Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 20 (Patreon)

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Chapter 20

“Carter! Do you copy?”

“Ah fuck,” he muttered, zipping up and wiping his hands before grabbing his radio. “I’m here. You got something?”

“I got something alright. Let’s grab the little Paloma. We can get him on possession of drugs.”

“Where?”

“Around the building. Hurry.”

The two agents met up and grabbed a nerve-wracked Steven just as he was about to dump what little ecstasy and weed he had left.

“Whuh?! Hey! Who are you! Let me go! Oof!” he cried out as they pinned his arms behind his back and tackled him to the ground.

“Steven Paloma, we’re FBI. You’re coming with us.” Harris searched Steven’s pockets thoroughly and came up with only a tiny baggy. He looked at Carter with a raised eyebrow. Carter gave him a shrug and tilted her head back at Steven.

“Looks like we caught you with possession of drugs. Going to sell, huh? You’re coming with us.”

“Hey! No, no I’m not! That’s, I’m not selling! I… ow!!”

Carter was twisting his arm viciously while pinning him with a knee on his back. She’d also done him the favor of ceasing his blabbing.

“Time to go for a ride, Mr. Paloma,” agent Harris announced.

Steven’s day could not get any worse. He sobbed quietly in the backseat of the agents’ car.

Carter and Harris put the terrified man-child in an interrogation room as they caught up.

“Carter, what is this?” He jiggled the bag. “A fucking misdemeanor? Who the hell cares about two grams of weed? We aren’t narcos; we’re on a freak double murder here!”

“The girl in the red dress,” Carter replied.

“Yeah. I wish we’d picked her up instead.”

“I saw her kick a dumpster.”

“Nice detective work, champ.”

“It fucking flew into the air. She left a huge dent in the metal.”

“Very funny. Is this another one of your twisted fantasies?”

Carter stared Harris dead in the eye.

“Whoa. You’re serious,” he uttered.

“Things starting to add up for you?”

“Okay. So you think she might be the one who killed Dominic Bledsoe and Jerry Browning.”

“It’d have to be someone as strong as her. That shit was inhuman. Like she’s some sort of robot. Some sexy fucking robot.”

“She doesn’t move like one,” Harris recalled the stunning appearance that had been seared into his mind.

“Or act like one. She was angry. Frustrated. Short temper, maybe. It fits the murder. Who would be so stupid as to expose themselves like this, over a garbage can? Not to mention get caught on tape in a prison killing a guard. The profile matches.”

“So why the kid?” Harris looked at the box. Steven was still crying, fiddling with the cuffs around one of his hands.

“I saw her talking to him. Let’s squeeze him. He’ll be able to give us something, I’m sure of it.”

“Alright partner. The usual?”

“You know it.” Carter cracked her knuckles.

“Sadist.”

The pair walked into the bare room of the makeshift field office they were working out of. Steven looked up at the pair with trembling eyes.

“Run, run, run away Peter, as fast as you can!” Piper’s voice echoed from their bedroom.

Peter barged out of the bedroom and frantically scrambled down the stairs, his clothing in torn shreds loosely hanging off his body. His left shoulder was in excruciating pain after he begged Piper to be gentler. She responded in turn by smiling at him, eyes glowing, before she bruised his flesh with an even tighter squeeze of her fingers.

Her wicked laughter rang in his ears as he made an impressive leap down the final steps, landing with a loud thud on the hardwood floor.

The desperate athlete slammed his arms into walls to round the corners tightly. Maybe he could get away from his deepest fantasy come true. Maybe he could find a way to reverse the effects of the serum. But then he’d have to find a way to administer it… how would that ever work?!

First things first. He had to get to safety. Away from Piper somehow. His eyes fell on the handmade crystal doves ornament that he treasured so much. He hesitated for a second, considering grabbing it on his way out.

As he tore his gaze from his beloved treasure and continued to make his escape, he felt a sweet, fragrant wind buffet him. He was already mid-turn, headed for the front door, but he knew what that irresistible scent heralded.

Piper was there, hovering in front of him. Dressed in a black catsuit complete with knee-high white boots and a black mask that he’d never seen before.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” she cackled. “I thought you football players were supposed to be able to move quickly!”

She raised her bare hand and gave him a loud slap across the face. He screamed in pain as his cheek reddened.

“What’s wrong?” Piper taunted, idly examining those sharp nails that could easily break skin. “Don’t you love your wife anymore? I thought this was your fantasy!”

“Piper… please… no more…” Peter begged.

“No more what? This?”

She swiped the back of her hand across his other cheek. He screamed. It felt as if hundreds of microscopic needles were pricking his face.

“Oh honey, you blush so beautifully! You’re so cute, I think I might just break your dick off with my superhuman pussy…” she purred as her fingernails sliced through her white lace panties. Two long, sensual fingers parted the pink gates to her terrifyingly powerful womanhood.

“Piper!” Peter gasped.

“Come here,” Piper floated back and ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of her hovering feet.

A broken Peter obeyed dutifully. He shuffled forward gingerly, the anticipation of further pain causing his heart to race.

“Hurry up!”

He took a deep breath and did as he was told. Craning his neck up, he still couldn’t help but be struck by his wife’s heartbreaking beauty. Those eyes…

Piper reached out with her arm and stuck out her half-open hand, stopping it right before they touched Peter’s neck.

“Get up here,” she ordered.

“H-how…?”

“Don’t be so fucking useless! Figure it out, wise guy.”

Peter gripped onto her slim forearm with both of his hands. His thick wrists flexed as he began to use that invulnerable, delicate-looking limb as leverage.

Piper casually swung her arm around. Peter wobbled around like a twig in a storm until he fell back to the floor, landing badly and nearly twisting an ankle.

“No, dumbass. Do it properly.” She wiggled her fingers.

“But, Piper…” he pleaded, staring at her ominous claw-like fingers, finally understanding what she wanted.

“Now!”

Peter closed his eyes and thrust his neck forward into her waiting grip. She wrapped her steely digits and lifted him into the air.

His eyes opened wide as he flailed helplessly in Piper’s embrace. He wondered if the last thing he was going to see was his gorgeous wife’s triumphant, condescending sneer.

“Terrifying, isn’t it? To be so helpless against my power. If I close my fingers just a teensy bit, I would sever your neck!” Piper taunted.

Peter could only stare at Piper’s flat stomach right before his eyes. That perfectly silky skin, soft yet completely invulnerable, caused his penis to betray him. It twitched in excitement even as Peter felt himself being asphyxiated.

As if it needed any more help, Peter grew even harder as his gaze continued to climb with Piper’s rising arm—up it traveled to her rib cage where he found himself drinking in the stark outline of the bottom portion of her gravity defying breasts. The two spheres created the most delicious valley that Peter’s steel so desperately wanted to insert itself into and welcome being molded and squashed by the powerful embrace of Piper’s breasts.

He would have gasped as he witnessed the staggeringly perky pink tips of her nipples before his eyes crested his cruel wife’s tits, but there was hardly any passage for air under Piper’s fingers. His elevator tour up the most marvelously idealized feminine beauty came to an end as he journeyed up past her well-defined collarbone and slim shoulders, past her graceful swan-like neck before settling upon her glowing sapphire eyes.

His erection had fully betrayed him now, angry veins visible as his entire considerable length twitched fiercely. His head was slick with precum, standing at full-mast and oh-so-close to rubbing against Piper’s warm, invulnerable breasts…

“Oh Petey, you just can’t help yourself! Even as I’m about to kill you! Is your super wife so fucking sexy that your lust overpowers your stupid brain? How pathetic! My strength, my brutal super strength…” she demonstrated by shaking him gently, laughing as his member stayed rigid as his other extremities flailed about helplessly, “...still no match for my dominating beauty, hmm? Should I be insulted?”

Peter slapped weakly at Piper’s immovable forearm. He saw her raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her fingers loosened.

He gulped in a much-needed breath into his burning lungs. His body, unsupported in midair in their living room, fell only a few inches before it was wrapped in the warm, velvet steel of Piper’s embrace. Her breasts ground into him, reaggravating his just-healed chest as her long legs wrapped painfully around his bruised hips, her heels digging mercilessly into his muscular butt.

Peter gasped when his brain finally registered that he was inside of her.

His shaft, bathed in her hot crushing canal, began to swell with pressure against her erotic clench. Buried to the absolute hilt, he could feel her juices trickling down his base and tracing a path down his balls. Her limbs squeezed him a fraction tighter, and Peter knew he was on the verge of breaking once again. His ribs creaked.

“Ooh Peter, you should have seen your sexy wife.” She brought a hand over his shoulder, examining her perfectly done nails. “I flew into Sarasota County prison, completely undetected. The cold didn’t bother me at all! These fingers of mine? Shattered a steel bolt as I made my way inside. Look how pretty and powerful they are!”

Peter looked as instructed. Those fingers, languidly moving back and forth was nearly all it took to push him over the edge. Piper sensed it.

“Not so fast, Petey! I’m not done with my story yet!” She clenched her inner muscles and delayed his release.

“YEarrrrrgh!” Peter screamed. His shaft shook violently against her perfectly controlled crushing walls, but it still wasn’t enough.

Piper squeezed him just a little bit tighter in her inexorable vice. Her nipples and the unflattening curve of her breast popped a rib once again.

Peter’s eyes glazed over in pain as his orgasm was finally denied. But he still stayed hard for her.

“Yesss… that’s it, Petey. Don’t you want to enjoy this as long as possible? Being bathed and lovingly crushed by my tight warmth?” she breathed into his grimacing face with a sultry whisper. “Now, let me finish my story, dearest husband of mine. This is what you always wanted, right?”

Peter wheezed as his chest began to bruise once more.

“These fingernails of mine… I fashioned a shiv out of a plank of wood just by scratching it. Would you like that, Petey? If I tattooed my name into your skin? You belong to me, after all. I’ll use you when I want, and I’ll break you if I want.”

She traced the back of her razor sharp nails lightly against his skin. Peter gasped, anticipating further pain.

But Piper merely caressed his electrified skin and continued her little tale.

“On the way, I tortured one of the prison guards. Just for fun! He was getting all buddy buddy with our murderer. You should have seen the way I broke his leg!” Piper squeezed Peter’s hips uncomfortably tightly to demonstrate. “He was so scared of me, but he couldn’t get away! Not after what I did to him…”

Peter moaned. His shaft was beginning to twitch against her heavenly insides again. His head rammed against her intimate bumps and grooves, sending delicious, violent bolts of pleasure all the way through him.

“After that, I just took my time. I could have bent the prison bars apart, but I wanted to scare him a little. Let him quake in fear as I test the prison guard’s keys, one at a time… it was sweet justice watching him cower away from me!

“Finally, I unlocked the door and let myself in. And I stabbed him. Oh, did I stab him, Peter. Over and over, right in his arm. I did it so fast he couldn’t even react!”

Peter squirmed in his terrifying wife’s hold. He tried to rub his chest against the stiff tips of her breasts to give her a fraction of the pleasure she was imposing on him, but he was in too much pain! He shifted his arm against the outer curve of her breasts, trying to caress and massage his wife.

“Mmm, what’s wrong? Trying to break free? You’d probably break your legs if I dropped you from this tiny distance!” Piper laughed.

Peter groaned, lost in pure lust. Piper’s lovely scent was dominating his mind now. Just a little more stimulation, combined with the uncharacteristically graphic scene she was painting, and he’d…

“Guess you’ll have to keep listening to my story, since you’re so helpless! So there I was with our little murderer… and I stabbed him right in the heart. His eyes went wide in shock as he slid to the floor! And to really seal the deal, I crushed his head with a swift knee to his ugly fucking face!

Oh, but I had one problem, Petey. That stupid prison guard friend of Bledsoe’s, he was a witness. I sauntered up to him…” Piper swiveled her hips with Peter in tow.

Peter was about to lose it. His wife’s smooth, polished legs rubbing against his hips, churning him inside of her…

“And I broke his fingers, one at a time! Snap, snap, snap! Oh, he’ll keep his mouth shut now! After I threatened to rip his head right off his stupid neck, there’s no way he’ll squeal about what I did! There’s no way he can…”

Peter felt Piper manipulating him, impossibly tugging at his long-overdue shaft with her slippery, clinched, intimate core. Between her gory tale, her glowing eyes, and her unearthly control, he was no match.

He erupted into her absolute, terrible perfection in violent spurts. Over and over.

As soon as Peter was done, his vision began to fade. His balls ached even more than his chest. He could take no more.

The last thing he saw was a triumphant grin of relief on Piper’s face. If he’d stayed conscious just a few seconds more, he’d have seen her face transform into a worrying look of utter uncertainty.