Page 49 of Murder & Mayhem

With a shaking hand, the asshole in front of me finally sticks the ball gag in his mouth and secures the strap to the back of his head. When I glance at his friend, he’s already done the same, and since the wimp on the floor can’t seem to do anything but stare at his knee, Oliver bends down and stuffs the gag in his mouth for him.

“Alright.” I clap my hands in excitement. “Now the real fun can begin. Let’s see…” I press my index finger against my lips. “What do I want to do first.” Running my eyes over them, I order, “Clothes off.”

Again, they don’t immediately jump to obey my command, and I sigh in disappointment before giving Oliverthe look.However, he doesn’t need to actually shoot anyone this time, as the two still standing immediately start stripping out of their clothes at a lightning-fast pace. Once they’re done, they help their friend until all three of them are standing there as naked as the day they were born, cupping their pathetic dicks and shivering.

“Well, don’t just stand there. You”—I point to the guy with blond hair standing in front of Cain—“get your buddy there hard.” I point to the black-haired one, and the two of them share a wide-eyed, panicked stare before the blond one hesitantly reaches out to grab hold of his friend's dick. I can see the disgust on his face as he works his friend over, and his friend’s eyes close as he struggles to fight off the urges beginning to build inside him. He can fight it all he wants, but it’s human nature. A normal, physical response to a pleasant stimulus, and eventually, he can’t talk his dick down any longer. When it’s hard in his friend's hand, I walk toward them.

“Well done,” I purr, stroking my finger coyly down the front of the blond one’s chest. There’s nothing quite like a bit of mind fucking, is there? Running my hand up his arm, I dig my nails into his shoulder blade. “Now, on your knees.”

I can tell he doesn’t know what to think, his eyes darting from my chest to various points around the room and back to my face before he does as I so sweetly asked of him. His dick is at half-mast, and I get a sick sense of satisfaction knowing I’m getting in his head. I grab his friend’s hip with my other hand and turn him so his hard dick bobs in front of his friend's face. Their eyes widen comically, and I have to suppress my grin as I undo the gag from the blond one’s mouth.

“Have you ever sucked another man’s dick before?” I ask in a soft, sweet voice while I stroke my fingers gently through his hair.

“N-no.”

“That’s okay.” I pat the top of his head like he’s a well-behaved golden retriever. “It’s never too late to learn.”

I can see the protest on his lips, and the second they part, I fist the back of his head and shove his mouth over his friend's dick, uncaring whether or not his teeth grate his skin. In fact, I fucking hope they do.

Oliver is immediately behind the black-haired guy, his hands firmly clamped around his shoulders, ensuring he can’t back away. I give him a soft smile, even as I shove blondie's face deeper into his friend's crotch until he’s choking on his cock.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Relax that jaw. Take all of him.”

He gurgles and gags, sounding more like he’s drowning than doing any proper sucking. Pushing him deeper, until his nose is flattened against his buddy’s pubic bone, I hiss, “Isn’t this how you like it? What you get off on? Holding girls down and making them feel like they’re choking on your tiny, little, pathetic dicks? Calling them sluts and whores and demanding they fucking take it?” Flicking my gaze up to look at his friend's face, his lips slightly parted and eyes drooped with pleasure, despite the situation. “Your buddy certainly seems to be getting off on your degradation.”

I wait until he’s about to come before yanking blondie off his dick. He falls back on his ass, barely managing to suck in a lungful of air before Oliver replaces the ball gag. Done with that one, for now, I swing my attention to the one with the blown-out knee. “You,” I snap, gesturing toward the bed. “On your knees.” I laugh before correcting myself. “Well, knee.”

When he doesn’t immediately move into position, Cain grabs him by the upper arm and all but throws him onto the bed while I move to my tray of toys. I mull over which one I want to play with first before lifting the nipple clamps and turning to point at the black-haired one, whose hard dick is still bobbing in mid-air.

“Mini dick,” I call out, tossing him the nipple clamps. “Put these on your friend.” With a nudge from Oliver to get him moving, he walks toward the bed, but as he reaches out to put the nipple clamps on his friend's nipples, I stop him. “Not there.” Pausing, he stares at me, seeming confused, so I clarify, “Attach them to his balls.”

I hear a hiss behind me, and I turn to take in Cain’s screwed-up face. “Fuck, that’s going to hurt,” he comments, loud enough for the guy on the bed to hear. A whimper escapes him, not that his fear affects me. They didn’t give a shit when the girls here were begging, whimpering, and crying for them to stop, so why the fuck should I.

Turning my attention back to the bed, I find him gaping at me with wide eyes. “Hurry the fuck up, or I’ll attach them to your balls instead,” I snap, causing him to jump into motion. He attaches the clamps, and we all ignore his friend’s cries and whimpers. He steps away when he’s done, and I move to take his place. Careful not to touch him, I reach out and give them a sharp tug, relishing in the asshole’s cry of pain.

“Get on the bed beside him,” I order next. The guy attempts to say something, but it’s unintelligible from behind the gag. Not that I give a shit about what he has to say. “Or would you like a bullet wound to match his?” I question.

Trembling, he climbs up on the bed beside his friend, and I move back to the tray, picking up a big, black dildo. Oliver’s already dragged the blond-haired one to the base of the bed, and I shove the dildo into his hand.

“Fuck,” Cain laughs coldly. “I change my mind.That’sgoing to hurt.”

Ignoring him, I keep my attention on the guy in front of me. “I’m sure you can work out what to do with that.” It’s all I say, smirking at him, and his gaze darts from the giant dildo to his friend, whose ass is perfectly presented for him. His hands shake and his eyes are wide. He instantly tries to back away, picking up on my meaning. Oliver stops him, shoving him forward. “It’s you or him,” I state, knowing that’s the best way to get any of them to do what I want.

I move around to stand at the side of the bed, slowly trailing my fingers along the black-haired one’s spine, messing with him while his buddy gathers his courage. When I reach his head, I fist my hand in his hair, tilting his head back until he’s forced to meet my gaze. With cold, unemotional features, I stare at him. “It’s not so much fun being on the other side, is it? It’s not nice being forced to do something you don’t want to do; being treated like absolute scum—nothing but a plaything.” He can’t do anything but mumble from behind the gag, and when he starts up with whatever pleas or protests he has, I immediately cut him off. “But now you’re about to find out exactly what it feels like to be fucked against your will.”

With my hand still fisted painfully in his hair, I switch my gaze to his buddy and cock a brow expectantly. With hands shaking so badly, I wonder how he’s even going to get the dildo inserted as he approaches his friend. I deliberately wait until the head of the dildo pushes against the guy's asshole, and his entire body locks up in a vain attempt to prevent the unwanted penetration, before calling out, “Stop.”

The guy practically collapses onto the mattress in relief, my firm grip on his hair the only reason he remains on his trembling knees. His friend looks just as relieved that I’ve put a stop to this, but their reprieve is short-lived. “I’m not a complete bitch. You can use his blood for lube.” When no one moves, I gesture with my chin to the blood seeping into the sheet from the other guy's knee. “Go on,” I encourage. “Get it nice and slicked up.”

With slow, hesitant movements, he begins to rub the dildo against his friend's knee and the bedsheet, coating it.

“Good, I think that’s plenty,” I bark when I’m done watching his friend flinch and grunt every time he sticks the dildo into his open wound. Holding out my hand, he hands over the dildo, and I inspect it before moving to stand behind the guy still on the bed. I slam the entire thing up his ass in one swift, unexpected move. He squeals like a fucking pig, but it washes over me as I serve my justice until I’ve sated the anger threatening to consume me.

By the time I’m done, I’m breathing heavily and sweat dots my brow. Turning to Oliver, who’s standing closest to me, I hold my hand out, and he hands over his gun. Cocking it, I put a bullet into the back of the asshole’s head. The sound of a second and third gunshot goes off as Cain finishes off the other two, and I turn to face them.

“What now, Red?”

I cast my eyes over the three dead bodies and shrug. “Now we make them look like gang killings or some other random Black Creek attack.”

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