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Chapter 33:
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The next day was the last day before the hunt and I arranged for all the girls to meet Bella and I at a café during their lunchbreak for a little pre-op briefing, just so we were all on the same page. They arrived in the rain wearing coats and sunglasses and scarfs, first Tanya followed shortly by Kate and Irena. Bella and I were the only people sitting outside under the awning and one by one they took their seats at our table. No Carmen, of course. After fleeing the mansion and the clutches of my young mate she had disappeared and no one had yet heard from her.
All three women took off their sunglasses and stowed them in their purses or handbags. Rain pattered on the canvas awning overhead. A waitress asked if we wanted coffee but even Bella refused. I had placed my tablet on the table and I was using the touch screen to cycle through some pictures for them.
"These are our targets," I was saying. "Paige McKinney…"
I cycled to one of the better pictures of the more womanly of the pair. The picture was taken through her office window while she was laughing with a colleague and the zoom was so crisp you could see the purple streaks in her hair. Her smile was adorable and her tits in her snappy business suit were huge. I cycled again.
"And Nicole White," I went on. "Or Nicky, as she likes to be called."
The next picture was the picture I had taken yesterday from inside the closet, with poor Nicky sitting on our bed while Bella knelt at her feet and ate her out toplessly. The expression on the blonde woman's boyish face was opened mouthed and blushing and on the verge of orgasm.
The Denali women recognized Bella's pale back and dark hair and looked up in surprise. Bella smirked at them and said nothing. Like a boss.
I smiled and cycled through to some pictures of their house and the interior of it.
"According to information retrieved from Ms McKinney's phone," I went on, "the two of them have a date tomorrow night. They're going to an art exhibit. That's when we'll strike. We'll gain entry into their house while they're out, make our preparations, and wait for them to return."
The Denali women exchanged glances, the rain pattering overhead. I watched their faces for any second thoughts or misgivings. Irena seemed to notice her coven-sisters' reluctance to speak and so she spoke instead.
"Sounds simple," she said.
"It is," I said, tucking away the tablet. "Very simple."
Kate frowned a little and cleared her throat. "What then, though?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"What happens when they get back to the house?"
I looked at her. Her blonde brow was puckered slightly and her face under her yellow hair was more anxious than I would've liked.
"Well," I said, deciding it would be best to be as blunt as possible. "Then we tie them up and have some fun."
Kate darkened even more at that. "So we're gonna rape them?"
Bella laughed as if Kate might've been joking. No one else laughed and after a moment she stopped laughing and gave them a puzzled look before snorting at Kate.
"Well, yeah," she said. "What did you think we were gonna do?"
Kate's face loosened but that only seemed to allow even more anxiety into her expression. She inhaled and let it out softly and looked at her coven mates.
"I don't know about this, guys," she said. "We used to feed from humans, but it was always quick and heat of the moment. Never cold blooded. Never torture."
Irena and Tanya shared a glance. They seemed concerned for Kate's feelings even if they did not quite share them. I felt a little glimmer of frustration but I quickly supressed it. This was their decision and I certainly didn't want to force them. Only influence them.
"If anybody is having second thoughts, now's the time to say so," I said.
Bella already seemed on the verge of disappointment and she gave the Denali women a pleading sweep of her dark eyes. Kate said nothing. Neither did Tanya. Irena looked at them and sighed.
"I'll stand by Tanya," she said. "Whatever Tanya decides."
"But how do you feel?" Bella asked her. "Come on, Irena, we need at least you fully on our side. I know you're into it. You like to dominate and inflict pain. When you were whipping me the other day, don't you wish you could've gone further? Much further?"
Irena smiled at her. She seemed to completely agree even if her principles held fast otherwise.
"I'll stand by Tanya," she repeated.
Bella sighed and I nodded. So be it. We turned to Tanya. So far she hadn't spoken at all since sitting down at this table in this little café in the rain. She looked at Irena and looked at Kate. Both of them were tugging her in opposite directions with their eyes. She smiled at them and then she turned the smile to Bella before finally smiling at me.
"And I stand by our new friends," she said.
Bella's mouth erupted into a grin. I smiled as well. Both Irena and Kate were surprised but Kate more so.
"Seriously?" she blurted at Tanya. "Just like that? What's going on with you lately Tanya?"
Tanya looked at her but didn't answer. Perhaps her inner workings were a mystery to herself although after tomorrow I'm certain she would have more clarity.
Kate shook her head and rose from the chair.
"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to count myself out," she said. "I thought I could do it, but this is too much for me. I'm not gonna judge or anything. But it's not me."
Bella half rose to stop her. "Kate—"
But the other woman turned onto the wet sidewalk and continued across the street through the rain.
I touched Bella's arm and Bella sat again.
"Let her go," I said. "She's entitled to her feelings. Perhaps next time. There'll be plenty more hunts after this one."
Bella seemed disappointed but she also seemed to understand. What we were proposing was a very big deal for our new friends and it wasn't an insult that Kate couldn't do it.
Tanya and Irena remained seated and committed even though they did seem worried about Kate. I looked at them and leaned forward slightly to speak quietly over the drum of rain on the awning overhead.
"I only want you two to be absolutely sure," I said. "True evil has power to sober the smalldoer. As we can see with Kate. Nothing you've ever done in your combined thousands of years will prepare you for the darkness into which we will descend tomorrow night. Are you certain you wish to participate?"
A slow smirk formed on Irena's sexy lips. The smirk made Bella smile. Tanya glanced between them, smiling as well in her serene, resigned, detached way, and nodded softly.
"Yes," she said. "We are."
I nodded as well. "Wonderful."
Bella giggled gleefully and bounced on her chair. "Thank you so much, guys," she said. "It's gonna be awesome, trust me. Have you heard from Carmen yet?"
Tanya shook her head with that same smile. "Not yet, but don't worry. She just needs time. She'll return to us eventually and perhaps in a less ridged mood then when she left."
Bella grinned at that. Then the grin quickly became an expression of concern.
"What about Kate?" she asked. "Do you think Kate's gonna be okay?"
Irena nodded and rose with her purse. "She'll be fine. I'll see you guys later."
Bella nodded at her and Irena spread an umbrella and sauntered onto the sidewalk in all her blonde, high heeled, pencil-skirted splendor and raised a hand for a cab. Instantly a taxi pulled up beside her as if it had been driving through the city for exactly and only this purpose.
Bella and I were now alone with Tanya. Tanya gave Bella a benevolent smile.
"Don't worry about Kate," she said. "She'll be alright."
Bella nodded and heaved a sigh. "I'll talk to her as soon as we get back to the mansion. I'm not gonna try and convince her, I just want to make sure she's cool."
I nodded and since the waitress was going by I decided to order a coffee and a slice of cake to cheer her up.
Tanya stayed with us for an hour or so until her next appointment but we didn't discuss the hunt any further. The woman was becoming quite a mystery to me. I failed to understand how she could be so open to something and yet seemingly without any actual enthusiasm. I was curious to see how she would acquit herself when the time came. Would she go through with it? Would she enjoy it? Or would she break down in sympathy and the fear of murder left in her heart as a parting gift from her dead mate? I wasn't at all sure but perhaps that's what made it so interesting. The only thing I was positive about was that she would keep her word and bare me no grudge for steering her onto this course. For that I was glad. I had come to love Tanya very much in our short time together and I knew Tanya loved me. I wanted us to be the very best of friends.
Bella and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for supplies. We picked up a few rolls of duct tape, which was always handy, and a few bolts of plastic sheeting in addition to a staplegun and a few other things. The sheeting was to cover the room and keep the blood spatter to a minimum. Not only was every drop of blood precious but we didn't want to leave too much evidence behind. No bodies was a good start but no blood was even better. After that we went to a sexshop as well and picked up some dildos and strapons, a vibrator or two, some gags and handcuffs and whips. We already owned many of these articles but it was always best to buy fresh and dispose of them afterwards. Bella got very excited over these purchases but she was still a little disappointed about Kate. Surprised as well. She said she would've thought that Kate would've been more into it than any of them considering how sexually aggressive she could be but I only shrugged and replied that Kate's impishness was of a more innocent kind.
Later that night we met up with Tanya again for dinner at a nice restaurant. I was wearing a lovely red dress with a bit of jewellery and Bella and Tanya were both in black. Tanya and I made conversation while Bella ate and afterwards we took to the dancefloor while Bella had some dessert. I could see Bella watching us with a smile and I smiled back as I swayed with Tanya to the string-music of a small orchestra.
Kate hadn't been home all day but she was there when we got back. We found her in her room, sitting crosslegged on her bed with a pile of comic books and a smartphone, and I left my well-meaning mate alone with her so they could talk.
Instead I went back to our room and began packing an overnight bag with all the tools we had bought. In the bottom drawer of the dresser was the old dufflebag I had bought from a gas station in Port Angeles and I took it out with a warm glow of nostalgia. In the bag was a substantial amount of loose bills and, of course, the small black nine millimetre pistol that had belonged to Bella's father. I took the pistol and bought it over to the bed and set it down with the dildos and handcuffs. The bag was already stuffed with the plastic sheeting and the duct tape and now I shoved in a leather roll of hunting knives. After that I packed all the sex toys as well until the only thing sitting on the bed was the pistol.
Bella returned to the room as I was zipping up the bag and she was smiling in a way that suggested she was a bit disappointed but she was going to be okay.
"How's Kate?" I asked her, even though I could see the answer.
She gave a shrug as she wandered over in the tiny black dress she had worn to dinner. "I don't know. Just a bit rattled, I guess. Maybe she never thought we were really gonna do it. It's a shame. I thought me and her could be really good friends."
Ah, so that's what she was sad about. I smiled at her and cupped her face. "You will be," I told her. "Two people don't have to have perfectly symmetrical interests to be friends. All it takes is respect. You can avoid her comic books the same way she avoids your habit of murder and I'm sure you'll still be practically sisters."
Bella's smile became brighter. "I hope so."
I nodded to reassure her and then I leaned and placed a kiss on her mouth. She accepted it happily and giggled as I pulled away. We gazed at each other for a long moment, both of us in modest makeup with earrings dangling from our ears, and then she noticed the black overnight bag on the bed.
"So is this all the stuff?" she asked conversationally.
"Yes," I said. "Most of it's for you, of course. Tomorrow night I'm placing everything in your hands. Tanya is not the leader, Irena is not the mistress, and I'm not your owner. Tomorrow night you are the conductress. We follow your orders. Okay?"
She grinned at all that. "Cool."
I nodded at her choice of words. Yes. It was very cool. I then took the pistol from the bed and held it for a moment. She saw it for the first time and I smiled at the recognition in her eyes.
"I wanted to give you this," I said, offering it to her.
She hesitated slightly, a smile quirking the corner of her mouth, and took it from me. Sparks jumped from our fingers as they brushed.
"My dad's gun," she said.
I nodded and smiled. It was also the gun I had used to rape her with. And threaten her and control her and keep her locked in a motel room with. All these memories washed over her and I smiled at the expression they bought to her face.
"I thought it was somewhat poetic," I said. "The hunted becomes the huntress. You'll need a tool of intimidation and perhaps to shoot them with if you want. I should've disposed of it a long time ago but I think we can use it for this one last hunt."
Bella nodded slowly, gazing down at the gun in her hands. She turned it and looked at the other side. It was so black and large in her small pale hands.
"Do you know how to use it?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said with a smirk. "My dad showed me once."
She then giggled and gave me a quick demonstration, ejecting the clip and shoving it back in before cocking a round into the chamber.
"Nice," I said proudly.
She nodded.
Then she flipped the safety off.
Something in that one little gesture seemed to be done with a sort of menace. She lifted her face and smirked with eyes alive with mischief. Holding the pistol in her hands had seemed to fill her with a sort of power or adrenaline and now she lifted the pistol and touched the barrel to my head.
I didn't move. I was smiling but I had to admit to being slightly perplexed.
"What are you doing?" I asked her curiously.
She gave a cute shrug and held the gun to my head. "Just playing."
I chuckled at her. "You do realize a bullet won't hurt me, don't you? Although the muzzle flash might certainly singe my hair. Perhaps you should put it down before—"
"Shut up," she said.
The simple command silenced me and sent a ripple of lust all through my body.
What was going on here? Was she…?
The smirk on her mouth curved even higher at my obedience. I even raised my hands slightly. The way a woman at gunpoint ought to. She had the tip of pistol to my temple and now she traced the cool metal down over my face and neck and between the cleavage of my breasts in my sexy red dress.
"What are you doing?" I asked again, my chest beginning to heave.
She smirked at me. "I told you. Just playing. Now why don't you go ahead and take off your dress. Before I shoot you in your fat fucking tits?"
I started at her opened mouthed. Well. I suppose she was in one of her more dominant moods. It was all pretend, of course, since the gun couldn't actually damage me and I could disarm her in an instant if I wanted to, but I didn't let that spoil the mood. Lust was coursing through my body and I was more than eager to do as she said.
So I did.
"O-okay," I said, feigning a frightened voice as I reached for the zip on my dress. "Just don't hurt me."
Bella grinned widely at how I was playing along but quickly recaptured her cold smirk of impending rape. I had my dress unzipped and now I slipped aside the shoulderstraps with a frightened look on my face. The dress came away from my huge white breasts and the only sign that my fear might not have been genuine was my stiff little nipples.
The dress dropped at my feet and I stepped out of it in my red leather heels and kicked it away. A lock of wild red hair had fallen into my face and I flicked it away before quickly putting my hands back up like a robbery victim, standing there in nothing but high heels and red lace panties with my tits exposed to the barrel of a gun and this girl in a black dress.
"Good girl," Bella said with a smirk. "Panties too."
I only barely managed to keep from squealing. This was so hot.
But I had orders to follow and I better do it. So I bit my lip in pretend nervousness and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed them down. My vagina was throbbing so badly already and my heart was hammering like a humming bird. The panties hit the floor and once again I kicked them away and raised my hands frightenedly.
"You're not going to rape me, are you?" I asked her in my terrified little girl voice. "Please don't. You can do anything but that. Take my jewellery, but don't touch my body."
Bella surged forward and grabbed a handful of my hair roughly.
"Shut the fuck up," she growled in a voice that made my insides quiver. "You know you want it."
I did. Oh god I did.
Bella shoved me to the floor and I actually fell over without pretending. My knees were actually that weak. I was sitting there, naked, and I looked up just in time to see her pull off her dress in one smooth motion, lifting it over her head and revealing a pale body covered by nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
Then her hand was back in my hair as she shoved the barrel of the gun into my head.
"Start licking bitch," she ordered.
She didn't need to tell me what to lick. I knew. My hands were already pulling down her panties and I made no objection at all as I pressed my moaning mouth to her vagina.
It was incredible. Even though it was all fake it honestly felt like being raped. Overpowered. Forced into submission by something stronger than you. Something you couldn't resist . If this was how Bella had felt every time I had done something similar to her than I could understand how she had fallen in love with me.
Bella groaned and ground the barrel of the gun into my scalp and growled for me to keep going. Keep licking. You bitch. You whore. And she was right. I was all those things. For her. I licked at her in desperation, moaning, kissing her clit and sucking at it until she came with a sweet surge of juices into my mouth that I swallowed and continued to lick.
She moaned from the orgasm and chuckled and loosened her grip in my hair. I hoped the illusion wasn't over and I looked up at her to make sure it continued.
"Does this mean you'll let me live?" I asked her submissively with my lower face slathered in her arousal. "Please? I'll do anything, just please don't—"
She clubbed me across the head with the pistolbutt.
Yup. The illusion was still going.
"Shut up, bitch," she snarled. "I'll let you know whether or not you're going to live or not."
I had let myself sprawl onto the floor from the blow and I gave a small groan of something close to pain but more like horniness. The girl might not kill me with a bullet but she was going to kill me anyway if she didn't rape me where I really needed it.
Thankfully that seemed to be what she was going to do next.
She had unzipped the bag on the bed and removed a large black strapon.
"Oh god," I said, my voice hollow with excitement masquerading as fear. "What are you going to do?"
She put on the strapon and buckled it up and she beat me over the head with the pistolbutt again. I screamed for effect, but with excitement too, and she clubbed me a few more times in a violent frenzy of dominance until she grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched me up.
"Get up," she ordered, pulling fiercely at my hair. "Bend over. Bend over so I can fuck you a slut."
By now my vagina was absolutely in pain with need and even just bending over caused me to whimper. My legs were trembling in my high heels much like a real rape victim although I doubt a real victim would have her round behind preened so perfectly for the impaling.
"But it's so huge," I said, remaining in character. "It'll never fit in my tight little vagina."
Bella grinned and angled the tip of the shaft to my netherlips. "We'll see about that."
Then she shoved it in.
I screamed. Not loudly and certainly not in pain. My vagina contracted instantly on that long thick shaft so suddenly shoved inside me and I groaned and squeezed on it and it almost did sound like moans of agony.
"Oww," I whimpered, ever in character. "It hurts so much."
Bella shoved at my vagina with the strapon and suddenly I could feel the barrel of the pistol digging into the back of my head. The cold metal back there drove me crazy. The bullet would do no harm even if it fired but the symbolism of being fucked at gunpoint, raped, abused, brutalized, it was just—
"Oh god," I breathed helplessly. "Oh god."
Bella growled and continued fucking me as hard as her human hips could do it. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you and then I'm gonna kill you and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Oh god, please," I groaned, not even knowing if I was in character anymore. "Stop. Please, stop."
I almost did want her to stop. The build-up of pleasure felt so dangerous. It felt like my brain was going to pop. If the bullet couldn't do it, the impending orgasm that was being drilled into my vagina by that strapon might.
"Stop?" Bella echoed, her voice panting and mocking. "You want me to stop or you want me to go harder?"
She shoved the gun at my head to remind me it was there.
"Tell me you want it harder," she ordered.
"Harder," I agreed instantly. "Oh god, harder. Yes. Yes!"
I was losing my mind. My eyes were closed and rolling up in my head and I just let it all happen. Bella was shoving at me harder and harder, hard enough to make my tits swing and slap on my chest with each thrust, hard enough to almost take me out of my heels. She was fucking me and raping me and the orgasm, the orgasm, the orgasm—
"Yes! Harder! Harder!AhhhHHH—!"
Bella shot me in the head.
The bullet slammed into the back of my skull and cut off my scream of ecstasy just as I orgasmed. For a second the shock actually did feel like death. It felt like I had been fucked and killed for fun and the feeling was sublime.
The blast of the shot shook the whole mansion and I tumbled into the mattress with a helpless cry. My body had slipped off the strapon but my vagina was still orgasming and clenching on itself. I couldn't see. My eyes were closed and rolled up in my head and I moaned and struggled on the mattress. If this was how my victims felt after I was through with them I really couldn't understand why they spent most of the time crying and begging for mercy.
All of them aside from Bella. Who was now no longer much of a victim, was she?
My eyes opened a crack as I rolled over and looked at her. She was grinning and wheezing from the exertion of raping me so hard and she was standing there with the gun smoking in her hand and her naked little tits heaving up and down while the strapon continued to poke upwards rigidly. I could smell the gunsmoke and a faint whiff of my burnt hair and there was a small pain in the back of my head like a headache.
I groaned and took off one of my shoes and threw it at her.
"You shot me, you fucking bitch," I said exhaustedly.
The shoe completely missed her but she giggled and ducked away. Then suddenly the bedroom doors burst open and Kate charged in.
"Oh my god, what happened?!" she gasped.
Obviously she assumed there had been some kind of emergency but then she saw the gun was in Bella's hand. Bella grinned impishly and I rolled over on the bed and rubbed my head where I had been shot. Kate looked between us oddly and Bella giggled and shrugged the arm which was holding the smoking gun.
"Um," she said. "We were playing a rape game."
Kate didn't reply for a second. She had one eyebrow raised and frozen as if she didn't quite get it. She looked at us. Then she backed up slowly toward the doors.
"You guys are twisted," she said, and then she chuckled and shook her head and pulled the doors closed.
The doors clicked shut.
Bella looked at me, the gun still in her hand. I smiled at her and let my eyes flitter over her breasts and over the strapon. I opened my legs. She giggled at the invitation and climbed into the bed and shoved the strapon into my vagina while shoving the barrel of the pistol into my mouth. The entire inside of my mouth was suddenly filled with cold metal and she hissed at me to shut up and pushed at me with her hips and told me be a good slut while she fucked me. I nodded at her and moaned with the gun in my mouth and let her ravish my body any way she pleased.
If she was this aggressive tomorrow night our victims were going to be two very lucky women.
Bella hardly slept at all that night but she finally nodded off toward morning. I let her sleep till early afternoon, laying at her side the entire time, and then I woke her by caressing her face gently. Her eyes fluttered opened and looked at mine. Mine would've been darker than even hers from the weeks of building hunger. I smiled at her and instantly her eyes brightened as she realized: today was the day.
Bella and I spent the rest of the day making some last minute preparations and then in the dusk of that day we walked to our target's house, leaving the car behind and bringing along only our bag of toys and the hunger in our hearts. It was full dark by the time we reached the house and we sat at a nearby bus stop across the street. It was cold and the sky was surprisingly clear after the rains yesterday and I was thrilled to see a full white moon high in the sky. I don't know why but that always felt right.
Bella was biting one of her nails nervously, her eyes fixed on the house, and after a moment I swatted her hand away from her mouth playfully and told her to relax. Not long afterwards our targets emerged. Ms McKinney, the femme half of the pair, was wearing a sexy black dress that she had probably lost weight for and some nice jewellery and makeup. Nicky was wearing a handsome gray suit, which was charming at best but it didn't flatter her figure as much as a figure like hers ought to be flattered. Bella and I watched them as butch opened the car door for femme and then they backed up out of the driveway, turned, and continued down the street.
Bella glanced at me quickly, her eyes anxious and excited at the same time. I smiled at her and took my phone out to text Tanya and Irena.
Minutes later both Tanya and Irena arrived, appearing silently out of thin air in the darkness like apparitions. As I had instructed they had bought nothing with them but the clothes they were wearing and soon enough they would be relieved of those as well. I led them silently and without words around the side of the house but this time we didn't need to climb the gate or pick any locks. I had left the window of the spare room slightly ajar the last time I was here and now I lifted the window and climbed in and turned and offered a hand to help Bella. Tanya and Irena followed, still without any words, and I left them all there while I made a quick sweep of the house just to be prudent. The cat ran out and took refuge in the laundry but of other souls in the house there were none. I locked it inside the small room and smiled. Time to get to work.
The first thing we did was arrange their bedroom for their final night together. We ripped off all the pillows and the covers and the sheets from the bed and then we took out the plastic sheeting and covered the mattress with it. Bella was very eager to help and even Irena pitched in. Tanya, however, was wandering through the room and looking around. She saw the photographs on the dresser of the newly-engaged couple and she looked at them for a long time. The expression on her face was indecipherable. A smile over her mouth but no malice. She only seemed to think they were a nice couple. She sighed softly to herself and then she took each picture frame and lowered them facedown onto the dresser so that this happy couple suspended in the past would not have to witness their future rape and ruin. I smiled at her and then I spread plastic over the dresser before laying out all the tools and knives and dildos like a vendor setting up shop.
Soon the room was covered in plastic and I used the staplegun to nail it to the walls to make sure there would be no blood spatter on the fine morris paper or any of the furniture. With the room completely prepared it was time to prepare ourselves. I took them all into the bathroom and together we stripped and took turns in the shower. Bella got a little turned on, giggling under the warm water while we watched and waited our turns, but she managed to restrain herself. Irena went next, washing her long sexy limbs efficiently and gracefully, and then Tanya. I watched Tanya very closely and admired the rill of water over her breasts and over her closed eyes as she raised them to the shower. Then her eyes opened and saw me watching and she smiled and stepped out of the shower to make room for me. I washed myself quickly while the other's dried and then we used the couple's own hairdryer to blowdry our hair.
After this there was nothing left to do but wait. We went into the living room and I half-expected Bella to want to watch Frozen again but this time she was calm and completely focused on the task. She had the pistol in her hand and she'd had plenty of practice with it last night. Bella sat down on the couch and folded her naked legs. It made her look older for a moment. More womanly. I smiled and sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and whispered a reminder that tonight was all about her. Not only our victims were at her command but me and Irena and Tanya as well. She smiled at me, her face glowing, and gave me a kiss. Irena was looking through the room and Tanya was at the window. The curtains were closed and she was peering out through a thin crack in the center. She stood there for a long time and none of us spoke. It was dead silent. You could almost hear Bella's heart. She was staring down at the gun in her lap and she almost seemed to be getting nervous. As if perhaps our victims had figured out our plot and moved house while they were out. But minutes later she looked up as the headlights of a car washed over the front of the room and over the watching face of Tanya at the window.
Tanya had been holding the curtain aside slightly and now she let it loose and turned to us.
"They're here," she said.
Bella grinned and glanced at me quickly. I nodded encouragement and stood up. She stood up as well and checked the pistol in her hand and flipped off the safety. Tanya and Irena converged at our sides.
By now there was a key in the front door and we could hear the lock. Then we could hear laughter and voices coming from the corridor.
"No, Nicky, for the last time were not going to Lake Chippewa for our honeymoon."
"Aww, come on, ice fishing is so romantic."
"Not as romantic as sunsets on the beach, or from the balcony of our—Ahh!"
It was at that point that Ms McKinney saw us.
Her handbag hit the floor. Her eyes bulged. Four naked women in her living room, one of them armed. Nicky had been lagging behind to close the door and now she ran up beside her partner and staggered to a stop in shock. Her eyes saw Bella. Then me. Her face went white with recognition. Ms McKinney had already raised her hands and her eyes were wandering in absolute shock over our voluptuous breasts and deadly sexiness.
Bella lifted the pistol and smirked at them.
"Hi there," she said.
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AN: Bit of a cliffy, lol. This chapter was mostly to transition to the hunt and darken the mood a little. The rape play was to sort of switch gears from the fluff and prepare everyone for the rough stuff to come. And also to showcase dominant Bella a little more, lol. Some people might be disappointed that Kate won't be taking part, but it felt right. It empowers the atrocity by having her back out and it'll make the scene itself less cluttered with one less character to keep track of. Besides, I don't want every character to be the same as Bella and Vicky or else Bella and Vicky wouldn't be special, lol.
Next chapter might take a day or two extra. I want it to be as long and detailed as possible. ;)