Author's Note

Nearing the end! Traitor's identity will be confirmed in Chapter 24

21. On the Edge of VIctory

Sunday, 7/3/2078
POV: Thunder

Nothing could have surprised Thunder more when the next timer for sex was 48 full hours; he supposed it really was a random timer. Not only that, but the next requirement was Smokey, who was an easy lay to say the least. He’d pound her ass right quick during the last hour of the timer, and then have one more at most before the three days was up, hopefully securing their release.

But it also made him nervous. It was almost like he was being set up to be given hope, only for the despair of losing to hit him all the harder. It was annoying to have the whole thing hinge on his rule.

Aside from that worry though, the next two days went well. They kept the same sleeping arrangements, and thoughtfully kept to themselves when they weren’t fucking to keep busy. The Overmare had started to get a bit annoyed at the relative lack of pussy around, but usually shut up about it after a good rape from Shadow or Thunder. Thunder had to admit it was a little liberating to be able to do that and not face significant penalty after they were released due to being under the influence of a weird drug.

Smokey had less fun, since she was the only one that was consistently not touched by the others. Since things were going so well with her restrained, maybe the traitor had been her all along. It seemed like if anyone else was the traitor, they’d have tried to take action, but no one had. Devil didn’t seem to be trying to get in either, which surprised Thunder either way, though he hoped he hadn’t gotten himself killed somehow and reset their release timer.

About an hour before his own timer was up, Thunder trotted over to Smokey, dreading the glee she’d get from getting suddenly humped by him, but he had to do what he had to do. After they got out, he could always have Smokey’s pleasure and pain senses fried so she could never experience what she loved the most again.

“Huh?” Smokey quirked her ears as Thunder took her by one leg, dragging her out of the corner where she was. “It’s not time for bedtime right?”

“No, we have another hour and a half before you get to sleep,” said Thunder. “Right now I’m dragging you out here to fuck, please don’t be too annoying about it.”

“Aw, I knew you’d cum around!” Smokey giggled, immediately being annoying about it. “You want to help too, Dad?”

“Can you not?” Shadow growled.

“Can we ram my arm in that rock grinder while we do this?” Smokey asked hopefully.

“We’re not getting weird,” Thunder grunted, dropping Smokey onto the floor. “Just normal ass sex.”

“Hey, Danger, want to get fucked by Smokey too?” Crimson suggested, somewhat predictably. She’d been volunteering Danger to the point that it was suspicious.

“S-sure,” Danger gritted her teeth.

“You’re not allowed,” Thunder had caught on to Danger’s rule and the fact that she’d been very careful not to cum herself, even if he’d not mentioned it aloud. “I want this ass all to myself.”

He pushed Smokey onto his gut, grabbing a wad of cotton from one of the storage bags in the lab and stuffing it into the bratty’s slut’s maw to shut her up. She gagged slightly but rolled her eyes back as Thunder put one claw on her head, pushing it against the floor as he yanked up her tail with the other. He knew she liked it rough, but it was hard not to give it rough with what they were all under the influence of.

“So, like 7 hours left right?” Crimson said thoughtfully. She pulled up her pipbuck, looking at it ponderously and grinning before punching a few buttons. “And we haven’t heard from our AI friend in over 24 hours. Who else here thinks she’s up to something?”

“Probably so,” grunted Shadow, turning away so he didn’t have to watch his daughter get banged. He was amazingly prudish about that even under the influence of everything, but he had the benefit of cybernetics. “There’s nothing we can do about it though, so no point worrying. So long as Devil hasn’t decided to off himself, which I doubt he will, we’re good.”

“And even if he does,” added Thunder. “We have enough food for another three days.”

Thunder pushed his tip to Smokey’s behind. Even after several days of non-use, the thot’s hole gave quite easily to the pressure, and he relaxed at the feel of warm flesh slipping over his shaft. He grunted and worked into a smooth casual fucking motion, keeping an eye on the time as he did so. Somehow this time he felt the need to cut it a bit closer, wanting to give as little time as possible after to give him a new target.

He could tell it annoyed the little whore, but Thunder kept pumping into Smokey’s asshole nice and gentle. When he got about ten minutes from his time limit, only then did he speed up, but even then didn’t dig his claws in. He ended up creaming a hot load soon enough, but even then Smokey didn’t seem sated. Good.

He yanked himself free, glancing at his pipbuck, trying to not be too noticeable as he did so. The text changed, and he felt his heart sink.

“Devil Rose: 6 hours”

Damn it, that AI had to have done that on purpose. What was he supposed to explain to the others? In the end, he supposed it was best not to explain anything and just do it.

“Going out,” Thunder said as he turned off his pipbuck. “Don’t ask why because I’m not talking about it. I’ll be back before the time is up. If I’m not, I’m probably dead so you should just keep doing what you’re doing. Take the same sleeping shifts we’ve been taking, so Smokey, and Danger should be asleep in their pods when I get back.”

“Are you gonna kill Devil so the time will reset?” Smokey asked hopefully. It was hard to tell if it was a joke.

The others just grumbled; they were all used to Thunder’s odd ‘I need to fuck this person right now’ behavior at this point. It was fortunate that he had such a precise rule, or he might suspect that they’d figured it out by now.

“We’ll be fine,” smirked the Overmare. “If we get bored, I’ll just get raped by Shadow or something.”

The first thing Thunder went was to one of the medical supply closets, finding sedative and loading it into a syringe. He wasn’t exactly a doctor, but figured if he just stabbed it in a non-vital spot, it’d do the job.

Thunder assumed that Devil wasn’t just going to come out when called, so he had to find him on his own. That meant he needed to look for clues of where he’d been staying, and think about if he were Devil, where would he be hiding?

Or maybe not. The first thing he had to decide is how far gone Devil was. He had butchered Berry and possibly Sunburst and Tella after all, which would indicate that he was pretty far gone. So instead of avoiding the places with corpses, there was probably a good chance he’d actually go to them.

Thunder started with the dining hall, which reeked worse than it did before. Notably, all the doors were propped open as if someone was letting it air out, and there were eaten diners on the tables. The corpses looked like they’d been jostled around, and Cream had a fresh load of sperm in what was left of her blackened, rotten snatch, maggots visibly crawling around in the warm sperm.

He stuck a claw in it to waggle it around, confirming that it was minutes old at most. That more or less confirmed Devil was still alive.

Devil wasn’t there however, so he left, swishing his tail to try to keep too many of the flies in there from following him. He headed towards the restroom where Tella and Sunburst had died. He figured that Devil would need access to one, and if he was in as bad a condition as it seemed, he’d probably choose the one with corpses in it.

That room had started to stink as well, but it’d definitely been frequented. Sunburst had been used as a toilet, corpse drenched in piss and a pile of crap on his face. Tella had her head stuck back in the toilet where she died, a load of feces on her head as well, legs spread as if she’d been used regularly as well.

But Devil wasn’t here either. Still, he probably came here most regularly, so Thunder opted to stick around. He hid in the first toilet stall, which had been closed and looked unused. He stood on the toilet so his feet wouldn’t show in the gap beneath, and waited.

He was starting to second-guess his choice to wait it out when he finally heard the bathroom door open, only an hour left of the time he had to do Devil in. Thunder grew perfectly still as he heard staggering hoofsteps enter and cross in front of the stall he was in, seemingly headed to Tella’s stall.

“Ready for another go, slut?” Devil asked aloud. “Your dyke cunt didn’t get any dick when you were alive, so I’m gonna give it plenty now.” He paused for a moment and then answered as if she’d said something. “Yeah well I don’t care what you think about it, you fucking lesbo.”

Yeah, he was gone. That would mean that he’d be pretty easy to catch off guard at least, but he might fight far more rabidly than he would normally, so Thunder had to be careful. Without either of them dying, Thunder had to restrain him, fuck him up the bum to orgasm, then drag him back to the others in his restraints.

Thunder waited, since Devil didn’t seem perceptive enough to realize someone else was about. He peered under the bottom of the stall, watching as Devil’s hooves moved to the stall Tella was in, grasping her by the behind.

“Can’t wait til you get nice and maggoty,” purred Devil. “I wanna feel them nipping at my cock while I fuck you. You know I wonder if I kill one of the others after the time’s up, if it’ll still count as resetting the time, because I really want to plow your wife’s dyke corpse too.”

Thunder carefully unlatched the door to his own stall, letting the door swing mostly on its own and then waiting to make sure Devil didn’t react. He didn’t, and instead Thunder heard the disgusting sound of cold, rotting flesh pushing apart as Devil pushed into Tella’s corpse-cunt.

He had to admit, it was nice to see the bitch desecrated in this manner after what an insufferable cunt she’d been at times, and it’d be hard not to mention this to Crimson just to get her reaction.

For now though, Thunder rounded the corner, catching a nice view of Devil’s behind as he mounted Tella over the toilet seat. His balls, stained with blood after days of not washing, smacked against the cold flesh with each thrust as he pounded her. Thunder felt his own cock throb at the sight which should have once disgusted him, which was good for what he needed.

Devil was so into his activity that he barely noticed as Thunder came up behind him. Thunder rammed the syringe into Devil’s upper front leg, emptying the dose as quickly as he could even as he mounted the pony from behind. There was a brief struggle, but once he’d been dosed, there wasn’t much Devil could do but squirm delightfully beneath him.

“That’s it, go to sleep,” purred Thunder as Devil’s eyes rolled back and his shaft pulsed between his rump cheeks. “You like fucking corpses so much? Now you’re gonna become a well-fucked one yourself.”

“Aw buck,” Devil groaned, taking the statement at face value even if Thunder didn’t really intend to kill him. He couldn’t do much while limp though, and Thunder turned Devil’s head around so he could enjoy the fear in his weakening eyes.

Devil’s shaft didn’t go down like his energy did, and shifted within Tella as Thunder pushed his own rod against Devil’s behind. Thunder dug his claws into his behind, shivering at the feel of an unwilling asshole around him as he began to thrust. He’d definitely gained an appreciation for gay sex he didn’t have before this whole thing.

As he pounded his ass, Devil couldn’t help but twitch his own the best he could. Even now he wanted to cream one more time in the cold flesh beneath them even as the corpse gave to their weight, gas pockets bursting as her flesh pulled apart from the pressure. Thunder inhaled the rancid scent eagerly rather than attempting to block it out as he had before. If they’d been allowed to move corpses, he might have dragged it back with him to sleep with.

“Yeah cream my faggot ass,” Devil’s eyes were swirls of insanity as he took it, seeming to warm up to the idea of dying like this due to the drug cocktail now in his system.

Thunder was tempted to give it to him, but knew he needed to resist. Instead, he pushed Devil’s face down into the toilet to keep him from speaking. Devil sputtered at first as he was shoved face-down into the rotting shit he himself had deposited atop Tella’s head in the toilet, but just moaned louder.

Thunder was ashamed of how little time it took him to cream into Devil’s asshole given the conditions, but it seemed the more fucked up the situation, the easier it was. He blew his load deep, continually pounding it deep. As he did so, Devil blasted a load into Tella as well, and Thunder shook violently at the convulsions ringing through the other male’s asshole.

It was a good thing he got off easy, though, or he might not have brought himself just under enough control to prevent himself from drowning Devil in the toilet with Tella. He yanked his head back up, allowing him to gasp for air, before yanking him off of Tella with a lewd slurp and depositing him on the floor.

With him sedated, tying him was an easy matter, and Thunder felt quite proud of himself for having ressisted the temptation for murder. Perhaps Paper Cut’s little ploy to reset the time at the last moment hadn’t worked after all.

All Thunder had to do now was drag him back to the room and wait the last few hours. They were on the edge of victory.

POV: Smokey

So bored. The events of recent days had given her more excitement than she’d ever had, and she even got to muder a few, but that just made her more bored now that she had nothing to do but watch the others.

When it was time for her sleeping shift, Crimson dragged her into her pod and left her there in the corner. She glanced back to make sure no one was looking, then loosened the knots that held Smokey’s ropes tight around her, enough that she could worm her way out of them easily.

“Buck up,” smirked Crimson. “I’m about to give you a surprise.”

“Oh?” Smokey felt her excitement rise. “Are you going to kill me?”

Unlike with the others, Crimson seemed to be a bit of a kindred heart, as determined as Smokey that this shouldn’t end without them all being dead, so Smokey had real hope that it might be just that. Smokey worked her way out of her bonds, thankful that she’d be able to properly squirm as she met her end.

“SO much better,” Crimson smacked her ass and turned to go, but left her door opened as she turned back to Smokey’s father.

Once Danger and Winter had gone into their pods, it left Crimson and Shadow as the only ones on the outside, which made Smokey wonder. The only thing better that she could think of would be her brutal rape and murder by her own father, but that didn’t seem likely as much of a spoiled sport as Shadow had been this whole time. For a killing machine with a cyberdick, he sure was timid about fucking people to death.

“So, just curious,” Crimson said as she walked away from Smokey’s pod. “How DID you manage to raise such a faggot? You’re probably like Winter huh, spent the bitch’s whole foalhood ramming her asshole until she started liking it.”

“Excuse me,” Shadow paused where he had been about to curl up himself and peered at Crimson. “And where the buck did that come from?”

“Where did stating the truth come from?” smirked Crimson. “Lucky you though. When we get out, I’ll have lost my favorite pussy, but you still got your favorite boy-pussy. You may pretend to be straight, but everyone knows the truth when you have a dicked kid you forced to be a girl practically nipping at your cock wanting more.”

“Okay,” Shadow’s growl deepened as he rose to his hooves and trotted slowly towards her. “You’re going to take that back now, or I’m going to scoop out your dyke cunt and feed it to you. You think I can’t hurt you just because I can’t kill you? You’d be surprised what kind of files on torture I’ve been given.”

“I’d be less surprised than you think,” smirked Crimson. “Now when you broke your own child through repeated rapings. When did you start on her? Five? Younger? You seem like the ‘toddlercon’ type… maybe even the babycon type. I bet her mother spit her out right onto your dick for her first impalement. You were so disappointed that it wasn’t a tight newborn pussy on your dick, that you made her into the girl she is.”

Shadow clenched his teeth as he glared at her. His system already hyped from their interesting last few weeks, he charged at Crimson for the last few meters. Crimson smirked, stepping out of the way of the rabid cyber-pony so that he collided into the back wall of Smokey’s pod instead of tackling her. A moment later, the door to the pod closed and locked from the outside.

“Hi, Dad!” Smokey grinned as he landed atop her instead of the one he wanted. “So uh… you didn’t catch her, wanna catch me instead?”

“Oh for… what’s the point of putting me in here!” Shadow cried out as he shoved Smokey away from him. “Overmare! I’m not going to kill my daughter because I’m locked in a pod with her.”

“That’s because I haven’t yet pumped in the gas,” said Crimson casually from the outside. “I found some full-fledged Touch in the lab canisters, and that’s the one I’ve hooked up to your pod. I’ll dose you with enough that not even whatever blood filter you have will be enough to resist it.”

“Really?” Smokey’s heart jumped at the realization of what she’d done. This was really happening! “Oh, thank you Overmare! I’ll die screaming good for you!”

“And I”ll be watching through the camera and violently masturbating,” they could hear the smirk in Crimson’s voice. “And I’ll do my best to ensure you meet Daddy in whatever afterlife featherbrains go to later on; you can fuck again!”

“I knew I could count on you,” piped up Paper Cut’s voice from the nearest monitor. “But you know, Thunder will probably kill you when he gets back.”

“He’ll try,” Crimson chuckled. “But he lacks the knowledge to actually put me down. Besides, I’ve figured out who helped with your little scheme now, so I’m ready to go if I go.”

“I can still put you down,” said Paper Cut darkly. “But I won’t unless you break your rule.”

“I have faith that my rule will not be broken,” said Crimson. “This’ll be the final straw. These buckers will be at each other’s throats like hobos on ham sandwiches. And when it’s over, you’re my bitch. Got it?”

“If you manage to survive, sure,” Paper Cut smirked. “I’ll be your bitch. I”ll even let you transfer me to one of your magic books with your silly little method.”

“No,” Shadow’s voice sounded slightly panicked as a pink mist sprayed into the pod, at first holding his breath.

Smokey did anything but, taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes back. Her body surged with a thousand pleasures, this dosage so much more potent than the batch the AI had managed to mix up using spare chemicals.

She wasted no time, pushing her head beneath Shadow’s belly and slurping at his already solid tip. The tip that had been looking forward to another rape with the Overmare got his daughter’s talented muzzle instead as she worked her lips down his length, massaging his balls in her hooves as she swallowed against the tip. It was hard and metallic, and sure to rip her apart once he got going.

“Buck, please no,” Shadow squeaked as he felt her muzzle, knowing it was inevitable. For all his criticism of her, he still loved his family, and it would tear him up inside to see himself doing this with no ability to stop it. It made Smokey throb all the harder with anticipation.

“Wow,” Smokey purred between suckles as he didn’t stop her. “This is the first time I’ve sucked you off when you weren’t asleep. Come on, Daddy. You know I want this, butcher your faggot-assed son that’s been such a disappointment!”

“Shut! Up!” Shadow smacked Smokey off his shaft with a backhand claw, sending a delightful surge of pain through her jaw as she hit the side of the pod. He then crouched down, holding his head in both claws as she chemicals overloaded his system.

Smokey purred and turned her bottom around to face her father, raising her tail and swaying her hips invitingly. She made sure her crushable balls swang freely for him to see, and licked her lips at those claws of his. Soon they’d be ripping her into pieces and she couldn’t wait. She took another deep breath of the mist, her already snapped brain locking into ‘die’ mode.

“Finally!” Smokey refused to shut up. “I’m going to die screaming with my Dad’s incestuous cock throbbing inside me! I can’t wait!”

“SHUT UP!” Shadow shrieked, grabbing Smokey by the throat. He balled up his fist, slamming it into Smokey’s face as hard as he could several times. “Shut! It! Right! Bucking! NOW!”

“Yeah,” Crimson said from outside. “I’m going to filter in a healing mist too because otherwise he’ll kill you and end your suffering too soon.” She was such a good friend.

“Thank you so much, Overmare!” Smokey cried out. “Have fun making sure everyone else dies too when I’m gone! I hope your death hurts just as much.”

“Oh I will,” promised Crimson. “And don’t worry, I’m sure I have quite a few agonizing deaths in store for me over the years. Now I’m just going to relax, watch the video feed to your pod on this computer, and masturbate while I wait for Thunder to get back from killing Devil. Then he’ll probably kill me too.”

“Why won’t you shut up!?” shrieked Shadow. “Buck it all, I’ll make sure it hurts enough for you to suffer!”

Shadow pinned Smokey against the wall by his neck with one claw, bringing a hind hoof down on her balls and crushing them against the floor. She rolled her eyes back and shivered, so glad that she’d made the decision to keep them. There was no way a cunt punt could compare to the delight of having her balls crushed.

Smokey squealed in delight when Shadow then slammed her onto the floor, lifting her rump end and letting his metal shaft push between her soft slutty rump cheeks. Finally after wanting it for so long, her father pushed his dick into her ready bottom, splitting it apart. She hadn’t been able to pre-lube herself over the past few days as she normally did, and Thunder’s fuck of her hadn’t helped, so the rough metallic surface was excruciating dragging against the dry surface within.

“Yes, rape your slut of a daughter!” Smokey moaned. “Give her all she deserves.”

“I don’t have a fucking daughter!” shrieked Shadow. “I have a faggot son that thinks he’s a mare! But he isn’t, or he’d have had these things removed!”

Shadow grasped her balls again in one of his claws. He pounced his ass as hard as he could, piledriving him against the floor as he squeezed his fist. This time he didn’t stop, the powerful cybernetic claw crushing the flesh harder than Smokey had ever felt. Pain ripped through her body as the fragile orbs finally burst, popping like crushed fruit.

The agony was too much, and Smokey came one more time with her ruined equipment. There was only a brief shot of cum before it was replaced with blood, squirting down onto Smokey’s face. She opened her muzzle, spreading the cumblood around in her muzzle as she moaned in ecstasy at the agony.

“Yeah tear that bitch apart,” Crimson encouraged over the speaker. “The only thing worse than a male is a male that wants to fuck other males. Double disgusting.”

“I swear you are next, fucking dyke cunt!” Shadow screamed at Crimson, but he probably wasn’t considering that he was locked in here until she let him out. He’d likely be spending a good amount of time with Smokey’s corpse, which made it all the more incredible.

Shadow was determined to make Smokey’s moans turn into screams, and did everything he could. When crushing the balls didn’t work, he leaned over and bit down on her whole shaft and what was left of them. He chewed with his sharpened metal fangs, careful to crunch and tear at them while not fully separating them. It felt like what Smokey imagined the rock blender had felt like for Winter, absolutely delightful, but even more so since her own father was effectively blowing her.

The metal shaft didn’t bend and give like a normal one did, so instead of winding a bit up the intestines from it’s incredible length, it rammed right through the flesh and into Smokey’s gut, pushing through the thick strands of shit piping within.Still he kept ramming it, body shivering as he neared bliss.

As he continued to chew, Shadow grabbed for Smokey’s front legs, one in each claw. He twisted with excellent precision, snapping them back at the knee and shattering both joints. He wrenched them, sending waves of delight and torment through her as bone shards poked through flesh, only to move down to her ankles, bending her knees the wrong way as he did the same to them.

“More!” begged Smokey. “Yes, Daddy, cum in my ass as you torture me, then do more!”

As little as he wanted to follow his slut daughter’s begging, Shadow couldn’t hold it. He came hard, pushing a blast of cum directly into Smokey’s gut. The gas egging him on, he continued ramming as cum tinged blood poured down his ballsack. He groaned himself, tearing back and finally ripping the rest of Smokey’s equipment from her body.

“You want to be a girl? Let’s make you one!” Shadow growled. It wasn’t clear if he was still trying to hurt her more than she could stand, or if he was just lost in the moment and really enjoying himself. Either way, Smokey was happy it was happening in a way that would make her father guilt-ridden when it was over. Maybe that’d make him enjoy his own inevitable death more.

Shadow crammed his claws into the wound where Smokey’s dick had been, tearing open the flesh there. Smokey twitched violently, useless broken legs flailing as her hind ones kicked on either side of Shadows hips. He rammed his solid shaft into the wound, tearing through the flesh with his metallic barbs, as if he could harden them for just such an occasion; the scientists must have been feeling really kinky when they designed that part of him.

She continued to squirm, but rather to resist, she did her best to ram her hips in response to his. Grasping her hind legs around his powerful helps, she felt his muscles twitch and flex with each shove. The leg gripping annoyed him, so he grasped it at the knee and squeezed shattering the bone before twisting it around. It only made her squeal in delight more.

“Why am I doing this?” Shadow cried even as he wound-fucked her. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Oh don’t be like that,” Crimson said over the speaker into the pod. Even over the brutality, they could hear the wet sound of her masturbating. “I’m just making you do right by your daughter. What kind of terrible father doesn’t murder-rape his girl when she asks nicely? I swear, parents these days.”

“Thunder will kill you,” Shadow said. Somehow the cyber components in his brain allowed him to debate her even while his body kept going without his control. “You have to stop me!”

“Yeah, probably,” Crimson admitted. “Should be fun, right? … yeah I probably won’t think that when it actually happens, I’m not the pain slut that your little faggot in there is. Though also might be Devil. I’m sure whichever wins that little male-on-male action out there will be back here, find the first thing they see, and kill it.”

“You engineered this, didn’t you?!” Shadow screeched. “You’re the NLR traitor!”

“I wish,” Crimson’s eye roll was audible. “And why is it an NLR traitor? Paper just said ‘traitor’, we’re the ones that made the jump to this having anything at all to do with the war. For that matter, did she even say the traitor wanted to kill anyone?”

“Oh, you’re good,” Paper admitted, no doubt watching the action as well. “Didn’t think any of you would figure that out before I told you.”

Shadow shrieked, both from the realization that their entire logic for finding the traitor had been wrong, and from the fact that he was about to cream again hard in the crotch wound. Despite his misgivings, it still felt amazing to pour another load into her though, pumping the stinging fluid deep into her bloody gash, continuing to twist her leg so violently that he didn’t realize it came off until several seconds after it was a blood-spurting stub itself.

“Yeees,” Smokey groaned, dizzy from blood-loss, but straining to hold on as long as she could, wanting to feel more agony. “I love you, Daddy!”

“Love you too,” Shadow growled, slightly more sincere now that he saw her really going.

Shadow leaned forward and kissed her deeply, gagging as he did so and vomiting up the chunks of her shaft into her own muzzle. He didn’t have to force her muzzle shut as she willfully choked on it as well, gnawing and swallowing down as much as she could.

As he withdrew his shaft from the cum-filled wound, Shadow pushed his claw back into the wound, this time tearing upwards to slice a large gaping hole up her gut, cum drenched intestines spilling onto the floor. He pushed his shaft back into what was left of her asshole, feeling her death throws rattle through her form before she gave it up, continuing to pound her ass as she did.

“There, die with Daddy’s cock in you,” Shadow panted. “Just like you wanted.”

“Well that was touching,” Crimson commented.

“Still going to kill you next,” Shadow promised. “If someone else doesn’t.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you out of there,” chuckled Crimson. “But you can jack off while someone else kills me maybe. Oh you should wrench her head off and fuck the neck hole!”

“Breaks’ sake you are…” Shadow panted. “Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

It was the last thing Smokey heard as she faded, feeling her father’s hands wrench around her neck and twist. She died with a blissful grin on her face, knowing she wouldn’t be the last death here.

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