Blue and orange from the neon “Open” sign filtered in through the slats of the window shade.

Shalara glanced over at the clock. It was only 10:15 in the evening. There was still plenty of time for another victim, but it was late enough that the sting cops had gone to bed. She could afford to be a little saucier (plus the bra straps were cutting into her shoulder). She got up and pulled off her T-shirt, then her bra, folding them both and laying them in a drawer. From the same drawer she took out a tiny white cotton tank top and pulled it on. Now that felt much better.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown nipples poked through the thin fabric, their barbell piercings sticking out on either side. She was so fucking hot. She tugged the top up and her long red tongue darted out to flick across a nipple. She relaxed the muscles inside her breast, and a couple of licks brought a soft trickle of blood from the end. She licked it off.

The doorbell buzzed. Shalara stepped to the entrance hallway, cracked open the door and peered out into the night.

Her visitor was a woman, maybe thirty, dirty blonde hair, slightly shorter than Shalara. She was dressed in a businesslike blue skirt and white blouse under a heavy gray wool jacket. It had been awhile since Shalara had a girl. Most of her victims were men. This was a treat. She felt her clitoracle stir and had to take a deep breath of the cool night air that came in from outside, tickling her breasts under the thin top.

This mark didn’t look as well-off as her earlier victim that night had been (what was his name again? Irving?) but she didn’t look poor either.

“I know it’s late but your sign said you were open,” her visitor said. “I’m staying at the HI Express down the street and it’s been a long day. My shoulders are killing me. I thought . . .” she trailed off.

“Of course, come in, I’m Shalara.”

“Lindsay,” the girl said, coming in. “I saw another one of the guys from the conference come in here earlier tonight. So I figured you were legit. How much for a massage?”

“Fifty dollars.”

“Not bad,” Lindsay said, then looked Shalara up and down, scrutinizing her top closely. “Wait a minute. You are legit, aren’t you? That tiny tank of yours isn’t quite what I expected from a legitimate masseuse.”

“I’m a licensed masseuse. It was just late and I doubted I would get any more customers, so I put on something more comfortable. I apologize, I can change,” She let just a hint of a blush cross her face, and looked down at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Lindsay said sheepishly. “It’s been a long day. I apologize. Your clothing is fine. I just need a good back rub, that’s all. I wish my boyfriend were here. He’s a great masseuse.”

“I’m a trained masseuse. Unless your boyfriend is one as well, I am sure I know significantly more than he does.”

Lindsay pulled two twenties and a ten from the tiny purse she carried and pressed them into Shalara’s hand. “I’m not a great tipper, so don’t expect anything fantastic. Here’s my jacket. Where’s the massage room?”

What a little bitch, Shalara thought.

The blouse Lindsay wore was just sheer enough to make out the outline of the bra beneath. Basic white with thick shaped cups, about as sexy as a sack of potatoes. The breasts they held weren’t tiny, but they weren’t huge. Her shape underneath her clothing wasn’t bad at all, and her skirt was just tight enough to accentuate a tight little ass. It was her attitude that was the turn-off. Inwardly Shalara sighed and considered just killing the girl on the spot, then thought better of it. Perhaps, if she played her cards right she could turn things around and have a little fun before she killed.

“Right over here,” Shalara said, and led Lindsay to the back. She opened the door to the silver-and-tile massage room and nodded the bed. “There’s also a shower over there if you wish, towels are right there. I’ll be back in a moment.” Without waiting for a response, she pulled the door closed.

Shalara went back to the front room and sat down on the couch, pouring a thick layer of gin in the bottom of a tumbler and gulping it down then pulling another long drag straight from the bottle. This girl had been a total buzzkill. Now Shalara didn’t feel hungry or horny. She just wanted to go to bed. She’d give the girl five minutes, and if things didn’t get interesting, she’d nail her and seal her up for later, then call it night.

In the other room she heard the shower running. At least she was washing up, that was a plus.

When the water stopped, Shalara waited a couple of minutes, then arose, turned off the “Open” sign, and slipped into the back room.

Lindsay was laying on the massage table, face down. Her head was on the pillow, her arms folded under her head. A towel was unfolded and lay across her back and buttocks.

Shalara coated her hands with a thin layer of massage oil and approached Lindsay.

“I’m going to move the towel down to your waist so I can work on your shoulders and back.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Shalara pulled down the towel and started massaging Lindsay’s shoulders. She said nothing, and at first neither did Lindsay, but finally her mark broke the silence.

“So how did you end up doing this for a living?” she asked.

There was a snobby undertone that grated.

“It seemed like a reasonable way to make a living. A good masseuse is always in demand.”

“But really, is all you do just give a massage? You never give any, you know, happy endings?”

Ugh, Shalara just absolutely wanted to strangle her, but held her breath. Maybe she still could salvage this.

“I give massages, but if a guy or a girl wants to pay a little more for some additional handiwork, what’s the harm of a hand job? When you consider all the things people do for greed that cause harm to others, that destroy the environment, that ruin people’s lives, what’s wrong with making money from bringing a little pleasure? Maybe if there were a few more like me the world would be a better place.”

“Maybe. But is a hand job all you do? Come on, admit it, somebody comes in here waving around some hundred dollar bills, I bet you’re on your knees in a flash. How many guys have you had between those hips? Or in that mouth? Or even up that ass? Your type are all alike. A whore is a whore is a whore.”

Shalara stepped back from the table. She’d had enough. It was time for this bitch to get a taste of the barb. She reached for the drawstring of her pants as she felt her clitoracle stir.

Lindsay rolled over and sat up. The towel falling from her, letting her breasts swing free. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders and across the top of her chest. Her breasts were almost perfectly hemispherical with wide aureoles and long brown nipples. The left breast had a small butterfly tattooed just above the nipple. They looked so firm that Shalara felt her mouth water. This was getting interesting after all.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m being a total bitch. I apologize. You were doing a great job on my shoulders and I’ve done nothing but give you crap. I’ll give you a good tip, just please finish working on my shoulders. I trust you.”

“Apology accepted. Lay back down. I have some wine in the other room. Want a glass?”

“That’d be awesome.”

Shalara returned a moment later with a bottle of pale wine and two glasses. Lindsay had lain back down on the table on her stomach, her head and shoulders propped up on her elbows. She took the glass Shalara offered and sipped it, then smiled and took a larger mouthful. “I haven’t eaten since lunch. This is going to go straight to my head. But what the fuck.” She took another sip. The glass was already half empty.

Shalara poured a glob of oil on Lindsay’s back and began working it in, moving slowly. She worked on the tops of the shoulders, then down the blades, then along the upper arms. She managed to “innocently” brush against the sides of Lindsay’s breasts and confirmed they were as soft and firm as they looked.

Lindsay pushed up on her elbows and took another drink from the wine glass she held propped up with one hand. “My boyfriend really could learn some things from you. He’s a great masseuse, not so great in the sack though. He wants to get married, but I’m not sure I want that. I don’t deal well with frustration of any kind, especially sexual.” She tipped the glass up and drained it, then held it out. “Can I get some more?”

“Sure,” Shalara said, refilling the glass from the bottle.

“So,” Lindsay said as she took another drink. “Do you have anyone special? A boyfriend? A husband?”

“No, not anymore. I’m a widow.” It was the usual line Shalara used if anyone asked. She had her act down perfectly. Things were going to start getting good any second now, she could feel it.

“I’m sorry. What happened?”

“He was a business executive, the kind who went from one troubled company to another, rebuilding them. He loved the thrill of taking on tough cases. We had been childhood sweethearts and got married straight out of high school. It was a great life. I was the rich guy’s wife, had everything I could have wanted. I was able to spend all my time doing charity work. It was fantastic.”

Lindsay rolled over and sat up, looking at Shalara directly.

“What happened to him?”

“It . . . it’s tough to talk about,” Shalara said, turning away and lowering her head. She could feel the sympathy coming in waves from Lindsay. This was perfect. Her clitoracle stirred and a single drop of juice flowed from her pussy and dripped off the tip, running down her leg beneath her pants. “He was on a business trip in Brazil for a pharma company he was helping to rescue. They were meeting with an independent supplier for a new drug they had begun synthesizing from the bark of a tree that grew in the Amazonian jungle. He was out in the bush and there was an uprising among the local tribes. His traveling party was attacked.”

“Oh my God.”

“All they found . . . I mean, when they found him . . . I saw the pictures . . . there wasn’t much left. Just . . . “ She lowered her head to her hand. “I’m sorry. It’s tough to talk about, even after all this time. When he died I had no skills, and the insurance company refused to pay anything, saying it wasn’t covered. So, that’s why I do this.”

She heard Lindsay approach from behind and give an embrace. Her breasts against Shalara’s back poked through the thin fabric of her tank top and rubbed against her skin. Lindsay’s tiny trimmed bush brushed her thigh.

This was going perfectly.

When Lindsay’s embrace loosened, Shalara slowly turned, then pulled up the edge of her top to daub at her eyes, baring her own breasts. They brushed against Lindsays.

“I’m so sorry,” Lindsay said. “Look, I’m not such a bad masseuse myself. Why don’t you lay down and let me do a little work on you?”

Shalara sniffed. “I guess.” She let herself be led to the table where she pulled off her top and dropped her pants to the floor, then lay down on the massage table.

Lindsay poured some oil on her back and went to work. Shalara had to admit that her mark knew her way around the muscles in a person’s back. She wasn’t bad at all.

Lindsay worked in silence for a couple minutes, then finally broke the silence. “So, you don’t have a boyfriend. What about a girlfriend?”

Shalara smiled inwardly. Lindsay was hers.

“No, I’ve never been with a girl.”

“Me neither. But right now, with the wine and the massage, I’m hornier than hell. Wanna try?”

Shalara felt Lindsay’s hands slip underneath her stomach and slide upwards, cupping Shalara’s breasts. Shalara rolled over and they kissed a deep, open mouthed soul kiss, intertwining tongues. A thin trickle of saliva slid from their lips, across Lindsey’s chin and dribbled down her breasts.

Lindsay fondled Shalara’s tits, then began licking them. She bit down on the barbell and pulled it forward. Shalara relaxed the muscles in her breasts and the end of her nipple slipped slightly open. A tiny trickle of blood dripped from the tip onto Lindsay’s tongue.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked, pulling back and wiping the blood from her chin.

“Yes, they’ve been like that since I was a teenager. It’s a harmless medical condition.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it actually feels good. If you don’t mind the blood . . .”

“Not at all, that’s kinda hot in a weird way,” Lindsay replied and went back to work on Shalara’s breasts with a vigor. She licked them up and down, tugging on the sides of the barbell piercings, and increasing the trickle of blood. It ran down Lindsay’s chin and across her chest. Soon both their stomachs and chests were streaked with blood. Shalara felt the bloody glands inside her breasts swell and her chest grew, hanging heavier against her stomach like thick, pendulous mommy tits.

They separated and Lindsay pushed Shalara back onto the table, gently pulling her legs apart and licking the head of her clitoracle. Shalara let a couple inches of the appendage slip from its sheath, but kept the barb concealed.

“Baby, that is the biggest clit I have ever seen. Fuck yeah.” Shalara felt Lindsay’s tongue caress the underside of her clitoracle as two fingers slipped inside her cunt, probing for that magic spot. Shalara doubted this was really Lindsay’s first time with a girl—she knew what she was doing. Looking down, Shalara could see Lindsay’s head bobbing as she licked her labia in broad strokes. She definitely knew her way around a cunt.

“Want me to make it bigger?” Shalara asked.

“You can?”

Shalara nodded.

“It’s like a little cock, I can make it pretty big. It’s the same condition that makes my nipples bleed.”

“Fuck yeah, baby. Give me that clit like a cock,” Lindsay purred.

Shalara let another two inches of clitoracle slide forth. Lindsay squealed with delight “My God, that’s so hot.” She began giving her a blowjob. It felt great. Shalara couldn’t help herself, she let another two or three inches out, and the clitoracle swelled until it looked like a big meaty cock.

“Holy fuck. Baby, you are awesome, I could go down on you forever” Lindsay called from between her legs. Shalara had nine inches out now and Lindsay was deep-throating it like a pro. Shalara felt the tip passing back and forth across the soft spot at the top of Lindsay’s throat. The portal to the brain. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to control herself much longer, but she was enjoying it while it lasted.

She let another inch out and slipped even further down Lindsay’s throat. She reached up and squeezed her tits, spraying a fountain of blood across her stomach and Lindsay’s head. Lindsay moaned and mouthed “More” the best she could around the meat down her throat. Shalara sprayed her again, and again, until her hair was plastered to her head.

Finally, Shalara felt her control slipping away, if she wanted to extend the pleasure any longer she needed to back off. She took Lindsay’s head in her hands and slid it off her clitoracle.

“Fuck my ass,” Lindsey whispered as Shalara’s meat slid from her lips. “I’m not letting an opportunity to have a cock like that up my ass slip away.”

Lindsay stood beside the massage table and bent over, resting her shoulders on the table and reaching around to pull her cheeks apart, gaping her asshole wide and showing the pink flesh beyond. Shalara smiled a wicked smile. For all of her good-girl facade, Lindsey had the gaped asshole of a size queen. There had been some big things up that sphincter. She dumped some oil on Lindsay’s asshole and slid her clitoracle/cock inside.

Lindsey moaned as Shalara slid her meat up her asshole, begging her to give as much as she had. Shalara pushed all ten inches she currently had extended from her clitoracle inside Lindsey until her own stomach was pressed against the girl’s toned cheeks. Then she slid back out half way. Lindseys pink flesh grabbed the shaft of Shalara’s cock and gripped, prolapsing outwards slightly.

“Fuck me,” Lindsay moaned. “Get busy.”

Shalara rammed her meat back into Lindsay’s asshole hard, eliciting another groan.

“Yeah baby, that’s it. Fuck me hard and deep.”

Shalara didn’t argue. She kept her clitoracle at the same size, but rammed it in and out of Lindsay’s asshole. Juices from Lindsay’s cunt slipped down her legs below her pink, gaping anus Shalara was reaming in and out. Shalara’s stomach slapped against Lindsay’s ass, making her small ass shake and quiver.

Shalara glanced down at her meat and could see a little blood from Lindsay’s ass streaking the shaft, but the girl didn’t seem to care. Lindsey’s body shook with an orgasm, but that only made her urge Shalara to pound her even harder.

Shalara felt herself getting close to losing control. It was time for the kill.

She pounded Lindsay’s ass a few final times hard enough to make the girl’s body shake – once, twice, three times – then slid her clitoracle-cock all the way out. Lindsay’s asshole gaped wide, revealing her gaping, cracked, inflamed, slightly bloody sphincter, and angry pink crumpled ass flesh beyond.

“Hey!” Lindsay turned her head to look at Shalara. “Why did you stop? It was just getting good.”

“You still haven’t seen my best part yet,” Shalara purred.

“Your best part?” Lindsay repeated, a look of intrigue on her face. “You got something better than fucking my asshole with that cock-thing of yours?”

“Oh yeah, even better than that. You’d hate to miss this. Lay on your on the table.”

Lindsay was horny and expectant as she lay down on the massage table and Shalara climbed up and straddled her stomach.

Shalara looked down at the girl. She had to admit, she had been a good fuck. But all things had to come to an end.

“So...now what?” Lindsay asked, impatiently.

Shalara lifted up her clitoracle and gave it several strokes, letting out a few more inches. She pushed her meat down between Lindsay’s breasts so that the very tip pressed against the soft spot under her chin.

“Whoa, fuck yeah. How big does that get?”

It wasn’t even worth bothering to answer. Shalara shot her barb out and drove it upwards, into Lindsay’s brain. She convulsed as she shot her neurotoxins out. Lindsay shook once, then froze. Lindsay was still breathing, her heart was still beating, but her brain, her consciousness, and everything that had once made her who she was—that was instantly gone. The Lindsay that had been there a second before had passed on to the Next. Just the shell was left.

Shalara leaned forward, preparing to spew her white cocoon vomit, then leaned back, changing her mind.

She was so hot and horny. Fuck saving this one for later. She wanted this one now. And she wanted this one . . . raw.

Shalara shook her head. She never had any self-control. And she never saved anything for later.

She moved down to Lindsey’s cunt, slipping her entire hand inside. The pussy was warm and damp. It felt so good. She pushed her arm in deeper, until she felt the tips of her fingers contact the cervix at the very top of the birth canal. Slowly Shalara spread her fingers inside Lindsay’s body until the tips formed a rough circle around the cervix. Then, with one motion, she shot out her talons, slicing open the end of Lindsay’s vagina and pushing through, grabbing ahold of her uterus.

Inch-by-inch, Shalara started pulling her arm out of Lindsay’s body, pulling the uterus downward, collapsing the vagina. As her arm inched outwards, Shalara’s tongue played across it, flicking the blood and flesh into her mouth. Finally, the edges of her knuckles reached the inside of the vaginal slit and with one last hard pull, Shalara’s hand popped free with a wet sucking sound, still clutching the uterus. Lindsay’s vagina prolapsed and fell like a flaccid foreskin across the table between her legs.

With a quick tug, Shalara broke loose the last piece of flesh that held the uterus to the body. She held the organ up in triumph as behind her a steady flow of blood poured from Lindsay’s ruined cunt across the massage table to the floor.

Lowering the organ in front of her face, Shalara’s tongue darted out, licking off the blood. Then she brought it to her mouth, opened, and bit off a chunk of flesh like she was eating an apple.

A fresh round of blood poured down her chin to her chest, coating what little unbloodied skin she had on her tits with a fresh coat of red. Shalara chewed slowly at first, then swallowed and took another bite, then another. Her cheeks bulged out as she ate faster than she could chew. Finally she gave up trying to chew at all and just shoved food in her mouth and swallowed as fast as she could.

When the uterus was gone she turned back to the body. With one quick motion she tore the bloody vagina away and shoved it down her throat, leaving nothing but a red slash between Lindsay’s labia.

A proper cunt at last.

Her clitoracle had swollen to its full girth and it now stuck out straight in front of her at its maximum length, nearly five feet. It looked like a huge erect cock, it was a huge erect cock. It was her cock. It even had a head, out of which Shalara let her barb slide all the way, sticking out a full two inches beyond the tip. She looked over at the mirror on the wall.

She ran her hands and tongue along the length of her massive meat, preparing it for what was to come. When she finally felt ready, Shalara walked to Lindsay’s body and slid the barbed cock into the wrecked cunt. Upwards she drove it, through the intestines, the liver, and into the stomach. She carefully navigated it up into her throat, where she stopped, leaned back, and lifted. Lindsay’s body came completely off the table as Shalara hoisted her up completely onto her clitoracle-cock. Lindsay’s head rolled back and her lips parted. Another hard shake and the barbed end of the cock popped from Lindsay’s mouth amid a spray of fresh blood and her body slid all the way down the shaft, slapping wetly against Shalara’s stomach.

Shalara turned around and leaned her ass against the edge of the massage table. She pushed Lindsay’s body back up and let it fall. She did it again, then shot her tongue out and licked the blood from the end of her cock.

Lindsay’s tits were next. Shalara felt more than a little jealous of how perfect they were. Now they were hers. Leaning forward, she bit the nipple next to the butterfly tattoo as hard as she could. Fangs erupted in her mouth where only normal canines had been before. They sank in deeply. As she pulled back the nipple, the layer of flesh ripped away in Shalara’s mouth, revealing the bloody glands beneath. Shalara reached out her talons to scoop out the glands. She shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could, swallowing them whole. The lump pressed down her throat and into her growing stomach as fresh blood ran down her front.

She was so fucking horny. One side of Lindsay’s chest was a hollow cavity, but the other was intact. This couldn’t continue. Shalara sunk her talons in underneath the remaining flesh mound and ripped it free in a single motion, shoving it into her mouth in one huge chunk. She had to unhinge her jaw to get the whole thing in, but she did, and she swallowed, feeling it push down to join the other unchewed meat in her stomach.

She looked up at Lindsay’s head. Pretty little whore. She twisted the head first to the left, then to the right, then to the left. Finally she spun it completely around twice and snapped it free, pulling it off her cock.

Unhinging her jaw again, she took a single bite that tore off that pretty face. Opening her mouth to its fullest, she shoved the entire head inside and swallowed.

As the bloody skull started its long slow journey to her distended stomach, Shalara felt the body on her cock shudder once in a death throw. Lindsay was finally dead. Her brain had died earlier, and now her body had followed it. Shalara felt a tiny orgasm waft through her own body, but it was small and unsatisfying. She was even hornier than she had been before.

She pulled off Lindsay’s arms and legs and tossed them to side then pushed the body off her cock and back onto the massage table.

Shalara re-hitched her jaw and glanced down, seeing that her own tits were practically spewing blood. She touched them and felt the tips expanded, straining at the barbell piercings. Unscrewing and discarding the restraining studs allowed the tightly stretched skin to slip back like a foreskin, baring the gargantuan bloody red glands beneath. She rubbed them, squeezed them, massaged the bloody breast flesh that jutted out like huge bloody mommy-tits. Actually, that’s exactly what they were. They hung down across her bulging tummy.

Shalara’s stomach had distended, she looked like she was pregnant. Her tits were swollen and the bloody glands were exposed. She glanced over at her reflection in the mirror. Holy fuck, she was so fucking hot.

She pulled the mattress off the massage table and opened up the hole underneath. She propped the headless, limbless, bloody torso in the space on the table where Irving’s cocoon had been propped earlier in the evening.

Shalara climbed onto the table and crouched next to the corpse. She managed to straddle the corpse torso. She reached around, sliding four fingers from each hand into her asshole and pulling it apart. Her pink, gaping, slightly bloody anus hovered above the corpse, then she began sliding her stretched asshole down Lindsay’s limbless corpse.

Inch by tortuous inch, she slipped down on the torso. Her stomach and tits were pushed outwards from the pressure and her blood nipples were now squirting blood in short, sharp, almost arterial bursts. Lindsey’s shoulders and upper body were now inside her.

Something shifted inside her and the bottom of her stomach slid downwards as it found relief from the internal pressure by popping forwards behind her cock flesh. Shalara moaned as her stomach pushed up into her cock, stretching it even further as she continued to press down. The barb on the end distended even further as well and big, purple veins pulsed along the hard, meaty shaft.

She felt her gorge rise, but forced it back down. She had to do this. She wanted this bitch inside her and she didn’t want any of this predigested shit.

She wanted to take Lindsay raw.

Her asshole slid down further, taking the torso deeper, slipping down to the navel. More of her stomach distended into her cock.

And downwards she kept slipping.

Her stretched, bloody asshole was down past Lindsay’s waist. Only a few more inches to go. She felt her cock throbbing, ready to burst. She was almost there. She just had to lean back and squeeze the last few inches inside. She rolled onto her back, and with one final push, the torso slid inside

She had done it, she had taken Lindsay raw.

She squeezed and massaged her immense, swollen glands, dripping blood across her stomach.

Oh God, she was there, this was the ultimate moment.

The orgasm began deep inside her and grew outwards until her entire body shook, squirting huge bursts of semen, venom, neurotoxins, and blood from her cock and sending her bloody, pendulous breasts and immense stomach shaking like jello molds. The waves of ecstasy rocked her.

A spasm hit her engorged stomach. The vomiting began in earnest. Shalara rolled from the table to the floor, landing on her cock, which was pumping out a noxious mixture of blood, semen, and venom. Her abdomen rolled and in one massive convulsion, the torso she had worked so hard to take inside her asshole slid free, leaving her blood-filled anus gaped and prolapsed. Shalara laid her head on the floor. She could feel more convulsions growing in her still-huge stomach.

She rolled onto her back as she projectile-vomited a mix of blood and organs into the air, spraying the ceiling and walls. The spray stopped as something large lodged in Shalara’s throat. She coughed and gagged as it forced its way out past unhinged jaws.

Lindsay’s head shot from her mouth, bounced off the ceiling, and rolled into a corner of the room.

Slowly, the convulsions slackened. Shalara lay on her back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling.

She propped herself up on one elbow and surveyed the mess, then her own body. Her stomach was flat again and her bloody tits were almost back to their normal size. Her cock had gone back to just being her clitoracle, and it now hovered above her like a cobra. She was caked in blood, semen, toxins, and gore.

The room was a mess. Blood, vomit, and body parts were sprayed everywhere.

Shalara sighed, this always happened when she didn’t chew. Now she would just have to eat everything all over.

She reached for a mound of flesh on the floor, probably one of Lindsay’s tits, and bit off a piece. She chewed carefully. If she didn’t chew, she would go through that whole affair again.

She would go through it all again . . .

She smiled, then unhinged her jaw and crammed the flesh into her mouth. She pushed to her knees. With her asshole and cunt still prolapsed and hanging behind her like bloody tails, she crawled to where Lindsay’s head had come to rest. She slid her mouth over it and swallowed.

It was going to be a long, fun night.

(TBC)