Red Orchids Ch. 05

"Oh fuck yes," Ellen wheezed as she clasped her tits and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his tongue as she neared her climax. Her juices were running down his chin and neck as he nibbled on her.

Suddenly, she cried out and pushed her pussy hard against Henry's face. Her arms flew back and hit the wall as she supported herself from falling over. "OHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and unleashed a flood of her sweet nectar. It splashed his face and he hurried to lap it up as she bucked against him, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations.

"Oh baby, yes," she moaned and ran her hands through her hair, "Just like that."

Henry smiled and stood up, his cock pointing out and away from his body at her like some phallic indicator of what he desired the most. They stood there in front of each other for a moment, catching their breath.

"You know," She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing hard meat of his cock, "We're not done yet."

"I know," Henry said as he put his hand around hers and helped her stroke his cock. They looked at each other, minds racing as they stroked his shaft, her tits swaying and bouncing with her movements, still shiny from his semen.

"We should really fuck each other," Ellen looked down at his cock, swollen and protruding from their combined grip.

Henry shivered

"Got any condoms?" she asked.

Ellen squeezed the head of his cock a little as Henry replied, "No, I don't."

"That's not good," she said as her heart sank.

"I had a vasectomy."

"Oh thank God," she said and blew a sigh of relief.

Henry laughed. He actually felt good. The intrusive thought of Mark being tortured downstairs nagged at him, but Henry sedated himself by remembering the Hell Mark had put him through over the years and the fact that had he not been stopped, he would have killed not only him but Ellen as well.

Ellen closed her eyes, her face beaming with contentment, "You make me so happy..."

"The feeling is mutual," Henry said and knelt in front of her as he groped her breasts again. Henry squeezed and kneaded her twin globes as he sucked on her nipples. She groaned and felt herself getting wet again. He worked on her breasts and slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy with the butt of his palm until her juices were flowing again.

"But before we do," Ellen said gently as she looked down at his cock, "I want to suck on you again."

"Seriously?" Henry smiled.

"I love foreplay, Henry," she said and knelt down in front of him.

"You'll be the death of me," Henry nodded.

"Give me your dick, Henry," she said as he stood up and pushed his thick cock into her mouth again.

Henry groaned a deep guttural approval and ran his hands through her thick blonde hair as she sucked him off for the third time that night. Henry spread his legs a little and braced himself against the bed as she presented her mouth to him. Henry's hips humped back and forth as he fucked her oral cavity. Ellen reached around behind him and grabbed his ass with her hands in a tight grip. Her finger suddenly slipped into his asshole and began rubbing his prostate. Henry gasped as she fingered his ass, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic. Her hair and tits were bouncing from his rapid and fierce motions.

"Oh God, Ellen..." He managed as she stimulated him, her finger deep inside his ass and not giving him a moment to slow down, even for air. She moaned in delight, thoroughly happy that she had Henry out of control as his cock popped out of her mouth and she began jacking him off. She aimed his head right into her face as her hands worked for the orgasm. Henry groaned as he felt the heat explode in his balls and he knew it would be happening at any moment. He tensed, every muscle going tight and rigid as the orgasm rocked his entire body.

Ellen looked up to him as his cock swelled and spurted a long sticky stream of semen over her nose and forehead. She smiled, her tongue out in a lapping motion as another big spurt of cum squirted out and splattered over her lips and chin. She closed her eyes and as more cum gushed onto her face. Henry grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face to his. Ellen massaged his ass and moaned as he vigorously pumped his aching cock with one hand and splattered her mouth, nose and chin with all the cream he had inside his sack. Ellen ran her fingers through the coating of semen and smiled at him, "You like that?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she said, looking down to watch some of semen drip onto her breasts.

"Me too, Ellen. Me too."

***

Mark felt oddly relaxed as whatever was in the syringe spread through his body. He didn't feel drugged, but rather simply indifferent to everything around him. Shannon was busily talking to Marlene and touching his body, explaining the finer methods of murder no doubt. Their voices were muted and far away. Mark felt his mind racing and screaming for help, but his body would not respond. He felt retarded, slowed down to a quarter of his speed and strength.

And then he began to be able to hear again, slowly at first.

"... so, when it comes off be ready for the blood," Shannon said.

"All right," Marlene nodded.

Mark looked down and saw Marlene raise the other knife into the air. She examined the blade and appraised it as she noticed Mark staring at her. Both women were still naked and still looking impossibly beautiful as Mark regained his senses. He tried to say something but found his voice was non-existent. In fact, his entire throat felt heavy and sore as he tried to make noise again.

"I injected a small amount of Novocain into your larynx, Mark," Shannon said, "You can't talk now, but we'll leave the panties in regardless. We wouldn't want to get bit would we?"

Mark worked his jaw uselessly.

"Okay sweetie," Shannon breathed, "Just go easily."

Mark strained to look and saw Marlene lower the blade to his till erect penis. Marlene pulled back his long shaft until it was sticking straight up in the air. He saw the bubble of precum was still there on his head, but it had begun running down his shaft in a wet trail. The veins bulged out and throbbed as she gripped her left hand over his head and the top half of his shaft. With her right hand, she pressed the razor sharp edge of the blade against the thin flesh of his shaft.

Mark looked frantically to Shannon and tried to move, but found his arms and legs weren't working either. He fought to make them move, he commanded them to move and even begged the muscles to work but to no avail. Shannon touched his forehead, "We've also numbed your arms and legs. We can't have you kicking and screaming, Mark."

"Don't worry Mark," Marlene winked as the full impact of what they meant to do hit him like a speeding freight train, "We're professionals."

There was a white hot flash of pain and Mark passed out.

***

Henry and Ellen laid on the bed for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other as his cum lubed up their bodies in a sticky mess. Henry supposed it wasn't very sanitary, but he couldn't deny it was a turn-on as he felt hot slick wetness between their bodies. He kissed Ellen deeply and reached down to feel her cunt. She was wet and ready for him. She opened her legs and let him play with her swollen clit as he licked her massive breasts. Ellen finally rolled over and got on all fours, her ass out in the air for the taking.

Henry positioned himself behind her and brought his cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, he inched forward and slipped his head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught Ellen off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as his cock sank into her cunt. He began thrusting, back and forth, increasing his speed and power as he went. Henry's balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her relentlessly.

"Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of his hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes..."

Henry pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. He gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. Henry's cock was slick with her nectar as he spread her ass cheeks. Ellen looked back over her shoulder at him as he pushed his slick cock over her ass, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little hole, leaving a sticky trail behind.

"Do it," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back to him. Henry took his cock in his hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied himself. He pushed the head of his cock against her tight little asshole, stretching it out as his girth passed into her. She flinched and her head snapped back as she gasped.

Henry held onto her shapely hips and forced his cock into her depths. Ellen cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as he slid his dick into her ass. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as he rocked her. Henry could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the cum out of his body before he was ready. Ellen arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment.

"Let me ride you," she ordered. Henry flipped over on his back and she straddled him, lifting one leg over and giving him a generous view of her under carriage. Her backside was facing him as she settled in over his shaft, her ass poised.

Henry could only try and keep his breathing under control, trying to not blow his wad too early.

She grasped his cock and slid the head across her dripping cunt, lubing him up for entry. She then brought it to her ass and eased herself down on his pole. Henry's cock squeezed past the tight, rubbery opening once more. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around his shaft, turning her head to one side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as his dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. Finally, his cock was submerged in her body and she began to ride him, her pace already fast and frenzied.

"Oh yes... yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode his cock.

Henry grunted as she hammered herself.

Ellen moaned, unabashedly in the throes of ecstasy.

"Ellen," Henry growled and grasped her hips tightly.

"Fuck my ass," Ellen cried out, ramming down hard on Henry as she fingered her clit.

She picked up the pace and began moaning so loud Henry knew that Mark was bound to hear them downstairs, if he was even still alive. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back violently. Ellen uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on his cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around his dick that his field of vision exploded with stars as he ejaculated inside her ass.

Ellen was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as Henry unloaded his semen, his cock jerking and pumping. Finally, as Henry's vision swam in and out of clarity and as his cock slowly deflated, they decoupled and collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap. He slid his arms around her and rested his face between her tits as she ran her hands through his hair.

"You okay?" Henry asked.

"Don't talk, Henry," she whispered and then added, "Just be with me."

Henry nodded and they lay there for a while. Through the door, they could hear the sounds of voices talking low in the living room. They both chose not to think of what was happening down there. As far as Henry could take his thoughts into his love for Ellen, he could not escape his fear of the murder taking place downstairs. He whispered, "Are you scared?"

Ellen breathed and said, "Yes I am."

"Me too," Henry said. It wasn't just the murder. It was being with Ellen too. He had never felt so rich and fortunate, and he had never felt so close to losing it all.

***

Mark's eyes opened slowly and the first thing his brain registered was the searing pain from his groin. His midsection ached with overwhelming waves of pain that exploded from his crotch and arced up his body and down his legs. The pain stopped mid thigh because his limbs were numbed and effectively unable to feel anything except a disorientating phantom sensation of floating. But the pain ripping through his stomach and chest were agonizing as he silently screamed against his wife's panties.

Mark looked down, his head spinning and rocking as his worst nightmares came true. Where his penis once had been there was nothing but a flat expanse of raw red meat. Mark could hear his blood pumping in his ears as he realized Shannon and Marlene had removed not only his penis but his balls as well, scrotum and all. His crotch flamed with searing discomfort as he cried out into his gag.

Shannon, who was busy with something just out of his sight, noticed he had waked up and said, "Oh good, you're awake."

Marlene turned, still on his right side and faced him. Blood was spattered all over her bare tits and stomach. Crimson droplets dotted her face as she regarded him coldly. In her hand was the knife. It was coated with his blood and oddly surreal to him as he began to drift in and out of consciousness. He crazily noticed the blood in Marlene's hair as she leaned in and looked at him.

"He's a tough one," Marlene commented, sounding rather unimpressed.

"Most guys lose it when their cock and balls come off," Shannon said offhandedly, "But sometimes they're alive for the finale."

"How often?" Marlene asked as she sat the knife down.

"Oh," Shannon squinted as she thought about it for a minute, "Maybe one out of five?"

"Wow," Marlene said. Mark couldn't believe they were talking so casually about the act of castration. It was like listening to two women talking about washing dishes or doing their nails. It was all so relaxed and casual that Mark began to believe he was in a nightmare. He wanted desperately to believe it was, but the reality of agony wouldn't allow for an easy escape. In fact, he would have believed that wholeheartedly had it not been for the excruciating pain radiating from the bloody stump between his legs.

"Mark," Shannon said, "Can you hear me?"

Mark blinked his eyes. It was all he could do.

"Okay," she said, "We just cut off your penis and your testicles. You lost those because you're probably the most adulterous asshole we've ever seen outside of my ex husband. In the old days, castration wasn't all that uncommon believe it or not. I suppose when people burned suspected witches at the stake for simply having healthy cattle when others did not you could justify anything. But I do believe that old time methods of punishing adultery are tried and true. While some people believed in a tattoo or red cloth to signify adulterers, some people took to more extreme methods. When the men of small village or town saw another man lose his wedding tackle, it served as a warning to be faithful. You're that warning now, Mark."

Mark thought that might be the end of it as Shannon fell quiet and resumed her work. If they let him live, he might even be able to recover. And if he could just find his penis and balls before it was too late...

"I'll bet you're wondering why we framed you," Shannon said quietly as she held up an opaque plastic container, the kind Ellen used to put leftovers in. Something large, fleshy and bloody was inside, sliding around as she shook the Tupperware container. Mark didn't need to ask what was inside. Shannon continued as she handed the container to Marlene, "Why frame a man you only intend to kill? Why go through all this if we're only going to kill you?"

Mark shed more tears, but not out of sadness or desperation. He was angry.

"It buys us more time to escape," Shannon explained as she held up her knife again, "While the cops try to figure out why you did it, we make our getaway. All of this, Mark, is really only the icing on the cake."

"You see," Marlene piped in, "If you were going to commit the murders, you were going to need a partner."

Mark realized that not only were they going to kill him, but they were going to kill Ellen and Henry too.

"If Henry had been helping you," Shannon thought out loud, "You could have easily killed both Alicia and Emma. The evidence will see to that. But say you wanted to kill Ellen too? And let's just say that Henry loved Ellen, which let's be honest we all know he does, and he decided he couldn't let you do that..."

"... But you kill Ellen before Henry can stop you. Henry turns on you and shoots you twice in the arms to take you down," Marlene said as she motioned at his gunshot wounds, "And then he gets medieval on your sorry ass. He tortures you and then kills you, but not before he leaves a tragic suicide note..."

"... And Henry shoots himself in the head and dies on Ellen's bed," Shannon finished, "Rather poetic don't you think?"

Mark closed his eyes.

"The bullets they find here will be from Henry's gun," Marlene said and then held up her small silver plated gun, "And the bullets the police find in Ellen's body will match up to this handy little pistol here... a pistol that will have your prints all over it."

"We have handy-dandy glue on our fingers, so if you're thinking we left prints anywhere you'd be wrong," Shannon smiled and wiggled her fingers at Mark.

"And," Marlene said, "With this huge murder investigation weighing on everyone's mind, we will get what we ultimately came for. Maddie will go with us."

Mark froze, the pain in his body suddenly forgotten.

"She deserves to be brought up in a real family," Shannon told Mark, "She's deserves to have parents who are dedicated and honorable. She needs a code of ethics that will allow her to survive in this world and not fall victim to men like you."

Mark glared at her, his eyes filled with questions and pleas.

As though she had been reading his mind, Shannon added, "You're wondering how we'll just sneak away with Maddie? Fact is, during this ordeal Ellen hid Maddie in the tool shed to get her away from you. Unfortunately, you were keeping a large supply of chlorine and gasoline in there Mark. A bad combination when it comes to breathing and also for when someone accidentally makes a spark."

Mark tried to free himself again. Marlene laughed.

Shannon said, "I've also taken the liberty of coating the shed with kerosene, just to make sure we're cooking at the right temperature. A fire burning that hot won't leave much behind in the way of evidence. They'll find some of her hair in there, but that's about it."

"Any more questions?" Marlene asked sarcastically.

He summoned all his strength to try and make noise, but to no avail.

"Speak up now..."

Mark made one last futile effort to speak but couldn't.

Shannon raised the dagger high into the air and then dramatically stabbed it down into his neck. Mark gurgled and blood soaked the panties in his mouth as he bled to death. Shannon twisted the knife and began cutting. Mark only remained in this world for a few more seconds as his head began to sever from his body. In this brief eternity he found himself thinking a lot more about his life than he ever had before. He thought about how sorry he was for what he had done. He thought about the fact that while he was surprised at how devious these two were, he wasn't all that upset that Henry and Ellen would die along with him. Based on the orgasmic screams from upstairs, they deserved to die along with him.

Finally, with a sudden pang of doubt Mark wondered if he would burn in Hell for what he had done.