11-02-2020, 03:22 AM
Vickie stood at the bar with her back to the room. Delia crept up behind, whispering into her ear.
"I'm all yours" she said as Vickie turned around to witness the sexiest woman alive.
They lock eyes. Delia submerging with purpose. Vickie lighting her own inner fire.
"Come..." Vickie said as she motioned with her hand the direction they were to leave in.
"You shall indeed" Delia said in her most sultry gasp.
This excited Vickie no end. There were things coming alive within. This felt dangerous. She was all in now.
The two beauties left the crowded room through a back hallway. Vickie had a secret lair for her
extracurricular activities. They walked past several doors until coming to the end of the passage.
Vickie blinked what appeared to be some sort of morse code at the blank wall when suddenly
a hidden panel slid free and they entered into a deeper section of the home.
Retinal scanners were all the rage among the wealthy upper crust. It made them feel important.
This new hallway boasted little of rooms or doors. Just an elevator at the end. Delia wasn't fond
of elevators anymore.
Activated by motion sensors, the doors opened once they were close enough to step inside.
Once boarded, the box began to lift. Three buttons. Three floors. To Delia's relief.
Moments after clearing the second floor Vickie leans over to Delia's ear.
"You have me flooded" she says almost hissing as she takes Delia's lobe into her mouth, biting gently.
Delia gasps lightly, unexpectedly. Vickie pulls away and they both stand silently.
Top floor, the doors open. Vickie looks over at her Dee like a bride on her wedding night.
Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in her gown. They step out of the elevator and walk to the
only room contained in that hallway. Sitting at the very end. Vickie felt feet off the ground. Delia
was certainly playing the part. She had to be convincing until the bitter end. "All in" she thought.
Vickie opened the door to her lovers hideaway and allowed Delia to enter first. Manners.
Delia walked into the room, which was much smaller than the main dining area but still
somewhat patterned after its design. A table for two, a small wet bar and a beautiful wood burning
fireplace that had already been lit. Vickie wasn't one to watch paint dry.
Vickie closes the door and glides over to her night's conquest. She reaches her arms through
Delia's from behind and pulls her close. Delia gasps again. Their bodies now touching.
"This will be the most honorable defiling of my life" she said as she began kissing the back of Delia's shoulders.
Not to disappoint, Delia released a soft, sensual moan as she placed her hands upon Vickie's.
Vickie decides to taste Delia's other earlobe. Just as sweet as the first.
"Let's have a drink" Vickie suggested. Delia thought then about the antidote and possible side-effects.
"You're the only drink I need" she said as she turned to look into Vickie's wild, chaotic eyes.
Vickie couldn't restrain herself any longer. She grabbed Delia by her hair and pulled
her head back forcefully and began licking and sucking on her pale throat. Delia was absolutely
sickened but her A-game being what it was, Vickie was none the wiser.
She moaned long and passionately as her left hand found Vickie's upper thigh. This was getting serious.
"I want to destroy you!" Vickie said breathless. Delia turning to face her. Their noses touching.
"Uh-uh-uuuhh" she said teasing. "Let's not rush, we've got all night" she promised.
Vickie then grabbed Dee's shoulders and ran her back against the wall. Pinning her under all
that raging lust. Their lips collide. It was a slow, mutual devouring. Vickie's hands finding all of
Delia's most sensual spots, places one couldn't mention outside of the bedroom. They both squealed
in utter ecstasy. If only Vickie knew.
Suddenly Vickie slowed the assault and backed away. Gazing into Dee's eyes, she said "I'll be right back."
Delia wasn't sure what was happening but was too caught up in the moment to question.
Vickie staggered to the bathroom and closed the door. Delia knew this was her only chance!
Seconds later, Vickie emerges bare of a single stitch. Her eyes even wilder than before.
Delia was scared, but she was set to do what needed to be done. Vickie grabbed Delia once more
and threw her onto the love seat at the edge of the room. She jumped violently atop her and ground
her body into the lovely Detective's.
"I want to feel You in every cell!!" she screamed while ripping at Delia's beautiful gown.
She must've dosed herself with something, some kind of drug, while in the bathroom. Her eyes
were crazy, she was all but frothing at the mouth. Delia knew her time was short. She reached up
and grabbed Vickie's face with both hands and pulled her in hard. Thus dealing the death blow.
Vickie then jerked backwards and howled like a beast in the wood. She fell off of Delia and onto
the floor, writhing in whatever sick concoction was sizzling in her brain. It would soon be joined
by another. A less pleasurable one.
"I want you to Rape me! Every inch of my dirty flesh! Now, I need You now!!" she wailed like a demon.
Delia sat up on the two-seater witnessing a new kind of exorcism. It wouldn't be long now.
Vickie started running her hands all over her own body, agitating those unmentionable parts.
Doing so violently, this had surpassed anything remotely sexual. She was in a darker place now.
Suddenly, it was like a switch had flipped. Vickie became almost silent. She looked up at her Dee
as tears began to fall. Something wasn't right. But Delia knew different.
"Dee, my sweet darling? What have you done?" she cried.
Delia stood to her feet, brushed the hair from her face and spoke boldly.
"I'm letting you know what You are a part of. This deal you now cannot refuse!" harkening back to that
awful day in the elevator outside the secret lab.
Vickie began convulsing. She vomited all over herself while staring up at the Detective.
"What's happening to me?" she cried out.
Delia, now standing over the dying sector commander, said a few last words.
"Charles Delicato. Gail Atwood. Orville Shotsworth. And all the other poor bastards you've murdered
and lives you've ruined. THAT'S what's happening! You disgusting, filthy whore!"
Delia walked to the door, turning to watch Vickie spill her last few moments of life.
Detective Delicato. Martian hunter. Bombshell. Righter of wrongs.
And Undefeated!
The End .... ???
"I'm all yours" she said as Vickie turned around to witness the sexiest woman alive.
They lock eyes. Delia submerging with purpose. Vickie lighting her own inner fire.
"Come..." Vickie said as she motioned with her hand the direction they were to leave in.
"You shall indeed" Delia said in her most sultry gasp.
This excited Vickie no end. There were things coming alive within. This felt dangerous. She was all in now.
The two beauties left the crowded room through a back hallway. Vickie had a secret lair for her
extracurricular activities. They walked past several doors until coming to the end of the passage.
Vickie blinked what appeared to be some sort of morse code at the blank wall when suddenly
a hidden panel slid free and they entered into a deeper section of the home.
Retinal scanners were all the rage among the wealthy upper crust. It made them feel important.
This new hallway boasted little of rooms or doors. Just an elevator at the end. Delia wasn't fond
of elevators anymore.
Activated by motion sensors, the doors opened once they were close enough to step inside.
Once boarded, the box began to lift. Three buttons. Three floors. To Delia's relief.
Moments after clearing the second floor Vickie leans over to Delia's ear.
"You have me flooded" she says almost hissing as she takes Delia's lobe into her mouth, biting gently.
Delia gasps lightly, unexpectedly. Vickie pulls away and they both stand silently.
Top floor, the doors open. Vickie looks over at her Dee like a bride on her wedding night.
Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in her gown. They step out of the elevator and walk to the
only room contained in that hallway. Sitting at the very end. Vickie felt feet off the ground. Delia
was certainly playing the part. She had to be convincing until the bitter end. "All in" she thought.
Vickie opened the door to her lovers hideaway and allowed Delia to enter first. Manners.
Delia walked into the room, which was much smaller than the main dining area but still
somewhat patterned after its design. A table for two, a small wet bar and a beautiful wood burning
fireplace that had already been lit. Vickie wasn't one to watch paint dry.
Vickie closes the door and glides over to her night's conquest. She reaches her arms through
Delia's from behind and pulls her close. Delia gasps again. Their bodies now touching.
"This will be the most honorable defiling of my life" she said as she began kissing the back of Delia's shoulders.
Not to disappoint, Delia released a soft, sensual moan as she placed her hands upon Vickie's.
Vickie decides to taste Delia's other earlobe. Just as sweet as the first.
"Let's have a drink" Vickie suggested. Delia thought then about the antidote and possible side-effects.
"You're the only drink I need" she said as she turned to look into Vickie's wild, chaotic eyes.
Vickie couldn't restrain herself any longer. She grabbed Delia by her hair and pulled
her head back forcefully and began licking and sucking on her pale throat. Delia was absolutely
sickened but her A-game being what it was, Vickie was none the wiser.
She moaned long and passionately as her left hand found Vickie's upper thigh. This was getting serious.
"I want to destroy you!" Vickie said breathless. Delia turning to face her. Their noses touching.
"Uh-uh-uuuhh" she said teasing. "Let's not rush, we've got all night" she promised.
Vickie then grabbed Dee's shoulders and ran her back against the wall. Pinning her under all
that raging lust. Their lips collide. It was a slow, mutual devouring. Vickie's hands finding all of
Delia's most sensual spots, places one couldn't mention outside of the bedroom. They both squealed
in utter ecstasy. If only Vickie knew.
Suddenly Vickie slowed the assault and backed away. Gazing into Dee's eyes, she said "I'll be right back."
Delia wasn't sure what was happening but was too caught up in the moment to question.
Vickie staggered to the bathroom and closed the door. Delia knew this was her only chance!
Seconds later, Vickie emerges bare of a single stitch. Her eyes even wilder than before.
Delia was scared, but she was set to do what needed to be done. Vickie grabbed Delia once more
and threw her onto the love seat at the edge of the room. She jumped violently atop her and ground
her body into the lovely Detective's.
"I want to feel You in every cell!!" she screamed while ripping at Delia's beautiful gown.
She must've dosed herself with something, some kind of drug, while in the bathroom. Her eyes
were crazy, she was all but frothing at the mouth. Delia knew her time was short. She reached up
and grabbed Vickie's face with both hands and pulled her in hard. Thus dealing the death blow.
Vickie then jerked backwards and howled like a beast in the wood. She fell off of Delia and onto
the floor, writhing in whatever sick concoction was sizzling in her brain. It would soon be joined
by another. A less pleasurable one.
"I want you to Rape me! Every inch of my dirty flesh! Now, I need You now!!" she wailed like a demon.
Delia sat up on the two-seater witnessing a new kind of exorcism. It wouldn't be long now.
Vickie started running her hands all over her own body, agitating those unmentionable parts.
Doing so violently, this had surpassed anything remotely sexual. She was in a darker place now.
Suddenly, it was like a switch had flipped. Vickie became almost silent. She looked up at her Dee
as tears began to fall. Something wasn't right. But Delia knew different.
"Dee, my sweet darling? What have you done?" she cried.
Delia stood to her feet, brushed the hair from her face and spoke boldly.
"I'm letting you know what You are a part of. This deal you now cannot refuse!" harkening back to that
awful day in the elevator outside the secret lab.
Vickie began convulsing. She vomited all over herself while staring up at the Detective.
"What's happening to me?" she cried out.
Delia, now standing over the dying sector commander, said a few last words.
"Charles Delicato. Gail Atwood. Orville Shotsworth. And all the other poor bastards you've murdered
and lives you've ruined. THAT'S what's happening! You disgusting, filthy whore!"
Delia walked to the door, turning to watch Vickie spill her last few moments of life.
Detective Delicato. Martian hunter. Bombshell. Righter of wrongs.
And Undefeated!
The End .... ???
