Club Fatale, Pt. 8 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 8

... draining all the men dry and was kneeling on the floor with a stained face. I stepped up to her. “Sweet thing,” I asked softly, “are you prepared to meet your fate?” The girl looked at me and solemnly nodded. “Don’t you dare, Evan Anderson!” Vivian thundered, and she stepped between me and her daughter. “DON’T YOU EVEN THINK, --” My open-handed slap sent her staggering, falling to her knees. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and thrust a gag inside. I quickly tied it about her head and then bound her hands behind her. “Easy, sweetie,” I whispered, a promise into her ear. “You’ll join your lovely daughter, soon!” I stepped up to the Wheel. “Wait, Anderson!” Weiss demanded. “Let me make the spin for the girl.” I stared at the dark-haired German for a long moment, in disbelief and then, in sudden, rising anger, I said: “Fuck you, Weiss!” “I’ll make it worth your while, Anderson.” “Make your offer quickly,” I said. “A girl from among my Alphas, in exchange for her,” he said, confidently. “Anyone you choose, Anderson. You can’t get a fairer offer then that, can you?” “Two,” I said, certain he would never agree. The silence was palpable. “Very well, Anderson,” he said. “But if it’s going to be two of them, then I’ll be the one to make the choices.” “As long as they’re Alphas,” I said, “I’ll take whichever ones you don’t want, Weiss. But I still want satisfaction tonight, in Gillian’s place. I’ll take the redhead for that.” Weiss frowned at me. I didn’t think there was any ...

... way he would go for such an outrageously one-sided deal, even if Abigail was only a Class-B Femme. But on the other hand, I could see the desire building on his face; I had seen it many times, ever since he lost the poker game that night. Finally, he broke. “Agreed, you bloodsucker,” he said. I kissed Gillian softly on the side of the mouth. “Go to him, girl,” I whispered. His arm grabbed her roughly; he kissed her deeply. “No spin for you, my lovely. I know exactly how I want you.” Chapter Sixteen – Final Fortunes In no time at all, Gillian was strung up on the gallows beside Weiss’ other blonde, Joy. Weiss watched them with intense satisfaction, staring up as their twisting forms writhed before the assembled group. He sat, to watch and jack off. “Don’t look, Viv,” I said and turned the brunette’s head toward my cock. Abigail stepped up beside me and kissed at my neck. She watched with me as the slender mother took my cock inside her shivering mouth and tight throat -- her daughter twisting in the grip of the noose not more than twenty feet distant. I brushed Vivian’s hair back and looked into her eyes. My eyes flicked from mother to daughter. “She’s struggling now, baby,” I whispered, cruelly, to her. “Struggle with her,” I said and pulled her down on my cock. I suffocated her with my cock as I watched Gillian’s neck stretch in the noose. Several long minutes passed. Gillian and Joy survived on little gasps of air, but gradually, both started to weaken, faces turning red. Viv ...