One Bitch, Two Bitch

She was really beautiful. She was also a stone bitch. When she divorced her third husband she took him for all he was worth and the poor bastard blew his brains out. She was partying in Rio at the time and didn't even fly back for the funeral. The really bad part was, she had an eighteen year old daughter by her first marriage who was just like her. She'd date older, married men, then tell them that she'd tell the world (and their wives) if they didn't buy her expensive presents, give her cash and pretty much kiss her ass.

When she did it to my best friend, I decided to do something. Getting in their house was easy for me. After all, I once made my living by breaking into people's houses. I waited until the one I had been calling "Baby Bitch" in my mind came home from shopping and greeted her with a chloroform rag over her face. She was out cold in no time and I took her downstairs into the basement where I had already made some preparations.

Two nooses hung above two stools in the middle of the room. Nearby, a table with some Velcro straps was waiting. I didn't take my time undressing her. I cut her dress off, then cut off her bra. I left her expensive thong panties on for the time being. With some thin rope brought just for this purpose, I tied Baby Bitch's hands behind her back, then I tied her elbows together. A ball gag went in her mouth next.

I had found a nifty spandex hood with a blindfold sewn into it in a little adult toy shop I frequent. It fit her nicely. I waved some smelling salts under her nose and she woke with a start. She tried to scream under the gag, but it came out in grunts. She was probably trying to tell me to let her go, promising me all kinds of retribution if I didn't do as she commanded.

I slapped her. Hard. It got her attention.

"Listen to me, bitch," I told her. "Do exactly as I say and you might leave here alive. If you understand me, nod your head." She nodded. "Good," I said. "Get to your feet."

She struggled to her knees, then managed to get to her feet. She was quickly learning that it wasn't easy to do much of anything without the use of her hands. I took her by the arm and led her to one of the stools I had placed in the middle of the room.

"Step up," I told her. She stood up on the stool very gingerly. She wasn't sure what she was standing on and kept her feet close together. That suited my purpose just fine. I had rope tied around her ankles and knees almost before she knew what was happening. Then I took the noose hanging from the beam and placed it over her head. Some amazing noises came from behind the gag as I tightened the hangman's knot around her neck.

"Now, Baby Bitch," I told her, "you can relax while we wait for Mommy Bitch to get home."

About twenty minutes later, Mommy Bitch put in her appearance. I greeted her the same way I had her slut daughter.

Down in the basement, I cut off all her clothes, then strapped her face down across the table. I gagged her, but didn't blindfold her. I took off my shirt and pants and put on the leather chaps I had bought just for this occasion. My hangman's hood was already in place, and I was ready for the fun to really get started.

I walked behind Baby Bitch and pulled the slack from the rope. She didn't make any more noise behind the gag, so I guessed she was probably all cried out. Either that or she was planning what she'd do when I let her go. In that case, she was in for a big surprise.

I stepped around her and waved the smelling salts under Mommy Bitch's nose. Then, I stepped behind her, grabbed her by her short red hair and pulled her head back as she came to. The first thing she saw was her daughter standing on a stool, wearing a hood and a tiny pair of thong panties, ropes on her knees and ankles, her hands tied behind her back and a hangman's noose around her neck.

She tried to scream behind her gag. I let her try for a few seconds, then she stopped as she became aware of me holding her hair. I let go and stepped around in front of her. She raised her head and saw my cock sticking out of the chaps. Her eyes widened in surprise. I am rather well hung.

"In a minute, I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth. I want your first words to be 'Please may I suck your cock'. If you say anything else, I'll kick the stool out from under your daughter's feet and you can watch her hang.

Don't scream, don't beg me to let you go, don't threaten me. Just say 'Please may I suck your cock'. Nod if you understand me."

She struggled with it for a moment, but decided to play it smart. She nodded. Good girl. But if she thought she could get away with just a blowjob, she was wrong.

"First, I want you to understand just how serious I am." I walked back behind Baby Bitch and grabbed hold of the rope. I put my weight into it and her feet left the stool. She began to wiggle and twist in the noose.

I kept her there for the count of five, then let her down. Her feet found the stool, but she was unsteady. I put my hands on her waist until she regained her balance. Then I looked at Mommy Bitch. Her eyes were full of horror. Perhaps she'd thought this was a game or a joke before. She knew better now.

I unstrapped the gag and took it out of her mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips.

"Please may I suck your cock?"

Watching Baby Bitch hang had made me hard. I grabbed her by her hair and waved my cock in front of her face. "Say it again and make me believe you want it."

"Please may I suck your cock?" She put more feeling into it that time.

"If you bite it," I said, "your daughter swings."

Her lips were warm and wet and she knew how to suck dick. I let her hold it in her mouth for a few seconds. "Run your tongue over the head," I told her. She did. I let her suck me longer than I meant to. She was good. I finally pulled my cock from her mouth.

"I'm tired of letting you suck my cock," I told her. "Now I'm going to fuck your face. Open wide." She did as she was told and I pushed my cock into her open mouth. Holding her head with both hands, I fucked her throat. She was gagging on my dick, but she didn't bite. She took my threat seriously, as well she should. I shoved my cock harder into her mouth.

I hadn't decided yet if I should cum in her mouth or on her face. I decided that her throat was best. I shoved my cock into her mouth up to my balls, and shot my load directly into her throat.

I continued to thrust as my load shot directly into her belly. By the time I pulled my cock out, I was spent, but not satisfied. Now it was Baby Bitch's turn, and I had other plans for her.

I unstrapped Mommy Bitch from the table and pulled her to her feet.

"Open your mouth", I told her. I put the gag back into place and strapped it tightly behind her head.

"Step up on the stool." She shook her head no.

I walked over to the stool Baby Bitch was standing on and put one foot on it. I looked back at Mommy Bitch and raised one eyebrow. "No?", I asked.

She quickly walked the few steps to the empty stool and stepped up on it. She was a little unsteady. It's hard to maintain your balance when your arms are tied behind your back. I steadied her with my hands on her waist.

When she had her balance, I took the other noose and put it around her neck, pulled it tight, then stepped back to admire my handiwork. They made a cute couple. Mommy Bitch's tits didn't sag any more than Baby Bitch's did. They could almost pass for twins. I was tempted to let them swing then, but I really wanted to fuck Baby Bitch up the ass.

I removed the noose from Baby Bitch's neck, then picked her up in a fireman's carry. I stood her up at the end of the table. Some firm pressure on the back of her neck made her bend forward, and I strapped her upper body to the table. After I pulled her panties down to her thighs, I thought about untying her legs to spread them, but her position made it unnecessary. Her little asshole was easily accessible.

My cock was still slick from Mommy Bitch's mouth, so I positioned it at Baby Bitch's little rosebud and shoved. Hard. My cock went in up to the balls, and it was a tight fit. Baby Bitch screamed behind her gag. Mommy Bitch's eyes were wide with shock, horror and hate. I smiled.

"Your little Baby Bitch daughter has a really tight little asshole, Mommy Bitch." I pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her, then shoved forward again. "It feels almost as good as your mouth."

I fucked Baby Bitch's ass. Although it loosened a little, it was still very tight. I lasted longer than I thought I would, not as long as I would have liked. Finally, I shoved my cock all the way in and blasted my cum into Baby Bitch's butt. I kept my cock there until it softened and slipped out.

Her asshole was still open. That was perfect. I reached into my bag and brought out a butt plug I had bought specially for this. I wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen, but it was certainly big enough. I put it in her ass, and I wasn't very gentle.

I pulled her panties back in place, unstrapped her from the table, picked her up and put her back on the stool. The rope went around her neck and I snugged the noose in place, the knot just behind her ear.

I pulled another plug from the bag and stepped behind Mommy Bitch. She tried to tighten her butt so I couldn't get it in. I shoved it in place anyway. I didn't figure she was a virgin back there. I took some rope, ran it around her waist, then between her legs, making sure that the plug wouldn't slip out later.

I reached up and pulled the hood off Baby Bitch's head. "You've got a nice, tight asshole," I told her. I reached up and pinched her nipple. She tried to move away from my hand, but quickly realized that wasn't a good idea. The rope didn't have much slack.

"I really wish I had more time. There are so many things I'd like to do to you both. I think you'd look really good with pierced nipples. And I'd like to put a ring in your pussy after I plucked it bare." I pulled out one of Mommy Bitch's red pubic hairs, and smiled. "But I really must be going. I have a plane to catch."

I reached up and pulled off my hangman's mask. Their eyes widened with shock and recognition. They knew me! I think Mommy Bitch was the first to realize what it meant. Since they had seen my face, I couldn't allow them to live. I put my foot on Mommy Bitch's stool. "This is for your late husband," I said, and kicked the stool from under her feet.

Her devil's dance was unbelievable. I had fantasized about it many times. The reality was better. She kicked, twisted and struggled, her eyes wide with shock. If she had been on the ground, I believe she might have set a new record for the hundred yard dash. Then she drew her legs upward, bringing her knees almost to her chest, trying to find footing. Her nostrils flared, trying to draw breath. The gag was sucked deeper into her mouth as she fought in vain for air. Her face turned red, then purple and finally almost black as her body convulsed. At last, her struggles quieted, her body reduced to twitching, her breasts quivering. Then she was still, her fluids running down her leg to puddle beneath her on the floor.

I turned to Baby Bitch, who had been whimpering into her gag. "Now it's your turn. This is for Dean." I bent down, wrapped my arms around her legs and picked her up. I used my foot to move the stool, then gently lowered her until her weight was all on her neck.

She didn't move at first. I think she thought she could stay still and not give me the satisfaction of watching her wiggle. But the pain of the rope and the lack of air was too strong, and as panic set in so did her dance. It began with a twitching of her tits, then a wiggle of her hips. Then her body exploded in motion, porpoising in the air.

She twisted, writhing, her body working as though in the throes of orgasm. Perhaps she did cum. We'll never know. But if she did, it was her last. Her face contorted, trying to breathe, desperate for life-giving oxygen. But no air could make it past the noose which constricted her windpipe. Finally, she too was still.

I gathered up my tools and toys, cleaning up after myself. I took the three video cameras I had used to record the executions and made sure they were secure. Later, I would edit them. There were collectors all over the world who would pay very well for this footage. At the top of the stairs, I turned and looked one last time. It was still a beautiful sight. Two still figures, their bodies relaxed, stretching as though they could reach down and touch the floor. The last thing I did was turn off the light.