“You were the oldest. You knew better. You should have protected me, protected Leon. Instead, you walked away. Now, you’ll never walk again.”
Bringing my hands and the saw down, I put the whirring blades to the flesh of the man in front of me right above his knee. Blood sprayed, immediately coating me in the familiar irony scent and I smiled as I cut through his left leg. Layer by layer, I watched in amazement and complete satisfaction as muscle, tissue and skin ripped apart. I wanted to bathe in his horror and swim in his essence.
Justin screamed behind his gag, and I laughed as the saw hit bone and I kept going. Too focused on my task, I didn’t look over at the other six, but I could hear the muffled pleas and begging from most and screams of horror from the others.
When Justin's leg was completely detached, a feeling I had not anticipated struck me, and I grabbed the appendage and turned to face Victor. It was obvious we both had the same train of thought. I threw the saw down and raced to my love.
We both scrambled, fumbling with the others clothes until we both stood naked in front of the other.
“Sit on the second step my love and spread your legs.”
I handed the severed limb to Victor and did as he commanded. Throwing my head back, I waited for what was to come.
I could feel my cunt dripping with desire as Victor approached. I was still swollen from our two rounds of savage fucking back at the hotel, but it didn’t matter. We both needed this.
Slowly, and very gently, Victor pushed Justin’s foot into my waiting pussy. The eldest hadn’t been a very large man, so with a slight bit of finesse, all five toes plummeted into me and I cried out in extreme pleasure. Inch by inch, Victor wedged the foot into my opening, before pulling out and slamming it back in. I could feel my body tightening around the severed limb and with one final push, I exploded, coating my thighs and the foot in delicious, creamy cum.
Victor immediately brought the eldest brother's leg up to his mouth and cleaned it of my juices, his erection hard as steel, winking at me from just a few feet away. I wanted to throw him down on the floor and mate with him like a wild beast, but the night was still young and there was so much more to be done.
I stood up smiling and looked at the Walker brothers. Justin sat, passed out, in a pool of his own blood. I could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest, but it wouldn’t be long, and just as the thought crossed my mind, Justin took his last breath.
My revenge on the eldest was complete.
Chapter Six
Thomas was unlike his brothers in many ways. As the second born, he had always been sort of a loner when I had seen him. In a lot of ways, his silence and uncaring nature made him one of the ones I hated the most.
“You never laid a hand on me, or spoke to me out of turn, Thomas. When your older and younger brothers picked on Leon and I, or shoved us in the toilet for swirlies, you just watched. Now, you’ll never watch anything ever again.”
With my glove firmly in place, I grabbed the hot metal spoon Victor took off the torch. Walking up to Thomas, I watched in fascination as he pleaded with me to stop what I was doing with just his eyes. I smiled and bent down to meet his gaze.
Grabbing him by the hair, I tilted his head back and plunged the spoon into his eye socket. Unlike his brother, Thomas fainted on impact, stealing from me the joy of listening to him scream. I continued anyway.
Like a hot knife through butter, I moved the spoon around his orbital bone, and scooped out his offending balls of sight. Never again would he watch by, complacent in the horrendous acts of his brothers.
Once both eyes sat in my non-gloved hand, I dropped the spoon and rushed over to Victor.
“Let’s make him watch!” I giggled.
I turned both orbs in my hand so the wide eyed pupils faced one direction and Victor and I headed over to the unconscious brother. Victor kicked Thomas in the stomach, and when that didn’t rouse the man, he went back to the stairs for the smelling salts.
For a split second, I wasn’t sure if the salts had worked, but when Thomas screamed, I knew he was awake.
Victor spit in his own hand and stroked his cock before straddling Thomas’s body. He turned back to me and winked. “Are you both watching?” He asked.
“Oh we’re watching,” I drooled.
With one deft movement, Victor plunged his cock into Thomas’s gaping eye sockets, his mouth forming a delightful ‘O’ that had me dripping once more. Even after multiple orgasms, it didn’t take more than two or three minutes for Victor to pull out of the second brother's skull and turn to face me. I lowered my hands just as Victor's cock shot out his salty, thick, cream all over the offending balls cradled in my palms.
Picking up each one, I sucked Victor’s cum off of them before depositing them on the deep freezer with Justin’s leg.
My revenge on the second brother was complete.
Chapter Seven
Of all the brothers, the third one was probably the one I despised the most. Like Thomas, Jerry never spoke ill towards me, and he never joined in on the tricks his younger brothers liked to play on Leon and me. My issue with him was more psychological.
Killing him was going to be symbolic in ways that only Jerry, Victor and I would understand. My blood boiled with the thought as I walked
