Sinister Sisters

Natalie was the oldest of four children.  Long ago, she had been diagnosed with Bipolar disorder and hospitalized on several occasions for, what the hospital called, psychotic breaks. Despite growing up in the upper middle class in a nice neighborhood in Long Island to two parents still married, she was prone to violence.  Growing up, there had been incidents where she attacked people with brass knuckles and used her long fake nails as weapons.  Due to this, she didn’t bother going to college and was content to live off disability from the government as she lived in an apartment of a building her parent’s own smoking marijuana daily.  Her parents had long given up hope of her being employed and looked the other way of her marijuana habit and just let her be in her apartment.

Samantha was the second child.  Given that the dynamic was three girls and one boy, she was not only one of the middle children but also the middle girl.  Add to this that she was the only one of her siblings to take her mother’s Puerto Rican complexion rather than the rest of her siblings that looked every bit the Polish complexion that their father denoted to the gene pool. Growing up in New York, Samantha couldn’t wait to leave.  Her parents had a house in Florida and that’s where her sites were at.  The second she graduated college, she moved to Florida and started teaching.  Samantha, however, was also prone to the addiction that her sister Natalie enjoyed.  For her, however, the addiction was poker.  After a while, she found she was making more money playing poker than she was at teaching.  Since she loved playing poker more than being a teacher, she made the decision to quit teaching and become a full time professional poker player.  She engaged a dealer at the local dog track where she played poker and he told her he’d get her into dealing.  Things were looking good for Samantha until she realized that the returns she used to enjoy from poker were drying up and she turned against her fiancée causing them to break up.  Things downward spiraled after that as she avoided the dog track and played online to minimal returns.  She started smoking marijuana daily to calm her nerves from her poker career not going well.  If Samantha was anything, however, it was confident in her abilities regardless of the result.  She had hoped that her friends from New York would come to visit but her most frequent friend was a kid she met through a high school friend when she was in college named Larry.  She got along with Larry, even manipulated him into staking her in the beginning of her poker career.  She lost the money but Larry didn’t seem upset by it and it didn’t affect their friendship.  She knew that after she left New York, Larry and Natalie had seen a lot of each other and maintained a friendship.  Larry seemed to be the only one that wasn’t scared off by Natalie’s craziness.  On one particular day, Samantha got a familiar phone call.  Samantha was notorious for not answering her phone but Natalie could be very persistent, almost obsessively stalkerish.  She knew eventually she’d have to speak to her.

For the first time in Natalie’s life, she was getting her life straight.  She had seriously pursued getting a job as a babysitter to get her out of the house and she had been married for five years now.  Samantha had predicted that her Polish immigrant husband would divorce her the second the five years was up and he no longer needed to stay married to maintain his citizenship but he hadn’t.  Although Natalie cheated on her husband regularly in the beginning of their marriage she had stopped her promiscuous lifestyle and settled into married life.  Whenever she felt sick of New York, she would buy a flight down to Florida to see her two sisters that currently lived there.  She felt it was a little more complicated this time since Samantha had a new boyfriend.  Like all of Samantha’s boyfriends, this one was no prize. He had a part time job, lived with his parents and had absolutely no personal hygiene with an unshaven face and a puppy dog look that followed and worshipped Samantha. Natalie and Larry always postulated that since Samantha saw her parent’s marriage as their father being dismissive and condescending to their mother not allowing her to work since he made more than enough to support her and the four kids, she vowed to never be with a man that could stand on his own two feet.  She wanted a man that was so pathetic that he would have to depend on her so he would never leave her.  Samantha had a way of manipulating men and she used it to her full advantage.  Natalie had met Samantha’s boyfriend Blake on previous trips to Florida and confirmed that he fit the Samantha’s boyfriend mold.  Samantha’s father would joke that Samantha would pick any bum off the street to date.  Samantha always wanted to literally take a bum to a movie just to shove it in her dad’s face that she would stoop that low but never did it. Natalie called Samantha repeatedly to schedule a time to come to Florida like she always did.  It enraged her that Samantha wouldn’t answer phone calls or call people back.  She was the only person she knew that had a cell phone that was not unlimited calling but only free nights and weekends.  Finally Samantha picked up and she started the conversation normally.

Samantha picked up the phone already annoyed.  She was in a bad mood and she was going to tell Natalie what she thought of her incessant phone calls.  When the topic of visiting came up she said, “I couldn’t care less if you came to Florida, my life doesn’t revolve around you.  You think you can just snap your pretty little fingers and I’ll come running, well that’s not how it works.  If you come down, you work around my schedule, I’m not accommodating you, you selfish whore.”

Natalie responded, “Whatever, fuck you, you’re just jealous because I’m no longer the fuck-up of the family, you are.  I got a job now, I have a husband, you have a pathetic little boyfriend that follows you like a dog and has to stay at mom and dad’s place because he has nowhere to live.  He’s a fucking bum, and you’re just jealous I have a nice man and you got shit.  You suck at poker, you have no job and you smoke weed all day, at least I stopped that.”

The sisters continued to bicker until they hung up the phone in foul moods.  Natalie called Larry and invited him over.  When Larry came over, she asked him to go to Florida with him.  Larry had only been to Florida while Natalie was there once and it was a disaster.  Natalie was visibly jealous that Larry wanted to hang out with Samantha even though she had crashed the visit. To Larry, he was closer with Samantha and the distance to Florida didn’t change anything.  Just because he saw Natalie on almost a weekly basis, didn’t change the fact that Samantha was the sister he always preferred.  Nowadays, however, the waters were a little muddier.  Samantha had recently visited New York and had called Larry like she always did.  She invited a bunch of her friends to a bar near her parent’s building and drank the night away.  Although Larry had called her a sociopath before, she always shrugged it off.  Larry was very difficult to deal with as he was very argumentative but it never got to Samantha before.  This time, however, Larry was acting like a chauvinist. When questions were directed at Samantha, Larry answered for her, and most of the time he answered incorrectly.  He also was outspoken on how promiscuous he thought her cousin for leaving the bar to make out with some guy she had just met and Larry said he wouldn’t be surprised if she had intercourse with him.  Samantha hated promiscuity but Larry wasn’t sexually active at all so his measure on what constituted promiscuous behavior was ultra-conservative.  Although Samantha would claim she was turned on by men who didn’t have many sexual partners, Larry was an exception.  The final straw was when Larry verbalized what type of guy he thinks Samantha goes for.  Samantha’s high school friends reacted shocked and screamed in amazement that he actually said it outloud but then they said they believed it to be true.  Samantha maintained her poker face but she was fuming inside.  She didn’t tell Larry she was mad but instead told their mutual friend the next day and had her deliver the news to Larry.  She also told Natalie so she would relay the message to Larry.  Both did, Larry tried texting an apology but she wasn’t hearing it and didn’t even bother responding.  If there was one thing Samantha could do, it was write someone out of her life no matter how nice they had been to her in the past.  She had just done that with Larry. Nothing he said or did could change her mind.

Larry knew Samantha well enough to know his friendship with her was over.  In a way he was relieved, for he was afraid of Samantha.  He believed her to have sociopathic tendencies and he knew he was defenseless against her manipulation.  When he first met her, he had a crush on her but the last seven years he was able to suppress those feelings.  The last year, however, they had resurfaced. He believed that if you are willing to say something behind someone’s back, you should say it to their face.  He did that with Samantha but was surprised to hear she was mad at him when she found out that everything he said to her face when it was just the two of them, he told behind her back to anyone who knew her.  He always thought it was fair game unless specifically told not to mention it, which he hadn’t been.  When Natalie started complaining about Samantha, Larry took it with a grain of salt.  He had seen Natalie enraged with people before only to get over it quickly afterwards, especially her siblings.  Since Larry also had three siblings, he knew how this went.  When there’s that many kids, you normally alternate which sibling you want to be closest with, always having a closest and one you hate.  It alternates as time progresses but that’s just the way the dynamic worked.  Larry was fascinated how this 5’4” barely more than 100lb girl could have such a violent past.  He had never seen it first hand but he had stories and had been shown pictures of the damage she could cause by her long nails.  When Natalie brought up Florida, he said, “I told you, I don’t want to go there when you are there because I hate dividing my time between you and Samantha.”

“Samantha hates you.”

“I know”

“So why do you want to chill with her?”

“Why would I go to Florida if Samantha doesn’t want to chill with me?  I can just hang out with you here. Why go to Florida?”

Natalie smiled and said with a chuckle, “Because I want to fuck her and Blake up.”

                Larry couldn’t believe that he was actually contemplating this.  He had never met Blake but hurting him to hurt Samantha didn’t seem like too bad an idea.  To Natalie, it was the ultimate victory, manipulate Samantha’s friend, whom she had previously controlled, and use him to hurt Samantha.  Larry knew this but Samantha and Natalie never really realized how open he was to it. Besides, he had gotten Natalie to do some things that he considered revenge toward Samantha even though he didn’t believe Samantha knew about them.  Then again, Natalie is notorious for her big mouth but he always believed Samantha would berate him if she found out.  To date, that phone call had not happened.  He agreed to go to Florida and Natalie told him her plan, which was much more sinister and insidious than he could have come up with.  He was unsure if he could go through with it but Natalie seemed to want to do most of the dirty work and dirty work it was. They flew to Florida and stayed at Natalie’s parent’s house.  Samantha’s father had bought her a small ranch house and her other sister had moved out with her fiancée and their daughter so the Florida house was unoccupied.  Normally, against her father’s wishes, Samantha had Blake stay there since it was close to the part time job she got for him.  Samantha arranged a time between her time with Blake and playing poker to have Natalie over. Natalie hadn’t told Samantha that Larry was in Florida, let alone coming to Samantha’s house. Natalie rang the doorbell and Samantha answered the door without even looking who it was completely unprepared for what would happen next.

                Natalie had rung the doorbell with her left hand even though she was right handed.  This was because her right hand was already in a fist donning brass knuckles with Larry standing behind her.  The moment the door opened, Natalie drove her brass-knuckled fist directly into Samantha’s stomach and her and Larry barged into the house.  All Blake heard was a guttural groan and he rose only to find himself being driven back as Larry had driven his shoulder into his solar plexus, hoisted him up and slammed him against the wall.  Before Blake could react, he was being punched repeatedly in the head as he went down, which only made it worse as the punches turned to kicks.  He curled into the fetal position but it did little to lessen the blows.

                After Samantha was bent over, Natalie grabbed her long black hair and yanked her back slamming the back of Samantha’s head into the wooden floor.  She straddled Samantha and started slapping her in the face repeatedly screaming, “Fuck you bitch, you want to disrespect me?” Knowing that “bitch” was the word Samantha most hated being called.

                Soon after, Natalie got up and started stomping and kicking Samantha’s midsection and legs.  When she was satisfied that Samantha was too incapacitated to move, she stood up and called Larry over. The plan had worked perfectly, Blake and Samantha were in no condition to retaliate and soon they would be even more helpless.  Larry walked over to Natalie and Natalie said, “Stand that bitch up.”

                Larry was 6’ 205lbs and Samantha was 5’5” 98lbs.  Due to this, Larry bent down gripped under Samantha’s armpit and hoisted her dead weight up with ease.  He placed her against a pole in her house and held her up staring into her hurt eyes.

                Samantha was in a lot of pain but figured she still had hope.  She had manipulated Larry before; she could beat Natalie at this game.  Larry was always quick to admit that he liked Samantha more than Natalie and Natalie had told her that Larry’s old feeling had sparked up again, to which she condescendingly replied, “Oh Larry” as if he was one of her former 2^nd grade students professing their love for her.  She looked at Larry fluttered her eyes and said, “Please Larry, think about what you’re doing, don’t let her hurt me anymore.  You know I love you”

                Larry looked at her coldly and said, “No Samantha, you were quite clear we’re not friends anymore.” As he grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back and around the pole.  Samantha could feel duct tape being wrapped around her wrists but still she remained confident that it wasn’t over.

                Samantha replied, “I never said that, I’m sorry I didn’t answer your phone calls, but you know I’m bad at that.”

                “Too late Samantha”

                Samantha kicked her legs toward Larry’s groin but he expected that.  He gripped her jeans and pulled the pant leg up revealing the bottom of Samantha’s shins.  Samantha always wore long sleeves even in the oppressive Florida heat so people rarely saw her exposed skin.  Like a geisha, it drew men to stare at the slightest show of skin.  She most noticed it in Larry when she was in her house and would take off her shoes as she was too cheap and lazy to wear socks.  Larry couldn’t keep his eyes off her bare feet but this distraction would be moot as Natalie reached around the pole, stuck a piece of duct tape onto her bared right shin and wrapped the duct tape around the pole several times.  She said, “Go check on Blake.”

                Blake had started crawling slowly.  He was in a lot of pain and unable to stand.  Larry quickly walked toward him and kicked him in the side of the head flattening him.  Just as Larry expected, Blake was malnourished and emaciated, just the way Samantha liked her men.  This made him an easy victim for Larry.  Larry grabbed him by the head and pulled him to his feet.  He bent over and wrapped his left arm around his stomach so his hand rested on Blake’s left side as Larry was standing on Blake’s right.  He used his right arm to scoop Blake’s legs up so that he was perpendicular to the floor only to slam him down as Larry protruded his right knee out contorting Blake’s back around his leg.  He picked him up and repeated the maneuver before shifting his arms to stand Blake back up positioned on his right again.  This time Larry put his left hand by Blake’s right ear and Larry’s left hand in between Blake’s legs at the knee.  He pulled his left arm toward Blake’s left kneecap and caught the upper half of his body with his right hand and lifted so Blake was horizontal again this time his right side facing the ground.  Larry carried him like this to Samantha and slammed Blake’s side into Larry’s right knee before shoving him off his knee causing Blake to roll on the ground at Samantha’s feet. 

                As Larry was finishing his assault on Blake, Natalie stood in front of Samantha taunting her about how pathetic her man was.  Samantha tried telling her to untie her but every time she did, Natalie slapped her across the face.  Natalie brought her lips to Samantha’s ear and said, “I was going to gag you, but I want to hear you react to what we’re going to do to your pathetic little dog of a boyfriend.”

                Samantha didn’t react and when Blake was laid at Samantha’s feet, Natalie kicked him in the head and said, “You’re supposed to protect her asshole” and then smiled looking at Samantha.

                Natalie had brought a backpack with her and she just now took it off and set it on the ground.  She took out a pair of scissors and walked toward Samantha.  Samantha’s eyes widened in fear as the smile on Natalie’s face spread toward her ears.  Natalie gripped the bottom of Samantha’s sweater and undershirt and placed the fabric in between the scissors.  She squeezed the scissors shut and cut up the shirts till she clipped the collar.  She gripped the two halves and pulled them apart and said, “Come on bitch, show us your mosquito bites you call boobs.”

                Natalie had gotten breast implants a while back to avoid this predicament.  Despite being flat-chested though, Samantha was considered by many to be attractive.  Natalie knew that Samantha hated being exposed in front of people.  She was even nervous to go to the gynecologist and only let boyfriends see her naked body.  She screamed out and struggled with her restraints and begged, “Please stop, let me go, you’re my sister, don’t do this to me.”

                Natalie started laughing, “Be careful bitch, you don’t want me to cut you with the scissors” as she brought them to the sleeves and began cutting them off Samantha.  Samantha remained still for although she hated being stripped; she wanted to be cut by the scissors even less.  She was already barefoot.  Natalie quickly finished with the one sleeve and started with the second.  Larry put his right foot onto Blake’s chest flattening him and stared like a deer in headlights.  Natalie unbuttoned and unzipped Samantha’s jeans and grabbed them with Samantha’s panties and yanked them down to the duct tape on her shins.  She reached to Larry’s waist and removed one of his pocket knives he always carried.  She bent over, brought the knife in between Samantha’s leg and her last remaining clothes, twisted the sharp edge against the fabric and brought her hand up and down sawing through the fabric. It didn’t take long for the jeans and underwear to collapse to the ground and Natalie repeated the same to the other leg dropping it unceremoniously to the floor rendering Samantha completely naked.  Samantha turned to Larry embarrassed at her exposure and saw him staring intently. She said, “Larry, please, I know you’re a good guy, this isn’t you.  Help me”

                Larry shook his head but his eyes remained transfixed on Samantha.  He said, “Turn about is fair play, you made me strip for you in college, now you’ve stripped for me.”

                “I’m sorry about that, but fine, now we’re even. You made your point, please stop now, you know how crazy Natalie can get.  You know that she’ll turn on you eventually.  I know you’re mad at me but this is too far.  We’re even now.”

                Natalie answered, “Oh, we’re not looking to get even, we’re going to win.”

                Samantha only moved her eyes to Natalie and said, “Larry isn’t an ant, he can think for himself.”

                Larry smiled, Samantha made the mistake of thinking that Larry was like her in that this whole can’t think for yourself thing would work on him.  Larry was a little masochistic and liked being bossed around a little bit.  He bent down and rolled Blake onto his stomach. Natalie walked over to Blake and sat on his back pulling his head up to look at Samantha. Larry walked over to Samantha and kissed her repeatedly on the neck working his way to her cheek and reversing to the other side. He slid his hand around Samantha and placed them on her buttocks pulling her towards him as he thrusted himself against her.  Larry’s hands explored all over Samantha’s naked body liberally. At first Samantha cringed and made disgusted noises before she tried fruitlessly to command Larry to not touch her. 

                Natalie kept Blake’s head staring at Samantha and said, “Whatcha going to do about it?  That’s your girl he’s groping, you going to let him do that, you pathetic pussy?  She kept her left hand on his hair pulling him back as she slapped him with the right hand. She called out to Larry, “Alright, Larry, finish her off. Larry backed off and stripped naked.  He approached Samantha again and said, “Remember that fear of rape you always talk about and pretend it’s a joke?  Well, now it’s going to be real” he said as he thrusted his penis into Samantha’s dry vagina.

                Samantha screamed out in pain as Larry continued to hump her.  The pain was excruciating but Larry was relentless. Samantha at first tried fighting them but tears came streaming down her face.  She had no idea how she let Larry get this mad at her.  He was always such a nice guy and she never dreamed him capable of this.  Larry cut the duct tape off her legs and wrapped her legs around him as he continued to drive her against the pole.  Samantha kept pleading with him to stop and Larry said, “I’ll stop if you make out with me.”

                In the back of Larry’s mind, he thought Samantha would bite his lip but a stiff punch to the stomach and she’d release her grip.  He lowered his mouth to hers and said, “You know I don’t lie, if you make out with me, I will pull out.”

                Samantha wanted anything to make it stop and although she didn’t really believe Larry she kissed him.  They made out and Larry removed himself from her just as he promised.  He cut off the duct tape from her arms and threw the knife across the room.  He grabbed Samantha by the arm and twirled her around wrapping his arms over her biceps curling his arms towards him and grabbed her small biceps with his hands bending her forward.  He humped himself into her butt as Samantha squirmed he smiled and said, “I said, I’d pull out, never that I wouldn’t fuck you in the ass.”

                Samantha screamed even louder now but the houses were too far apart for anyone to hear.  Natalie got up and started kicking Blake excitedly.  Blood oozed out of Samantha’s vagina and buttocks and flowed down her leg and to the ground.  Larry forced her onto her stomach and plunged himself hard into her ten times before climaxing and ejaculating semen into Samantha’s rectum.  Samantha moaned in pain but she was happy it was over.  Larry grabbed the backpack and took out a bottle of tequila, salt, a shot glass and lemon slices. He wrapped his legs around Samantha’s scrawny legs as if she could move if she wanted to.  He licked her left butt cheek, poured salt on it and removed the cap on the tequila bottle. He poured a shot of tequila into the shot glass and placed the shot glass in Samantha’s anus. He inserted a lemon slice in below the shot glass and Samantha screamed out in pain as the lemon juice didn’t react well to the open wounds inside her butt. He licked the salt off her butt cheek, gripped the shot glass in his mouth bent his head back emptying the contents and then grabbed the lemon slice with his mouth.  He poured another shot of tequila and repeated the routine with the right butt cheek.  He turned his body so he was facing her feet and licked the bottom of Samantha’s left foot again pouring and then licking salt off  before taking a shot of tequila and finishing with the lemon slice.  He again repeated it with the bottom of her right foot before standing.  He wedged his foot underneath Samantha’s midsection and turned her over. Again he straddled and sat on her groin facing her feet and took body shots off the tops of her feet before turning around.  This time he placed the shot glass and lemon slice in between her small breasts, and licked the right breast.  He poured salt onto the licked area and licked it off before removing the tequila shot and lemon slice with his mouth.  He shifted to the left breast, setting it up as before and did it one final time.  He hoisted Samantha up and shoved her against the pole again.  She didn’t resist as Natalie placed new duct tape restraining her limbs.  Natalie walked around and faced Samantha and said, “Blake watched you, now you’re going to watch him.”

                Natalie walked over to Blake as Larry turned him onto his back.  Natalie undid his shorts and pulled them off him along with his boxers.  She then removed his socks.  Larry picked up Blake’s upper body and Natalie pulled Blake’s T-shirt over his head.  She straddled Blake facing his head and extended her fingers brandishing her long nails. She dug them on each side of Blake’s face and carved eight lines, four on each side as her thumbs didn’t participate across his cheeks.  She thrashed her hands violently deeply cutting up Blake’s face as Samantha whimpered the words “No” and “Please stop.”

                Larry backed up and walked to the other side of the room for seeing a naked man didn’t appeal to him and the blood streaming down Samantha made her less attractive.  Natalie kicked Blake onto his stomach and turned to Samantha and said, “this is you’re man? He can’t even defend himself against little old me.”

                Natalie reached into her bag and pulled out a strap on dildo.  She put it on and stepped over Blake smiling to Samantha.  Samantha’s eyes widened in fear as Natalie dropped her groin down and propelled the dildo into Blake’s anus. She grabbed a dog collar and a leash from the bag and put the collar around Blake’s neck and clipped the leash in place.  She pulled on the leash as she humped forward slamming the dildo into Blake’s rectum repeatedly.  She called out, “Look Samantha, I’m making your man my bitch.” And chuckled

                Blake was completely humiliated and defenseless.  Blood emulated from his butt and his face was a crimson mask.  Natalie got up and screamed, “Roll over bitch” kicking Blake. To Natalie’s surprise, Blake had just enough strength to obey.  She undid the dildo and picked it up slapping Blake across the face with it twice, once on each side. She sat down onto his groin and drove her fingernails into his chest this time.  Her nails sliced through his skin and made jagged tracks along his midsection.  Natalie kept repositioning her fingers by his shoulders and taking new routes down as Blake moaned in pain.  She kicked him back onto his stomach and cut up his back with her nails rather enjoying the destruction she was causing.  Larry had left the room for he couldn’t watch this. Samantha used the last of his strength to call out and said, “Damnit Larry, somebody has to control this psycho!”

                Natalie got up and smacked Samantha across the face as hard as she could.  The sound reverberated throughout the room before Natalie grabbed the duct tape and approached Blake.  She positioned his arms in against the ground with his head in between them and taped them to the floor with reinforcing strips along the duct tape connecting to the floor.  She did the same with his legs and one over his lower back reinforcing each piece.  Neither Samantha nor Blake had any idea what was coming next.  Natalie went into her bag and took out a lighter, a candle and a small whip.  She placed the candle into Blake’s butt and lit it.  She then got up and gripped the whip in her hand.  She slapped it against Blake’s upper back as the candle burned.  Blake was too restrained to resist.  Natalie took a couple more candles out of her bag and lit them near Blake.  As the melted wax fell, and after each crack of the whip Blake cringed.  Samantha wasn’t even holding back from crying now she said, “Why Natalie?  Why are you doing this?  Because I wouldn’t answer your fucking phone calls?”

                Natalie didn’t answer.  She just whipped away.  Finally she dropped the whip and removed the candle.  She poured the wax onto Blake’s butt hole and he screamed in pain.  Natalie picked up the surrounding candles and one by one poured one onto Blake’s feet and then his hands.  She purposely was going for the parts of the body with the most nerve endings so it would hurt more.  She undid the duct tape knowing Blake was far from being strong enough to fight back.  She knelt down and shoved Blake onto his back.  Due to his state, Blake wasn’t even reacting to blows so turning him over was getting increasingly harder.  Natalie picked up a candle and poured the wax onto Blake’s genitals smirking at Samantha and said, “So sorry Samantha, that may make sex much worse.”

                She again picked up a candle and poured it onto Blake’s face.  Blake obliged and screamed with every pour for he never got used to it reacting the most to his genitals.  Natalie walked over to Blake’s clothes and picked up his boxers.  She put them on Blake and called Larry back in the room.  She said, “Make him worship me.”

                Larry walked over to Blake who still had the collar and leash on.  He pulled the leash up and maneuvered Blake so he was on all fours.  Natalie called out, “Wait”

                She reached into her purse and pulled out lipstick. Larry had Blake on his knees and Natalie put the lipstick against his lips and said, “Now, you’re not just a pussy but a faggot.”

                “Natalie removed her shoes and socks and stood in front of Blake.  Larry lowered Blake’s mouth to Natalie’s feet and she commanded, “Kiss my feet bitch.”

                Blake obliged and Natalie made him do both feet.  Larry jerked the leash back and straightened him up on his knees again for he knew what was next.  Natalie lowered her pants and gave herself a wedgie. Larry drove Blake’s face into Natalie’s left butt cheek and Blake left his lipstick mark.  Natalie had taken pictures of each kiss both during and the lipstick mark after.  Larry and Natalie made Blake kiss her right butt cheek before Larry stood Blake up and wrapped his arms underneath Blake’s interlocking his hands behind the back of Blake’s neck putting him in a full nelson.  Natalie put brass knuckles on both her hands and liberally punched away at Blake’s face.  It didn’t take long for Blake to be knocked unconscious but that didn’t stop Natalie from going to the body before she relented. She panted went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.  Larry let go of Blake and let him collapse to the ground still unconscious.  Natalie drank the glass of water quickly and walked over to Samantha.  Samantha looked at Natalie with hatred in her eyes but Natalie’s cold eyes just darted back.  She said, “Your turn bitch, Larry is the last guy to ever fuck you when you look this good.”

                Natalie extended her fingers and scratched slowly across Samantha’s face.  Samantha’s determined look turned into shock and horror.  Natalie continued to carve up Samantha’s face before she lowered her nails to her breasts and said, “Who would ever sweat these tiny mosquito bites? You’re like a 12-year-old girl” knowing that Samantha hated how young she looked.  Natalie continued, “Don’t worry, after tonight, nobody will ever mistake you for being under 21 again.”

                Natalie lowered her hands to Samantha’s legs and said, “Look at these chicken legs, no wonder you wear pants, they’re fucking pathetic.”

                Blood flowed freely down Samantha’s face.  The nails were cutting deep.  Natalie clenched her fists and smashed the brass knuckles against Samantha’s face repeatedly swelling it.  She dropped her blows to the chest and stomach before landing one last right as hard as she could across the face.  She took off her brass knuckles and cut Samantha loose. Samantha collapsed onto her stomach and Natalie knelt beside her.  She carved the word “Bitch” onto Samantha’s back large enough to spread from her deltoids to her hip.  She photographed the back of Samantha and kicked her onto her back so she could document the damage she caused to the front.  She again knelt next to Samantha and put lipstick on her lips.  She stood up and nodded at Larry.  Larry walked over and put salt underneath Samantha’s nostrils. Her body twitched as she awoke dazed as she didn’t remember where she was.  Reality quickly set and Larry picked Samantha up and supported her on all fours.  Larry lowered Samantha’s face to Natalie’s feet and Natalie commanded her to kiss her feet.  Samantha did as she was told.  Larry positioned her to Natalie’s other foot and then lifted her upper body so she was on her knees.  Natalie prepared herself and Larry shoved Samantha’s face into her left butt cheek.  Again, Natalie photographed the before and after.  Once again, Larry made Samantha kiss the right cheek before Natalie turned around and kneed Samantha in the side of the face before grabbing her hair and snapping the back of her head to the ground rendering her unconscious again.  Natalie and Larry took all the stuff they brought and cleaned the room and the unconscious bodies of Samantha and Blake before exiting the house ensuring to not touch anything with bare hands on the way out.  They drove back to Natalie’s parent’s house and Larry flew back the next day. 

                Nobody knew Larry had come to Florida, including Natalie’s other sister Jackee.  Natalie reached out to her but Jackee was busy running a daycare from her house.  People tried to call Samantha but when she didn’t answer they dismissed it as she never did.  Samantha and Blake had both ended up dying from massive internal bleeding and severe concussions that were left untreated.  Their bodies were discovered over a week after their attack as Samantha’s reputation for never answering her phone or getting back to you led nobody to become suspicious when she didn’t respond.  It wasn’t until a neighbor complained about the stench coming from the house that the bodies were found.  Given the separation of the houses, it took a while for the smell to get that bad to reach a neighbor.  Based on the brutality of the body, the coroners concluded it was a male attacker based on the sexual assault.  Larry and Natalie did a good enough job of cleaning Samantha’s body that none of Larry’s semen was found on or inside of Samantha.  When the autopsy pinpointed the time of death, Natalie’s family did realize that Natalie was in town then.  As they didn’t know Larry accompanied her down there, they never bothered to suspect him.  The authorities chalked it up to someone knocking on the door, Samantha was dumb enough to open the door and a male rapist raped both her and Blake.  It was a strange crime scene because the cuts on the bodies didn’t seem to be from a steel object.  The authorities insisted that it had to be someone the victims knew but focused their search on male associates of Samantha, which were many as most of her friends were male.  Samantha’s family blamed the ex-fiancée as he had threatened Samantha in the past to kill all her pets and burn her house down.  He was questioned extensively but the cops couldn’t get him to confess. Eventually the case went cold and the cops stopped aggressively pursuing it.  Those close to the family always assumed the ex-fiancée did it.  Natalie and Larry remained friends and neither ever told a soul what happened.  Larry kept the photos on his computer even though he knew they incriminated him.  After they did so, Natalie deleted them from her camera.  Since people knew she was in Florida she didn’t keep them on hers but would come over to Larry’s place to look at them.  She was more proud of them than Larry was.  Larry couldn’t believe they had gotten away with it.  He often thought about what would have happened if he didn’t go down.  Would Samantha had gotten over her anger towards him?  He knew that once Samantha was done with someone she rarely changed her mind so seemed to doubt that.  Objectively though, he knew that Samantha didn’t deserve what he did to her.  She just drove him crazy and he didn’t like her power over him.  He knew that without Natalie he never could have killed her.  What was done was done though; there was nothing he could do about it.  She died in her sleep, which most people would like.  At least, that’s how he justified it to himself.  Natalie felt absolutely no remorse for what she had done.  She went through the wake and the funeral and played the bereaved sister.  They buried her in Florida since she disliked New York in life.  Larry came down for it as he felt it would look weird if he didn’t.  It was easier than he thought it would be because it was a closed casket.  He consoled the family but got nervous when he noticed Natalie didn’t shed a tear.  Nobody thought it out of the ordinary though.  They all knew how cold-hearted Natalie was.  If only they had known the extent, then perhaps they would have taken a closer look at her as the suspect.  As it stood though, nobody believed a woman had done it given the sexual assault of the victims.  When the funeral was over, Natalie returned to New York.  She still hung out with her husband and when she grew tired of New York, she flew to Florida to visit her surviving sister.  Her life remained unchanged for she always viewed death as a part of life and never understood why people mourn loss; even when it’s the loss of your sister.