"SUCCESS!" I yelped in glee as I circled the tree half way again and saw her. Blood was running down her neck and chest, staining her shirt. The wire ...went into her throat a ways, maybe a third through it, but that was enough to kill her easily for her eyes were out bulging and her jaw was frozen dropped a bit. I grinned coldly and slowly licked up the blood from her neck, not all of it but some. She was now way past dead, and Step two was half over. I looked into her open, horrific, and. ? Neither of his hands are on her now, thefirst time she has been free of his touch for what feels like an age but inreality has been less than two minutes have passed, such was the swiftness ofhis attack. Her respitefrom his touch is short lived as both of his strong hands return their vicelike grip to her buttocks, fingers curling around and digging cruelly into herhips as his palms lift her and spread her open for him.? The realisation of the fate in store for herstrikes her just as the head. That we were going to wait till she'd been bitten by at least one mosquito then we'd let her in. That we would either talk or if she misbehaved we'd all end up naked and she would watch me and Cynthia go at it. This was all BS mind you, but Debbie bought it. Hook line and fucking sinker. Cynthia described Debbie to the cops, large breasted, 5'6" maybe 135 pounds and yes, we will certainly call right back if she does show up. Heck, we'll call even if she's not naked. Bless her heart though,. I feel her physically moving away from the gun and I insert the barrel about 2 inches into her, reveling in her fear and the control I have over her. I pop the safety up and pull the hammer back and she begins to shudder from fear, her shudders and head shaking, raking her body. I pull the gun out and, after removing the gag, I rub the gun across her lips. I slide it between her lips, having her taste the cold metal mixed with her special juices, and then place the gun on the pillow next to her.