PSYCH HOSPITAL: Divorce Wars
by Llabmik
Chapter Zero - Prelude to the Dance
The naked drug dealer screamed hysterically into his breathing tube. Six
feet above his buried body, John Lovelace and his seductive fucktoy relaxed
alone on the beach, enjoying the hoarse, panic-stricken pleadings coming up the
pipe. The fucktoy, whose idea this had been, smirked smugly.
"I told you that he'd hate it: he's alone, naked, cold, in the pitch black,
the weight of the sand pressing down on him claustrophobically, pumped full of
drugs. He's pissing and shitting himself. We're the only ones who know that he's
buried down there. He knows that if he doesn't make a deal with us, he'll die
down there, all alone and cold in the dark, rotting in his own excrement..."
John grinned as he listened to the sobbing, broken voice begging
frantically. He looked appreciatively at the fucktoy. His wife was a real goody
two-shoes. This was more his sort of woman - sexy, depraved and nasty. The
fucktoy shook her long hair and jiggled her tits happily. She laughed
delightedly as the drug dealer's hoarse, hollow voice offered John everything
that he knew how to offer.
"He's your bitch and he knows it."
The fucktoy looked at John's bulging crotch and ran her wet, pink tongue
sensuously over her pouty lips.
"Before we get down to business and graciously allow our naked, screaming
friend to give you everything and everybody he knows, we have lots of time
before the tide comes in, floods his breathing tube and calms him down
permanently. I think we deserve a reward."
The fucktoy unbuckled John's belt and set about proving that she was a lot
more than just a pretty face and a vicious little minx...
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