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Cruel Love Anthology

Disclaimer: I don't own Cruel Intentions or make any money off of this. Obviously.

AN: Yeah, so, I'm probably going to hell for this one. Needless to say there will be blood…and some dismemberment and some other disturbing nonsense. No, seriously, this shit is dark and twisted. This chapter lives up to its title so you know the drill. If murder and mayhem don't rock your boat exit stage left.

Chapter Summary: "I like to cut up pretty little girls like you and see what their insides look like." Sebastian and Kathryn have unusual methods for dealing with their opponents.

G is for Gruesome

"I'm impressed"

"Well I'm in love"

It was as easy as that. Sebastian was in shock. He expected to have to load on the sweet talk and charm, but instead the kind, Mid-western blonde had fallen right into his arms with one romantic gesture. No muss no fuss. Color him surprised.

Breaking their kiss she searched his face, her bright blue eyes looking dazed. "How did you find me?"

Valmont played with the silky strands of her hair and considered telling her the truth. One of her oldest friends was actually a stooge, working for him, carelessly betraying her. He was tempted to sell out the closet case, but that might throw a wrench into his endgame.

Instead he explained, "Your driver told me." He waited a beat before adding in a soft whisper, "I was scared when I woke up this morning and they told me you left. I thought I would never see you again Annette. I thought I had screwed up for good."

"No," Annette cooed gently touching his face. "It's just…after last night…I mean you left when we were going to…um…I just thought…"

"I pulled away because I didn't want to hurt you. I want you to be absolutely sure before we do anything."

She nodded in understanding. "I am sure Sebastian. I love you. I want to be with you…in every way."

With that boyish half grin of his he leaned forward and captured her mouth for another kiss. She eagerly returned it surprising him with her blatant enthusiasm.

As they made out passengers heading to and from gates came whizzing by them. A man with a Samsonite suitcase bumped into them then cursed at them to get moving. As Sebastian flipped him off he considered that bustling Penn Station was probably not the best or most romantic place for a reunion. He titled his head towards the 31st street exit. "Let's get out of here."

Annette nodded and let him guide her but then stopped suddenly. "Oh, wait Sebastian I can't. I'm supposed to meet my friends parents at their home. They've known my family forever and they've invited me to stay with then until my parents arrive. They're sending a driver to pick me up."

He shrugged carelessly. "Let's ditch him. I can give you a lift."

"No I better not. I should find him and then we can meet up later after I settle in with the Michalak's."

"Alright, then I'll pick you up at their place. Where do they live?"

Biting her lip she regarded him somewhat sheepishly. "Um, why don't I meet you at your place?"

Sebastian was somewhat puzzled by her caginess. Then as his brain worked out what she was up to he smirked. "You don't want me to meet your friends? Are you ashamed of me Annette? Am I your dirty little secret?"

She rolled her eyes at him and looked as if she was trying to suppress a smile. "It's not as tawdry as all that. It's just, Alexandra is very close with my parents and she's a big contributor to Manchester. I'm sure she's heard all about the legendary Sebastian Valmont."

"Ah, I see," he nodded. "You don't want headmaster Daddy finding out you're dating the big bad wolf. He's going to find out eventually."

"Okay, now you're being overdramatic. I just want to tell him gradually, not have it sprung on him by my blabber mouth friend. I know my dad; he's terrific at reading people. He'll see through all that bullshit Valmont charm and swagger and realize underneath…deep, deep underneath, you're a terrific guy who loves his daughter."

Sebastian eyed her disbelievingly. "You really believe that?"

"Yes I do," she lamented before kissing him gently on the mouth. "Now, I'm going to go meet my friend. Later I'll tell her I'm going to a show or something and I'll meet you at your place. Across from the museum right?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Around 6 o'clock?"

"Perfect"

With one final kiss she said her goodbyes and he reluctantly let go of her hand. "I'll see you tonight," she promised and then disappeared into the crowd.

Sebastian followed behind at a discreet pace until he spotted her getting into a town car next to the taxi stand. Confident that she would indeed make it to her destination he found his own car and headed home.

He spent the next few hours getting things ready for that night. As he made sure he had everything he would need, he was surprised to find his hands shaking. Valmont snickered at himself. One would think after all the times he'd done this his nerves would have left him long ago. Instead here he was trembling like a virgin. It had to be on account of Annette. She was special. He had realized that from the beginning.

After putting a bottle of his favorite champagne on ice Sebastian dismissed most of the servants for the night. He knew the help lived to spy on his dysfunctional family and he wasn't about to give them a show. Especially not with Annette.

Twenty minutes before his date was set to arrive, Sebastian headed down the block to buy some flowers at his favorite Upper East Side florist. When he returned with Annette's favorite blush tinged roses wrapped in elegant pink paper, he noticed one of the family's town cars parked out front. Their driver Jean Claude jumped out as he approached.

"Mr. Valmont, will you be needing my services this evening?"

"No, actually, I'm planning a night in. I thought you were in the country with Kathryn?"

"We just returned sir." The older man coughed looking slightly uncomfortable. His darling sister had that effect on most members of the staff. "Your sister said she had some urgent matter in the city to take care of. We practically broke the speed limit to get here. I dropped her at a friend's house. She said to tell you she'd see you later."

His lips turned up in a smirk as he absorbed this news. Tricky little bitch. What was she up to? Well first things first, he'd worry about her later. "Thank you Jean Claude. You can take the rest of the night off if you'd like."

Judging by the rare smile that briefly appeared on his wrinkled face he clearly liked the idea indeed. "Thank you sir, but what about Ms. Merteuil?"

Sebastian gave a dismissive wave telling him, "My dear sister can take a cab. Go on home to your family."

The man nodded in appreciation before getting into his car and driving off. Before Sebastian could even begin contemplating what Kathryn might be up to (an activity he seemed to spend most of his life engaging in) Annette appeared from around the corner.

Wearing the same dark blue dress, blood red cardigan and heels from earlier she looked beautiful, but it wasn't the clothes that made her attractive. It was the beaming, innocent smile she wore as she spotted him. It made her glow. He realized in that moment she truly loved him. It wasn't desire or infatuation like with his usual conquests, but honest to goodness love. Huh.

"You didn't have to walk," he told her as he approached. "I would have picked you up."

"Don't be ridiculous it's a beautiful night and not far at all."

"Not to mention you don't have to explain to your nosy friend who I am," he added with his trademark smirk while taking her hand in his.

Annette just rolled her eyes as she tended to do when he acted like a brat. Sliding her arms around his neck she challenged, "What, you want everyone to know about us? It's not fun if you can't brag about it?"

"That's not true," he told her with sudden intensity.

Annette curbed her mocking expression feeling guilty. "I know Sebastian. I was just teasing."

His smile reappeared as he leaned forward and captured her mouth in a brief kiss. "Come on, let's go inside. Dinner's waiting."

Sebastian tugged her by the hand towards the entrance. As she followed she asked skeptically, "YOU made dinner?"

Of course he didn't, but he pretended he had and Annette pretended to believe him. They enjoyed an intimate dinner at the kitchen table. Sebastian had planned to dine in the formal dining room, but Annette suggested she'd be more comfortable in the kitchen and eager to please her he agreed.

They talked closely as they ate and laughed while she told him stories of her life in Kansas. As the meal progressed the wine flowed more freely. By the time she finished off her third glass Annette couldn't stop touching him. During their short time together Sebastian had never seen her intoxicated and he found her charming. Eventually, she made her way into his lap. Arms twined around his neck, she squirmed anxiously as they made-out.

Needless to say they skipped dessert. Sebastian lifted her into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom. He stumbled into the room. They laughed even with their mouths fused together. "Sebastian put me down," she giggled.

He set her on her feet then closed and locked the door securing their privacy. When he turned back to Annette she was gnawing at her lip nervously as her eyes searched around his room. "Do you like it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, it's very…you. God, look at all the books." As her knees hit the edge of the bed her gaze dropped back and forth from the bed to his collection.

Sebastian came up behind her and kissed her neck. He placed his hands on her hips and squeezed. "Annette," he murmured her name against her skin almost reverently. "We don't have to if you're not ready."

"No, no I am." She turned back to face him with a calm, sure smile. "I want you Sebastian."

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled off her cardigan. Her eyes, glassy from the wine, locked on his as she pulled the spaghetti straps of her dress down. As the garment pooled at her feet he took in her half naked form. Her eyes fell to the ground clearly embarrassed. There was no need. She was beautiful. Full breasts, slender waist and pure alabaster skin that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. She wore a simple navy bra and panties set, but she still managed to look sexy. Her vulnerability, Valmont thought, made her sexy.

"How about some music?" Sebastian kissed her lips then turned back to the stereo.

Annette stepped out of her heels. She began removing her earrings and walked over to his desk to deposit them. As she set her grandmother's antique necklace beside them she noticed something odd on his desk. A knife collection.

Laid out across a red velvet cloth were ten knives in all different shapes and sizes. Some looked old, some brand new. How odd. She wasn't sure whether to find the collection amusing or frightening.

Annette picked up a knife with a six inch blade that was slim but looked deadly none the less. "Sebastian, what is this?"

He came up behind her and pressed himself into her. She could feel his erection. Annette blushed, dropping the weapon back on the desk suddenly forgetting all about her strange discovery. Sebastian nuzzled her neck and flicked his tongue across her earlobe. "I collect knives."

The alcohol from earlier was making her brain a little fuzzy. The only thing really occupying her consciousness was her hormones. Still, she managed to mask her nervousness with a laugh. "Why?"

Sebastian kissed her again. She could feel his smile against her neck before he explained in a completely casual manor, "Because, I like to cut up pretty little girls like you and see what their insides look like."

Annette froze, clearly not believing what she just heard. Her head snapped up and looked at their reflection in the mirror across the desk. "What did you say?"

"I think you heard me." Annette's muddled mind couldn't make sense of what he was saying. She was also so distracted by his reflection in the mirror she didn't notice when he picked up the largest knife in the collection until it was too late.

In one quick, graceful motion Sebastian drove the knife into her chest. Annette let out a pained gasp. He watched in the mirror with sick fascination at the grimace that overcame her pretty face. As he yanked the instrument out she fell forward on the desk and then clumsily turned to face him. A tear ran down her face and she clutched at her chest as if trying to hold back the blood. It was a lost cause.

"Why?" she gasped.

He ran the edge of the knife across her cheek. "I told you why."

The disbelief and pain quickly gave way to anger. With all her might she attempted to shove him away. "I loved you! I trusted you Sebastian!" she gasped as she stumbled away.

"Well, I guess that makes you not too terribly bright doesn't it?" he replied as he casually followed after her.

"You're a fucking psycho!"

She ran to the door, but he still didn't chase after her. They always ran. They never got far. "Annette," he sighed in his typical bored drawl, "there you go again. Turning your back on love."

"Fuck you!" Her jittery, blood soaked hands fumbled with the lock on the door but she couldn't make it work. Desperate to escape she called out, "HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Calm as could be Valmont came up behind her. He brushed her hand away from the lock. "There's nobody here, remember? I dismissed them so we could have our privacy. Thoughtful of me wasn't it?"

He stabbed the knife into her back causing Annette to let out a pained scream then collapse to her knees. Even though she knew it was helpless she continued to scream and scratch at the door. Maybe he had left a window open, perhaps someone on the street would here her. Maybe one of the servants hadn't left, after all this was a big house.

As she continued to bellow in pain he sighed. "I told you baby," he said over her screams, "there's no one here." He drove the knife once again into her back this time an inch from her spinal cord. Annette fell forward onto the floor. Bending down, Sebastian grabbed a handful of her hair and dragger her back towards the center of the room.

She was now screaming hysterically in between sobs of pain. Looking up at him she muttered, "You're never going to get away with this. Someone will come looking for me."

"Who? You didn't want to tell anyone about us remember? No one knows you're here," he clucked. "Besides, I always get away with it."

"There's been other's?" she sputtered.

He gave her that famous Valmont arrogant smile. "Of course, you've heard about my reputation."

Annette's blue eyes bulged wide. "You killed all those girls?"

Sebastian played with the knife in his hand as he shrugged. "Well, not all of them, most of them. Some I really did just fuck and ditch. But you were different. I wanted you to fall in love with me."

"I did"

"I know"

"You're a hideous fucking monster!"

"You're half right. I've never been accused of being hideous before. I really can't win with you." He bent forward suddenly and stabbed her once again. It wasn't as deep as the other's, just enough to cause pain, but not kill her.

Standing over her, he watched in rapt fascination as she attempted to crawl to the door again, but she was in too much pain to move more than half a foot. He would give Annette this, she certainly was tougher than most of his conquests. At this point they were usually begging for their life, but not her. He had a feeling she'd never beg him for anything. Guess he had to respect that.

Tossing the knife down on the desk he strolled over to the bed and picked up his camera. Annette had been so fascinated with his 'tools' she hadn't noticed he'd taken it out. Standing over her he took a few shots. She seemed to scream louder when she realized he was taking her picture.

The light was shit, he thought, he really should have done this on the bed like he originally planned. Taking a step back he snapped a few more shots when he realized the curtains in front of the balcony door began to billow. Odd, he was sure those doors were shut. Sebastian set his camera down on the desk and picked up the bloody knife. Before he could step forward to investigate someone else stepped off the balcony and into the bedroom.

Kathryn

"Sebastian what the hell is going on?" she demanded.

Upon hearing another voice in the room Annette attempted to roll onto her side. "Help me, please! He's out of his mind!"

Kathryn looked over at Annette and gasped. "Oh my god!" She hurried to the other girl's side and knelt down beside her. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not, we have to get out of here," she sobbed. "Please, you have to help me."

His stepsister nodded, "Of course."

Sebastian saw what was coming, but Annette clearly didn't. With one quick motion Kathryn thrust a small bird beak paring knife into Annette's throat, slicing her vocal cords and effectively silencing her, but once again not killing her. She could still breathe. Barely.

Rising to her feet she regarded her brother with her typical haughty annoyance. "Honestly Sebastian, she was making the most god awful racket."

"I thought I was missing a knife," he drawled. "How long have you been out there?"

"Long enough. I was starting to get bored." Glancing down at the girl at her feet she asked in her perfect debutante pitch, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your guest."

Pointing his bloody knife at his sister he met his victim's gaze. "Annette this is my stepsister Kathryn. Kathryn, meet Annette Hargrove our new headmasters daughter…or rather she was the new headmaster's daughter."

Annette made a weird pained sound as she heard herself referred to in the past tense. She knew she was going to die. "It's lovely to meet you Annette. Sebastian's told me so much about you." Dropping her smile she turned to her brother and snarked, "She's chunkier than I thought."

He rolled his eyes at her bitchiness. "Well not everyone embraces bulimia quite as enthusiastically as you sis."

"Eat me Valmont. So what, are you going to just let her bleed out? That's a fifty thousand dollar Persian rug."

Sebastian shrugged indifferently. "We can replace it. It's not like we haven't before," he reminded her. "Besides, I'm curious to see how long she lasts. Little Annette is a fighter."

Kathryn eyed the bloody girl with disdain. He knew she hated it when he complemented other girls. "She looks like shit," she sneered. "Give me the knife. I'll finish her off."

He just shook his head no at her. "This is my kill sis. I didn't spend the past two weeks romancing this little bitch for you to have all the fun."

"Well, that's certainly a change from this morning. I thought you were going soft on me."

"Yes you did, didn't you?" he mocked

"Are you suggesting you played me?"

"No, you just merely underestimated me."

Kathryn rolled her eyes then went over to the bed and took a seat. Sebastian followed after her thinking back to his wake up call from her that morning. He had planned to off Annette last night. It had been perfect. His aunt was gone for the night, Cecile had left and most of the staff had gone to bed. He planned to frame one of them for the murder. Something had stopped him however. It seemed too easy; he wanted the satisfaction of knowing Annette truly loved him before he killed her.

His darling sister however had mistaken his hesitation for weakness. She always did underestimate him. "I told you, I didn't feel right about it. I needed to break her down completely. It was the only way I could find satisfaction. I wanted her to totally submit to me and she did."

Leaning back on her arms she sighed, "Your vanity will be you downfall dear brother. What are you going to do when the police come knocking tomorrow morning?"

A slow, sinister smile spread across his handsome face. "Well that's the beauty of this new plan. They won't. See, dear Annette," he pointed over at her for emphasis, "was ashamed of our relationship-

"As she should be," Kathryn snickered.

"THEREFOR she didn't want to tell anyone about us. She told the friend she's staying with she was going to MoMa for an exhibit tonight. No one knows she was here and they never will. We'll dispose of the body tonight, I'll plant her necklace at the museum later on and IF the cops come by, well, I'll have the Upper East Side's Marsha Brady as my alibi."

She titled her head to the side as she considered his plan. Finally, she smiled. "Bravo."

"Thank you." He set the bloody weapon down on the bedside table and moved towards the bed. Pulling his sister close he told her in a husky whisper, "I'd like to collect my reward now."

"Ah, yes, the bet." She trailed her fingers across his chest in a teasing manor. "Hmm," she hummed, "I'm not sure I'm in the mood for sloppy seconds."

Sebastian kissed her neck and slid his arms around her waist. He was fairly certain she had heard all of this from her hiding spot on the balcony, but he played along "That won't be a problem seeing as I didn't fuck her."

Kathryn pulled away her eyes wide with surprise. "You didn't fuck her? Why not?"

"Come on baby, you know your pussy is the only one that gets me hard," he murmured in her ear.

She preened slightly at the words even though they both knew it was somewhat of a lie. Valmont fucked plenty of women. However, he was a sexual sadist and usually didn't get aroused unless he was inflicting pain or on the verge of hurting his victim. Kathryn was the exception to the rule. He could look at her and get aroused and she knew it. She used his hunger for her to her advantage and doled out her sexual favors sparingly. Usually only after one of their 'games' or as a reward for services rendered.

She reached out and took the bloody knife off the night stand. Examining it she remarked, "Hmm, virgin blood." With her eyes locked to his Kathryn licked the knife. Sebastian's dick twitched at the display.

Frustrated and horny as hell he roughly grabbed the weapon from her hands, tossed it over his shoulder and crushed his mouth to hers. Kathryn eagerly returned his kiss, grasping him by the neck and thrusting her tongue into his mouth in a decidedly aggressive manor.

She pulled away breathlessly and her eyes swept over him. "By the way, that shirt's fucking hideous."

Sebastian glanced down at the bright blue button down now splattered with the virgin's blood. "It's Gucci," he replied with faux hurt.

"The color doesn't suit you." She flicked her tongue teasingly against his mouth and ordered, "Take it off."

With his typical lazy, slightly sleazy grin, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it off. As Kathryn unzipped his pants and removed his belt Sebastian busied himself removing her top. She was still wearing the dark tan halter top and matching pants that she had on earlier. His grin widened when he took her top off and revealed she wasn't wearing a bra. "I knew it," he whispered huskily against her ear, "Your little tits were on full display this morning. Are you wearing panties?"

"Only one way to find out"

Sebastian pushed her back onto the mattress and stepped out of his pants that had pooled at his feet. He crawled onto the bed and began unfastening her pants. As his hands were busy he used his mouth to nibble at her pert tits. Kathryn whimpered and dug her nails into her hair when his teeth nipped at her flesh.

Yanking her pants down he saw his hunch was right, she was completely bare. He smiled and kissed her gently. "My little slut," he whispered.

"All yours" she murmured back.

He considered going down on her, but although he was filled with affection for her in these moments, Sebastian wasn't in the mood to be generous. He was in the mood to fuck. Getting up on his knees, he grasped his hard-on in his right hand and rubbed it against the swollen, slick entrance of her cunt. He glanced over at the injured girl slowly bleeding out on the carpet and his dick seemed to swell all the more.

Noticing his attention was elsewhere Kathryn grasped his chin and forced his gaze back on her where it belonged. She sent him a look that said he damn well better keep his attention on her or else.

Raising her legs he hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her wide. He plunged into her with one savage thrust. Kathryn arched her back and let out a pleasure filled moan. He didn't wait for her to become accustomed, he just slammed away with a brutal, punishing rhythm.

As she slid across the duvet, Kathryn's arms reached out searching for purchase. She gripped the edge of the mattress as she chanted, "Harder, harder, I need it harder Sebastian."

He lifted her legs a fraction higher and drove in even deeper. He wondered if it hurt her but he doubted it. Besides, Kathryn enjoyed the pain as much as he enjoyed inflicting it. He forced her knees back onto the mattress effectively bending her in half as he fucked her harder. "This what you want?" he grunted.

"Yesssssss," she hissed back.

Kathryn brought her hand down between them and attempted to get to the throbbing bundle of nerves above her cunt. Sebastian wouldn't allow it, grasping her wrist and slamming it back on the bed. "Not until I say," he taunted.

"You're a bastard"

Glancing over at Annette, who was still barely breathing and now watching them with tears spilling down her messy face he remarked, "Yes, I think she would agree with you."

His stepsister looked over at Annette and grinned. "It's a shame you didn't get a chance to bed him sweetie...oh god," she gasped on a particularly deep thrust. "My brother is a first class fuck."

Sebastian tossed his head back and laughed. "Thanks sis, for that you get a reward." Reaching down between them he rubbed her clit clockwise causing her to let out the most delicious wail. "That's it, let me hear it you little cum slut."

As her orgasm started to overtake her she looked into her stepbrothers eyes and was momentarily stunned by what greeted her. It was the look. The one that got her hotter than any orgasm he could give her, any kill she could perform. It was a look of pure, raw, visceral need. It was moments like these that she realized they truly were one.

With his eyes boring into hers he shot his load with a loud, feral roar. Sebastian squeezed Kathryn's wrists so hard he knew she would have finger shaped bruises in the morning. Later, she would be pissed, but for now she couldn't care less as she melted into a boneless heap below him. He collapsed on top of her, still buried inside of her and still hard.

As she felt him pulse inside of her, Kathryn was reminded of the first time they fucked. It also happened to be the same night they realized they had…similar interests. The night of their parent's rehearsal dinner, at his Aunt Helen's estate, he had stumbled across her in the barn. She was straddling her lover (who's name she still can't remember, Robert something or other) as she plunged a hatchet into his chest. It had been a bloody mess.

Kathryn remembered the look on his face like it was yesterday. She thought she was done for. Crossing the old barn she slowly started towards her soon to be stepbrother trying to explain it wasn't what it looked like, he had tried to rape her, blah, blah, blah. Sebastian had let out a humorous laugh, clearly pleased he now had proof that everyone's perfect angel wasn't so innocent. She raised the hatchet in the air, prepared to kill the fucker, but he was faster. He slammed her arm into the old stall door then he did something unexpected. He ran his tongue over a spot of blood on her cheek. In that instant she knew. She had found her other half.

He fucked her right there in the barn, feet away from the bloody corpse of what's-his-name. Even after he had cum Sebastian remained hard and continued fucking her. It was insane and incredible. He tossed her around the barn like she was a rag doll, fucking her through one climax after another. He only stopped when she begged him, when she pleaded she was too sore to continue. Valmont would have fucked her all night if she'd let him. Not much had changed in that regard.

"What are you thinking about?" his asked, his voice soft.

Her eyes focused on his and she smiled, "That night in the barn."

"Hmm," he hummed, "The night I found you. In more ways than one."

The pair grinned at each other then he leaned down and kissed her temple in an affectionate manor. They were still joined and she could feel him pulsating inside of her, rubbing her raw and making her ready for him. "I'm guessing there's more," she stated

"Of course, I've waited for this all summer." Pulling out of her he sat back on his hunches and slapped her thigh. "Roll over."

Feeling exhausted, but still horny she did as she was told only she faced the opposite direction, sitting up on her knees and gripping the footboard of the antique sleigh bed. She studied Annette, still whimpering and clutching her neck as her eyes locked with Kathryn. She appeared to be trying to say, please.

"Christ, just die already," she grumbled at the pathetic creature.

Her attention was so focused on their victim she hadn't realized what Sebastian was doing behind her. A moment later she felt him grip her hips and his erection rubbed against her well fucked hole. He teased her for a moment, rubbing his cock head everywhere but where she wanted him. "Give it to me already."

He chuckled against her neck as he leaned over her. "Alright, you asked for it."

Without warning Sebastian guided his throbbing prick away from her pussy and instead slammed it into her ass. Kathryn let out a surprised gasp and surged forward. Apparently he had been lubing up when her back was turned, but even with the slickness it still hurt like a mother fucker.

"Jesus Christ Valmont! Warn a girl," she grit out through her teeth.

He squeezed her hips and drew her close to him. His tongue traced a drop of sweet down her neck. "You promised I could put it anywhere," he reminded her.

"You're a fucking sadist"

Sebastian chuckled darkly at the accusation. "Takes one to know one darling. Spare me the prissy debutante routine. I know you Kathryn, you live for this. The hotter, the dirtier," he thrust inside her for emphasis then added, "the better. Admit it, you like getting it up the ass from your stepbrother."

"Screw you," she panted.

He thrust in hard and ground himself against her ass. "That's what I'm doing sis. Now, do you want it slow and gentle or rough and raw?"

Kathryn eyed Annette who had stopped moaning and was now watching them with a complete blank expression. She would have thought she had finally died if it wasn't for her blinking. Tearing her gaze away she looked over her shoulder at her brother, her lips curled up in a smirk. "Do your worst."

"As you wish"

Sebastian spanked the tender flesh of her ass and the sound reverberated enough that even Annette in her half-alive state flinched. Planting one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip he proceeded to pound her backside as hard as he could. Kathryn's ass was like a vice around his dick. So deliciously tight and hot he could barely breathe. He wasn't going to last long.

The pain was enough for Kathryn to completely forget about Annette. She tried to concentrate on the pleasure, but it was difficult. Her hands were gripping the bed so hard her knuckles had turned white. Valmont's full balls were slapping her cunt on every thrust sending a little current of pleasure throughout her body, but it wasn't enough. She needed more.

Trying her best to hold her balance in the position, Kathryn snaked a hand down her body and found her clit. She moaned as her fingers made contact with the swollen nub. She would have done anything for her vibrator at the moment, but her hands were going to have to make do.

Sebastian's rhythm had completely gone to shit as he thrust erratically into her welcoming ass. Releasing his grip on her shoulder he squeezed her plump tit and asked, "Are you close?"

"Yes…" she panted, "Just a little…fuck Sebastian!"

He sped up, fucking her far too hard but he was entirely too far gone at the moment to care. Kathryn came with a loud scream as he bit down on her neck and soon followed.

Totally spent for the moment he fell back onto the mattress. Since they were still joined she fell back with him, laughing despite her sore ass. "You really are a bastard Valmont," she teased.

He captured her chin with his fingers and forced her head around. "You wouldn't have it any other way." With surprising gentleness he kissed her. She languidly returned it.

As they broke apart he slowly pulled out of her. Kathryn winced at the sudden emptiness. "You okay?"

"Do you care?"

Sebastian brushed some damp hair off her forehead and whispered, "You know I do." Looking away from her ever unreadable expression he studied her backside. His cum was leaking out of her, but otherwise she looked fine. "You're a little red but no tearing."

"I won't be able to sit for a week," she pouted.

"Then I'll carry you," he offered.

The statement was enough to pull a genuine smile of the usually haughty Merteuil's face. Before she could reply a sudden movement caught her eye. "Um, Valmont, your girlfriend appears to be trying to make an escape."

Indeed, while the pair was otherwise engaged Annette had managed to crawl on her arms towards the door. The stepsiblings sat up and watched as she pathetically tried to make it across the room. Sebastian let out a low whistled and shook his head in obvious amazement. "I told you, she's a fighter."

"Yes it's very impressive," she retorted in her typical arch tone. "Now, are you going to let her escape so she can tell all her friends that Sebastian Valmont likes to cut up girls for sport or are you going to finish the job?"

Rising to his feet he grabbed the knife from earlier and drawled, "Oh she won't get far, trust me."

Sebastian swaggered over to Annette and using his bare foot he forced her onto her back. Looking up at him she shook her head furiously. He grinned down at her bearing his teeth. "You really were special Annette, I'm almost sorry I have to do this."

He got down on his knees and straddled her. "Don't worry baby, you'll make an excellent entry in my journal."

Summoning all her strength she attempted to raise her arms and swipe at him, but he easily held her down. Sebastian raised the knife in the air and proceeded to plunge the blade into her again and again. He had killed her by the fifth stroke but he hadn't noticed or cared. He violently stabbed her until her neck had all but become severed from her body and there so much blood he couldn't see skin anymore.

With an exhausted grunt he tossed the knife to the ground and rose to his feet. Kathryn, who had crawled to the edge of the bed and watched with rapt fascination as he butchered the farm girl, looked on at her stepbrother with awe. He was now covered in Annette's blood. He looked fucking beautiful.

With his cock-sure smile he slowly strut back over to his sister. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Invincible," he replied. "You?"

"Horny," she replied as her eyes ran over his blood covered body. "I want to fuck."

"That can be arranged."

They proceeded to fuck for another half an hour until they were both covered in blood, sweat and cum. Then it was time to get down to business. The next part Sebastian had never taken much interest in, but it was Kathryn's favorite part. It was time to dismember the body.

Before he had met Kathryn, he had always taken great pains to dispose of the bodies. Bury them, toss them in a lake or set them on fire (which he was planning on doing with Annette anyway but his stepsister insisted it was best to dismember her first as it would burn faster). He was always careful not to get caught, but Kathryn took it to a whole other level. She was beyond meticulous.

Sebastian had already laid out the heavy plastic in the bathroom, along with the tools they would need including the electric saw and hand clippers to remove her finger tips. He dragged Annette's lifeless body into the bathroom, noting that indeed he was going to have to get rid of the rug as the bitch bled all over it. Not that it mattered. It was the third he'd gone through in less than a year.

They got down to work hacking up the body then rolling it in plastic and depositing it in some suitcases he had purchased earlier in the day. They worked fast and meticulous, stopping only to screw occasionally. When they finished in record time they used bleach to clean up the blood that had splattered on the wall and floor, and then rolled up the rug and bloody sheets. Sebastian would deposit them tomorrow night at a landfill in Long Island.

When they were satisfied with their cleanup they both retired to their separate bathrooms, showered and changed. Both chose to wear black. When Kathryn reappeared wearing a black Nina Ricci suit and a black beret he snickered. "We're disposing of a body darling. Not breaking and entering."

A knowing smirk crossed her face as she replied mysteriously, "That's what you think."

"Meaning?"

Kathryn shrugged her elegant shoulders and picked up one of the lighter suitcases. "It's a surprise for later."

He quirked an eyebrow, but didn't push the matter further. Picking up the other suitcase he followed his sister out and headed down to the parking garage. Rather then take his jag, which would be in no way inconspicuous, they took one of the vacant town cars instead.

They headed up north to Harlem where one of Sebastian's favorite dump spots resided. In the basement of a tenement, which more closely resembled a crack den, was a rather large incinerator. Sebastian had long ago had a key made to the shit hole and the pair managed to sneak inside and down to the basement without anyone knowing.

Piece by piece they loaded Annette into the flames and watched nonchalantly as she burned. Kathryn tossed in her clothes (sneering about their cheapness the entire time) and was getting ready to close the door when Sebastian stopped her. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a magazine. It was the magazine featuring Annette's manifesto. Kissing the cover he tossed the glossy mag in. When his stepsister rolled her eyes at the display he argued, "It's poetic."

"Whatever," she sighed already bored.

It took hours for a body to burn. Sebastian was as patient as could be and had even brought a book along. Kathryn on the other hand had no desire to wait around for little Dorothy to burn. Especially not in some dirty, rat infested hell-hole she was certain had seen its fair share of dead bodies and not just the ones they brought down there.

Not bothering to look up from his novel Sebastian told her, "You can wait in the car if you wish."

"I think I have a better way to make the time go by."

He looked up at her with a lazy grin. "You wanna fuck here?"

Kathryn spotted a rat scurrying by not two feet away and sneered, "Gross, no. How long until the bitch is ashes?"

"I don't know, a few more hours at least, why?"

Reaching out she toyed with the collar of his jacket. "I have a surprise for you. She's bound, gagged, and waiting to be gutted."

Sebastian could feel his adrenaline start to surge. Gripping Kathryn by the waist he pulled her to him and demanded, "Who? Where?"

"Come with me and find out," she challenged.

Taking one last look at the incinerator Valmont nodded in agreement and then took her hand. "Alright, let's go."

The pair headed back to the car and after they got in Kathryn gave him the directions. Sebastian laughed when he realized who exactly they were going to pay a visit to. "Is that what you were doing this afternoon when I was chasing after Annette? Naughty girl."

They smirked at each other as Sebastian drove back to the Upper East Side. Their destination was a short car ride away and traffic was non existent during that time of night.

They parked a few blocks from the apartment building that was located on 81st street. As they approached the pre-war building Kathryn handed him a pair of gloves. "Always come prepared," she remarked.

"You're like an evil girl scout," he joked.

Kathryn grinned, "That's me. Alright, we're taking the servant's entrance." He wasn't surprised in the least when she produced a key.

"Cameras?"

"Mysteriously disabled"

"Well done sis"

As they stepped inside the cramped stair case she sighed, "We're going to have to take the stairs. They're on the eighth floor."

Sebastian looked at her as if she told him he was going to have to sprout wings and fly. "You have to be shitting me."

"Suck it up Valmont, a little exercise won't kill you. Besides, I'm the one in heels."

He rolled his eyes, but dutifully followed her up. By the time they reached their destination he was completely winded while Kathryn had barely broken a sweat. She regarded him with her typical disdain. "You're pathetic"

"Eat shit," he huffed. "Are these assholes even home?"

Kathryn smiled obviously pleased about what she had planned. "As a matter of fact Bunny and George are in Martha's Vineyard for the rest of the week. Last minute plans."

They stepped into the apartment to find it completely empty and pitch black. "Servants?" Sebastian asked as he slipped off his shoes.

Kathryn did the same. "They've been dismissed for the weekend and of course their darling daughter in expected to be staying in the country, learning social manners from yours truly."

Sebastian was confused and it showed all over his handsome face. "If that's true then why are we here?"

She only grinned over her shoulder at him as she led him back to the bedrooms. The door the farthest away had light streaming through the bottom of it. Kathryn went over and slowly pushed it open. The sight that greeted them made Sebastian chuckle darkly.

In the middle of the four poster bed was Cecile Caldwell tied spread eagle. She had a blindfold over her face and a gag in her mouth. Upon hearing someone enter she started trying to talk through her gag, but her obnoxious voice was thankfully muffled.

Sebastian was so entranced by the sight of Cecile trussed up he hadn't even realized at first that she wasn't alone. In a chair in the corner of the room sat Court Reynolds completely passed out and sporting a nasty head wound.

"What the fuck?" Sebastian sputtered not sure if he was amazed or horrified by this turn of events.

Kathryn just laughed and clasped her hands together like a demented fairy. He meanwhile had pictures of himself and Kathryn being hauled away in handcuff all on account of her demented need for revenge running through his head. "Jesus, tell me you have a plan Kathryn. A good one."

"Of course I have a plan fuck wit. This isn't my first rodeo."

Still not convinced he ordered, "Start talking."

She held up her finger as if to say in a minute. Walking over to the bed she sat down beside Cecile and then reached over and removed her mask. The younger girl's eyes seemed to adjust to the light a moment before landing on them. A look of relief seemed to register and then she started mumbling through her gag again. Kathryn slowly shook her head at her, but Cecile didn't seem to get it.

Turning back to her stepbrother she launched into her story. "Early this afternoon, after my tedious encounter with you, I got a most urgent phone call for little Cecile."

"Oh?"

"Yes it seems someone alerted Court to Cecile's affair with the music teacher."

"Gee, I wonder who that could have been," Sebastian mocked.

Kathryn smiled coyly and shrugged. "Anyway, he stormed over here in a drunken rage and found Ronald's letters. Of course the asshole didn't take kindly to someone damaging his goods, especially a black someone, so he took his anger out on Cecile and started knocking her around." Sebastian noticed for the first time that the girl had a burgeoning black eye and some hand prints on her pale skin. "She called me completely distraught and told me she was hiding in her closet. Well, I being the wonderful friend I am, rushed back to the city as fast as I could."

"When I arrived I found Court guzzling down the Caldwell's best scotch so I did what any good friend would do and knocked the bastard out."

"Then what? You tied Cecile up and left her here all night? How come she didn't see you?"

"I wore a mask of course. That hideous one you used to abduct the Rochester girl last fall," she explained. "Neither had any idea I was involved. Well, until now of course."

He walked over to the slumped over Court and studied him. "Are you sure he's not dead?"

"Fucker's still breathing isn't he?"

Picking up a heavy snow globe from the dresser he raised it in the air over his head. "Can I finish him off then?"

"No!" she screeched. "You're going to fuck up the plan."

"Dare I ask?"

"It's simple really. I get rid of sweet little Cecile and leave Court with the body and the murder weapon."

Sebastian considered this. "When will he wake up?"

"Oh, I imagine right around the time the cops come knocking after receiving an anonymous phone call from a concerned neighbor. It's perfect."

He wasn't quite ready to agree. "What if he doesn't wake up? I can't believe he's been passed out this long."

She shrugged, "We'll pour some booze on him and they'll assume he passed out. Look, he already beat the crap out of her. They'll assume his wound happened during the fight and then the sick fuck tied her up and killed her."

"Perhaps"

Kathryn rolled her eyes annoyed he wasn't getting on board with her plan. "Look Sebastian, you're missing the bigger picture. They'll believe it because they'll want to believe it. Rich, spoiled, asshole from a political family, butchers his young debutante girlfriend? It's completely twisted. The papers will go ape-shit. They'll never think to look anywhere else."

Sebastian knew from experience that she was right. The more twisted and salacious the more people ate it up. And he had to admit that it did appear as if Kathryn had covered all her bases.

Finally, he nodded his approval and said, "Bravo."

"Thank you," she replied with a gloating smile before turning her attention back on her victim. Judging by the way the young girl was attempting to scream through her gag she had clearly heard everything and now realized how dangerous her supposed rescuers were.

"Cecile," Kathryn addressed her in her most calm, cool, manor, "A true lady never raises her voice above a whisper."

Cecile seemed to spit something back that sounded like, screw you. "Now, now is that any sort of language for a young lady to use? I'm trying to help you Cecile. Remember what your mother said? She instructed you to do as I say. If you stop that incessant screaming perhaps I'll remove your gag."

The girl's whimpers seemed to die out upon hearing that. Kathryn leaned forward and gently removed the gag. As soon as her mouth was free Cecile started screaming. "HELP! HELP ME! THESE PYSCHO'S ARE TRYING TO KILL ME! SOME-

Her screams were abruptly cut off by a hard smack to the face delivered by an annoyed Kathryn. "What did I say?" she snapped.

"Go to hell! You're both going to jail! I'm going to tell everyone about you two!"

Valmont rolled his eyes and replied dryly, "Well that's going to be a little difficult with you being dead and all. Jesus Christ Cecile, were your parents siblings or something?"

"You guys are fucking PSYCHO!" she continued to bellow. "They're going to lock your asses up forever!"

Kathryn rolled her eyes at the younger girl's theatrics and looked towards her step brother. She returned the gag back to Cecile's mouth and she immediately started screaming and thrashing around again. Kathryn easily spoke over her. "Cecile I've killed a lot of people," she explained in a completely rational tone. "I've been doing it for a very long time and I have yet to be caught. I have yet to even be a suspect on someone's radar." Leaning forward, her voice dropped to an arctic level as she finished, "We're going to gut you and disembowel you and no one will ever suspect us. You will be just another notch in our well worn belt." Straightening herself out she finished in a thoughtful tone, "So yes, if that makes me a psycho then I suppose I am."

Cecile had grown quiet at her words, but tears continued to pool down her face. Through her gag she managed to get out, "Why?"

Kathryn sighed as if the question was boring her. "Does the term 'too stupid to live' mean anything to you?"

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed at this. As his stepsister continued to sneer and mock their victim he realized they didn't have any sort of viable weapon so he left the room. Carefully he made his way to the kitchen and found a rather impressive looking knife on the butcher block.

When he returned to the bedroom Kathryn was sneering at Cecile for stealing her boyfriend or some such nonsense. She turned at his presence and when she spotted the knife she demanded, "Give me."

"Oh I don't think so," he huffed. "You're far too wound up."

"Fuck you Sebastian. This is my kill and you know it. I'm the one who's had to put up with this imbecile all summer."

"I'm the one who had to fuck her," he reminded her.

A smug little smile spread across her lips as she revealed, "So did I."

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow at this. "Someone's been holding back."

"It wasn't anything terribly memorable," she sighed, "I'll tell you about it later. Now give me the damn knife."

"I don't know"

"Oh come on Sebastian, you don't get to have all the fun."

Valmont tossed the knife back and forth in his hand as he considered his options. He supposed he was being selfish not letting Kathryn have a turn. Besides, he did like watching her work.

With a put-upon sigh he exclaimed as he handed the knife over to her, "Alright, fine. Have your fun."

Kathryn took the weapon with a triumphant smile then leaned in and gave him a kiss. When she started to pull away he grabbed her quickly by the back of the head and pulled her towards him, deepening the kiss. Kathryn whimpered against his lips then broke free, but remained pressed up against him. "Shall we give little Cecile a show?" She looked over her shoulder at their captive whose brown eyes were as wide as saucers. "Show her what a real fuck looks like."

Sebastian grinned at the idea but thought better of it. "As tempting as that offer is we better not. Who knows when sleeping beauty over there is going to wake up," he nodded towards Court.

His stepsister pouted but nodded in agreement, "I suppose you have a point. What are you going to do about this?" She ran a hand down his chest and rested it on his burgeoning hard-on.

"I'll take care of it while you take care of her."

Kathryn turned back around to find Cecile furiously trying to get free of her binds to no avail. She was crying and screaming against her gag but her captors were not moved. "Give it a rest Cecile," she sighed as she climbed on the bed and straddled her victim. "Oh, and by the way, I fucked Ronald." Cecile stopped thrashing around at that news. Her eyes went wide in confused anguish. Kathryn used her momentary shock to plunge the knife violently into her chest.

As the sharp blade slashed through her flesh Cecile screamed through the gag. Valmont's cock throbbed almost painfully as he watched his stepsister slam the knife into her again. Almost without realizing it he unzipped his pants and pulled out his pulsating member. He stepped closer to the bed for a better look and began jerking off.

Kathryn paid him little mind. She was utterly lost in the kill. She savagely stabbed Cecile over and over again as the girl squealed in pain through her gag. There was blood everywhere, on the walls, the bed and all over Kathryn. Sebastian jerked his dick harder as he gazed at his lovely sister's face splattered with blood.

After awhile Cecile had stopped screaming. Kathryn thrust the knife into her upper chest and twisted in left then right. She did it all the way down her chest until she was completely disemboweled. As Sebastian pumped his cock he could feel his orgasm approaching as he watched his former conquests guts spill out across the mattress. Fuck, he wished he had his camera.

Now completely still, a serene smile came across Kathryn's face as she took in her work. She took a deep breath then looked towards her stepbrother. She could tell by the way his arm was trembling as he masturbated that he was seconds from coming. "Unless you plan on spending your remaining years in Sing Sing, I wouldn't shoot your load anywhere near here."

"What do you suggest I do with it?"

Kathryn crawled over to the edge of the bed and without a word guided his cock into her mouth. Sebastian's hand threaded through her silky hair as he jerked forward. A second later he shot down her throat and she easily swallowed it. She pulled away and licked her lips. He rubbed a splatter of blood from her eye and murmured with great affection, "Thanks"

"Anytime"

She signed as she surveyed the bloody carnage. "Alright, we better get started. Go pick up Court."

Sebastian, who had been refastening his pants, stopped and regarded her with disbelief. "Come again? You want me to pick up that 200lbs. asshole and do what?"

Kathryn rolled her eyes at his laziness. "Just pick him up and bring him over to the bed so I can bloody him up a little."

He rolled his eyes, but complied, hoisting the jock out of the chair and dragging him over to the bed. Kathryn took his hands and dipped them in Cecile's blood. She then took the knife and flicked blood at his clothing then used his own hand to smear blood across his face. "Isn't that a little over kill? Pun intended," Sebastian drawled.

"That's the point dip-shit, he needs to look like a homicidal maniac."

Sebastian abruptly dropped him to the floor. "Valmont!" Kathryn exclaimed. They both went wide-eyed when he started to stir. A moment later he seemed to fall back asleep.

"Jesus," Sebastian exclaimed, "Did you drug him or something?"

She shrugged, "I might have forced a sedative down his throat. Don't worry; no one will think to check for that. They'll just assume he's passed out wasted again."

"You better hope," he sighed. "Hmm, I wonder if he'll still prefer undercooked pussy after this."

Kathryn's lips twitched into an ironic smile, "I would hope he's learned his lesson." She pulled out a small bottled of scotch from her coat. "Dump it"

As Sebastian doused him she gently placed the knife in his hand. Crossing over to the desk on the other side of the room she pulled out Ronald's love letters she found earlier. She began scattering them around the room and into the hallway.

After taking one last look at her work and making sure no clue was left behind, the pair made their way out of the apartment. They quietly crept down the stairwell and stepped into the cool night air. Kathryn locked the door behind them.

As they made their way back to the car she pulled out the disposable cell phone she purchased earlier. She dialed 911. "Can you please send someone over to 81st and Park? There's all this noise coming from my downstairs neighbors. It sounds like a woman screaming. I think someone might be in trouble….Please hurry." He voice rose to near hysterical levels with the last part. Clicking the phone off Kathryn grinned at her partner in crime and exclaimed, "Done."

"And what if Reynolds wakes up and flees before the cops arrive?"

"Then the dumb fuck will just make himself look that much more guilty."

Sebastian shook his head in amazement. "You think of everything. Well, I suppose we better go check on our other little friend before the sun comes up. When we get home I have some champagne waiting to celebrate our victories."

"You think of everything," she murmured affectionately to him.

Taking his stepsister by the hand the pair headed out into the night. Kathryn rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. "Sebastian?"

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking…I have an idea…for a new game. Are you interested?"

Looking down at her, a smile curled around his lips giving her an answer before he even replied. Sebastian kissed her bloody forehead and told her, "Always."

THE END

Author's Note: Yep, totally going to hell for that one. Well, I hope this is what you guys had in mind. Originally I had planned to tell a more brooding story about Sebastian's 'affliction' and how Kathryn used it to her advantage. But, it just didn't seem very 'Cruel Intentions' like. Instead, this came out a little more American Psycho and I think a little more fun…if not totally twisted.

To answer a few questions from my reviews, I know I don't write in first person too often, that's because I don't really like it. I find it too limiting. I had considered writing this chapter as a journal entry of Sebastian's but then thought against it. I don't know, maybe in the future I'll try it. Also you'll get some prequel's (chapters O, P, and T to be more specific) and Blaine will pop up soon. Yes, you will get a version of innocent Kathryn and a version of committed K/S (I kind of wrote that already in chapter C, but maybe you mean a monogamous K/S?). You got dead Annette in this chapter…and probably more to come. As for K/S having babies I'm with you on that one. No thanks.

As for giving out a chapter list I don't want to post it right now as I tend to change things around and rename chapters. However, if you really want it PM or email me and I'll send it to you. Yes, there will be bonus chapters. When I finish the first 26 chapters (which knock on wood I will finish) I'm planning on doing ten bonus chapters that will be either sequels or prequels to some of the previous chapters. For instance, I want to make a prequel of this one, perhaps when Kathryn and Sebastian first realized they shared the same 'hobby'. Then after the ten maybe a few short smut-lett's. We'll see.

Okay, I'll wrap this up by saying the next chapter will be H is for Hedonist and it involves divorced Sebastian, an Eyes Wide Shut party, a reunion, and a threesome. Lot's of dirty fun. Until then please drop me a review and tell me what you thought about this chapter. Ta.
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