Killing Spree

By Mitchell Joyce

The black widow was at it again. They were following a trail of dead that started in New York City and around the state over the last nine years. Men into fetish stuff but not too deeply were being killed by a woman pretending to be a submissive and like a black widow spider killed them after mating, but only having anal sex with the victim.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanner Publishing
• Release date: Sep 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370950966

Mitchell Joyce

Mitchell Joyce is a black master of over 30 years, and writes these books for the pleasure and enjoyment of his slaves. They encouraged him to publish his works. If you are in the life and enjoy his work please him and others know. [e-mail]

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Killing Spree

By Mitchell Joyce

Copyright 2013 Mitchell Joyce

Published by Mitchell Joyce at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

About Mitchell Joyce

Other books by Mitchell Joyce

Connect with Mitchell Joyce

Acknowledgements

Slave Kitten and Slave Dove, thank you both for your support in this book. You will always be truly loved and owned.

To Joanne B. the owner of the twitchy twat, and the first woman to ejaculate over my shoulder and hit the wall across the room.

To Wanda M. the woman that stood behind me with a shotgun in Vegas and made me marry her friend.

To Joyce H. a friend of the family we will always love and never forget.

To Tigger, Magic, George and Chakita, gone but not forgotten.

To Heather and Orville thanks for the type’Os

Prologue

September 10th 2001 the Marriott on Church Street in the presidential suite. Günter Engelhard sat in on the sofa with a satisfied smile. ‘This American was worth the trip, I might even keep her.’ He mused as he sipped his beer than frowned in disgust. America makes horrible beer, but she had given him the best blowjob he had ever experienced. That more than made up for the sugar water they call beer in this country. Fetch my slippers, be quick about it! He barked at her, a moment later the bedroom door slowly opened, she was on her hands and knees with his slippers in her mouth. Ja, Ja I like that. He said with a smile. Das' gut. Gutes kleines Hündchen. Good little doggie. He had to remember to speak English the bitch did not speak German well enough yet. That was one of the many things he would teach her when he got her home. At fifty-four, he needed a nice young slave to liven his life. This slave was the right age for him and a total pain slut.

Years of searching had left him disappointed in his homeland, the women were looking for less than what he wanted, or so jaded that they went through the motions rather than enjoy what he had to offer. His master had suggested he look west to America where the submissives were not jaded and looking for a master. The problem in America was not a lack of submissives but a lack of masters. There were only one hundred and fifty people that had reached the level of his master in America. With an estimated two million submissives that wanted to be owned Master Paladin had a point, and it also explained why he left the house in Germany to start a house in America. In Europe, the pickings were slim while in America there were thousands of women that craved the joy of slavery and total servitude.

Günter had thought Master Paladin was joking when he said he could throw a rock in any direction and hit ten worthy submissives begging for a master. Günter finally took his master’s advice and began a search in America and Canada. Once it was known that he was real and serious, he was flooded with requests from women of all ages seeking exactly what he loved. It took him months to narrow down the list to find a woman that wanted to be a slave, willing to move to his country and did not seem to have too many attachments in America. Finding Susan was a blessing for Günter, she was old enough to know what she wanted and young enough to play hard without age-related medical complications.

Günter made an excuse to fly to America on business, but first, he would see if this woman could be his slave. Her passport was in order, and he had the plane tickets. A quick series of meetings at the World Trade Center across the street, and write a report on the progress of the new project on the flight home would cover his business angle. Susan was proving this was worth the trip. He would be able to spend one more day in New York maybe have her show him the sights, he had never been to America and New York City was such a busy, lively place.

Günter sat in his business suit his penis standing tall outside his pants. Be brave bitch, I will hurt you tonight, not just ficke you. He said with a cruel smile as he studied the remnants of their first encounter dripping off her hair and nose. The slave bent down and kissed his feet as she slid his slippers on. She was wet and ready for his next use of her.

Susan Draper had been searching as well for the perfect master to rule her life. A man unafraid to take his pleasure and use her as he pleases, she had tired of American men calling themselves master yet they asked permission to play, and most were afraid to go as far as she needed. He had introduced himself as a master from an old and prestigious house in Germany. He was willing to possess her if she proved herself worthy. Unlike her long lost husband, this man knew how to treat a woman.

He had started their first encounter by making her strip naked in the hall outside his suite. He inspected her without a care of the people passing in the hall. When he was satisfied, that she was what he wanted she was ordered to put on her stockings and high-heeled shoes. Attach them to the garter belt then he allowed her to enter his suite.

Susan knew it was a test to see if a minor embarrassment would cause her to balk. She knew that he would do things like this; they had discussed it for months in his preparations to meet her face to face. It was humiliating and arousing at the same time. Her first look into his eyes compelled obedience, and she almost melted when he stared into her eyes. He was strong willed and projected his will with his piercing stare.

Susan worried that he would not want a woman of her age. Susan Draper was forty and still held on to her good looks, she was a bit on the chubby side, but the paunch around her middle did nothing to distract from her beauty. He was ruggedly good looking, rich and could have any woman he wanted as his slave but he chose her, and that was a source of pride for her. She had seen the pictures of the women he had played with in the past and the ones that were vying for his attention now. The fact that she had an eighteen-year-old daughter, and he was willing to support her through school only made her soon to be master more desirable.

He slapped her breasts hard repeatedly shaking her and almost knocking her off her feet, and when she was afraid her breasts could not take any more pain, he spanked her pussy ‘til it glowed a bright pink. She refused to make a sound of pain or complaint. This is what she had been searching for, and finally, she was getting what she needed and wanted. When he finished, she took his hand and kissed it in appreciation. She had two orgasms from his treatment so far, and it wasn’t even midafternoon.

Günter took her by the hair and forced her to her knees. She tried to impress him. She kept her hands behind her back and unzipped his trousers with her teeth. He pulled down his pants, and she took his cock into her mouth. First kissing and licking him and then Susan slowly brought him to orgasm teasingly. Günter was breathing heavily when he reluctantly pulled out of her mouth and fired his load on her face and hair. Ja, you really are a nice bitch dog in heat, and so willing to please her master. She smiled. He took a bowl and poured some sparkling wine into it. Here, dog drink. She crawled on her hands and knees to the bowl and began to lap up the wine.

You’re really a good breed of dog. He said as he forced two fingers into her anus. She only mewed as she continued to lick up the cool wine. I will ficke that next, I think. He said with a hard slap on her rump. Susan’s moan of delight encouraged him to change his plans slightly to include a warm up spanking before he took her from behind.

Susan felt the warmth spread over her bottom as he smacked her ass in a slow rhythm that inflamed her desire for him. Each stroke of his hard hand jolted her body and warmed her soul. She could imagine his hand prints on her hot flesh as he made sure he did not miss a single inch of her ass.

The door to the suite opened startling her. Susan looked up to see the woman standing in the doorway holding a wad of clothes. Cait, what are you doing here? Susan said as she tried to cover herself. Günter grasped her hair and quickly forced her back into position.

Cait had never been allowed to see her at play and was embarrassed. Master Günter invited me, mother. You left your clothes in the hall again. Cait said with a smile. Susan’s eyes were fierce as she looked up to her master but said nothing.

You said she knew. I was not going to bring you both to Germany without knowing the truth. He said. I will pay for schooling, but I will not be a fool. Go to the bedroom and wait for me. He said to Cait then looked at his watch as a cover. The woman was too ashamed of herself. Maybe this was a mistake. Once he sponsored them into the country, he would be responsible for them both, and that may be more responsibility than he wants if she could not handle a little embarrassment. Susan saw the look in his eyes.

Wait, I’ll do almost anything you want, Sir. I am your slave. She said with her head bowed. It had taken a long moment for her to understand that this was another test. It made sense that he find out the truth before rather than after they had all moved to his country.

Almost? Günter was confused, a slave is supposed to submit to anything, not almost anything.

Yes, Master. Susan was not going to let this slip by her. She had longed for a real man in her life for years.

Then you will help me use your daughter. He said with a smile.

No! You can’t ask me to do that; Cait is just a girl, my little girl! Other than bringing my daughter into our lifestyle, I will do anything that will please you.

‘Well, they were not playing a teasing game with me. She did want to protect her child, as any good mother would want to do. I have also found the line she would not cross.’ This was good as well because although many women say they will do anything what they really mean is that they will do somethings and others they won’t. ‘Susan was honest enough with me to tell me where the line was. If I want her, I can do what I want with her, but her daughter is off limits. Now I know she is not insane, no sane woman would allow her child to be forced into a strange lifestyle, and she truly wishes to serve me, we can move on.’ Günter thought with a smile as the ripple of pleasure danced across his penis.

Susan was licking the head of his penis with her daughter in the next room. She heard the belt unbuckle and slide off his trousers. He pulled away from her and reached into his kitbag. In moments, Susan had her wrists and ankles cuffed behind her back with a rope tying her wrists to her legs forcing her to stay bent over in a kneeling position her head on the floor.

Günter forced Susan onto the chair her face on the seat, her knees on the floor and her butt fully exposed. With the belt, he laid a series of lashes across her back and buttock until Susan was writhing and whimpering in the pleasure of pain. Let it out bitch! Don’t be afraid that your daughter will hear you. She should be used to it by now!

I never played with anyone while she was around Sir. Susan cried.

Well, you can’t say that anymore. He rasped as he let the belt land on her tender flesh in another flurry of stinging slaps. ‘This explains her reaction.’ He thought with a smile.

After a long while, the sounds died out, and the bedroom door opened. Mother? Cait said as she turned to the door. Günter was standing in the doorway.

Your mother is… resting; it is time for us to speak. What do you know of your mother’s lifestyle? He asked; Günter liked the term lifestyle it was an American euphuism that was just catching on in Europe.

I know all about what she does, I have read her blogs online and seen the sites she goes to, and I have read some of her e-mail and know the things that make her happy.

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