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
-Kiz
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