Heather Brown - The rape girls

From beneath the shimmying mountain of flab that was the mayor, Jennifer felt less pressure on her body. The pole on which she was impaled slowly worked loose from her pussy, her cunt relaxing and contracting as the mayor was pulled off.

With a final burst of effort, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda got Mayor Staley totally clear of Jennifer. He staggered backward, reeling under his own weight. Jennifer heard a hollow popping sound and looked between her legs. She saw the monstrous head of the dildo pulling tautly out of her pussy, the lips of her cunt snapping back into place as the extraction was finally and violently completed.

The mayor was feeling faint, no longer in control of his massive body. The waning grip of his three assailants was the only thing keeping him upright as he swayed precariously. He felt nauseous and the room swam before him, dizziness distorting his consciousness. Then, when they let go of him, he rocked back and forth several times, until his sense of balance was completely lost and he fell crashing to the floor, blood filling his mouth as his dentures crashed against his gums.

"Now what?" Jennifer asked the others, collecting herself on the sofa and pulling the hem of her pinafore back down over her cunt.

"You just watch, sweetie," Kitty said, "we're gonna give you a treat."

"How?"

"You'll see," Kimberly said. "We're going to give his honor here as good as he gave. Better, in fact. He likes pussy so much, well, we're going to give him more than he can handle." Jennifer watched in astonishment as the three of them quickly removed their clothing and hovered stark naked over the fallen mayor, contemplating him like jackals over a carcass.

The mayor recovered his wits enough to look up and blubber, "Oh, my God, what are you going to do to me?"

"What else? Rape the living shit out of you," Kimberly sneered coldly. Without warning, she straddled his twitching face and quickly lowered herself onto his terrified face, mashing her pussy directly over his nose and mouth.

"Good God!" Jennifer said. "He won't be able to breathe."

"You better believe it," Kimberly said, grinding her hairy crotch into his face as hard as she could. "It's known as too much of a good thing."

In the meantime, Kitty had reached down and removed the enormous dildo from the mayor and strapped it around her own trim black waist. The looming pink monster protruded menacingly from the dark knotted curls of her crotch, the metal knobs appearing even more terrifying. She lost no time grabbing the shaft of the horrible lance and peering between the mayor's obese thighs. She plunged it on a downward angle so it pierced the opening where his stumpy legs connected, fucking into the pulpy red mass that was his asshole.

Even with Kimberly's cunt in his face the mayor's blood-curdling scream tilled the room as Kitty shoved the spear to the hilt in his ruined asshole. She sneered at him. "What's the matter, Mayor motherfucker, two cunts too much for you? Maybe you'd like to try three."

Gilda took Kitty's words as a cue and twisted her lithe naked body down alongside the mayor on the floor. Even Jennifer couldn't believe it as the innocent-looking Gilda actually took the mayor's pathetic-looking cock and balls into her mouth all in one gulp. She saw Gilda chomp her jaws down as hard as she could, grinding her teeth on the mayor's genitals.

This time the mayor's scream was so intense that the force of it seemed to shoot up Kimberly's cunt as his mouth met her pussy lips. The scream stiffened her spine and jogged her as if she were riding an unruly home.

Then suddenly, there were no more sounds, and no more struggling. The mayor lay still like a beached whale. Kimberly climbed off his face and motioned Gilda away from his bloody crotch. Kitty undid the elastic of the dildo, leaving it sticking like a sword in the mayor's ass.

"Is he all right?" Jennifer asked from the sofa. The mayor summoned all of the energy he had left for one enormous spasm, and then lay stone still, only the big toe of his left foot twitching.

Kimberly took his pulse and calmly said: "The patient just died of a heart attack, a massive coronary."

The four of them mutely watched the former mayor's face turn blue.

"Did you see the papers?" Jennifer asked Kimberly, walking in from the kitchen holding two cups of coffee.

Kimberly sat up in bed and yawned. Bleary eyed, she looked at the pages of the morning paper strewn all over the bed where Jennifer had been reading them. Jennifer had moved in with Kimberly right after the confrontation with the mayor.

"No, I haven't read them yet, I just woke up when you came into the room," Kimberly said. "What's going on in the world, anyway?"

Jennifer handed Kimberly a cup of coffee and said, "The mayor's on the front page again today."

"Really?" Kimberly said, her eyebrows rising as she sat up further in bed, exposing her breasts fully.

Jennifer couldn't resist looking at Kimberly's tits, centering her gaze on the pinkish-brown nipples and feeling a twinge of excitement between her legs. Living with another woman had continued her education as a woman, and several times a day Jennifer experienced intimate glimpses of Kimberly that enhanced her appreciation of what it meant to be a female.

"Yes," Jennifer said, shifting her gaze from Kimberly's tits to the front page of the paper. She picked it up and showed it to her friend. "It looks like we're home free. They're saying he just died of a heart attack, plain and simple. There's still been no mention of any of the rest of it."

"I'd be floored if there was," Kimberly said dryly.

"Why? Think what a story the truth would be," Jennifer said, sitting on the edge of the bed, purposely positioning herself so Kimberly could have a full view of her breasts.

"What a story that would be is precisely why nobody's ever going to read anything about it," Kimberly said. "The people who run this city are never going to let a story like that get out. After all, every city politician with a pot to piss in was tied in with Staley's administration. How would it look if the public found out their fallen leader was found with a ten-inch dildo sticking out of his ass and teeth marks on his cock?"

"Oh, God, how I wish we could get them all… all those rotten politicians…" Jennifer said, absent-mindedly running her hand over the mound of flesh above her hairless pussy.

"So would I," Kimberly said, taking the paper from Jennifer with one hand while dropping the other to her thighs. "But we've got to remember that men are our first enemy, not just politicians. And we've got to be thinking about what we're going to do next. The case of the mayor is closed – look, the coroner says they aren't even going to do an autopsy. You know what that means?"

"What?"

"It means we got away with it, home free," Kimberly said, squeezing Jennifer's thigh.

Jennifer rolled backward and moved her leg just enough so that Kimberly's hand shifted to her cunt. She liked the sensation of her friend's hand between her legs caressing her warm pussy. She also liked the feel of her own hand on Kimberly's smooth, flawless skin. She casually threw her arm around Kimberly's shoulders, moving closer to her, her fingertips teasing her friend's beautiful tits. Feeling secure, Jennifer asked Kimberly, "What's next?"

"I suspect our next victim is right in here," Kimberly said, tapping her fingernail against the newspaper.

"Really?" Jennifer said.

"Yes. Newspapers are our best bet. They report the news as seen by a bunch of men, usually about a bunch of men."

"Kimberly…" Jennifer said hesitantly in a small voice, dropping her hand further down on Kimberly's breast so that her fingers brushed against the nipple.

"Yes," Kimberly said. "What's wrong?"