by West, Sam
Maria walked over to the table and bent over it, burying her face in the crook of her elbow. Wayne just stood there motionless, looking as if he were about to cry.
“Come on, then,” Maria mumbled into her arm. “Get on with it.”
Kendra felt like she shouldn’t be looking, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. Wayne went to her, his shrivelled, flaccid cock slapping against his thighs with each step.
“I can’t,” he said, trying to shove his limp dick between her spread legs.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she said, spinning round.
She sunk to her knees and unceremoniously sucked down his cock, her head bobbing up and down on his penis like a pro. The slurping noises her mouth made echoed in the silence of the room, and a tear of humiliation slid down Kendra’s cheek on their behalf.
Kendra flinched when Kevin gently laid a hand on her upper-arm. She hadn’t realised that they were standing so close; subconsciously they had drifted together, drawing comfort from one another. The very-public blowjob went on for five more excruciating minutes before Wayne stilled her bobbing head with his hands.
“I think I can now,” he said, so softly that Kendra barely heard him.
Maria resumed her position bent over the table and Wayne held onto his now semi-hard cock, guiding it between her legs. There was no mistaking the tears in his eyes as ever so slowly he began to pump in and out of her.
He gained momentum, holding onto her offered-up backside for support. The veins stood out on his neck and the flesh on his unfit body shimmied with the physical exertion.
“You have to come, stud,” Craig called out.
In that moment, Kendra hated him in a flash of such intensity she swayed on the spot. Craig was the monster here, not Jasper. If it weren’t for Craig, then none of them would probably be here in the first place.
Wayne stopped pumping his flabby backside, slumping forward slightly. His white body was sheened in sweat and he hung his head in defeat.
“It’s alright mate, you don’t have to come, you’ve done the task, Craig never originally said anything about coming.”
Wayne stepped away from Maria and her gaze was involuntarily drawn to his flaccid cock; no way was Wayne coming anytime soon.
“Okay then, but let’s not forget that now’s the fun part,” Craig said. “Bend over, big boy, it’s your turn now.”
“You piece of shit,” Kendra muttered under her breath, low enough for Craig not to hear.
“You got that right,” Kevin muttered behind her. “The fucker’s got it coming.”
“I won’t go in deep,” Maria was saying. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
Try not to hurt him? Kendra thought in disbelief. Was she serious?
Maria held onto the rolling-pin and Kendra shuddered. This was disgusting. Craig was disgusting. She eyed the rolling-pin in horror; it had a handle at each end about an inch around and two inches long, and the rolling pin itself was twice the width and length of an average penis. The main part of that rolling-pin inserted into a rectum would do a lot of damage; Wayne would undoubtedly need stitches when Maria was through.
“Just do it,” Wayne said, offering up his arse in the same manner that Maria had just a few minutes before.
Craig threw back his head and laughed. “Shove it in as hard as you can, Maria.”
In a flash, Kevin was on him, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. The two men were almost exactly the same height, and the most ridiculous image of them kissing slammed into her brain.
“You’d better watch your mouth, sunshine,” Kevin spat.
“Or what, fucktard?”
“If I get the highest card next round, you’re gonna wish you’d never been born.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah, praise the Lord. At last, the stupid prick gets the concept of the game. There’s hope for him yet.”
“Please!” Kendra and Maria said in unison.
Kevin let go of Craig and he staggered backwards, sniffing and wiping his bleeding nose on his sleeve.
Lightly, Kendra touched Kevin’s arm. “We need to keep it together.”
Kevin managed a ghost of a smile and her heart twisted in her chest; oh, how much she had loved that smile once, all those years ago.
Wayne grunted, drawing her attention back to the foul spectacle. Maria had inserted the first two inches of the rolling-pin handle into his arsehole. It stuck obscenely out of his backside with Maria holding on to the length of the rolling-pin.
“If you recall, I did say, all the way up Wayne’s arse, not, you can just insert the little handle.”
“Hey, that’s far enough,” Kendra said.
“The rules are the rules, baby,” Craig said, still cradling his nose. “I didn’t make them.”
“It won’t go in any further,” Maria said.
Wayne twisted his head round to look at her. “You have to try. I can take it.”
Kendra admired his resolve as he nodded reassuringly at Maria through the tears.
I really do actually think he has changed. He seems like such a nice man, now. And that fact made what was happening to him seem all the worse.
“Okay, then. I really am sorry, Wayne.”
Maria’s hard face looked even harder as she held onto the rolling-pin with two hands and braced her hip against the handle.
Then she shoved forward.
Wayne let out an almighty, inhuman sounding howl. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table edge. He continued to pant and scream, his face now a violent shade of purple.
Not even Craig laughed. In fact, he looked shit-scared.
Blood gushed from Wayne’s rectum, pouring over the rolling-pin in Maria’s hands and pattering on the concrete floor.
“Jesus,” Kevin said.
Maria stared down at her hands with wide eyes, then she collapsed. She went down like she was boneless, crumpling like an empty sack. Kevin lurched forward, but not quick enough.
“I think she banged her head on the ground,” he said as he crouched down next to her.
Kendra took a deep breath, composing herself. The blood didn’t bother her – she was a doctor, after all – but she was concerned about Wayne’s torn rectum. If they were here for too long and septicaemia set in, he would be as good as dead without medical attention.
“Don’t let Maria move her head,” she instructed Kevin, before turning her attention to Wayne. “Keep still, I’m going to help you. Trust me, I’m a doctor.”
It sounded like Wayne laughed, although it could have easily been a grunt of agony. “That’s what they all say.”
The rolling-pin was still sticking out of his arse, and ignoring the blood, Kendra firmly wrapped her hands around it. His rectum had gone into spasm around the offending object and the blood continued to pump.
“Would somebody chuck his shirt over?” she asked.
Craig made no move to help so Kevin got to his feet and reached for the shirt, handing it to Kendra.
“Wayne? I know it hurts, but you have to lie down on the ground on your side. Can you do that for me?”
“I think so.”
She grabbed him under his meaty, sweaty armpits, helping him onto his knees, and then his side. She crouched down next to him, staring intently at his arse.
“This will only hurt for a moment,” she said, pulling out the rolling-pin with one assertive tug.
Wayne squealed like a pig being slaughtered and his body convulsed, his back arching. Grabbing the shirt, she pressed it hard against his ripped anus. Instantly, the white shirt was soaked through with red.
“How’s Maria?” She asked Kevin over her shoulder.
Maria was lying directly behind her and as if on cue, she groaned softly.
“Coming round, I think. Hey there,” Kevin said softly. “How ya doing?”
She mumbled something that Kendra didn’t catch, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank God she wasn’t knocked out.
“Are you happy now?” sh
e snapped at Craig. “Is this what you wanted?”
Craig swayed slightly on the spot, the colour drained from his face. “I didn’t think the stupid cunts would actually do it. They were supposed to take a fucking bullet in the heart for their own fucking sakes.”
Doubt twisted in her guts. Did he have a point? Was Craig the only person here with his head screwed on straight?
No, he’s a vicious, vindictive piece of shit, what am I thinking?
The bell sounded just as she opened her mouth to speak, effectively silencing her retort.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Kevin screamed, giving voice to her own thoughts, his words drowned out by the ringing bell.
The game was far from over.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Craig was shaken. Behind the show of bravado, he was bricking it. Silently, he watched Kendra and Kevin tending to the injured; to the inevitable casualties of the game.
Better them than me.
Showing weakness at this stage was as good as signing his own death warrant, he had to keep it together. So long as he kept the position of dealer, everything was going to be just fine.
It wasn’t like he actually wanted to kill anyone, but what bloody choice did he have?
You can do this. You have to.
“Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?”
Craig looked blankly at Kendra, who was leaning over Wayne and practically shoving a shirt up his bleeding arsehole.
“I didn’t think the stupid cunts would actually do it. They were supposed to take a fucking bullet in the heart for their own fucking sakes,” he said in a daze.
Kendra looked uncertain for a moment – had he finally got through to her? No, that flicker of doubt was gone, and her customary look of disgust that she reserved only for him was apparently back.
She opened her mouth to speak, and that deafening bell rang out.
Time to sit down and play.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Kevin screamed, his voice barely audible above the ringing.
The noise cut out after a few seconds, followed by Jasper’s voice over the speakers, and Craig flinched in surprise.
“Ladies and gentlemen and injured parties, please take your seats to resume play. Failure to do so will result in mass punishment. Craig, the camera sees all. As the last time you dealt you stacked the cards in your favour, you are no longer permitted to deal. Your failure to abide by the rules will go unchecked this time. Please resume play.”
Inside, Craig withered and died.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am fucking screwed.
“You piece of fucking shit,” Kevin said, scrambling to his feet.
Craig braced himself. His still-bleeding nose felt tight and throbbed like merry fuck, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t broken.
Well, me thinks that’s about to fucking change…
“Don’t, Kevin, what’s the point? You have to help me get Wayne seated.”
Wayne sobbed like a girl. Craig could hardly blame him, he sure as fuck wouldn’t fancy sitting on an arsehole in that state either.
Was this guilt or sympathy he was feeling, he wondered?
No, the stupid cunt should’ve taken the fucking bullet.
Maybe. Or maybe I should’ve made the task fucking impossible so the silly twats would be fucking dead by now.
Wayne’s moaning and sobbing drew his attention; he was propped up between Kendra and Kevin, a big, fat, blubbering, lump of flesh.
Maria groaned and sat up, holding her head. Craig’s gaze strayed to her rock-solid tits.
Those things look so much better in porn films, he thought absently, followed by; I should help her up.
But he didn’t move, instead electing to take his place at the table. With a lot of huffing and puffing, Kendra and Kevin managed to get Wayne back in his seat. Kendra helped him into his suit jacket and his white, flabby chest with the smattering of hair peeked dismally out through the gap.
Maria joined them. Somewhere along the way she had thrown on her knee-length, black cocktail dress and had sat down.
“I’ll deal, shall I?” Kevin said, picking up the pack of cards, throwing Craig a foul look as he did so.
Craig did his best to keep his expression neutral, but got the distinct feeling he was failing miserably.
If I’m in the lower two, I am so fucked.
Kevin shuffled then dealt the cards. Craig watched with his heart in his mouth, conscious of the beads of sweat that had broken out on his forehead, one of which trickled into his eye. He wiped it away and warily eyed the card in front of him. Everyone else had turned theirs over, and judging from the way Kevin was laughing, it surely didn’t bode well for him. Kendra also slumped back in her chair, the look of relief on her face all too obvious.
Shit and fucking double fucking shit. I don’t believe it.
Wayne and Maria didn’t look too happy, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was because they held low cards.
They haven’t exactly had the best of times tonight. Especially Wayne…
Even so, his guts churned with an impending sense of doom.
“King of Spades,” Kevin said with glee.
“I have a queen,” Kendra added, placing hers face-up on the table.
How perfectly fucking lovely for you both.
Wayne and Maria placed theirs face-up on the table; Wayne had an ace and Maria a five of hearts.
So who’s going to be Wayne’s playmate? Me or Maria?
“Come on then, Craig, turn yours over,” Kevin said, the delight in his voice painfully obvious. “You’d better hope and fucking pray you have more than five.”
Bracing himself, he turned over his card…
And his heart sank to his bare feet.
Fuck! A two of clubs. That’s it. I am royally fucked.
“Yes!” Kevin shouted, punching the air in glee like a footballer who had just scored a goal. He leered at Craig. “You wanna play, big man? Are you ready?”
No, Craig most certainly was not ready. He returned Kevin’s gaze, hoping he couldn’t see the fact he was fucking quaking.
“What do you say, Wayne? Are you up for this?” Kevin asked.
Wayne didn’t look ready for much of anything. Granted, he hadn’t had the best night, his waxy, shiny complexion was testament to that fact.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Craig said lamely.
“Of course I don’t. I could just get shot instead.”
Craig had nothing to say to that, because Wayne was right.
“So this is what’s going to happen. Craig, you get to fuck Jean, and you get to come. I know, I know, please don’t thank me.”
Kendra looked aghast, which made Craig feel a tiny bit better. Those two getting cozy was really beginning to get on his tits.
“Kevin! There’s no need for that,” Kendra said.
Kevin ignored her, turning his attention to Wayne: “When Craig and Jean are done fucking, I’d like you to deliver ten good blows to Craig’s head with the hammer.”
Craig was horrified. “You complete cunt.”
Kevin threw up his hands. “Hey, it’s up to Wayne, isn’t it? All I said was he had to deliver ten blows with the hammer, I didn’t say that they had to be fatal blows. I’ve thrown everyone a lifeline here. And if Wayne has any sense, he’ll do the right thing.”
Craig realised he was well and truly fucked. As furious as he was, his life depended on Wayne’s goodwill. Maybe Wayne wouldn’t be able to go through with it.
Seems to have turned over a new leaf, that could bode well for me.
But if Wayne didn’t kill him, then the man might as well take a gun to his own head. He doubted very much that Wayne would sacrifice his own life for his, no one was that fucking altruistic…
The bell rang out again in a short, deafening burst. It was play time.
“Get on with it, then,” Kevin said.
The grim reality of his situation hit him smack in the face and t
he room began to spin.
I can’t do it, I just can’t…
You have to. Don’t do it and you get shot in the head.
If nothing else, Craig was a survivor. Where the was a will, there was a way. The chance of Wayne sparing his life in a moment of altruism or cowardice might have been slim, bit it was still just that; a chance.
So he turned his back on every last one of the fuckers and reached inside his black trousers. Determined, he formed a fist around his soft shaft. He thought of Maria’s body, still fresh in his mind from a few minutes ago. It wasn’t the best body he had ever seen, but neither was it the worst. It was certainly the most recent and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, picturing the surprisingly voluptuous curves of her buttocks, and her waxed snatch.
But then in his mind he was watching her shove that rolling-pin up Wayne’s arse and the beginnings of his erection deflated like a saggy old balloon.
“Fuck’s sake,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t think I can do this.”
He tried again, thinking of everything filthy he had ever seen. The dirty mags he kept under his bed. That porn film he had seen a few days ago… It began to work. He wasn’t rock hard, far from it, but he was close.
Close enough?
Maybe…
Before he got to thinking too deeply about what he was doing, he crouched down next to Jean’s corpse. Her black dress was rucked up around her thighs, revealing her cellulite and stretchmarks, and his erection withered a fraction. Steadfastly, he refused to look at the hole in her chest, or at her face.
Pussy’s pussy, right? he thought with renewed determination. Stick it to her quick before I reach the point where I just fucking can’t.
Craig was rapidly approaching that point, so he yanked down the lacy black underwear. It was like relieving an elephant of a pair of knickers, and his erection was in danger of disappearing completely.
He kneeled between the dead woman’s fat legs and grabbed his shrinking cock with his hand, guiding it towards the entrance to her vagina.