My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 47: Sweet like candy, Fun like theme park

"Come here." Lyra drags Elmir over to the all too familiar cross and ties him up like he has done to her so many times in the past. "Feeling comfortable there?" she asks stepping back to admire her handy work. Elmir looks ready to pop several veins. Face red with anger.

"You will regret that little stunt.”

"Now, now." she tuts at him. "Don’t say things you will regret.” Moving quickly, she opens the door and invites the boys back in again. "The saying goes “the more the merrier’ after all.” she says wickedly and locking the door. "Now we can finally play.”

"Are you going to make your Friends finish me off?" EImir taunts. "You are nothing but a whore. Without that little pussy of yours you are worth nothing.” he continues trying to sound authoritative.

"Careful there."Malarath warns coolly.” We aren't here to get involved, but keep running that big mouth and one of us will."

Smiling at Malarath’s words Lyra proceeds with tearing away Elmir's clothes leaving him completely naked. Putting on gloves that goes above the elbow she's making sure he can see everything and takes great satisfaction and pleasure in his apparent fear. He reeks of it. No longer is he spewing degrading words or threats. Going over to one of the walls displays she picks out a few dildos in various sizes. Sauntering back to Elmis she holds them up for him to see. Smiling sweetly, she winks and place herself behind him. Taking a firm hold of EImir's hair she aligns the dildo at the entrance and violently shoves it inside. His scream bounces around the room and he is violently thrashing against the restraints

"Does it feel good? Don't forget to moan, bitch.” she says mockingly with a sinister tone.” Move those hips for me." For every word she shoves the dildo deeper inside. Rotates, pulls out, then roughly pushes it back in as deep as it can go. All the time he screams and tears rolls down his cheeks. "Is now the part where I tell you how tight you are? How good you feel?" Lyra taunts. "I don't think you are moaning good enough. Punishment time perhaps or what do you think, husband?"

Going back to the wall she happily picks out a nine tailed whip with chains and small blades at the end. Standing a little to the side she tries it out a few times before giving it a good swing using her wrist and strikes his backside repeatedly. Lash after lash rains down on him, tearing the skin open. Lyra lets everything she ever felt be put into it. Throwing the whip aside after countless of lashes she undoes the straps and allows him to fall to the floor. Choosing a bigger dildo, she intends to replace it with the current one. Unceremoniously yanking the other out, she throws it to the side not caring where it lands and shoves in the bigger one. Lyra gets frustrated when it doesn’t go in all the way so she resorts to pushing it on using her heel clad foot.

"Yep, you were tight ass fuck. But I fixed it." She states with hands on her hips and looks down at Elmir with a satisfied smile. The man lies on the side with broken ribs and barely breathing. He lies in a pile of his own vomit with blood and feces coating the inside of his thighs.

"For Gryndol." she whispers in his ear before ripping his head clean off.

"Talk about expressive.” Malarath compliments enthusiastic.” A true emotional piece of art. Nothing has been held back. Bravo.” he applauds with the biggest grin ever. Tossing the gloves in a nearby trash can she smooths out her dress but pouts when looking down at the shoes. "I ruined them.”

"Lucky for you, I brought you another pair.” Lydoran smiles sweetly and presents a new pair of high heels clad in lace, black, with a steel heel. He kneels down and helps her changing into them. "Now, all perfect again.”

"Must you be so sickly perfect?" Jaze whines.

"Yes, we do.” Lydoran teases pulling Lyra into an amorous embrace and captures her lips in a ravishing kiss that leaves her breathless. Jaze groans when Lydoran wiggles his eyebrows in obvious challenge.

“I will shut up now.” Chuckling he holds his hands up. “On another note. I think the fucker got away too easy. Should have tortured him some more.”

“Maybe, but knowing he can no longer harm another girl eases my mind and is worth more than his suffering.

"Wise words.” Malarath commends. “If we are done here perhaps, we should leave?”

Nodding Lyra intertwines her fingers with Lydoran and leads the way out. They make their way into the grand ball room and instantly a heavily sat lady comes up to Malarath and starts flirting shamelessly. Snickering at his repulsed expression they leave him to fend for himself.

"Care to dance?" Lydoran asks bowing before Lyra like in the old days. Curtsying, she delightedly takes his hand and together they make way for the dance floor. Standing close they start moving in perfect harmony as they glide with ease to the music. They stand out like a black cloud among a garden of frilly dresses in overly bright colors. It's obvious how they desperately try to outshine each other.

"Do you know what a major turn on it was to watch you in there.” bending down he nuzzles her neck and teasing her with small nibbling bites coaxing out a low purr from her. "I could have fucked you right then and there.” he whispers seductively sinking his fangs into her slowly. Lyra can't hold back her moans and tilts her head giving him easier access. He leaves several more bites and she turn putty in his arms relishing the feeling of his lapping tongue. Caressing his hard chest erotically she slowly moves further and further down digging her nails into him randomly on the way and smiles every time he grunts or hisses in approval. Reaching his raging hard on she palms him and firmly strokes up and down through the fabric. She alternates between soft strokes and pressing down hard.

"What will you do with the rest of them?" Lydoran asks between kisses.

"Greg is the only one I want next. He was the one who always followed Elmir like his personal shadow. Don't care about the rest."

"Want me to go and grab him now?" Jaze asks as he comes up to them

"Nha, where is the fun in that? Let's lure him in with his own ego instead.”

"Is it wrong of me to want to fuck you right now?" Lydoran questions with an evil smile on his lips. Shamelessly smacking her ass.

"You are such a perv but it's okay cause your beloved is also a perv. If your dancing is anything to go by." Jaze points out sipping champagne.

To prove his point, she goes on her toes and bites down on Lydoran releasing a low moan when the taste of his blood coats her tongue. Lapping up the remining blood she turns towards Jaze as she swipes off residue blood from corners of her mouth. "I have no idea what you mean.” she purrs out innocently. To that, Jaze only laughs.

"Greggy boy has made an appearance.” Lydoran whispers and points him out. Lyra turns her gaze towards a group of men talking close to the doors and one of them is looking straight at her with lustful eyes. To say she finds Greg nauseating is an understatement and remembering all the things the man has ever done to her only fuels that feeling. Swallowing it all down Lyra keeps the eye contact and puts on a show for the greasy pig, hoping to lure him over. And he does not disappoint. The greed is glowing like a neon sign in his eyes as he walks over to them. "May I interrupt?”

"Of course.” Lyodoran says and bows his head to Lyra, whispering in her ear. " Whenever you are ready.” and walks away.

"Aren't you a beautiful sight to see. Makes my cock twitch with excitement. You have been greatly missed around here."

"Then why don't we get out of here. I have already talked with Elmir and you know how he is. Follow me Greggy boy." Smiling coyly, she tugs at his tie. "Let's take this to my new place where no one will disturb us and you can show me a good time. I want to feel just how much you have missed me." Lyra fake giggles and winks. The moment they are outside, hidden by the night, she knocks Greg unconscious and Let Jaze stuff him in the trunk of the car.

"Time to go home." Malarath says reuniting with the rest.

"Did you enjoy the lady, father?" Lydoran teases.

“As I said, time to go home.” He repeats and takes seat behind the wheel.

Laughing at his eagerness to leave all three concludes that he most likely made her indisposed for rest of the

evening. Probably not the only one either. Piling into the car they all drive away. Lyra takes one last look at the mansion happy to know she will never ever see it again.

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