AN: Hey, just wanted to quickly say thanks so much for reviews and all the kind words. The story does get very draining at times, so it's nice to know my work is appreciated, lol. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. :)
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Chapter 53:
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On the night before christmas eve Bella and I went out with Kate and Leah for a night on the town.
Clad in our best dresses and sexiest panties underneath we set forth into the snowy winter night, grinning and giggly of spirit. Leah had been having the time of her life at the mansion—orgies every night, sex all the time—and tonight was no exception. She was the only one of us who could drink and drink she did, shots and cocktails and a bit of champagne and a couple of beers. Soon it was a wonder she could even stand at all. Out on the dancefloor with Kate or Bella, grinding up against them, grinning and grabbing ass. Making out at tables, spilling drinks, fingering each other in dark booths in the back where the music throbbed and blue light flickered over our lust filled faces. Kate had loosened up a lot as well since coming home but she still retained that air of worry over her human girlfriend even though her human girlfriend was clearly slipping quite eagerly into the depraved liftestyle of a vampire.
A few hours after midnight we were out in the streets again and stumbling back to Leah's place to do some drugs and fuck. Leah couldn't stop laughing or clinging to Bella, both of them in tiny black dresses that perfectly showed off their asses and legs, Bella pale and slender, Leah darker and more athletic. Kate was in pink with a pink hairclip in her blonde hair and I, of course, was in red.
Bella hadn't had a drop of alcohol but she seemed just as drunk as Leah and the two of them flirted shamelessly, vying to outmatch each other's obscenities. Leah even joked that we should get a hooker to gang rape. She laughed as if it were a joke, at least. Her experience with Leanna at the mansion seemed to have awakened something in her that she wouldn't mind exploring again. Bella laughed as well and said it was a great idea but Leah backpeddled with a giggle and claimed that rape was wrong, no matter how much a slut the victim was, and there was no reason to rape a hooker anyway since they were payed to put out. Bella yielded the point and so our plans were decided; we were going to get a hooker.
Leah unlocked her front door with keys out of her purse, fumbling and giggling and shivering in the cold. None of us had coats and it was snowing softly, small flakes sifting soundlessly out of the blackness overhead and settling in our hair. Once inside we brushed ourselves off and Leah laughed and kicked off her shoes there in the corridor. The shoes clattered away across the floorboards and she swayed slightly under a dizzy spell.
"Oh boy," she said. "You know your sex life is fucked up when you need to call a hooker to spice up a fourway, huh?"
Bella smirked and steadied her friend by the shoulders. "Wait till you torture and murder the hooker, then tell me about fucked up."
Leah laughed and started backwards toward the stairs. "Does anyone know any good escort services? I'll be back in a minute. Just gonna go get…"
Her stash, we assumed.
The rest of us continued into the kitchen where the wallphone was and Kate giggled and took it from the cradle.
"I know place with good bi-girls," she said, dialling a number with her thumb. "Very classy."
Bella grinned and started grabbing at Kate's waist. "I'm glad you guys got over your little monogamy phase. I missed you guys so much."
Kate giggled at her, putting the phone to her ear. "Monogamy's fun too, you know."
"Not as fun as this," I said, approaching from the other side.
Kate giggled again and squirmed cutely as Bella and I touched her and kissed at her throat and neck, craning her face, trying to keep the phone at her ear. We had one of her breasts out of her dress and we were squeezing it, making her moan, when she suddenly squeaked and went back to the phone.
"Yes, hi, I'd like to make a date for tonight, please," she said.
Bella and I grinned and released her to let her make the arrangements.
Leah was coming down the stairs with a shoebox in her hands and she set it on the counter and took off the lid. Inside was a small pipe with a quartz bowl, papers, filters, a tuff of weed, a few small baggies of pills. Bella and I peered in and Leah grinned.
"Time to get high," she said. "You guys want a beer?"
"We don't drink," I said with a smirk.
"Not beer, anyway," Bella added.
Leah was taking a bottle of beer out of the fridge and she laughed as she remembered what we were and what we fed from. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You guys only drink blood. We're not gonna kill the hooker, are we?"
She twisted the cap off the beer, watching us for our answer. She had asked the question lightly as if she was joking but her eyes were sort of serious and maybe a little curious and excited as well. Bella smiled at her.
"Do you want to?" she asked playfully.
Leah paused, bottle at her mouth. Kate glanced at her, talking quietly on the phone. Bella was smiling at Leah, daring her to admit maybe she did want to do it, but I cleared my throat and cut in quickly.
"Don't worry, Leah," I assured her. "This is your home. Bella's already killed one person here by accident and she isn't going to make the same mistake twice. Are you, Bella?"
Bella smirked and didn't answer. I smiled as well and turned back to Leah.
"Besides, the escort company will keep records," I said. "If anything happens to the girl, they'll know she came to this address and never left again. There'd be no way to avoid police exposure."
Leah raised a skeptical brow. "Didn't stop you from shooting up a jewellery store."
Bella agreed with a nod and a smirk. I suppose they had a point. I shouldn't have even gone out tonight, not with footage of my double homicide all over the news, but it was only one night and it was the night before christmas eve.
"True," I said, "but that's completely different. I'm already a fugitive. This is YOU we're talking about, Leah. If anything happens to the hooker, it'll be you who's the prime suspect. So don't worry, we wouldn't do that to you. Nothing will happen to the hooker, I promise."
Leah nodded and sipped her beer. She seemed oddly relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Kate covered the mouthpiece of the phone and leaned to us with a grin.
"Is brunette and caucasian good with everybody?" she asked, as if checking if mushrooms were alright on a pizza she was ordering.
The rest of us glanced at each other and then nodded at Kate.
"Sounds good to me," Leah said.
"Try to get one with huge tits," Bella added, ever the aficionado for large breasts.
Kate nodded at them and turned back to the phone. "Okay, yup. Thank you. Half an hour? Okay, we'll listen out for the door. Bye!"
Kate hung up and put the phone back in the cradle. Leah was opening a little ziplock baggie of white tablets. Kate watched her in concern.
"Baby, are you sure that's a good idea?" Kate asked caringly.
Leah grinned and tossed two of the pills into her mouth like peanuts and washed them down with a swig of beer.
"Oh, come on," she said when she could speak again. "We're supposed to be having fun, right?"
"Yes, but not ODing."
Leah rolled her eyes and looked at Bella. "Sheesh, she's worse than my dad, huh?"
Bella smirked at Kate. "Cuter, though."
"Well, excuse me for caring about my girlfriend," Kate said poutingly.
Leah laughed and tipped another tablet into her hand. "I know something that'll loosen you up."
Leah opened her mouth and put the tablet onto the tip of her tongue. Kate frowned, assuming she was going to swallow it.
"Leah, don't…"
But instead Leah wrapped an arm around Kate and extended her tongue into Kate's mouth, transferring the tablet onto her girlfriend's tongue and kissing her till she swallowed it. Kate's throat gulped and she returned the kiss for a moment, loosening up, until Leah chuckled and pulled away.
"That shit does work on you guys, right?" she asked Bella.
Bella didn't know. She looked at me, hopefully, and I smiled.
"Yes, it does," I said, "although I do advise caution, particularly in Bella's case. A stoned newborn might be a little unpredictable."
Bella rolled her eyes and Leah grinned at her.
"We got weird girlfriends, huh? First they corrupt us, make us do group sex and everything, then they act like our mothers. Must be a vampire thing."
Leah was tipping the rest of the pills onto the countertop. Bella grinned and plucked up one of them and turned to me.
"Open up," she ordered playfully.
I opened my mouth obediently. She smiled and placed the tablet onto my tongue and I swallowed for her and then I took one of the pills from the countertop and did the same for her.
By the time the escort arrived we were half naked in the living room with the bong smouldering on the coffeetable. No lights were on and there was a haze of smoke in the cold air. Leah should've been freezing but the drugs and alcohol and sex kept her warm. Her dress was gone and she was sweating in her g-string, her coppercolored body shinning with wetness, small biceps bulging as her arms wrapped around Kate. Bella was on my lap and her boobs were hanging out of her dress and I was sucking on them for her, nibbling at her nipples and groping up those firm pale mounds with my hands. We had almost completely forgotten about the hooker when the doorbell rang.
Leah immediately went to answer it, wearing nothing but a black lace thong, and there was laughter from the front door. Leah came back into the living room with the prostitute at her side, the prostitute smiling as she took in the scene of debauchery, the smoking bong, the pills spilled over the table, the halfnaked women with dresses hiked up to their hips or tits hanging out, a pair of pink panties on the floor. She was caucasian as specified but very tanned, very tanned and very beautiful with long dark hair and big dark eyes, her body small and stacked with big tits and huge booty all wrapped up in a slutty black dress. She introduced herself as Cherry and of course we were all pleased to meet her. She was pleased to meet us well and not disturbed at all by the illicit activity on the coffeetable. Leah handed her the bong and she smiled and hesitated only a moment before taking a hit.
Soon we were upstairs, the five of us, fooling around on the bed and moaning and rolling through a pleasant haze of lust and ecstasy. The drugs were scattered all over the dresser and there were a few beers there as well. All our dresses were shed and all our panties as well, the discarded garments spread over the already messy floor. Leah had developed a bit of a toy collection since she began dating Kate and soon the room was humming with vibrators, Leah and I wielding the shafts and the other women giggling and spreading their legs as we teased the devices over their nipples and clits, causing them to moan and writhe with dilated eyes and undulating breasts. It was the young prostitute who orgasmed first, climaxing with a mouth full of tongue and a pussy full of vibrator. Kate came next, giggling and lifting her legs into the air gleefully with the vibrator poking out of her wet vagina. After that it was my turn. Leah insisted on it, perhaps to prove that this was her house and her bed and we were all her bitches, and I obliged her by laying on my back and spreading my pale legs and moaning at the entry of the vibrator. Bella then climbed on top of my face, sitting there with her pussy just over my mouth—all wet and sweet and delicious—and I surged at it with sudden hunger and ate it out till we both orgasmed at the same time.
Afterward we shared another round of pills and the two humans had some beer and we began experimenting with other combinations. Kate gave the prostitute a few kisses, a cute couple with one of them blonde and the other dark brunette, and the rest of us watched them for a while. Watched their tongues mingling, their lips smiling, their eyes opening occasionally to level lidded looks at each other. Hands stroking over each other's breasts or gripping into perky round buttocks. Cherry was really getting into it and her eyes were solid black by now. Kate passed her off to Bella and Bella kissed her for a while before passing her to Leah and Leah did the same before passing her to me. We asked her if she wanted to eat some pussy and she said she did and she spent the next half hour earning her pay by going down on us in turns and in every corner of the room. She did Kate on the bed and then she slipped to the floor and knelt there to eat out Leah and then she turned, still on the floor, and ate out Bella while Bella sat on the edge of the bed. Finally it was my turn, back on the bed again, and she moaned and licked at my slit with her warm tongue until I orgasmed nicely with my legs spread wide.
It was almost 5AM by the time the evening began to wind down. Leah and Cherry were exhausted and drugged out and Cherry couldn't understand how the rest of us weren't as passed out as they were. Bella in particular wore a hearty smile, still very proud of her newly acquired vampire stamina.
Leah had bought the lid of the shoebox over to the bed and she was using it as a tray to roll a couple joints. Soon she had two of them lit and we were passing them around, a small hit each, inhaling and letting it out in dreamy sighs, naked and languid in the bed with lidded eyes in the dim lamplight like women in an opium den.
Leah passed her joint to Cherry and coughed once.
"So, uh," she said. "What was your name again?"
Cherry toked on the joint, certainly not her first experience with one. "Cherry," she said. "Leah, right?"
"Yeah, that's right. Tell me something; how long you been a hooker?"
Kate elbowed Leah playfully at her slip of political incorrectness
Leah didn't know what she did wrong and chuckled. "What?"
Cherry grinned and took another hit and passed it to Kate. "I've been an escort for two years," she said. "Big difference between an escort and a hooker."
"Like what?"
"Escorts are legal, for one thing. Being an escort is much safer than walking the streets. Completely different kind of clientele."
"Less chance of getting raped and chopped up by a psycho, huh?"
Leah said that with a grin and a glance at Bella. Bella smiled innocently and I only barely refrained from rolling my eyes.
Cheery grinned and chuckled. "Yeah, something like that."
"Is it good work?" Leah asked. "Fucking strangers for money?"
There was a slight hint of mockingness in Leah's words but Cherry mostly ignored it.
"I like it, yeah," she said with a shrug.
Bella had the joint now and she was taking a long puff, letting her eyes roll up as she inhaled before blowing it out again. She smiled at the young prostitute through thin haze of blue smoke. "I think it's cool," she said. "I would've loved to be an escort, but I guess there's no such thing as lesbian escorts, huh?"
Cherry grinned at her. "Not really, no. Our service is bi, but most clients are men, or couples who want a threeway. This is the first time it's been chicks only. Not to mention four of them. I should probably be paying you guys."
She laughed, looking around at these sexy women she was surrounded with. I was sitting right beside her and now I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled at her warmly in the lamplight.
"The pleasure's all ours, I assure you," I purred to her.
She smiled cutely. "I love your accent," she said.
I chuckled softly and leaned to kiss her. Her lips fell open for me and her mouth had an exotic taste of smoke and beer and a lingering hint of vagina, all of it warm and wet. She began returning the kiss and together we stroked each other's breasts a little.
The others continued passing the joints, the tiny cigarettes almost burnt down, and it was Kate who spoke next.
"So when do you have to get going?" she asked politely.
Cherry turned to her and gave an affable shrug. "Up to you guys. The company charges by the hour. I can stay as long as you like. Got anything else in mind?"
Bella had been staring at her and her heavy tits all this time and now her jaw knotted slightly, as if she had to forcibly restrain herself from suggesting the woman's rape and murder. Leah noticed the look on her face and smiled and turned back to Cherry.
"I might have a couple ideas," she said. "How do you feel about getting a little rough?"
Cherry raised her brows skeptically. "Rough?"
Bella and I glanced at Leah. Kate glanced at her too. Leah grinned at us and gave a shrug.
"Yeah, you know," she said to Cherry. "I love drilling a girl with a strapon. Bet you would too. I'd make you come harder than you've ever come in your life."
Cherry chuckled once. "Aren't you exhausted?"
"No way, I could go all night."
"Well, alright," Cherry said. "Let's do it."
Leah grinned and tossed her chin at the rest of us. "You guys warm her up for me, I'll get the strapon."
Leah hopped off the bed.
Cherry stubbed out her joint in the lid of the shoebox, smiling, and Kate moved the lid to the nightstand and Bella flicked her own joint across the room and left it there on the floor. I already had my hand between Cherry's thighs, stroking her there, and Cherry laid back with a smile while the rest of us descended on her with kisses and licks all over her body, tits, neck, between her legs. She was soon moaning and wettening up nicely. Bella had shuffled down there and she was licking directly into her vagina, making sure it was perfectly prepared for something thick and hard.
Leah had put on the strapon by now and she came back over to the bed. Cherry was breathing deeply, naked chest heaving, boobs huge and tanned with big swollen nipples, legs open with her wet vagina waiting. She grinned at the long shaft of the strapon.
"Wow," she said. "I guess you bought the big one."
Leah grinned and gestured with a hand. "Flip over, let's do it doggystyle. It's more slutty that way. I love a woman on her hands and knees."
Cherry giggled, feeling the spirit of things, and turned over and arranged herself on her hands and knees, lifting her ass into the air and sinking down to her elbows so that her hips were even higher. Leah took hold of her and angled the strapon at her vagina, nudging it, poking it gently.
Cherry moaned and waggled her hips fetchingly.
"That's not very rough," she said.
"No," Leah said with a grin. "But this is."
She then shoved the entire strapon into the other woman's vagina.
Cherry's spine was electrified by the sudden penetration and she buckled and gasped and sank down even further till her face was in the mattress.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh fuck."
Leah grinned, holding her hips, leaving the strapon buried inside her. "You like that, huh?"
"Oh yeah," wheezed the woman. "Keep going. Fuck me. Fuck me rough."
Leah smirked at us, a strange glint in her stoned black eyes. The rest of us were on the bed in a loose circle, watching, not quite sure what to make of Leah's request for roughness.
Leah was pulling the strapon out slowly, till it was almost fully removed, and then she slammed it back in again. The woman's vagina made a wet squishing sound and the woman herself gasped and groaned and wiggled at the little bit of pain and the big stab of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, face crumbled in the bedsheets, and she was smiling. Leah pulled the strapon out, almost to the tip, and again rammed it back in.
The rest of us watched, grinning, our eyes raking over Leah's powerful form, her arms lean and longmuscled, hands gripping down, her abs tight and defined and her breasts just the opposite, soft and jiggling with each thrust in feminine counterpoint to her masculine roughness. She was covered in sweat and her eyes were flat black and her hair was a black mess around her head. Cherry was face down on the mattress with her ass in the air like an animal and Leah was fucking her like a more dominating animal, a beast, a tough sexy beast.
Bella was grinning and half-mesmerized, as if she recognized the growing darkness in her eyes. I recognized that darkness as well but I was less excited. Leah was stoned and losing herself in the roughness. If she got carried away, we could have a problem. Kate was becoming concerned too and finally she spoke up.
"Baby, maybe you should slow down," she said.
She touched a hand to Leah's shoulder but the hand flittered off like a small bird as Leah gave a savage thrust to the woman on her knees.
"Fuck that," she said, panting from the exertion. "Slut said she liked it."
Cherry had been moaning but the word slut managed to startle her. "Hey," she whined. "Who are you calling a slut?"
Leah grinned and laughed and continued to fuck her. "You, bitch. You're the one on her hands and knees. The one getting paid to bend over like a whore."
Cherry's face went angry in the mattress, her mood completely ruined, and she made little struggling movements of her hips as to squirm away.
"I said you could be rough," she said, "not demean me like some kind of—"
Leah slapped her ass.
Hard.
The smack even made me jump. My boobs jumped as well and a flash of excitement went through me as I stared at Leah. Good heavens, what was she doing? Was she raping this woman?"
Cherry gasped from the spank and her ass wiggled automatically. Bella grinned and glanced at all of us and Leah grinned as well and gripped those hips and rammed them with the strapon.
"Shut up," she said. "You know you want it."
Cherry sobbed a little bit and tried to wriggle her hips away. "Okay, that's enough," she said, her voice on the verge of hysteria. "Stop it right now. Let me go. Stop it. Stop it!"
Leah grinned, her black eyes ablaze with an even blacker lust, and grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and wrenched her up a little to whisper to her.
"I said shut up," she hissed.
Then she threw her down again and gave her the hardest thrust yet, throwing her whole body into it, every pound of her weight, retracting the strapon and then slamming it back in in a savage stab that caused the other woman to howl out loud.
Bella was grinning, watching eagerly, and Kate and I shared a glance, not knowing what to do and maybe a little too high and excited to do anything. The howl trailed off into sobs and the woman was trying to crawl away but Leah had a firm grip on her hips and she was fucking her, fucking her, fucking her harder and harder, savagely, brutally, fucking her in a mindless frenzy of lust with her teeth bared in a feral snarl like a wolf.
Cherry sobbed again, groaning as her vagina was shoved closer and closer to orgasm, and raised up on her hands to try and jerk away. Leah probably could've held her but at this point Bella joined in, shoving the other woman down and digging a knee into the back of her head to keep her there.
"Fuck her, Leah!" she called out excitedly. "Fuck her harder!"
Leah grinned, panting for breath and her naked breasts flopping all over the place, and continued to drive the strapon into Cherry. Cherry sobbed and waggled her hips helplessly.
"Nooo!" she wailed. "Stop! Stop it! Ah! Ah! AhhhhhHHH—!"
The scream was cut off as the orgasm shattered inside her, silencing her protests and silencing her whole mind, reducing her to something that couldn't think or resist or feel anything but the lust forced into her by the domination of Leah and Leah's strapon.
Leah kept fucking her for a bit, smirking, and then she stopped and pushed her off. The woman slumped down shivering and then she sobbed and scrambled and stumbled off the bed. The rest of us watched her, Bella grinning brightly, Leah passing a clawed hand through her wet hair. Kate looked at me with a sigh and I sighed as well.
The night had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
The woman was stumbling into her panties and there were tears leaking down her face.
"You people are fucking crazy," she said. "I'm out of here."
Leah climbed off the bed and pushed closed the bedroom door.
Cherry turned at the sound, her dress in her hands. Fear flickered over her face. She looked at Leah and then looked at the three of us on the bed, Bella grinning like a demon, Kate smirking coyly like a naughty girl. Her throat moved as she swallowed a lump in it and then she grabbed her phone off the dress and spun back to Leah.
"You get out of the way right now or I'm calling the police," she said.
Leah didn't move. She was standing between the woman and the door and her face was flushed and feverish, her lips tilted upward into a smirk and the black orbs of her eyes dancing with black excitement.
The woman waited one fear filled moment and then began dialling.
"Fine," she said. "Fucking crazy dykes. You're gonna be sorry. I told you to stop. You're gonna go to jail, you—"
Leah snatched the phone out of her hand and threw it at the wall.
It smashed. The woman jumped in fright, dropping her dress. Heavy tits exposed, wearing nothing but panties. Leah seemed to have been grappling with some demon deep inside her all night and now she surrendered to it. Something about the woman's fear and fragility seemed to break her. You could see it in her eyes. See the darkness swallow her up. Tonight was her second taste of rape and two tastes is more than plenty to form an addiction. It had been inside her all long, only now it was awakened, and suddenly Leah's face twisted in a snarl as she grabbed a handful of the woman's hair with one hand and punched her in the face with the other.
The fist landed with a solid smack into the other woman's cheek. Her knuckle split the skin there and the woman cried out and tried to raise her hands. A sudden grin erupted over Leah's mouth as she discovered a new thrill, the thrill of violent dominance, a thrill more elating than all the weed she had smoke that night, all the tablets she had taken. Cherry tried to twist again but Leah's gripped her hair and hit her again, harder, a huge right hook thrown with technique and training, and then again and again, punching at her face over and over, breaking her nose, blasting an eye, until the other woman sobbed and collapsed.
Leah was breathing heavy and she couldn't stop grinning. The rest of us were in the bed, kneeling there like a group of concubines, and we were amazed at Leah's ferocity. Leah grinned at our expressions and then she turned back to the moaning woman at her feet. The woman was trying to crawl up Leah's leg, her face a bloody broken mask, and Leah grinned and grabbed her head and rammed her knee into it, once, twice, and then slammed the head into the dresser. The woman flopped over, groaning, and Leah circled around with a smile, circling like how a wolf circles wounded prey. The woman managed to raise up on her hands and knees, wearing nothing but black lace panties, and Leah pushed her back down again with her foot. The woman sobbed and rolled over and Leah knelt down and mounted her and began punching her face again.
The three of us watched from the bed, the scent of blood filling the room. The scent made it fairly clear what we were going to have to do. I suppose drugs and hookers had been an unwise combination to begin with.
Leah was punching at poor Cherry's head, the woman dazed and half-unconscious. Leah's fists were covered in blood. I was worried she was going to beat the girl to death when she finally ran out of breath. She rose up, smiling, staggering, stoned out of her mind and covered with little squirts and sprays of blood. She wiped her nose with her wrist, panting, and grinned at us.
"Whew," she said. "That's just as much fun as I thought it would be."
The three of us exchanged glances but there didn't seem to be much to say. Leah laughed at our expressions.
"Bella, you gonna help me out here or what?" she asked her newly vampire friend.
Bella giggled and quickly hopped off the bed. The woman was laying there among the discarded dresses and panties, moaning, her face a bloody mess and her tits slopping over her chest as she tried to roll over. Bella grabbed her and hefted her to her feet.
"What do you wanna do with her?" she asked Leah.
Leah shrugged and chuckled feverishly. "I dunno, what do you usually do?"
Kate quickly got off the bed and approached them in concern. "Baby, this is crazy. You can't do this. What's gonna happen when she calls the police?"
Cherry was slumped in Bella's arms, hardly able to stand, naked, her face dripping with blood from ruptured swellings like a boxer after a brutal matchup. Leah smirked and closed a fist and leaned to the side and then fetched the other woman a square punch in the mouth.
The woman reeled, her lip split, blood dripping. Leah grinned.
"Yeah," she said. "She ain't calling anyone."
The woman sobbed, her head lolling. Bella laughed, holding her up with her arms hooked under her armpits. Leah shook her hand, perhaps having broken a finger, and grinned at the damage she'd done to the beautiful escort we'd hired this evening.
"Fuck," she said, panting, breathing heavy. "Wow. I thought you guys were crazy, but it really is fun."
Bella smiled and hefted the other woman up. "Wait till you try it with a knife."
"Fuck yeah," Leah said, taking her literally. "I'll go get one."
She then ripped open the bedroom door and hurried away to fetch a knife.
Kate was stunned, staring at the open door, and even Bella was shocked. I sighed in amusement, still lounging there on the bed, and Kate spun at us.
"You debauched my girlfriend!"
I laughed silently and Bella giggled.
"Don't be angry at us, Kate," she said playfully. "Here, take it out on the hooker."
Bella offered the half-unconscious woman as a punching bag to relieve stress. Kate glared at my mate and glared at me and then she glared at the woman who had been beaten bloody by her girlfriend. She hesitated a moment but then she seemed to experience a similar sort of break as Leah. Something snapping in her yellow eyes, something that was just so sick of trying to do the right thing. Something just needed to lash out. Her face twisted into a snarl and then she grabbed the woman and threw her across the room.
The woman was launched like a doll. She hit the wall, naked, and bounced off the dresser and tumbled to the floor and Kate instantly sped over and grabbed her and threw her again. The woman flung up and made a dent in the ceiling and hit the floor again in a small rain of flaked plaster, groaning and wheezing and sobbing as Kate pulled her up by the hair a third time and slapped her face, once, twice, harder and harder. Bella grinned at me on the bed and I sighed and finally climbed off. I guess we had no choice now. The woman would have to be killed. Might as well enjoy it before worrying about the complications.
Kate had let the woman fall and then she kicked her on the ground, naked, blonde, furious, little tits jiggling.
"You bitch," she hissed. "You whore. You stupid fucking—"
The woman sobbed and curled up. "Please," she whimpered. "Stop."
I placed a hand on Kate's arm. Kate stopped and panted from the exhilaration and raked her hair back from her blazing yellow eyes. She looked like she wanted to rip this whore apart even more than Leah. I looked at her for a moment and then I looked down at the beaten and degraded prostitute at our feet.
"Well," I said. "I guess we'd better finish her off."
Bella giggled and clapped her hands. Kate smiled awkwardly, unused to the dark excitement coursing through her body, and made no objection.
I smiled at them and then I reached down and grabbed a handful of the woman's long dark hair.
By the time Leah returned with a nice kitchen knife we had Cherry securely gagged and tied to the bed. We'd used a strip of torn bedsheet to lash her wrists to the headboard and we'd filled her mouth with a couple pairs of panties and used another strip to tie them there. She had revived a little by now and she was crying and sobbing into the gag. One of her eyes was swollen shut from the assault and the other was begging at us, big and black and leaking tears. Her nose was broken and sort of squished and there were lacerations all over her face. Bella was licking at these wounds, gently as if to heal her, when Leah came in with the kitchen knife. She was grinning and she seemed higher than ever even though she should've been coming down by now.
Kate and I mostly just watched, letting the kids have their fun. It was bizarre how Bella and Leah's relationship had evolved. Back when they first met Bella saw Leah as a sort of big sis. An older girl she admired and looked up to. But right now it was almost the opposite. Bella was the big sis, the experienced one, the mature one, the cool one who smirked and teased. In this situation Leah was the baby sis but Leah was eager to learn. She wielded the knife over the wriggling prostitute and made shallow cuts in her breasts, her breath hitching in excitement as the woman flinched and screamed into the gag from the pain. Leah chuckled dazedly, utterly in shock over what she was doing. Bella congratulated her on each cut and leaned to lick from them, making an erotic display of it, sucking at the blood covered nipples and licking at those huge and blood stained mounds.
Kate and I were holding down the woman's thrashing legs, keeping her still. Kate was just as fascinated as Leah and both of them seemed to be captured in a dark spell, black magic. The obscene thrill of violent dominance, the destruction of beauty.
Eventually Bella and Leah got bored of the knife and wondered if there was anything else they could use. They wanted something to shove into the prostitute's holes, something less lethal than the knife. They cast about the room. Leah held up a couple of vibrators and said they could probably fit three at time but Bella said there had to be something more interesting they could find. They kept looking until they stumbled onto Leah's art desk. Pens, pencils, little plastic geometry implements. Plenty of little torture tools for the budding young artists to use on their latest work. It wasn't the most conventional kind of art, of course, but one couldn't deny they had already made quite a splash.
The woman had mostly stopped struggling by now and Kate and I were watching our mates with an air of parental amusement mixed with a hint of remonstrance. What followed was a morbid mural, a diabolic diorama, a gruesome gallery of pain and violation. Leah was inserting colorpencils into the woman's vagina to see how many would fit until the hole down there was split and bristling with over two dozen sharp sticks of wood in it. She then took a tube of paint and shoved the nozzle into the woman's ass and squeezed the contents into her rectum. The paint was green and it oozed out of her anus like slime. After that she shoved a long wooden paintbrush in there. The woman was crying and wailing into her gag but Bella and Leah's laughter was louder. Bella had a black markerpen in her hand and she using it to doodle on the woman's body. Across her forehead she wrote the word SLUT in big black letters. Which was accurate enough, if we were going to be honest. On her cheek she wrote FEED ME and drew an arrow to her mouth. After that she went and defaced the rest of her body as well. On her tits she wrote FUN BAGS and then crossed it out and wrote FAKE BAGS instead. In a scrawl over the woman's belly she wrote RAPE ME and drew an arrow that pointed to her vagina. Leah had a markerpen too by now and across the inside of the woman's thigh she wrote WHORE and on the other thigh she wrote BITCH.
Kate and I sighed at these antics and told the girls to hurry, glancing at the window where a faint dawn had already lightened the curtains. The girls mostly ignored us and continued with their experiments. Leah had wrapped a rubberband around one of the woman's tits, very tightly, so that the mound bulged and turned purple. She licked at the nipple a couple times, just for fun, and then Bella called her attention to the other breast. She had found a small pot of safetypins and the girls giggled and began stabbing the pins through the tit, the woman screaming and crying, until the whole mound was covered in safetypins like strange piercings.
They had exhausted the art supplies by now but they still weren't done, giggling and fetching the shoebox full of drugs. Leah rolled a quick joint and the two of them took a couple tokes before they stretched open the woman's eye and burnt it out with the tip of the joint. An acrid stench rose, the room filled with muffled screams. Leah laughed and spat on her and then she took the lighter and began burning the woman's armpits while she was tied to the headboard, holding the flame there until the skin blistered and split. The woman was sobbing in abject agony, pain unimaginable, and suddenly she had begun choking. Perhaps the panties in her mouth had worked down into her throat, the girls panicked, and not wanting their playmate to expire too soon, and quickly untied the gag and fished the panties out of her mouth.
Luckily the woman was too exhausted to scream for help, not that it would've done her much good. Perhaps not even a hospital could've saved her at this point. The woman was a mess. She was lying in a pool of blood and green paint and her vagina was filled with pencils and one tit was contracted in a rubberband while the other was a thicket of pins. She stank of blood and burnt flesh and one of her eyes was a blistered ball of leaking fluid and her entire body was defaced with words like SLUT and WHORE. Her teeth were covered in blood and one of them was missing and when she spoke it was barely audible.
"Kill me," she whispered. "Please."
I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Murder did seem rather merciful at this point. Leah and Bella grinned, as if maybe the woman was right, and then Leah turned to Kate.
"Kate, you wanna do it?" she asked.
Kate hesitated, perhaps because she hadn't killed someone in a very long time or perhaps because that mutilated piece of womanmeat lashed to the bed didn't look all that appetising anymore. Leah grinned at her.
"Come on, Kate," she said. "You're a vampire. I'm cool with it. I think it's awesome that you fed from animals for a long time. I really do. But you don't need to anymore. I love you. I'm not gonna judge you. They were right, this shit is fun as fuck."
Kate looked at her and then she looked at Bella. She looked at me as well, to see if maybe I were on her side, and then she scoffed.
"You guys are crazy," she said.
Bella giggled cutely, naked, blood on her breasts, a little bit of paint. "Actually, in this room you're the crazy one, Kate."
The woman might've been listening to this or might've not. She was struggling to breathe and her chest with both ruined breasts was rising and falling unevenly.
"Please," she wheezed. "Kill me."
We all looked at Kate expectantly, smiling at her sweetly, and finally she sighed and rolled her eyes and crawled over to the woman's neck.
"Fine," she said to the hooker name Cherry. "I'll kill you."
That spot on her neck was the only part of her body untainted and Kate bit into it and moaned as the blood gushed into her mouth.
It didn't take long for the last of the woman's life to drain away. Kate sucked it down eagerly, growling into the wound. Her first taste of blood in centuries. Perhaps it was good that it had worked out like this. At least now we knew she'd be okay when the time came for the christmas feast. Leah too. She might not actually dine with us but she had proven tonight that she does enjoy playing with her food. I never would've guessed she was capable of what she did tonight. She was almost worse than Bella. She was watching Kate feed, watching the woman die, and on her blood flecked face was that same smile, that same brightness in her dilated eyes, a hooligan bitch, a tough naked badass.
There was sunlight in the cracks of the curtains by now and it was about 7AM. Leah drained the last in a bottle of beer and Bella blazed the last of a little nub of a joint she'd found. Kate wiped her mouth, her eyes dazed and the irises flushed with a new red. I sighed at them and trooped them into the bathroom for showers.
Bella and Leah in particular needed a shower, the blood and gore draining away, the two of them grinning and chatting. There were only a couple towels in the cabinets and we shared them and left them there on the floor before going back into the bedroom to search for our dresses. We didn't bother with the panties. Leah was finally getting tired, the drugs wearing off, the alcohol, the exhilaration. She looked at the corpse of the woman in the bed as if she couldn't believe she had done that but with a sense of pride as well, delighted at discovering new limits for herself. The five of us slipped our dresses over our heads or shimmied into them and made sure the fabric was correct on our bodies, silent aside from sighs. I fluffed out my hair and shook my head at the state of the room. Blood everywhere, murder weapons, DNA, paint, pencils, panties. Dents in the walls.
I sighed and put my hands on my hips.
"Well," I said. "I guess we better clean up."
Leah screwed up her face. "Clean up? Are you kidding?"
"Not at all. We have to dispose of the body."
Leah snorted, slipping on her shoes. "Fuck it. Just leave it there."
"You don't understand, Leah," I told her patiently. "This is your home. The police…"
Leah waved all that away with a flap of her hand. "I don't give a fuck about the police. Besides, I got a new home now. With you guys, right?"
Bella grinned, straightening the skirt of her dress, and looked at Leah with a sort of friendship-lust.
"I can't wait till you become a vampire," she said. "We're gonna have so much fun together."
Leah grinned shyly. "Me too."
Kate listened to all this and touched Leah's shoulder in concern. "I'm not sure if this is the kind of decision you should be making while stoned out of your mind, baby."
"I didn't just make the decision, Kate," Leah said, turning to her seriously. "I've been thinking about it for a long time."
Kate looked into her eyes for a long moment. Leah returned the gaze and then grinned.
"You look hot with red eyes, by the way," she said. "Does that happen from human blood?"
Kate smiled bashfully at the compliment and looked away with those pretty red eyes.
I sighed and looked at the bed. The sun was beaming through the thin curtains and the woman was still tied there, legs open, pencils sticking out of her snatch, covered in blood. Leaving her there would certainly be far easier than cleaning her up and it's not like the rest of us haven't been leaving a trail of bodies lately.
"Are you sure about this, Leah?" I asked her.
Leah nodded and brushed her hair quickly with a hairbrush from her dresser. "Yeah, fuck it," she said. "Leave her there for my dad to find. I don't give a fuck. Better take the weed, though."
Bella went over to the shoebox and tossed all the drug paraphernalia back into it and set the lid on top.
I took one last look around the blood covered room in the new sunlight and sighed.
"I guess we better get going then," I said.
Leah grinned and nodded and started out. Cool. Confident. Bella giggled and followed her like little sis again, the shoebox under her arm, and Kate and I shared a glance and a smile before we followed as well.
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AN: Another filler chapter before christmas. This one was all about Leah. She's another one of my favourite characters, but I seem to like every character, lol. I know a lot of you guys like her as well, so I hope you enjoyed her progression. I was tempted to call the escort Nikki but I managed to restrain myself, lol. New chapter soon. :)