Despite the fact that she was fifty-six years old, she still looked (and often acted) like an eighteen-year-old child.
"You want to kill me, don’t you," Katie whispered, her body trembling with uncontrolled desire. "I’ve known it since that first night, but now it’s legal, you’ll actually go through with it!"
"It’s not legal until you give me permission, Babe," Zeus whispered, moving his lips against her blood slicked, trembling stomach as he fingered her.
Moving back slightly, he removed his slippery hands from inside her pussy and gently pulled the little hood back, uncovering her hard little clit. Katie watched as her sadistic husband raised her belly-button pin up toward her widespread, quivering legs.
"Yesss," Katie hissed, her voice shaking with desire. "Do it!"
She grabbed two handfuls of hair on Zeus’ head to keep from falling and braced for that intense pinprick of pain that would drive her into ecstasy and orgasm. God, she loved him! He knew exactly how much to hurt her to make her come.
Zeus blinked as a spot of blood struck his eyebrow and grimaced as he felt hair being pulled out of his head. Katie was gurgling through clenched teeth and trembling violently. He reached out and grabbed her hips to help her stay standing while he watched the little pin move up and down as her freshly pierced and bleeding clit physically throbbed with her orgasm.
Katie sank down into Zeus’ waiting arms, her shaking legs no longer able to hold her up. The tiny recorder embedded in the corner of Zeus’ left eye got it all. This was another million-dollar recording. He would have to edit out the healing of her belly button. After all, he didn’t want some biotech company to kidnap and dissect his meal ticket trying to find out how she worked. Basic ‘rights’ to personal freedom end when they interfere with business and profits.
He knew that when he edited this little flatscreen preview for her next Tri-d performance, he wouldn’t have to worry about the bloody scratches he’d made on her torso with the pin – the clotted blood concealed the fact that her skin had healed underneath its dark residue. But there was something else much more important about this particular recording.
He had proof.
The recorder couldn’t see what Katie was looking at when she said, ‘Do it!’ The horny, witless little Goth slut had simply wanted him to pierce her clit so she could come. But, if one listened to the conversation, it could be construed much differently.
She’d just instructed him to kill her. The royalties would set him up for a life of sadistic luxury. But, he would have to make Katie Kelly a household name, first. He wanted everyone to buy the recording of her death scene. He already knew how she was going to die. In order to make sure she was dead, it would have to be brutal, wonderfully violent, bloody… and permanent!
A dildo filled with C4 and a heat sensor would be perfect…
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