Veronica let out a long, low sob as she felt the agony of her missing limbs. Then she lifted her head, looking down the length of her stripped body to see Caroline continuing to finger fuck her with her own pilfered arm. Veronica’s eyes shot wide and she screamed, more from terror and madness than pain. The pleasurable sensations of her forced orgasm still lingered and as terrible as that would have been regardless, the knowledge of how Caroline had gotten her off only made it so much worse.
“Hey there, sleepy head,” Caroline said cheerily. She yanked Veronica’s arm back, letting her limp fingers slip free of her slick hole. Veronica’s pussy twitched with unwanted post-orgasmic joy. Lifting the arm up, Caroline sucked the juices from Veronica’s fingers. She let out a soft moan of satisfaction as she savored the taste.
Unclothed, unarmed – literally, and still filled with shame at her body’s betrayal, Veronica somehow found a way to push it all aside and take advantage of Caroline’s distraction. Bringing both legs up to her chest, Veronica kicked out. Caroline released a surprised yell as Veronica’s bare feet connected solidly with her chest and sent her sprawling onto her back.
Adrenaline rushing through her, Veronica rolled over onto her knees and pushed herself up. She didn’t know how she managed to get to her feet without any arms to balance herself and she didn’t care. Spinning around, she ran to Caroline, who’d managed to roll onto her side. “Crazy, fucking bitch!” she screamed, trying to kick in Caroline’s head.
Bringing her arms up to cover her face, Caroline let out a surprised laugh. She hadn’t expected such fight out of Veronica, especially with her arms chopped off. I like this bitch, she thought, trying to snag one of Veronica’s feet to yank her off balance. Veronica avoided her clutching hand and took advantage of the gap in Caroline’s defenses. The sadist’s head snapped back as Veronica’s foot connected solidly with her nose. Blood squirted from her nostrils as the bone crunched sideways.
Momentarily stunned, Caroline rolled onto her back. Lifting her foot, Veronica stomped down onto Caroline’s stomach. Caroline coughed out a spray of blood. A wild grin formed on Veronica’s face as she saw the fight leaning in her favor. “I’ll teach you to fuck with the Brotherhood,” she snarled, wild rage in her bulging eyes. She kept kicking, bruising her foot against Caroline’s side but managing to crack a few of the woman’s ribs.
Caroline was no longer amused by Veronica’s feistiness. She reached out for a weapon. Her knife or her axe or a big rock to bash in the cunt’s face. Instead, her hand fell across something cool and fleshy. Caroline couldn’t help smirking as she gripped Veronica’s severed arm. Rising into a sitting position, she swung the limb. The back of Veronica’s hand struck the scribe across the face, sending her stumbling to the side. With no arms to balance herself, Veronica dropped down to her knees.
Caroline sprang to her feet and charged Veronica, letting out a bellow of rage as she swung the severed arm again. The second blow split Veronica’s lip and knocked her to her back. Caroline continued to scream, beating at Veronica’s face with the woman’s own severed arm. By the time she finished, Veronica’s face was bloody and bruised. One eye was stained a blood red.
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Date: 2012-06-20 08:31 am (UTC)“Hey there, sleepy head,” Caroline said cheerily. She yanked Veronica’s arm back, letting her limp fingers slip free of her slick hole. Veronica’s pussy twitched with unwanted post-orgasmic joy. Lifting the arm up, Caroline sucked the juices from Veronica’s fingers. She let out a soft moan of satisfaction as she savored the taste.
Unclothed, unarmed – literally, and still filled with shame at her body’s betrayal, Veronica somehow found a way to push it all aside and take advantage of Caroline’s distraction. Bringing both legs up to her chest, Veronica kicked out. Caroline released a surprised yell as Veronica’s bare feet connected solidly with her chest and sent her sprawling onto her back.
Adrenaline rushing through her, Veronica rolled over onto her knees and pushed herself up. She didn’t know how she managed to get to her feet without any arms to balance herself and she didn’t care. Spinning around, she ran to Caroline, who’d managed to roll onto her side. “Crazy, fucking bitch!” she screamed, trying to kick in Caroline’s head.
Bringing her arms up to cover her face, Caroline let out a surprised laugh. She hadn’t expected such fight out of Veronica, especially with her arms chopped off. I like this bitch, she thought, trying to snag one of Veronica’s feet to yank her off balance. Veronica avoided her clutching hand and took advantage of the gap in Caroline’s defenses. The sadist’s head snapped back as Veronica’s foot connected solidly with her nose. Blood squirted from her nostrils as the bone crunched sideways.
Momentarily stunned, Caroline rolled onto her back. Lifting her foot, Veronica stomped down onto Caroline’s stomach. Caroline coughed out a spray of blood. A wild grin formed on Veronica’s face as she saw the fight leaning in her favor. “I’ll teach you to fuck with the Brotherhood,” she snarled, wild rage in her bulging eyes. She kept kicking, bruising her foot against Caroline’s side but managing to crack a few of the woman’s ribs.
Caroline was no longer amused by Veronica’s feistiness. She reached out for a weapon. Her knife or her axe or a big rock to bash in the cunt’s face. Instead, her hand fell across something cool and fleshy. Caroline couldn’t help smirking as she gripped Veronica’s severed arm. Rising into a sitting position, she swung the limb. The back of Veronica’s hand struck the scribe across the face, sending her stumbling to the side. With no arms to balance herself, Veronica dropped down to her knees.
Caroline sprang to her feet and charged Veronica, letting out a bellow of rage as she swung the severed arm again. The second blow split Veronica’s lip and knocked her to her back. Caroline continued to scream, beating at Veronica’s face with the woman’s own severed arm. By the time she finished, Veronica’s face was bloody and bruised. One eye was stained a blood red.