Angels Play Rough

When the boys body went into spasmsKim giggled. She was strangling the sweet young thing to death and it felt so damn good!  She loved the look of panic and fear and pain on his face. It was just too precious. A dozen people were partying nearby unaware that she was snuffing a boy right out in the open. Doing him up close and intimatelike this in such a public setting was risky.But that was part of the thrill. And part of why she didn’t have much time to spend torturing her boy before she snuffed him. A table full of people fifteenfeet away were starting to pay too much attention to the writhing boy. But the bar was noisy and chaotic and so far nobody had figured out the boy was thrashing and squeaking because he was slowly being choked to death. Still, she’d have to move this snuff along. Besides, there was her victim’sbuddy to consider.  Her boy’s friend would be back soon.

They’d picked up two boys and the cruel nurses were each going to snuff one of them apiece right here in the bar on this crazy New Year’s night.  They sadistic young women hadsent one boy to get them all more beer. With him out of the way Kim could snuff her boy in relative peace and private. But their second victim would be back soon. Kim would have to have this delicious boy snuffed by then. And then it’d be Lauren’s turn to torture a boyto death in semi-public.

Still, Kim wanted to get all the pleasure she could from her limited time with her prey. That’s why she was sitting on the boy’s lap facing him and with her legs straddling his thighs. She wanted to watch him and hear him and feel him and enjoy him as she put him through the most excruciating death she could arrange. That’s why the cruel nurse moved her hands slightly so the scarf around the kid’s neck could go a little slack. She’d let him breathe in a few life giving lungs full of air before she tightened the dark red silk scarf tight again. Letting him breathe some now would keep him alive longer and prolong his agony. And make it more fun for her.

Ever since she and Lauren snuffed that soldier boy a few months ago Kim had become obsessed with making men suffer and die for her. Lauren had too. Lauren was with her now, helping Kim snuff this innocent young man. The two wicked women had picked the two boys out at random twenty minutes ago. Their victims had come into the Cancun bar together. It was New Year’s Eve. The Mexican holiday had turned into a Caribbean Carnival type celebration with most everyone in costume. The girls realized that with their own faces hidden by masks and everyone else drunk they could probably get away with a semi-public snuff. And once they’d had the idea they just had to act on it.So they had. And Kim was taunting her victim now, enjoying his pain, reveling in his fear.

“I know baby. It hurts doesn’t it? Having trouble breathing hon? Well that won’t last much longer. We’re going to snuff you soon darlin. Then we’ll do your friend. I’m Kim by the way. And this is Lauren. Sorry honey but I’ve already forgotten your name. But I’ll remember this look on your face sweetheart. So scared. So much pain. You look good baby. Good enough to snuff.”

    Kim loved teasing the boys she tortured. It added to her pleasure. And increased the boy’s agony and terror. God she loved Mexico and its quirky holidays. And its corrupt and incompetent police. They’d have to make a tradition of coming down here every year to off a couple of boys. What better way to celebrate a holiday honoring the dearly departed than by adding to the list of the dead.

   Kim and Lauren were dressed in costume. Although their makeup made them unrecognizable it didn’t hide the fact  they were young and gorgeous. The thin black silk and lace gloves they wore would eliminate any incriminating fingerprints. They’d been in the mood to snuff out some innocent boy’s life. So they’d dressed to kill. And now they were. Killing that is. And celebrating. And having their own kind of wicked fun.

There were dozens of other people in the bar’s upstairs’ balcony. And none of them suspected a boy was dying just feet away. Kim liked that part of this snuff. Getting away with strangling a boy to death in public would be a thrill sure to bring on an epic orgasm. It’s why the two had decided on doing a boy in public. They’d picked this particular bar because it was always noisy and chaotic. The upstairs/downstairs split was a factor too. They knew they’d have to each snuff a boy themselves. The two story bar let them spilt up the prey.

“Hold him steady Lauren. He’s getting some of his strength back. Can you see his buddy down there? How long do I have to play with this one?”

    Lauren stole a look over the bar’s balcony railing. The two girls and their unlucky prey were on the second floor of the noisy and popular drinking hole. The place was packed with revelers, mostly twenty and thirty something year olds, all in costume, all using the bar’s infamous holiday celebration as an excuse to let their inner demons out. Kim and Lauren weren’t that much different from the other partiers. They just wanted to party to help them get in the mood for some wild sex and some wicked fun. Except unlike the other partiers in the bar Kim and Lauren found snuff to be a much more powerful aphrodisiac than the drugs and booze preferred by most of the patrons.

Lauren spotted their next victim waiting in line by the downstairs bar. The girls had sent him down to grab them all some more beer. Sending him to the bar also separated him from his buddy. Which let Kim snuff the one left behind more or less at her leisure. The boy downstairs would be awhile getting served. It was a busy night. The cruel nurses had known it’d take the boy a good twenty minutes to fetch fresh drinks. That would give Kim plenty of time to have some wicked fun with her snuff victim.

“He’ll be at least another fifteen minutes with that crowd in front of him Kim. Oh, what a dear. He just waved at me. Wasn’t that sweet lover. I’ll let him know how sweet I think he is when I snuff him.”

   Lauren waved back to the boy downstairs. And held up four fingers as she pretended to yell to the naïve young man below. She didn’t speak her words loud enough for the boy downstairs to hear. But Kim heard. So did the boy she was choking. Kim laughed. The boy she was strangling to death shuddered. And started to cry.

“Hi babe.” Lauren had whispered under her breath.

“Keep laughing you dumb  snuff toy.  And hurry back upstairs with our beers lover. Hurry so I can snuff you darlin.” Lauren said as she laughed at  her soon-to-be victim downstairs. Then she blew her downstairs prey a kiss. He waved, smiled and turned back tothe bar. Lauren and Kim giggled. Kim slapped her hand flat against the right ear of the boy she was slowly strangling to death. The boy winced in pain. She’d hit him hard enough to damage his ear drum. It hardly mattered. He wasn’t going to live long enough to do much in the way of hearing anymore.

The last time she’d tightened the scarf around her boy’s neck she’d caught him in mid scream. Her sudden wrenching of the silk cloth around his throat cut off his yell before the other patron’s in the bar realized the boy was fighting for his life and not just shouting for joy because he had a hot, sexy girl writhing on his lap. The handful of people across the room probably thought Kim was fucking the boy. She was too. Only not in the way any man wanted to get fucked. She didn’t know the boy. He was a complete stranger. An innocent. She’d grabbed him less than twenty minutes ago. But he was going to die tonight. Just so she could enjoy the delightful and intoxicating feeling of snuffing a boy simply for fun.

Her lover Lauren stood behind their prey, her arms wrapped around the boy so he couldn’t fight back or escape. Twenty feet away half a dozen drunk college kids danced and downed Jell-O shots on the Cantina’s balcony oblivious to the deadly drama playing out behind them. The two guys who’d just glanced Kim and Lauren’s way had nudged one another in envy of what they thought was happening to the guy sitting under Kim. In the dimly lit bar it looked like Kim was giving him a lap dance. In a way she was. At least she was getting aroused by the erotic nature of the snuff.

Twelve feet below the Cancun night spot’s balcony hundreds of young revelers partied on Kukulcau Street as though there were no tomorrow. The two sadistic women from Texas and the hapless boy from Chicago were surrounded by self-indulgent post college aged kids ignorant of the snuff occurring right in front of them. Everywhere you looked it was a party atmosphere. Kim and Lauren were certainly in a party mood. They were going to indulge their favorite activity with this brutal murder of a sweet boy right out in the open. It didn’t get much better than this.

The girls were in Mexico visiting Tricia Deering and Amanda Ryan. Twenty five miles south back at Tricia’s ranch there were half a dozen boys waiting to be tortured and snuffed. The four cruel women were going to spend the next week doing exactly that on a twenty five hundred acre Caribbean estate just south of the little town of Puerto Morelos. What better way to start the New Year than with a snuff party. Tomorrow they’d all get together and start a week of visiting and sunning themselves and drinking Margaritas by the sea as they enjoyed torturing some really fine young men to death in the secluded luxury of Tricia’s private ranch. But tonight Kim and Lauren wanted to play nasty with a boy out in the open. As a challenge. For the thrill of it. For the dirty nasty cruel sexual pleasure of it. Tonight they wanted to do a boy quick and rough and brutal.

In the resort towns of Mexico the traditional New Year’s celebration had changed over the last few years. Now it was celebrated more like the American style holiday. With some traditional Mexican aspects. For people Kim and Lauren’s age that meant outrageous costumes and drunken excess and wild kinky orgies and plenty of opportunity for sadistic girls to have their cruel fun. The two lovers had picked costumes for themselves both to hide their identities and to provide them a handy way to snuff a boy. Kim was dressed as a seventeenth century lady of the night, her scarf wrapped seductively around her waist, her flimsy white blouse leaving nothing to the imagination as the shape and size of her luscious breasts.If a boy stared hard enough he could see the outlines of her nipples poking against the sheer silk material. She looked stunning and provocative and utterly irresistible. The boy’s they’d picked up to kill had been mesmerized by the girl’s outfits.

Lauren was costumed as a sensual and sexual modern day zombie, her scarf looped loosely around her long slender neck. Her blouse was torn just right so her breasts looked like they’d pop out of the flimsy garment at any time. And her skirt was ripped so a boy could almost see her slit when she moved  just right. Which she’d done often when they’d first spotted their prey for the night. Both costumes showed off the girl’s considerable physical assets to great effect and also let the girls wear gloves. They’d leave no finger prints or DNA behind although the corruption and ineptness of the local police made that less of a concern than it would have been in Ft. Worth.

Which is one reason Kim and Lauren had picked this town and this bar to try out their very first public snuff.  Each girl wore one of those half masks that covered their eyes and nose. If there were camera’s in the run down bar the girls wouldn’t be recognized tonight. But most important of all were the strong colorful silk scarves both girls wore. The silk could be wrapped tight around a boy’s neck. And pulled tight. Which made it perfect for snuffing an innocent male. Especially since any boy Kim and Lauren picked wouldn’t deserve the fate the girls planned for him. That was sort of the point for the two cruel women. They were looking to do a fast, savage anonymous snuff. It looked like they’d succeed beyond their wildest expectations.

When the two good looking guys dressed up as baseball players wandered up the crowded stairs Kim and Lauren were ready. The curly blond haired Lauren grinned at her best friend and lover Kim. Prey had entered their trap. Time to play. Time to have some fun.

Kim made the initial move. She’d grabbed the first boy by the hand and pulled him back to the semi-secluded corner table. Lauren was right behind towing the second boy towards the girls’ chosen killing field. The girls planned on wrapping their scarves around their boy’s necks and strangling their chosen toys dead tonight. Right in the bar. Right in front of a hundred people.  There was no reason for it other than to have some wicked fun. The girls didn’t know these boys. It was just the luck of the draw that put these two boys in harm’s way, into Kim and Lauren’s way. This random act of violence would be inexplicable to all but Kim and Lauren. And to women like them who understood the delicious thrill and the wicked pleasure of snuffing boys for fun. The plan was devious and bold and wicked and just the thing to make for a memorable night.

The boy pinned in the chair with his eyes bulging out as Kim slowly strangled him to death was named Rob. His buddy was Steve. Kim had sent Stevie downstairs to pick up some more beer for their little party. Once the two evil nurses had Rob isolated they’d wasted no time moving in for the kill. Lauren had plopped down on a chair behind the table. She pulled Rob down on the chair beside her so he had his back to the wall.

As soon as Steve left Kim sat down on Rob’s lap, her legs straddling his, her face close to his. She could feel him get hard. She laughed. He mistook her seductive laugh for an invitation to play. Instead it was a signal to Lauren who silently moved behind the prey. Playfully the blond wrapped her red and black silk scarf twice around Rob’s neck then draped the ends down in front. Where Kim could get to them. Where Kim could pull on them. Where Kim could tighten the scarf into a noose around the boy’s neck and slowly strangle him.

Kim took hold of both ends of her lover’s scarf.  Lauren’s scarf was more than just a fashion accessory. It was high quality silk and strong enough to hang a man twice as heavy as Rob. Quickly pulling the expensive silk scarf tight around Rob’s neck Kim tightened the loop until her man was struggling to breathe.

Lauren arms were wrapped tight around Rob’s body pinning his arms to his side. She let herself slump slightly so she could use most of her body weight to hold Rob to the chair. They meant to strangle him to death.  He’d fight it. He’d try to escape their deadly embrace. At least the two girls hoped he did. Snuffing a man was always so much more fun when he fought back. Rob didn’t disappoint. He bucked and jerked and tried to twist free. Lauren giggled. She loved the way a man’s body felt when it was trying to cheat death.

“Hurts doesn’t it baby. Well, it should darlin. We’re going to snuff you Robbie boy. Look like you picked the wrong night to come into this bar baby. And guess what honey. When your buddy gets back with our beer we’re going to snuff him too. Happy New Year sweetie.”

Kim would alternately loosen and tighten the scarf wrapped around Rob’s neck. She wanted him dead but she wanted to enjoy his suffering while she snuffed him slow. Lauren had little trouble keeping their prey under control. Kim kept a lookout for Steve. Through a cutout in the balconies second floor wall she could see patrons were still stacked three deep in front of the bar below. He’d be there awhile. So there was plenty of time to play with Robbie.

The two cruel girls made the man suffer for a good fifteen minutes. The crowded and noisy Cantina helped their cause. Steve was held up at the bar trying to get them drinks. And the crowd was wild enough, knocking chairs and tables about so Rob’s thrashing and kicking and struggle to live went unnoticed by everyone other than Lauren and Kim. It was fabulous making him hurt like that, seeing the pain in his eyes, the terror, the confusion. Kim climaxed first. Lauren was kissing her when she did. Rob was close to death, his body mostly defeated. Lauren had little trouble pinning him to the chair. She leaned in and kissed Kim and felt her lover’s lips quiver and tremble as the orgasm shook the dark skinned girl tugging at the scarf around the boy’s neck.

Snuff wasn’t new for Kim and Lauren. A lonely and righteous and gorgeous soldier boy had been their first four months ago. They’d done two other boys since. Each had been special, fantastic, fun. And orgasmic. But this was different, this snuffing a boy in semi-public like this. They’d spent hours and hours torturing their first three victims. This snuff was over in fifteen minutes. But the thrill was just as intense, just as sweet, just as sexual.

Rob’s twitching and jerking body finally went still. Kim smiled, looked up at Lauren through half closed eyes, her body still rippling with pleasure from her snuff orgasm. The two kissed for a long time, Kim’s body still shivering from the erotic overload of strangling a boy in plain view of half a dozen vanillas. Lauren reluctantly released her lips from Kim’s and peeked over the railing. Stevie boy was still waiting at the bar. Lauren smiled down at her prey, waved, at their next victim down below and laughed. She couldn’t wait for his return so they could get him in a chair and she’d sit on his lap and tighten a scarf around his neck and strangle the life out of him. Soon baby Lauren purred to herself. Soon my little boy will come to Momma and my real fun can start.

Kim arranged her dead victim as Steve came up the steps. She pulled the boy’s right arm up to the table so she could rest his head on his arm. He looked like he’d passed out.  They’d leave Rob and Steve like that when they left. The boy’s bodies might go half an hour before anyone realized the two sleeping boys were dead, not asleep.

As she positioned Rob’s lifeless head on the table Kim took a last long look at the boy she’d just snuffed.  She liked the way his dead eyes started back at her, accusing, hurt, dull. She’d done that to the boy. For no real reason other than she could and she wanted to and she knew it’d feel so freaking good when she did. Kim was still giggling when Steve got to their table.

Lauren took the bucket full of Dos Equos bottles from Steve, placed it on the table and guided her prey to the other empty chair near the wall. She felt his boner pressing against her as she wiggled some to let the boy she knew it was there. And that she approved. They’d caught them before the boys had gotten totally drunk. It was more fun that way, snuffing self-aware boys who knew exactly what was happening to them and who was doing it. Lauren smiled at Steve. She didn’t kiss him. She wouldn’t leave any DNA. The local policia might manage to get it analyzed. Why take the chance. Besides, Steve didn’t seem to care. Lauren had plastered herself against him. Her hand was under his shirt, her fingers playing sensuously with his chest.  She bumped her hips into his crotch and giggled at how hard he was. And how big.

Steve never noticed Kim when the olive skinned seductress shifted from besides Rob’s inert body. Nor did Steve glace at his friend. He barely noticed when Kim sauntered over and stood behind him. The girls had a live boy to play with. They were excited, aroused, ready.

Steve barely noticed the silk scarf falling in front of his face.It dropped across his face not once but twice as Kim did a double wrap around the boy’s neck. As the girls kissed above Steve, Lauren grabbed the ends of the scarf. Kim wrapped her arms around Stevie’s body, Lauren pulled the scarf tight, Steve tried to raise his arms to pull the tightening noose away, Kim laughed and held on tight. Steve choked out a puzzled, a hurt ‘why?’

It was only then that Steve noticed his friend Rob slumped motionless in the chair opposite him.  Lauren reached around and pulled Rob’s hair. His head fell to the side, his face exposed. Rob’s eyes were open. And lifeless. He looked like he could have been accusing his friend for talking him into going out tonight. At least that’s what Steve imagined as he slowly realized his friend was dead. The animal part of Steve’s brain hadrecognized that he was in danger before his intellect told him his friend was dead. Steve started to fight. Kim and Lauren laughed. Kim held the boy’s arms tight. Lauren pulled the scarf tighter around Steve’s neck. His body shook with the effort to escape. The girls tightened their hold on him until his muscles stopped responding to his mind’s frantic commands to fight, to flee.

“Steve honey do you know what we did to your buddy Rob? Kim snuffed him darlin. With her scarf. Just like I’m going to strangle you baby. Won’t that be fun?”

    He tried to fight them. He struggled. And he yelled. Every time he tried to shout for help Lauren tightened the scarf around his neck. When he fought Kim held him down. Or punched him in the balls. Or did both. The girls had fun with the boy while they snuffed him. It was a good kill. Killing their prey was exciting and thrilling right to the end. Doing the boy in a bar full of people just added to the sadistic girl’s pleasure. Steve lasted half an hour. He had no buddy coming back with more beer, no friends likely to wander by to check up on him. Lauren could take her time with him. So she did.

“How’s he look Kim? Should I let him breathe some? He seems pale. Check his pulse lover. If he still has one.”

“His hearts still beating. It’s rapid and weak. Better let up on the scarf some. I don’t think we want to do CPR on him in here. Let him suck in some oxygen then pull your scarf tight again. That ought to make him last longer.”

    Steve was in agony. And scared out of his mind. It only got worse when his cruel tormentors let him breath. He’d just get resigned to the idea that we was dying then Lauren would let him suck in a couple lungs full of life giving oxygen. And Steve would realize he’d have to live through getting the life choked out of him yet again. Knowing how much it’d hurt, knowing how much damage the wicked girl was doing to his throat and his body was maddening. But there was little he could do. Kim had his arms in a vise like grip. And Lauren seemed to delight in strangling him over and over again.

   The girls got into a nice steady rhythm of choking Steve. They couldn’t risk his heart stopping. Once it did their fun would be over. So Kim and Lauren played with the boy at an almost leisurely pace. If anyone paid too much attention to the two frisky girls and the boy they were paying so much attention to Lauren would put her face close to Steve’s and pretend to kiss him passionately. Kim would stoke the poor boy’s hair and murmur into his ear. The few guys in the bar that did glance their way would smile, jealous of what they perceived as a wild public sex scene.

   All good things must end. Lauren noticed that Steve was getting so weak he barely bothered to fight back when she let him have some air. So she decided to end it on a high note. She let the boy take in a dozen breaths. His eyes cleared up, he looked directly at her. Like his buddy before him Steve whispered the question “why”, he murmured the plea “please don’t”. Lauren laughed. And pulled the scarf tight around his neck. Bunching both ends of the silk in her left hand she used her right hand to pound on Steven’s balls. She delivered a dozen short punishing blows.

     The boy huffed in agony. He couldn’t yell with the scarf choking his throat but he snorted through his nostrils, losing precious air as his body reacted to the excruciating pain shooting through his balls.

“Good one lover. God I love you Lauren. You’re such a wicked sadistic bitch. Give me a kiss darling. Then snuff this slut. Let’s get out of her and go fuck babe. Sex after snuff is always so goooood!”

    Steve spent the last two minutes of his life in agony, fighting for breath, not understanding why he had to die such an ugly and painful death. Lauren understood. So did Kim. They were sadists.  Using men for their own wicked pleasure was all that mattered to the two cruel girls. And as the sexy vixens had recently discovered, the best way to have fun with a boy was to snuff him. As painfully as possible. So that’s what they did to Steven. And they enjoyed every second of it.

   They left their two victims at the table, each dead boy with his head resting on one arm. Kim opened two bottles of beer and put one in front of each of their victims. She wrapped Rob’s free hand around one bottle while Lauren did the same with Steve’s lifeless hand. When they left it looked like two boys had had a little too much to drink and were sleeping it off. With any luck it’d be an hour or more before anyone realized the boys were dead. Kim and Lauren would be long gone by then. It’d been a perfectly lovely double snuff in a public place.

The two extraordinarily wicked girls couldn’t have been more satisfied. Or excited.They were headed back to their friend Tricia’s ranch. Trish had promised she had a stable full of boys waiting for them. The thought of all those boys waiting to be tortured and snuffed aroused a powerful and primal need in the girls. Kim and Lauren had gotten the New Year started off just right with the two recent snuffs Now they were eager to continue their cruel fun with some other boys. Even if they were worthless small dicked Mexicans. Tricia had promised them a week of depraved and sadistic fun. The two cruel nurses were looking forward to that. Trish had said something about a lovely new torture she wanted to try out. Something about tying a man down and letting half a dozen starving rats have a go at the victims honey covered flesh. It waspositively medieval. And sounded like a load of fun. And Amanda had an idea for destroying a man’s penis that sounded wonderful.

     It was good to be Kim, good to be Lauren. It was good to be a knock out gorgeous and sadistic killer American girl in Mexico ringing in the New Year with an excess of snuff. On the way to their rented SUV the girls giggled and speculated on all the wicked and deliciously cruel things Tricia and Amanda would do to their victims.  The younger women knew the more experienced women would make the boys’ torture and snuffs spectacular. It’d be an epic weekend and a perfect vacation for a couple of delightfully wicked girls from Texas.