PREFACE

Like all the Cameron stories, this one was written on commission. I've come to really like the Cameron Ling character, but be warned that she is a massively self-centered, egotistical, arrogant woman who kills men in horribly brutal and violent ways for pretty much trivial reasons. If sex and violence combined, including gory deaths, and not your thing, then really none of the Cameron stories are for you.

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CAMERON'S ROARING RAMPAGE OF REVENGE - PART 3

By wistan

Cameron's Raid

Cameron surveyed the mansion carefully through the pair of binoculars. The grounds were sizeable - a good acre at least, maybe more. Room enough for a swimming pool, a tennis court, flower gardens, plenty of lawn, and a patio big enough to hold a party for fifty people. Daddy Miller certainly did like to live well, she mused.

The grounds were surrounded by a wall that was at least twenty feet high. Access was via a private road which served several other high-end properties. There was a manned guardhouse at the start of the road, and there was another at the big metal gate which led into the Miller mansion - this one empty, at least for now. She scanned along the grounds slowly, concentrating on the walls. After a few minutes she had picked out two people she pegged as guards. It was a warm sunny day, but both of them wore suits and ties. That screamed 'employee', and any employee who simply wandered the grounds apparently doing nothing was a guard.

If there were guards in the grounds then you could bet there would be at least one in the house, too. Hmph. That would complicate matters.

She continued to watch for the next four hours straight, barely looking away from the mansion the entire time. She had picked a spot on higher ground, secluded and out of sight from the houses around her. She didn't have to worry much about anybody seeing her; a minor risk, but one worth taking. It let her give full attention to her target, and to planning out how she would tackle it.

She memorised every little detail of the grounds. Layout, what plants and trees grew where, where the paths were, entrances to the house, how the guards moved around, everything.

It was early afternoon when Jade and Liam appeared.

Cameron recognised them instantly, distant as they might be. They wore swimwear - a pair of trunks for him, a black bikini for her. Naturally, they walked out to the pool and dived in, laughing and playing around with one another as if they hadn't a care in the world. Cameron's grip tightened on the binoculars until the metal actually creaked a little.

Soon, she thought, watching them intently. Very soon.

Eventually she tore herself away and began to scan the grounds again. One of the guards had moved over to near the pool, not close but obviously wanting to cover the area. So, they weren't totally useless, she thought. But two wasn't enough, not for those grounds. Half a dozen would be more like it.

Daddy Miller was concerned with his safety, it seemed. But not all that concerned. There wouldn't be motion sensors in the grounds, she decided. Such things sounded good in theory but putting motion sensors over a large area outdoors just meant animals would constantly set them off. The assumption was another risk, she knew, and a much bigger one, but she had to risk that or wait until she could catch Daddy Miller outside of his gates. Which could take days, or even weeks. She didn't have that much time, not if she wanted her absence from LA to go unnoticed.

Besides, after such a long chase the thought of sitting out here watching and waiting whilst Jade and Liam relaxed within eyesight was just intolerable. She had to end this. Had to.

Eventually, she had had enough. She started the car and drove down into the city proper, mulling over what she would need. Rope, she thought. A grappling hook, if she could find one. Dark clothing. Some way to tie people up and gag them. And all of it needed to be everyday stuff, nothing traceable that could lead the cops back to her. She had a busy few hours ahead!

It was after dark when she pulled up a couple of streets away from the target house. She sat for a while, going over the plan in her head and observing the neighbourhood. Quiet, apart from the occasional car. Not much different from Greg's neighbourhood, she mused. Even more upscale if anything, and the rich do like their privacy. They surrounded themselves with walls and guards, but it never seemed to occur to them that the best security system you could have was plenty of nosy neighbours in close proximity.

She wondered if her luck would hold with Greg. She'd kept an eye on the news, watching for stories about the discovery of his body. So far there had been nothing, which she took to mean that it hadn't been found yet. She'd figured he had a maid or something that came in to clean for him, so she had wrapped his remains in plastic and stashed them in the trunk of one of his cars, then spent some time cleaning up the various bodily fluids he'd left behind. Just another calculated risk, but it was likely the body wouldn't be found for some time yet. Karma continue to shine on her, it seemed.

She forced her thoughts back to the present. Focus, Cameron, she told herself. Live in the moment and give it your all. This was by far the most dangerous part of her plan.

Getting past the first guard post was simple. The thing was only there to control vehicle traffic into the private road, so she just picked a spot about fifty yards away and walked past it. Five minutes later she was outside her target looking up at the big wall.

She withdrew the improvised grappling hook from her backpack, little more than a few pieces of metal bent and tied together. She began whirling the thing around on the end of the rope, then tossed it high. It hit the wall with what sounded like a horribly loud clang and plopped back down.

Cameron froze, waiting for the shouts from inside. Nothing. After a few minutes she tried again. This time the hook caught the top of the wall and held fast. Cameron smiled and quickly scaled the wall. It wasn't easy - strong she certainly was, but climbing was one activity where bulky muscles were more hinderance than help. Even so, within sixty seconds she was dropping down the other side.

If Daddy Miller had motion detectors and such, the police would be on their way. The thought weighed on her, but she set it aside. She had known all along that it was very possible that she would get caught. She figured her odds were about fifty-fifty, which she was willing to accept so long as she could get to Liam and punish him properly before it happened.

She began to make her way across the grounds, her dark clothing blending invisibly into the shadows. The two guards had dark suits on, but they wore them with white shirts. Probably going for that 'sinister government agent' look, she thought. But it did make them a little more visible, which was an advantage for her.

She spotted the first one within a few minutes. Just strolling around as if he hadn't a care in the world. That was the problem with security, she thought. She'd be willing to bet that nobody had ever actually attacked Daddy Miller's mansion. Probably nobody would have, even if there were no guards. Crime just wasn't statistically likely to happen to people, especially if they lived in good neighbourhoods. The guards were really just for show, a way for Daddy Miller to prove to himself how rich he was. But all of that meant that these guys had likely gone months, even years, of just wandering around doing essentially nothing, facing no threat. Complacency was pretty much guaranteed.

She waited behind a tree, carefully moving around to keep it between her and the guard as he passed. As soon as his back was to her she stepped out from behind, moving noiselessly up behind him. The first he knew of her presence was when one very large arm snaked around his neck and locked into an unbreakable chokehold.

He jerked in surprise, but there was nothing he could do - couldn't break free, couldn't yell for help. One hand scrabbled under his jacket, and she knew instantly that he was armed and going for a weapon. She increased the pressure on his neck savagely, dragging him off the path and into the bushes, and a few moments later he slumped unconscious.

From the backpack she extracted a tube of golf balls and a roll of duct tape. She shoved a ball into his mouth and then taped over it. Then she taped his ankles together and his wrists behind his back, wrapping each around several times to make sure he was nice and secure. Finally, she sat him against a slim tree and used more tape to secure him to it. He came to as she finished and began to make muffled hmph noises as he struggled.

Cameron reached into his jacket pocket and found the expected walkie talkie. Expensive looking thing. Inside his jacket she found a weapon. It seemed larger than a pistol... she squinted at it in the dim light and blinked. Christ it was... it was a Steyr TMP. She shook her head in exasperation. What did the idiot expect, that he was giving his guards machine pistols?

She stuck the stupid thing in her backpack and checked over her work. Yes, the man was immobilised. Good. She slipped through the darkness, hunting his friend.

She found him over by the swimming pool after about half an hour of slipping from tree to bush through most of the grounds. She sighed with relief on locating him - she'd began to worry that he'd gone back into the house. Capturing him was no different to the first guy, and in moments she had him just as immobilised. She tucked his gun away in her backpack. Another TMP. Jesus, these people were nuts.

She made her way to the house and began to circle it, checking the windows. There was a cook of some sort in the kitchen, a slim little guy dressed all in white who was busying himself with preparing a meal. Continuing around the house she saw a few empty rooms - a library, a games room with a big billiards table, a reception room. Finally, she came to an office, and there was a figure sitting at a big table with his back to the window. Daddy Miller himself, she figured. Excellent.

She was about to move on when the door into the office opened and somebody entered. Another security guy by the look of him - he had the same suit, and now she was up close and knew to look for the bulge, the same gun under his jacket. He exchanged a few words with Daddy Miller and then left.

Cameron continued around the house until she found a side entrance. She tried the door - unlocked. Probably so that the guards could come and go. She opened it and slipped in. This was the dangerous part of the operation. She didn't have more than a vague idea of the layout of the house, and she was hunting a prey who knew it very well. Her advantage was that he didn't know he was being hunted. She made her way stealthily from room to room, pausing at each door to listen carefully for any sign of movement within.

The fifth room she tried had low voices. Two of them, male. Cameron thought for a moment and then very slowly slipped the backpack off and took one of the guns out. She took a breath and then stepped through the door, cocking the gun and slipping the safety off.

The guard was there, talking with another guy. Not a security type by the look of him. Probably another servant of some sort. The sound of the gun cocking brought their heads around, and both of them froze.

"You know what this thing can do," she said, brandishing the machine pistol. "You'd have a dozen rounds in you in under a second. So, let's stay nice and still, nice and quiet." She advanced into the room, stopping about fifteen feet from them. Neither moved. The guard looked angry and frustrated, presumably at having been caught like this. The other guy just looked scared.

"Okay boys," she gestured with the gun. "Flat on the floor with your hands behind your head, right now."

The guard hesitated, obviously trying to think of something, anything that he could do. Cameron raised an eyebrow and gestured with the TMP. "Don't," she said. "I know what you're thinking, but this job isn't worth dying for is it? Believe me, I don't mean anybody any harm. I'm just a thief here to steal a few bits and pieces," she lied with total conviction, "and when I'm done, I'll be on my way. You'll look like an ass to your boss, we both know that. But you'll still be alive and so will he. The alternative is that I spray you guys with this thing, and then it's murder and I have lots of incentive to leave no witnesses. So, what say we all do the sensible thing and get through this in one piece, huh?"

It worked. The security guy was still looking at her with a calculating eye, but there was defeat there too. He lay down as instructed, the other guy following suit.

Cameron straddled the security guy's back and set the gun aside. She set about securing him as she had the others; when she was taping the golf ball into his mouth he made his move. He bucked hard under her, trying to shove her off and reach for the gun.

It didn't work, of course. He wasn't a small guy, but neither was he as big or as heavy as Cameron was. She slammed his head into the floor a couple of times to quiet him down and proceeded to immobilise him. Then she repeated the procedure on the other guy - probably a personal assistant, she thought as she secured him.

The cook was even easier; another little dweeb, he was helpless against her. He didn't even cry out. With him secured she toured the house, making sure nobody else was there. Then she headed for Daddy Miller's office.

No need for stealth now; she simply walked in and pointed the gun at him. "If you move towards a phone or a button, I'm going to put a bullet through your head," she announced. He froze in place, staring at the weapon. Cameron didn't give him time to think; she strode across the room and dragged him out of his chair. Within sixty seconds she had him immobilised too.

With that accomplished, she spent twenty minutes dragging or carrying everyone into the big lounge and piling them all up next to one another on the floor. Daddy Miller she put into a comfy leather chair so he could have a good view of the proceedings.

Now she could relax for the first time in over an hour. She'd done it! Guards, staff, the lot - all immobilised without any kind of alarm being raised. Stage one of the mission was accomplished.

Killing Time

She checked the time - nearly ten o'clock. She ungagged Daddy Miller and gave him a warm smile. "Hi there," she said.

"Who the fuck are you, lady?" He demanded. "What is this, some kind of demented robbery? If so you're out of luck; I don't keep-"

She slapped him, hard. He squawked and shut up, staring at her with big, frightened eyes. "Mister Miller," she said theatrically, "you've badly misunderstood what tonight is going to be about. That's quite understandable, but don't worry, you'll get it before I'm done. First thing is, where have Liam and Jade gone, and when will they be back?"

He looked confused. "What the hell has that got to do with anything?"

She took a handful of hair in a powerful grip and punched him hard in the nose. She felt it break under her fist; his head jerked against her grip and blood squirted out of his nostrils, spattering down the front of his shirt.

"Let me ask that again," she said softly, her fist poised. "Where have Liam and Jade gone, and when will they be back?"

"You can go to hell!" The old man yelled.

Cameron smiled. He had spirit, she liked that. She punched him again in the same spot... then again... and again. His nose was smashed practically flat on his face. The skin on and around it was already visibly bruising and swelling. He struggled against her, but of course there was nothing he could do.

"Alright!" He choked out finally. "Alright, I'll tell you!"

"Excellent," she stepped back.

"They went out to some club. I've no idea which one. They didn't say when they would be back, probably not until well after midnight."

She nodded. "That gives us plenty of time, then," she said lightly. She crossed over to one of the guards and ungagged him. "What's your name?" She asked, cocking her fist in an obvious threat.

"Nate," he said nervously.

"See, that's what I like; a cooperative man. Well Nate, you just lie right there a minute."

From her back pack she extracted a heavy pair of scissors. She set about Nate's suit, rapidly cutting it to pieces. Within a few minutes he was naked, squirming in embarrassment.

"You must feel pretty silly about now," she said mockingly as she cut the last of his clothes off. "I mean, this idiot goes and hires you to protect him," she gestured to Daddy Miller, "and you get taken out like that." She grinned as she snapped her fingers. "Honestly, you should have seen him," she said to Mr Miller. "I literally just walked up behind him and strangled him. He couldn’t' do a thing about it. Candy from a baby would be hard in comparison. I bet you pay him handsomely, and it's not like it's even a difficult job, but he wasn't up to it."

Nate turned red with humiliation, his teeth audibly grinding as he clenched his jaw. "Tell you what," Cameron said. "I'm going to give you a chance for redemption. In a minute I'm going to cut you free. Then I'm going to beat you to death." His eyes widened. "Now of course I'm sure a big strong man like you will be able to stop me," she continued. "Knock me out, incapacitate me, maybe even kill me. Imagine what a hero you'll be if you can! I bet you'll even get on TV. Your employer over there will probably even forgive you for your incompetence. Probably give you a nice fat bonus. Lots to gain for you... and lots to lose." She used the blade of the scissors to cut through his bonds, freeing his legs. "Here we go, hero. Time to shine," she said, and cut through the bonds on his wrists.

She tossed the scissors aside and stood back, poised and ready. Nate was smart about it, she saw; he made no effort to jump up and lunge for her. Instead he spent a couple of minutes working the stiffness out of his shoulders, then slowly rose to his feet. He began doing bends and stretches on his legs. Cameron watched carefully, saying nothing.

He did a squat, rose slowly, and launched himself at her. He was surprisingly quick, one of the quickest men she'd ever seen - but he wasn't quicker than her. She sidestepped his attack, planting a hand on his back and helping him on his way past with a powerful thrust. He crashed into a cabinet against the wall, smashing it.

"You'll have to do better than that, Nate," she said mockingly.

He came back at her, slowly this time, fists clenched. She watched his face carefully. For all his outward calm, she could see that she had gotten under his skin. There was pure murder in his eyes. Big strong macho guys didn't like being shown up by women, even women who were obviously their physical superior.

He lunged again, swinging a huge punch. Cameron stepped inside it smartly and head-butted him on the bridge of his nose. She hit it just perfectly, and his own momentum carried him into it just right. His nose smashed flat under the impact and he staggered back, dazed.

Cameron stepped in after him and swung a punch of her own, slamming her fist into his solar plexus. He began to crumple as the breath was driven out of him, seeming almost to move in slow motion to her adrenaline-fuelled eyes.

She swung again, driving a powerful jab into his jaw. His head snapped back. Even as it did she followed it with another punch that landed just right on his temple. He crashed back into the cabinet again and moaned as shards of jagged glass and splintered wood stabbed into his back.

Cameron grabbed a handful of shirt and threw him across the room onto the floor. He started to try and get up but she pounced on him, locking her thighs around his torso and rolling to one side. She hooked her ankles and poured on the pressure and he jerked wildly as he tried to escape the scissor hold. But she was just too strong, and he was too dazed from the damage he had already taken. His fists began to pound her legs; she squeezed even harder, and he gasped as she drove the air from his lungs. His face began to turn red as he ran out of oxygen.

"See how helpless he is, Daddy Miller?" She taunted as she slowly squeezed the life out of him. "You thought you were buying protection when you hired him. But I want you to understand... nothing can protect you. Not from me."

She slipped an arm under Nate's chin and yanked his head back as her powerful thighs closed on him. He struggled desperately, but there was nothing he could do. He hadn't the strength or the leverage to use it. "Time to end it, Nate," she said softly into his ear. "I'm going to kill you now. You can try and stop me, if you like. You won't be able to, though. I'm so much stronger than you. So much better than you in every way. I'm murdering you, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that you can do about it." She chuckled into his ear, watching him turn redder. His struggles were weakening as he ran out of air. "Your life belongs to me, Nate," she said. "I've taken it from you, and now I'm going to snuff it out. There are practical reasons that you need to die, but if I'm really honest, the primary reason that I'm killing is just... well, that I want to." His eyes began to close. The thought that the last thing he would ever hear was her voice turned her on immensely; she could feel her nipples hardening, her pussy growing wet. "Oh Nate," she crooned, "you have no idea how much I love to kill men. It turns me on like nothing else. It's like you belong to me. Mine to own, mine to destroy."

His eyes fluttered closed. She tensed her arm, pulling harder... harder... her muscles bulged, pouring on the power. Suddenly there was an audible crack and his head jerked and went loose.

She laughed, standing. "That was easy," she said, driving a booted foot into his side. His body jerked, the head lolling freely. She looked at Mr Miller, who was staring at her with unconcealed horror. "Do you begin to see your predicament, Daddy Miller?" She asked. "I'm not some burglar come to rob you. I don't give a shit about your money, I have more than enough of my own. I'm here to kill you, Mr Miller."

"But why?" He said. His eyes were locked on Nate's corpse.

"Well now that's a long story," she said. "Your son is my boyfriend, you see. Or he was, anyway. But the stupid bastard cheated on me. Can you imagine it? The sheer stupidity of it? So, he has to be punished, Mr Miller. Punished very severely. I've already killed his brother," she added with a smile.

His face went practically white. "You can't mean... Greg? You... you did something to Greg?"

"I killed Greg, Mr Miller. I beat the shit out of him. I smashed his body, destroyed it. You should have heard him cry! He was so terrified. And then I used a blow torch on him. I burned his little nuts off. He blubbered so bad, I thought he was going to cry his eyes out. So, guess what? I used the torch on his eyes." She snickered.

"You're insane," Miller whispered. Tears were brimming in his eyes.

She laughed. "Maybe I am," she said with an indifferent shrug. "Then again, maybe I'm the only sane person and it's all of you that are insane. Either way, I tortured your fat fuck of a son to death and I stuck his body in the trunk of a car, which is where it still is. I bet the maggots have got to him by now," she added.

Mr Miller jerked against his bonds, screaming. "You fucking maniac!" He screamed. "I'll see you dead for this! Fuck the law, I'll hire people to come after you!"

She laughed. "If you could, I'd just kill them too," she said lightly. "But you don't get it, do you? I'm going to kill you, Daddy Miller. I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to use that fact to torment your remaining offspring. And then I'm going to kill him. I know that you only have the two sons, Mr Miller. Once I'm done, your family will be gone. There's not going to be anybody coming after me, because there's not going to be anybody left who gives a shit. Your whole family will be a few headlines and some file in a police computer somewhere. No more Millers to trouble the world. That's the price for crossing me."

"You can't do this," he whimpered, half angry and half crazed with grief. "You can't! You can't!"

She laughed. "But I'm going to, anyway," she said. She crossed over to the cook and ungagged him. "What's your name, sweetie?" She asked, stroking his face tenderly. He looked up at her with big, terrified eyes.

"Jack," he said. His voice was soft.

"Well Jack, you just hold still." She took scissors and cut through his bonds, then helped him up. She kept a careful eye on him, but she knew he wouldn't try anything. He was an unimposing kind of guy, no more than 5'7" and on the slender side, with delicate almost feminine features. Runt of the litter, she thought to herself.

"See Jack, I'm going to ask you a little favour," she said. As she spoke she stripped the backpack off and began to remove the tight-fitting black top she was wearing. Jack's eyes widened in surprise as she revealed the black bra she wore underneath. She left the thin latex gloves on as she stripped off the black trousers to reveal matching panties. She struck up a double bicep pose, flexing her enormous muscles. "Do you like my body, Jack?" She asked breathily.

He nodded. "Uh, you're very beautiful," he said.

"You like girls with muscle?" She asked, genuinely curious. She was vaguely aware that most men didn't, though the fact didn't matter to her one bit.

He nodded again. "Huh, fancy that. Take your clothes off for me, Jack."

Now he looked uncertain. His eyes darted to Mr Miller. "No, don't look at him," she said. "I'm the one in charge here right now, Jack. You'll do as I say.

"Did you really... do that?" He asked. "What you said? To Greg?"

"I did," she nodded. "I'm not somebody you want to cross, Jack," she said. "People who cross me die messy, painful deaths. But if you're good to me... if you're a nice, obedient boy who will do exactly what I tell you to... then you will be just fine." The lie was so transparent that she almost burst out laughing as she said it. But he swallowed it, of course. As always, the easiest lie to sell was the one the mark wanted to believe. And little Jack wanted so very badly to believe that somehow, in some way, this would work out okay for him.

"Undress," she said.

He hesitated. She gestured towards Nate's corpse, still lying on the floor. "Do you want that to happen to you, little man?" She asked rhetorically. He looked and gulped in fear. "Undress, Jack," she said firmly. "I won't ask again."

And he did. She smiled gleefully as he stripped down. His body was what she expected, slim and soft-looking. She probably had five times his strength. He was no threat to her, no threat at all.

He hesitated when he reached his underwear, and she looked meaningfully at Nate again. That was all it took; he stripped off his boxers and stood naked before her. Not a terribly impressive cock, she mused. Well, maybe he was a grower rather than a shower, she thought. She liked cocks that were big even when soft, they were so decorative. But in a pinch, she'd take one that was only big when she wanted it to be.

"Come and kneel before me, Jack," she said softly. "Show me how much you want to please and obey me. Trust me, your life depends on it."

He obeyed, trembling with fear. "Feel my thighs," she said. He reached out, wavering, and then placed his hands on her thighs hesitantly. "Stroke them," she crooned. "feel the muscles, feel how big and thick they are. So strong and powerful."

His fingertips traced the curve of her muscle and he looked up at her in awe. "You're huge," he whispered. She laughed. If things had been different, she could have liked this one. She liked big strong alpha males with big hard cocks for pleasure, but nothing beat an obedient little beta boy who loved her for her strength. This one had that in him, she could tell. In a week, she could have been a Goddess in his eyes and he'd have no thought in his head but to serve her.

But he didn't have a week. He didn't have more than a couple of hours. His Goddess was about to cast her final judgment on him. Still, she mused, no reason why she couldn't have a little fun with him first. "Take my panties off," she ordered.

He did. With scared, trembling hands, he eased the delicate black panties down over the thick cords of her thighs, revealing her naked womanhood to his eyes. She stepped backwards silently and he followed her instinctively, crawling in submission as she settled down onto the edge of an armchair. She spread her legs invitingly. "You may show your obedience by kissing me there," she said quietly.

He didn't need to be told twice. She sighed in pleasure as his lips touched her soaking pussy tentatively. He pulled back and licked them, tasting her juices. Her hand went to his head, taking a handful of hair and tilting his face up to meet her eyes. "Did you like that, Jack?" She asked. He tried to nod, and she smiled. "There will be more, much more, if you're a good boy," she said. "You can start by telling me who this guy is," she pointed to the one that hadn't been carrying any kind of weapon.

"That's Noah, Mr. Miller's personal assistant," he replied without hesitation. She bestowed a smile on him and he actually blushed; always reward a beta when they help you, it makes them pathetically grateful.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said softly. "Now you just go sit on the couch. Time to have some real fun."

She turned to the bound man. He stared at her with a mixture of horror and loathing, as if she was a particularly offensive insect he had found in his food. No fooling this one, she thought.

"It's your time, Noah," she said. He tried to look defiant, but after seeing two men die the fear had him now.

"You know you're about to die, don't you Noah?" She asked him, standing. Her almost naked body towered over him, six feet three of pure muscle.

"I have money," he said. It was a desperate gambit, and he knew it.

She shrugged. "Congratulations," she said. "To my way of thinking, there's only two amounts of money a person can have. There's 'enough' and 'not enough'. As I told your boss, I have enough."

"You can't hope to get away with this," he tried. "You'll get caught!"

She paused, contemplating that. "You know, when I started out I honestly though the same thing," she said. "I thought I'd get caught... and I didn't care. Not so long as I finished the job before it happens. But now... even before I came to this house, I killed five men in the last few days. And every time, I just walked away from it. I'll walk away from killing all of you, too. And Liam. Don't ask me how I know that," she shrugged, "I just do. I don't just hope I'm going to get away with this, Noah. I know I will. And in a few weeks or months I'll kill again... and again. And I'll get away with that, too. I'll leave a trail of destruction behind me, and I'll live a long and happy life despite it all. I know it."

She walked over to him and straddled him, kneeling over his abdomen. "And now it's your turn," She smiled down at him, and it was pure cruelty. "Just surrender to it, Noah. You can't fight a force of nature."

With that she slammed a massive fist down into his chest with all her strength. She felt a rib break beneath the punch and smiled as he moaned in agony. "That's it, male. Feel your body break under me." She slammed her other fist down, snapping another rib. "This is what I'm going to do to you, male. I'm going to smash you up, inch by inch." Another fist slammed down, then another, then another. He squirmed under her, but her weight held him fast. "All because you had the misfortune of working for the father of a man who wronged me," she smiled as she punched him again and again. He coughed convulsively, and a spatter of blood rose to his lips. Cameron stopped, leaning down to stare into his eyes from inches away. "Do you feel it, Noah? Do you feel the ribs breaking, tearing into your lungs inside?" She slowly licked the blood from his lips and laughed. "Hmmm, tasty."

She sat up and launched punches into his chest, rapidly now, one after another. He began to cough up more blood as she worked him over, methodically smashing his ribcage, knowing that the organs beneath were bruising and tearing as the jagged bones ripped into them. Gradually his body began to flatten as she smashed her fists into it again and again, punches that any heavyweight boxer would have been in awe of. Blood drooled from his mouth, almost constant now, a trickle that gradually became a stream. She watched his pained face pale and gradually lose its life.

Finally, Cameron tired of the game. She slammed a hard punch into his chest just over his heart... then again... again... again... until around the dozen mark, Noah gave a series of spastic jerks and was suddenly still.

She checked for a pulse in his neck, found none. Slowly she stood and smiled over at Mr Miller. "Two down," she said. He stared at her sullenly. "Do you begin to accept it?" She asked, smiling. "Do you begin to realise that you're not going to get out of this? Tonight, you die. You and your whole stinking family."

She crossed over to where Jack was sitting, staring at her with a sick fascination. Horror, fear... and something else, she saw. He was a little turned on by it. His cock stood, semi-erect. Not a bad size, either, she thought, he really was a grower. Not up to Liam's standards, of course, but definitely not small. Not often you found a little beta boy with an adequate cock, but it did happen. "Hmm, you like seeing my muscles work, don't you Jack?" She asked, straddling his lap. He said nothing, but she could see the way he was staring at her, his eyes wide as they traced the curves of her muscles. "You like seeing me break and destroy men," she said softly. He couldn't admit to it, she knew. That would be too much, too fast. But she could see it in him, even if he didn't know it was there. It was almost a pity that she was going to kill him.

"Take my bra off, Jack," she ordered. He tried to... and found that he couldn't wrap his arms around her to reach the clasp. She laughed. "Oh dear, let me help then," she said, unhooking it herself. Jack pulled the garment from her, his eyes fastening to her nipples in awe.

She put a hand behind his little head and drew him to her breast. "Suckle," she commanded. He obeyed, latching on to her nipple like a new-born and licking urgently. She sighed in pleasure. Sex and death, was there any more perfect combination?

She had him suck and lick for a while, enjoying the feel of it, the way her body responded to him. Hmmm, he really was good at this, she mused. Eventually she lifted up. "Lie back, honey," she said. As he did she straddled his head and lowered her sex onto his face. He moaned as her female odour filled his nostrils; she was already very wet indeed. Jack wasn't a virgin, not quite, but the one experience he'd had giving oral to a girl hadn't been very successful for either one. He hadn't known what to do and she had just laid there quietly, cold and not very receptive. Now he had a puffy wet cunt riding his face, wet and hot and demanding. Nor was Cameron the least little bit shy about giving instruction; if she wanted it licked or sucked, she would present it to his lips and snap an order. "Kiss now... lick... press your tongue in there... no, left a little... push it in! Deeper! Now swirl it around... good boy..." She treated him as nothing more than a toy, a masturbatory device she was using to pleasure herself with.

And yet... he was exciting her. His previous partner had just laid there until they both got bored with the experience and moved on. This was nothing like that - he was giving this amazing, terrifying woman pleasure! Yes, it was under her direction, but he was doing it! The idea was new, astonishing. That he could give a woman pleasure... that sex could be something other than an unsatisfying end to a desperate pursuit, that it could lead to something... well, climactic.

Which it did. Cameron roared in pleasure as his tongue did its obedient work. The orgasm was incredible - the violence, the death, and now an obedient little bitch to pleasure her, it was a heady combination for the muscle Goddess. "That's it!" She screamed. "You just keep doing exactly that!" She came, again, again. It was glorious, almost as glorious as the thought of what she would do afterwards.

Finally, she climbed off his face. He was rock hard now, she saw, and pretty decent - seven inches or maybe a little more. His face was completely coated in her pussy juices and he had a glazed expression on his face. "Hmmm, that was delightful," she said, petting his hair like he was an obedient doggie. "Good boy."

"I never knew..." he whispered. "Never knew it could be like that."

Cameron laughed. "Just you wait," she said. "There's plenty more to come."

A Loss of Security

Cameron turned to the remaining two victims. "So, what do we have left," she said theatrically. "Two of the security staff. Charged with protecting the house and all those in her. Good job, fellas!" She laughed merrily and took up the scissors again, moving from man to man and cutting their clothing off them along with their gags. One of them immediately started begging and pleading for his life. He promised he'd do nothing to stop her, promised he'd never tell anybody about her, not the police, nobody. The usual nonsense people say to try and save their own skin. She ignored it and freed the other one. He just stared at her sullenly.

??"You," she said, nudging the quiet one with her toe once she had him naked, "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that since you were inside all nice and cosy whilst the other two schlubs walked the grounds... that means that you're the head of security and this fella is your underling. Am I right?"

He stared at her, saying nothing. She slapped his ass hard, making him jump. "Come on, speak up. Are you the boss, or not?" Again, a sullen silence. She looked over to the other one, who was still sobbing and trying to choke out promises that would save his life. "You!" She said loudly. "Shut the fuck up and tell me your name, and this asshole's name. Maybe I'll take pity on you!"

"Don't you dare!" The man at her feet yelled.

She turned to little Jack. "What are their names, sweetie?"

"That's Rick," he said, pointing at one of them. "The other one is Shawn, he's the head of security for Mr. Miller."

"You fucking traitor!" Shawn yelled. "I'll see you on dead for this!"

Jack looked at Cameron, visibly paling. "Oh, don't worry sweetie," she said, crossing over to where he sat. She hugged him to her abdomen, letting him feel the hard muscle against his face as she stroked his hair. "I won't let him do a thing to you. You're under my protection now, and so long as you do everything I say, you're going to be just fine."

"She's lying!" Shawn practically screamed. "My God man, are you so stupid that you don't realise that!"

Cameron stroked Jack's cheek as he buried his face in her muscular abdomen. She turned and winked at Shawn with a mischievous grin.

"I got to go back to work now, sweetie," she said softly to Jack. "You stay right here. I'll be back in a little while."

Turning, she advanced on Rick. He paled as he saw her coming. "Please, I'll do anything, let me help you too, like Jack... I'll help you to kill them if you'll just let me go!"

She laughed. "You really think I'd free a pathetic worm like you?" She said casually. "Shawn, I'll save you till last. You've already seen me kill one of your men, now you can watch while I kill the other one."

She crossed over to Rick and cut him free. He curled up into foetal position, whimpering at the soreness in his shoulders after being tied up for so long. "Come on, Rick," she chided. "Get up and come at me... come on, you never know, you might get lucky!

He just curled up tighter, tears streaming down his face. Cameron stared down at him, utterly disgusted. She kicked him in the spine, the heavy boot she wore smashing into him with a loud thud. He screamed and tried to scramble away. Cameron grabbed his left leg and pulled him back. "What kind of man are you?" She asked as she stepped in beside him and spun around. She hooked his left ankle onto his right kneecap, applying the figure four, and lay back to pile the pressure onto his leg.

He screamed in pain and terror as she increased the pressure, pleading for his life. "You disgust me," she practically spat the words at him. "How can you take work protecting people when you're such a coward? It's pathetic!" She flexed her leg muscles, redoubling the force on his legs until, inevitably, there came the muffled snap of breaking bone.

"You know, at least poor Nate tried," she said as she untangled herself. He tried to crawl away from her, desperate for escape. She caught him by an arm and twisted it up behind him as she pinned him beneath her. "I mean, it was a pathetic attempt really. He was outmatched and had no hope of winning, but he went down fighting. That's worth something, in my eyes. But you?" She yanked his arm up as hard as she could and his screams redoubled as the joint strained to breaking point and beyond. "Betraying your boss, betraying your protectee, all in a completely futile attempt to save your own skin. Pathetic, man. Truly pathetic."

The screams turned into strangled gasps as his shoulder joint ripped apart. She pushed his arm up and up, right past his head, making sure the ligaments were destroyed. "See now, doesn't that hurt?" She giggled, twisting the arm around. "Now I'm going to do the other one, too. Try to stop me, go on. I dare you."

He didn't try, much to her disappointment. He just sobbed and screamed and begged, over and over. She sighed with disappointment as she seized his other arm and ripped the shoulder joint apart. "God, I do love this so," she mused as she listened to him screaming. "The feel of a man's body just tearing and breaking. Knowing that I can do that to him... that I have that power, that strength. And knowing that there's nothing he can do to stop me, no matter how hard he tries."

She casually gripped one of his fingers and snapped the knuckle joint. He howled in a most satisfactory manner. "That's the thing, you see... it's great to break and destroy a man," snap, " but that sense of overpowering him, of pitting my strength against his and having him come up short... I love that!" Snap. "And when I meet a cowardly little shit like yourself, Rick, who gives up right from the start... well, you deny me that feeling." Snap. "And you know what, Rick? I don't like to be denied."

She lifted up and rolled him over. She slapped his face hard. "You get that, Rick? You denied me something I want! How dare you do that! You little shit, you're only on this Earth to bring pleasure to me!"

She took his head in her hands and began to squeeze. He jerked under her but there wasn't anything he could do against her, and he was so paralysed with fear that he wasn't really trying as such. She squeezed and squeezed, pouring on every last bit of strength as she raised her eyes to stare at Shawn. He was staring at her in sick horror, his eyes filled with hate and the thirst for revenge. This one was dangerous, she decided. And that made it so much sweeter.

Rick's skull began to crack and break under her hands. She threw her head back, laughing as his howls reached a crescendo. Her fingers began to sink in, bone crushing beneath them. Blood began to leak out, first in a trickle, then a torrent. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as she slowly, inch by sadistic inch, crushed his skull.

He gave one hard jerk and went limp. Cameron moaned in pleasure as her fingers sank into his shattered skull, tearing into his brain matter. She yanked hard and her hands tore free, a big fist-full of torn skin and bone fragments, along with the greyish sludge that had been a functional brain a moment before.

"Oh wow, that was lovely," she said, looking back down at Shawn. "Though not so much for him, obviously!" She laughed. "Hmmm, what a pity that he decided to take a job working for you, huh Shawn?"

The big man stared at her in absolute loathing. She laughed. "Oh Shawn, if looks could kill! But looks can't kill, can they?" She flexed her biceps, leaning over to kiss each one softly in turn. "But my arms can kill, Shawn. They've killed men often. And soon they're going to kill you. But first things first," she turned her attention to Mr Miller. "Enjoying the show, Daddy?" She asked.

"You're going to pay for this," he grated.

She laughed. "Yes, you said," she smiled. "But even if so, you're not going to be alive to see it. And neither is Greg, and neither is Liam."

She walked over to Shawn. "You look mighty pissed," she said. "Are you angry at me, little man? Are you hungry for the chance of revenge?" She picked up the scissors. "Well, time to get your wish," she said. And she snipped through the tape holding his wrists together. She tossed the scissors down beside him and stepped nimbly back. Rick rolled over and sat up, wincing as his shoulders cracked. But he ignored the pain and reached straight for the scissors, Cameron saw. Something to bear in mind.

He cut him legs free and rose, turning to face her. She smiled pleasantly. "Time to see what you're made of, Shawn," she taunted. "Watch carefully, Jack."

He moved forward slowly, watching her as carefully as she was watching him. For all his obvious anger, she saw, he didn't let it control him. Another thing to bear in mind. This one was a wolf amongst the sheep, a dangerous man with a lot of motivation. Good.

He threw a punch... then suddenly pulled it and lashed out a foot with blinding speed, aiming for her knee. He almost caught her - she jerked back and felt the edge of his foot barely graze her as it went past. His speed was shocking for such a big guy, and she decided that he might even be a little faster than she was.

He wasn't stronger, though. Swinging the kick threw him a little off balance, and she drove a fist into his ribs with everything she could put behind it. He whuffed as the breath was driven from his lung and danced backwards, clutching his side.

"Quick... but not quick enough," she taunted.

She expected him to hold back as he nursed his side. Instead he lunged forward, throwing a huge roundhouse right. Again, she barely dodged it. She started forward, expecting him to be off balance again, but he wasn't. She walked straight into a hard left that landed just right on her temple. She staggered back, dazed, and now it was his turn to press the advantage. He howled with triumph as he saw her hurt for the first time. He launched another brutal kick - and Cameron deftly caught his foot. He tried to pull away, but he didn't have the weight or strength. Cameron reeled him in like a flopping fish, raising his foot to chest height. Her other hand curled into a fist and she slammed it down into his knee. It hurt her fist, but it hurt him more. He grunted in pain and tried to wrench free again. She drove her fist into his knee again, and again, big meaty punches doing damage. Then she released him and stepped back.

He stepped back himself, and she saw that he was limping on that leg now. She smiled grimly at the look in his eyes. He was almost a match for her physically, and he'd really had a decent chance to beat her. But not anymore. The fight wasn't over, but the result had just been decided.

She advanced now, and he slowly backed away, limping. "Scared, Shawn?" She mocked. He flushed but said nothing. She darted forward, swinging a kick of her own, and he was too slow to dodge. Her boot crashed into his injured knee and he howled as he collapsed to the floor. The sound of defeat, she mused, and pounced on him. In truth she could probably have just kicked him to death right there, and it would have been safer all around. But she wanted to pit her strength against his, wanted to strain against him and crush and break things on him.

They grappled, and on the floor his leg wasn't nearly so much of a handicap. She found herself actually struggling against him; sheer physical strength wasn't that big of an advantage in wrestling, not compared to skill, and muscle bulk was even less so - and Shawn was very good at this.

Not quite as good as she was, however. It took several minutes of struggle, but she finally got him face down, pinned by her weight on his back and with his injured leg in a lock. She applied pressure and he groaned in pain as his injured knee twisted and began to separate. If they'd been in a competition match, he would have tapped out. Of course, this was a rather more serious kind of match. She twisted savagely, feeling his knee gradually giving way. He struggled for all he was worth, and actually came close to throwing her off a couple of times; she was impressed. But once she had him immobilised she was just too heavy, too strong. She twisted harder, harder, and finally his knee gave way with a soft muffled pop. He howled in pain and she laughed and reversed the hold, twisting his leg in the opposite direction. He began to scream and beat the floor with his fists. She twisted harder, feeling the joint giving way, ligaments stretching, until suddenly the whole joint tore apart and his lower leg twisted freely in her hands.

She rolled away, grinning as he clutched as his knee. His foot was actually facing almost backwards, and Cameron giggled. "Look at that," she laughed, pointing. "You look so silly!"

He lunged at her, furious, but with only one working leg it was a feeble effort. Cameron met him full on, driving a fist into his face. His eye socket crumpled under the force of her blow, and he collapsed.

She smashed another hammer-blow into his other eye. "So weak!" She exclaimed, flipping him easily onto his back. She looked up at Mr Miller, smiling as she brought the edge of her hand down in a brutal karate-chop that landed directly on Shawn's throat. He jerked, making a deep choking sound, and began to flop around as he fought for breath. Cameron knew that inside his throat the damaged tissues would be swelling, sealing his throat tightly shut. He began to turn red, his struggles getting harder and harder - but there was nothing to struggle against, so he just writhed and jerked on the floor as she watched his face slowly turn blue. After a couple of minutes, his motions began to gradually slow and weaken, then stopped. Cameron moved in again, wrapping her big, powerful arms around his head. She twisted slowly, her muscles bulging with the effort, increasing the pressure until his neck snapped. She jiggled his head around a bit, making sure that his spinal column was torn apart, and then let the body fall to the floor.

She looked at Mr. Miller, who was staring at her in blank horror. "I win again," she said simply.

She looked across at Jack. He was staring at her, tears on his cheeks - and a sizeable erection in his lap. She crossed over and sat beside him. "Aww sweetie, what's the matter?" She asked.

"You... the way you killed all these people," he said softly. "It's so terrible, so violent. I didn't know people could do things like that."

She put an arm around him, half turning towards him and pulling his head onto her chest. "I know, sweetie," she said. She took his cock in one hand and began to stroke him softly. "It's so awful, isn't it? So terrible, seeing those men all broken and smashed. It frightens you, doesn't it?"

He nodded, a soft moan escaping from his lips as she masturbated him.

"But it's kind of exciting too, isn't it?" She asked. "Seeing me, how strong and powerful I am, how helpless they are? You like it, don't you sweetie? Just a little?"

For a long minute he said nothing. Then he nodded slowly towards Shawn's body. "He bullied me," he said.

"Awww, that's so sad," she leaned back into the comfy cushions of the couch, pulling him back with her. "Tell me about it, sweetie."

"He'd... um, call me names," he said. His eyes closed as she wanked his cock a little faster. He was hard now, very hard. "Faggot... sissy..."

"Oh, you poor thing," she murmured softly. "Did he hurt you?"

"A couple of times," he said. "Once I left a door unlocked overnight. He said I'd endangered the house. He... slapped me. Twice."

"Oh sweetie," she said sympathetically. "Look at him now," she urged. He opened his eyes, looking down at Shawn. His lower leg was still twisted almost all the way around, bent at an odd angle. His head was likewise twisted oddly, and misshapen around the eyes. The flesh there was tinged with bruising and swelling. The slack expression on his face made it very, very clear that he was dead. "He'll never hurt you or anybody else, ever again," she whispered. She sped her stroking up even more. He was close now, very close. She could feel it. "Nobody will ever hurt you again, sweetie. Big bad Cameron will protect you. My muscles will keep you safe, all the time. All you have to do is obey, honey. Just obey me in everything, without any hesitation at all."

"Yes Cameron," he whispered. His voice practically dripped lust. "I'll do anything for you, anything at all."

"That's very good, sweetie," she murmured. "Now cum for Cameron. A nice, hard cum for me, right now."

Her words seemed to drive him over the edge. His cock practically throbbed in her hand as thick jets of cum gushed from it, spattering all over his chest. She smiled as she continued to stroke, milking him of every last drop. It was quite the load, she mused.

She held her hand to his lips. "Clean it up, sweetie," she ordered. To his credit, he barely hesitated. His tongue snaked out and began to lick his cum from her hand, little by little. "Good boy," she said with a smile.

She looked at Mr. Miller, who was staring at her with unconcealed disgust. "Well Daddy," she said merrily, "Four dead, and this one belongs to me now. Seems like you're fresh out of employees!"

"You really are a lunatic," he said, and she all but purred at the fear in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah," said, "but I'm not the one who's about to die. That would be you." She glanced at Jack. "Lick all that cum up off yourself, sweetie," she said. He nodded obediently and began to scoop the big strings of cum up onto his fingers.

Pruning the Family Tree

Cameron glanced at the clock on the wall. "So, Liam should be hone anytime in the next hour or two," she said, advancing on Mr Miller. "Time to prepare his welcome home present, I think."

"Get away from me," Miller said, struggling with his bonds. "You leave me alone! You! Jack! Get out of here, boy! Run! Call the police!"

Cameron looked over at Jack. She had no doubt she could catch him easily in a few seconds if he tried to run. He stared at Miller for a long moment, then glanced at the door. She watched carefully as he seemed to consider it. Then he looked back at Mr. Miller. Almost defiantly, he scooped a big glob of his own cum off his soft stomach and put it into his mouth.

Cameron relaxed and smiled at him affectionately before looking back to his boss. "He's mine now," she said. She jerked Miller out of his chair and threw him on the floor. Three minutes with the scissors had him naked.

"You deserve to suffer," she said thoughtfully. "No quick death for you. You brought that scumbag Liam into the world, and for that insult to me, you will pay."

"You are one fucked up bitch," he spat.

"Let's start with the knees," she said. She lifted his legs, still bound together at the ankles, and propped his feet on a table, then raised her boot over his right knee. "This is a personal favourite of mine, you know. It's really painful," she added with an impish grin.

"Fuck yo- ARGHH!" He screamed as she brought her boot down onto his knee with every bit of weight and strength she had. The entire joint sagged backwards with a crunching sound. Cameron laughed as she raised her leg again and slammed it down into the damaged knee. The join disintegrated and his entire leg bent backwards.

"No, fuck you, bitch!" She laughed merrily as she slammed her boot into the other knee. It gave way on the first try, and his legs bent backwards as he howled in pain. It was so loud that for a moment she actually wondered if somebody might overhear him. But he was indoors, in a house that stood in sizeable grounds, with the nearest neighbour a good three hundred yards away. Nobody was going to hear him.

Cameron kicked him savagely in the pelvis. She had no real game plan here, no carefully thought out imaginative way to kill him. The hot, tight ball of pain she'd carried in her gut for the last few days wanted out, and she was happy to finally let it have free reign. She kicked him in the pelvis again... again... he screamed as she felt the bone sag under her blows, undoubtedly broken. She threw back her head and laughed as she stalked around him, kicking and stamping on anything that looked like it might break. Not his head, though; she did have a plan for that, and she wanted it clearly recognisable. She stamped on his hands over and over until the bones crunched. She smashed his elbows, bending his arms back almost double - then smashed the arm bones too. He screamed and screamed, impressing her in a curious way. He was an old guy, well into his sixties at least, and she expected that he would break easily and die fast. Most likely a heart attack, maybe a stroke, but die of something. Or maybe go catatonic, fall into a coma or something. But no. He just screamed and screamed and then screamed some more. The old man was a tough bastard, and he certainly had a good set of lungs on him, she thought to herself.

She squatted between his shattered legs and examined his genitals critically. "Hmm, I can see where Liam gets it from," she said. "Daddy Miller, what a nice big dick you have! All the better to get smashed by you, my dear," she laughed and punched him in the balls. He screamed, of course. "The thing about punching balls is, it can be oddly difficult to hurt them that way. Because the things flop around in there, you see. So, if you punch them, often you just knock them out of the way. It hurts, but it doesn't really do proper damage." She went to her backpack and fished some washing line out. She tied a quick and dirty slip know and looped the thin cord around his balls, pulling it tight. She wrapped it around another ten times, leaving his scrotum jutting out from his body at the end of a tube of cord, his balls tight inside it. "There we go!" She said, taking hold of one of the big plumbs. "Now, let's pop one of these suckers!" And with that she squeezed as hard as she could. Miller made fresh howls as he felt his testicle squish under her fingers, resisting for only a moment before it burst inside him. Cameron laughed as she crushed it relentlessly, turning it from a functional organ into nothing more than dead jelly. She gripped the other one. "Nothing more symbolic than this," she said. "You men, you're all so proud of your big dicks and your big balls. Well here's Big Bad Cameron, Mr. Miller, and in comparison to my muscles, your big balls are nothing. They're just another way that I can hurt you.

She squeezed hard, and his other testicle exploded under her fingers. "There we go," she crooned. "I've castrated you, Daddy Miller. You won't ever make another Miller to piss me off, ever again. No more sperm factories for you! Of course, you still have your cock."

She cut another length and tied another knot. She slipped it over his big cock and tied it around the base, pulling it savagely tight. Miller moaned as she pulled the knot as hard as she could before tying it off. "There we go," she said. "No more blood flow to Mister Fuck-stick. No more erections for you, Daddy." She punched his cock brutally, eliciting another scream. The man could scream for America in the scream Olympics, she thought to herself as she punched again, and again. After a few minutes his cock began to turn red, shading toward a dark blue-black. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked pleasantly. "I know I am!"

She turned to Jack, who was staring at her in awed terror. "Be a darling, would you? Go fetch me a meat cleaver from the kitchen. The biggest, sharpest cleaver you have."

He nodded and wobbled out of the room. She only realised once he was gone that he could call the cops, or make a run for it. She stood, leaving Miller's battered body on the floor as she stepped to the doorway and listened carefully. She heard a drawer open in the kitchen and some rattling of metal. Then a moment later, Jack advanced down the corridor with a huge cleaver clutched in his hand. Cameron smiled, genuinely touched that he hadn't tried to rat her out.

He offered her the cleaver. "Here you go, Miss Cameron," he said.

She bestowed an affectionate smile on him. "Such a good boy," she said, patting his head. "Now come watch this..."

Death in Detroit

Liam smiled as he drove the 1961 Ferrari 250 through the quiet night-time streets. His dad certainly did have good taste in cars, he mused. Good taste in most things, actually.

Beside him Jade looked absolutely stunning. Was there any finer moment in life than cruising around in a hot car with a hot woman, he wondered? It didn't get any better than this.

They'd been out to a great restaurant, caught a movie, spent a few hours in a club, and now they were headed home where he intended to spend the next several hours fucking her brains out. Such as they were, he thought with a secret grin. But what the hell, a woman who looked like that didn't need brains.

He pulled up at the big metal gate and clicked the button on the car keys. The gate rumbled open and he headed up to the house, glancing around. That was odd, usually he could see dad's security guys walking the grounds. Tonight, nothing. Hmm. He guessed they must both be on the other side of the house.

He pulled up in front of the house and climbed out, walking around to open Jade's door for her. She liked that kind of shit, it put her in a good mood. He led her into the main house.

Something seemed wrong as soon as he opened the door, but he couldn't quite work out what it was. The house seemed oddly quiet. Well... he advanced towards the lounge, Jade's hand held in his as he listened. Quiet, yes, but not silent. He could hear... what was that? It was like a quiet grunting, almost a moaning sound. Like maybe somebody was exercising or something.

They walked into the lounge, and Liam stopped dead.

At first, he didn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. There were people lying on the floor, four or five of them scattered around the room. What was...? And on the table in the centre of the room... his eyes slid away from that, his brain refusing for the moment to see it at all. He looked down in confusion, advancing into the room. "Are you playing some sort of game?" He asked blankly. Ring a ring o roses, he thought to himself giddily. They all fell down. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. What was wrong with them? They were all lying so still!

"Oh Jesus," Jade whispered beside him. The absolute horror in her voice sparked something in his brain. They're dead, he thought. They're still because they're all dead. The thought seemed unreal.

Then he looked back at the table, now almost right in front of him, and it all snapped horribly into focus. Because his father's head was sitting in the middle of the surface, in a pool of blood.

Liam's mouth opened and closed. He turned away, gore rising in his throat.

Beside the door was a large leather couch. His father had had that couch for a long time, Liam had sat on it countless times. Once, when everyone was asleep, he'd fucked Jade in the ass on it. It had been an amazing experience, the possibility of his father hearing the noise and walking in on them had made him feel like a naughty schoolboy.

Now a woman sat there. A naked woman. A very large, very muscular, naked woman. Her thick, muscular thighs were splayed wide open, and Liam realised that there was a naked man kneeling between them, his face buried in her crotch.

Cameron.

Oh shit, a distant part of his brain whispered.

The noise he'd heard was her, moaning in pleasure as the man tongued her pussy. He could see her nipples standing full and firm, her body quivering with pleasure, and knew that she was very close to orgasm.

Cameron. Here. How?

His brain was playing serious catch-up. She'd come after him. Cameron had followed him here. Jesus, Jade had been right all along. And she'd... she'd killed everyone? The idea was too big for him to assimilate.

Cameron screamed in pleasure as the orgasm thundered through her. Her huge thighs closed on the little guy, crushing his head between them. Knowing from personal experience just how powerful those things could be, Liam watched in horror. He was aware that Cameron was strong. He was vaguely aware that she was stronger even than she seemed, that she held back a lot in the normal course of events. She didn't hold back this time, though, not in the slightest. Her whole body arched up, her big breasts standing proud on the huge plates of muscle in her chest, thighs swelling as she crossed her ankles and squeezed. The guy, whoever he was, began to flop like a fish dragged from a river, his little hands beating ineffectually against the leather of the couch. It didn't take a man with a firm grip on the situation to see how unequal a contest that was.

As if to underscore the point, Cameron's titanic thighs gave one last throb of power, and she screamed in ecstasy as the man's head practically exploded in her lap.

His skull shattered and his head literally burst open. Bone and brain fragments were propelled by a giant splatter of blood, spewing all over the couch, all over the man's body, all over the floor, and all over Cameron. She breathed hard, coming down from the orgasm.

It was the most amazing demonstration of strength that Liam had ever seen. He'd probably call it the most amazing demonstration of brutality that he'd ever seen too, if he hadn't just seen his own father's decapitated head being used as a table ornament.

Cameron stood. Liam was suddenly, acutely aware of just how big she was. It was all very well to say that she was 6'3", or that she had broad shoulders... that didn't really convey the sheer scale of the woman. She was like two ordinary people fused together somehow.

"Hi Liam," she said. He started at her. Bits of brain and bone decorated pretty much everything from the underside of her breasts down to her feet. He watched in growing horror as an eyeball clung to her thigh. It quivered there for a moment and slowly began to slide down the curve of the thickly corded muscle. He watched it slide, inch by inch, then it fell off and down onto the floor with a soft wet plop.

"Uh," he said.

Jade began to scream. It was a startlingly loud sound, and Liam looked at her in astonishment. In all honesty, he'd forgotten that she was there.

Cameron stepped forward. A hand flashed out and slapped her, hard. She shut up.

"Sit down, both of you," Cameron pointed at a couple of chairs.

Liam ran. It finally dawned on him that this was real, that it was actually happening, that he'd just seen Cameron murder a man in the most brutal way he could imagine, that she'd killed fuck knows how many other people right here in this room, including his own father, and that he was very probably next. So, he ran for the door, desperate to save himself. The idea of trying to save Jade did not occur to him.

Cameron stuck a booted foot out and neatly tripped him. She straddled his back, looping an arm around his neck, and dragged him around to face Jade. She straightened up about a foot leaning back until his spine was practically cracking. Her eyes locked with Jade.

"Sit in the fucking chair," she growled. There was no humour there now, no taunting, no ironic joke. Nothing but nastiness and potential mayhem and violence.

Jade sat.

"You know, I had a speech worked out," Cameron said into Liam's ear. "I was going to explain to you how much you hurt me. How you betrayed me. What that made me feel like. All that shit. But you know what? The last few days I've driven a lot of miles, and I've killed a lot of people. I killed your brother," she said, and Liam's eyes widened.

"No..." he gasped.

"Oh yes, I killed the living shit out of that little turd," she said grimly. "I tortured him for a long time, too. You should have heard him scream! And then I drove all the way here, and you know what? During that whole trip, I killed pretty much every stinking male I met. Every one. I wonder how far I'd get, if I killed every man I ever met for the rest of my life? What do you think, Jade?"

Jade stared at her with tears in her eyes. "Cameron, I'm... I'm sorry. Really, I am so sorry. I know that doesn't mean much, but... I wish I could take it back somehow."

"To quote a saying I once heard, honey, you would say that, wouldn't you?"

Jade hung her head. "I know I won't convince you," she said. "I know I betrayed you, and you don't know how many times I've wished I could make up for it. But I know I can't." She looked at Liam, almost defiantly. "I just wish it hadn't been over someone like him."

Liam tried to speak, and Cameron tightened her grip to cut his air off. "Nobody's talking to you," she said. "We're talking about you. There's a difference, so shut the fuck up." She nodded to Jade. "Continue."

"Well it's just... you know Liam," Jade said. "He has his advantages, of course. I mean, he's good looking, he's rich, and he's... well, you know how many times you talked about how he is, down there."

"Yeah, he has a big cock and he knows what to do with it," Cameron nodded. "It's a bonus feature, for sure."

"Well, he just turned my head, is all," Jade said. "He wanted me, and I was weak, and when he tried to seduce me, I let him. I knew it was wrong, but... I just let him, that's all. I'm sorry. I wish we could just... forget all this. I know it's futile Cameron, but if I had one wish, it would be that we could be friends again."

Cameron thought about it. "I can kind of see that," she said slowly. "But I don't know that I can really trust it. I don't know that you're really on my side, Jade."

"Oh, but I am!" Jade said quickly. "Honestly, I am!"

"Well then, let me put it this way," Cameron said softly. "Fingers on the left hand, or the right eye?"

"Fingers... what?" Jade looked at her uncertainly.

"I'm going to break the fingers on this bastard's left hand... or I going to rupture his right eye. You can choose."

"Cameron, I don't think I can do that," Jade said weakly.

Cameron shrugged. "You choose one, or I do both," she said. "So, don't think of it as choosing one to break, think of it as choosing one to save." She looked at Jade coolly. "If you are on my side, Jade, you'll play my game. If you don't... well I guess I'll know who you're really rooting for here."

Jade stared at her for a long time, her brain whirling. She looked down at Liam. His pained eyes met hers and he managed to shake his head a little.

"Eye," she said softly.

Cameron smiled as she placed her thumb against his right eye. Liam began to thrash and tried to shout. "Shut up," she said as she stabbed her thumb in savagely.

Liam managed a groan of pain as her thumb speared into his eyeball, squashing it almost flat. Her thumbnail tore into the eyelid, ripping it open. A moment later the eyeball itself burst under the pressure, and her thumb sank in as clear vitreous fluid burst out. She sank her thumb deep, pressing it in. "Sorry Liam," she whispered into his ear. "She made me do it!"

She hooked her thumb and yanked sharply and what was left of his eyeball drooled out of the socket, dangling from the end of the optic nerve. "Eye eye, what's all this then?" Cameron said, and laughed sadistically.

It took every ounce of self-control that Jade had not to throw up in her lap.

Cameron laughed. "Now, that's entertainment!" She yelled. "Oh God, honey, you have no idea how much I've been wanting to punish this little fucker. I've needed it so badly! And that's only the beginning. Tell me, honey, right ear or left ear?"

"What?" Jade said weakly.

"He's going to lose an ear. Which one do you want me to rip off, the right one or the left one?"

She loosened her arm on Liam's throat enough for him to talk. "Don't you dare," he rasped. "Don't you go along with this, Jade. Don't let her make you do this. Better to die than become what she's trying to make you. Don't you do it!"

"Is that true, Jade?" Cameron asked quietly. "Is it better to die than to help me like this? You said you still wanted to be my friend. Which is it?"

"The left ear," Jade said. Jade could be called many things, but 'willing to die horribly for her principles' didn't make the list.

"Hmm, yes, kind of balance it up," Cameron said approvingly. "Good idea!" She leaned in and gripped Liam's ear between her teeth, as close as she could to the skull. Biting down savagely, she yanked her head away. It was harder than she expected; she had to worry away with her teeth, yanking over and over again. Finally, though, a huge section of his ear ripped away. Cameron spat it out on the floor. "Whew!" She said. "And Mike Tyson makes that look so easy!"

Jade closed her eyes, taking some deep breaths. She was having trouble holding her stomach. The scene playing out was her worst fears come true... well, her second worst fears, she thought to herself. Her absolute worst fear was this stuff happening to her rather than Liam.

"Next up," Cameron said cheerfully, "arm or leg?"

"Jade," Liam grated. "Don't you dare cooperate with this lunatic! You can't!"

Cameron chuckled. "Oh, but she can, Liam," she taunted. "And so far, she is. Because she knows what's good for her, don't you honey?"

Jade nodded shakily. "Yes Cameron," she whimpered.

"And besides... did you think that just because she was fucking you that she liked you, Liam? She didn't like you, kiddo. Nobody likes you, Liam. I bet even your dad didn't like you. If only you could sit down and have a heart to heart with him about it... but too late now!" She laughed. Liam bellowed with rage and bucked under her, almost throwing her off. Cameron slammed a fist into the back of his head... once, again, a third time, and he slumped back to the floor. "No you don't," she said harshly. "There's no escape for you, fucker. No more than there was for your shit-stain of a brother or your dick of a father." She looked at Jade again. "Leg or arm, Jade. Which would you like to see broken?"

"His arm," Jade replied.

"My pleasure." Cameron came up to her knees and planted one just below his elbow. Liam tried to pull away but he was still dazed, weak and un-coordinated. "Breaking a person's forearm is quite easy," Cameron said. "There are two bones in there, the tibia and the fibula. The tibia is the larger, but neither bone is all that thick." She gripped his arm above the wrist. "All you have to do is get some leverage and apply some force."

She straightened explosively, jerking with all her strength. With an audible crack the bones of Liam's forearm snapped. Jade's stomach flip-flopped again as she watched with sick fascination, unable to look away. The lower half of his arm bent at a crazy angle, almost at ninety degrees. It looked horrific. Cameron laughed and began to twist it from side to side, prompting a scream of agony from Liam as the broken bones grated against flesh.

"That's the spirit," Cameron said happily. "Pick something else, Jade!"

Jade forced a smile onto her face. "His other arm," she said.

"Oh God you bitch, you want this!" Liam screamed. His voice was slurred, slow, as if he was drunk on the pain. "I helped you, I drove you all across the fucking country, took you into my family home! Were you planning this all along, you fucking bitch? Were you conspiring with this maniac?"

Cameron grabbed his other arm, "see how grateful he is to you, honey?" She said as she planted her knee. "Face it Jade, you two never meant anything to one another. Isn't that right?"

Jade nodded. "That's right... I never loved him Cameron, never cared about him really. He was just another fuck to me. You used to talk about how fantastic he was in the sack all the time, remember? I was so curious... and when he came on to me, I had to try. I'm so sorry, honestly I am."

"I believe you," Cameron said, and snapped Liam's arm like a dry twig. Somehow he found the air to bellow in pain yet again.

"I'm inclined to blame him, you know," she said. "He seduced you."

Jade nodded vigorously. "That's right! He did!"

"You couldn't resist that big dick of his, right?"

Jade blushed. "You know I like big ones as much as you do," she said.

"Let's have a look." Cameron began to strip Liam. He tried to push her away without thinking and screamed anew as both forearms bent crazily. "Resistance is futile!" Cameron laughed.

When she had him naked she stood over his chest, gripping his ankles and raising his legs high and wide. "Well, there's the offending organ," she said. "Come take a look, Jade."

Jade walked over, feeling a little dizzy. She was struck, as always, by how huge he was down there. Usually that thought was an exciting one, but right now it felt incredibly incongruous amid this scene of carnage.

"Stamp on it," Cameron said.

"What?"

"Raise your foot and stamp it down on his cock and balls," Cameron said. "Now," she added firmly.

"Cameron... I don't think I can do that," Jade said.

"Yes, you can," Cameron nodded. "Unless... unless you're taking his side?"

Panic flared. "No! Definitely not!"

"Show me, Jade. Hurt him for me."

Jade raised her foot hesitantly. She was wearing black pumps with five-inch heels. She stared at Liam, taking a breath... and stabbed her foot down. He groaned in pain as the sole of her show smacked into his cock.

"Not hard enough," Cameron said. "Harder!"

A tear rolled down Jade's cheek as she raised her foot and stamped it down again. Cameron laughed. "More! Harder! Faster!" She yelled. "Go on, girl!"

Jade began stamping her foot down, again and again. On the fourth strike Liam tried to jerk away, and she misjudged it. He only managed to move a couple of inches; instead of the sole of her shoe hitting him, the stiletto heel stabbed down into his scrotum. The sharp metal tip ripped it open, and blood spilled. "Oh God," Jade whispered, horrified.

Cameron giggled. "Oh yes, that's more like it!" She cried. "Do that again!"

Jade did. She deliberately stabbed her heel into his scrotum... once, twice, three times. He screamed and screamed as her heel lacerated him again and again, until on the final strike she ripped him open. Gore rose in her throat and she turned away, staggering back to the chair.

"That's my girl!" Cameron crowed. "She raised her own boot and slammed it down on him. The blow was at least five times as hard as anything Jade had managed. Cameron stamped down again and again, watching as his cock and balls slowly turned into a bloody mess. Liam stopped screaming, his head lolling back. Cameron smiled down at him, admiring the damage she had done. "Not so horny now, are you, fucker?" She asked him rhetorically. "How about it, girl?" She asked Jade. "Hand or foot?"

"Hand!" Jade said without thinking. Cameron laughed and stamped on Liam's hand just as hard as she could. It took until the fourth go before she started hearing bones breaking. By the tenth his entire hand was a misshapen mass. "Nice one!" She laughed. "What next, babe?"

"Why don't you knock his teeth out?" Jade said.

"Can't..." Liam muttered weakly. "Can't... hurts..."

"Say it again," Cameron demanded. "Make it a request, not a question."

Jade took a deep breath. She was crossing a line, and she knew it. "Knock his teeth out, Cameron," she said. "Punish him for what he did."

Cameron smiled and squatted down over Liam. She smashed her fist into his jaw a dozen times, feeling it breaking under her strength. He spat a few teeth out as she worked. "God, this is making me so horny," she said as she finished. "Fuck, I wish I haven't killed Jack now. He had a good tongue on him."

She rolled Liam onto his back, smiling down at him as she straddled his chest. She slapped his face a few times until his eye lost its glaze and focused on her. "Wake up, lover," she crooned softly. "Time to die."

She wrapped her hands around his neck. Her big, powerful hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to squeeze. Her thumbs sank into his windpipe, closing it off. Few people realised just how long it took to strangle a person to death; in movies and TV it usually takes about ten seconds. In real life it takes minutes - and you had to keep doing it for quite a while after they pass out, too. Cameron watched Liam's face gradually go slack as he ran out of air, squeezing and squeezing. His head lolled back, and she squeezed harder. Choking the life out of him, she thought. "Cheat on me, will you?" She said softly as she watched his life slowly drain away. "Fuck that. Fuck that, fuck you, and fuck your entire family."

She released his neck and stood. "Jade, watch," she said. She raised her leg and slammed the boot down on Liam's temple, driven by all the strength she had in the massive thigh muscles. His skull crunched under her boot. She smashed it down again... again... gradually reducing his head to a crushed pulp.

"And that's that," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Jade whispered.

"I want you to know a couple of things," Cameron said. "First is... the only reason you're not lying there next to him is that I don't particularly like killing women. You get that, right?"

Jade nodded jerkily.

"So, you get to live. But Jade... if you're going to live, then we're going to remain friends. And if we're going to remain friends, then that means you're going to be doing whatever I tell you to, from now on. Understood?"

Another jerky nod.

"You don't have to agree with everything I say, but I don't want to hear arguments from you when I tell you to do something. Obedience is the key here. Is that clear to you?"

Nod.

"Needless to say, you won't be telling anybody about any of this," she gestured around the room. A beautiful, elegantly decorated and expensively furnished room that was now littered with corpses. "No police, no talking to friends about it, nothing. Because if you do... I'll come for you, Jade. I don't care what you do, where you go. I'll find you. I don't care if I have to break out of prison, or wade through a dozen cops like the fucking Terminator or something. You talk, and we'll have a conversation that's a lot less friendly than this one. Is that clear?"

"Yes Cameron," Jade said meekly.

The Amazon searched her face and nodded slowly. "You always did have a strong sense of self preservation," she said.

"I'll do whatever you say," Jade whimpered. "I promise, Cameron. Anything at all."

Cameron stood, spreading her legs and planting her fists on her hips. Jade stared at her in utter terror. Tall, stunningly beautiful, hugely muscled, covered in blood and gore, she looked like some sort of ancient Goddess of war and death. "Come here, Jade," she said, pointing to the floor in front of her. "Kneel."

Jade moved towards her uncertainly. Half of her honestly believed that she was walking to her death. She sank to her knees slowly, trembling as she looked up at the terrifying visage above her.

Cameron stared down at her thoughtfully. "Lick my thighs," she said.

Jade looked at them in horror. They were coated in half-dried blood, flecked with bits of bone and brain matter. She'd never seen anything so gruesome. Lick that?

She looked back up at Cameron pleadingly. "I can't..." she whispered.

Cameron slapped her across her face. Jade half-fell backwards, gasping in shock and pain. One hand went to her cheek, stroking it softly. "What did we say, Jade?" Cameron demanded. The anger in her voice was terrifying. That voice contained pure violence, barely held in check. Jade only had to glace around to see the human wreckage that surrounded her, the sheer brutality that she was facing. "About obeying? Try to remember. I know you're not all that bright, but it was only thirty seconds ago."

"We said... that I would obey you," Jade whimpered. "But this-"

Cameron leaned down and slapped her again. Jade did fall this time, sprawling on her back. Cameron took two handfuls of her sexy little red dress and pulled her back up to her knees. "No 'but'," she said. "No refusals, no hesitations, no negotiations, no arguments. If I tell you to lick, you lick. You do anything I say, anything at all. Or you die, slowly and painfully. Make your choice and make it right now."

She straightened back up, putting her clenched fists back on her hips. "Now lick."

Jade licked. She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face into Cameron's thighs and licking the hard compound curves of her muscles. She almost gagged, as much on the knowledge of what she was licking as on the taste itself. "Good girl," Cameron said softly. She caressed Jade's hair with one hand. "That’s my good girl. Just do as you're told, and everything will be fine. I look after my friends. I'll look after you, Jade, so long as you're my friend. So long as you do exactly as you're told."

Jade whimpered in fear, but she kept licking submissively. Cameron smiled. She had no illusions about Jade's newfound loyalty. But she also knew very well the kind of person Jade was at a fundamental level. If pleasing and obeying Cameron was the way to ensure that she survived and prospered, then that's what she would do. At first, she'd tell herself she was doing it cynically, waiting for a chance to run, or to turn the tables. Cameron would keep a careful eye on her for a while, waiting for her to try and take that chance.

But once it sank in that there was no escape, Jade would come around. She'd convince herself that this was the new normal, that it was the right way to live. A version of Stockholm Syndrome, Cameron supposed.

"Higher," she said. Jade hesitated, knowing what that word meant... but only for a moment. She nuzzled her face into Cameron's pussy, licking the dried blood off it dutifully.

Cameron moaned. She wasn't gay, wasn't even bi, really. But this wasn't about that. This wasn't an act of shared sexual pleasure... this was an act of domination. Of course, domination brought sexual pleasure of its own...

She stepped back and went over to a couch, reclining on it and gesturing to the floor beside her. Jade started to rise.

"No," Cameron said sharply, and she froze. "Crawl to me."

Jade swallowed nervously, but she crawled. Cameron smiled as her new pet approached on hands and knees. Jade was so trainable, she thought. She gestured to her pussy. "Use your fingers," she said. Jade began to caress her pussy, surprised at how wet it already was, and how hot. Cameron was very turned on by all this.

"Hmmm, that's nice," Cameron said, relaxing. She put a hand on Jade's head and guided her to a breast. "Now suckle as you rub, honey."

Jade licked the big dark areola, making slow lazy circles as her fingertips found Cameron's clit, just barely touching as she circled that as well, teasing.

"Hmmm, that's nice," Cameron said softly. "Faster... harder..."

Jade sucked the big erect nipple into her mouth, closing her lips over it and suckling softly, feeling it distend as she sucked. Her fingers caressed the nub of Cameron's clit, and her friend, her owner, moaned as the familiar waves of pleasure began to roll through her body. "Yessss," she hissed. "Like that... just like that... show me your devotion, honey, show me how much you want to belong to me."

Jade didn't, not right then, but she obeyed nevertheless. Whilst Jade was almost entirely into men she had fucked women a few times, and she knew how to please a woman. Her skilled fingers soon had Cameron gasping with pleasure, trembling on the edge of orgasm. Jade held her there, held her there, judging how close she was from her breathing and the little mewls of ecstasy she was making.

"Now," Cameron gasped. "Now!"

Jade needed no urging. He plunged two fingers into Cameron's sopping-wet cunt, her thumb pressing down on her clit and rubbing it hard. At the same time, she bit her nipple softly, swirling her tongue over it as she did.

"Oh FUCKKKKKK!" Cameron screamed, her body shaking with hedonistic frenzy. Jade kept going, sending orgasm after orgasm through Cameron's body. It seemed to go on and on, four, six, eight and more.

"Enough..." Cameron moaned finally. "Enough!"

Jade sat back. For a long few minutes, Cameron just lay there on the couch, breathing deeply, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Fuck Jade," she said finally. "You're going to turn me if you keep going on like that!"

Jade actually managed a laugh. "Well you know," she said immodestly, "everyone has something they're really good at."

Cameron reached out and stroked her cheek. "It's going to be okay, you know," she said. "We can make this work, Jade. Just let me lead and let yourself follow. I know you'll struggle with it, at first, but it will come easy in time."

Jade nodded. "I'll try."

Cameron smiled. She crooked an arm around Jade's neck and pulled her into a hug. "Honey," she said, "that sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship."

Aftermath

In the end, there was surprisingly little fallout from the whole thing. Cameron set fire to the Miller house as they left, to take care of any forensic evidence she might have left. Jade promised that the only people who'd known her identity were dead in the house, and Cameron believed her.

They drove them back across the country and home again. They stopped for gas twice... each one a messy affair that left Jade even more terrified of Cameron, but no witnesses or evidence otherwise.

Greg's body was found the same day they got home; it made a splash in the local news. The scene at the Miller home made national headlines for days, they called it "The Mansion Murders."

A few days later both Cameron and Jade were interviewed. Cameron's story about being ill was backed up by Jade, who had of course taken some time off work to look after her. Cameron sensed that the story wasn't believed, but she knew that she didn't have to convince them of anything. It was up to them to prove otherwise, and they couldn't.

The cops came back several more times to ask the same questions. The girls kept giving them the same answers. A month later the press reported that Liam's father had been involved in various shady business practices, with possible involvement with organised crime. There was a good deal of speculation that the carnage had been the result of a dispute with his criminal friends. After one or two more repeat interviews with the girls, they cops stopped coming.

Jade's nightmares gradually faded. Her life returned more or less to normal; she quit her job, taking one at Cameron's gym. The girls remained friends, albeit with Cameron rather more obviously in charge.

And that was the end of it.

Cameron never would feel happy about the fact that Liam had cheated on her, but she honestly felt pretty good about the aftermath. It had been a lot of fun and in her dreams, she often relived it - in her case they weren't nightmares, and though she woke up sweating it was because she had orgasmed in her sleep rather than out of trembling terror. If she had any regret, it was only that the whole thing was over with.

Still, she would console herself, there were plenty more fish in the sea. No doubt her time would come again.

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