Devoting my full attention to my next task, I held the blindfold into Marco’s right wound and harshly pressed down.
When it was drenched in his blood, I bounced up and slipped it right over his wife’s head, pulling it taut, making extra sure it added pressure over her hurt eye.
Next came the twine.
Romero watched me closely as I snatched it up and quickly wound it around Vicky’s neck twice, making sure a decent length was left for me to work with.
I waved Romero over to me and whispered in his ear, keeping an air of suspense for the benefit of our two new friends.
“Damn, Pixie, that’s brilliant.” He gave me a rare smile.
“We wanna know, too,” Cobra whined.
“Let it be a surprise,” Romero answered for me, already untying Marco’s ankles.
He could no longer stand and had remained pitifully slouched over the chair while I tended to his wife.
His pants were still down, making the next part of my plan easy. Romero held him up and I knelt in front of him. Lifting his flaccid cock, I wrapped the slack end of twine around it as many times as could before cinching the end.
I beamed up at him. His face was paper white and his jaw was clenched, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
“Oh, damn, that makes my dick hurt,” Cobra mused, laughing and covering his crotch.
“Arlen, untie her legs.” Romero gestured to Vicky. “Cobra, go up top.”
“Oookay,” he drawled out, heading for the stairs.
“I can’t believe I’m part of this,” Arlen mumbled under her breath. “Let’s go, lady.” She pulled Vicky to her feet and looked to us expectantly.
“Ready?” Romero asked, already hoisting Marco over his shoulder, unperturbed that his cock was touching him.
Still blindfolded, gagged, and unknowingly tied together with her husband, Vicky stumbled forward when the twine reached its limit, digging into her neck and, simultaneously, Marco’s flabby dick.
The three of us went to the upper level where Cobra waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Stand her here,” I pointed to a spot on the floor right in front of the banister.
Arlen led Vicky to it and stepped back. Romero kept Marco as far back as the twine would allow. “Free ride’s over, motherfucker,” he announced, unceremoniously dropping Marco on the floor.
He was covered in sweat by this point, his chest heaving as if it pained him to breathe.
“I think I know where this is going,” Cobra crooned.
Laughing, I stepped back. Romero wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side.
“Do the honors.” He waved to Vicky, giving Cobra the green light.
Having the foresight to know what was about to happen, Marco writhed on the floor like a wounded animal.
Cobra lifted Vicky over the banister like she weighed nothing and sent her airborne. The fact that she never saw it coming made it ten times more enjoyable.
The real entertainment and payoff was watching Marco’s dick go from an ugly pink to a dark purple as the twine angrily dug into it, cutting off all the blood flow and circulation.
He couldn’t walk and was in so much pain he just lay there and screamed in agony, being dragged across the hardwood floor. Just as he reached the banister that would have stopped him from following his wife to the lower level, the twine broke apart.
I stepped right over him and peered down to see Vicky lying motionless at an odd angle. Her neck was bleeding and her right leg was clearly broken. The bone had shifted to an obtuse angle, almost pushing clean through her flesh.
“Well, alrighty then.” Cobra nodded.
