Life is Fleeting

Fleetfoot didn’t think he’d do more than pull her fingers back, but shrieked in shock as her fingers broke with a loud sickening crack. Soarin bent back her four fingers all the way until the backs of them touched the top of her hand. Several were barely hanging on with a bit of flesh by the time he let them go, and another source of agonizing torment joined the chorus of it throughout Fleetfoot’s body.

Fleetfoot shrieked and reached for the hand with her other, wanting to pull the fingers back into place as much as she could. Spitfire grabbed that arm and twisted it around instead. Fleetfoot’s scream reached a new octave as her elbow snapped, and Spitfire twisted the wound even after breaking it, leaving it swollen and bleeding, shards of broken bone poking free of the grotesquely damaged flesh.

An expression of wide-eyed shock on what was left of her face, Fleetfoot looked at her hand and arm. It had an impossible surreality once again, like it must have been a nightmare. Yet it felt all too real to be that. It obviously wasn’t enough to cooperate if even one accidental movement could make them do this to her. Her blood went ice cold as she realized that she was most likely going to die here and there was nothing she could do.

“Please help me!” Fleetfoot screeched at the top of her lungs. “I’m being raped and they’re gonna kill me, please I don’t want to die!” The chance of anyone hearing her was beyond slim, but there was no way that she could stop herself.

The others looked around as if they thought someone else might have arrived when she started screaming like that, but they were still alone in Rainbow’s house. Fleetfoot’s racket was just babbling from a broken rape victim.

Thunderlane punched Fleetfoot in the face again to shut her up and she quieted down to sobs. She realized her mistake and was terrified that they would break something else now. Even though they didn’t immediately, she felt herself sink into utter despair. It was pointless to do or not do anything, they were too irrational to be reasoned with. This was how she would die, and no one else even knew she had come here, so they might well get away with it.

Thinking back to before, Fleetfoot remembered how familiar and certain Rainbow and Soarin had been about Lyra and BonBon being dead, and she had to wonder if they had done this before. Especially after one of them said this was only the second hottest thing they’d seen. Oh gods her friends weren’t just crazy, they were actual serial killers.

“Stop bitching!” Spitfire said. “It’s not like you need your arms to play soccer.”

“Not that she’s very good at it to begin with,” laughed Spitfire.

“She’s never going to have the opportunity to play soccer again!” said Thunderlane. “I mean, I can’t believe this cunt-licker lied to me! She said she was into it! Bitch!”

“Dude, brutal!” laughed Rainbow, making sure to get shots of the broken bones before focusing on Fleetfoot’s cum dripping pussy, fluid drooling down to her asshole that was about to be invaded.

“Are we really going to kill her?” Spitfire asked, chuckling. “Not that I’m not all for it. After hearing what you two did to Lyra and BonBon I’ve been hoping to get to do the same to someone.” She confirmed what Fleetfoot had feared.

“Don’t see how we can’t now,” said Thunderlane. “There’s no way she isn’t going to tell on us.”

“Rainbow, you picked Fleetfoot up, right?” asked Spitfire. “Anyone see you?”

“Nah,” said Rainbow. “She went out without her parents permission so they have no idea where she is.”

“Fucking jackpot,” grinned Thunderlane. “Yeah, let’s murder this slut. Was Lyra and BonBon this sexy?”

“We just choked them out,” Soarin said. “Not cool beating or breaking, I think this bitch might actually be more fun.”

Fleetfoot’s eyes widened more the more they talked. She couldn’t believe she was hearing her heroes discuss her murder, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she had somewhere to run, she was too weak to do so.

“What about the corpse though?” Spitfire asked.

“Well I want to break in her ass while she’s alive,” said Soarin as he pushed Fleetfoot’s legs apart where she lay broken on the bed. “But I want to fuck her after she’s dead at least once too, like let her sit for a bit and fuck her corpse after it’s all cold and clammy. We disposed of the other lesbos before we could really do much with the corpses.”

“Now that you say it like that…” pondered Thunderlane. “Hey I’m all for it, yeah I’ll ram my dick in this slut’s cadaver.”

“Was actually hoping to try licking her pussy while I grind on her stupid dead face too,” Rainbow added. “Not every day you get the chance to try necrophilia.”

“That’s all a given, but that’s not what I mean, dumbasses,” said Spitfire. “I mean how do we get rid of the dead body after we’re done fucking it?”

“A-are you fucking serious?” Fleetfoot looked on in shock. “Guys… I really didn’t mean to push you away, I swear. I’m still into it even now, seriously!”

“Shut the fuck up, Fleetfoot,” said Spitfire. “Dumb fuck, of course we’re serious.”

“Applejack helped last time,” said Rainbow, even as she continued to film Soarin crawling up atop Fleetfoot. “She has a wood chipper; all we have to do is tell her we killed Fleetfoot for being a dyke and she’ll be all for it.”

“She’d be okay with us chopping up a corpse we killed?” Spitfire asked.

“If we tell her we killed her for being gay yeah,” said Rainbow. “Applejack’s family is super religious, they’re members of the Church of the Inoffensively Vague Religion or something like that. I’ll try and panic and say we went overboard when trying to correct her, which is true enough. Like I said, she chopped up Lyra and BonBon and no one ever found out, so it should be okay.”

“Yeah she’s super okay with it,” Soarin confirmed. “Her big brother literally fucked their corpses as they were being fed into the chipper.”

“Cool, then it’s settled,” Spitfire said. “Hey Thunder, get over here and fuck me while I watch.”

“S-settled?” Fleetfoot stammered. “Come on, you’re not thinking right! At least wait until the crap you took wears off to think about it!”

“Won’t be as fun if we’re not high, stupid,” Rainbow said.

“Stop being a bitch about it,” Spitfire rolled her eyes. “You are going to DIE. There’s nothing you can do about it, so just let it happen and enjoy it as much as you can.”

Fleetfoot still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All she could do is stare in abject terror, she couldn’t even properly react anymore. Her whole body felt cold and numb, though she only wished that helped at all with the pain. She lay there limply, knowing now that each moment of this torment was bringing her closer to oblivion. She’d be gone and no one would ever even find her completely desecrated body. She couldn’t even feel enough emotion in this pit of despair to be angry that they’d get away with it.

Soarin groaned as he pushed his cock to Fleetfoot’s already well-raped pussy, Thunderlane’s cum drooling out as he pushed inside. He kept his chest high so Rainbow could get a good shot of penetration as he dipped in a few times to get lubricated for her other hole.

Fleetfoot tensed as she felt his tip then move to her asshole, clenching her teeth and ready for another source of torment. Soarin grinned and forced himself forward. A virgin ass with very little lube was quite another story from a virgin pussy, and it took him a good bit of time to get fully engorged.

Soarin seemed to get off on just the effort though as Fleetfoot quietly sobbed beneath him. When he finally forced his dick all the way into her, he groaned and worked into a violent thrusting. Fleetfoot cried out, the pain more than she expected. It felt like every new source exponentially built on what she was already experiencing, and she couldn’t imagine even Hell being worse.

Fleetfoot’s asshole was bleeding noticeably within a few strokes, and soon blood was drooling down her ass cheeks and onto the bed. It was likely not all from tearing at her anus, but also from her massive internal bleeding thanks to her beating. She started to realize that even if they let her go this minute, she’d probably die anyway.

“Damn that clench,” moaned Soarin. “You’re convulsing inside, you slut. Damn, bet she’s going to clench like crazy when she’s dying. I want to be fucking her pussy as she dies.”

“Fine with me,” said Thunderlane. “I want to be fucking that ass while the bitch is dying, so works out fine.”

Spitfire continued to watch on all fours, right next to Fleetfoot on the bed. Thunderlane pulled up behind her, entering her from behind. He grasped her hips and went to down on Spitfire’s cunt, leaning forward to watch Fleetfoot’s second rape as well. As she rolled her hips back against Thunderlane, Spitfire pulled out her own camera and started videoing as well.

“S-Soarin,” Fleetfoot stammered, her sobbing picking up again. “Come on, dude. We’ve been friends since elementary school, you don’t really want to kill me do you?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Soarin groaned.

“Dude come on,” Fleetfoot said. “I’m begging you, man. Listen, I will be your fuck slave from now until forever if you keep them from killing me. I won’t tell ANYONE about this, I’ll just claim some dudes attacked me in an alley and give false descriptions. Or I’ll describe some guys you don’t like to get them in trouble!”

“Why would he want a fuck slave like you?” laughed Thunderlane. “The way you’ve treated us tonight, you don’t deserve to leave here alive. This is what all cock-teasing dykes deserve.”

“Guys please I don’t want to die!” Fleetfoot screeched in frustration. “You can keep me fucking captive to make sure I can never tell, just please don’t kill me!”

“Aw yeah that’s the good shit,” Spitfire moaned in orgasmic bliss. Her body shivered as she creamed herself hard already. Fleetfoot could see the juice splatter out from the tight penetration between Spitfire’s pussy and Thunderlane’s cock.

“D-did you just orgasm to me begging for my life?” Fleetfoot asked in disbelief.

“Hell yeah I did,” moaned Spitfire.

“Fuck,” Fleetfoot stared at the ceiling. “This is really happening… I’m really going to die… How the fuck did this happen…”

“You being a bitch is how it happened,” Soarin grunted as he rammed harder, the sound of their bodies smacking and the suction of him pushing in and yanking from her bleeding ass growing louder. “We gave you plenty of chances to stop.”

“I guess you loved pussy more than life,” Thunderlane smirked, rolling his eyes back as Spitfire’s tunnel spasmed around him. “Fine by me!”

“Well in that case, I feel left out,” Rainbow said.

Rainbow continued to film from the new angle, but moved onto the bed to sit atop Fleetfoot’s face. She lowered her hips and rubbed her drooling snatch on Fleetfoot’s broken nose, making her body spasm.

“Eat it, bitch,” Rainbow demanded. “Hey, turn her bottom up a bit so I get a good view of penetration from here.” She grinned as Soarin did just that. “Damn that’s a bloody hole. I hope it hurts as much as it looks like it does.”

“Why should I?” asked Fleetfoot. “You’re going to fucking kill me no matter what I do!”

“Yeah but the question is,” chuckled Rainbow. “Will we kill you slow or fast? Painful or more painful? I hear burning to death is the worst way to die, you know. Want to try it out and let us know?”

Fleetfoot stammered but couldn’t answer. She just stared up at the pussy of her tormentor. She could barely think at this point.

“Come on you disgusting dyke,” Rainbow demanded. “Do what you do best, you better use your fingers too.”

Fleetfoot was certain that Rainbow wasn’t joking with the threat, so complied the best she could, reaching her tongue out to lap at Rainbow’s slit. Fleetfoot tried to lift her arm broken at the elbow, but could only twitch the base as the lower arm twitched about. Instead she took the hand on her broken arm in her hand with the broken fingers, crying out as she forced the first arm to move. She held her good hand with her bad hand between her thumb and hand so it could reach Rainbow. She could barely move the fingers on her good hand, but managed to rub around Rainbow’s labia and against her clit as she ate her out.

“That’s it,” Rainbow groaned. “Goddess damn, why does this feel so good? Fucking power trip, raping someone you’re about to murder.”

Fleetfoot felt Rainbow’s cunt spasm in orgasmic bliss as she came all over her face. She had to swallow quickly to keep from drowning in the profuse juice as it stung at her bruised and battered face. She weakly lapped at the pussy to make it as good as she could, hoping to sate her psychotic friend for as long as she could manage.

“How about bucking those hips against me,” Soarin demanded. “I may as well be fucking a corpse already.”

Fleetfoot was too broken not to comply again, pushing her hips up, and even worked into the rolling motion of her hips and Soarin’s. Her movements were a bit jagged, still twitching with pain, her body now in complete torment, and it wasn’t ever getting better until they finally killed her. She realized that she’d slowly started to look forward to fading out now. Maybe if she got them off quickly they’d get this over with.

“If she does good enough for a painless death,” said Spitfire, as if that was still even a possibility. “We should suffocate her in mine or Dash’s pussy. That’d be a nice ironic death for a fucking dyke.”

Fleetfoot just stared blankly as she ate out Rainbow and rolled her hips up against Soarin’s ass-fucking. She was broken in both mind and body, having completely given in to her terrible fate at the hands of her own friends, or former friends at least.

“Whose cunt you want to suffocate in, slut?” Soarin asked.

“I don’t care,” Fleetfoot said weakly as Rainbow lifted herself long enough for their victim to answer. “Flip a fucking coin.”

“Fucking slut,” Thunderlane growled. “She doesn’t even care whose pussy she eats.”

“I’ll do it,” Spitfire said. “Dash is already getting to ride her face. How about Soarin cum in me after Thunderlane so that she can choke on your cum as she dies.”

“Eh, okay I guess,” said Rainbow. “I get to ride her face and lick her dead cunt once she’s a corpse though.”

“Fair enough,” said Spitfire. “We’ll leave her corpse to cool overnight and fuck it in the morning for the full necro effect.”

“Fucking yeah,” Thunderlane either agreed or was just signaling that he was packing a load into Spitfire. Spitfire pressed her hips back and moaned as he pumped his second load of the night into his girlfriend. He grinned at Spitfire. “You just want an excuse to get fucked again by Soarin, slut.”

“Yeah, what about it?” winked Spitfire.

“I’ll pack any hole in here,” Soarin groaned. “I am so pumped… fuck!”

Soarin creamed shortly after Thunderlane had, continuing to ram Fleetfoot’s ass through his entire orgasm. He pulled free of her bloody rear and moved up onto the bed, straddling her about the chest and letting his dick fall against her chin.

“Clean it, whore,” Soarin said.

As Rainbow moved up off Fleetfoot’s face, the broken girl looked at Soarin’s cock with glazed eyes. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to feel any sicker. She just grasped it in the fingers of her good hand, though she could barely move them, that whole section of her arm blue and red as if not getting oxygen due to the break at her elbow. Fleetfoot grasped it the best she could, then slurped at the tip, nursing and lapping her own blood and feces from the still-throbbing shaft.

“Bet you wish you weren’t such a cock-tease all night now, dumb slut,” Spitfire said as she reached over to Fleetfoot, pushing a forefinger into her pussy and middle finger into her ass to feel around. She pulled them out, licking them clean of cum and blood. “If you’d taken some dicks without bitching about it like a normal girl, you wouldn’t be about to die.”

“I’ll fuck her throat,” Soarin pushed Thunderlane aside. “Put a load in your whore girlfriend so she’ll have a nice mix for this bitch to choke on.

Thunder’s shaft slipped out of her mouth, but Fleetfoot kept her mouth open as Thunder’s replaced it, the male straddling her chest. He reached down to grope at her breasts, squeezing and twisting them as hard as he could, then moved his hands to her head. Holding her at an uncomfortable angle, he pushed his shaft deeper into her throat than Thunderlane had.

Fleetfoot gagged on the shaft as it was forced down into her throat. She tried to swallow against it like a good slut to get him off fast, but it was impossible to do with her first ever fellatio. She could only convulse her throat around him, which he definitely didn’t seem to mind as he rolled his eyes back and dug his fingers into her scalp.

Her stomach was already in knots, and Fleetfoot couldn’t help but vomit even if it might make things worse for her. Getting it out was another thing though, and she found herself in a cycle of retching up the bloody contents of her stomach and getting it stuffed back down into her esophagus by her rapist. His dick was coated with reddish vomit as he continued to pound her head.

Meanwhile she saw Spitfire sitting in Thunderlane’s lap, sliding her already drooling pussy down over his shaft. It was a disgusting sight to Fleetfoot, but it wasn’t like she could vomit more than she already was. Her breasts bounced freely up and down as she moved on his shaft, which was at least a bit more pleasant to look at.

“Hurry up and cum in me,” Spitfire demanded. “I don’t want to wait to drown this slut in cum.”

“Fuck yeah,” Thunderlane groaned as he rammed his hips up to bounce her. “Bout to be one less fucking dyke in the world.”

Fleetfoot was sure it would be taking longer for them to get off now, but she lost track of time so wasn’t sure how long it was taking. All she knew is that she could barely breathe, him only pulling back every now and then for her to get a breath so she wouldn’t die yet. She tried to hold her breath when he did, wanting to go earlier, but forcing herself to hold it when her body was screaming for air wasn’t something she had the willpower to do even on a good day.

“Drink it slut!” Thunderlane finally growled as she felt his cock pulse in her burning throat. She continued to convulse her throat over him as he shoved his load deep inside of her. Dominating his victim must have made his stamina unstoppable, or perhaps it was the drugs, but he seemed to drench her with just as much cum as he’d pushed into her asshole before.

“Time to die slut,” Spitfire was crawling over to straddle her head before Thunderland had barely withdrawn his shaft. Fleetfoot looked weakly up at Spitfire’s clenched pussy, allowing her arms to fall limply at her side.

This was it. She would be murdered in cold blood and her corpse desecrated tomorrow morning. Then she’d probably get fucked again by Applejack’s brother as she got chopped up. But at this point, she welcomed death no matter what was going to happen to her body.

Soarin turned her onto her side on the bed, snuggling up behind her as she felt his erection throb against her bleeding asshole. She raised her upper leg obediently, feeling him stroke his arm against it as he pulled it up into the air.

“Honestly I would have found a reason to kill her no matter how willing she was,” Soarin admitted. “As soon as I found out she was a lesbo, I’ve wanted to do a repeat of what we did to those other dykes.” He licked at the back of Fleetfoot’s neck before adding to her. “You’re gonna get the death you so grossly deserve.”

Thunderlane moved against her front, his slightly softer shaft quickly firming up when feeling the warmth of her gaping pussy. He slid one hand to her leg as well, dragging his fingernails against it as his other moved to grope at her bruised breasts.

“Glad you did,” Thunderlane added. “I’ve wanted to do it at all after seeing those videos of you and them. Too bad Fleetfoot isn’t loved enough for us to kill her in front of a girlfriend.” He leaned forward and said to Fleetfoot almost gently. “I can’t wait to feel your deathgasm on my dick you rug muncher.”

“She’ll get plenty of love,” Rainbow chuckled, making sure to catch everything she could on camera. No doubt this would be the porn that would warm them up at their next get together. “She’ll get more dick as a corpse than most dykes ever get.”

“C-can the guys choke me out too while she’s riding me?” Fleetfoot managed to get out as she faced upwards. Suffocating on pussy seemed difficult or impossible without some extra effort, and she didn’t want to risk surviving torment until morning.

“Beg for it,” Soarin groaned, pushing his shaft into her asshole and reaching his free hand around to tickle at the front of her throat. He pushed deep, more of her blood coating his shaft and drooling down his ballsack into a puddle on the bed.

“Yeah beg for what you deserve, slut,” Thunderlane agreed, moving his hand to grasp her throat beneath Soarin’s, moving the hand that had held her let to twist at one of her breasts instead. He pushed into her pussy, which easily slurped him inside now, getting just as much blood on his dick in the process. She was broken inside and out in every way.

“Fuck,” Spitfire groaned as she lowered her hips slightly, but gave Fleetfoot room to speak first. All of them wanted to hear the lesbian beg for death. They wanted to know they’d truly broken a girl that much.

“Please kill me,” Fleetfoot gagged out the words, trying to lift her head to lap once at Spitfire’s clenched pussy, tasting the hint of sperm. “I deserve it for being a cock-tease, for being a bitch just cause you wanted to rape me, this is what all lesbians deserve… just promise you’ll defile my corpse nice and hard before I’m chopped into mulch.”

“Now that is some sexy ass last words,” Rainbow groaned, fingering herself with her free hand as she videoed them.

“I’ll make sure they are her last,” said Spitfire as she lowered her hips down, clasping her pussy over Fleetfoot’s mouth and shivering when Fleetfoot immediately licked her deeply. Spitfire relaxed her pussy, allowing Soarin and Thunderlane’s sperm milkshake to ooze out into her mouth.

The two males squeezed her throat as they began to thrust, cutting off her air completely, making it impossible for her to swallow the load of spunk that was gathering in her mouth. She didn’t care, she just let it puddle there, helping to cut off her breath. It was finally time for the sweet release from this nightmare.

Fleetfoot’s hips were pumped back and forth in a rabid game of pelvis ping pong, each guy seeming to compete for who could ram his hips the hardest and then shoving her against the other’s dick. Soarin released her leg to reach around her to squeeze the other breast that Thunder wasn’t already twisting, doing the same to it. The pain washed over her, melting into her, but was insignificant again what she already felt, not to mention the psychological torment.

The only small blessing was that her tormentors ceased their incessant conversations for a moment, replaced by grunts and moans as they worked to fully savor their victim. She felt her face go even bluer as her oxygen was cut off completely, still allowing the mess to puddle in her throat as she kept her mouth open. She could barely work her tongue, but moved to twirl it around Spitfire’s clit while she still could. She wasn’t even sure why she worked to pleasure them at this point now that it wouldn’t speed things up, she was just that broken.

Though not on purpose, her hips seemed to get into the motions with theirs, rolling between them with increasingly rapid motions as they plowed her from both sides. Her body was in such agony by this point that she barely even felt the penetration, everything just blended together within her mind. Even time seemed a blur as she otherwise lay there limply, simply waiting to die.

As her life slowly began to fade, her vision began to blur. She was too weak to even close her eyes though, feeling juice splash onto them and sting as it rolled across her eyeball. Her tongue went limp as her body burned from lack of oxygen, but Spitfire didn’t seem to mind, pressing her hips down more firmly as she arched her back at the sensation of dominating another woman in the most complete way possible.

Her hip movements became spastic as well, not that they were even necessary at this point with Thunderlane and Soarin doing all the work for her. They only seemed more eager when her movements suffered, knowing that the suffocating bitch was approaching death. Her pussy and asshole both still convulsed around the invaders, trying to force them out but only serving to massage them.

A sense of sweet relief washed over her as her body grew numb and the dizziness reached the point of fading off. She relaxed her body, just letting herself be used as she waited for the rescue that only death could give her now. As she faded, she felt Spitfire’s pussy convulse in climax, splashing more fluid in her mouth, which was already full from her inability to swallow, and even puddling more in her wide open eyes. The bliss of her former friend at her death was the last thing she was ever aware of.

“Fucking clench!” Soarin groaned out as her asshole gave one finally squeeze around his shaft, and he was blowing his thick load into her before the ass went limp. Somehow he managed to expel more cum than his previous climax, but he could never tire of this feeling. Despite his insults, he knew she was innocent, and that made it all the hotter for him, using up a pure girl’s life in an agonizing way just to get himself off hard.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding, this is amazing!” Thunderlane agreed. He pumped his own orgasm into her as her pussy relaxed and her urine washed over his dick and the sheets beneath them. He groaned as he felt her fluttering heart beat to a stop beneath her abused breast, and kept pumping his load into her limp pussy until he was too exhausted to do more.

“That was impossibly hot, just like last time,” Rainbow laughed. “I’d suggest we do Vinyl and her whore girlfriend if she didn’t provide us with our drugs.”

“We could still get away with doing her girlfriend probably,” said Spitfire as she slowly lifted her hips, admiring the wide-eyed look of terror frozen on Fleetfoot’s now very dead face. “Then we’d get to smugly know we were responsible for that every time we went and bought from her.”

“We’ll see,” Soarin panted. “For now… let’s leave this dyke to rot while we get some rest. She’ll be nice and cold by morning.”