Sinister Games

Halbert sat on the veranda of his little house at the edge of town. Every now and then he would nurse from a glass of jack and Coke, swirling it in his hand and delighting in the sound of ice clinking. His serpent eyes fixed a debauched little of sapphic love he had orchestrated, gaze roaming over the two women, ears pricked and taking in every note of euphoria that escaped their throats.

One of the women, a red head in her thirties was buried between the legs of the other, younger starlet, licking and sucking at her glistening cunt as if coaxing out the finest honey from that particular pot. The two women had been going at it for hours, with an enthusiasm and skill that suggested that they had been doing it with regularity. Though the truth was, neither had any experience with the same sex before they came into his life.

It never failed to delight Halbert how quickly these women of so-called morality could be persuaded to forsake it all for a taste of absolute pleasure. The red head currently devouring another of his pets was a recent addition. She had been a mother of two small children fleeing a failed marriage. It had only taken him a single day to twist her mind into something else, something that held no affection or concern for her children, or the responsibilities of life. She now lived to entertain him, to chase pleasure where she found it. In this case, devouring the cunt of another weak-willed pet.

Halbert had made a practice of breaking women, and fully intended to do so for as long as he walked the earth. Which, if his friends in the cult could be trusted, might well stretch into the coming centuries.

He was shaken from his musings by a feeling-like the tugging of a thread in the back of his mind. Someone who meddled with one of his pets, and activated the mental switch he had left in place. That wouldn’t do. The streak of annoyance was only slightly lessened by the knowledge that the girl would probably kill whoever was handling her now. He would have to check in with his friends on the police **** about such problems.

His attention returned to his playthings and the scene they were enacting. He considered lessening the leash on the red head, just enough for her to realise how far she had fallen, just enough to remember that she had a family she had abandoned for this new life of debauchery and hedonism. That would be delicious, and wash away the taste of the interloper.

Putting a bit of **** into it, he snapped his fingers and watched as lucidity returned to the woman’s face. She paused her ministrations and drew back, horrified. “What…what-” She looked at the other woman, and then at her own nakedness. “No…no, what am I doing?”

“You’re eating pussy,” Halbert replied, taking a sip of his Jack and Coke. “Don’t you remember? You’ve chowing down for over an hour now. You wanted to fuck this pretty lady, just like you wanted me to fuck you for the last few days. You live for this, don’t you?”

A horrible moan escaped Red, and her hands went to her now glistening crotch. She writhed in shame and disgust. “I was supposed to meet,” she struggled to think, “ it was my sister…I had to meet my sister…”her eyes went wide, “ my kids! My babies, where are my babies?”

Halbert laughed, a cold and odd sound. “You gave them up, remember? You dont care about them.”

“I do care about them,” she insisted, weakly. “I want my babies…”

His grin stretched. “Ok, how about this. I’ll give you a choice, you can get up right now and I’ll let you return to your family. Or you can stay where you are and eat that juicy cunt right in front of you. Can’t have both.”

On cue, the other woman spread her legs invitingly. Red’s eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the sight, and Halbert subtly began to increase his hold on her. Not much, but just enough to tip the scales. Red didn’t move from her spot, but began to cry. She was still crying as she went back to eating out his other slut.

Halbert adjusted himself, feeling his hardness in his jeans. That’s entertainment!

But before he could do anything else, his phone rumbled on the table beside him. His eyes cut to the screen and recognised the number. Parkins, one of the more senior members of his staff at the gatehouse. He took the call. “Yes?”

“Sir, I know you don’t like to be bothered during this time of day but-”

“But WHAT?”

“ I uh, I got a guest here sir. Waiting at the gates, demanding to see you.”

Confusion twitched across Halbert’s brow. Most of his sluts were caught and delivered. None of them came to him. “Who is it?”

“She says she’s your sister.”