129. Run in and strangle Azami.

Sloth/Vanity Chapter 3: The only way.

"How dare she!" I growled and knew I couldn’t hold back or wait even one more moment knowing Chizu’s life was on the line. Breaking into a run I circled the building to the back entrance and quickly ran down the stairs into the basement.

"Stop that!" I demanded of Azami who lifted her wooden paddle and grinned back at me as she let me get a good look at her. My rage even seemed to grow as I saw what she was wearing, a tight leather outfit that had cut-outs at her crotch to expose her slutty cunt and her tits leaving her fat jugs bouncing around openly. She was about to say something, but I couldn’t stand how a woman this loose and cruel could be allowed to be treated like a princess in our society.

In an instant, my palms found her throat and held her tight as she mutely flailed around trying to push me away. Her paddle fell loudly clattering to the floor, but all that mattered now was that Azami would finally get what she deserved. "You will never again get to inflict your evil on anyone," I almost laughed as the fear and terror she emanated was sweetly driving me insane. I was so lost in enjoying the wonderful colors her face turned as her struggling weakened. I was so consumed with watching the life fade from her that I almost missed the stealthy bare footsteps on the stone stairs behind.

Whipping my head around I saw Setsuko, wet and wearing only a towel as she must have just finished a bath. "Is she dead?" she asked in an almost deadpan voice. How could a daughter be so unconcerned about her own mother’s fate? I looked up gleefully at the nearly limp form that was hanging in my powerful arms. I twisted my fingers just a bit more and heard a slight crack as her spinal cord snapped.

"Yes," I said almost unconcerned as I carelessly dropped the limp corpse from my grasp to turn towards her fully, unsure how she would react, yet intensely interested and ready for anything.

A flicker of something crossed her face, but she clearly was raging inside just as I was. "Good," was all she said coldly though. Then clearly unconcerned about any threat I might pose to her, she walked right past me to unstrap the badly beaten young girl. "Chizu, I want you to listen to me," she instructed the sobbing ****. "Go find Yuki and tell her I’ve set you free and that my mother is dead." The whole time she still hadn’t broken her icy cool demeanor. "Got it?"

With just a nod the tearful maid nodded without answering and limped out, clearly still in pain as she escaped. I watched her go and reveled in the fact she was completely scared up me, with good reason. This was what I had wanted, but the pleasure I’d felt from my blood lust was fading and I was getting restless. Setsuko though didn’t pause for a moment, and surprisingly quickly switched gears as she returned her attention to me now that we were alone.

"Thank you," she said and approached me with open arms. I was so surprised I simply stood there as she caressed my neck and shoulders with her hands as her plump lips pressed into my dry and cracked ones. She kissed me for several seconds before I finally responded, but when I did I was swift and terrible. In seconds my mouth opened and I was shoving my tongue inside her hot wanton mouth as my hands tore away the towel so I could grab and paw all over her wonderfully sexy naked body.

"I want you," she begged, and I wasn’t arguing. The monster in me was unstoppable. I scooped her up and carried her over to the bench Chizu had been strapped to just moments before, though now I was just using it to get a flat surface to place Setsuko on. I don't even remember taking off my pants as I plunged my angry purple cockhead into her tight virginal pussy. Fuck that felt good! I closed my eyes in ecstasy and reveled in her wonderful tightness surrounding me when suddenly there was a stab of pain in my chest, snapping my eyes back open.

In her hands, she held a long bloody dagger that must have been what had caused my pain. "I loved you!" she shouted and thrust at my chest with the weapon again.

I knew I should have been able to avoid it, but something about her unexpected declaration of love had so stunned me that I just froze. I was so stupefied I didn’t even cry out in pain, just dumbly watched her blade piece my chest again, felt it slide up between my ribs as it shredded the veins and arteries that kept my heart pumping blood, and my body spasmed as that blood instead began spurting out of me as well as filling up my lungs. I tried to speak, but only even more hot blood gurgled up. <No!> I heard in my head. I had to run, but all my strength was gone and my body started shaking, slumping down on top of my beautiful murderess I was still sexually impaling myself.

My last thoughts were of how warm and soft her naked blood-covered breasts felt, as I shuddered my last convulsions of hypoxia before everything went dark.