That night, Sandy came home and Bruce tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. He even tried to kiss her with the scent and taste of Hank’s rectum still on his breath and Hank’s cum once again drying in his moustache. That’s when Sandy finally snapped. She stormed out of the room, down to the basement to retrieve a hammer from the tool rack. When she returned, Bruce was already in the shower washing off his lover’s sweat and semen. He stepped out of the shower with welts and hickeys on his ass cheeks along with the obvious impression of a very large hand and Sandy struck him over the head with the hammer. She hit him again and again until she was certain he wouldn’t get up again. He lay on the bathroom floor bleeding, moaning, and convulsing. She knew he’d be dead soon, but hopefully not too soon.
“You’ve got to help me. I need you to open up the zoo for me. Open up the lion’s cage.”
“For what? It’s after midnight!”
“I know, but I need your help. I just killed my husband.” Sandy said.
“You what?”
“I killed Bruce.”
“Oh, you must be sick if you think I’m getting involved in that shit!”
“Listen, Bruce was a millionaire and all his money will go to me if he dies and I don’t get convicted. At any rate I still have access to all his accounts. I could bring you fifty thousand dollars tonight. He keeps at least that much in our safe. You’ve got to help me. Pleeease?”
“Fifty thousand?”
“I can bring it to you right now if you’ll help me.”
There was hardly a pause. Money was indeed, the root of all evil. Money and pride.
“Okay, I’ll do it. But why don’t we just bury him? Why the lion’s cage?”
“You know why,” Sandy replied coyly in a low sultry voice. “I’ll give you another fifty-thousand when it’s all over. Just let me have my fantasy.”
Sandy watched as her magnificent ebon lover hefted her husband out of the trunk, his titanic muscles straining under her husband’s dead weight. She let out a little squeal when Bruce began to groan and he dropped him hard onto the concrete.
“Shit! I thought you said he was dead?”
“What does it matter? I gave you your money. He’ll be dead soon.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“Don’t you want me to suck that beautiful cock of yours? Swallow all that delicious cum? Bring you all that pretty money? Well I want this!”
“Okay, but I think we’re going to need to renegotiate.”
“Will another fifty-thousand make up your mind for you? I’ll let you fuck me in the ass just like you like.”
She reached out and began to stroke his massive cock through his pants and that decided the matter for him. He threw Bruce’s semi-conscious body over his shoulders like it was a sack of laundry and jogged from the parking lot to the rear zoo gate, not even needing to put him down while he fished his keys out of his pocket and let himself in. He wasn’t even breathing hard.
They crept past the reptile habitat, past the monkey cage, the otters, and the giraffes, before a heavy roar announced their arrival at the lions cage.
“Dump him in! Throw his ass in there!” Sandy ordered excitedly, already stripping out of her clothes. The zoo attendant walked over and opened the side door, carrying Bruce into the hallway and back to the rear of the cage. The lions could smell the blood leaking from the wound in Bruce’s scalp. They immediately began to crowd against the bars of the cage.
When Bruce’s body finally squeezed through the trap door into the cage the lions immediately began to fight over his flesh, snarling savagely as they tore off the choice pieces of meat. Deliriously horny, Sandy tore off the zoo attendant’s shorts and began swallowing his dick. Naturally, she’d brought along her dildo and was furiously fucking herself with it as she sucked him off, staring into the cage as the huge alpha male fought back the other lions and turned toward Bruce, who was now conscious, grievously injured, and screaming his lungs out. Sandy took that massive cock all the way down her throat while swirling her tongue around the tip. Her eyes teared up as she fought the gag reflex, allowing the thick foot long member further into her gullet while he dug his fingers into her hair and thrust even deeper, raping her esophagus. Sandy, gagging on the massive dick and loving every minute of it, tickled his balls with her long manicured nails and slipped a finger into his anus to massage his prostate, causing her lover to immediately cum in a molten torrent. Warm semen filled her mouth, spilling out over her chin and down over her lovely breasts as the fearsome cat ripped open her husband’s stomach and began tearing out and consuming his organs with his terrible blood-soaked fangs.
“Oh God! Sandy! Help me! Help meeeeeeee!” Bruce screamed, beating at the terrifying beasts with his feeble fists, his strength bleeding out onto the hard concrete floor of the cage.
Her eyes went cold and ruthless as she watched her husband’s agony, still licking cum from her lips and from her lover’s cock then hot with passion as the sight of him being mauled by the pride of hungry lions further excited her. Sandy was in a frenzy of voluptuous rapture, her arousal rising in proportion to the lion’s bloodlust and, as usual, her beautiful obsidian stallion was still hard. He turned her around and slammed his tremendous organ into her ass, mercilessly fucking her tight anus.
“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!” Sandy went wild watching her husband scream and beg while the lions tore him apart and her lover ravaged her asshole.
“Oh God! Help! Noooooo! Arrrrrrrrgh!”
The lion tore out her Bruce’s throat and Sandy came, screaming, crying, hissing and cussing, as her lover filled her ass with his seed. A bright red arterial spray splashed across her face and Sandy came again as the lion cracked open her husband’s ribcage and savagely ripped out his heart.
She fell back onto the hard floor, panting breathlessly as her beautiful black Adonis withdrew his spent organ from her ass.
“You don’t love me do you?” he asked.
“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” Sandy asked still winded from her orgasm.
“You don’t even know my fucking name, but yet you want me to share a murder rap with you? No way sister.”
“I know your name. You’re uh... um... Terrance?”
“Terrell! We’ve been fucking for almost a month and you don’t know shit about me!”
“What the fuck does it matter anyway?”
He grabbed her by her wrists, pinning both her arms together in one huge hand, and dragged her over to the feeding door.
“It matters to me,” he said. “See, there’s no statute of limitations on murder. A crazy bitch like you might suddenly get an attack of conscience and confess then I go down as an accessory to murder.”
“Why would I tell anyone? We’re in this together!”
“Yeah, but you’re a rich white woman and I’m just some broke-ass nigga. You could blame all of this shit on me and skate Scott free. There’s only one way that two people can keep a secret like this and that’s if one of them is dead.”
Sandy’s eye’s bulged in horror as she stared into the cage where the ravenous cats were busy working her husband’s flesh free from his bones. She began to fight and struggle, but Terrell was impossibly, hopelessly strong. He easily subdued her and the struggle caught the attention of the lions. Sandy trembled in horror as the lions crowded against the cage, licking their gore-streaked fangs; bits of blood, flesh, and sinew, still clinging to their fur.
Despite her terror, Sandy felt a tremor of excitement between her thighs and a salacious wetness at the prospect of being at the mercy of those beautiful, powerful, ravenous beasts. She began fucking herself with the dildo again. Terrell looked down as he heard her begin to moan and pant.