Thread: Very Bad People [Feral + miles]

Intensity defined Rand as he watched Bri climb upon the bed, her tender touches and soft words earning a raised brow from him. He heard the taunt in her voice but still, he was wondering where she was going with this, still waiting for her to reject his authority and turn into a sniveling waif that he could torment along with the other victim. Then laughter bubbled from his throat as he watched his lover's fingers violently disappear into the other woman's cunt, the gesture completely unexpected and the painful writhing of their victim delighting him in the best possible way. With the songs playing from the stereo and watching Bri reprimand the red-headed girl so viciously, Rand was a little boy again, watching in sadistic delight as a tortured animal flailed in agony in the yard, when suddenly the neighbor's cat decided to join his game and finish toying with his prey. As things progressed, his slender fingers found themselves wrapped around his leaking cock, jerking and teasing himself as he watched Bri's hands work at the woman's flesh, creating new bruises and splitting the skin in new beautiful patterns, blood dripping onto the plastic sheets beneath them. He didn't know where his eyes should be, overwhelmed and excited by the pain and sorrow in the girl's body and face, yet turned on watching what was essentially a female mirror of himself torturing the precious innocent. The pain was what captured him mostly, but even when the girl's cries died down for a little while, his eyes were all for Bri, her hands staining red as she used his tools in ways he hadn't thought of yet, filled with the urge to simultaneously take them from her and play with them himself and yet just wanting to stop and watch her own imagination work it's magic. Who the fuck was this woman?! And where the fuck had she been? Apparently, hiding within the form of his lover, allowed to fester and grow due to his violently nurturing influence - obviously. He doubted little miss suburbia would have ever fathomed to do this if it hadn't been for him. And that, added onto the fact that she was basically obeying him and performing for him was a great boost to his ego, making his dick throb even more as he got hot over his own power over both women. Unable to take her teasing anymore, Rand stepped forward, easing himself onto the bed behind her, his hands moving around her body to start undoing the button on her jeans. Kissing and biting at her back and shoulder as he eased her pants down over her ass, he huskily ordered, Don't stop... his hand placing on the middle of her back and forcing her into a position on hands and knees hovering over the other woman, giving him access to her rear quarters. Shoving her underwear aside, he began to finger Bri's pussy roughly, swirling his thumb over her puckered asshole as he commanded her to Choke the fucking bitch and punch her. Don't kill her, he said sternly, pausing in his attentions to direct his wicked lover. I just want to fucking hear the sounds. Having said that he immersed his face between Bri's thighs, his tongue slithering over her swelling pussy lips and wiggling between her folds, the tip of his nose nuzzling at the bud between her butt cheeks as his mouth moved to massage her deeper.