Page 34 of Be My Salvation

Ibring my forefinger up to my lips, and signal with my other hand to move forward. The voices of the few men hiding in this farmhouse are loud against the night air. It’s taken months to locate where that slimy fuck, David, has gone into hiding, but finally, our relentless patience and pursuit have paid off, and we have found him. My glance meets Dinah’s as she nods, indicating she’s ready. Abe is on her other side, and Sammy is bringing up the rear, ever vigilant as our protector. We work like a well-oiled machine, with the few elite guards that we can trust to be solely on our side. It hasn’t been easy vetting through the snakes that Sarah, and Francis, had in place within the ranks, but we are finally confident that we have an honest group, that seeks justice above all else.

We’re no longer worried about leaving the capital, and the rebellion, unprotected. Just last week, the masses went to the polls, for the very first time in over twenty-five years, and elected themselves a cabinet full of female, and male, ministers to represent them, headed by a woman president. Now, Dinah can focus on what she truly wants to do: be the Unholy Ghost, and track down the remaining Brotherhood men who enslaved this world, and end their miserable lives, and Abe, Sammy, and I are here to help her. Is this where I thought mine and Abe’s lives were heading, less than two years ago, when I went searching for my wife, after realizing that she was, in fact, the Unholy Ghost, who was stalking and terrorizing me?Not a fucking chance.DoI regret any of it? Maybe stabbing her, but even then, it would have changed our love story, and I can’t imagine being anywhere but where I am now.

A slap on the back of my head has me pulling out of my thoughts and snarling. “Pay attention, cunt, or you’re going to get us all killed, Prince fucking Charming,” Sammy growls in my ear, and it has a shiver racing down my spine, as his warm breath slips along my exposed skin. Fuck, I love it when he growls, almost as much as when he moans my name, and begs me to fuck his ass. “Keep growling at me, and I’ll force you to your knees right here, and choke you with my cock, Sammy.”

“Can you two keep it fucking down? We’re over here trying to ambush these fuckers, while you two exchange dirty talk. Save it for later, if we are all still alive.” Dinah scowls, and it looks so cute on her, ’cause I know for a fact she heard my words, and she’s already turned on. She’s clenching her thighs nice and tight, and I would bet anything that her panties are drenched. “Maybe if you’re a good girl later, Snow, we’ll let you watch.”

“Jesus fuck, Zeke, now I’m going into a gunfight with a hard-on. Thanks for that shit,” Abe moans and palms at his cock. “Seriously, enough, you four, it’s too much already. Keep it in your pants,” Dartmouth barks, as he takes his position before one of the windows, ready to shoot anyone that tries to escape. “You know you love me, Darty, and in another lifetime, I would be your man.” Abe winks at him, and Dartmouth flushes bright red.

“Okay, fuck it, everyone ready?” I look around at the six other rebels who have become our family, and they all nod. “Let’s fucking do it.” Abe doesn’t hesitate to kick in the door, and starts shooting. We have no plans to leave anyone alive here, and we can’t risk David escaping us once more. This is where that fucker dies, for what he did to Abe, me, and Dinah.

Screams fill the night sky, and they sound like some of the best music I’ve ever heard. The only thing better is when one of my lovers is moaning my name. We push through the small house, shooting anyone who moves, and leaving dead bodies in our wake. We don’t find David on the first floor, just four of his men, who accept an immediate invitation to hell to meet the devil. “Over here!” Sammy yells, and Abe, Dinah, and I race up the stairs to the attic area, followed by the rest. The air up here is hot, reeking of gross body odor, and stifling. There’s a ragged, dirty, bare mattress on the floor, and a few pieces of filthy clothing scattered about the space, but overall, it’s almost empty, with the exception of the unkempt man on his knees, with Sammy’s gun pressed against his scalp.

“Well, hello, David. I would say it’s nice to see you, but I refuse to be a fucking liar,” Dinah snickers, as she squats down before him, and takes a good look at him. She looks sexy as fuck in her all-black get-up, with buckles and weapons all over her pants, and her tattoos exposed to the dim light. Over the last couple of months, Sammy has filled her other arm, and most of her back, with beautiful pieces of art. Soon enough, she’s going to run out of skin, just like Abe and I. “How the mighty have fallen. Where is your finery and wealth now, David? What happened to all that power you had amassed at my father’s side?” She leans closer to him and smiles maliciously. “He died with his eyes wide open, staring at the woman who would not cower at his feet like a little bitch, like you did, David. He was pathetic in his final moments.”

“Just kill me, you stupid bitch. I have nothing left to live for,” David snarls, and Sammy cocks him with the gun over the head. “Oh, David, that’s not up to me. You see, you sold your soul to the devil, and now he’s come to collect his payment. Haven’t you, Abe?” She shifts aside, and Abe leans forward, grinning in David’s face. “You’re going to wish you had died when your cunt of a lover did, David.”

Abe fists David’s hair and yanks him forward, using his other hand to punch him, over and over again, until his face is a bloody, battered mess, and David is choking on his own blood. “Give me the blade, Atasi.” He holds out his hand, and Dinah places Sarah’s old sapphire-encrusted blade in his hands. We thought it was fitting that the blade that Francis gave to Sarah, and caused her so much suffering, should be the one we cut David to pieces with. It was disturbing when we went through her belongings, and found it, along with her confession. We firmly believe that she always knew that she was going to die, once she betrayed Francis.

“No, please! Mercy!” David begs, and I see the unhinged light in Abe’s golden eyes. Fuck, he’s ready to play, and I find that sexy as hell. Abe strikes forward, cutting a deep groove into David’s cheek, before licking the blade clean. “Did you have mercy for me and Zeke when we begged?” He thrusts forward, this time slicing off the bottom portion of David’s left ear. “Did you think to grant me peace when you forced yourself on me, you dirty fucking rat?” David tries to move his head away, but Sammy makes it impossible, by fisting his hair until he screams. “Was there mercy when you forced me to cum down your throat?” This time, he stabs David’s shoulder, pulling back the blade, and wiping the blood on the remainder of David’s greasy hair. “There was no mercy provided, David, so you’re shit out of luck.”

I can see how all of this violence and bloodshed is turning Dinah on, as her body squirms, and she tightens her thighs. Her breathing has become huskier and deeper, and a pink hue is crawling up the long, elegant column of her neck. My wife is getting off on the depravity, and Abe’s rage, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness. I wonder if she would like to be fucked in David’s blood? I’ve gotten distracted by the images playing out in my mind, of a naked Dinah having all her holes filled, and David’s blood being the lube. When I turn back to give Davidmy attention, I realize that Abe has stripped him down to nothing, and forced him to his knees, with Sammy’s aggressive and violent hold causing David’s back to arc painfully. David’s pale skin is exposed to our sight, and the first thing I see is the Brotherhood tattoo on his chest. That has to fucking go right now. I was so glad when Sammy was willing to tattoo over mine, and Abe’s. I never want anything to remind me that I was once a prince of that psychotic order.

“Heat the blade on the candle, and burn that shit off of him,” I demand, and Abe shakes his head, as he releases a little giddy laugh like a child in a toy shop. David tries to fight against Sammy’s restraining hold, but it’s no use; he’s losing too much blood in his malnourished body. Abe heats the metal of the blade until it turns a bright orange, then presses it to David’s chest. The smell of flesh searing instantly fills the room, and I hear one of our rebels gagging, and making his way back down the steps. “Please! Please just kill me!” David cries, but I know Abe is nowhere near done. He’s been dreaming of this moment for months, and I refuse to allow it to be any less than what he wants. He needs this to cleanse his rage, and some of the darkness that is in his soul. He still wakes up occasionally with nightmares, and screams David’s name. It’s on those nights that I have fantasized about killing this bastard before me, over and over again.

“Shit, Atasi, this is making me hungry. After this, can we grab some steak?” Dartmouth shakes his head at Abe’s antics, but he doesn’t turn away from what he’s doing to David’s chest. Abe runs the sharp blade back and forth, taking his time carving his name into David’s flesh while he screams. “Look at how pathetic his cock is, Zeke. Does that look like a baby fucking sausage to you? I’m pretty sure Nael has a bigger dick.” Abe uses the point of the blade and pushes it into David’s slit, and his body spasms in pain and shock. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for months,David. Every time I did, it was more fun than it actually is. You’re a boring fuck, but that doesn’t even surprise me.” Abe fists David’s bleeding cock, yanking on the flesh and pulling it towards him, and, with one stroke, slices through the skin. David faints as Abe cuts through his flesh, until he has David’s pathetic cock hanging from his fingers. Fuck, I’m all for bloodshed and mayhem, but even I’m starting to get a bit queasy watching this.

“Atasi, can you pry his lips open? I want to give him something to choke on, not that it’s fucking much.” Dinah doesn’t hesitate to be Abe’s accomplice, as she forces David’s mouth open, and Abe slips the bleeding cock deep inside his throat. David’s breathing is ragged, his body twitching, and showing signs of going into shock. He doesn’t have long now, and this will finally be fucking over. The last man who was standing between us and much-needed rest. I hand Abe the syringe full of adrenaline, and the psycho begins humming as he stabs the vein in David’s neck. It takes a few seconds, but David comes back to consciousness with a scream, but ends up gagging and choking on his own cock.That’s justice right there.

“Zeke, if you would be so kind as to pass me the rope from my bag, and Dartmouth, break open that window. I think we will send David off to meet his lover in hell, but leave him as an offering to the crows.” I hand him the rope, and Dartmouth turns and breaks open the attic window with the butt of his gun. Dinah helps Abe tie a knot, as Sammy looks on unamused. He prefers clean kills, not all of this‘extra stuff’,as he puts it. He’s a bit of a killjoy if you ask me, plus Dinah loves this shit, and I love Dinah, and want to make her happy.

“Up you go, you dirty fucking rapist.” Abe drags a semi-conscious David to the window, handing off the end of the rope to Dartmouth, who ties it to the banister. With one last look at David, Abe pushes him through the window, and he swings in the air, before banging into the side of the house.

“Burn this shit to the ground, and let’s go home, I’m fucking tired, and need a hot bath to wipe the stench of him from my skin,” Dinah demands, and we all head down the stairs, Sammy, as usual, taking up the rear, and setting fire to different things inside with his lighter. When we are all standing outside admiring Abe’s handiwork, a rancorous laugh sounds from Sammy, and for a moment, I think he’s lost his fucking mind. “What’s so funny, cunt?” I question, and he keeps staring at David’s swinging body.

“The room was too dark, so we couldn’t see it up in the attic, but look at his ass. Fuck, the stupid asshole has Dinah’s dad’s name tattooed on his asscheek.” Sammy’s laughing so hard that tears trail down his scarred face. “Didn’t they used to call that a‘tramp stamp’in the old world, Dinah?“ She just nods at him with amusement, and starts to walk back to our large black van.

“Let’s go, fuckers, it’s finally over now!” She calls over her shoulder, and I couldn’t agree more.

Chapter fifty

Epilogue

Dinah

The cool wind is a balm against my heated flesh, as the sun’s rays bear down on me. The clean and abundant smell of wildflowers fills my nose with their floral scent, and a blue Morpho butterfly tickles my finger as it wiggles on its surface. I lie contently on the thick, red, checkered blanket, in the middle of the field of flowers Sammy planted for me. This is my paradise, surrounded by all of nature’s beauty, far away from the city, and all the people who always want something from me. I’m so grateful that we have gotten to come back to live here, undisturbed. To the manor house that I shared with Sammy, before all this mess with getting my vengeance first began. It took a lot of death and destruction, and even some negotiation in the end, but the four of us are finally free, to live our lives the way we see fit. My father wasn’t right about much, but he was correct that the world would need to burn to be rebuilt, and so I set fire to it, burning Brotherhood men, and sympathizers, out of their rat holes, and sending them off to the next life. My soul is black, and my hands are permanently tinged red from all the blood I have spilled. I have no regrets, not one for my actions. I did what my mother bid me to do; I avenged her, and every woman who suffered under the Order.

The newly established government has had a rocky start. Not everyone was keen on a woman president, or any woman holding any office. Some even tried to derail the honorable elections, but they quickly realized that was a mistake, whenthey received a visit from the Unholy Ghost. There are no more sacred wives and daughters. No more class systems dividing us, and no more rebels fighting against oppression, as we are all equal now. It’s been a year since I stood on that balcony, and became a symbol for a new world. Men and women joined, in a united cause, to heal the earth from the suffering and misdeeds of the people who came before us.

“Nightstar, you’re going to burn that pretty skin, lying here naked in the sun.” I grin up at a scowling Sammy, and widen my legs, so he gets a good look at my soaked pussy. Abe, the little psycho, decided I needed to be filled with his cum, before I came to relax amongst my flowers. I lift myself onto my elbow, the pretty butterfly fluttering away on the breeze, and lift the bottle of Zeke’s homemade wine to my lips, taking a deep gulp. My eyes never leave his handsome and rugged face. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip in a teasing manner, heating my blood as his deep blue eyes darken further. He reaches for the button of his navy pants, his cock tenting before him, and showing me that he’s more than ready for me. He pushes them off his body, his boots flying in different directions in his haste, and rips his shirt over his head, and just like every time he willingly shows us his scars, I want to kiss every single inch of him. “Fuck, Dinah, you’re drenched. Have you been playing with yourself out here, or did one of those fuckers fill you up?”

A smirk crosses my face, as I use the bottom of the wine bottle to trail circles along my erect nipple, and goosebumps rise along my flesh. “Abe filled me up before I came out here.” He releases a groan, and drops to his knees between my legs, using his broad shoulders to pull them apart, until his face hovers above my needy clit. “Where are those two assholes now?” I lean my head back and stare up at the beautiful blue sky, the puffy white clouds moving slowly by, as Sammy licks down my pussy lips and sucks hard on my clit. “Fuck, that feels so good. Don’tstop,” I demand, as I spill some of the wine down my breast. His hand reaches up and tweaks my nipple between two of his thick fingers, and it rips another moan from my lips. “I asked you a question, Nightstar.” He pulls away from my throbbing bundle of nerves, and I want to scream, fuck, he was making me feel so good, and I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm ready to rise up my spine.

“Abe said something about fucking Zeke over a barrel of wine, but I’m not really sure. I was in an orgasm coma at the time.” One of his thumbs starts rubbing circles over and over against my clit, and I groan as my hips lift right off the blanket. The fucker knows I want him to slip something inside of me, his fingers, tongue, or cock, but he’s teasing me instead, and getting me all worked up. He reaches forward and seizes the wine bottle from me, taking a deep gulp of the remainder of the red wine, before splashing some down my collarbone, the middle of my breasts, and into the dip where my bellybutton resides, and then licking a path with his tongue to clean me up. His hard cock pushes against the inside of my thigh, coating me in his drops of precum, and I try to angle my body so he can impale me. “Stop being naughty and impatient, Dinah, or I’ll spank your ass, and leave you without an orgasm, while using your throat as my personal cum dumpster.”Well, fuck, that doesn’t sound like the punishment he thinks it is.

He moves the cool glass bottle against my swollen throbbing pussy lips, back and forth, coating the base in my juices, before bringing it to his lips and licking it clean. With a deep animalistic growl, he slips the neck of the wine bottle against my tight hole, and pushes it inside of me, while I squirm at the cool intrusion, and lift my ass right off the blanket. “Shit, Sammy!” I moan as he begins short, shallow thrusts inside of my pussy. “Does it feel good, Dinah? Do you like it when I fuck your pussy with this bottle, like a slut, out here in the open, where anyone couldsee you spread out and begging for more?” Sammy’s definitely been taking lessons from Abe’s fucking dirty mouth, not that he needed them to begin with.

“Fuck, yes. More, harder, please, Sammy!” He deepens his thrusts until I can feel the base of the bottle pressed against my heated flesh. As good as it feels with the bottle inside of me, and his thumb playing with my clit, I need more. I need a hit of pain, and to be filled up until I can’t fucking think straight, or breathe. He must see my aroused thoughts on my face, because he flips his naked body over, until he’s now behind my head and leaning over me. My neck arches back, and I lick a line up the rigid length of his bobbing cock, before reaching his crown and lashing it with my tongue. I taste his precum on his tip, and it makes me groan at how good he tastes. He doesn’t stop his rhythm with the bottle, thrusting deeper inside of me and forcing my hole to stretch, to take more of the thin bottle. He releases his hold on the bottle, and his hand rises and slaps at my breast, before pinching the nipple hard and releasing it. The heat from his slap, and the sharp ache in my nipple, have me losing my mind. His body leans completely over mine, forcing his cock down my throat, as he holds himself up with one arm, and fucks me with the wine bottle once again, his tongue connecting with my clit as he lashes it, before using his teeth on my nub. I scream with his cock lodged deep in my throat, and gag over and over, as he makes me choke on his hardness, and I try to only breathe through my nose. “That’s my good girl, swallow me down, baby, my cum’s your favorite drug.”

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