bare bottom more than he did Octavia.
“Stop eyeballin’ your sister’s clam, perv,” Octavia had told him, shooting him a bird with the hand that wasn’t holding Vinyl’s head. They made sure to lock the door after that.
Vinyl had her headphones on at the time, as usual, but Octavia told her later. Vinyl said, or signed at least since she was mute, that Long had hit on her too since she was single-digits in age. Talk about a creep. Octavia swore she would bang Vinyl on his bed and leave a wet spot right before he returned.
Today, Octavia arrived at Vinyl's house by foot as usual, heading to the door. Unlocking it with the key Vinyl let her have, Octavia stepped in and stretched out. She put her small suitcase next to the front door and left it there for the time being.
No one but Vinyl should be home, and Octavia could already hear the music blaring in Vinyl's bedroom. She didn't care for Vinyl's style that much, but it sure gave a good beat when hot female bodies were grinding together.
Octavia loosened her bow tie and stepped out of her shoes at the door. As she headed into the hallway, she dropped the bowtie on the floor, and fully intended to leave a trail of clothing on the floor leading to Vinyl's room. She didn’t intend to put anything on again for the rest of the visit either; she hadn’t even brought a change of clothing. It would be liberating to drop the uptight persona she often wore in public or around family.
Vinyl was probably in her room waiting for her girlfriend to come pounce her, but calling for her would do no good since she’d have her headphones on. Octavia licked her lips, anticipating the familiar taste of her lover’s pussy. She headed to the hallway as she thought about it, slipped out of her vest and leaving it on the floor there before heading to Vinyl’s room door.
There she looked in and found just what she expected. Vinyl was laying on her stomach on the bed, butt naked of course. She was facing away, reading a magazine, with her bare rump facing the door to greet Octavia when she arrived. She was bobbing her head, listening to the loud beat on her headphones and still clueless that Octavia had even arrived.
Octavia smiled brightly and slipped out of her undershirt leaving it there, then dropped her skirt on the way to the bed. Vinyl had a new toy laying at the foot of the bed, and it looked like a rather expensive strap-on. It was plugged in, and the box next to it said it had a warming feature to make it feel real inside her. Apparently Vinyl was looking for Octavia to put that on and go to town as soon as she got here, and she intended to oblige.
Octavia dropped her bra off, then leaned over to pull down her panties and take off her socks, but that’s when things went wrong. While her panties were still around her ankles someone from behind her poked her back with a cold metal object. She squeaked, looking in the mirror nearby on Vinyl’s closet to see it was Long Play, butt naked.
“What are you doing you git?” Octavia screeched out immediately.
But then she noticed it. The object he had to the small of her back was a pistol. She felt her blood run cold; he would actually go that far?
“Look at it,” Long Play smirked at her, handing her a folder that was in his other hand over her shoulder.
Her eyes widened as she opened it. It was printouts of photos of her and Vinyl engaged in just about everything they could be engaged in in Vinyl’s bed. Had he hidden cameras in here?
“W-why…” Octavia tried to grasp this, but she had a feeling of where it was going.
“Do exactly what I say,” Long Play snatched the folder back, tossing it on the floor near the door out of the way. “Or those images will be e-mailed to your parents. I know what they think about dykes, so I’m sure you don’t want that.”
Octavia was frozen, shivering as tears started to peek out. She looked at Vinyl, still clueless on the bed, jamming out and facing away from them.
“Oh gods this can’t be happening… you… you…” Octavia stopped herself as she felt the gun press more firmly.
He tugged her further away from the bed by one arm, twisting it roughly before turning her to face Vinyl’s computer desk, which he pushed her up against. She almost fell, her panties still around her ankles. Her tears turned into outright crying as she was bent over it, feeling the warmth of his erect member against her ass cheeks.
“Spread em, lesbo,” Long Play growled. “I’m going to show you what your holes are for.”
Octavia felt sick in the pit of her stomach, but what was she supposed to do? Vinyl had already complained that he’d hit on her too, so Octavia was afraid that if she didn’t cooperate, he might actually hurt Vinyl instead, even above and beyond destroying her life with those photos. So she bit her lip in frustration and spread her shaky legs apart as she leaned against the desk.
“P-please don’t cum inside…” Octavia squeaked, hoping he had at least that much decency. She wasn’t exactly on birth control when dating a girl.
“You don’t gotta worry about that, trust me,” Long chuckled, and she hoped that was a ‘yes’.
Long placed the gun at the back of her head, using his other hand to attempt to line up his shaft with her slit, which was already moist in her anticipation of time with Vinyl. The creep stank of virginity as he first slid out and pushed against her belly instead, then on the second attempt slid his shaft up between her ass cheeks when trying to push it in.
“Help you stupid slut!” Suddenly he smacked her with the butt of the gun, sending a sharp pain into her cranium.
She shrieked, not that Vinyl could hear any of it still, and reached a shaky hand between her legs as she braced herself against the desk with the other. Feeling like she was seconds from hurling, she grasped the throbbing flesh and tried to line it up to her as she would have a strap-on for Vinyl.
Octavia tried hard not to cry any more than she already was, but it was an exercise in futility. As she felt her lower lips stretch wide over Long’s shaft, she choked in disgust and began to outright sob as she gripped the desk with her free hand.
He wasted no time being gentle, shoving himself forward as soon as he got a foothold inside her, slamming forward until his belly smacked against her ass. While Octavia was no virgin, her arousal was dwindling rapidly, and the sudden invasion stung far more than she expected it to, body clenching in reluctance to accept the disgusting male inside her.
“Hurts…” Octavia cried out.
“Don’t even try to lie you bitch!” Long smacked the back of her head again with the butt of the gun, sending another jolt of pain through her.
He groaned as he sank deep and then pulled back, working into violent thrusting motions right off the bat. His whole body shook as he grunted in surprise at the damp warmth of a pussy around his shaft.
“Fuck yeah, your pussy was made for me,” Play groaned. “Or at least for a real cock, you carpet-munching skank.”
He pressed the barrel of the gun against her cheek, forcing her to turn her head, then yanked her hair back with his free hand. As she arched her back he forced a kiss onto her mouth, lapping his tongue inside as her own tongue attempted to avoid his. His tongue moved with his thrusting as he defiled her.
He then moved to lick up the side of her face, mmm-ing at the taste of her tears as she continued to sob. Long was power-tripping big time, using her however he wanted. Being the virgin that he was, however, he didn’t last long, and soon was moaning loudly as he approached his orgasm.
“Not inside! Not inside!” Octavia screamed, momentarily not caring about the gun prodding one of her cheeks as she panicked. He held her down easily though, her kicks futilely sliding off his hips and flailing behind him. All she could do was lay there and take anything he wanted.
Though it felt warm as his cock throbbed inside her and expelled his seed into her fertile reaches, she felt her body run ice cold. She had no idea if she was in danger of pregnancy at the moment, but if she was, her parents would probably treat that almost as badly as finding out she was gay.
“Fuck yes!” Long shouted, as loudly as he could knowing that Vinyl wouldn’t hear. “Take my sperm and get pregnant, dyke, like you’re supposed to! Not that it will matter in the end…”
“No, no, no,” Octavia repeated, lost in despair as she sobbed against the desk, body falling limp beneath him as she was used.
He continued to impale her pussy throughout the orgasm, and went he finally withdrew, he grabbed her by one leg, suddenly flipping her over onto her back on the desk. The keyboard and mouse fell off the desk, clanging onto the floor as he pointed the gun at her face and yanked her legs apart again.
“This is great,” Long was salivating, dribblets landing on her belly. “The girl that turned me down, mine to use and throw away however I want.”
As she looked cross-eyed at the gun in a panic, she thought for a moment that he’d blow her head off on the spot, but instead she felt his shaft prod at her behind. She tensed instinctively, only to release a shriek as he suddenly punched her in the gut.
“Hold my dick again!” he demanded.
“But I’ve never had anything there bef-”
“Do you think I give a fuck?” Long shouted down at her.
With the gun in her face, Octavia had no choice but to reach her hand down again to grasp his shaft. She lurched slightly at the feel of his seed oozing from her slit, then tried to hold him steady so that he could force his way into her ass instead.
Octavia thought that it burned before, but having the pulsating member stuffed in her asshole was agonizing. She cried out, but he just laughed down at her, leaning in to lap tears from her face again before pushing deeper. Once again he didn’t stop until his belly slapped against her wet body, but it felt more like she was being stabbed. Her whole body tensed, which only made it hurt worse for her and feel better for him.
“That’s right, suffer you lesbo trash,” Long moaned, his drool falling on her face.
Forcing another kiss onto her, he plowed her with all his strength, grasping one of her small breasts with his free hand and digging his fingernails into the flesh before twisting it. Her whole body burned with shame and she just wanted it to end.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about Vinyl either, and how she might be next if this monster wasn’t fully sated. Octavia clenched her teeth as she tilted her rump upwards, trying to push back against him just to get him off as quickly as possible.
“Yeah I knew you wanted my dick, bitch,” Long of course got the wrong idea, but at least the hair trigger was moving towards orgasm again. She had to hope he’d wear out.
“Please,” Octavia begged. “At least don’t hurt Vinyl… I’ll even go back with you to your room if you promise not to touch her.”
Play just laughed at her, but they soon morphed into moans again as he expelled his second load into her, the heat stinging at the friction-burned flesh within. She squeezed hard, hoping he’d be completely done after this. Finally, he yanked free, leaving her second entrance completely defiled.
At first she thought he might take her up on her offer and leave Vinyl alone. He grasped rope that he’d dropped near the door, and began to tie her arms behind her back. Pulling them back painfully far, he then tied her legs as well, finally tying her arms tightly to one leg of the desk so she couldn’t go anywhere.
It slowly began to dawn on her that he wasn’t going to take her anywhere else, and that he was binding her to watch what he did to Vinyl. When she realized, she tried her best to struggle despite him having a gun, but she was too exhausted and humiliated to provide much force.
“Vinyl!” Octavia shrieked so loudly that her voice gave out and she broke down into gags, but it still wasn’t enough. Vinyl was still jamming out facing away, her rump in the air swaying back and forth, patiently waiting for what she thought would be Octavia and the new toy she’d laid out.
Instead, Long Play crawled onto the bed with his sister, moving up slowly behind her. Without looking back, Vinyl assumed it to be Octavia and smiled to herself, raising her bottom and waggling it towards him.
“That’s your sister you creep!” Octavia screeched as if it even mattered to him. “Is your hair-trigger dick still not satisfied? You stay away from her!”
“Oh shut up slut,” Long laughed back at Octavia. “This dumb bitch can’t hear you.”
Now that Octavia was restrained, he placed the gun next to him on the bed to have both hands free. He gave Vinyl a light slap on the ass, grinning and licking his lips as she shook it harder, impatient for the new toy. There was nothing Octavia could do, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off it either. She had no idea he was actually this messed up.
Sliding his hands over Vinyl’s behind, Long pushed his shaft against his sister’s beautiful slit, managing to carefully land it at the right angle and slowly slide it in. He shivered, digging his fingers against her pale ass and pulling her back against him, taking a deep breath as he felt the warmth of his sister’s pussy clenching at his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” Long got more into it by the second, his cock rock hard as his fetish was fulfilled. “Nailing my own sister, this is amazing. And this dyke is too stupid to even know it's happening yet.”
Seeing Vinyl cluelessly enjoy getting nailed made it even worse, rocking her hips back against him with every bit of fervor that he put into the motions. Octavia could see Vinyl’s pussy juice drooling down both their thighs, dribbling off his balls as they swung back and forth.
Octavia wanted to scream, but her voice was hoarse and she knew it wouldn’t do any good. The only thing she could do was wait for it to be over. She wouldn’t even be able to turn him in, lest her parents get told about her being gay; she knew they’d care about that more than her having gotten raped. They might even approve of the rape given what she was.
But maybe there was still a chance. He’d put down the gun, so there was a chance that Vinyl could notice and do something before he picked it up. Octavia looked around for something that she could throw at Vinyl but that wouldn’t hurt her too much, finding an anime figurine that had fallen off of the desk.
Long wasn’t looking at Octavia, simply enjoying the power trip of his incestuous rape. His tongue was out, eyes rolled back, hammering her sloppy pussy and looking seconds from creaming a hot load into his own sister’s pussy. Octavia had to get her attention before he came in her if possible
She threw the figuring, aiming for the headphones and smacking Vinyl in the head, forcing them to slide off her head on one side. Long was so into hammering his sister’s drooling twat that he didn’t even notice at first, his eyes focused on her hot ass for the moment. Vinyl looked back in shock at having had something thrown at her from elsewhere in the room, and stared as she realized who was actually having a go at her.
Vinyl couldn’t speak, but she could bellow, and she did so as she realized what was being used on her wasn’t a toy at all, and that her own brother looked like he was seconds from plowing a load of his sperm into her. She looked over at Octavia, eyes wide with shock.
“Vinyl his gun, get his gun!” Octavia cried out.
To her credit, Vinyl spotted the gun and reached for it, but her brother did at the same time and there was a brief tussle over it even as he continued to rape his dick into her. Vinyl managed to get the handle, even with her finger on the trigger, but they wrestled with who the gun was actually pointed at.
Vinyl tried to point it at her brother over her shoulder, but he pushed her hand to one side while moving to the other. The shot rang out, but went harmlessly through the roof of the room instead. Octavia prayed that someone had heard that shot and would call the police, but realized even then it would be too late.
The girl wasn’t used to firing a weapon, and the kick loosened her grip enough for Long to grab for the gun again, but it slipped from both their grasps and landed on the other end of the bed out of both of their reach. Vinyl squirmed to turn about, Long still pumping into her the entire time, trying to reach for it again.
Her hand came within inches of grabbing it, but she was pulled back as Long wrapped her headphones cord around her neck and pulled it tight. Vinyl’s eyes widened as he pulled both ends hard and cut off her air, gasping as she was yanked back away from the firearm. She tried to bellow again, but all that came out was pained squeaks before her air was cut off.
“Vinyl!” Octavia shouted. “You let her go you fucking freak, that’s your sister!”
“My sister that’s gonna die with my cock inside her!” Long yelled back, laughing as he renewed his efforts to ram his incestuous rod deep inside his sister’s unwilling cunt.
Octavia couldn’t believe this. Every time she thought he’d reached the limits of his perversion, he went further, and at this point she had no doubt he’d do it. But she was trapped, arms behind her back and helpless to untangle herself or move closer. She pulled hard against the heavy desk, trying to move it closer to where the gun lay, but what would she even do if she got there? She couldn’t exactly aim it like this.
“Yes, fuck yes!” Long was back in his power trip. “DIE you lesbian trash! This’ll teach you to take what’s mine!”
Vinyl’s face was turning bluer as she gasped for air. She kicked and reached her arms back, but it was no use. She was only getting weaker with the cord digging into her neck.
“Gods she’s squeezing like crazy!” Long slammed himself into her hard again, creaming another hot load into his sister’s twat as it convulsed around him. He pulled back, only to slam forward again, forcing his shaft into her asshole instead and pounding away as her eyes slowly rolled back in her head.
But apparently choking her out wasn’t enough. Once her arms went completely limp from lack of oxygen, Long slid over to grab for the gun himself. He released the cords, allowing her weak body to get one last breath of air, but then pointed the gun directly against the back of her head. He took a second to savor the moment, then yanked her head up with the other hand by her hair, pulling the trigger.
Octavia couldn’t believe he actually did it. She got one last look of her girlfriend’s horrified expression before the bullet ripped through her head. The bang was muffled by Vinyl’s flesh as the back of her skull collapsed inwards, then blasted out her left eye. The cellist could only stare in horror as the gaping hole blasted bits of brains all over the room, feeling the momentarily warm chunks landing against her face and body.
“Fucking deathgasm yes!” Long rolled his eyes back and creamed into Vinyl’s asshole hard as the DJ’s urine flowed down her thighs and into a puddle onto the bed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever cum like that again!”
Octavia could only shriek as he pulled Vinyl further up by her hair, and she saw the bright red blood bubble out of her eye and flow down her pale body, leaving streaks as it rolled around her breasts and all the way down her limp dead form. Long laughed as he let her body fall limply on the bed.
Leaving Vinyl’s warm corpse on the bed, Long crawled off, hitting the shrieking Octavia in the face with the butt of the gun. Her scream was cut off, and she fell back down to the floor, sobbing in despair at what she’d been forced to witness.
She expected him to blast her brains all over the room as well, but it seemed Long had other plans as he actually took the time to unbind her. Octavia wanted to lash out at him as he did so, but it was pointless and she was emotionally exhausted to the point she could barely even move. She just continued to cry there on the floor, staring in horror at a chunk of gray matter on the floor in front of her.
“Check your messages,” Long said, throwing her cell phone onto the floor in front of her. He’d retrieved it from her clothes on the floor near the entrance of Vinyl’s room.
“W-why?” Octavia sobbed, not even wanting to reach for it. She’d turned off the volume on the phone before she arrived, so she’d not know if anything had arrived.
“I lied,” Long play smirked. “When I threatened to tell your parents? I actually ALREADY called and told them, even sent them photos I got from hidden cameras I had in here… some pretty explicit ones of you, Vinyl, and your cello in a threesome. Gotta say I’ve wanked it to those photos a few times now.”
“N-no you didn’t…” Octavia could only deny it, but wiped the blood and tears from her face and grabbed for her cell phone. She pulled up her messages and sure enough… one from her parents. She played it.
“Don’t come home Octavia,” her mother’s voice said. “Your dyke-friend’s brother sent us photos of you and her, and you’re not welcome here anymore, nor do we consider you our daughter. Don’t even bother to come for your things, we’re destroying it all and throwing it out, including that cello you used in your PERVERSIONS.”
Octavia stared as the message finished. He’d really done it, and now she literally had nothing, nowhere to go, and would anyone help her when they found out what she was?
As she stared, she heard shuffling behind her, but didn’t care what Long Play was doing at this point. She went catatonic for a few moments, her mind going blank as her body refused to move.
“Get up, bitch, you know what to do,” Long finally said, yanking her up to her feet.
Octavia screeched on instinct, then looked to see what he meant. It seemed he’d also put in a hook on Vinyl’s ceiling in preparation, and now he’d taken the rope that had tied Octavia up and tied it into a noose, hanging next to the bed. He really meant for her to…
But what else was she to do? She knew she’d end up doing this on her own anyway, and her parents would consider it a blessing. They’d probably have a toast to the thought of the evil lesbians burning in the afterlife like they deserved.
Whole body shaking, Octavia pulled away from Long, and climbed up onto the bed, trying not to look at Vinyl’s body as she did so. Her body went stiff as she felt Long come up behind her, licking at the back of her neck, sliding his hands around her to massage at her belly, them moved up to grasp at her breasts to squeeze them more gently than before. She could feel his disgusting boner against her bare behind, somehow still hard, driven on by his sickening crime.
Octavia didn’t care. She put the noose around her neck, tightening it as much as she could. She stepped off the bed and let herself drop without so much as a second thought.
In movies hanging was over in an instant, but not so without a long drop to snap the neck at the end. Instead of it being lights out immediately, Octavia found herself shivering even more as she hanged limply from her neck, her own face turning blue as her air was cut off.
“Yes, that’s it, KILL YOURSELF,” Long’s soft voice said behind her. “Like you KNOW you deserve for letting her die.”
Had she been in a better mental state, perhaps that would have made less sense, but she was in no state for logical thinking. Instead, she just let him fondle her, sliding his hands down to her hips and grasping at her ass. He forced her legs apart, and pushed his shaft into her from behind. He forced it into her already cum-drooling pussy, then immediately pulled back and pushed it into her asshole instead, back and forth.
“Which hole will I cum in?” Long whispered to her. “It won’t matter to you because by then I’ll be creaming in your freshly minted corpse, you dyke bitch.”
Octavia should have been furious, but she felt nothing. Everything had drained out and she was just an empty shell inside. Her body continued to shake more violently as her consciousness finally started to fade as her lungs burned intensely from lack of air. Finally she faded off to join her love in oblivion.
Long Play drove himself into his second victim repeatedly as he felt her die against him. He pulled downward on her body to help her along the way, squeezing her breasts hard so that he could feel her fluttering pulse as it finally came to a stop. Beautiful.
Since she’d killed herself, it should be easy to say that she was the one that killed Vinyl too. He had an already agreed alibi, after all, and Octavia’s psychopath parents would probably agree that that was the most likely case since they though gayness was worse than literal murder. Also he’d read from a very reliable anonymous forum post that fingerprints or sperm in a corpse wouldn’t be identifiable after it started to rot, so he should be fine just leaving the bodies to decay for the two weeks of vacation. He just hoped it didn’t stink up the house irreparably by the time he got back.
But for now, he wasn’t done with them. He turned Octavia’s corpse around as it swung from the rope, taking a moment to look into her face with her gaping mouth and lidded eyes, and expression of giving up if he’d ever seen one. He kissed her deeply, lapping into her mouth and pushing her limp tongue around as he pulled her close, feeling her still-warm breasts smush against his body.
He pushed into her dead pussy one more time. It was loose now, and urine was drenching her thighs from her death piss, but he didn’t care. Even without the little twitches and convulsions that had been there when he raped her, it was glorious just to know that this was a girl that he’d caused to kill herself, and now her body was his toy to do with as he pleased.
Long took his time, savoring every moment of the necrophilic lust. His shaft ached from having came so much, but he wasn’t going to miss a chance to cream inside her corpse. After all, this might be the only time he ever got the pleasure of killing a girl, though he certainly hoped not.
His orgasm surprised him with its intensity considering the loose mess he had to work with, blasting a new load of seed to drench her useless, underused ovaries. He panted, licking the roof of her mouth once more before leaving her to swing there, rope creaking quietly as her body swayed.
He turned back to his sister. He hadn’t known for sure how much he’d get into that part, but he definitely had, even more than Octavia he’d admit. He knelt on the bed, rolling his sister over onto her back, taking a moment to admire her bloody form. He grasped her breasts, feeling the pliable flesh give as he pulled her rump up against him.
This time he slid into her asshole, which was still a bit tight at least. He stared into Vinyl’s face, looking curiously at the cave where the bullet exited her eye socket. He didn’t actually even care that they'd been lesbians, but snuffing his own sister’s life out just to get off had been the hottest experience he could imagine, unless maybe he could figure out a way to snuff out his mom like this too.
Watching how her limp body bounced against his movements, he took his time once again, savoring each stroke into her cooling corpse. He could still see the look of terror frozen on her face, at least until it rotted off, and it was the most arousing thing he could have ever imagined.
He’d came so much that it was actually a bit painful this time, but that didn’t stop him from blowing a huge load into his sister one more time. He pumped her ass full, then pulled free with a wet pop to leave her body where it lay.
Taking a deep breath, he crawled off the bed, taking a moment to stretch out. He’d need to clean himself off before he left the house again, then he could call his friend to pick him up again at a discrete location a walk away from the house. Either way it was time to go; he had a vacation to enjoy.
