Revenge (The Night Club Book 2)

by M. Stratton

  Walking over to his top of the line stereo system, he turned it on, and Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the room. Casually looking outside, he was able to see the van parked across the street. Bender didn’t even try to be subtle. His men were out there every day, every night. It didn’t matter to him. Walking upstairs, he went to his bedroom at the back of the house and looked out the window. The one where, if he stood in the exact correct spot, he could see his Kitten’s bedroom.

  His hands clenched at his side and he let out a quiet scream. There were times the injustice and the rage built inside of him and he had to let it out. While he did have more freedom here than in any institution, it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to walk free like Bender did. There was nothing more he wanted than to walk down the street, his Kitten on his arm. Going to the best restaurants, seeing the best shows, front row tickets of course. He wanted to give her everything she deserved. Instead, she was walking through some primitive earthen tunnel, hiding their love from the world.

  Closing his eyes, Nutter added that to the long list of things Bender would pay for.

  Six

  “Oh, Lover, I have a present for you,” Morgan sang out as she came through the tunnel door. She couldn’t believe how lucky she been, coming across Alan and Nancy at the rest stop.

  Propping the door open with a chair, she went back a bit further into the tunnel and pulled the cart which had the man, in his late fifties, into the room where she and Nutter spent their time together, making love and killing. Letting go of the handle, she went back and grabbed his wife by ankles and brought her cart into the room also. She was very strong from working with patients, but she didn’t need to wear herself out by dragging them through the tunnel. Although, it would end up being more painful for them.

  Looking around, she wondered where Nutter was; she had expected him to be waiting for her in the room. She didn’t want to open the hidden door and call out any louder, if he had a visitor upstairs, but also didn’t want the old people to wake up. Going over to the corner of the room, she flipped a switch on the monitor and the upstairs of Nutter’s house came into view. Sure enough, there was a man sitting at the kitchen table with Nutter.

  Leaning in closer to the monitor, Morgan tried to get a better view of the man, but his face was turned away from the camera. Turning her attention to Nutter, she tried to figure out his body language to determine the type of person he was.

  Since it was rare Nutter ever left his house, Morgan took the opportunity to flip through all the cameras to see how the rest of the house looked today. She longed for the day they would openly be together. All these years of hiding their true feelings were wearing thin. She wanted everyone to know the depth of their love and not be hidden away like some cheap whore.

  She knew what the plan was, hell, she helped create it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be impatient and want it all now. Want all of him now.

  Alan started moaning behind her. She knew the two men upstairs wouldn’t be able to hear anything, but she didn’t want him to wake up before Nutter could enjoy the moment. In fact, she wanted to see the look on his face and not be worried about what the old people were doing.

  Quickly she pulled the man up on the bed, laying him toward one side, and securing his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Then she took good old Nancy and set her on the stool next to the bed and made sure she wouldn’t be able to move. Cocking her head at the two of them, she inched the chair a little closer to Alan, so close their hands could almost touch. Laughing to herself, she thought it would be great, being that close to being able to comfort your loved one in their last moments of life, but not being able to.

  Tapping a finger to her lip, she wondered if she should cut their clothes off now, or leave them on. Excitement built in her belly at the thought of what was going be coming, what she and Nutter could do to the two of them. Resisting the temptation to slip her fingers inside of herself, she instead bit her lip, wondering if the old lady’s pussy was old and dry and if the guy could still get it up.

  “Ahhhh, there’s my Kitten. What have you brought me?” Nutter came up behind her and ran his hand across her stomach, pulling her in close to him.

  “Lover, may I present Alan and Nancy Douche. You may not remember them, but they used to be one of the hold outs right here in Bender’s neighborhood. They refused to bow down to Nutter and Mick when they were running the neighborhood. They were interviewed by the newspaper after Mick was killed and you were arrested. They had some very judgmental things to say about the two of you.”

  “Well, Kitten, this is an excellent turn or events. What shall we do?” His fingers dug into her side.

  “I was just starting to think of the fun we could have. It truly was fate I ran into them on the interstate. I wasn’t planning on finding them and killing them this soon, but sometimes things fall into your lap, and you can’t pass up the opportunity to make the past right. I heard them talking about going camping for the next week and knew I had to ask now. They picked the wrong area to stop. There were plenty of questionable people around. You should have heard them, looking down their pretentious noses at everyone. You’d think they never did anything wrong. That they bent over backwards helping people.” Morgan swayed her hips back and forth against Nutter, smiling when she felt his cock twitch.

  “Have any ideas come to you, my sweet Kitten? Or should we simply kill? Together.”

  “Oh now, Lover, that would be too boring. And if there is one thing, we are never dull.” She turned in his arms and grabbed ahold of his hair, bringing his mouth down to hers. “Who do you think will beg for their life more? Him or her?” Morgan whispered to Nutter.

  Nutter’s eyes narrowed as he looked at them. “He’ll give out before her.”

  “Hmmmm…you may be right, but she seems like a whiney bitch, who only cares about herself. I bet they’ll each be willing to sacrifice the other one, in order to live.”

  “Oh, Kitten, I like the way you think. Shall we see who breaks first?”

  “Oh, yes please, Lover. I was thinking we should do something different, not use your typical tools.”

  “This just keeps getting better and better. Let me think, what could we use?” Nutter tapped a finger on his lips. “Ah, I have it.” He snapped his fingers. “I’ll be right back.”

  Morgan stayed where she was. waiting for his return. Within a few minutes, he was back, his arms filled with gardening tools.

  Nutter smirked, “I bet they garden.” Nutter picked up a small rake and ran it down Alan’s body. “I’m thinking we’re going to have to wake them up. I’d hate for them to sleep through this.”

  Morgan walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some smelling salts. Breaking the capsules under their noses, she enjoyed holding the burning chemical under their nostrils longer than necessary. The sounds of their gagging filled the room. “Oh, sorry,” she said, without truly being sorry.

  “Now that you’ve finally decided to join the party, I wonder if you know who I am.” Nutter’s smooth voice filled the room.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” Alan’s eyes darted around the room, focused on his wife for a moment, before looking at Nutter. “Don’t you know who I am? I’ll have you thrown in jail,” he raged at them.

  “Please,” Nutter said. “Been there, done that.” He leaned in closer to them. “Are you sure you don’t know who I am?”

  The woman’s gasped. “You’re Lawrence Goodwin.”

  “Tsk, tsk. You obviously don’t read the news; otherwise, you wouldn’t call me that. You’d know I am Nutter.” He looked over at Morgan. “I’m sorry, Kitten, it seems like our game has changed. Only one has the possibility to live, with the other for sure to be killed, what kind of fun is that?”

  “You’re right, Lover.” Morgan shrugged. “We’re just going to have to kill both of them.”

  “It’s sad really, I was hoping to keep one alive for a while, tormenting them, knowing that the other is dead, rotting
next to them. But I’m afraid after what she’s said, I won’t be able to be fair about it and will end up killing both of them. It’s just in my nature.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, I’m right there with you. So since we aren’t going to see who is the weaker, what should we do? I’d hate to let a good kill go to waste.”

  “Now, Kitten, a kill is always good, albeit, some are too quick, but blood is blood.”

  “Very true, Lover, now come here and kiss me before we begin.”

  Nutter strode toward her, stopping inches from her. With their eyes locked on each other, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. “Giving orders, Kitten?”

  “Tell me you don’t want to.”

  “You know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

  “And I you.”

  Roughly he captured her lips with his, sliding his tongue between her lips. Sighing, she leaned into him, grabbing his shirt in her hands, and rotating her hips against his cock.

  They both froze at the same time when they heard their audience whispering to each other.

  “I think our guests are upset we’re ignoring them,” Nutter said.

  “I suppose we should take our hosting duties seriously.” She walked over to them. “I’d offer you something to drink, but then that wouldn’t make much of a difference. You’ll be dead before you dehydrate.”

  “Have you ever mummified someone?” Nutter asked.

  “No, I haven’t. There’s been no one I’d want to keep around.”

  “I knew there was a reason you were the one for me. I never have, but I think I’d like to try it, you know, just to see what it’s like.”

  Morgan wasn’t stupid, she was strong, but not strong enough to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue. Too scared to hear the answer. There was one woman out there, still alive, that had completely obsessed Nutter for years. Stormy still haunted him. Morgan knew he loved her, but had to wonder what would happen if Stormy came to him out of her free will. Or if he had Stormy all to himself if he would forget about her. Instead, she picked up a hand rake, and flicking her wrist hard, embedded it into the stomach of Alan and pulled toward her, enjoying seeing the blood flow and his screams fill the room.

  With hooded eyes and her chest heaving in excitement, she watched as Nutter grabbed the pruning shears and started cutting the woman’s fingers off, knuckle by knuckle.

  With their cries filling the silence of the room, she wanted to add her cries to theirs as she came with Nutter deep inside of her.

  Wiggling the garden tool inside Alan, she reached over with her other hand and tucked her fingers into the waistband of Nutter’s pants.

  “Oh, Kitten, would you like for me to make you purr again? Why don’t to lie back on good old Alan boy here, feel his life-force leaving his body, making your back slick as I make your pussy wet.”

  Carefully removing her clothes and putting them in a pile, she sat between Alan’s legs and gracefully laid back on him, bringing her arms up and lacing her fingers behind his neck.

  Though the slit of her eyes, she watched Nutter approach her while removing his clothes, his rock hard cock ready and already seeping, ready for her.

  Falling onto her, she was held down between the two of them and she shuddered. Nutter sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud around with his tongue. Using the hand rake, he flicked her other nipple with it, Alan’s entrails still on it. She could feel his cock ready to slide deep inside her.

  “Oh, Lover.” She moaned and wiggled, trying to get him to stop teasing her and fuck her.

  “Now, Kitten, you know I like to savor all things precious to me.” He pulled away from her and started tracing a path down her stomach to her pussy. With his tongue dancing over her clit, her fingers dug into Alan’s neck, she enjoyed the feeling of her nails breaking the skin.

  Nutter lifted her up and back a bit, so she was lying further up on the body. She smiled when she felt him manipulating the soon to be dead man’s balls and cock.

  When she felt his cock grow hard under her, she bit her lip and her breathing sped up in anticipation. She should have known Nutter would know all the right pressure points.

  With one hand, he continued to use the hand rake against her nipples. Back and forth he went, flicking them back and forth. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. His other hand was working Alan’s cock, using acupressure to make him hard. Feeling Alan’s body tense, and try to move away from Nutter’s hands on him, made her even more excited. His angry whimpers filled the room. “Lover, I don’t think he likes your hands on him.” Morgan’s raspy voice filled the room.

  “You don’t say, Kitten. Don’t like a man’s hands on you, good old Alan boy? Well, we wouldn’t want you uncomfortable.” He chuckled.

  Morgan raised her head and smiled down at Nutter between her legs. Feeling the cold metal against the side of her leg, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back on Alan’s chest. With Nutter’s tongue bringing her closer to climax, her nails dug deeper into Alan’s throat. When she felt something warm and wet on her fingertips, she shuddered and dug them in deeper. Nancy’s screams for them to stop added to the excitement.

  Feeling the cold metal move in a quick motion, she knew what he was doing. When Alan jerked under her, and she felt the warm dampness spread under her, she knew what he had done. Nutter cut Alan’s dick off. She could feel his screams reverberating throughout his body and into hers.

  The pressure built and she couldn’t take it any longer. Screaming out, she dug in deeper into Alan’s neck and toppled over the edge.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Kitten.” Nutter ran a hand over her stomach. “The color of blood looks so good on you.” Stopping, he cocked his head and squinted his eyes at her. Snapping his fingers, he quickly sat up. “Don’t move.”

  “No problem, Lover.” Morgan’s voice was thick with satisfaction.

  Nutter dipped his fingers into more of Alan’s blood, painting on her belly. Her stomach quivered as his touch tickled her.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered.

  “Me, or your artwork?”

  “Both.” His eyes were focused on what he was doing. “You have no idea what it feels like to create again. And to create on such a beautiful canvas, it is the perfect compliment to my skills.”

  “You are so strong, keeping your urges at bay for so long.”

  “When the rewards are bigger than the action, you wait. I knew I’d be out one day, then nothing could stop me. Finding you, finding your love was more than I could ever wish for. This, this right here makes everything worth waiting for.”

  “I’m happy you feel that way, Lover. I never expected to be able to share this part of my life with anyone. I must say, it’s added a whole new level to my normal activities.”

  Nutter glanced up and made eye contact with her, his finger pausing mid-stoke. “You know, I used to share kills with Mick, but it was never anything like this. I never thought there could be more, but with you, you Kitten, make me experience things in a whole new light.” A smile played at the corner of his lips. “And we still have more to do tonight.”

  “Yes, yes we do.” Slowly she sat up and looked down at her belly. Nutter truly was talented, he had created a scene of what they had just done to Alan. The amazing thing was he had painted it upside-down, so she could see it perfectly from her angle.

  “Your work should be hanging in museums, not washed off of my body.”

  “We’ll always have it in our memory.”

  “Shall we create more?”

  Nutter’s eyes swung over to where Nancy’s sobs could be heard. “Now, what shall we do with her?”

  “You already started using the pruning shears on her, shall we continue?”

  Nutter nodded. “Yes, she does look lovely on the inside. You know, I find most people look much better on the inside of their bodies, compared to the inside of their souls.”

  “Lover,
you have no idea. I could tell you stories of what people have done, all claiming to be good upstanding citizens. But inside…” Morgan leaned down, cocking her head to the side as she gazed into Nancy’s eyes. “But inside, their souls are black and selfish. This one right here, her soul is almost pitch black. I bet she even makes promises to children and breaks their little hearts.”

  “Here you go, Kitten.” Nutter handed her a pair of hand shears. “Have at it.”

  “Hmmm…where to start?” Morgan looked Nancy’s body up and down. “How about here?” She started cutting into her skin, in one-inch increments, down the side of her leg. “Don’t the teenage girls do this to their leggings? Cut out the side of them? Isn’t that what this looks like?”

  “I believe you are correct.” Nutter leaned in closer. “Look at that.” He poked a finger into on the cuts. “Very nice. I’ll think I’ll do the same on the side, you know symmetry and all.”

  Carefully they matched their cuts down her legs and then started on her arms before moving to her sides.

  “I wish she’d wake up, she passed out from the pain pretty quickly. Much quicker than her husband, and you cut his dick off.”

  “I fully expected more from her, she looks like such a stubborn, cold-hearted bitch. I really don’t think she ever would let anyone get one over on her.” Nutter nodded.

  They stood together, holding hands watching her take her final breath.

  “That was kind of anti-climactic, don’t you think?” Morgan asked.

  Running a blood-stained hand through his hair, Nutter nodded. “I do like what we’ve created, but yes, she wasn’t much fun.” He shrugged. “We’ll do better next time. We should start cleaning up, I want to butcher the meat before it starts to go bad. I have an old recipe I want to make, it’s called Jennifer’s Gravy, it’s to die for.” Nutter grabbed the man’s cut off cock and tossed it into a bowl on the counter.

  “You’re such an amazing cook, and you know I have a weakness for Italian.”

  “Once you get a mouthful of this, you’ll never eat any other red sauce. I can guarantee it.”