Tales From Heather Cottage (Girl on Girl, Snuff) by Repentant Lurker

The first thing I wrote under this nom de plume. The title is crap, I still quite like the rest of the story though.

[b:1993iqkk]Tales From Heather Cottage[/b:1993iqkk]

The TT convertible sped along the county roads dancing through the bends. The delicate hands of the driver skilfully flicked through the gears as she accelerated, her dark brown hair fluttering behind her. Sarah Hardcastle loved her drive home from work. She avoided the City traffic by getting out of town on the rail-link to Potters Bar where she parked up in the morning. From there she would jump into her car and get off the beaten track as soon as possible gunning her lithe little motor up through the byways of Hertfordshire. The exhilarating drive blew away the cobwebs of a hard day at the office, giving her something to focus on so she could clear work from her head, helping her relax for the evening.

As she neared home she casually swung her Audi off the lane and into her driveway. Gravel crunched underneath the roadster’s wheels as it ambled up to the house, scrunching to a stop by the side of the porch. The door opened and Sarah gracefully swung her long slender legs out of the car. She stood up slowly and leaned back slightly stretching, then reflexively smoothed the hem of her skirt against the backs of her thighs. Flicking the car door shut behind her she made her way into the porch, hips swinging, balancing perfectly on her stilettos despite the gravel underfoot.

Sarah’s home was a small one storey ex-game keeper’s cottage on the grounds of an old Georgian estate. Her nearest neighbours were at the old estate workers cottages over half a mile away making her home a perfect retreat from the hustle of the city and her high pressure job as a divorce lawyer. She adored living here, having painstakingly renovated the cottage before moving in. All the quality period features had been lovingly restored and blended stylishly with high end modern fixtures and furnishing.

Sarah threw off her heels and padded her way to her bedroom. It had been a particularly sunny day, the train had been crammed and she felt desperately in need of a shower. Before undressing she caught her reflection in the mirror. She smiled appreciatively, even after a long hot day and a thirty minute drive in the wind she still looked dammed good if she did say so herself. Her shoulder-length hair still looked pretty straight despite the abuse of the drive. It framed her Mediterranean features beautifully. Her Saville Row tailor was bloody expensive but worth every penny. She was dressed in a midnight blue business suit. The jacket was cut to accentuate her hourglass figure, as did her blouse, the buttons were hidden within the seam and it appeared to miraculously open up half way down the deep valley of her breasts. Her tight skirt hugged her thighs ending just above her knees. A six inch slash in the right side drew the eye alluringly up her delicious stocking clad legs. Sarah slipped the jacket off her shoulders and slung it onto her dressing table chair. The blouse soon followed, revealing a low cut black lace bra that pushed her breasts together wonderfully creating an ample cleavage that any Victoria’s Secret model would be proud of. Unzipping her skirt Sarah let it fall to the floor. She stepped over to her bed and sat down to peel her hold up stockings from her well toned legs. Stealing another glance at the mirror she unhooked her bra and admired her high firm breasts. She was just shy of thirty but thankfully her chocolate coloured nipples were still resolutely directed skyward. Shaking herself out of her reverie Sarah stood up, slipped off her dinky little lace knickers and made her way to her en-suite. As she relaxed in the shower letting the warm water flow over her curves, washing away the aches of the day, Sarah couldn’t help thinking about the case being heard tomorrow. It was an unusual one for sure. Sarah was representing the husband, a Mr Jessop. He was a player in the City with a sideline in property development worth several million. He had caught his wife playing tie me up games with one of her tennis club girlfriends, quite a tasty piece given the pictures that Sarah had seen. Despite an apparent invitation to join in, Hubby had stormed out and rung Sarah’s firm the next day. As soon as she heard she was being divorced the wife has gone all bunny boiler. She’d poured paint stripper on his Bentley (as far as Sarah was a concerned far more important grounds for divorce than a bit of wholesome carpet munching), trashed his wardrobe, harassed his office and finally (and this was a classic) had managed to get hold of the keys to three of his recently developed £500,000 apartments and taken them round to a homeless shelter, another member of her firm was still working to get the squatters evicted.

Sarah couldn’t help wishing it had been the wife that had signed her up. Having met her during negotiations Sarah had been impressed. For starters Christine Jessop, Chrissie as her husband called her, was drop-dead gorgeous. A closet bisexual, Sarah had had to concentrate dammed hard to keep her eyes from wandering during the meeting. She was sure that the soon to be Ms Jessop had noticed too, either that or she just found it amusing to flirt with her husbands solicitor. What Sarah found most intriguing was the fact that despite the fact that due to her earlier actions she clearly wasn’t going to get more than a pittance in the divorce settlement the woman seemed to be taking everything in her stride. She seemed full of some inner calm; refusing to compromise or take any sort of settlement. It seemed she wanted her day in court, she was still holding out for half her husband’s assets.

Sarah could visualise her now, sitting across the table from her, a confident playful smile dancing on her lips, a mischievous glint in her eye. Sarah hardly ever took her work home with her but this one had sneaked through. As she pictured the voluptuous temptress in her mind Sarah absent mindedly massaged herself, leaning back against the wall of the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of the water flowing over her, moving her hand between her thighs….

Outside it was twilight. A dark figure scampered across the Garden coming from the woodland at the back of the cottage. It crept up to the bedroom window carefully keeping out of view. Kneeling by the side of the window the figure removed a motorcycle helmet to reveal a shock of long tousled blond curls.

Christine Jessop shook the hair out of her eyes and ran her gloved hands through it pushing it behind her shoulders. She was clad in a skin-tight black leather one-piece biker’s suit. Around her neck was a black silk scarf. She undid a good few inches of the leathers’ zipper, enjoying the relief of compression round her breasts. Gingerly she peeked through the window. Secure in the knowledge it was empty she shrugged a small rucksack from her back and dipped into it, taking out a Swiss army knife. Gently, she slipped the blade under the catch of the delightfully insecure Georgian sash window. Having broken in the same way two days ago, she knew the window ran freely. Carefully she raised it up and inch or so. She could hear the noise of the shower coming from the bathroom. Safe in the knowledge that unless someone else was trespassing in Miss Hardcastle’s garden no one was likely to see anything she left outside Chrissie leant against the wall of the cottage and took of her heavy motor cycle boots, leaving them beside the helmet. Wary of the polished wooden floor in the bedroom she slipped her off socks too.

Having cased the cottage when she was here previously Chrissie knew there was no view from where the shower was into the bedroom. She quietly raised the window another foot and slipped inside. After lowering the window back in place Chrissie dipped back into the rucksack. She pulled out a silver 9mm Beretta. Placing the bag on the floor behind the bed, out of site of the bathroom door she made her way silently across the room, positioning herself out of sight in the corner. Concentrating on keeping her breathing slow and silent Chrissie waited patiently…..

Thoroughly refreshed, Sarah turned the shower off. Stepping out, she took one of the fluffy white towels from the rail and buried her head in it. After wringing out her hair she wrapped herself in a second towel and went into the bedroom. She walked over to her dresser and took out a comfy pair of joggers and a nice big t-shirt to slip into.

“Drop the clothes and the towel Bitch!” Startled, Sarah reflexively spun round gasping, clutching the small bundle of clothes to her chest. “I said, Drop the clothes and the towel…Bitch!” Chrissie repeated firmly, another one of those playful smiles growing as she spoke. “What…why….what do you want” Sarah asked her voice faltering. She recognised the Jessop woman instantly. This time though her eyes weren’t drawn to her cleavage, they were glued firmly on the gun pointed straight at her. “For an expensive lawyer you have an incredibly poor grasp of the English language” Chrissie mocked, her smile widening “For the last time… I want you… To drop the clothes and the towel… Bitch!”

This time the message got through. Sarah let the clothes fall to the floor and gingerly started toying with the knot in the towel, her eyes searching out Chrissie’s pleadingly. Chrissie nodded firmly towards the towel briefly pointing the Beretta towards the floor. Sarah took this as her final Warning. Flushing as much with embarrassment as fear she pulled the knot apart and let the towel drop, covering her breasts with her arms. “Arms by your sides I think.” Chrissie ordered, motioning them apart with the gun. This time Sarah obeyed straight away, clear about the rules of the game.

Chrissie deliberately let her eyes rove up and down Sarah’s body. She licked her lips salaciously. “Very nice! Very nice indeed!” Chrissie commented approvingly. “But as you’re no doubt well aware, I like my ladies all tied up.” Using her free hand Chrissie pulled the scarf from around her neck. Keeping the gun firmly levelled at Sarah she walked over to the bed and gently laid the scarf upon it. Stepping away again she motioned Sarah towards it.

“Now” She said “I want you to go and sit on the bed and tie your hands together in front of you. You’ll probably need to use your teeth. Make sure you leave some material free at each end and do a good job. If you don’t I’ll have to punish you!” She said pouting. Her voice was stern but her eyes were smiling. Meekly Sarah walked to the bed and sat down. She picked up the scarf and after a few minutes of fumbling she managed to do a fairly good job of securing her hands. “Very good.” Chrissie congratulated “Now lie down on your back with your hands above your head against the headboard.” Sarah obliged. She could see where Chrissie was going. Her bed was made of oak. The headboard was topped with a wide arch supported by vertical struts just under an inch thick. “Good girl. Now this is where you’re going to have to behave.” Chrissie explained “I’m going to need both hands to tie you to the bed. Obviously that means I’ll have to put this little thing down” she said wiggling the gun “which puts me at slightly less of an advantage. However, your hands are tied and mine aren’t. I’m a psychotic lunatic and you’re not. Your chances of getting on top of me are slim to none and if you do start something and don’t succeed then I can promise you you’ll regret it. I’m talking flames to the clit and that’s just for starters!” Chrissie paused “So. Just you be a good girl and lie still.”

She put the gun down on the dresser and approached the bed slowly. Keeping a careful eye on her victim Chrissie leant over and firmly pushed Sarah’s hands down. Ensuring she kept her balance she sat herself down and drew her legs up onto the bed before bringing her left leg over and straddling the lawyer. Sarah’s mind was torn this would obviously be her last chance to escape but like the Jessop bitch was saying it wasn’t a great chance and from the looks of things the crazed nympho just wanted to scare her witless and play sex games. She hoped. In any case caution won out and she remained still. It took but a few moments for Chrissie to lash her hands to one of the headboard struts, making sure at the same time the job that Sarah had done herself was going to hold. When she was finished Chrissie sat back smiling. “Well now” She said “Now we can both relax.” With that she gave Sarah’s tits a gentle squeeze, gripped her hair and leaned forward kissing her resisting mouth hungrily.

Chrissie broke off the kiss, sat up and started to playfully fondle Sarah’s breasts again. “I expect you’re wondering why I’m here.” She paused for a while before taking the lack of any reply stand as a yes. “Well sweetheart I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me you just can’t get enough of ogling my tits can you?” She said rhetorically whilst squeezing them together to amplify her cleavage. “Well…I think you’re pretty cute too and well since that limp dick of a husband of mine hired you to fuck me over I thought it’d be lots of fun and financially beneficial to me to come over here, tie you up like this, have a little bit of fun and then snuff you and I’ve thought of this great way too, you’ll love it I promise!” Chrissie grinned “First though I’d better get naked and let you have the look at these tits you’ve been begging for.” With that she started to peel herself out of the leather’s.

Sarah stared up at her wide eyed. This crazy girl had just told her as casually as can be that she was going to kill her and appeared to think she’d just jump at the chance to have sex first. Then again the bitch was right about one thing, since she’d focused her attention on those tits she couldn’t take her eyes off them. Chrissie was naked beneath the leather and her breasts eagerly spilled out from their restraint. Sarah couldn’t help but admire them. They were big and beautifully rounded like two large grapefruit proudly displaying large burgundy nipples with neatly defined aureoles. Chrissie squeezed them together again saying “See, I knew you’d love them.” She leaned forward again kissing Sarah lightly before athletically hopping off the bed. Chrissie made sure she was getting Sarah’s full attention before theatrically placing her hands either side of her hips, thumbs inwards and in a single fluid motion bending forward and rolling the leather’s down her legs till she was touching her feet. She stood upright smiling broadly; a thin sheen of sweat that had built up inside the suit covered her body. “You like?” She asked coyly, delicately stepping out of the sodden pile at her feet. Sarah didn’t want to admit it but yes! She did like! She couldn’t believe it. Here she was tied to her own bed. Supposedly about to be killed and she was actually getting aroused.

Chrissie sauntered round the bed and picked up her rucksack. “Do you want to see the other toy I brought?” She asked eagerly. Without waiting for a reply she delved in and pulled out a large combat knife. “I sharpened it especially for you!” she said, licking the tip of the 9inch blade. “What I especially like about this knife is the large round handle.” She stated “You’ll see why soon”. Chrissie placed the knife next to Sarah and then seductively crawled onto the bed straddling her again. Then she settled herself down gently so their pussies met before leaning forward and gently kneading Sarah’s breasts once more.

Sarah lay beneath her breathing raggedly, partly due to fear but partly due to the fact that despite herself she was becoming more and more aroused. She looked up into the incredible hazel green eyes of her potential killer. Chrissie stared back, briefly loosing herself in the dark almond pools of her victim. Her breast fondling became more intense squeezing slightly harder each time until Sarah let out an involuntary moan. “You like that do you baby, do you like a bit of pain” Chrissie asked starting to roll her hips. She leaned forward for another kiss her mouth partially open, her tongue gently probing. Sarah initially kept her lips firmly sealed but as Chrissie started to stroke her brow tenderly and roll her hips more vigorously Sarah gave in opening her mouth to allow entry to Chrissie’s tongue and very shortly after responding with her own. Sarah started to reflexively mash her own pelvis into the one above. The two kissed deeply for several minutes before Chrissie broke off and stared triumphantly down at her prey. “See” She said “I knew you liked me.” And tenderly stroking her conquest’s cheek a hint of sadness seemed to enter her voice “Such a shame we can’t be friends.”

Chrissie’s momentary frown disappeared and like a good psychopath she perked right up again. “Now its time to get down to business.” she said reaching over for the knife. “Where should I cut first?” She asked absently tapping one of Sarah’s nipples with the flat of the blade, studying her body intensely. “Please Mrs Jessop. I’m begging you, let me go.” Sarah pleaded “I’ll drop your case I promise.” “Sweetie! I think we’re on first name terms now.” Chrissie admonished “But just because of that I’m not going to give up my little game. I’ve planned it for weeks and I’m just dying to put it into action. Oops! Excuse the pun.” She giggled. She ran her free hand lovingly though Sarah’s hair “Relax, you never know you might get into it. You have so far.” She said smiling lecherously. “Now…” she said to herself thoughtfully.

Seemingly detached, Chrissie brought the blade up to Sarah’s mouth and gently ran it across her lips. She brought her other hand down to her breast and gently teased the nipple till it became erect. Her hips started thrusting again as she slowly traced the knife down her victim’s neck and into the valley of her chest. Suddenly she gripped Sarah’s nipple hard and pulled upwards simultaneously flashing the tip of the blade sideways cutting a shallow slice on the inside of Sarah’s right breast. Enthusiastically she leant forward to lick the crimson that flowed out, sighing with pleasure.

Sarah shrieked in pain “Aahh please stop.” And as Chrissie gave the wounded teat a playful squeeze “Oooh god it hurts so much” “Sweetie, your pain hasn’t started yet” Chrissie responded menacingly and proceeded to jab the blade an inch or so into her other tit. Delighting in the scream elicited Chrissie quickly made two more delicate cuts to her target before switching her attention back to the first one. Chrissie waited till Sarah had stopped whimpering. “I’ll tell you what” She said, smiling graciously. “If you let me make this next cut without screaming. I’ll make sure you cum before you die.”

Sarah lay there quivering. Her wounds hurt tremendously yet for some unfathomable reason she felt she should be able meet the challenge that was laid. Even now the lawyer within her felt the need to gain some small victory against her adversary. As she tried to relax herself in preparation for the pain she became more aware of Chrissies pelvis grinding rhythmically against hers. She looked up into her attacker’s eyes and met her gaze biting her lip ready for what was to come. Chrissie smiled at her tenderly then turned her attention to her breast. She held the knife upright just to one side of her nipple, supporting the mound with her other hand. Slowly she pressed downwards dimpling the tawny aureole. Grinning with concentration she increased the pressure until the skin gave way. She let the tip of the knife disappear and then pulled it back out again, not wanting to do serious damage, not just yet anyway.

Sarah for her part winced but managed to withhold a scream. When Chrissie looked back up from her examination of her breast she even managed a weak smile. “Well done” Chrissie congratulated. “Just for that I’ll kiss it better” With that she put the knife to one side and went back to fondling Sarah’s tits kissing, licking and sucking at the wounds. Her pelvic trusting increased in tempo. She brought her head up level with Sarah’s and cradled her head. “Kiss me again baby! Let’s enjoy each other for a little while.”

To her surprise Sarah found herself nodding in agreement. The pain she felt was starting to mingle with the pleasure in her groin. She parted her mouth to accept the kiss letting a soft moan escape from her lips. Chrissie kissed her roughly, grasping her hair firmly. Her other hand slid down to Sarah’s rapidly moistening crotch at first cupping, then rubbing then parting her nether lips.

Sarah moaned with pleasure. “Oohh, please deeper” she gasped feeling the beginnings of climax starting to rise within her. Chrissie started to oblige then without warning she snatched her had away and grasped at Sarah’s wounded tit digging one of her long nails deep into the wound by her nipple. Sarah’s moans of pleasure turned to gasps of pain.

Chrissie kissed her deeply then sat up. “It’s time….” She panted “for the finale. You’ve been sensational my little angel.” She reached to her side and grasped the handle of the knife, raised it above her head and plunged it down in to Sarah’s belly, just below her navel. The blade ran all the way through her body scraping past her spine and wedging into the springs of the mattress. Sarah screeched in pure agony. Her previous pain paling into insignificance. “Aaggh! Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh fuck” She groaned.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you good and proper!” Chrissie replied raising herself up before lowering herself onto the knife handle. Slowly the handle disappeared into her soaking cunt. Chrissie mauled Sarah’s breast roughly with one hand and reached behind herself with the other grabbing the girl’s crotch, thrusting all four fingers inside while massaging her clit firmly with her thumb. “I promised… I’d make you… cum.” She gasped rutting fiercely against the hilt of the knife.

Sarah’s body was wracked with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Her hands grasped desperately at the headboard, her whole body contorted in pain.

Chrissie pumped herself up and down on the bloody shaft. Wave upon wave of pleasure began to burst forth from her crotch as her climax ripped through her body.

Sarah’s orgasm hit her at the same time. Every muscle in her body tensed. The strain was too much for the headboard and the strut broke off on her hands. The last rational part of her brain saw an escape and she lunged forward with the makeshift stake plunging it deep into her killer’s beautiful left breast, spearing her straight trough the nipple.

Lost in her orgasm Chrissie felt her heart explode she saw Sarah’s beautiful face in front of her and reached out to embrace her, kissing her passionately.

Chrissie’s life ended with a final wave of pleasure and a burst of bright light followed by eternal darkness. Her momentum pushed Sarah back whilst she toppled sideways, her pussy reluctantly releasing the knife handle with a sodden squelch.

As Sarah had lunged forwards the knife blade had torn at her innards. Blood poured from her tattered body. As she sank back onto the bed her head lolled over. She had a few moments to admire the stunning body of her vanquished lover before her eyelids fluttered and closed for the final time.

The two beauties lay side by side surrounded by a widening pool of crimson soaking into the white bed linen. Each beautiful body fatally pierced. Each of them prevented by death from gazing lustfully into the others eyes.