Malvin and Francesca Robbins were like every other thirty-something married couple leading a relatively ordinary life. Like their friends, they were both career minded; Malvin was a Management Accountant for a mid-level firm, and Francesca was the Marketing Co-ordinator for a food and beverage multinational. Similarly, they shared common interests; fine dining, expensive art, and cultural experiences. 1
Nonetheless, the Robbins’ had a hobby they preferred to keep secret. One that was certainly unmentionable in the proper circles, and, if revealed, was rather disparate to the perfect life they led.2
Just after dark one night, Francesca reclined in the bathtub awaiting her husband’s arrival. As she scooped the hot ylang ylang-scented water from the tub and let it cascade over her breasts and arms, she closed her eyes and mulled over her preparations for later in the evening.3
As was their custom, she found the both the location and the other participants; Malvin would make sure they would not be disturbed. Their two participants tonight were a couple whose jaded marriage lacked the flair it once did. She smiled wryly as she contemplated what their exclamations would be when her and her husband revealed to them the secret.4
The faint sound of keys in lock broke her from her reverie. She lingered in the bath until she could hear her husband’s footsteps ascending the stairs. As he accessed their bedroom, she rose from the tub. Water sluiced from her body; initially drawn downwards in a sheet, but soon tapering to tiny rivulets, and finally droplets as she stepped daintily onto the shaggy, beige, bathmat. 5
Malvin watched her through the open door, his eyes drawn to the glistening moisture clinging to her skin. He loosened his tie, never taking his eyes off her as he fumbled with the knot. Unashamed, she posed momentarily; one hand on a her hip, elbow akimbo, the opposing leg cocked, before winking and reaching out for a large, fluffy, white towel. 6
Wrapping the towel around her, she sauntered from the bathroom, coming to a halt just millimetres from where he stood. Grasping the lapels of his shirt, she drew him into a kiss. Malvin tangled his fingers in her damp hair, urging her closer. She responded, but broke the kiss as she worked to wiggle the buttons free on his shirt.7
“Nearly time, Mal,” she breathed onto his neck.8
He revelled in their closeness. “So it is.”9
She smirked as she freed the last of the buttons, her hands coming to rest against the buckle of his pants. “I can’t wait,” she murmured suggestively.10
His breath hitching, Malvin regrettably removed her hands. “Later,” he whispered.11
She took a step back, still facing him, and loosening the towel, allowed it to slide from her lithe form. Coyly, she twisted the top half of her body, throwing a glance at him over her shoulder, before her feet followed through and took her away from him. 12
As she made her way to the opposite side of the room, Malvin shed his pants, the shirt, and shoes, dropping the articles on the floor. De-clothed of the remainder of his professional attire, he took three steps to his closet. Opening the door, he pulled out black skin-tight Levi’s, and a black linen shirt. Completing the ensemble, he retrieved a pair of black leather boots.13
Across the room from him, Francesca made similar preparations. Instead of jeans, she wore a tight midnight blue mini-skirt over sheer black suspenders, and a cobalt-coloured, low-buttoned, tailored silk blouse. She was in the process of winding her hair up into a bun when she caught his eye. Her azure eyes sparkling with exhilaration, she quirked her sensual lips into another smile. 14
Sparked by her enthusiasm, and by the imminence of their rendezvous, Malvin felt the anticipation rise in him, and he returned her expression with one of his own. He clothed himself unhurriedly; slipping into the new shirt and closing the buttons with crisp, perfect motions. Jeans followed, whispering over his skin, the material creaking as he drew the two sides of the waistband together and fastened them. Leaning on the bed, he yanked on the boots, stamping each heel once to adjust their position on his feet.15
Francesca eased her feet into a pair of knee high ‘fuck-me’ boots, wiggling her toes deep, zipping the long opening in each with a rasp. Standing, she examined her complexion in the mirror, applying subtle hints of colour to her cheeks and lips. Her black eyebrows and brows framed her eyes sufficiently, and she decided against accentuating them further. Lastly, she stretched out her hand and snagged her shoulder bag from the dresser.16
Malvin approached her. “Ready?”17
She gazed at him from her reflection, through heavily-lidded eyes, and purred, “Never more. Every time is more enthralling then the last, my love.”18
He came up behind her, and drew her to him, entwining his arms around her waist. He inclined his head, and whispered in her ear. “I love it when you talk like that,” he breathed.19
She twisted in his arms and pressed her mouth to his. He kissed her hard; bruising her lips with his teeth, and then laving her tongue with his own as she allowed him entry to her mouth. She hummed with pleasure, and then gave a disappointed whimper as he drew away. As he brushed his thumb over her moist and swollen lips, she took the tip of the pad between her teeth and sucked.20
“I will satisfy you soon,” he growled huskily, caressing her face.21
“Let’s go,” she commanded as she slithered away from him, striding towards the door, her hips swaying suggestively.22
He followed, eyes fixed to the way her arse moved under the skirt.23
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After an hours drive, they reached their destination; an ordinary house in an ordinary street. They exited the car, taking care to observe their surroundings. At nearly 10 o’clock, the occupants of the rest of the houses were blissfully oblivious to anything occurring outside in their perfect little neighbourhood.25
Francesca and Malvin linked arms and made their way to a house four doors down from where they left the car. Almost as if the occupants had sensed their approach, the front porch light flickered on, casting a halo of golden light on the front garden. 26
They turned to each other and nodded, before stepping onto the veranda and knocking three times. The door opened quickly, revealing an man and his wife. The man looked at Malvin, before smiling hesitantly, and gesturing for both he and Francesca to enter their home.27
The wife grinned exuberantly, “Welcome! We weren’t sure if this was the right thing to do, but...” she gave an appraising look at Malvin, “I’m confident we’ll be alright.”28
Francesca smiled almost predatorily. “I’m sure the night will be perfect.”29
The wife suddenly gave Francesca the impression that she was still somewhat tentative. “What do you want to do first?”30
Francesca smirked, every other couple her and Malvin had been involved with were similarly timid when finally confronted with the reality of what they had chosen to do. “Why not have coffee together first, that way we can ‘break the ice’ as it were?”31
The wife, now back to something she was familiar with, simply nodded and turned towards the kitchen. Just before she had slipped out of sight, Francesca called after her, “Why don’t I help?”32
The wife merely shrugged her shoulders, and Francesca perceived her response as assent. She now followed her into a tastefully decorated kitchen, watching as the wife withdrew four mugs from a cupboard. She nearly snorted with bemusement when she noticed how much the other woman’s hands shook. When she dropped a spoon, Francesca was glad for the opportunity that resulted. “Why don’t I finish up,” she offered. “Go and introduce yourself to Malvin, I’ll bring these out when they’re ready.”33
The women turned, relieved. “That would be great. Thank you.”34
Francesca waited for the other woman to leave before she opened her handbag and retrieved a small bottle of liquid from within. The entire contents were shared across two of the mugs, the bottle recapped and placed back where it came from. She made the coffees, and then took the two tampered coffees out to their hosts, before returning for hers and Malvin’s.35
All four sipped their beverages, making small talk about everything from politics through to the latest art exhibition. Francesca finally noticed the gradual effects of the additive become more apparent and she winked at Malvin. Abruptly, the woman drooped against her husband, her empty mug slipping from her limp hand and smashing on the tiled floor. He reacted predictably; shaking her, yelling at her, and finally giving both Francesca and Malvin a perplexed look when they merely sat and watched.36
Francesca smirked, “There’s nothing you can do.”37
The man gaped at her, his mouth moving silently.38
She sat impassively on the lounge, waiting. Finally, the man got up and stumbled towards her, only to fall to the ground, unconscious. She stood and poked him with a toe. “Out like a light,” she commented as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.39
Malvin pushed the unconscious woman off him, checking her pulse. “Same here – now to get them to their bedroom.”40
They carried their victims into their bedroom, tying each securely to the bedposts. Malvin glanced at her. “Which one do you want?”41
Francesca gave each of the victims a critical eye, examining them as if they were auction animals. She trailed a finger flirtingly across Malvin’s chest as she spoke. “I’ll take the husband. We wait until they wake – it can’t be more than another five minutes – and I’ll do it so she watches.”42
Malvin snaked his arm around her waist as they waited. The first whimpers of terror came from the wife as her eyes swivelled around the room, before alighting on the pair. She gave a few concerted struggles against her bonds as tears started leaking from her eyes.43
As the woman struggled, Francesca felt the first of the adrenaline high. Turning to Malvin, she could see that, he too, was experiencing this heightened response. She leaned into him, breathing hotly across his neck, and then laid a trail of intense kisses across his flushed skin.44
The man awoke to the scene as Francesca laved the jut of her husband’s clavicle with her tongue. A hoarse scream, meant to distract her, caused her to increase the intensity of her caresses. She broke away slowly, holding her husband’s gaze, before reaching into her bag. Redrawing a six-inch hunting knife, she stalked towards the bed.45
Her victim’s eyes bulged as he followed the knife while she whipped it slowly in small, playful, arches. “No,” he pleaded. “Please, no!” He squirmed against the restraints, sliding as far away as they would allow. 46
She played the knife flat against his skin, giggling as his skin pimpled everywhere the blade stopped. She tilted the knife, running the point up his chest, finally coming to a rest pointed at his throat. He shook with terror, his breath shallow and fast with dreaded anticipation. She pierced his skin shallowly, a bead of blood welling up. She moved the blade to one side, and getting on the bed, straddled him. He thrashed, screaming hoarsely now. She moaned as she lent forward and licked the blood from his neck, and after savouring the taste, traced her lips with her tongue.47
Glancing at the wife, Francesca brought the knife to the side of his neck. She reclined over her victim, laying her lips against his ear. She whispered, the voice of death itself, “This is the most intense experience one could ever have.” Punctuating the statement, she thrust the knife into his throat, then, using two hands, ripped it across his throat.48
She closed her eyes ecstatically as warm blood sprayed across her face, and upper torso. She ground herself against the man as he began to spasm; his feet twitching against the covers as his wife screeched. Francesca wiped the knife clean on the woman’s chest, laughing as the man died, his body going slack. 49
Malvin helped her from the bed, pulling her into a passionate kiss, he licked their first victim’s blood off her chin and lips. She pressed her body against his, feeling his erection straining against her thigh. She murmured, “Let’s finish this.”50
They strode entwined together to the other side of the bed; their second victim incessantly keening. Francesca leant over the bed, burying her head against the woman’s shoulder, her skirt riding up her arse. She said nothing as she heard the scrape of zipper undone; she only sighed as Malvin lifted the last of her skirt and positioned himself against her.51
The victim stopped whimpering long enough to view the scene in front of her, and soon a descending pillow blocked that sight. The victim panicked; her muffled screams and arching back the signal Malvin had been waiting for. Shortly afterwards, Francesca’s muffled moans joined the victims; a symphony of pleasure and pain, as Malvin drove into her.52
As his pleasure grew, so did his vice-like grip on the pillow; each thrust into Francesca emphasized with increasing downwards pressure onto his victim’s face. The victim gave one last final struggle, and slipped into unconsciousness. Minutes later, as Malvin and Francesca writhed in the throes of ultimate pleasure, she died.53
His hand now freed, Malvin manoeuvred his wife so that she lay spread-eagled across both bodies. He felt around under her blouse, trapping one nipple with his fingers. Squeezing gently, he elicited a gasp from her. Leaning forward, he nipped the skin of her shoulders with his teeth, and was rewarded with her arching her arse up at him as he drove into her. 54
He ground himself into her, her moans vibrating through her and into him, and he grasped her thighs; drilling her as she writhed beneath him. Finally with one, last, expressive thrust, he came explosively. He collapsed against her as, she too, climaxed, screaming his name, over, and over.55
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Later they clean up, and as they are leaving Malvin turned to Francesca, “You know what, I just realized something,” he remarked as they walked to the car.57
“And what was that, love?” she enquired as she pried more blood from under her nails.58
“That stuffy house, and did you see the furnishings? I bet they probably haven’t had proper sex in years,” he commented, “let alone thinking they were up to ‘swinging’.”59
She laughed. “Glad we’re not like that.”60
"No. For the raw intensity, how we do it is the ultimate, don't you agree?"61
She pulled him to her. "Entirely."
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Comments
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This was a very good, twisted story. I didn't like the first paragraph because it seemed very typical and expected to describe how supposedly "normal" and "ordinary" sick murderers are. However, after the 1st paragraph, I like how things progressed. The pacing was great because the suspense kept building and building, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were planning on doing. I also enjoyed the erotica in this because it was written well without taking over the entire story. I think if Malvin and Francesca had sex with the married couple, it would have made this even better. I mean, the torturing of the couple seemed very rushed...twisted sex could have prolonged it and the suspense. The dialogue between Malvin and Francesca seemed a tad forced and not realistic, but that's an easy fix. =] Anywho, overall, I really liked this. It's definitely what I asked for, and it combined murder with sex. Nice twisted combo.
Thanks for entering and good luck!
-jj
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Pretty rad, to be quite honest :]
I was kind of confused during the sex scene(not what they were doing, but how they were doing it) but I think that's because my vocabulary = the size of a tablespoon. XD
You know, I actually thought Fransesca was going to shag the dead husband guy for a minute there.
Anyways, I enjoyed it, your writing style is rather nice :]
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Hehehe knee high 'fuck me' boots.
I loved this story very much.
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Well,
Good writing as usual. Since you warned me what to expect, there were no real surprises. If I had written it, they would have probably had sex with their victims before they killed them. Your description and vocabulary are superior to what I use.
I found this story to be entertaining and somewhat erotic. Do you write a lot of dark stories?
Andy
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FIRSTLY I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE: MY CURRENT KEYBOARD DOES NOT LIKE THE LETTER 'E' AND I HAVE 15 STORIS TO COMMENT ON SINCE I'VE BEEN DOING EXAMS FOR THE PAST WEEK SO I'M RUSHING TO COMMENTS. NOT THE READING, I'M DOING THAT THOROUGHLY I ASSURE YOU.
I very much like the formal style that opens this. Interesting. Also, from the beginning, Francsca sms to be a sensual character: I got that just from the bath scene in paragraph 3.
"throwing a glace"... 'glance'? Honest typo, thought you should know - para 12.
"Francesca eased her feet into a pair of knee high ‘fuck-me’ boots," - this first 'naughty' word comes as a shock in the formality of the text, but this has a quite pleasant effect on the reader.
I started reading this story with the thought that it could either be really disappointing and quite nauseating, about swingers going about their business, and th slightly eerie lead-up would b a disappointing... ahem... climax.
However, I am grateful to report that it has a depraved, murderous, thoroughly rotten storyline. Thank you and well done. (damn this infernal keyboard...)
The ending could probably use some work, it felt a little contrived and the speech betwen Malvin and Francesca sems a bit forced. Also I think that the lovely, formal tone you use could be unfortunately in danger of slowing down the pace of the story, but I'm an expert on that because I describe everything until th radrs of my stories click away in disgust. You didn't do nearly so badly.
All in all, I like Francesca and Malvin. What rotters!
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This was... twisted... the title does it great justice. Great job!
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This was well written and exciting! I loved the twist and your detail was flawless. Well Done! Thanks for entering!!! Durian.
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Very nice, not a fan or erotic content, but this was still very good... twisted and evil adn dark... but amazingly and may I say oddly good.
Damian
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you are erotic and twisted - bravooo
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It was disturbing, but not exactly what I was looking for. The story s too unbelievable, it's kind of obvious they woud get caught. it also seems kind of unfinished, and i think maybe you could work on it a little bit more, so far, it has some potential, but it's not the best story i have ever read..
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Thankyou for the comment, it is much appreciated. I do plan to submit more of this story and I hope you enjoy it. Thankyou onec again.
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I thoroughly enjoyed reading this! I felt like you had a great mix of action with description, great job moving the story forward!
I must admit, I suspected this is what would happen from the beginning because there was no mention of what it was they were going to do. I hoped it wouldn't be just another swinger erotic story, and you didn't disappoint!
One thing to note:
Par 57 all of a sudden switches to present tense.
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Very twisted dark gore and amazing made If I could I would give you 6 of those smile face hang things you better not stop writing likle this and has made a new frend in the world of dark deep and disturbinh horror.
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Please note that this is FICTION - I agree that in reality this sort of behaviour is morally repugnant and reprehensible, but it was written for a contest - and it did win silver.
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Extremely well written!
The flow from beginning to end is well paced, drawing the reader in slowly to discover a normal world gone quickly wrong. And yes, this is what I was talking about with the slow sinker. The reader realizes in the final context what is occurring, without feeling jarred by the read.
Again, extemely well done!
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Maybe it's me in saying this but paragraph fifty-one really lands the imagery well for what is happening....such wonderful suspense. Keep penning. Rewarded 4
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wow! this was fantastic! the imagery was BRILLIANT... tastefully written, i must concur.
I didnt think this was gross like some others did...
I found it intriguing... not really disturbing at all.
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i love the idea.An ordinary couple with a dark,secert life.there arent many psychopath couple in stories.I like the way you wrote it.Not dark and heavy,yet disgustingly disturbed.I like the way you started of,a dull,plain life of the robbins,and as it goes on,it's just keeps getting better and better.Ahaha!
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Ewww, absolutely disgusting and riveting ^_^.
I'm grossed out AND impressed, which is hard to do. Congrats, and good luck!
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reAlly good
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It's so disturbing that I like it... Greatly.
Well written and a well thought out plot line
Great Job.
Good luck.
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