Thread: Gore Whore [Kassyghost and Darkest Nightmare]

This is such fucking bullshit! Vikki grumbled to herself as she lay on her back on Kjell's black silk sheeted bed rubbing her pierced pussy and trying to finish what Kjell had started. She'd been incredibly horny after watching Kjell corrupt her new innocent young friend with drugs and fellatio. After Kassy blacked out, Vikki had assumed she would be the center of attention, instead Kjell seemed distracted, not giving her the attention she so badly wanted. Pulling out before she could cum and not even bothering to blow his load on her. Sure it had seemed like a good idea then, but now she was starting to have some regrets. It wasn't like she was a jealous girl by any means. No, she she knew Kjell was a badass sexy fucking rockstar which is one of the main reasons she liked him so much, but it also meant that he was going to be fucking random strange pussy whenever he wanted and she didn't have a problem with that. The problem was his sudden obsession with Kassy as soon as he heard the fact that she was a virgin. Normally Kjell seemed to fuck other girls and barely remember their names minutes afterward, but with Kassy he was acting completely different and it was starting to get on Vikki's nerves. Vikki was almost about to bring herself to orgasm when she heard Kassy's whiny call to her. She huffed in frustration and pulled her hand off of her desperately wanton cunt unsatisfied yet again. Fuck....yeah I'll be right out. Vikki sat up and looked around the candle lit room for her clothes, nope no where to be found. Where the fuck did he put them? She asked herself crawling off the bed and feeling around blindly on the messy floor. Only a mintue passed by before she heard her name called again, this time it was Kjell's forceful tone and Vikki knew that she had better hurry it up. She found one of the Kjell's large shirts and pulled it over her head, grabbing the bottom hem and stretching it low enough to make a makeshift skirt. Coming baby! Out in the living room Kassy was indeed more freaked out than ever. It had been bad enough when Gool and Kjell talked about her virginity like it was some sort of unholy grail in need of protection, but now Kjell had produced a knife and Gool was on a quest to bring a 'chicken' to the fray. Surely it must have been some sort of slang, no body would keep livestock in a metropolitan apartment. Kassy had pressed herself up in to the corner of the couch, practically shivering with fear. The pillow she'd been using to modestly cover her vagina now propped up like some sort of shield. Her eyes darting around the room nervously, she looked like she was ready to jump out of her skin. Vik....I wanna go...Okay....I'm freaked the fuck out and all I want to do is go home...Can we go please? Holy shit Kjell, what did Gool fucking do to her? She looks wacked out of her gourd. Vikki asked, as she emerged from the room. It was a fair assumption, the groupies Gool had savaged in the past had always seemed to have a dead, thousand yard stare after he'd finished with them and Vikki could only wonder what he was capable of. Vikki strode over, ignoring the knife in Kjell's hand as if it held not threat at all, and sat down next to Kassy. Hey, chill out, fucking relax, girl....it's cool okay? He's not going to stab you, I told you these guys are alright. I wanna go home, please Vikki can we just go? Kassy babbled, tears welling up in her mascara stained eyes, but not actually breaching the rim and dripping down her cum caked cheeks. Is it the ritual that's got you freaked out? It's not a big deal, really. It's like....it's like... you know like when you took me to your family's church and it's like one of those catholic prayer things, lots of bowing and chanting and shit. After that we can get out of here and go home and get cleaned up. Vikki tried to reason with Kassy, but the truth was she really didn't know what the ritual was like, due to the fact Kjell had never invited her to join in one. She just assumed that it was some silly pedantic thing with no real effect like most religious ceremonies. The only reason she'd even entertained the notion was so that Kjell might like her more. The truth was that Vikki liked the rebellious nature and reputation that came along with being associated with some dark religion, but she didn't really believe in the shit. This was all just make believe to her, something Kjell and his buddies were in to. She played along, sure she loved Kjell, but she didn't actually believe there was any validity to it, let alone that you could actually summon some ancient evil deity older than any god or devil. Coincidentally, down on the street outside the apartment, a passing police car blipped it's red and blue lights and sounded it's horn. Kassy's frantic mind leapt at the opportunity. ....Sh....She prolly called the cops, you know how much she worries after my dad got killed in that car accident. She prolly thinks we are dead laying on the side of some road somewhere. We should GO! You kno....know before Kjell and Gool get into any trouble. She pleaded reaching out and clutching Vikki's arm hard enough to leave nail marks. Of course the cop car was just pulling over a drunk driver, but no one inside the apartment knew that, and it was enough to plant the seed of doubt into Vikki's mind. Shit, Kjell, I think she might be right, I mean I don't want you getting into any trouble and Kassy's mom is really over protective since their dad died. Maybe we should head out and do the ritual some other time. Vikki said, real apprehension showing on her own face. Kjell....We gotta Go! Vikki stated flatly now, a determined look on her face. Can you fucking take us back to the venue parking lot so I can get my car please?