The lights turned off. It was pitch black. I could still see her in the darkness. I saw her white skin shivering as she retreated in fear.
"Th-the power…the power went out?" She moved back to the headboard and grabbed a pillow, and held it close to her chest. She was trying to create a barrier between herself and me. It was hilarious. She looked like a frightened child. After a moment, the lights flickered and came back on.
When the room was alit, she glared at me. "My security team checks on me every 15 minutes! Once they get in here, you're so fucking screwed."
"15-minutes, huh? Well, I think that'll be enough time to tear you limb from limb."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh? Wouldn't I? Do you think I'm afraid of your so-called security team? I'm not. Even if they burst in here, I'd do to them the same thing I'm going to do to you."
"A-and what's that?"
"I'm going to hurt you."
I didn't waste any more words. I reached for her foot and she immediately tucked it underneath her butt. "G-get away from me, you freak! Help! HELP ME!"
Her voice was loud enough to shake the walls. The sound of her shriek rattled my eardrums a bit.
I had to shut her up. It was annoying.
I launched myself onto the bed and on top of her.
"Quiet!" I backhanded her once.
Slap!
A nice red handprint appeared on her face. I smiled at my handy work (excuse the pun).
Her eyes were as wide as saucers as the sensation of being bitch-slapped permeated her privileged mind.
"You…you son of a bitch! No one has ever…! FUCK YOU!"
She took a swing at me, despite knowing how things would end.
If I'm being honest, I kinda preferred it this way, as opposed to that meek and fearful character she was pretending to be. It was all a game to her. She wanted to play on my sympathies. But once I slapped her, her façade crumbled. She showed her true colors, and it only made breaking her even more delicious.
She launched towards me, falling on top of me as I fell back. Her eyes were filled with murder as she started swinging her fists.
"I'll kill you!"
Her pretty face was distorted by the single focus of wanting to cause me damage. She didn't notice or didn't care that she was totally naked. As her hips rotated and her arms came crashing down, her ample bosom bounced all over the place. It was quite a sight to behold.
Unfortunately for her, I didn't take her blows. I caught both of her wrists as she tried to make me pay for slapping the crap out of her.
"L-let go! I'll kill you! Do you hear me? You're fucking dead!"
I rolled my eyes. Who in their right mind would release her after hearing a threat like that? She's such a moron.
Without much effort, I flipped her off of me.
"Ouch!"
Unceremoniously, she crashed onto the cold hard floor. I pounced on her. She was kicking and screaming bloody murder but I didn't care. Her rage paled in comparison with the rage inside of me. It was like trying to compare a lighter to a bonfire.
Smack!
I slapped her again.
Smack!
I brought my hand around once more and hit her again.
Smack!
Again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Over and over again, I slapped her like the helpless little bitch she was. She could do nothing but take my relentless barrage as her cheeks swelled.
Soon, she stopped fighting. "Please stop. Please! You win, okay? I get it! Fuck!"
I smiled. "You don't get anything yet."
All this fighting had alit a fire inside of me that I was certain was a little Kokopelli and a whole lot of Kyah Open-Cloud.
Seeing one of my greatest enemies hurt and helpless beneath me made the little freak inside of me grow bolder.
I took a handful of her hair and lifted her off the ground.
"Ow! Fuck! Stop it! You're going to pull my hair out!" I threw her on the bed, not giving a crap about her complaints. She fell on the bed and turned to me with hatred in her eyes.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know. You're going to kill me…blah, blah, blah." I reached for my pants and slowly undid the buckle. "But before you get the chance, you're going to become my little bitch."
"I hate you. Do you know that? I hate everything about you. I hate your fucking face. I hate your fucking hair. I hate your fucking body. You disgust me! When I get the chance I'm going to get rid of you and your entire fucking family!"
Her eyes were bloodshot. Her face was swollen. Her hair was a mess. She looked pretty deranged. But I didn't care. I removed my pants and panties and stood there, bottomless as she stared daggers into me.
"Too bad for you, but you're never going to get the chance. You're going to die here, tonight. Tomorrow, you won't even exist." My words caused her to shiver. I stepped on the bed, looking down at her from an impressive height.
She moved back until her back was pressed against the headboard. "Y-you wouldn't dare!"
"Wouldn't I? I was already nice to you the other night in the woods. I went easy on you. I let you live. But you disregarded my kindness and sent your goons to hurt me. I won't make that mistake again. I said I would kill you. So, that's what I'm going to do. You won't survive."
"T-the woods? How…?" She was looking at my vagina. Obvious confusion shined in her eyes.
I smirked. "Oh? You want to know how I did it? Watch closely." This time, I didn't need to use my hand. A tiny red glow appeared above my mound, and when it disappeared, a monstrous cock grew in its place.
"What do you think? Like my little trick?"
She was trembling so hard the entire bed was shaking. I walked towards her, my impressive meat swinging with every step I took.
"You…how…? Wh-wh-what are you?!"
I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her head back until she was forced to look up at me.
"I'm your worst nightmare, you little bitch! Now open wide."
I overfilled her tiny mouth with my large cock, burying my meat down her throat until my balls touched her chin. She was mine. I was going to take her and control her. I was going to relieve this pent up sexual energy and empty my load inside of her.
"That's it, you little whore. You know how to take a cock. Now swallow me up nice and good, bitch!"
For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the constant creaking of her bed frame, the sounds of my hips slapping against her face, my panting, her muffled cries, and her hands slapping against my legs as she fought to breathe.
"That's it! That's it! Fight back. Don't go out like a little weakling! Fight for all that you're worth. I want one of the last things you think about to be the fact that you gave it your all but you were nothing in comparison to me! I want the last thing that you taste to be this fat cock and the hot load I'm going to shoot down your throat!"
I buried my hips into her face, pressing her nose closed at the same time. She couldn't breathe around my cock, and now, she couldn't even breathe through her nose. She was going to drown with my cock inside of her.
Her eyes were panicked when she realized what I was planning. She kicked. She scratched. She punched. She tried to bite. None of it mattered. She was mine, and soon, she would be dead.
"Yeah…that's it. Now taste all of this load…and DIE!"
I came so hard that I felt like my soul was being drained. I emptied my load inside of her as she struggled to remain conscious. Her legs started shaking, and not from fighting me. She was shaking from lack of oxygen.
I didn't back off. I told her that she'd die, and that was what I meant. I laughed. I'd used my cock to suffocate her. What a fitting end to such a wretched demon.
Soon she stopped struggling, as her eyes turned lifeless, and her hands fell onto the bed. I held my stance for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling of ending my enemy. Then I pulled out, leaving a messy trail of cum and saliva over her face.
I stepped off the bed and looked at her.
Celeste VanWalters. 18-years old. Wealthy heiress to the VanWalters fortune had just been choked to death by a big fat Futa cock! I wish the newspapers could get a whiff of this story. What a page-turner!
I knelt down and grabbed her clothing I'd taken off of her and used it to wipe my cock clean. Then I threw the messy shirt on her deceased body.
"Serves you right, you little bitch."
I turned around and grabbed the chair from the vanity, and moved it to the end of her bed. There, I sat down and watched her.
"Okay. That's long enough." I waved my hand, and a red light emerged.
Cough! Cough! Wheeze!
The sounds of her coughing and wheezing filled the room. Soon she bent over and emptied her stomach on the floor.
…
Gross.
She saw her shirt lying atop her and used it to wipe her mouth clean.
She glared at me, and through her bloodshot and tear-soaked eyes, she said, "You bitch! You almost killed me!"
I stood up and walked towards her. "Not almost. I did. You were dead."
She looked at me. Her mouth moved but no words came out.
"This is what we're going to do. You're going to satisfy me. But if you can't, I'm going to kill you again. Okay?"
I didn't wait for her response. I pulled her legs from beneath her yanked her to the end of the bed. I put her legs on my shoulders and dove straight in.
"Sweet fuck!" Her scream could shatter a person's eardrums.
"Let's start round 2, you little cum-dumpster!"