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.