Sleepy Pills
Serega was right – the tall one, Veronica, quickly looked around and went to
the kitchen. Half a minute later, pushing Kate aside, Andrew followed Veronica
and found her shaking a dark little bottle over his glass. He pressed a button
on his cell phone and a moment later it dialed Serega’s number. Then Kate ran
in, shouting. Andrew smiled: the girls didn’t notice Serega and Yury entering
the room. But when Veronica seized a knife, Yury stepped forward and the girl
was locked in his steely grip. Serega hit Kate in the face – she fell on the
floor and looked at him in fear.
“You recognize me,” he said. “Hmm, do you know whose money it was? Not mine. I
had big problems because of you, baby...”
Yury tore a cotton towel and tied Veronica’s hands behind her back. Then he
forced a kitchen cloth into her mouth and pushed the girl in Andrew’s direction.
Kate sat motionless staring at the gloves on Yury’s hands.
“Yep, you’re right,” said Serega and winked his eye.
Yury climbed on a kitchen chair and with a mighty blow made a hole in the thin
wall. Then took Veronica’s tights (taken off from her by Andrew a few hours
before), made a clumsy noose and tied them to the fresh hole. Then dragged
crying Kate to this “gallows” and put her on the kitchen chair. She wasn’t
screaming or whatever – just cried – and with the smeared makeup and frightened
gray eyes she didn’t look like a dangerous night wolverine at all: rather a
schoolgirl who had not prepared her homework. Till the last minute Kate was sure
the guys were threatening them, she glanced at the guys that were holding
Veronica down, and didn’t notice Yury push the chair from under her feet. She
gasped, falling a few inches down, something crashed but the tights held Kate’s
neck and the girl hanged in the doorway. The noose was tightening, Kate jerked
and shook her legs, something in the wall crashed again. Kate opened her mouth
like a fish and stretched her shoulders backwards.
Her bare feet were dancing in the air, at times quickly and chaotically, at
times slowly, trying to reach the floor. The curved lips revealed her teeth, a
long drop of saliva oozed down the curve of the lower lip.
Serega seized Veronica’s hair and pulled it sharply, so that she could see the
agony of her dying friend. Veronica struggled, but Serega’s weight held her
lying on the sofa. Andrew was very excited: he forced Veronica’s thighs apart
and plunged his hard cock into her hot, wet pussy. He raped her brutally, trying
to get in the rhythm with Kate’s desperate gasps.
Yury watched Kate dying and it seemed to him that she was trying to run: her
legs jumped high in the air, and then relaxed and shook her body. The tights
could not resist the rubbing against the sharp edges of the hole and suddenly
Kate fell on the floor. The noose loosened, so the girl took a long gasp of air.
“Fuck,” said Yury, catching the other end of the tights and pulling it upwards.
Kate stood up and once again gasped for air. Blood dripped down from her broken
nose. Andrew froze, his sick still in Veronica’s pussy. Yury smiled a wicked
smile and raised his hand higher in the air, pulling Kate back into the air.
Veronica shut her eyes not to see the death of her friend.
Yury stood holding the tights right over Kate’s ear. Kate was dangling
furiously. She tried to kick the guy with her bare feet, but it had no effect.
Her head lowered, so now her crazy eyes were staring at her own chest. Kate was
dying in agony. Andrew came in Veronica and pulled his dick out. Two minutes
later it was all over: Kate relaxed and did not move. Yury held her in the air
some more time and then dropped her on the floor.
She lay still, her face was frightful – dark purple, with swollen lips, broken
nose and terrible, crazy eyes. Veronica didn’t recognize her at all. But Serega
said:
“You next!”
Having witnessed Kate’s death, Veronica thought that she had nothing to lose.
With all her might, she desperately struggled and for a short moment broke free.
But the Yury dropped her on the floor and sat upon her. While he was tying her
arms (around the elbows), Andrew took the remnants of tights and tied Veronica’s
feet together. Still holding her down, Yury pulled the sash out from the
bathrobe and roughly tied it around the girl’s neck. Springing up to his feet,
he pulled the other end of the rope, so Veronica, gasping and choking, crawled
after him. The guys held her while Yury tied the rope in the hole where Kate had
been hanged. When it was done, they let her.
Veronica fell, her little toes just a few inches from the floor. Her legs were
tied so she couldn’t dance like Kate did, but her entire body swayed and shook.
The face was growing dark very quickly, so quickly that the mole on her cheek
soon became unseen. Her little tongue appeared between her teeth.
The three men watched her attentively. There was something wildly erotic in
these unusual curves of the dying woman. Her body took impossible poses in the
air. The hard nipples of her shaking tits seemed to be looking at the guys.
Suddenly, she curved into a struggling pose, and then relaxed. Urine flowed down
her legs, it seemed slippery in the light of the lamp. Her head bowed down, the
hair covered the face, but the tongue could be seen.
She moved a little, and then she was still, rocking to and fro in the noose made
from a bathrobe sash. The show was over, and the guys left the quiet flat.
The End.
Copyright by Carnivore Rodent (2000).