ADHD Killers -- starring Scarlett Crush and Tasha Maid with the support and participation of IcePrincess

Tasha runs her hands gracefully along her neck. Scarlett is distracted by the slender hand of Tasha tracing down that slender throat. Tasha mewls softly, taps her collarbone with a red nail.

“Tasha, you touching yourself again?” Sam asks.

“Mmmm…a crimson... no, a scarlet hue...so delicious" whispers Scarlett ....Her tongue snakes out to lick over full lips

“Always,” Tasha breathes

“I know the feeling,” Sam murmurs soothingly.

Tasha shivers in pleasure seeing Scarlett's tongue move. “Crimson is soooo … delightful,” she whispers...her fingers dance naughtily over her throat.

“Me thinks I am in lust with you two!" Scarlett's eyes follow the naughty dance of her fingers. "Mmm.....dancing fingers... such a tempting step up and down the column of throat” a soft feral growl sounds in her throat. Tasha moistens even more at the sound

"Want to tie something around that," Sam says, not a question, and hands Tasha a stocking. She obeys, wrapping it slowly and sensually around her neck. “Just below the center, below your vocal cords,” he directs. Tasha obeys, sliding it into place. “Okay now loop one end around each wrist, and hand one end to Scarlett and one to me.”

Tasha wraps the stocking around her own wrists, then kneels first to one then the other with the ends. Then she rises and walks, thus tethered between them, to a chair, a contoured, skeletal structure in polished chrome bolted to the floor.

The stocking encircles Tasha’s neck and then, at shoulder height to either side, traps her wrists so her arms are raised with elbows bent. She extends her bound wrists further to the sides and the stocking tightens just so, the vein pulsing. Then she draws her wrists toward her head and feels the sheer nylon ligature slacken, but then two firm pulls by Sam and Scarlett tighten it against her resistance, showing the limits of her control. Scarlett's pale blue eyes fix Tasha with a definite pleasure in how she obeys. Tasha glows at the glance.

Unnecessarily, almost ritually, Sam explains, “You have a little control with your wrists looped in the stocking but we can overpower them…” Tasha tugs ever so slightly. Scarlett grasps the end of the stocking... takes a firm grip... resists the urge to give a sharp yank...for now…

Sam looks at Scarlett for synchrony and pulls slowly. Tasha groans and soaks at that. Scarlett smiles at Sam as she tugs... slowly... Sam reaches under Tasha's gown and slip, and cups and lifts her breast against her ribcage. Her full lush tit bounces in his hand. Her perked nipple pops out between two fingers and hardens.

They pull tighter, her back arches, feet tremble flat on the floor, toes extend and curl up. Slowly the stocking coils around Scarlett’s hand... Tasha feels the tightening and draws a deep breath. A vein throbs invitingly. Sam strokes her collar bones and then the swell of her neck above the tightening stocking. His thumb tickles her tongue between her parted lips. Tasha’s eyes slant to his with fire, pink tongue gliding over blood red lips.

Scarlett smiles as the stocking tightens its hold about the slender throat... the eagerness in Tasha's eyes so very pleasing... she stretches to show her throat to Scarlett as her glance shifts to hers, to her mouth. Sam nods encouragingly: "Let go, baby show us you care!" he whisper softly so close to her ear it tickles and sends shivers down her spine.

That feral growl rises from Scarlett’s throat again... the Animal She has become... as a perfectly manicured finger tip moves to trace over whetted lips... Tasha trembles, even as her body burns, sees the red glint in Scarlett's eyes. Sam strokes the pulses in the throat under the angles of her jaw, feels her heart slow down, her eyes roll up woozily... loosens the stocking for a quick gasp, then tight again.

Tasha draws in air even as her blood slows, feels the tightness as her eyes widen. Scarlett’s eyes momentarily move to find Sam's... wicked delight shown for him ... Her pale blue orbs move to fix back on Tasha... as he plays with her breath... and Scarlett’s hand coils another length of stocking around it... sending a deep shudder through Tasha. A whimper escapes her glistening lips.

Sam beckons to Scarlett to meet him behind the chair, keeping the ends tight, pulling Tasha’s arms back by the wrists so her back arches and her chest thrusts forward, tits perked, rising and falling. Scarlett makes a move behind the chair... tugging the ends... a soft moan of pleasure as Tasha’s breasts jut out... Scarlett hissing softly at her ear “It's just breath control...”

Tasha returns with her own hiss ”Yesssss…!” her fingers clench and extend as she draws in air as best she can, tilts her throat for easy access for Her. Scarlett’s single touch of fingertip traces a deliberately slow trail down from her collar bone... over the firm mound of beautiful breast flesh... the tip of that polished nail... flicks harshly at the pink pert nipple... as Scarlett’s hand takes... another… oh so tighter now… coil of stocking

Tasha gasps, chokes slightly as, behind her, Sam puts his arm around Scarlett's waist so they stand hip to hip, constricting her throat with steadily increasing pressure. She fights reflexively, pulling forward with her wrists to ease the pressure on her neck. But her wrists are pulled backward and toward each other with more force than she can overcome. All she can do is arch in the chair and thrust her head and neck backward over the top of the seat, desperate for breath.

In spite of her distress Tasha is aroused. Her body quakes and resists, even as her mind succumbs. Sam turns to look into Scarlett's eyes seeking he doesn't know what... Scarlett’s head cants just a fraction as her eyes meet Sam's... His hand about Her waist... such a tender touch ... as their bodies seal to each other and Tasha undulates in the chair, Scarlett whispers to him... “Sam... It would thrill my soul... to share the most passionate of kisses with you... as ...” intentionally leaving the air pregnant with expectation...

Tasha bucks and shudders, Sam’s free arm encircles Scarlett's waist and his fingertips spread up the channels of her ribs. Tasha feels them behind the chair. Scarlett, in another soft... hissing whisper, “... Sam…” as her hand manages to gather a little more stocking around it.

Tasha’s body takes over, panics even as her mind embraces… The tension of their embrace draws on the stocking ends as their lips approach, and Tasha’s forearms are drawn backward and together, and forced to rotate until her crossed wrists are behind the nape of her neck, with fingers pointing down and elbows up.

In this position, not only do Sam’s and Scarlett’s pulls on the ends bring pressure to bear on her neck, but the tension in her own fiorcefully bent arms now pulls in line with them aganst her throat. Tasha’s air is not coming in. Her face bluing, she feels their lust for each other and her cunt gushes even as she cannot catch a breath…

They turn and Scarlett's hips and breasts melt into Sam’s front, their lips a millimeter apart, the tip of Scarlett’s velvet soft tongue traces over Her lips ... anticipating the touch of his… as they hear.... Tasha’s breath... slowly fade…

Tasha's struggling, stmd and legs flailing. Half her life jerks in Sam’s fist “ah ah ahhhhhhh….” Her eyes roll, her body stiffens, sways and collapses on its own weight as the other half.... gets yanked so very harshly as Scarlett closes the distance between Sam’s lips and hers. Tasha’s eyes freeze.

Sam’s hand holding the stocking joins Scarlett's and they twist together as their lips entwine. Scarlett melts into the tenderness of His kiss as the violence of Tasha’s struggle shrinks to a little twitch...and then… Her eyes open, as blue lips part slightly. Scarlett’s tongue dances to meet Sam’s. He moans and dives into the kiss like he needs to drown, tongue afire, lips bruising ecstatically. A fine tension sings in the stocking ends…

Never once letting go of her tight hold on the stocking.... as her body explodes there ... Scarlett stands pressed against Sam... Tasha’s slumped body opens wide on its own, pinked cunt glistening still. Sam unzips, pushes Charlotte's skirt up, panties aside, and blindly seeks entry with short, eager strokes, "I want you so much!" Scarlett’s nostrils flare as she feels his hands... and hears his words...

Sam kicks the bolted-down chair and Tasha’s body slides fluidly to the floor and lies sprawled out so that any may use the lifeless form. As she descends, Sam and Scarlett let the stocking ends slip from their hands and Sam slowly slides his hand up her arm to cup her breast first above then under the cloth: “Sam...” -- eyes darting to a perfectly wet pink cunt ... nibbling at her lip.... -- ” I want that... and I want to feel you plunge in me just as my tongue tastes of her... last release….”

"OH YES!" They stand over Tasha, supine and wide-eyed on the floor, legs spread wide, breasts flattening out. Scarlett gives a soft gasp... and eyes fly to His... and the smile she gives him beams so bright... watching her body sprawl...

Sam undresses fully. Tasha’s head tilts to the side, throat still accessible to be bled, eyes blank, lips blue. “Sam.... I am an Animal... I want to prowl to her...” Sam bends her legs up to give Scarlett access: “Take her.” He stands back, excited and delighted. Scarlett moves to the far side of the room, lifting the dress up over her head and drops it to the floor.

Sam sees Scarlett's body for the first time as she turned... slowly dropping to the floor... the feline prowling crawl... As she approaches Tasha's body Sam comes up behind her, crouching with little encouraging touches. Scarlett puts one hand slowly in front of the other... breasts... full and swaying... Sam strokes down the crack of her ass to her vulva and tickles lightly, feeling wet begin. Scarlett’s back arches. ass pushes out... as it sways as well... knees crawl her closer.. a slight hint of Tasha's scent catches her nostrils and another feral growl rises.

As Scarlett moves over the body Sam bends and strokes Tasha's foot where it lies pointed and pale on the concrete. His cock sways like a dowser's wand as Scarlett approaches her beautiful cold form... the feet ... her head dips down low... as her tongue snakes out... to flicker a first taste of just the flesh....

Tasha’s flaccid foot is moved, ripples of flesh up her leg. Scarlett adores how Sam is with her ...anticipating what is going through her mind... He can smell it, Tasha's cunt still warmed and slick yet cooling quickly. Scarlett crawls a bit closer... lifeless legs so wide... moving Her licks up one leg... and then over to the other... taking little nips at her skin ...

Sam admires Tasha's open eyes and mouth, at once full and empty, finally satisfied. Her nipples still erect, sex moist, legs relaxed. Teeth leave white marks against the blueness as Scarlett reaches Tasha's inner thighs... pauses... head dipping low once more… eyes closed for that moment as Her nostrils flare ... and inhale the scent of her… Sam hopes some last live part of her deep inside still feels it. "She deserves it," he mutters. Scarlett’s ass pushes up high in the air... Her own cunt... smooth and so very slick with the excitement of this moment. The musculature of Scarlett's back as she moves on all fours excites him almost to dissolution. He gently spreads the cheeks of her ass and gives her tensed anus a loving lick as her face descends on Tasha's groin.

Scarlett hovers... moaning at the very sight of Tasha's slick offered-up cunt... Her tongue flickers out... that first taste... the pulse pounds so hard she can hear it loud in her ears... cunt juices drying on the ripe still fresh slit before her. The tip of tongue ever so greedily parts the folds of sweet cunt flesh and her taste nearly drives Scarlett to devour her but... oh but just then... She feels him…

Two slick fingers slide between Scarlett's thighs from behind and press her labia upward into wetness then spread them so his glans cam probe the defile, a luminous pearl of pre-cum on its tip.

Scarlett’s is unable to delay the pleasure of it... reaching all She can take... Her tongue plunges into tender cunt... mouth nearly covering her mound... an as She thrusts forward in a vulturous strike, Sam overtakes Her and fills Her vestibule from behind, Scarlett’s cunt aching to feel the pleasure of release... the grunt rises up out of Her as his cock enters and then… thrusts... and slides home as She growls into the dead, aroused flesh of their flaccid victim.

Sam thrusts hard, speeding up: “OHILOVEYOU! GODGODGOD!” Scarlett, determined to get every bit of Tasha's last sweet orgasm she gave them... “Mmmmmmmmm.... the perfection of this fucking moment...!” She growls. Like killing and dying, eating and being eaten fucking and being fucked “OHFUCK! OHGOD!” Sam yells, out of control, then
lies forward, front to Her back

Scarlett’s fucking Tasha cunt with Her mouth ... for Her own pleasure’s sake... and for Sam’s... feline growls and grunts as She feels Her own cunt about to explode on his cock, his weight cadaver limp on Hers, only his hips alive and pumping. She clenches his thrusts in perfect synchrony, teeth beginning to gnarl at the now cold cunt folds as She loses herself in all the Animal pleasures... his weight pushing Her against Tasha even more...

Their weight makes Tasha's corpse flatten and heave, cunt lips rended, clit feeding Scarlett's frenzy, limbs lolling in lovers’ sweat and passionate gush, now building slowly, uncontrollably. Scarlett lifts her mouth in a moment of unselfishness to smile... “Sam... kiss me... taste her... nothing but vitae left to feed others and flesh to nourish…” Sam tastes lipstick, dead cunt, hormones of predator and prey, all pale beside the sweetness of Scarlett’s tongue.

Sam’s hips go automatic and mechanical, and his hands encircle her throat. The tempo and urgency of the kiss pick up. For that last few moments of her time... Scarlett devours his kiss as it shall be ...the final wonderful pleasures of these moments together... relishing in it... savoring the tastes of them... with Tasha mingling between them. Scarlett breaks the kiss... a soft smile forming on swollen lips... whispering softly, “Sam... I have to go...”