The Dawn of Darkness (Part 16)

The breeze blowing in from the open car window was chilly and helped keep me alert. I'd been driving for about 2 hours now, headed in the direction of our parent's home. The radio was set to a classic rock station, and was currently blasting Guns N Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle." I shook our head at the thought that the song was now considered a classic, although I calculated it had been at least 15 years since it was first released. I had always figured that classic rock referred to the bands that our parents used to listen to.

There was another set of thumps coming from the trunk again. She was moving about back in there. I could just picture how pissed off she would look when I finally let her out. She was another fighter, this one. That thought aroused me even more. It was no fun when they just gave up. Took all of the fun out of it.

There had been others between Katie and Dawn. Shorter ones, taller ones, all so willing to have me lead them around. When things got a little rough around the edges, they were all the same though. Wide-eyed little idiots. Begging and pleading. Crying so hard that snot would fly out of their noses. Stupid bitches. Allowing someone to control them and then deciding that they couldn't handle it anymore.

I was only 30 more minutes away from home. I hadn't brought any of them back here since Katie. That had been such a fucking mess, I didn't want to risk attempting it again. The wound in our side took almost 4 months to fully heal. The minor gouges had cleared up within a month, none having gotten very deep. Explaining them would have been a trial, so I had had to crash our car to cover up the circumstances of how I was injured. I'd plowed head-on into a traffic divider, going about 45. I was knocked unconscious and taken to the emergency room in an ambulance. There was a faint scar over our left eyebrow where I'd cut our head open on the steering wheel. They'd told me that I was lucky things weren't worse. The doctors had looked at our abdomen with raised eyebrows, but written it off as injuries received from the seat belt.

Katie had been missed, but her disappearance was quickly written off due to the situation at home. Her parents had divorced only a year earlier and under ugly conditions. Her dad was always trying to convince her to leave her mom and come live with him. He was the main suspect in her disappearance for a solid 6 months. After posting fliers and searching the neighborhood and those surrounding, it was eventually called off. Everyone assumed she had run away, fed up with the fighting and animosity between her parents. The cops had found diaries of hers that detailed her unhappiness and hinted at a desire to commit suicide. It was all too easy.

But it was unplanned. I had gotten very lucky that it played out the way that it did, and I knew that. It was a full 2 years before I even thought of looking for a new girl. Bryan had decided to take over during that time. He was so tedious. Maybe we shouldn't do this, maybe we shouldn't do that. It was nauseating. He had just as much lust for control that I did, but he sat on it. He had all these arguments to dissuade me. Moral conscious. Woo fucking hoo for you, Bryan! Let's have some fun! But no. He had a much stronger mastery of the body. What he wanted, the body went along with.

One day, he gave in to me. It was for the girl at the coffee shop. She was a tall and painfully thin wisp of a thing named Shawna. Her hair was as long and thin as her stature, and was always pulled back into a messy tangle, secured with one of those plastic clamshells. Bryan was quite taken with her, and after 2 months of ordering the same ice-blended coffee slop that he had an addiction for, it because obvious that the feeling was mutual.

I encouraged him to talk to her, asking her questions about why she was always working whenever we came in. She was a graduate student, had grown up in Iowa and didn't have any family to help her out. All she did was work and attend classes. She would frequently spend slow evenings reading through one of her texts, dropping it only to help the one or two stray customers that filtered in. It was an opening. I told Bryan that he should offer to study with her. She laughed at that. Asked how old he was. Laughed again and boasted that she already had 5 years experience over him. He had smiled uncomfortably and looked for his way out the door.

Just as I was starting to berate him for not sticking it out and trying an alternative, she gave one to us. Offered to help him study. Said she figured it would help to solidify her own knowledge by passing it on to another person. I hadn't seen what he'd liked in this girl, but in that moment, I kind of liked her too. Bryan turned around and accepted. I reminded him to smile. That made her smile back.

She got off work at closing time, which on the weekdays would be shortly after 10 and on the weekends could range anywhere between 11 and midnight. She had a small studio apartment only 5 blocks from the coffee shop and would walk home every night. Bryan wanted to offer to walk with her, but I eschewed that idea. We would meet her outside of her building and she would let us into her apartment there. Walking with her risked being seen with her.

The first night was so boring, I fell asleep somewhere between a discussion of Tolstoy and a playful argument over the social significance of Pi. They enjoyed themselves though. Bryan did a very nice job of bonding with her. By the end of that night, wrapped up at close to 2 in the morning, Shawna was giving a warm hug goodbye, complete with tight squeeze before letting go. I could feel her staring out her window at us as we left her building. It made me smile. She was developing trust.

Good old Bryan wooed her for an entire week before she exasperatedly asked why he hadn't made a move on her. It was the 5th study session that they'd had in 8 days. She was calling his cell daily now, on her lunch breaks, laughing a little too much. They always do that when they like you, I was drilling into his head. Bryan was oblivious. The night when she asked, he could only stammer.

Let me take this one, I told him.

No, he answered, shaking his head. She'd looked suspiciously at him when he'd done that. "You don't like me," she'd said. "You're not interested."

Fucker! I'd screamed. Let me do this! I can do this!

He'd hedged. You're not going to hurt her, are you? You get too rough. You hurt them. Like... like... Katie. He made us close our eyes, and we could see her caved-in skull, gushing blood into the bathtub.

Stop being a fucking pussy and just let me deal with this! If we leave it up to you, it'll just get fucked up like Pam. Mentioning of girlfriend number two always snapped Bryan to attention. Even he knew he should have been more aggressive with her after the puking thing. In Pam, Bryan had regret. And his regret was easy to manipulate.

Fine! Just be nice. She likes me. She'll do what you want without fighting. You won't have to hurt her. He'd managed to bring our lips into a smile. Shawna's face changed from a darkened cloud of despondency to one glowing with cheer.

That's where I'd slipped in. I'd motioned for her to come sit closer to us on the couch. She'd obliged. I'd draped an arm over her shoulders and looked into her dog-shit brown eyes. Jeez, I'd realized, she's even more haggard up close. I'd swallowed hard and kissed her. Her lips were all over ours. Her kisses were sloppy, she ended up glazing our face in slobber. Well, I'd laughed internally, she looks like a dog, why should I be so surprised that she kisses like one too?

Bryan was eating this up. He had us kissing her back, with a surprising amount of passion. She had grabbed us by the shoulders and pulled our body on top of hers. She smelled like coffee and cream. It was the most pleasant thing about her, something I realized as we ran our hands over her concave chest, coming up with nothing but nipple. She'd allowed us to lie between her legs, and the feeling could only be compared to what a nut must feel like in the jaws of one of those standard silver nutcrackers. To describe her as bony would have been an understatement.

Bryan could have gone on like this for days, but I refused to continue on without something a little more substantial. I'd wrenched my will over his and brought our body under my power. I ripped open her white button-up work shirt and revealed her bra. She'd let out a gasp of shock, but dropped her head back and moaned when I lowered our head and bit at her puffy nipples through her basic cotton bra. I moved our mouth back and forth between them, nipping harder with each pass. She'd actually liked it. She'd writhed in exaltation beneath us. I pulled the bra up over her meager excuse for tits and wedged it under her armpits. Our own chest had more definition than hers. Her nipples looked like pink miniature marshmallows, and stood a almost an inch upwards.

As I let our head swoop in again, Bryan felt out my intentions.

NO! Don't do that! he'd screamed in horror.

Awwww... I haven't had any fun in soooooo long. I just want to play! I playfully chuckled at his seriousness. Our body started to pull away from her. Shawna had looked up with a pout. Bryan was exerting his control over our body.

OK, OK... I'll be nice. FUCK! He wasn't sure if he wanted to trust me, but he also wanted to keep playing with Shawna's pathetic excuse for a body. He relented. I dove back in for more.

Soon I was peeling off her black work pants and nuzzling our face into her rigid mound. It felt like licking a brick wall that had been lined in skin. I wanted to throw up. Bryan wanted to be her cunning linguist until the sun came up. This was our first time munching carpet and it resulted in a successful outing, resplendent with Twiggy convulsing spastically beneath us.

She'd thrown a gangly arm over her eyes and exhaled hard. She'd praised us. Asked for a moment before she could return the favor. We'd sat back and I turned our head, not allowing Bryan to look at her. When she'd regained her composure, she slid off the couch and went to undo our fly. Bryan urged for control at this moment. I let him have it. I could only muster half of a chub from the prospect of ol' Shawna gobbling our knob.

She ended up being fucking phenomenal at it. She sucked and licked like a frenzied women, cupping our balls and deep throating us in rapid downswings. I began to believe that the girl had no gag reflex. I fought with Bryan for control again. I stood our body up, lifted her body and sat her back down on the couch. She felt like a feather. I stood us up on the cushions, pumping our cock into her mouth. She sat back and took it, not making a single gargle. I fucked her head harder and harder, jamming her head backwards. She didn't fight a second of it.

On the moment of our jizz arrival, I gave one last penetrating thrust. There was a wet snapping sound as our cum flowed out of us and poured down her throat. A few final pumps and I jumped backwards off the couch like a prize fighter jumping out of the ring. Bryan was very still. I was radiating with a feeling of omnipotence. I fought the urge to raise our hands over our head and start hopping around like Rocky.

That's when Bryan screamed.

I turned our head downwards and saw dear, sweet, dog-shit color for eyes Shawna with foam trickling out of the side of her mouth. It was white, but it most definitely was not our come. I reached forward with our hand and poked her cheek. She didn't respond. I put our hand behind her head and tilted it forward. More foam came dripping out. I started to laugh. The coffee girl with foam on top, please!

Bryan was shivering in the corner of our head. I let her head go and it flopped forward. You broke her neck, he whispered. You hurt her. You said you wouldn't hurt her.

It was an accident. Hell, I'd had better plans for her than this! And I had. There was a whole list of stuff that I'd been wanting to try out.

Bryan was useless. I ended up doing all of the work for the rest of the night out. Luckily her body was easy enough to transport. It wasn't heavy, and the bones snapped easily. It was almost like she was a human version of a folding deck chair. Just picturing that made me laugh. Bryan was not amused. At the end of the evening, after the dirty work had been completed, he issued the same threat he had 2 years prior: I was never going to be allowed to see the light of day again.

That only held true for 6 months.