[Damp Kitten]

Dark Thrill at the Capital Grille

(WARNING:  BRUTAL VIOLENCE.  ROUGH SEX.  EXPLICIT INDIFFERENCE)
*** All Characters Over 18 ***

“There she goes again.”

“What?”  Sam looked at me innocently, sipping his whiskey with the last bite of steak.

“You know what, so stop acting stupid.”  I kicked him playfully beneath the table and regarded him slyly.  “That’s the third time she’s flashed you in less than five minutes, and that wimpy guy sitting across from her is totally oblivious.”

“Fia, I’ve no idea what you’re on about.”

“Panties or commando?” I asked, glaring into his green eyes.

“Commando.”

“Then, you’re guilty as charged,” I smirked.  “Muff or smooth?”

“Definitely smooth.”

“How long have you been watching her, Sam?”

“For a while… maybe since the appetizers.”

“I suppose you want to fuck her?”  Sam nodded affirmatively as the girl headed for the restroom with her purse.  “Same modus operandi as before?  You do realize she expects you to follow her, don’t you?”   Sam nodded again.  “I’m getting about tired of girls coming on to you in every bar and restaurant you take me.  They act like I don’t even exist.”

“And you would have me do what about that?”

“Be rough with her,” I hissed.  “Mess her up good.  Make it worth my while enduring the inconvenience of dealing with her, not to mention ignoring my jealousy watching you with another woman.”  I marched off to the lady’s room in a huff, where I found the lass applying lip gloss in the mirror.



“You want to flash your bald cunt at my man one more time?” I asked her.  The other women in the ladies’ room charged the exit in a panic, certain there was going to be trouble.  They were right.

“I’m sorry?”  The little princess feigned confusion, enunciating with a deep southern drawl.
 
“Don’t act dumb with me, slut.  You know what you were doing, and you’re going to get what’s coming to you.”

“What was I doing?”  I backed her into the corner, simultaneously signaling Sam on my cell that the facilities were clear.

“Let me help you with this dress,” I insisted, ripping the sheer fabric as I jerked down her top, exposing two adolescent appearing breasts.  She was barely a B cup.  I grabbed her tiny nipple and twisted it violently.  She squealed and leaned over, attempting to escape.  I slammed a knee into her abdomen, knocking the breath out of her lungs. “Scream again, wench, and I’ll punch your pretty face to a pulp.” 

I shoved her into the corner that kept closing ever tighter around her.  Her petite body thumped against the stiff wall’s resistance, dazed by the sudden impact.  “You want to tell me now that you weren’t flashing my date?”

“No, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, weakly grabbing my wrist as if she thought retaliation would somehow inhibit my advancement.  How pathetic she was, caught between a meaningless apology and a hapless attempt to defend herself. 

I reached over and squeezed her other nipple, digging my fingernail deep into the soft, supple tissue.  Her maroon areolas were smaller than dimes, miniature cherries on a milky white landscape.  Her mounds were no larger than plump, summer peaches… an embarrassment compared to my luscious ripe melons.  Any red-blooded man would grow bored with them.

Sam finally wandered into the restroom, securing the door after posting an ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign.  He watched me smack the bitch’s titties; leaning her over, arms locked behind her back, whacking her boobs like pendulous pinatas.  Then, I kicked her in the crotch from behind.  She doubled over in pain and dropped to the floor.



“About time you arrived,” I barked impatiently.  “I was just discussing with your new admirer how she’s going to get brutally fucked before I beat her ass black and blue as a back-alley whore.”  Sauntering over to my boyfriend with a confident, sexy strut, I tousled his sandy hair. “And I do hope my demonstration provided a crystal understanding about what I expect you to do to her.”  Sam furrowed his brows, concentrating on my demeanor.

“I assume you took care of her date?”  I stroked Sam through his pants as I awaited his response.

“Taken care of,” he replied.  “Just like you said, he was a wimp.  Easy to manage.  He won’t be bothering us.”

“Good.  You know how I hate interruptions.  I’m looking forward to some quality time with his pretty little angel.  I’m sure he won’t care what we do to her.”

Sam shook his head while the girl writhed on the tile, moaning in the fetal position.  She was attempting to recover from a serious pussy punting.  Ordinarily, a sharp kick to the throat would have polished her off, but I was in the mood to punish her slowly… to savor this cute vixen’s suffering like a glass of champagne.
 
Sam was tenting his trousers and needed relief.  The restaurant was unexpectedly quiet.  I felt comfortable in our surroundings and eager like a Las Vegas mobster getting ready to put a bullet in an undercover snitch.  “What’s your name, princess?”

“Megan,” she whispered, arms draped across her chest, woefully attempting to protect her modesty.  Maybe she was attempting to protect herself from me.  It was certainly too late for that.  Her breasts were already dusky from where I’d twisted and slapped them.  She should have thought better before flashing her slit beneath the table… though, I’m sure she never imagined ending up on her knees at my mercy.

The little bitch tried her best to stand up.  I graciously helped her to her feet, tempted once again to knee her in the cooter but realizing the blow would probably make her vomit.  I didn’t want to deal with the smell.



“Ah, yes.  Megan has a little outfit malfunction.  Lower your arms to your sides and show Sam what happened.  It seems they don’t make dresses like they used to.”  I grabbed what remained of the top and ripped it further until the outfit hung loosely around her hips.  “Slide it off and step out, Megan.  We both want to admire you completely… see what you have to offer after that show in the dining room.  Your mother should have insisted you wear underwear to the prom.”

It was a pleasure to watch her undress, not only because she was beautiful but because I ordered her to do so.  She was left in her sparkly stilettos… no bra, no panties, no stockings, no defenses.  She must have planned on getting dick from someone other than that sad excuse for a beta male sitting earlier at her table.  It was best for everyone concerned that Sam put him out of his misery.  His girl was a minimalist when it came to dressing to impress.  Too bad I was a maximalist when it came to kicking her ass.  I tossed her clothes across the room atop the counter.  She wouldn’t be needing them.

 “You’re up, Sam.  Give her what she wanted and don’t forget what we discussed.”



Moments later, Megan was pinned to the wall, her back heaving against the course bathroom stucco that grated her delicate skin like a block of Parmesan.  Her thighs were raised in a ‘V’, flatly pressed to Sam’s abdomen and chest as he pounded his thick prick into her pouting, pink receptacle.  He jackhammered her cunt until the spasms of her climax were as obvious as the mascara streaming down her hot, blushing cheeks.

“Forced orgasms are my favorite, Sam.  You can see how she loathes that you’re making her come, and I love how she creams on your dick.  Fuck her harder, baby!  Do some damage.”  He did.  Her head banged against the wall.  Sam reamed out her velvet canal.

The sheetrock pummeled the crown of Megan’s skull as Sam intensified each thrust and slowed down his rapid-fire frequency, concentrating on the power of every breathtaking lunge.  I fingered the slut’s anus because it was much too accessible to ignore and far too alluring to avoid slicing that crinkled knot with my razor sharp, French tip nails.
“It’s amazing how this position lends itself perfectly to pushing my fingers way up her shit chute,” I said.  Sam grimaced in agreement as I rammed a second digit into the naughty girl’s rectum, followed closely by a third.  “I bet you’d love to watch me rip Megan’s tight, little sphincter with my fist.”
 
I pulled my fingers out of her ass and rammed them down the back of her throat.  She violently gagged and coughed, gasping desperately for life sustaining oxygen.  “Suck them clean,” I demanded mercilessly, unconcerned about her choking.  I wiped her stringy saliva across her tits.

Sam moaned out a guttural, animalistic response that made my pussy ache for his attention.  He was busting her open, battering her nimble body like a punching bag spinning and swaying in the gym.   Blood spattered on the paint behind Megan’s dirty mind and matted her cinnamon hair.  She mumbled incoherently about Sam using a condom as I poured out her purse in the sink.  Packages of prophylactics fell everywhere.

“I’m guessing she’s fertile because she’s apparently not taking the pill.”  I pocketed a handful of cash before crunching her asthma inhaler into a hundred plastic pieces, having heard the soft wheezes between her agonizing sighs.  “Let her suffocate,” I grinned, removing her shoes and plucking off her jewelry.

“How ‘bout’ that, Sam.  She wears my exact shoe size, and her jewelry matches my outfit.”  I tried all of it on in the mirror, and everything fit me perfectly.  “Do you need some help dropping your load, baby?  It sounded like she wanted you to use a condom.  She doesn’t seem to understand that it’s not going to matter.”

 It was time for Sam to blow his wad, and I didn’t mind assisting.  He had restrained himself adequately, done the damage I requested and then some.  Megan lolled in his arms, limp like a crash test dummy. 

I massaged my lover’s sac until it tensed, no rush to have him nut inside the girl’s gaping gash.  I like to edge him when I can, make his throbbing testicles tingle before they launch their arching ribbons like torpedoes.  It wouldn’t be so bad watching Sam’s semen trickle out of Megan’s twat.  She had screwed up any chance of ever birthing babies by flashing her twat at my man.  Tonight, she was just his cum bucket.

“You’ve literally banged her damn brains out, Sam.  I think you cracked her candy-shell cranium.  Her consciousness is leaking out like the custard you just pumped in her cunt.”

Sam placed the pretty princess on her feet and propped her gently against the wall, but she was way too unsteady to stand.

Megan sank slowly, unresponsive, to the floor, slumped against the sandpaper surface that clawed at her back after excoriating her integument like a vehicle dragging her naked and screaming across angry, black asphalt.


 
Now, the screaming was over.  Her chin drooped down between her pubescent sized tits.  Disheveled brown tendrils draped a dew feathered curtain across her quiet, perspiring complexion.  She was in a dark distant stupor that made her even more desirable, and I kicked her languid legs wide apart. 

Sam’s semen seeped thickly from her cavernous slit and bubbled down her crack where it pooled beneath her bottom on the tile.  It kept oozing out by the spoonful.  Megan’s chapped labial lips opened to a viscous river.

‘So much for putting on a condom, bitch.’ 

Such a perfect punctuation to a beatdown.  Sam had really filled her up and stretched her out.  I imagined his virile sperm swimming upstream, squirming their way into the pinhole opening of her cervix.  They had no way of knowing it was a futile waste of time.  Megan’s eggs were still ripe on the vine, luring the little tadpoles like songs of a siren.

“Anything else you want?” he asked.  I smiled and took his cock in my mouth.  I liked the way it tasted, the salty flavor of a serious fucking.  A little blood.  A little bruising.  A slick coat of cum mixed with a vaginal sheer.  I knew I could make him hard again, and I was totally successful.
 
There had been no disturbances to bother us at the door.  Megan was silent and somnolent, spread out like a slaughtered centerfold in a raunchy porn video, crimson skid marks on the wall outlining her descent.  There was one more thing I wanted to see.

“Flip her over and butt fuck her, Sam.  I want to see your thick dick up her ass.”

I collected the ravaged dress, assessed the stuff from the purse, and crammed all the worthless junk back in her Dooney & Bourke.  There were several curious items that I kept for later use, including zip ties and a leash with leather collar.  In addition, there was a fully charged pocket rocket vibrator that I thought would feel nice on my clit. 
And there was something else too… Megan’s lacy, sheer thong, soiled at the crotch with her musky girl goo.  She had slipped it off for Sam when I wasn’t even looking, probably around the time she arrived in the restaurant.
 
Sam plowed Megan’s shit hole into mutilated oblivion as I used her tainted panties to scour the sticky blood off the wall.  “Yeah baby, ruin that puckered southern belle anus,” I encouraged.  “I want to mount her over the sink with that faucet half a foot up her sweet Magnolia ass.  Let’s see what they say when they walk in on that display.”

Sam finished inside Megan’s raw rectum with a moan.  It had taken quite a while for him to simmer up a second injection.  Consequently, the devastation was much to my liking and her sphincter was essentially decimated.  She had nothing to say about it.  She just laid there comatose, drooling from her double barrel fuck zone.

“What are we seriously going to do with her?” Sam inquired, tucking his spent cock in his pants.

“I’ll show you.”  I grabbed Megan by her bloody mop and dragged her flaccid body into a stall, lifting the toilet seat so I could drape her head facing upward with her neck extended backwards over the rim.  Her brown curls sifted back into the bowl, floating in the water like tentacles. 

I was standing fully dressed in front of Sam.  “Strip me.”

“With pleasure,” he responded, unbuttoning my pleated slacks, and sliding them to the floor.  He removed my rouge blouse and unhooked my black silk bra, allowing my double D’s to spring forth in their glory.  Megan’s breast buds were laughable compared to my succulent jugs, and Sam couldn’t keep himself from fondling and kneading them.
 
“Panties too,” I added, interrupting Sam’s playtime.  He slipped my G String over my ankles.  I stepped out and straddled the toilet facing him, spreading my pussy lips so he could get a good look.  “You want to watch me piss on her face?”

“You’re so fucking nasty, Fia.  I can’t believe the ideas you come up with.”

“And you love it, don’t you, baby?”  Sam leaned over and sucked both my nipples.  “You can have these when I’m finished destroying your little darlin,” I instructed.  “For now, I want you to watch and learn what happens to girls who come on to you in public when I’m around.”

Megan’s mouth had fallen open from hyperextension, which made it easy to pee straight down her throat.  I flooded her mouth like a specimen cup in clinic, then sprayed the rest all over her dumbfounded expression while she feebly gurgled on my urine.

“I seriously thought you had taken care of her, Sam.  I guess I’ll have to finish this myself.”  The dainty girl’s breathing diminished while I squatted on her face… a couple gasps, some shallow panting, then nothing for several seconds.
 
In nursing, we call that agonal breathing, and it’s usually time to unzip the body bag.  Maybe Sam had pithed her beanie after all.  It was probably just a matter of time till she was finished, but I’m an impatient New Yorker who never leaves a snake squirming, especially when it comes from south of Mason Dixon.

I emptied my bladder and flipped Megan over, folding her belly on top of her thighs in front of the porcelain throne.  “Dump those packages of condoms in the bowl,” I told Sam.  “The ones on the counter that I stole from her purse.”

“Whatever for?”

“You’ll see in a minute.  Just throw them all in there and give it a flush.”  Sam tossed the whole lot in the piss infused water and sent them spinning down into the plumbing.
 
“We’ve just stopped up the toilet,” he said.

“Precisely, Sam.  Flush it again.”  And he did until the crest peaked the levee.  “You see how this works?  You raise the water level and just plop her head right in the sewer, exactly where it belongs.”

KERPLUNK!!!   Down she went, completely submerged, hair spreading out like a jellyfish.  The water turned pink, dislodging the crusted blood from the wound on her scalp.  She was perfectly balanced as I pushed her in deeper, arms draped on either side of the seat, tiny tits suspended next to the rim.  I spread her thighs grotesquely from behind, highlighting how Sam had splayed her sloppy openings.

“Her ass and her pussy are both leaking your cum, baby.  I hope your DNA isn’t located in some data bank.”



Suddenly, without warning, the resistance began… flopping and twisting, thrashing water by the quarts.  I saddled Megan like a horse, riding cowgirl - crushing her ribs between my supple knees, subduing her at last like a calf getting roped at the rodeo.

“Hand me those zip ties,” I demanded.  Sam passed the plastic ligatures which I promptly strapped around the girl’s forearms, tying them securely behind her back.  “What a thrill!” I exclaimed, elated by the challenge and my imminent domination.  “The South isn’t rising again, bitch.”

The South certainly was not rising, and neither was Megan.   She kicked a couple times in final desperation before I plunged her pretty face to the bottom.   I twerked my bare ass victoriously at Sam, flashing my needy pink wetness.  My pussy was only inches above Megan’s, and I could sense Sam making a quick comparison of the two.

“Fuck, this slut turns me on!” I admitted as I glanced back to see his reaction.  “Buzz my nub with Megan’s vibe, babe.  I’m sure she’ll appreciate you making me gush down her back about now!  Oh, the irony of you getting me off with her toy while I’m drowning her ass in the toilet.  It’s totally Porn Hub Alfred Hitchcock Unhinged, so superior to Psycho and that shower scene.”

The zing from Meg’s machine blew the hood off my clitoris at the moment that she sucked in her first fatal gulp.  I was wondering how long she could hold her breath.  I guess the cool water awakened her before I finally put her down for good.  It warmed my pussy knowing that she was fully alert as I held her head under while her greasy cunt glistened in the inaccessible air.

She gurgled for twenty-seven glorious seconds, bubbles dancing like a glass of my favorite champagne.  I savored her flavor, kissing her shoulder blades, fondling her breasts as she started to wilt.  I was gentle and loving, caressing her skin with my finger pads, swirling my saliva on her pellet sized nipples.  She sank like a ship.  Liquid sunshine drizzled from her tapered urethra and puddled between her trembling legs.

I sprayed my fragrant essence across her abraded back, climaxing forever beyond the point that I released her to gravity.  I was amazed at how she hung there suspended, head down in the bowl as the water trickled over the sides, her saturated hair pasted to the porcelain contours. Sam buzzed my swollen clit one last time, and I squirted like crazy on her pasty, white ass which I smacked with a vengeance once I finished.

“I have to taste her,” I said, bending down behind her, avoiding the warm pool of piss.  The lips of her pussy were milky and welcoming, a postcoital mixture of flavors that I relished as I pushed my tongue further and slurped up the salty residue.  “I can even slide my tongue up her ass,” I told Sam.  “You fucked it so wide and so deep.  I know you want to see that.”

He did.

I smacked her again, then spread her cheeks wide for insertion.  “Fist her,” Sam insisted, after I ate out Megan’s butt hole for his amusement. 

“You mean her pussy?” I grinned. 

“Both,” he responded.

“You’re sure that her boyfriend won’t mind?”

“Positive,” Sam chuckled, softly wiping all the slime off my face.  I balled up my hand and punched it six inches up her cock sheath.  I pulled back and punched her again.
“Feels good,” I admitted, squishing and prying my hand towards her female gonads… “Like I have a big dick, even bigger than yours.”

“Ram it all the way up to your elbow,” Sam instructed.  “Then, do the same thing to her ass.”

“Yes sir,” I agreed obediently.  Sam always gets what he wants.  I gladly do his dirty work.  He rewards me later.  And Megan didn’t seem to mind.  I think she rather liked it when I finger fucked her uterus…

But maybe not so much when I crushed her two pendulous ovaries.  There must have been a great disturbance in the force as I popped them like grapes, sending thousands of little Megans bleeding out her cunt and streaming down the length of her thighs.

So, I’m not sure she really felt that.  She didn’t actually flinch.




It was easy to force my knuckles through her relaxed anal sphincter.  I almost wanted her to make that a challenge.  Her once virgin asshole was an obliterated wasteland once I plugged it with relentless abandon.

Sam and I agreed that we had to get rid of her.  She couldn’t stay face down in the toilet all night.  It was too freaking obvious what happened and who might have done it.  We carried her out back when the hallway was clear and tossed her purse down a street drain along with scraps from her dress that we used to clean up the toilet water.
We were gathering our energy to sling her into the dumpster when a four-door sedan beamed its brights down the alley.  Sam and I froze in terror.  A load of young men who looked Mexican exited the car smoking joints.  The scent of cannabis was strong as five of them approached.

“You boys work here?” I asked.  I wondered if they cleaned up the restaurant when it closed.  They just looked at us silently like menacing creatures.  Megan was still naked and propped in between us.  We were holding her up like a drunk from the bar with her sopping wet mane draped across her shoulders.  Who could say what happened to her clothes.

“You guys want some pussy?” I intrepidly inquired, pulling her head back with a fist full of curls to give them a better look at the offering.  The men recognized the term, each taking a drag from their hemp.  Quiet.  Intense.

  “Concha,” said Sam.  “Pucha.”

“Si,” said a man still sitting in the car behind the wheel.  He slowly stepped out.  “We take her off your hands, no?”

“Alright,” I agreed.

“We take for five hundred.”

Sam looked at me.  “You can have her for free,” I answered.  “Fuck her all you want.”

“No,” he said.  “You pay me five to take off your hands.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised.  “We don’t have five hundred.”

“Then, we all fuck you too, no?  We fuck you and your girlfriend together… take you both.”

“Sam?”  I noticed he had stepped behind me.  “What are we going to do?”

The man approached me, blowing smoke in my face.  He pulled out a knife and cut off my clothes piece by piece until I was standing completely nude in the alley.  Sam watched him force me over the hood of the car, spreading my legs and shoving his cock in my cunt.  I tried not to scream as he drilled me, my massive boobs bouncing and swirling beneath my chest.  He made me come on his wax job, then he blew his hot load in my pussy.

They all fucked me while Sam watched them complacently… fucked me in my snatch, fucked me up my ass, fucked me down my throat until I cried.
When they were done, they tossed me to the curb… naked and spent and covered with cum.  They lit my clothes like a campfire in the street.  I suppose I should be happy that they didn’t kill me.



“What about the other girl?” asked Sam.  “You’ll take care of her now?”

The man from the car looked at Sam, and the entire parade of Mexicans guffawed.  “What you do with the leash?” he asked.  “What you use it for?”

“Nothing,” said Sam.  “It belongs to the girl.”

“The soggy headed brunette?” asked the Mexican.  He chortled.  “If leash belong to her, she should have it back, no?”  The man took the strap from Sam, then buckled the collar around Megan’s fragile neck.  He dragged her nude body by the leash like a sled.  He dragged her up the alley to a bright, busy street where he dropped her and kicked her several times in the head.
 
He kicked her in the stomach.  He kicked her in the ass.  He rolled her flat on her back and stomped on her tits, then splayed her legs apart and kicked her in the cunt.  He kicked her and kicked her with his black leather boots till the heavy thumping sounds filled the alley like drums.

Megan’s body rolled and tumbled to the beat, leaping off the pavement from the hard, thudding impact.  People walked by as if nothing was happening, fearfully looking in different directions.  The man dragged the battered girl to a lamp post and hoisted her limp body up the pole, hanging her by the neck on a metal extension.  No one even acknowledged she was dangling there naked, beaten to a bloody bitch pulp.

The Mexican strolled back down the alley to his car, dusting off his clothes.  “Taken care of,” he told Sam as everyone piled into the sedan.  He looked at me curiously.  I was dripping cum out of my cunt on the curb.

“Why did you kick the shit out of her?  She was already toast.”  I was curious and a little bit terrified.

“Everyone think it was me,” he said.  “Not you.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You don’t want to know… someone who can kick the shit out of anyone I choose.”

I nodded.  It made sense to me now, though I didn’t understand why he had helped us.



“You like the show, senorita?  You like to watch?”

I felt a pang of dark guilt in my gut.  “Yeah, I liked it.  You roughed her up really good.  Why didn’t you fuck her?”

“My dear senorita,” he replied.  “I prefer fucking you.”  There was a long pause before he started the car.  “I like fucking you in front of your amante.  I like sharing you with my friends.”

“You’ve got a really nice dick,” I sweetly suggested.  “I liked that too.”

“You had a really tight pussy,” he complimented.  “But after six gringos, your cunt is too loose for a doorknob.”



Near the opening of the alley where the streetlamps were glowing, Megan’s body twirled in the breeze.  A vagrant stopped by to loosen the cord and bang her from behind against the grey, metal pole.  He carelessly humped her naked butt, no concerns about who might be watching.
 
I couldn’t help but imagine the sight of his penis, his hairy erection plowing into her smoothly shaved snatch, the filth beneath his foreskin, and the stench of his thick, acrid semen dripping from her cosmopolitan slit.  I could see the chancres on his cock from Herpes and Syphilis, the diseases that he buried up her pink, velvet sheath.  When he came, we heard him cry out over the rumble of the engine.  He dropped Megan’s body on the sidewalk and stumbled away in relief.

“Could you maybe hang her back up when you leave,” I requested as the Mexican put his car in reverse.  It felt like asking him to hook his coat on a rack.

“No, senorita.”  The man smiled.  “You only get what you pay for.”

[grendel]

Thank you.  I liked this one.  Interesting dynamic between the two protagonists.  Hot brutal action and a nice complex ending, the kind I like reading but never seem to be able to write.
Merit and again thanks

[Damp Kitten]

Thank you, Grendel.  There's almost always some real event in my life that serves as a background for my stories - sometimes more than a background.  But no, I'm not wanted for murder... yet.

Actually, I took a page out of your death wish book.  I'm the victim.  (But it's 3rd person omniscient)

xoxoxo

I came reading this.

[Damp Kitten]

I came reading this.

Oh really?  Wow, I'm glad you told me!  Thanks!