Daddy's Daughters

     “Daddy, not to her. Please, just me. Just me.”
     The man turned to the girl pleading. He walked over to the 7 year old speaking to him. He did as the girl asked. The man thrust into her as hard and far as he could, and when the little girl whimpered too much for his liking, he turned to the 5 year old laying on the floor. The 7 year old grabbed his face and made him focus on the pain being inflicted on her. He couldn't help himself but wonder what pain he could inflict on a smaller one.
     “She won't know the difference,” the seven year old said. The man stopped. The younger one wouldn't know the difference? Well that just means the younger one will be more eager as she ages, won't she? It’s perfect. The man pulls away from the 7 year old, and begins to enter the 5 year old. He tenses as the pleasure of something smaller fills his whole body. The 7 year old sits on the bed watching in horror as her younger sister is raped before she can comprehend what to do. Sally took her punishment for Sanni, and was glad to do so. But it seemed for naught, now that Sanni was also being defiled. Sally picked up a baseball ball, and swung it down hard on his head. He fell, bleeding from behind the ear where he was hit. Sally knew she would have to answer questions.Sally looked at her only sister, her half-blood sister who shared her pain, and resolved to never let that girl feel pain again.

 ***

     Sanaya was excited. She was sitting in a room alone with a boy. A musician from a local band. Sanaya was 15, old enough to rule the world, and she sat on the edge of a bed with this boy that she'd only known 3 months. She could describe him accurately though, She had a base knowledge of what his life was like. She knew he would be gentle with her. She had never imagined a gentle person, and so when he came into her life, she took it as far as it could go. She laid down for him in her own bed, against everything she had ever said she would be a part of or deal with. She let him smoothly slide into her, and she felt something strange. She felt a legitimate caring. This boy really loved her. And then came the real truth of it.

 ***

     Salina never bothered with the opposite sex. Salina was disgusted by all of them. She felt they were all the same. They all wanted her flesh and no matter how good she was, they would always want something else. Or someone else. Or someone better. “Why am I not enough?”, she would ask herself. And she would have no answer.

 ***

     "He looks just like him."

     "No he doesn't, his nose is too big."

     "Oh, are we getting picky now? Just cause his nose is a little big, are we discriminating now?"

     "Shut up, Sanaya."

     "Salina, you know he has the brow and cheek structure, look at him. We can die his hair brown."

     "Fine, I think you're just getting too excited about doing this. I think we should wait until we find someone more appropriate."

     "What are you, a fucking virgin, Salina?"

     "You're a fucking whore, Sanaya."

     "You know it,” Sanaya responded with a smirk.

     “You need to calm down, and remember why we do this.”

     “You need to calm down and remember how fun it is.”

     “Sometimes I want to kill you.”

     “Salina, I love you but sometimes you’re a fucking straight-laced prude.”

     “Well excuse me, Sanaya, I don’t feel as free to express my vaginal desires as you seem to.”

     “Free love, baby,” Sanaya winked at Salina. “So, what say you, sister? Do we take him?”

     “Yes, I suppose he will do.”

     The two sisters linked arms. Salina is a blonde about 5’6”, roughly 130 pounds, size D breasts, and a big butt for a white girl. Though Sanaya looked like her sister at first glance, upon further inspection you would notice she is a 5’3” redhead, roughly 115 pounds, small B cup, and an ass that could only be described as Spanish. Salina and Sanaya are only half-sisters. They both are Irish from their mother. Salina is Italian from her father, and Sanaya is Spanish from her father. Neither ever knew their biological fathers. They approach a man that looks somewhat like their stepfather who raised them until his death, both wearing fairly short shorts, and brightly colored tank tops. They flashed the man a smile and Sanaya took the lead.

     “Hey there,” she winked at him, “My name is Sanny, and this is my sister Sally. We were debating whether or not you came here alone or if you had a girl waiting for you somewhere.” Sanaya finished her statement with a tone to lead him to believe that she was somewhat scared of being turned down. Sanaya was really good at taking the lead but seeming shy.

     “Nah, I ain’t got a girl,” he said in a thick drawl. “My name’s George.” He smiles at the sisters standing in front of him wondering what the hell they were doing talking to him. Beautiful girls were always trouble as far as he figured and he wanted to tell them to go away except for the fact that they both beamed at him when he said he was single.

      “Fuckin’ George,” Salina hissed into Sanaya’s ear, unheard by George because the music was loud.

     “George… My sister and I were also wondering if you would like to come home with us.”

     “What can I get ya to drink?” he replied feeling like tonight was his lucky night.

     “I’ll have a Red-Headed Slut,” Sanaya said flirtatiously and winked.

     “May I have a Sex on the Beach?” Salina replied, moving to George’s other side and sitting next to him. Salina seemed much more guarded, and when she sat down, Sanaya gave her a look that said “Do it right.” 

***

     George drunkenly followed Salina and Sanaya up to their house. He wondered quickly how they seemed so sober; he bought them 3 drinks each and winked at the bartender to make them heavy on the vodka. It didn’t matter, He was going to chug some water and live his fantasy. He asked and Sanaya retrieved some water for him. They walked up the stairs of their moderately sized house and turned right down a hallway. George followed Salina and Sanaya eagerly. Sanaya let Salina walk into the room, but she turned her attention to George. She grabbed his hands and stood on her toes to kiss him. Then she slowly pulled her lips away from his and let them drag lightly on his skin till she started biting his neck. She kissed from his clavicle to his ear, biting intermittently. She bit his earlobe and George felt a pang down his sciatic nerve. When Salina noticed George’s reaction, she pulled away and smiled slyly at him. George went in to kiss her and she shook her head. She began removing her tank top, and George reached around to undo her bra. When she was standing half naked in front of him, he dropped to his knees and started playing with her nipples. She unbuttoned her shorts, and he pulled them down. He looked at her pussy and then started licking her clit. She grabbed his hair and twisted it as she pulled his head in more. He slid his index finger into her and she gasped. When he slid the finger out, he added his middle finger when he went back in. Sanaya twisted his hair more, and her body tensed. She let out a low moan. Then George added his ring finger, and Sanaya twisted his hair with her right hand. Her left hand let go of his hair and  she began biting her middle and ring finger. George fingered her faster, enjoying how she started moaning while she was biting her fingers. Sanaya decided she was done with this, it was too much of a tease.

     She pushed George away, and ordered him into the room.

     “Sit in that chair, all you can do right now is watch,” Salina said sternly. George listened, and sat in the chair. Across from the chair was a couch and there was a kitchen table against the wall to his right.Salina sat in the couch with a strap on, beckoning Sanaya. Sanaya looked back at George and began to suck her sister’s fake dick, never breaking eye contact. Salina grabbed Sanaya by the hair and pulled her sisters face to her own. Salina kissed Sanaya, and then pushed her to the arm of the couch, bent over with her right leg up so George could watch. Salina thrust into her sisters vagina with little warning and with a decent amount of force. 

     She pulled Sanaya up by the hair and whispered in her ear, “You argued with me today. (Salina thrust again with force and Sanaya whimpered a little.) What have I told you about arguing with me?”

     “It means I will get a treat,” Sanaya said with a smirk. Salina pulled her hair and thrust hard into her again.

     “You know I hate it when you do that. I hate it when you argue with me,” Salina growled in Sanaya's ear.

     “You aren't very good with punishment, are you?” Sanaya moaned in response.Salina pushed Sanaya's head back down into the couch and twisted her hair. Sanaya moaned louder as Salina began to slowly build up her rhythm. Salina grabbed Sanaya's knee, and twisted her hair more. Sanaya's eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she had begun to to just exhale noise.

     “Do you want your fucking 'treat,' slut?” Salina asked.

     “Yes,” Sanaya barely whispers. Salina pulled Sanaya's head out of the couch.“You better fucking listen to me, and do everything I fucking tell you. George, I'm glad to see you already have your dick out. My sister's mouth looks mighty empty, would you mind filling it for me?”

George jumped up and crossed the room, eager to finally be a part of this. He stood at the end of the couch, and watched Salina push her sister's head down on his dick, and Sanaya enjoyed it. She purred on his cock, and it was George's turn to moan. He noticed Salina handing him Sanaya's hair, and he took it from her roughly. He felt like he had been handed the reins, and he liked the power. Her hair was soft yet strong. He twisted her hair and kept pushing her head down and it only seemed to make her more eager. He looked up at Salina who was now pushing her index finger into Sanaya's ass. Sanaya groaned, with George's cock almost in her throat and it tickled his balls. He pushed his dick into her throat and pinched her nose.

     “How fucking pretty you are, look at that.” George let go of her hair and reached down to feel his dick in her throat. He let go of her nose, pulled out and let her catch some breath. His hand was still around her throat though, and he squeezed a little let her know he was in control. He grabbed her nose again and fucked her face, letting her breath after every 5^th thrust.

     Salina had out some anal beads. She pulled her fake dick out, and used Sanaya's pussy juice as lubricant. She got the beads all nice and wet, completely soaked, really. She left Sanaya's pussy feeling empty while she pushed in the first two beads. She pulled one out spit on it, and then pushed two in. George watched in amazement, tonight was indeed his lucky night. It's not everyday you watch a beautiful girl push anal beads into her sister while your dick was down her throat. Salina pushed one more in, the size making Sanaya purr a little.

     “Would you like to try this? She loves it,” Salina asked George.

     Salina laid on the ground and told Sanaya, “Come here, put your pussy on this, girl.” Sanaya squatted over her sister, and before she had time to do anything else was pushed to lay down. George moved her body to get the strap on into her cunt. Then George maneuvered himself into Salina's asshole. At first Salina didn't want it, but George pushed Sanaya's mouth to hers, and they soon got lost in each others tongues. George fucked Salina while he moved Sanaya's hips. The two girls were playing with each others breasts, and Salina moved her hands to the anal beads, pushing one more bead in. George leaned over and choked Salina with his left hand and playing with Sanaya's clit. Then he had a better idea.

     “Sanny, kneel facing away from me. Sally, kneel facing me next to her,” George commanded for the first time. “Sally, I want you to push all those beads into her ass, and play with her clit. I want you to make her cum. Meanwhile, I want to put my dick in your mouth.”Salina shot him a smile that told him he was begging for trouble, but instead, she pushed Sanaya's face to the floor. Salina leaned on Sanaya, Her pussy at the base of Sanaya's neck, the strap on tucked between them. Salina drooled on Sanaya's asshole and pushed in another bead, and then wiggled it. It caused Sanaya to moan and arch her back harder.

     “I want you in her pussy as I push in the last one.”

     “Only if you suck it off my dick after.”

     “You can't make me do that.”

     “Oh no?” George challenged her. He fucked Sanaya while Salina pushed the last bead in. Then he grabbed Salina by the hair, closed her nose and stuck is dick into her mouth.

     “You like the way your sister tastes, don't you?” he asks, removing his fingers from her nose, and massaging her throat. He had only stuck the tip in her mouth and waited before saying “Go on then, suck it.”

     Salina closed her eyes and licked it while it was in her mouth. She didn't particularly like how it felt but she did like the way it tasted. Once she had sucked the last of Sanaya off, she stood up. She grabbed Sanaya's hand and pulled her over to the couch. Salina sat down and pulled Sanaya down onto the dildo. George followed and once Sanaya was settled on the fake dick, he slowly pulled out the beads one by one. She gyrated her hips, and he let her because he liked hearing her moan while everything was stirring inside her. Once he pulled the last one out, he grabbed her hips and licked her asshole. He stuck his tongue inside and then spit on it. Then he put his dick inside her. As soon as he did that, Sanaya moaned loudly and stopped moving. George and Salina fucked Sanaya together until she came, screaming with her head thrown back. Even when she came, they didn't stop for another minute or two. Salina liked watching Sanaya tense and quiver.

     Salina then slid out from beneath her sister and George. George continued fucking Sanaya while putting his fingers in her mouth. 

     “Your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock, babydoll.”

     Salina had removed the strap on and was holding a vibrator up to her clit. She stared at George fucking her sister, her sister moaning and arching her back. George pulled out of Sanaya and ordered her to kneel in front of him. He came on her. As Sanaya was rubbing the semen around her face, Salina tased George with a taser she broke apart and modified. The current was so strong, George fell to the ground convulsing and Salina climaxed with the vibrator to her clit. Sanaya began laughing and it made Salina's orgasm better.

"I love you baby sister," Salina said as she bent over to kiss Sanaya's lips.

-Kiz

Slut

She’s on all fours on the floor with a leash hooked to a collar. I yank at the leash, hard, yanking her like a dog that’s pulling too much. She’s a rabid bitch in heat and knows it. There’re six more of us, watching her as she chokes on my leash, the black spiked collar tight around her neck. Her hair is mussed and some of it hangs across her face. She looks like a slut and is a slut. She knows she is, she wants to be our slut, our dirty animal. We call her Slut and she loves it when she hears us say it; we can see it in her slutty eyes.

I jerk my dick with my free hand and jerk the leash again, her head yanked back. She growls and grunts and the other six jerk their dicks faster in response. I yank the leash again, my own dick fully erect and ready to enter one of her holes. The other six will get their turns inside her, but they know I go first. I get behind her and rub my cock head on her clit. It’s already wet of course but I want it even wetter, so wet her cum drips off her pussy lips onto the floor so she can lick it up when we tell her to. I shove my dick inside her hungry wet hole, not more than halfway in, then pull out and jerk the leash. She shoves her ass toward my cock, visibly craving my dick back inside her. I just tease her clit again, making her growl and grunt louder, her animalistic sounds causing all of us to jerk our dicks harder.

“Ok, Slut,” I command, “fucking grab two cocks and suck the one in front of you.” She immediately obeys, even before I can finish the sentence, each of her hands jerking a cock and licking at the cock jutting near her face. “What a fucking dirty nasty cockslut whore,” I say to all the others as she sucks and slurps on the cock greedily and hungrily, moaning and growling, her tongue licking at the head when the dude pulls it out of her mouth. She knows not to speak her lust until I say.

I ram my cock in her cunt and spank her ass, hard, my handprint appearing on one cheek. She screams on the dick in her mouth and shoves her ass against me, obviously wanting another vicious spanking. I do so, my hand smacking the other cheek then back and forth until her ass is pink then red. She sucks the cock faster but then he pulls out and the ones in her hands pull away, all three replaced by the remaining cocks. Everyone will get their turn in her.

I motion to one dude, who knows to grab a large bottle of Smirnoff vodka nearby and pour it all over her, drenching her body with it. She jerks the new cocks and sucks at the replacement cock ravenously, the sight of her doing this drenched in vodka, the smell of her vodka-soaked flesh making us ravenous as well. Our bloodlust for her is visibly increased. I motion to all of them, and the sexual mayhem upon her ensues.

I pull out and let another dude fuck her ass while one more gets under her and shoves his dick in her cunt, DP-ing her into a frenzy, her mouth raped while the cocks in her hands get jerked faster, her fingers gripping the dicks tighter. I lick some vodka off her back and slap my dick on her face then bend over and tell her she is a fucking nasty ass slut and that we all want to hear her say it. The dude fucking her mouth pulls out and fists her hair as I yank at the collar around her sweaty neck. “Fucking say it, Slut!” the dude in front of her shouts, slapping her saliva-soaked mouth.

“I’M A FUCKING NASTY ASS FUCKING SLUT!! FUCKING FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK MY FUCKING SLUT MOUTH YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCKS!!!”

Her voice is guttural, animalistic, filled with ravenous fury and rage and desperation. I shove her head toward the cock but the dude lets me take his place. She sucks my dick with a crazed derangement in her expression, the cocks fucking her other holes evidently making her insane with lust. I can tell by the look in her eyes she doesn’t have a sense of time and space, all the sex and vodka turning her into a female monster filled with cock lust. She’s a slut called Slut and we fuck her like the slut she is.


Slut eats my cock and I like it when she bites it, scraping her teeth on it as she bobs her head. Slut is our cock bitch and the collar she wears marks her as mine, shared with the other six for now. She loves being used and abused, loves sucking one cock after another, jerking two at once then being given two more as the cocks in her pussy and ass get switched out, everyone taking their turns in her over and over, not coming until we get Slut on her knees, that leash jerking her head, her face turned upward, all the cocks surrounding her face in bukakke, my cock behind her so I can jerk my cum on her back and ass first then join the others as all of us jerk our dicks and spray and spurt our cum (I have some left) all over her face and tongue, that tongue of hers a slut tongue and stuck out so far, eager for our semen, which dribbles off her mouth onto her tits in white globs, mixing with the vodka poured on her. She is Slut, she is the Slut we fuck, the Slut we own, the Slut that craves cum and cock. Slut.

Belial Cunt

"Why did you do it?"

"Because I can't have you."

"The fact that you posted them is why you can't have me."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't be trusted."

"But you have my heart."

"Vaginas have your heart, you pussy."

"Untie me, and I'll show you pussy."

"You already have. Now it's time for me to show you balls."

"Why are you unzipping my pants?"

"I told you, I'm showing you balls."

"What's that scalpel for?"

"I told you, I'm gonna show you balls."

"HOLY FUCK! YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

"That won't get me to stop."

"I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IF I GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

"See, your balls?"

"Fuck you. FUCK YOU."

"No way baby, you can't fuck anything anymore... well, I guess you could. Let me take care of that."

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT CUNT. WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER FUCKING BORN."

"How original of you, darlin'. Unfortunately for you-"

"FUCKING FUCK YOU STUPID SLUT BITCH, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME."

"How do you like this gag? I'm tired of hearing you yell. Just shut up and take your punishment."

"Hor hosthin hicthures uff you?"

"Yes, 'Belial'. You child. I know I wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last if I wasn't doing this. Not every girl can laugh you off like I can. Your shitty childhood is no excuse for bringing that kind of pain on others. You perpetuate the shit in this world, and you must die. I just want the pleasure of removing what you hold most dear; remove what you think holds all your power. Stop squirming, you pussy. Oh, haha you do have a pussy now. Oh, are you crying? Oh is the big bad devil 'Belial' crying? Why are you crying, baby? Are you crying because I'm holding your dick in my hand? Are you crying because your nuts are on that table? Get over it. They're lost to you forever. I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna insert this sword into your new vagina and fuck your organs until they're sliced thin enough to fall out of your pussy. How do you talk to girls when you fuck them? 'Oh, you like that girl? You like getting fucked, don't you, slut? Yeah, you like this big dick tearing up your insides, fucking don't you? Yeah you fucking slut, I can hear how much you like it when I fuck you. Take it, slut. Take my big throbbing dick in your pussy. You fucking love it.' Let me choke you too so it feels more genuine. 'Yeah, you fucking slut, you like being choked don't you? You like not being able to breathe while I tear up your fucking pussy, don't you? Yeah of course you do, I can hear you moaning for more, baby. You fucking little cunt. I own that cunt. I'm gonna rip your fucking cunt open so hard, you can't walk for days, you fucking little slut...' Oh shit, that didn't last very long, did it? What the fuck? I was just getting into it, you fuckin' pussy."

-Kiz

Kitty

“I didn’t steal your kitten. I never even knew you had one.”

“Fuck you, I know you did, I saw you outside the front door earlier and the fucking kitten was IN YOUR HAND.”

“No, that wasn’t me.”

“Well, then, who the fuck was it?”

“How would I know?”

“C’mon, just tell me. I won’t be mad. I love you.”

“Baby, I didn’t do it. You know I love you too.”

“Yeah, but I think you’re lying.”

“Let’s fuck.”

“No.”

“Please? Baby I don’t steal kittens, I don’t steal anything.”

“You don’t? You stole me.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright.”

“Fuck.”

“You like that shit? Huh? You like my fucking cock in your slut cunt?”

“Mmmmmmmmm fuck yeah you fucking know I do, fuck me harder you motherfucker.”

“Grrrrrrrrr fuck.”

“Rape my fucking ass and tell me you fucking stole my kitten.”

“Goddamnit I didn’t steal it!”

“Fuck me! Rape the fuck outta me! Tell me!”

“Fucking nasty bitch I fucking didn’t do it! FUCK OH FUCKING GOD!”

“FUCKING CUM IN ME! TELL ME YOU FUCKING DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!”

“OK YEAH I FUCKING STOLE IT! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fucking give it me, baby, oh my fucking god I’m gonna…oh fuck!”

“Cum on my cock!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm OH MY GOD OH FUCK OH FUCK OH 

FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”

“Fuck yeah baby fucking clench my fucking dick!”

“Oh my god I came so fucking hard, your cock feels so fucking good inside me, oh god.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too. Where’s my kitten?”

“In my garage.”

“She’s ok?”

“She’s fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, baby.”

“You better not be lying to me.”

“Baby I’m not lying.”

“You did before.”

“I’m sorry baby.”

“Yeah, you are. I had to make you fuck me to tell me the fucking truth. What does that say about you?”

“That you can get me to say anything if I fuck you.”

“Fucker. Why didn’t you just come out with it?”

“Duh.”

“Yeah all you wanna do is fuck me.”

“It’s just a kitten for fuck’s sake.”

“It’s my kitten. She is.”

“I know.”

“Why did you steal it?”

“Duh.”

“Well then maybe you should steal more of my shit.”

“Oh I will. Fucking count on it.”

Cemetery Silence

          I walk in between the headstones, looking for a specific name. The man following me seems to be getting bored now. I see the name I'm looking for but abruptly turn around. I look him in the eye, and smile at him as I slowly walk backwards. I feel the headstone behind me, and he walks closer, smiling right back. Both of us with dark thoughts in our dark heads. Oh how the cemetery won't be silent tonight. He puts his hand around my throat, just enough for me to feel it, and pushes my face so I can look up in his eyes while he stands against me. I feel the familiar lust; the familiar hunger. I pull myself up to sit on top of the headstone, and it brings me to the perfect height to feel the bulge in his jeans. His face moves closer to mine, just slow enough for me to know what he wants. I kiss him deeply, wanting everything all at once. But we discussed this. You help me do this thing and I will help you do that thing. I began biting his lip to show him I was getting a little impatient. I pushed against him, and he growled at me, so I pulled my mouth away slightly to growl back. His grip on my neck got tighter, and I purred. I grabbed his belt loops and pulled him into me more, and I got the feeling like he was playing with me. So I pulled my mouth away to tell him to just fuck me already and he began kissing my neck, leaving me no breath to command anything. My hands moved up his back, I began to scratch under his shirt. The more he teased me with his tongue, saliva, and teeth I scratched at him harder and harder, no doubt leaving marks. He bit me, and I was pulled out of my sadistic mood.

         “Bite me harder,” I tell him. He does, and it makes me giggle a little. He bites me again, harder, and I laugh a little louder. He continues biting me, and I continue laughing as my panties get soaked, sitting on a headstone in a cemetery. My short black skirt not even between my cunt and the rock. He slides his hands up my legs to my ass, and picks me up. Still kissing me, he drops to his knees, lays me down, and slides my wet, black boy shorts off. He pulls his pants down to his knees, and holds himself over me.

          “Just fucking do it already,” I goaded him. There was then the delicious pleasure mixed with pain while I felt him inside me and then immediately felt him hit my cervix. I gasped, and grabbed at his arms. I looked back up at him smiling down at me and he said “What? You'd have known if you sucked it.”

          “That wasn't part of our agreement,” I respond breathlessly as I feel him again. I squeeze his arms again, this time digging my nails into his flesh. I wanted him to be rougher with me. It had been too long since someone just took all of their rage out on me. My nails dug deeper, and blood began welling up around my incisions. He slid his left hand under my head and grabbed my hair, with enough force to pull it out if he wanted to. I let go of him for a moment, swimming in my pain. Then I realized that he had loosened his grip. I grabbed his arms in a different spot and began digging again. His hand still in my hair, I felt him squeezing his fist; each hair follicle straining to stay attached to my head. I didn't relent this time. I want him to feel the pain too much to continue. My hair rips out and I feel each strand snap under his pressure, as my pussy buckles under each thrust. My eyes roll so hard into the back of my head, my eye muscles hurt. My back arching as my body screams it's silent cry of an incomprehensible mixture of stimulus. He slows down, slackens his grasp on my hair, and I regain use of my consciousness. I begin digging in the dirt underneath my head and his hand. I found my shallowly buried pistol. Before he had a chance to notice what I pulled out, he had a pistol pointed between his eyes, with a smiley face sticker covering the barrel.

          He hadn't skipped a beat; he pulled my right leg over his shoulder, and began pushing into me harder. I never loosened my grip on the weapon but my body began responding as it had before. I became completely useless to defend myself, so consumed with what my body was feeling. Eventually, I hit a peak where the pain no longer hurt, and I came, screaming into the silence of the cemetery.

          I counted to 60 once my brain began functioning again from the jumbled state of screaming and breathlessness, before I pulled the trigger. It felt perfect; I had flexed every other muscle in my body up to this point. There was that moment of loud cracking, and fleeing animals in the trees. I continued to hold my hands up above me with the gun, and I watched him fall on me, and roll down my outstretched arms. His body fell on the ground in such a way that his dead eyes stared right at me. Mouth slightly open and blood oozing all over his face.

         I lay for a moment, letting my arms fall. I notice that there is a silence. The kind of silence that makes a man insane. I exhale deeply again, smiling. Not a single fucking thing making noise.

I smile and roll over. I lay on top of him and say

“My darling, wasn't that the perfect way to go? We both got what we wanted. I will never be able to recall a poor memory with you, and you are free.”

-Kiz

SICK BITCH FUCK

“I’m a fucking sick bitch.”

He looked at her before taking another sip of beer. “How sick,” he
said, the question subdued into rhetorical interest.

She lowered her face, stared at him for just a beat. “You have no fucking idea.”

A few more sips and he was done. She killed her beer and they left. He
drove while she directed, grabbing at his bulge. “There,” she said,
“turn right. I’m toward the end on the left. Building 9.”

He pulled in, shut off the engine, felt her hand release its grip. She
 got out, he followed. She was on the top level, apartment H. She
keyed  the lock upside down. “Fuck, I do that every time,” she huffed,
then corrected, got the door open. He followed, shut the door himself,
she  locked it, looked at him with what he defined as a sneer, her
eyes  steady on him, like she was the prey but the simultaneous
predator.

“You’re sure you want this,” she said, her eyes unmoving.

He nodded, wanting to smirk her sneer into submission but knew it wouldn’t work.

“Good, ‘cause you need to know that I’m—”

“A fucking sick bitch,” he finished for her.

Her semi-sneer became full-fledged; her eyes seemed to gloss over.
“Fuck me up. I wanna do shit you thought you’d never do.”

He felt his bulge expand a few increments; his cock was angled in such
a way that the head pressed against the insides of his boxers and
jeans. It felt like an animal needing to escape from its entrapment.
He wanted to unzip himself and free it but instead he grabbed the hair
of the woman who stood in front of him, a woman with a FUCK-YOU sneer
on her face, a mouth he knew craved cock and not just his. In his mind
 he tried to imagine exactly what she was thinking, what kind of
fucked  up shit she wanted done to her, and why. But FUCK the why and
FUCK  whatever she supposedly craved. He craved her and her sick
desires,  whatever they were and whatever they would be. He was in
this until it ended. Whatever that fucking meant.

“Fuck!” she yelled, feeling her hair being yanked. He fisted her by
her head to her bedroom, which was just a few paces away. “So fucking
rough!”

He turned her to face him, her hair in his tightened fist. “You
fucking like it, bitch. Tell me.”

Her sneer became a fuck-off grimacing grin, her bared teeth gleaming
through her licked-wet lips. “Fuck you. Fucking make me, assfuck.”

He felt a sudden surge of anger rip through him but his cock remained
intact in its denim prison. He yanked her head to the bed then flipped
her over on her chest, pressing her face into the mattress. The bed
was rickety and the headboard hit the wall whenever they moved.

“Fucking say it,” he said through gritted teeth. He felt her try and
turn her head so she could get her mouth exposed in order to speak; he
kept his hand fisted tight, forcing her face down further. He heard
her grunting, felt her panic as she grabbed at him with frantic hands.
After a few more amusing seconds he turned her head. She gasped and
heaved, sucking at the suddenly available oxygen to which he allowed
her access. Her mouth was a gaping air-hole; she bared her lips back
and showed him her animalistic rage. “FUCK YEAH I LIKE IT SO FUCKING
DO IT AGAIN.” She leveled her gaze at him over her shoulder, her eyes
dark. “Fucking rape me. Fucking rape my fucking cunt.”

This made his cock twitch; he desperately wanted to get it out but
knew it was way too soon. He turned her back around and pressed, then
with his free hand pulled her panties off her legs, leaving her with
just a skirt and tank.

He could tell she was suffocating again when her hands started
grabbing at him, but this time more frantically. He watched her hands,
those nails, those long fingers. Soon he would let her scratch him. He
turned her around once more and let her suck that air like the greedy
cockwhore bitch she was.

“Fuck you,” she told him, but her eyes gave her away. She loved all of
this and wanted more, wanted anything he desired to give her. Not just
his cock, not just his tongue on her clit, not just the lame shit
people do when they fuck, even though she felt her clit throbbing,
felt her wetness, wanted his cock but also wanted his rage, his
physical control, wanted him to make her his animal prey. She wanted
him to destroy her, make her taste blood even before it was raised to
the surface of flesh – either his or hers.

"You think you're a sick fucking girl?" he growled between his teeth
as he fisted her hair and forced her head up. "You don't know what
sick is." His face was centimeters away from her ear. "I'm going to
fucking show you."

Her stomach dropped but she felt a strange arousal at his promise.
She'd always liked it rough.

His hand still in her hair, he slammed her face down into the ground.
"Don't you dare take a breath."

She nodded, her face stinging from the smack of the wooden floor and
her lungs starting to burn from lack of oxygen. All she could think
was "What have I gotten myself into?" He yanked her head back up just
as she couldn't take it anymore, gasping for the sweet breath of fresh
air, but was met with his hard, aggressive lips instead. He shoved his
tongue into her mouth viciously and she hungrily met him back.

Suddenly, she was pulled up and flipped onto her back, his hands
tearing at her clothes.

"Off," he animalistically growled. She pulled off her top while he
removed her pants, then shoved her back down onto the bed. Not
bothering to take off his own clothes, he undid his zipper and pulled
out his hard cock. She stared at its size in anticipation and
excitement for only a moment before it was forcefully inside her. His
hand in her hair again, pulling, holding her head back as she moaned
and yelled, him relentlessly plunging into her wet, warm pussy.

"FUCK ME HARDER," she screamed, getting close to orgasm.

He stopped, and smacked her across the face hard enough to make it
red. "You do NOT tell me what to do. I tell you what to do."

She stared at him, shocked, her hand lightly touching her raw cheek.
She could only nod.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that."

Her stomach clenched. 'What does he mean?' she thought nervously with
an undertone of excitement still coursing through her at the thought.
'Tie me down and fuck me raw? Rape my ass?'

"Do as I say. Get on your fucking knees in front of me and suck me off."

She got off the bed and crawled over to his hard cock jutting out of
his pants, and was about to place it in her mouth, when he grabbed her
hair again and yanked her head back before she could.

"Don't fucking ignore me when I talk to you."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Make it up to me."

"Yes, master." She looked up at him as she licked his tip and then
sucked his whole cock into her mouth. He released pent-up air through
his teeth at the pleasure, tightening his grip on her hair and forcing
her to suck him faster. "Make me cum down your throat, you worthless
little whore." His words excited her and fueled her to suck him
faster, harder, until she felt his hot cum shoot into her mouth as he
yelled "FUCK!" She swallowed his load and looked back up at him.

"Did I do good, master?" she asked sweetly.

"Very," he said through heavy breathing. "Stay on your knees and take
my pants off like a good little girl."

She slowly slid his pants and boxers to the floor as commanded, his
hand never leaving her hair.

"Stand up." He jerked her hair and she came up off the ground, wincing
slightly at the pain in her scalp, and stood face to face with him.

"Open up that pretty little mouth." Reluctantly, she obeyed, wondering
why he wanted her to do that, when he spit into her mouth. She was
wide eyed and surprised, but knew better than to do anything until he
told her to. He leaned and kissed her roughly, adding more of his spit
into her mouth. "Swallow it like you swallowed my cum." She hesitantly
did, almost gagging.

"You're good at being a disgusting little whore."

"Thank you, master," she murmured.

"But you can be better. Suck my cock again and do it right this time."

She was confused; do it right? Hadn't making him cum been right?

"Master, what do you mean?" she asked uneasily.

"You stick this cock so far down your throat you choke and fucking
puke on it," he growled.

‘That's disgusting,’ she immediately thought. ‘But who knows what
he'll do to me if I don't do this....’ She felt like this was starting
to get out of hand. Where would he stop?

"Do it," he growled louder and more menacingly.

She got back down on her knees and slowly started licking him again,
building up the courage to do what he wanted.

"Don't fuck around, I wanna feel that hot vomit all over my dick," she
heard him say.

'Sick,' she thought, but wrapped her lips around his cock and slid it
into her mouth. She felt his tip touch the back of her throat and she
gagged slightly, but his hands grabbed the back of her head and pushed
it towards him, pushing his dick farther into her mouth and making her
gag more. She could feel bile rising in her throat from the gagging
reflex; she knew he would have his disgusting wish soon. One more
thrust from him was all it took; a huge pool of vomit containing his
semen and spit burst out of her mouth all onto his hard, waiting cock,
dripping down into a puddle on the floor and strings of it hanging
from her mouth. He moaned, his hands leaving her hair to jerk his
cock, using the vomit as lube. She felt another wave of sick coming
and puked onto the floor, feeling like absolute shit.

"That was much fucking better, bitch," he said, sneering down at her
being sick on the ground.

'Kill me now,' she thought, as she often did.

"Aw, poor little girl, she's sick. Do you need put out of your
misery?" he sarcastically cooed.

'Is he a fucking mind reader? God, this isn't even fun anymore, I just
want to go home,' she thought miserably.

"Answer me." He grabbed her face by her cheeks and pulled her off the ground.

"N-no, master," she whispered.

Smirking, he eyed the vomit still dripping down her chin. "Messy,
aren't we?" He leaned in and slid his tongue all around her chin,
licking up the leftover vomit from her sick spill. "All better," he
said when he finished. She limply stood there, eyes staring straight
ahead, really regretting this decision and wishing she were somewhere
else.

"Aren't you having fun?" he hissed in her ear, mocking her. "This was
what you wanted. You told me you're a sick bitch and you like it
kinky. you fucking deserve this." He took a step back and spit right
in her face. "Now turn around, get on your knees, and take what you
have coming to you."

Shaking, and genuinely scared, she did as she was told, and braced
herself for whatever was going to happen. She felt a light stroking on
her right buttcheek, followed by a hard slap that made her wince. "Get
that ass up in the air for me, baby," he commanded. She arched her
back, raising her ass high for him. He continued to slap it and spank
it until there were multiple handprints in her now fire-red skin. She
bit her lip and took it like she knew she should. She felt his hands
grab both of her asscheeks and squeeze hard, separating them to see
her asshole. He spit multiple times to get her nice and wet, then took
his fingers and rubbed it all around her asshole, penetrating with his
fingers. She moaned slightly, surprising herself. 'This isn't so bad,'
she thought, enjoying his fingers now roughly fucking her ass. She
moaned louder, pushing her ass back to get his fingers deeper.

"Oh, you like that, yeah?" he growled, inserting a third finger,
stretching her, preparing her for what was coming.

She nodded, groaning, arching her back further.

"I've got something you'll like even more." He pulled out his fingers
and spat on her asshole again. "But first, why don't you just help me
clean off my fingers?" She turned her head and hungrily licked and
sucked on his fingers, tasting her own ass and his spit. When she was
done, he slapped her ass again with one hand and grabbed her hair with
the other, and shoved her face into the bed. "Keep that ass up, baby,"
he murmured as he aligned his cock with her ass, then shoved it in,
all the way, as hard as he fucking could. She screamed into the bed
and tried to pull away, but he was having none of that. He put his
body on top of hers to keep her down and keep her still, her head
still in the bed to keep her quiet, and pumped repeatedly into her
tight little ass. He couldn't tell which got him off more: the feel of
her constricting ass around his hard cock as he fucked her
mercilessly, or the thrashing, fighting, screaming, and crying that
was coming from his lovely little victim.

"If you can stay quiet for 30 seconds, I'll give your ass a break.
Think you can handle that?" he asked her, laughing to himself.

'This hurts so fucking much,' she thought, trying desperately not to
make a sound, to even breathe. 'Please stop, please stop, please
stop... I can't take it...'

Thirty seconds later, after not making a sound, she felt him keep his
promise and slide out of her ass.

"Oh, don't even tell me this was the first time you took a cock up the
ass," he said in a disappointed voice, staring at the blood leaking
out of her hole. She nodded.

"You think you're kinky and you've never had anal? What a dumb fucking
bitch," he laughed and slapped her ass again. He leaned down and
started eating out her ass, licking up all her leakage. He kept it in
his mouth until he pulled her head up by her hair and spat it back in
her face. She winced, and with a disgusted groan wiped her face off on
the sheets. When she looked up again she was looking right at his
cock, with some of her blood still on it. She raised her eyes to see
him holding a pocket knife.

"Ready for some more fun?" He had a malicious grin on his face as he
took a step toward her and wrapped his hand around her throat. He got
on top of her and used his legs to pin down her legs, keeping his hand
on her throat but hardly applying any pressure. Yet. She didn't bother
to fight back too much at this point- she knew it was a losing battle.
Maybe she'd known it from the start and that's why she let it happen.
'Who the fuck knows,' she thought miserably. He used his knife to
trace the edges of her collarbone, not cutting yet. The knife traveled
down her chest, between her breasts, down to her stomach, where it
stopped. He brought the knife up slowly then plunged it back down,
penetrating her stomach. She screamed, as blood started to ooze from
the wound.

"Shut up," he growled. "That's nothing." He swiftly got up off of her
and rolled her over, as she tried to nurse her wound. He forced her
face down, spread-eagle, and positioned himself behind her, thrusting
his hard cock into her, excited by his bloodlust. His knife still in
his hand, he pulled her up by her hair one last time, all the while
still pumping relentlessly, forced her head back to expose her throat.
He bit down hard on the side of her neck, and she screamed again,
tears running down her face, bleeding from her stomach and now her
neck, trickling down her body.

"You're going to give me my best orgasm yet," he said between clenched
teeth, right at her ear. Fucking her faster now, the sight of blood
turning him into a dominating animal, going in for the kill. He
brought his knife up in one fluid motion and sliced it across her
throat, cutting deep, feeling her hot blood spurt out onto his hand,
hearing her gargling, choking cries- he felt his orgasm shake through
his body, out of his dick, and into the dying, bleeding woman before
him.

But he wasn't done yet. Never again would he have an opportunity like
this. He flung the half-dead girl onto her back, like a ragdoll. He
played with her throat, shoving his fingers in, feeling her hot blood,
prying the wound apart. Unable to control his insane sexual arousal
and bloodlust, he took his cock and shoved it in her wound, moaning at
how good her blood and muscles felt, ripping through tendons and veins
with his sheer force and rock-hard cock. Long after her pulse had
stopped, he continued to fuck her- her throat wound, her stomach
wound, her pussy, her ass -- he fucked her corpse until he could
literally not move. When he was done he laid next to her, stroking her
blood-soaked breasts, running his hand down her now cold body. He
liked her better like this, much better.