"All mother fucking four of them!?" she mocked his earlier exclamation as she laughed to herself and observed the windowless wreck that was her Denali.
A giggle slipped out of her mouth that morphed into full on body shaking hysterical laughter that had her doubling over. She was three sheets to the wind. And very amused.
'At least he left me the windshield.'
This guy entertained her, almost made her wish she didn't have to get rid of him. She would have some fun first of course, but after he'd just be a pretty corpse for the coyotes dinner.
Once she was finished laughing at her own parroting antics she used her clutch to swipe the glass off her driver seat and climbed in with a dopey smile plastered on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed and smiled this much. Her hazy brain told her it was the whiskey. But the cold stone in her chest was doing some mocking of its own as she pulled out of the lot and made the short drive up to the cottage.
Mac watched from his hiding place as she made fun of him. Rage balled his hands into tight fists. She wasn't supposed to find it funny, she was supposed to be pissed. Or even better, scared.
'Laugh while ya still can ya stupid bitch.'
He focused on her ass as she bent over laughing before he snorted another line and drew a spider in the dirt. He couldn't wait to bite a chunk out of the apple shaped flesh almost exposed to him as the black material rode up the back of her thighs. If it weren't for Walter's truck still parked in the lot he'd fuck her right there in the glass and dirt next to her car.
As soon as her suv exited the lot Mac emerged from behind the boulder and jogged toward the house up on the hill. All the lights were on, allowing him to watch from a distance as she stumbled around the house and got ready for bed.
He was glad she was drunk. Her intoxication would make his intentions all the easier to carry out. She was pretty fast and vicious when coordinated. After the rest of the house went dark her bedroom was illuminated to his pleasure. He crept closer as she slipped her shoes and dress off to reveal the red lace matching bra and panty set he'd gotten a glimpse of while she humiliated him earlier.
The memory sent waves of anger mixed with arousal through him and sent his heart hammering against his rib cage. Just as he started to palm himself through his jumpsuit she turned out the light and hid herself in darkness before removing the rest of her clothing. 'Fuckin' little tease!' He waited until he heard her flop gracelessly into bed before he moved to the open window.
A low breathy moan assaulting his ears stopped his hand that held a knife in mid air. He pressed his face closer to the screen and could just make out her form on the bed from the mixture of light coming from the bedside digital clock and the half full moon outside. She was splayed out on the mattress, one hand kneading her right breast as the other traveled down her body to the junction between her thighs. His sharp intake of breath mirrored hers as she slipped two fingers inside herself.
He felt a war raging inside himself. On one hand he wanted to tear open the screen and fuck her until she was screaming in agony, pleading for him to stop. On the other, a rush of deviant excitement ran through him at watching her, he was almost entranced. Mac decided to meet himself half way as he yanked the zipper of his coveralls down and pulled his weapon of choice out. He could rape her later after she fell asleep.
While Kristy clumsily got ready to pass out for the night she couldn't help thinking about the bastard who had taken her last oasis of air conditioning away. He was grimy, disgusting, and most likely illiterate besides the entire off putting addict aspect.
Which was why she hated herself for the tingling heat that spread through her as she recalled the feeling of his erection digging into her when he pinned her against the bar. She hated the liquid that pooled in her panties as she remembered the promise of pain in his crystal orbs and the heart pounding sensation he created when he wrapped his tainted hand around her neck.
By the time she made it into bed naked with his low promise of "I'll be seein' you" ringing through her head she was soaked. It was dirty and wrong and she loved it. She didn't even remember his name. Zack? Mark? Something like that.
It didn't really matter as she started to touch herself and imagine the filthy fucker ramming her hard. She let a moan slip out as she dug her fingernails into her nipple painfully and pictured his decaying teeth replacing them before she ran her other hand down to violently thrust her fingers inside herself.
Mac ran his thumb over the weeping head of his dick as he continued to watch the assault she doled out on her own pussy. 'Bitch must like it rough' He smirked, thinking about just how much more brutal he was going to make it with this newfound information. Spitting into his hand he worked up and down his length with a vicious pace to match hers.
He let out a quiet growl as he watched her remove her hand and smack her cunt sharply before pinching her clit. The wet sound it created had him throbbing. Mac wanted to taste her juices mix with her blood. He imagined biting into her sensitive flesh and mixing the copper tang with her musky sweetness on his tongue as he continued to stroke himself. His eyes shot open when he realized he could have half that delicious mix right now, grabbing her stolen panties from his pocket.
Squeezing himself harder he pressed them against his face and inhaled her scent just as he had earlier before stuffing the crotch into his mouth to suck on. The taste was faint but still there. More pre-come leaked from his slit as he stood at her window with her panties hanging from his mouth, jerking his dick furiously.
Suddenly she stood from the bed, ripping open the closet to snatch a belt from where it hung. Mac barely made it below the window sill before she turned around, facing his window to make her way back to the bed. After she laid down he peeked over the sill to find her slipping the strap around her neck and through the buckle, wrapping the extra length around her hand before clenching it into a fist. Tightening the belt until he could see the leather digging into her skin, turning it white.
A muffled "Fuck" slipped through his panty clenching teeth as he watched her return her fingers to her cunt and tighten the belt more until her entire face started to turn pink. Her desperate gasps for air sent thick ropes of cum flying from his balls up his shaft. Pushing him over the edge before he could stop himself and prolong the depraved act.
While intense pleasure radiated through him he watched as her hips lifted up off the bed and her entire body tensed while her face began to turn dark shade of red. Even after her body returned to the mattress she didn't loosen her grip on the belt. Mac watched through post-orgasm induced hooded eyes as she slowly slipped from consciousness. No longer having to worry about her hearing him he panted heavily, catching his breath as he rested against the side of the house on weak legs.
"Kinky little bitch." he murmured while he tucked himself back inside his coveralls along with her panties and zipped up.
A few seconds later Mac peered back inside noticing that though her grip on the belt had gone slack with her fading consciousness. The belt had not loosened from its angry hold around her neck with the strap caught in the buckle. She was blue. Not breathing.
"Fuck!" he yelled in annoyance while a disturbing bolt of panic shot through him. He used his previously discarded knife to rip the screen open, hoisting himself through the window. Knife still in hand he climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips.
First he tried tugging the strap loose but it wasn't budging and she was bordering on purple. Mac slipped the knife in between the belt and her skin, slicing through the leather and nicking her neck in the process. He had expected her to suck in a lung full of air as soon as it was free. But nothing happened.
He swore again and tried to remember how he saw Pamela Anderson revive someone on Baywatch when he was a kid. Wishing for once he'd paid more attention to that instead of her tits crammed into red spandex. Mac filled his mouth with air and plugged her nose before lowering his mouth to hers and blowing it inside. He thought he remembered pressing on the chest came next. But he had no idea how many times or how hard so he just went to town on the spot in between her breasts until all the air he'd just put in her came out. He repeated his desperate actions three more times before she gasped for air herself and started coming back to the world.
Panic and fear seized Mac as her eyelids started to flutter. He jumped back and fell off the bed before scrambling to hurl himself out the window like he was fifteen and her dad was coming in to check on her. With a thud he hit the ground running and booked it toward the Luna Mesa.