Baby Does Her Laundry...

[Depraved]

One fine day, a lovely young girl named Vera-Ellen had to do some laundry. She was miles from home, in a big city. She had run away, and was staying in a friend's van while she waited to make it big in films. She'd been gone for about a week, and her clothes were starting to stink. And her friend kind of smelled bad too. She figured that was mostly due to decay.
So, she went to the local laundromat to do her washing, but it was closed. She stood out front of it for a while, confused and wondering what to do. Leaning against the wall with her basket of clothes in her arms, she was evetually approched by a handsome fellow who introduced himself as Sully. The man told her that she could use the laundry room where he lived. While she waited, she could hang out in his apartment and listen to music. And he claimed to have lots of ice cold beer.
And she loved nothing more than to get fucked up.
And find something to do...
She was struck again by how nice everyone had been to her. She'd been told that the big city was full of rude, strange people that had evil intentions. She hadn't met a one yet, however. Such friendly folk, these city slickers.
Sully seemed delighted to have her over. He said that he had lots of friends who would love to meet her. She was overcome with pride. Folks wanting to meet her, of all people!
On the way over, she told him all about her ambitions to be a movie star. She didn't think she could wait to get to his place when he told her he had connections in the movie industry. She had big dreams, did Vera-Ellen. She wanted fame so bad she could taste it.
They took a long time in getting to his apartment, which was much farther away than he had said. Oh, well. She figured, he was doing her a favor, so she'd forgive him. It was too bad he had to live in such a run-down part of town. And his place was such a mess. Back home, they wouldn't let the pigs live in such conditions. It plain ruined the meat.
Scully was such a gentleman. He cleared off a space on the couch for her to sit, then immediately went to the kitchen to fetch her a beer. In a glass, even. She was sure getting the royal treatment. He sat across from her, and seemed almost desperate to have her drink it. Such hospitality. The beer tasted kind of funny, but not wanting to seem ungrateful, she drank it quickly, then asked for another.
After a few minutes, Sully's friends started showing up. It was strange, really; they all seemed to owe him money. After seeing her, they all remembered, and gave him fat stacks of cash without question, while he just sat back in his overstuffed easy chair, grinning from ear to ear. Such gentlemen, all of them. Even if they were all heavily tattooed bikers. Not surprising, really; Sully was a heavily tattooed biker himself.
And this group seemed to defer to him as if he were royalty. She figured he must be the leader of this group, and considered herself lucky. No bottom feeders for her! She only ran with the leaders of the pack.
Sully was quick to fetch her another beer, which she decided to drink more slowly. The noise level grew louder with every new arrival, and the living room filled up quickly. She wondered vaguely why there weren't any other girls at what was turning out to be quite the party, but her concerns were easily forgotten when a new arrival brought out his pipe, and offered her a hit of his weed.
She took a long toke, choking a little as she exhaled. It sure didn't taste like the weed she got back home, but she figured these folks must have better connections than she did. It made her feel different, too; but she didn't care. She loved to get high, and didn't much care how she got that way.
After a while, it occurred to her that she should get her laundry started. The boys told her not to worry, that they would help her with her clothes when the time came. They all laughed at that, and she wondered why.
It was getting awfully hot in the apartment. She loosened her top, and felt every eye in the room on her. She loved male attention so much. It really made her feel special. So she undid a few more buttons.
They all stared at her exposed cleavage like they'd never seen breasts before. She was awfully proud of her titties, and was glad they had finally filled in. She'd been so gawky for so long, and hadn't gotten half the attention she'd wanted until now.
She was having such fun with these boys, and she felt great. She remembered partying with the boys back home, but it hadn't been anything like this. They were too afraid of her daddy to treat her right. She was right to have run away, and said so to the entire room.
They all found it incredibly amusing, and made sure to tell the new group of guys all about it when they arrived. More bikers, these; she wondered if there was a convention in town. Some kind of rally. She asked them where the party was, and they just laughed and laughed.
She hoped that she could hang out with her new friends for a while. They were really cool, and they treated her like an adult. She thought it was unfair that just because she was underage, she didn't get to have any fun. Seventeen was old enough, dammit!
She laughed and laughed, feeling fine. She started swaying to the music playing on the radio, tossing her shiny blonde hair. She absolutely loved Bowie. He made her feel like dancing. She got up onto the coffee table and kicked off the ragged, dirty magazines piled up on them. Singing under her breath, she shut her eyes and swayed.
"She'll break your heart one day...then she'll laugh as she walks away..."
What fun!!!
She couldn't stop laughing! The room was starting to look funny, so she closed her eyes for a moment. Stars danced behind her lids, and she felt like she could fly off into them, if she wanted to. She was never, ever going home. The men started hooting and cheering. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so alive.
She heard a commotion near the apartment's front door, and opened her eyes. There was some kind of fight going on out in the hall. She hopped down from the coffee table, and headed over to see.
One of the men surrounding her took her by the arm and stopped her. He asked her where she thought she was going, and that struck her as funny. She laughed again, and tore her arm out of his grasp.
No matter how fucked up she might be, nobody disrespected Vera-Ellen.
Vera-Ellen turned and challenged her assailant.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?"
She raised a warning hand and waved it in his face.
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The man shook his shaggy head and growled at her, lunging in to grab at her again. Vera-Ellen danced out of his reach, and darted in to sock him one, landing a punch that would no doubt soon blacken his eye. He roared in rage, and charged at her, only to be pulled back by several of his friends.
"Don't do it man..." they cautioned him, "Sully'll have your ass if you mark his new girl."

She cackled upon hearing that.
"Who say's I'm Sully's girl, huh?"
She put both hands on her hips and tossed her head.
"Nobody owns Vera-Ellen!"
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and turned to meet Sully's gaze. He looked down at her gently and smiled.
"Ok, ok...it's okay, little girl..."
He stroked her shoulder and upper arm with a strong, gentle hand. She settled a bit, leaning into him.
"My boys are just saying that I'm looking out for you...pretty girl like you, nobody looking out for her...who knows what could happen in a rough town like this..."
"Vera-Ellen, huh? That's a pretty name."
She smirked at her assailant, and turned to face Sully again.
"Sully, sweetie?"
She reached her arms up around his shoulders, and lightly crossed her wrists behind his neck.
"That mean fella there scared me plain silly!"
Trailing one hand down his neck, she traced a line with her fingernail along his collarbone. She noticed absently that his nipples stiffened up immediately. Looking deep into his warm hazel eyes, she smiled sweetly. Leaning into him, she pressed her firm young breasts against his chest.
"Would you do me a little, tiny favor then?"
He glanced over the crowd now filling the room, then nodded down at her.
"Sure thing, little girl..."
Showing her pearly whites in a broad grin, she leaned up to kiss him on his jaw.
"Kill that sumbitch for me, would you?"
She had to walk down a narrow hallway for a good ten feet before going through a second, open door and into the main room. Sully's quarters were less a bedroom, and more a suite of rooms. The two windows on the far wall were both painted black and nailed shut. The door to a private bathroom stood wide open in the far corner. A bare bulb hung from the fixture in the ceiling, casting harsh light on the room she stood in.
Dirty laundry lay piled in heaps on the floor surrounding the king sized bed that Sully now lay on, beckoning to her with an imperious hand. A loud, complicated stereo system took up most of one corner, and a bureau stood in another, black cloth draped over the mirror above it. A gigantic heap of cocaine sat piled on the mirror sitting on the bureau, and she ran to it shrieking in glee. Sully sat up on the bed, piling pillows behind him as he leaned against the headboard.
"Go ahead, sweetheart...have a toot. Nothing's too good for my little girl."
She paused for a moment, thinking of her daddy. She missed him terribly, but he didn't understand her anymore. Nobody did.
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Shaking her head as the burning gave way to delicious numbness, Vera-Ellen rubbed her face with the back of her hand. She felt amazing. This shit was great! The stuff back home had been stepped on more times than the sidewalk outside, but what could you do? It was a seller's market. Sully must have some serious connections. She strolled over to where he lay, and gave him a wicked smile.
"So, what do I have to do to change your mind?"
Sully lay back, propped up against the bed. He patted his crotch, and grinned. Vera-Ellen walked over to the bed and crawled along up his body, stopping at his groin to meet his eyes shyly.
"I've never done this before...I'm kinda scared."
He laughed a little, and ground his erection up against her chin.
"Just put it in your mouth, little girl. Pretend it's your favorite candy and suck, suck, suck!"
She frowned a bit, and shook her head.
"What if you hurt me?"
She looked down at his cock, straining against his stained blue jeans. Her eyes grew round, and she drew back.
"I mean, it's sooo big and all...I could choke!"
He whined a little, and reached down to take her hand. "Feel this, girlie...it's all for you!"
She blushed a pretty pink, and shook her head even more, sending her blonde curls flying every which way.
"I don't know...maybe, if you couldn't move around so much?"
He grinned at this, and said, "You know, girlie; I have just the answer to that."
He reached into the bedside table, and pulled out two black silk scarves.
"I don't usually do this right away with a girl, but you seem especially mature. You do me, and then I'll do you." He held them out to her almost desperately, lust burning in his gaze.
She said again, "I don't know...oh, I guess so."
And tied his hands tightly to the bedposts, leaving him exposed.
She crawled up him again, covering him with her heated flesh. He shut his eyes and moaned expectantly, shivering in delight as she slowly caressed his skin. He shouted out loud.
"All right! Right on, girlie!! Give it to me good!"

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She straddled him as the shouting from the other room grew louder. They called out rude, terrible things; challenging her to do him right.
She intended to.
Tipping her head back, she howled like a wolf bitch, and reached down to the sheath strapped securely to her leg.
Sully started, and opened his eyes in confusion when she covered his mouth with her hand. Vera-Ellen struggled to hold his face still while she rode him, bringing the gleaming knife edge up for him to see. A thin sliver of light danced along the blade, and nearly hypnotized him with fear. His struggles ceased, and he held very still. Only his eyes moved, to follow her knife as she stroked his face with it.
"You know, Sully...we don't really know each other all that well, do we?" She giggled a little bit, and ground her pussy hard against his still straining cock. All this action was getting her excited. She was finally having some real fun. She took her hand from his face, and cautioned him with mock seriousness.
"You better keep real quiet, Sully baby; I'd hate to have my hand slip."
She put the knife to his throat, and laid the edge against his tender skin. Parting her thighs a little more, Vera-Ellen undid her fly and slid her hand in, stroking herself with her free hand. She shut her eyes for a moment and gave herself to her need. She worked herself almost brutally, moaning and eventually shrieking in ecstatic bliss.
Finally, she opened her eyes and gave him a slow smile, then tipped her head to one side, appearing mildly perplexed.
"You know, you never even asked where it was that I ran away from, did you?"
Digging the tip of her knife into his cheek, she twisted it carefully, and gouged out a divot of meat. She giggled helplessly as he jerked and twitched beneath her. Her hand moved back to his mouth as she popped the chunk of flesh from her knife to her lips. She swallowed it before his horrified eyes as he began to scream and scream.
The catcalls from the other room grew even louder. She covered his mouth again and shook her head.
"Mustn't give the game away, Sully...not when we're having such fun!"
He bucked wildly, nearly shaking her off of him. She calmly stuck the knife in his eye, holding the point carefully between his eye and his lid.
"You never even wondered why they put me in there, did you?"

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He held absolutely still, eyeball fixed nervously on the knife point stuck in his eye. It hadn't punctured anything just yet, and he hoped like hell that it was going to stay that way. She shoved a rag into his mouth, and he recoiled at the foul intrusion.. The little bitch had gagged him with his dirty laundry! What appeared to be underwear, no less. His eyes watered, and he fought nausea.
Vera-Ellen looked down at him with utter contempt.
"You better not puke, you know."
Leaving the knife wedged carefully between eye and lid, she rested the haft against the bridge of his nose, got up off the bed and wandered back over to the coke. Expertly chopping up a rail, she glanced back at him, lying helpless on the bed.
"I don't want you dead just yet."

[Depraved]

She wandered back to the rumpled bed, shading her reddened eyes from the harsh light of the bare, hanging bulb. She leaned over Sully, and shook his shoulder lightly. He cringed away, turning his purpling face from her. His left eye was swollen, and leaking bloody tears.

"Aw, honey; don't be that way now...I didn't mean to hurt you."
She sighed.
"The knife just slipped, okay?"
Smiling at him sweetly, she changed her tone of voice. With a disturbing brightness, she spoke again.
"Would a nice, fat line make you feel better?"
He nodded, but kept his face turned away. She stroked his cheek with her dainty hand, and murmured something low. He shuddered again, and wet himself. She sighed, and shook her head.
"That's not the way to earn a treat, Sully."

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She brought the knife back up to his face, and stroked his cheek with the flat of the blade. He stared at her, shaking, as she patted his face with an impatient hand.
"I don't think you're even trying to have fun...I'm having to do all the work here..."
She pulled the gag from his mouth with distaste.
"So, Sully; I could really go for another beer. You know where a girl could find one?"
He worked his mouth for a moment, watching her eyes. She stood over him, knife poised. He chose his words carefully.
"There's plenty of beer in the kitchen."
She cocked her head and looked at him strangely.
"You gonna be all right while I'm gone?"
Vera-Ellen smiled, and walked to the foot of the bed.
"Now, you're gonna have to work with me here."
She yanked on the bottom sheet with both hands, and frowned as he just lay there with fear in his eyes.
"Pick your damned self up, so I can strip the bed!"
She cursed in frustration, and pulled again. This time, he complied, and shifted around enough so that she could remove the sodden sheet, leaving the mattress bare. She wadded up the urine soaked cloth carefully, managing to avoid touching the stains.
She glared at him with suspiscion.
"I really don't trust you not to be a tattle-tale, Sully."
Whipping his head back and forth wildly, he jerked away from Vera-Ellen as she moved back over to where he lay. She forced the fouled sheets between his teeth, then flashed him a picture perfect smile.
"If you're a good boy while I'm gone, I'll let you have a beer!"

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She walked through the first door, and went down the narrow hallway to the second, then leaned against the door. The crowd sounded pretty rowdy out there, and she hesitated to just stroll in. She might be naive, but her mama hadn't raised no fool.

Grinning, she raised her hand and struck herself across the face several times. Her lip split under the blows, and she watched her blood spray out in a brief arc. Vera-Ellen then prodded the corner of her reddened eyes with her delicate fingernails, until tears flowed down to coat her cheeks.

Now she was ready.

Head down, Vera-Ellen opened the door and stumbled into the room, and ran right into a wide, denim covered chest. She looked up through frightened, tearstained eyes and flinched away from Clem. He grabbed her by the upper arms.
"Where do you think you're going, little girl?" he rumbled, satisfaction oozing from every pore. He held her at arms length and looked her over.
"Sully seems to have brought your snooty ass down a notch or two, huh?"
He grinned, and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to face him. She refused to look at him, until he shook her lightly.
"Well, girlie? Did he teach you some manners or what?"
In a trembling voice close to tears, Vera-Ellen replied quietly.
"Yeah, he really showed me what was up."
She met Clem's eyes briefly, then looked away.
"He sent me out here to get some supplies. I'm supposed to bring him some cold beer."
She hung her head again, turning her face away; then whispered to Clem.
"Sully says the party's over. You're supposed to clear everyone out of here."
A sob catching in her throat, she continued.
"When you're done with that, you're supposed to come back and teach me a lesson too."

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She tore herself from his grasp. Clem grinned from ear to ear.
"I thought he might say something like that!"
He turned to the roomful of men.
"You cocksuckers need to clear on out of here!"
She ran for the kitchen, feeling the eyes of every man there on her.
"As soon as you asshole are gone..."
Clem roared at them with smug pride, and slapped Vera-Ellen on her ass as she ran back towards the room with the beer.
"I'm gonna get me a piece of that action!"
Shutting the second door behind her, Vera-Ellen clutched the sixpack to her chest and leaned back against it, laughing hysterically. She stumbled over to the bureau, popping open a beer against the top drawer handle. She took a refreshing pull from her icy cold brew, then turned to watch the door. Sully squirmed against his restraints, and she dashed over to him with glee.
"I thought you might like some company, Sully my friend!"
She pulled the gag from his mouth, and poured her beer down his throat, completely unmindful of his choking.
"There now...is that better?"
She heard the first door open, and reached for her knife.

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She leaned down and swiftly ran the blade up the inside of Sully's thigh, just missing his femoral artery. She got a good vein, though; blood immediately poured out to soak the bare mattress. Bloody knife in hand, Vera-Ellen started giggling quietly, and dashed across the room to stand beside the door. She flicked off the light switch just in time, leaving the room lit only by the dim glow spreading under from the hallway light. Clem swaggered into the room, and stood in the doorway, peering into the room.
"Jeez, boss...why is it so dark in here?"

[Depraved]

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took his time making sense of the scene before him. He made a soft, helpless sound as it all came clear. He stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open.

As Clem stood gaping at the bloody mess on Sully's bed, Vera-Ellen darted past him, slashing him across his belly in a long movement. She brought the knife back again, twisting the blade inside him and dragging it back across. She jerked it free, and jumped back as he grunted and wheezed.
Surprise spreading across his face, he looked down at the widening slit. The weight of his entrails pushed through the opening, sliding out in a slippery rush of guts. He grabbed clumsily with hands slowed by shock, seizing at the purple-streaked sausages now slithering from his stomach. The loops in his fingers hung slack as the main body of his intestinal tract slopped over his shoes in a stinking pile.

Vera-Ellen laughed at him haughtily.
"I think I learned me a pretty good lesson, don't you?"
He looked over her shoulder, and shouted in aggreived desperation.
"Don't just stand there, Cheever! Fucking help me!"

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Vera-Ellen laughed again.
"Goddamn, Clem...don't you know your boss's name by now?"
She tossed her golden hair and took a long pull of her beer as Clem struggled with his wriggling guts.
"I mean, that asshole on the bed was going by Sully the last time I cut him!"
She examined her bloody knife with joy. She turned her head, eyes full of surprised alarm, when she heard a voice from the shadows beyond the bed.
"I think the dumb fucker you just gutted is referring to me."

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Flipping the knife in her hand, Vera-Ellen searched the shadows that lay beyond Sully's bloody bed. A slim figure leaned against the doorframe, watching her with interest.
She bared her teeth and snarled out a greeting.
"Well howdy there...asshole!"
She met his gaze with furious indignation. She could barely make him out in the dim light, but it looked like he was smiling.
"I knew I left that fucking door closed."
She stood proud, bloody knife poised. He stepped from the bathroom and into the dim light.
His pale hair was combed back over his ears in a grown-out prison cut. Intense blue eyes twinkled with delight as he took another step closer to her. His smile grew wider as he approached her. Looking down at Sully bleeding on the bed, he laughed a little.
"A little darlin' like you oughta keep her windows locked at night, don't you think?"Vera-Ellen tossed her head again, impatient with his games.
What the fuck do you think you're doing here...Cheever, is it?"
He nodded, then looked past her with alarm.
She struggled furiously as Clem wrapped his hands around her throat. She ground her heel into his instep, and tumbled to the floor with him in a tangle of bloody intestines. She swung out wildly with her knife, and caught him across his face, slicing open one of his bulging eyes. A gush of fluids sprayed across her face, and she recoiled as he used the last of his strength to throttle her.
With her last breath, Vera-Ellen cursed herself, and that Cheever asshole. She'd let herself get distracted! Daddy would be so ashamed of her. She worked her knife back up to strike again, and snarled as she slashed at Clem aimlessly. Her throat burning, she watched the room turn slowly black.

[Depraved]

Choking and spitting, Vera-Ellen swam back up into consciousness. She could feel the heavy weight of Clem's body still lying partway on her, and the slick warmth of his entrails wrapped around her. Sliding around in his vital juices, she stretched and opened her eyes.
She screamed when she saw Clem's face staring down at her, then narrowed her eyes in suspiscion at the slack expression it wore. Noticing the fresh blood running down the forehead, she leaned her head back and laughed out loud.
"Oh, very fucking funny..."
From behind the mask he'd made of Clem's skinned face, Cheever just stared at Vera-Ellen. Taken aback at Vera-Ellen's far from typical response, he just stared as she pushed Clem's corpse off of her and drew herself upright. He made no argument when she took the beer he'd been pouring on her face, and just watched her as she drank it down.
Looking down at the partly flayed Clem's bloodstained remains, she wiped her face with her hand, and laughed again.
"I thought I was a goner there...glad you stepped in"
A hard look crept across her face as she regarded him with suspiscion.
"Now, why exactly did you help me?"

Cheever pushed the mask up over his face, resting it on the top of his head in a mashed pile of twisted features. He shut his eyes and wiped at the blood slicking his face before meeting her gaze with a strange question burning behind deceptively lovely blue eyes.
"Guess I couldn't stand seeing a pretty girl like you get hurt..."
Vera-Ellen stared at him for a moment, incredulous; she laughed again.
"Oh, try another one on me, you fucking joker!"
His jaw dropped as she continued.
"I'd bet you cash money that a fucking joker like you doesn't do favors for anyone."
She smirked at him, then smiled enticingly.
"Unless there was a little something in it for you, of course."
Vera-Ellen sat down on the end of the bureau, and indicated the pile.
"Care to partake?"
She scooped up some of the white powder in in her hand, and held it out to him with an innocent smile. He took a step toward her, and leaned forward. She flung the handful of cocaine into his eyes and tackled him with a howling scream. She wrestled him to the ground as he choked and sputtered, fighting him for possesion of her knife. Blade secure in her hand, she rolled away in a quick movement, leaving him rolling around on the carpet with his hands over his face and hollering.
"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"

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Cheever finally stopped spazzing long enough to sit up, wiping at his face.
Sitting on the end of the dresser, Vera-Ellen laughed and laughed.
"You look just like a fucking clown with that shit all over your face!"
She covered the mouth of her beer bottle with her finger, gave it a good shake, then sprayed him with foam.
Growling, he shook his head, then started laughing quietly. She joined in after a moment, but kept her knife poised and her eyes sharp.
When Sully moaned piteously, they both turned their heads to look.
Sully lay on the now filthy mattress, naked and covered in blood.
"What's going on?" he cried weakly, and shuffled his feet against the matress.
Vera-Ellen glared at him impatiently.
"Ain't you dead yet?"
Cheever looked back at her, and considered her carefully.
"So, you did this to him?"
She nodded her head.
"Trust me, fella; I'm not half done with him either."
Cheever watched her as she moved back over to stand by Sully, and watched with rising excitement as he cringed away from her; making small noises deep in his throat, he looked up at Cheever with pleading eyes.
"Jesus Christ, Drifty; get this bitch away from me!"
Sully jerked mightily at his bonds, hands purpled and stiff. He began crying softly, tears loosening the clotted blood in his eyes.
"I'll give you anything, man; fucking anything!"
Cheever grinned at Vera-Ellen.
"And you wonder why I helped you out?"
He gestured grandly at the pleading Sully.
"Well, there's your fucking answer!"

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Cheever reached down, grabbed a good handful of Sully's long, greasy hair, and held his head up at a painful angle. Vera-Ellen began to giggle helplessly, and bent down to plant a wet, smacking kiss on Sully's cheek. He started flailing and kicking his legs, causing fresh blood to soil the mattress further as his wound reopened.
Cheever reached out and pinched the wound shut, staunching the flow of blood.
"Where'd you hide the fucking money, Sully?"
He released his hold for a moment, and watched the rapidly flowing blood seep into the mattress. He pinched it off again, and leaned down to speak again.
"Better tell me quick. I don't suppose you have a lot of time left if I don't help you, and that girlfriend of yours is getting pretty impatient."
Sully shook his head.
"That crazy bitch isn't my girlfriend! She's just some dumb piece of pussy I picked up over on Broadway."
He shut his eyes for a moment and shuddered.
"Fuck, man...watch your back around that little cunt...she's off her fucking rocker."
Laughing, Vera-Ellen brought her blade down to trace the design tattooed onto Sully's shoulder and upper arm.
"A snake, huh?"
A slow gleam built in her eyes as she considered it carefully.
"You know, Cheever; I have always wanted a tattoo..."
Cheever leaned over Sully's body to put a careful hand on Vera-Ellen's knife hand, holding her still for a moment as she watched him with careful eyes.
"Say, girlie; would you mind holding this shut for just a second? I have a few things to ask Sully here before he bleeds to death, and I'm starting to think I might need both hands."
She nodded, and slipped her hand under his to make the switch. As Cheever rooted around in the laundry surrounding the bed for a moment, she took the opportunity to ask him a few things."
"So, Cheever...or is it Drifty?"
He nodded, scanning the floor for something useful.
"Either will do. But Drifty suits me better."

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"Well, all right...Drifty...what exactly are you doing here?"
"Right now, I'm looking for a bandage."
With a small cry of triumph, he pounced upon a pair of dirty fishnet stockings. Waving them aloft, he trotted back to the bed and tied them tightly around the gaping slash. The blood immediately slowed to a trickle. Drifty smiled, and a predatory look came upon his handsome face.
"Now, were you gonna tell me where you put our money?"
He met Vera-Ellen's eyes over Sully's body. They shared a conspiratorial grin.
"Or is this sexy little blonde girl gonna finish what she started?"
Sully looked from Vera-Ellen back to Drifty.
"What money are you talking about, man? I haven't seen you in years."
Drifty shook his head in disappointment.
"Don't tell me you don't remember that last haul we made?"
He whistled as Sully looked confused.
"There must've been close to fifty thousand dollars in that truck...now where the fuck did it go?""Jesus, Driftwood; that was fucking years ago!"
He let loose with an exasperated sigh.
"That money's long gone...spent on hookers, guns and dope."
Vera-Ellen eyed Sully's tattoo again, and made a shallow cut alongside it. Sully started mewling in pain, and continued.
"I have some money here, man...jesus, make her stop!"
Drifty nodded slightly, and Vera-Ellen stopped.
"So, what the fuck? Should I just make a new name up for you?"
Drifty looked at her with slight confusion.
"What the hell are you going on about now?"

She didn't answer, and frowned for a moment as she made another cut.
Sully screamed again, and started begging.
"Goddamnit, man...jesus fucking christ! Make her stop! Make her stop!"
Drifty sighed again, and watched her bleed him.
"I recommend you tell me something I want to hear, Sully...I don't think she wants to stop. And quite frankly, if you don't start yapping on about something good, I may step in and help her."
Vera-Ellen stopped cutting, and looked up from her work with a curse.
"Goddamnit! Why can't I ever get this part right!"

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She threw her hands up in the air, and went back over to the bureau.
"Cheever...Drifty...Driftwood...whatever the fuck your name is...how did you get the skin off of Clem's face in one piece?"
She looked at him with frustrated rage.
"Every time I try, it just comes apart under my knife."
"Fuck! Fine, call me whatever you want!"
He walked over to where she leaned against the bureau, and got himself another beer. He took a long drink, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"I don't even know your name."
She pouted at him, and punched lightly on the arm.
"That's cause I haven't told you, silly!"
Sully moaned again, and started babbling.
"Money's in the bathroom...in a box under the sink..."
The two stared at each other for a moment, then began to cavort around the room. Chasing him with her knife in hand, Vera-Ellen made no real effort to cut him.
"You fucker! Tell me your real name!"
He dodged another slash, and ducked low to try a leg sweep. She jumped out of range, giggling madly.
"Not until you tell me yours!"
Sully moaned again.
"The guns...the guns are in a box...check under the couch..."
They both ignored him.
They giggled and hooted for a while, racing around the room after one another, skidding and skating around in the spreading puddle that surrounded what was left of Clem. Vera-Ellen was ecstatic. She hadn't had this much fun in years. Not since she was a kid. She squished back across the sodden carpet, wandering back over to where Sully lay bound on the bed.
"You know, buddy; he isn't looking so good."

[Depraved]

Lying down next to Sully, she snuggled up close. Frowning, she looked up at her Drifty and asked, "Why isn't he waking up?" She stuck her tongue in Sully's ear to try and wake him.
Arching a wicked brow, Drifty walked over to where they lay.
"I don't know...maybe he's all used up."
Putting his fingers to Sully's throat, he felt for a pulse. Smiling, he reassured her.
"Looks like he's got a little juice left in him...let's see if we can wake him up."
He went over to the bureau, picked up the mirror, and carried it over to stand by Sully, careful not to spill the powder that lay heaped on it.
He set the mirror down by Sully's head, and took a step back.
"Careful you don't spill that, girlie...we may end up needing all of it."
Smiling, he reached up under his half-buttoned shirt, and pulled out a wicked looking blade. Vera-Ellen gasped in delight, and pulled herself upright. Mindful of the plate of coke sitting on the bed, she practically danced in in her seat in anticipation. Reaching out her little hands, she all but sang her request.
"Lemme see! Lemme see! Oh, pretty please, won't you let me see?"
He leaned his head back, and seemed to consider her request.
"Now, I don't know..."
She clasped her hands together in front of her, and begged.
"Oh, please won't you let me play with it? I'll be ever so good!"

[Depraved]

With a silly little half smile, he relented. Handing her the knife, he cautioned, "Now don't you go cutting yourself with this, you hear me?"
She giggled and grabbed it, immediately running her finger along the blade.
"Owww!!!"
Sticking her bleeding finger into her pretty little mouth, she eyed the knife with wonder. It was truly a thing of beauty. She turned it this way and that, watching the patterns the light made as it danced along the blade.
"Wow...this is really nice"
She turned it over in her hands, feeling the balanced perfection of its weight. She looked up at him, and pulled her finger from her mouth.
"Now, why on earth would you use my knife when you had an angel like this?"
Laughing, he took the knife from her and replied.
"Baby girl, you have a lot to learn."
He took hold of Sully's limp arm with one hand, pulling the skin tight around the muscle. He dug in carefully with his shiny new knife, carving the meat open with ease. As the blood ran down from the fresh injury, Sully twitched. As Vera-Ellen watched with wide eyes, Drifty held the wound open, scooped up a palmful of cocaine, and packed it into the hole.
Sully twitched again, and groaned.
As the blood seeped up through the snow white powder, Drifty leaned down and snorted up a toot.
"Goddamn! I say, goddamn!"
Vera-Ellen laughed and pointed at him.
He shook his head, and wiped the bloody residue from his face.
"What!"
Vera-Ellen pointed wordlessly, and covered her face with her hand to stifle laughter.
He scrubbed at his nose for a moment, then joined in.
"You had me going there, for a second."

[Depraved]

Vera-Ellen leaned over to take her turn, and was disappointed to find the bleeding stopped. Drifty took Sully's other arm, and cut it open carefully. She was ready with her handful of cocaine, and packed it in almost before he got his knife clear. This time, Sully immediately awoke.
As soon as Sully started shrieking, Vera-Ellen shoved another dirty rag into his mouth. Snuffling like a little piggie, she rooted around his arm and teased him before sniffing up her share from his open wound.
He writhed in horrified pain, and started shaking all over. Sweat ran from every pore as the drugs burned through his system, and he ground his teeth against the gag in agonized rage. Muffled howling issued through the cloth.
Vera-Ellen smoothed his troubled brow with a tender hand, then wiped it on her bloodstained jeans. She rubbed her face with the back of her hand again, and once more shook her head.
"I sure am glad we've got a good supply of gags laying around."
Drifty nodded.
"I don't know how long I could listen to this dumb bastard holler."
They both started to speak, then stopped. Continuing in unison, they spoke as one.
"Maybe we should just cut out his tongue..."

[Depraved]

Sully heard that, and started banging his head against the bed.
Drifty yanked the gag out of his mouth, and leaned in close.
"You ready to talk yet, you dumb fuck?"
Sully moaned again.
He slapped him across the face, and brought his knife up.
"You dumb bastard! I told you to talk! I hope this moaning and groaning shit is working out for you, cause it isn't doing shit for me!"
Bringing the blade down alongside Vera-Ellen's favorite ink, he began to slice away.
"Now, baby girl; watch carefully. See how I cut all the way through the skin, then keep up the tension while I move the knife along?"
He indicated his progress with his other hand. She nodded, absorbed in her lesson. He slid his fingers in under Sully's tattoo and began to pull up the loosened skin as he cut. When he finally pulled the design free, she giggled like a child, and clapped her hands in delight.
"Can I try it on now? Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh?"
She took the dripping skin from Drifty's blood soaked hands, turning it over in her hands to view the weeping spiderweb of veins that covered the underside.
"It's not half as pretty on this side!"
A strange, dark look rose up in Drifty's eyes as she played with her new tattoo.
"I don't know about that...things like that have their own special beauty."
He sprinkled cocaine over the bleeding hole in Sully's shoulder, waking him up again. The bleeding stopped again, replaced by more tiresome screams. Drifty took the rag and shoved it into Sully's mouth once more.
"I am sick and tired of hearing you complain!"

[Depraved]

Vera-Ellen looked down at Sully, and modeled her bloody new ink.
"So, do you like my new tat?"
His eyes grew wide, and practically bulged out of his head, recognizing his tattoo as it bled across her shoulder, staining her shirt. He started shaking again, and this time they all heard the tiny bones in his wrists breaking as he sobbed against his gag.
Drifty leaned down again, and stilled him with a touch.
"So, do you have anything interesting to say yet?"
He removed the gag once again, listening with pure pleasure as Sully began to sing like a bird.
"You gotta promise to let me go..."
He paused for a moment to catch his breath.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know...just stop hurting me, for god's sake..."
Vera-Ellen leaned in, and put her face close to his.
"God has nothing to do with what we're doing here."
She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his nose.
"Like he cares about you, anyway."
Taken aback, Sully shouted, spraying her face with spit.
"Fuck you both then!" With a sigh of frustration, he continued.
"You're gonna kill me anyway! Why should I fucking help you out?"
With a malevolent gleam in his bright blue eyes, Drifty smiled.
"Oh, you're going to die tonight...we're all on the same page about that."
Leaning in close, he put his face next to Vera-Ellen's and stared intently into Sully's eyes.
"I think you'll find out that we can make you fucking help us...and Lord knows, this baby girll here needs an education."

[Depraved]

All right, that's it for today...
Did you like it?
Am I a bad kid?
Either way, I had fun.
There's more where this came from, but I'm out of time for today.
Please let me know if you'd like me to continue.

[flabby_man22]

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