Club Fatale, Pt. 10

Chapter Twenty-One – Acceptance

The party was in full swing — as were the three women hanging before the assembled mass of Clubmen and Femmes.

They had only been up for a few minutes, but already I was aching in the cock.

One by one, Jacob let them down from the gallows so that I could take them once more before they expired. Redheaded Cameron. Blonde-haired Kelly. And finally: beautiful, blonde Carol. One by one, I raped them, and finished with the mother. Pulling her off me, I sprayed my semen upon her tits and face — seeding her one last time.

“Sweet Carol,” I cooed admiringly, as I caressed her shivering face, “now you go to join your daughters.”

I leaned in close and spoke softly, intimately, for her ears only.

“I won’t remember you afterwards. No one will. It will be as if you and your daughters never existed. Your lives discarded for a man’s momentary pleasure.”

I licked her salty tears away.

“Goodbye, you piece of trash,” I said harshly.

I nodded and Jacob pulled at the rope, hoisting the daughterless mother into the air and leaving her kicking and jerking. He tied it off.

I turned and sat between Emmanuelle and Devon, leaving Jacob to watch as the mother and two of his former Femmes strangled, side by side by side.

Francesca and Sophia sat on either leg.

“Jacob,” I said, suddenly, “I want to thank you for the kindness and friendship that you have shown me since I arrived and I want to offer you a life…”

I squeezed Sophia’s breast.

“Sophia,” I said.

The girl paled.

Jacob walked to stand before the trembling girl. After a moment, he spoke. “How should I dispose of her?” he asked, quietly.

“Any way you see fit, my friend,” I said. “Tonight, tomorrow or next year. It’s up to you. She’s yours now.”

Jacob removed his cock from his pants.

“A blow of fate,” he said. “And we’ll see about your worth, bitch.” And he forced the dark-skinned woman to her knees and her test.

Nice, I thought. I gestured to Francesca and she knelt. Her lips went to my cock and she bobbed her head up and down — sucking me in synchronicity with Sophia.

I luxuriated in the feel of her lips and spit on my cock.

I looked to the hanging ladies. Kelly was already gone. Her corpse swung slowly from side to side, between the other two. Cameron was next, I could tell. Her face was blue, her breath came in sharp gasps. I pulled Fran down upon me; held her, full-throated, as the redhead struggled for her last gasps of air. I watched intently. It was only after the girl expired that I allowed the other to breathe again.

Fran fell back retching and coughing.

Reaching for Devon, I pulled her to her knees before me and throated her, as well. My eyes fixed upon beautiful Carol, bored into her. She too was going quickly. Desperately, I jacked my cock off with Devon’s throat. Yanking her off and pulling Fran close, I ejaculated upon their paired faces as I watched Carol’s final moments.

Carol died listening to my orgasmic cries.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sophia choking on Jacob’s cock.

“What do you think, Evan?” he asked. “End her now or later?”

“Ask yourself, my friend,” I advised, “if you’d miss fucking her pussy, taking her ass, raping her face… Would it be a sacrifice on your part, losing her? Would you remember her wistfully or not at all?”

Jacob thought about it. “Not at all,” he responded.

“Then let her live,” I decreed.

Jacob released Sophia.

“My god, Evan,” Francesca said, from her position kneeling at my feet. I could feel the disgust in her voice. “How can you be so casually cruel?”

I caressed her semened face. “Sweet Fran,” I said. “Should I show you the truth? Should I demonstrate just how creative I can be?”

“No, Evan…” she begged, shaking her head slowly, “no…”

I reached into my pocket and removed a coin.

“One flip,” I said, staring into her eyes. “Heads: we strangle you. Tails: we strangle Devon.”

Devon stiffened, her mouth still on my cock.

“Evan!” Francesca had time to say.

— I flipped.

It was as silent as the grave at that moment, while every eye in the room strove to discover which pretty lady would be sacrificed.

I snatched the coin out of the air; held it out for Fran to see.

“Sorry, old girl,” I said.

“Oh god, Evan, no!” she screamed. “Please, oh god, please don’t do this to me, Evan!”

I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them. I held her tight as I said to Devon, “Bring me the hair garrote.”

“No, please!” Fran cried. “No!”

“Emma,” I ordered the blonde, “you and Devon will complete the act together. You will hold Francesca’s face to my cock as you do so. I want to feel her last breath, her last struggle, upon my manhood. I want her to know the pleasure she gives me. I want her to know just what her life is worth.”

And I caressed her cheek and jaw.

Emmanuelle stood and, in tandem with Devon, took up position to one side of Francesca. I held her shoulders as the two beauties wrapped a length of raven hair, Angelique’s hair, about the brunette’s neck, between the both of them. Slowly they tightened the midnight strands.

My hands drifted down Fran’s torso and I took a firm breast in either hand — held them tightly as she panted in pure terror. I tweaked a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth. I pressed my cock between her orbs and fucked in and out — squeezed her tits around my shaft.

My mouth fell open with lust — as the brunette was strangled with her face pressed to my hard cock.

Francesca tried to gasp, to pull in breath, but there was nothing for her. Her lips touched the life-giving air, but she was allowed none of it. Saliva dripped from her mouth, wetting my cock anew. I watched her eyes, her begging eyes, and I brushed back a lock of her glorious dark hair.

I stared in fascination as a single tear rolled down Emmanuelle’s cheek. I smiled at her and watched her face set in determination, as she went about her grisly work. “Oh yes, my love,” I said. “Oh, fuck, yes! Give me her life!” My eyes flicked to Devon. Her brows were tight; the muscles stood out on her slender arms. She was such a beautiful sight. I caressed first Devon’s cheek, then Emmanuelle’s. Francesca’s face was beneath my cock, her open lips and engorged tongue upon me.

I threw my head back in ultimate ecstasy and held the pose as my two lovers snuffed the lady at my feet. She struggled to breathe. Her movements slowed and she passed. I rubbed their cheeks as they held the corpse of what had been a finely-bred example of femininity. My fingers wiped away the saline tear from Emma’s cheek, and I licked it off my thumb.

“Water for the dead,” I whispered. “I took that, too.”

Emmanuelle shuttered and I saw, once again, the horror in her blighted soul.

“Now that the kill is made,” I ordered the two of them, “have her prepared for dinner.”

Chapter Twenty-Two – Coup

After dinner, I climbed the grand staircase of the Commodore’s mansion. Fran had been quite the hit but, eventually, the party had died down to a simmer.

Emmanuelle was with me, naked as the day she was born. Except for a pair of very high heels, that is. I held her close to me, scarcely able to believe that she was mine now, after everything that had transpired.

I allowed myself a few moments to think back on how far I had come during my time at the Club Fatale. Back then, I had been a man clinging to an old life, however unwillingly, but now, I was contemplating a brand new existence: one filled with completely undreamt of possibilities. Emmanuelle was only the first of the many treasures that lay before me. It was, I could feel, just the beginning of my journey.

I knocked on the Commodore’s office door and entered when he responded.

“Evan,” the Commodore greeted me. Donna was there, nude as Emma was. Her hands were on his cock, and she stood jacking him.

“I interfered,” I said. “Sorry. I just wanted to share a drink with you, Commodore, and have a few words.”

“Of course, Evan. You are a full member, now. You may see me any time you wish.”

I took the wine bottle from Emma and sat across from the Commodore.

“Go on, dear,” the Commodore said to Donna. “I’ll join you soon.”

Donna kissed him one last time. I nodded to her and she smiled knowingly; she swayed out through the door. Emma followed her in the same manner.

“I am going to miss her, Evan,” the Commodore sighed, wistfully, after Emmanuelle had left. “But it is time for new days, new adventures. Is it not?”

“Indeed,” I said.

I poured two glasses of wine, one for each of us.