For Anon
What was that pinging noise?
She pulled out the popcorn from the microwave, the unbuttered kind of course. Back in the living room, she placed the silver bowl near her e-cigarette, which was next to a pack of real cigarettes, not noticing that one of the fluffy kernels fell out and onto the floor. It felt like she had everything to celebrate a good night. Alexa just wanted to chill out while turning her brain to mush so she didn't have to dwell on the big or small stuff. While trying to settle in, her eyeline annoyingly caught something, which made her attempt to hike up her shorts, nearly tearing the material and her boney butt off the seat, frustrated seeing the off-white lines with no patterns in her already pale thighs, a mix of shame and regret as she swiped underneath her nose.
She sighed. Thankfully, only her and her stupid brainworms ever noticed it.
What was that pinging noise?
Alexa got up, thinking for sure it wasn't what she was thinking of. The cabin didn't have a neighbor to explain it. Had she... no.
Then what?
Hand on the front door, she could feel the noise radiate through the handle. It felt like she knew the answer already, but needed to see it anyway.
Swinging it open and then pushing on the mosquito netted outside door, Alexa stepped out.
It wasn't long before she was quickly filled with eternal dread. A sinking pit in her stomach that went all the way to hell.
Parked at 1:35, she had swerved in her car near the front of the stoop for her parking job, a wheel nestled between two stepping stone logs that lead up to the normally cozy getaway home. The front of her car pointed towards the treeline, and a far off lake. The back of her car pointed towards her, as she could see perfectly into her backseat; the light turned on, the backdoor ajar and that emergency noise growing louder in her head, even as it stayed the same volume.
Skinny as a pole and almost as tall as one, Alexa was an extremely frail looking girl and almost entirely legs. Alexa also had some of the biggest saucer dinner plates for eyes you could find, which was made even more obvious in how they stayed unblinking for the entirety of her silent standing. She looked like the typical fodder in one of the movies she was gonna watch that night, except for the lack of a busty chest - but more and more horror movie cliches began to eat away at her, and Alexa wanted to cover her ears despite the fact that it wouldn't help the images of a myriad of kitchen knives flying into her from every angle. She was gonna be next if she didn't do something!
She sealed herself in darkness with a slam, the atmosphere of the outside silencing - but every noise inside got just a hairpin louder. So much so it felt like she was manually breathing. The pleather adjusted underneath her as she reeled back from her family's cabin, the tinted window making her home seem even creepier at night, as the realisation of what was happening grew more and more. She hit the lock on the arm rest and felt a comfort as each of her sides were taken care of.
She pat down her sides.
No keys.
Stupid shorts.
She wanted to leave.
She wished she could leave.
'No it was just a faulty door. It was just a faulty door!'
Even she wasn't stupid enough to believe that.
A pulsing flash of memory nearly made her howl in tears, as she remembered placing her phone and keys right next to her bedstand.
Hands on 10 and 2, she squeezed. Alexa threw her neck back into the headrest, steeling herself. 'Just go in. Get them. Just go in, and get them. Act casual and like nobodies even there.'
Her fingers bent against the plastic handle, her temple up against the glass, her eyes fluttering for any kind of movement in all the shadows underneath the overhanging roof or the surrounding empty spaces that existed between the pine trees. She shut her eyes one last time, hoping to get her nightvision back. Opening the car door felt like an event as she got out again, as every sound from the rustling branches to that rippling from the lake rushed back to meet her. Alexa carved her arm around the glass, leaning against it.
Reminding herself to keep her steps firm but not to overly clomp them, the steps back up to the front door creaked, no matter how she put her weight on it.
Her big eyes cast long over the living room and the native american inspired quilts that were strewn over the furniture, trying to find places that even a midget could hide.
Hey, she had seen the Chucky and Leprechaun movies.
The HDTV had turned blank, the system on standby. It was kind of freaky seeing just this broken apart silhouette of herself inside the black rectangle, the only stray movement she had seen so far. The normally comforting 'home away from home' interior was now a nightmare. Alexa moved on, each step counted in her mind and trying to make each one count. She cringed moving from the carpet to the wood floors, but made it clear she wasn't phased. This was normal. She did this all the time.
Scrambling for the light in her parents room nearly broke the facade that she was in control.
"Hup!" Alexa leapt over the sheets, sliding to the other side of the bed before collecting up her keys. In a balled clasp, she whispered insults at them. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid keys!"
Okay. She had them, and no sight or sound of anybody else.
Alexa sniffed before standing again. She felt like a stupid kid again, as the bedroom light only projected so far, reminding her of the imagined boogeymen that would snatch her up when she would go to the bathroom late at night - except it was very real now.
Alexa's sturdy stride broke, her pace picking up like she was home free.
A blob of blurred motion stepped into her tight field of view of the hallway. The keys jingled into a double thump as they hit the ceiling and then the floor. It started as an exhale of shock, before quickly turning into a high pitched squeal out of pure fright in the face of death, girlishly spazzing out to the floor like the soul was ripped right out of her, not even thinking about what might happen next. Alexa fainted into a fetal position without getting a good look at the home invader, not thinking for a second she would ever get the chance to tell the tale.
Everything felt fine.
Everything was fine.
It was just a horrible dream.
She would remind herself later not to watch horror movies by herself.
Alexa stirred with a croak, before snapping up.
No. Oh no!
There was someone... or some-thing... standing at the edge of her parent's bed...
Faceless and in a leather jacket partway open showing off a hint of a grey tanktop peeking through, the hockey mask she wore was a dirty bronze color. 'PLEASE STOP ME' was written in messy dried blood. The red letters 'P', 'E', 'A', drained into the right eye hole of darkness, as Alexa couldn't make out the whites of her eyes - wondering if she even had them.
Alexa was a bit obsessed with height - so she could tell the stranger was 5'6, yet Alexa didn't question the intimidating aura of the stoutly built girl who was shorter than the room cabinet. At 6'2 herself, she hated that she not only feared the masked girl, but was beyond jealous of her size.
Her wild mess of chestnut brown hair that stuck out in wide swathing layers from both sides of the mask, ranged from long and silky smooth draping waterfalls of hair to clumps of knotted fur pelts. It made her look both simultaneously like a supermodel and an unkempt homeless person in need of a bath. Still, even Alexa was a little jealous of the lunatic's volume compared to her thin and wispy angel colored strands, though it at least went past her shoulders.
*SHNK*
*SHNK*
*SHNK*
A bowie knife that gleamed held firmly at thigh level, the masked girl seemed to be trying to rile her up by scraping the back of her blade against her tough looking denim, a thumb ran through the belt loop in her offhand. It made Alexa wish she was wearing some long pants, as the skin between Alexa's legs was like if a thresher had passed through them, or like she had a chicken for a pet with razor claws that she let loose on her otherwise perfectly pale white skin - it basically was inviting her to open her up even further, which was not what Alexa wanted.
Alexa went from looking up to her to standing well above her, but Alexa wasn't thinking too hard about fighting back nor facing the reality of someone with a knife. She just wanted to run and hide like when she was a child when things escalated out of hand. "EW GET AWAY, GET AWAAAAAAAAAH PLEASE!" She flittered her hands girlishly, putting on a pathetic display while trying to avoid the deranged girl like she were made of fire.
Alexa was caught easily, huffed up over her shoulder. She kicked and flailed as she was planted with ease back onto the bed, now with the shorter girl atop her. The backs of Alexa's heels swished and swiped, unable to kick or do anything as she put her full weight into it ontop of her chest. What was she supposed to do? She had never been in a fight in her life - and now she was supposed to face down somebody with a knife? A lump formed in her throat as she realised there'd be no escape for her due to her cowardice while she watched her future murderer swipe the blade horizontally a few inches above her nose.
"W-w-who are you?" Alexa's wilted voice came out in a stammer, getting no response. She tried to bury herself under a cascade of her golden hair. "M-m-my parents can give you money... whatever you want..." Alexa's words betrayed her, not believing for a second that her stalker was interested in monetary compensation.
'please don't hurt me-please don't hurt me-please don't hurt'
"Oooh that's gooood - a real classic." She might have sounded like a normal girl if not for a ventilated effect over her voice that seemed otherworldly. "We met at that party... remembeeeerrrr?" She sneered through the mask.
Alexa froze up, as she attempted to analyze snapshots of people from the university party she left in a hurry, feeling like she was out of place and that she didn't know anyone.
Alexa then remembered... bumping into someone...
Someone she didn't see the face of.
The only interaction she had there.
"You remind me... kheheehe..." Her quiet snicker trailed off into her shoulder, before her wet throat swallowed up the hiss. There was a slow tilt of her mask at an odd, inhuman angle, refocusing her full attention back on Alexa. "Of a frail... and injured... BIRD." The jumpstart in her voice made Alexa jump back. "You will die tonight, little birdie." She thrusted the point, and Alexa dared not move for fear of poking her own eye out. "Does knowing make it better? HUH!?" She then anchored back, sitting on Alexa's sternum with her narrow shoulders thrown back, her large chest protruding forward with a sexual energy. Alexa almost wished she could see the natural cleft her heavy stack formed, as she could only see the undersides of her twin mountains. "Or should I have kept you in the dark like a caged bird with a blanket over it's gilded surroundings?"
She planted the blade against her pencil thin neckline, and those cute lines that appeared as Alexa strained her throat made her want to do it more; the sheer terror on Alexa's face turning her on. "No, no, please, ple-e-eaaaase..." Alexa grimaced, her words nearly so silent she basically mouthed them through a wheeze of tears that ran in tandem streaks down her cheeks.
"I'm going to give you something REAL to cry about..." A sadistic cackle followed. "You wouldn't mind if I re-opened some old wounds now, would ya?" She dangled the knife like a vertical pendulum from her chin to her forehead
"NO-don't!" She then quickly clarified with a wag of her head, her eyes never leaving the figure atop her. The blade grazed softly with sharp flick against her skin that made her wince every time, thinking it was the moment she would be cut, quickly reassured with no pain or blood as the blade moved somewhere else on her. Her nose crinkled, her face soured. Alexa turtled herself away with her head burrowed back, her goosebumps running against the cold of the metal.
The masked girl couldn't wait any longer. She had to see it. She had to make her fantasy a reality.
The image that corroded her sick brain was one of Alexa sunken in several feet into her bed, her angelic hair and features soaked in dark liquid that pooled, her arms and legs sticking out of it like limp noodles, her wrists open, with a dead eyed expression as a lightning bolt of blood trickled down her forehead before running off her prim little nose in drips to the faux tub.
She poked, wobbling her unfirm arm flesh for a second, before bringing it back, then pressing down on it again. It broke ground like oil being struck. Alexa pleaded. "Nu-nuh-nonononono-" The tip of the knife scrawled against her pearly white skin, perforating it in an indecisive line down the side of her arm. Hot quick pain that numbed every surface inch of the incision cut that was made. "Aaaaah! Aah-ah-haaaaaaah!" Her voice leapt from her throat, going from hushed to a quick shuddering squeal. She attempted to sprawl out in a writhe, but the masked girl kept her in place underneath her, as she felt further scarring.
Alexa forced herself to blink.
"Been so long since I've had somebody this nice to sketch on, hyu~hyu~hyu~." Squeaky and squirrelly, it was totally unlike how she had been talking just a moment ago. Alexa nearly passed out seeing a long line of blood that only got worse. Yes, she was a cutter, but seeing her own blood never freaked her out before because she was ALWAYS in control. She dictated how deep the edges could go - now she imagined it breaching deeper and deeper, her teeth grit imagining her hitting the bone, and she nearly started crying as she imagined her twisting out from the deep and penetrating stab wound - but as the length of it overwrote the last centimeter of open wound, she stopped freaking out. Alexa's face drained into an unhealthy pallor as she watched blood surface then seep over her lily white skin - despite the sickliness, she now watched it without flinching... much. Feeling that familiar rawness that had gotten her addicted to it in the first place.
The masked girl started to notice that Alexa was a lot quieter than before. In fact, she was sticking out her chin and looking down her nose just to get a better angle. Her nipples were even erect, protruding through the material.
That annoyed her.
"You're gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiie-" She growled harshly at Alexa, the mask swooping in from the left side, their two squishy eyeballs nearly making a connection together, nose to plastic nose. Alexa tried to adjust her head in a way that she could see into the eyeholes of the mask, but they just appeared like... little black oil slicks, reflective, but that was it. "Little birdie." Her voice then returned to normal, with a mocking lilt.
The handle of the blade danced in her hand as if she were going to start juggling it at any moment. "But why don't we have fun before that time?" The masked girl then reared back, as high as she could get it. Alexa closed her eyes, accepting her fate; expecting the plunge into her chest any minute.
*THUNK*
Alexa opened her eyes, thankful to only see it embedded in the wooden headboard above. "Okay, no more knife play little birdie." That would have been relieving to Alexa, until her hands cinched around her neck.
It almost didn't hurt at first - but then the pressure kept building and building.
Her muscular arms triangled around the point that was her frail neck, which bunched up her 34FF breasts and made what was already a large pair of look even bigger. As she squeezed, they squeezed. Her hands and fingers were slender yet strong, especially when they were tightly packed around the rail thin girl's neck, interlocking back together. Alexa attempted to struggle out of it, but each time she did, she was throttled down for her effort. The box springs bounced as each choke was delivered with a pulsing downward motion with the rhythm of a heartbeat
Alexa's steady gasps silenced. Her gurgles stopped. "uhlllll-" The only sound left in the room was her future killer's methodical breathing, clear, elongated and deep into her chest, like each breath was better than her last - which was funny, because Alexa's last breath was coming up soon.
"I'm gonna squeeeeeeze the life out of you, little birdie!" The masked woman spoke through her nostrils, her voice ragged.
When Alexa started to see blackness on the edges of her vision, she was suddenly given freedom. "WUUUUH!" It all came back in a rush.
While Alexa was recovering her breath in pants, her button up blouse with the exposed midriff was torn and popped apart. Her hair octopussed over her shoulders as she forced her face into her hands, embarrassed to see herself exposed to someone. While she didn't hate her body, she was still conflicted on how she felt about it. Alexa hated eating, so it felt like the reason why her tits ended up small and deflated looking, but from the masked girls perspective, her breasts were small, cone shaped and perfectly grabbable.
The masked girl took them fully into her hands, squeezing down on them, which made Alexa yodel out her discomfort. "AyyyAAAH!" Which was made only worse as her thumbs flicked and pressed into Alexa's translucent pink aerolas.
Alexa was nothing but ribs, and everytime she breathed, her ribcage looked like it wanted to burst through her skin.
The killer wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
The slashergirl walloped a blow into her side, just above the kidney. "AH! Aaaah... aaaa..." The shock of the blow almost had Alexa piss herself.
Alexa tried to act like she wasn't even there; so Alexa held her breath while her skin was still sunk below her ribs, reminding the masked girl just how fragile she was.
She socked her fist into them.
Alexa folded into herself, her skinny elbows hitting together and covering her triangle shaped tits. "Ow-oooh-ow! Whyyy!?"
"Chicken bones."
"Huh!?"
"You snap 'em for good luck."
That was the turkey's wishbone, but Alexa didn't want to correct her, imagining something worse than a punch to the ribcage.
From the random beating, the masked girl moved back, their faces meeting again and a part of Alexa was starting to get used to the idea, even if her brow was furrowed over a sad eyed wince. The masked girl swept some of the hair on her forehead back towards her scalp, as if trying to get a clearer view of her. "You're very pretty... and you're getting me very hard..."
H-h-h-hard?
Alexa hadn't even imagined possibility of her being...
Having a...
Alexa ulped.
She reached into her jeans and wrestled out her penis, which shot over her tight packing of unbuttoned pants and panties with a vitality that made Alexa's already pathetic three inch clit shrivel up inside her body. Her dick was as stiff as the very knife she had wielded. She looked up to the still stuck bowie, then back to the masked girl's member as it throbbed from half to full mast, retracting past the foreskin and the tip looking as big and as red as an apple; somehow looking more dangerous than the stabbing implement...
No, she meant the-
Alexa blushed, which was hard to miss on her face.
Alexa couldn't believe a girl like her could be so hung, but not only that, have it be so lively. Alexa thought about her own little worm, and that's what it may as well have been, considering it barely worked after her treatments. Though she was very... VERY... impressed with what she was seeing, Alexa reminded herself that she was just a psycho who was probably gonna turn her into dogfood at the end of the day.
From her jacket, she pulled out a small remote, her thumb sliding slowly, before landing on the button.
*KER-KLIK*
It sounded like the double click of a squeaky mouse made with cheap parts.
Alexa checked herself from her face to her knees.
Nothing on her exploded or felt different.
What was that device for?
The masked girl grabbed a chunk of her hair, and Alexa had to go along with it for fear of it ripping from her scalp, as she was brought nearly face to face with it, the bridge of her nose resting against the sweathog she wielded. "You want it, don't you? Rheheheh..." She taunted. With her penis protruding boldly over the elastic, the sizeable beast resting above her face, she could feel the way her irises would slide underneath her meaty shaft just to get the full picture. Alexa just tilted her head slightly with a sullen expression, only to have her jaw drop seeing her balls sat constrained and packed together like two tennis balls.
Pulling down on her underwear, they slumped out onto her eyes. There was a shining glisten in her sack, with a sweaty, hot and unwashed look to them, before the light disappeared into the wrinkles and the folds of the heavy sagging skin, which was then dragged down smooth by her heavy looking testicles which swung down the side of Alexa's cheek, the both of them large and made hers look like a pair of raisins in comparison, which made Alexa gulp.
There was a musk - but it was worse than just a strong smell. It was a noxious concoction of unshowered body funk mixed with years of dried up cum that was sweating now even through the pores of her military green boyshorts. Alexa wanted to say it out loud how she stunk. It was on the tip of her tongue.
*KER-KLIK*
She cringed and she tried to catch her in the act of hitting it, but it was gone before Alexa could see it.
A rush of blood to her head made her forget about her drying up wounds that still leaked intermittently.
There was even a tingle in her panties, even if it never worked that well on hormones.
Alexa began to notice the mouthwatering layer of moisture that made her penis seem porous and spongy.
"I want to feel your mouth, Alexa."
"And if I do, you'll... you'll let me go?"
She didn't respond, but Alexa took her silence to be some kind of agreement.
Crawling onto her knees, Alexa stared across her meat bridge which was covered in crackles of visible veins that splintered everywhere. Up from her bare and smooth crotch, her stomach was tight and taut like you could bounce a quarter off it. Alexa, despite being skinny, still was a little squishy in comparison, hating that there was even a little bit of fat that seemed impossible to get rid of thanks to the estrogen.
Alexa already seemed out of breath just staring at it. "Hah...hah...hah..." She had to put that in her mouth?
She stuck her tongue out.
The taste of urine was strong, but she struggled through it, her tongue flicking rapidly against it.
She closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself. 'You can do this, Alexa, you can do-' "URP!" She slipped past her lips and began to fuck her face. Face to groin, the masked girl treated Alexa's head like a fleshlight; ignoring her coughs and sputtery spits. Alexa slapped her hands against her future killer's thighs, looking up fearfully but finding no humanity underneath the judgement of the mask. "ULK-URK-URRRRRRAAGH!" The masked girl reared back her hips before delivering another furious set of thrusts. "RRGH-URGK URGHL-" Alexa's spit rained from her mouth and over her chin in thick globs that were shaken loose and fell onto her bare and cut skin between her legs.
*KER-KLIK*
The sound of that sinking plastic wheel nearly made her want to jump.
It also made her want to...
Alexa zoned out, no longer putting up as much of a struggle. Her protesting hands slipped off, and she became nothing more than her socket as she hit the back of her throat without complaint.
"FWAH" Pulled like a ripcord from her gullet, a juicy and slimy sound slurped out of her mouth, with webby strands connecting her dick to Alexa's mouth. It hung with a hooked curved look over Alexa's face, teasing the dead eyed Alexa. Taking the base of it, she beat her massive cock against the lips of Alexa, who burbled and spit with every landing it made.
*KER-KLIK*
Alexa's big eyes bugged out seeing her assailant pocket herself back into her boyshorts - like something important was being taken away from her.
Alexa's chest got heavy. "Wait-" Her voice got breathy. "Don't put it away-" She pawed at the twin globes and imprint before reaching for the elastics of her pantyline.
The masked girl looked down with apathy at the pathetic creature she had just created.
Alexa loved seeing it flop firmly out before stiffening. Alexa let out a confident and seductive smile, needing both hands to tame the monster shlong. "Mmmhmmm..." With timid jerks, she made out with the red slit, her tongue almost wanting to slip into it. Her fingers tenderly moved along it like a flute. Raising her elephant trunk, Alexa laid kisses on her sack, unable to decide on which one she liked better, so divided her attention equally between them, before she began licking them. "Alm, nullm, lummf-" The acrid nastiness only casting a stronger spell of mindfog over her.
Alexa was relentless. "GLUG - GLUG - GLK." With two hands wrapped around it, she simultaneously stroked and fed herself, her tongue dragging on it's underside, leaving it slick all the way to the masked girl's mighty balls. As she traveled down the middle of it which was where it was at it's widest, it almost looked like her little mouth distended, her teeth lightly nudging. Despite Alexa's doe eyes, the masked girl stood like an imposing statue; only her boner being malleable.
She came.
Like lava, it overflowed, splashing back to her teeth before dribbling down her lips and the slashergirls balls. Alexa tried to swallow, but everytime she tried, her rod clogged her throat. The commanding odor of her cum completely overwrote the metallic smell of blood that now filled the room - but it did more than mask it like a cheap plastic bottle of cleaning spray - the animalistic texture and taste that frosted the back of her throat and the smell that drifted up from her balls brewed together inside Alexa's head. Alexa let out a deep throated groan of pleasure. "Nnnnnngh" Her blue, almost crystal eyes, rolled into the back of her head. Alexa rocked her jaw on it back and forth.
The masked girl wrestled it from the inside of Alexa's cheek by the back of her neck, the head and shaft sloppy, dripping as it hung free. Alexa's face was filled with haggard desperation, her lower lip sucked over her bottom teeth while her top row were visible. The masked girl tossed her like she meant nothing. Alexa fell face down into a gloopy mixture of sweat, running makeup, cum and her spit.
One question lingered in her mind:
Why did she do that?
Slashergirl had her by the shorts and Alexa imagined the sound of tearing paper in her head; quick and satisfying.
*SHRRRRK*
The only thing she had similar to looseleaf was how both of them could blow away in a strong gust of wind.
The masked girl cupped one of her high waisted cheeks with a full hearted squeeze. Alexa jumped and howled when she felt her nails begin to cut, which she then relented. The masked girl gave it a jiggle, feeling it's heft, before giving it a slap. "Ever have one of those uni guys fuck you like THIS!?" She spoke like she was razor teethed.
Alexa protested that she was still a virgin. "No! Never!" As if the idea of this girl finding out she had touched a guy before might have stopped her in her tracks - not that she had.
Pressing the tip of her dick against a cheeky fold of her ass, the masked girl pantomimed fucking, humping her rump forward, which Alexa went along with, being pushed back and forth by her meat pole. "Well they're LIMP DICKS compared to me!"
She then splayed Alexa's cheeks, her pink hole surrounded by rosy red blushing skin. The tiny orifice was greeted by and then assaulted by the tip of the masked girls length. Alexa reacted like an untied balloon, her mouth pouring air as she felt the head's initial peeking manage to squirm it's way into her, which the girl took as invite to punch in, aiming for her colon. Alexa reacted like it was the knife she had imagined she'd be stabbed with, screaming out. "Stop! StooOOOoooooOp!" She could sense instantly that something had been damaged. As Alexa brokedown into a high strung blubbering, the masked girl ignored her cries, as she pushed into the lower back of Alexa's already arched spine, delivering thundering blows against her that still managed to make her skinny ass ripple.
As Alexa was rammed, it caused frightened whinnies to leave her, especially as her swinging testicles underhooked into Alexa's pathetic genitals. On her elbows, she tried to crawl, but she'd only be brought back into her fold before her rapist pinned her down, her jiggly pair of tits pressing into Alexa's back.
Alexa's wavy vision saw her holding something up in front of her face. She thought it was the clicker again, the way she was holding it.
*FWK*
Her eyes shot open. It was a stiletto knife; thin blade and sharp point, the handle black with an ivory coating. The masked girl made it clear how much lighter it was in comparison to the bowie, easily balancing it between her thumb and index finger.
The knife raised near eye level, a psychotic expression underneath her mask that Alexa was sure of, as Alexa experienced vertigo seeing it closing in on her perspective. She was gonna die, or at least lose an eye. She forced them shut, moistness everywhere splashing into her lashes as she shook like a leaf while expecting the worst.
Pain.
Well... light pain, especially compared to being assfucked.
Surface level.
A familiar feeling, but on her other arm this time, but she dared not open her eyes, feeling each dragging prick like a needle: Bad at first, but then quickly over.
Feeling the presence let off, Alexa finally opened them. She silently gasped seeing it in this state, a red patch that was still running in a drizzling seep. The rush of crimson contrasted so sharply, it made her alabaster pale skin look ghostly, like she were going to turn transparent - and maybe if this girl kept it up, she would become one soon enough. Alexa clutched it, causing her to yelp out as the masked girl delivered another pump into her asshole.
It did eventually stop bleeding midfuck, drying out in an almost incision line. Alexa was surprised at what it was:
A sketchy heart shape delivered with jagged precision.
Alexa turned over her shoulder, almost wanting to ask what it meant.
She was quick.
The masked girl's face was buried in the side of her neck, and Alexa hadn't even noticed, but then she got all squirmy, her toes curling, as her stalker-like breath was delivered through the pinholes of the ventilation. "YOU SMELL NICE... REAL NICE."
What was she supposed to say to that? Alexa just shivered instead at the feeling of her hot breath running across her bare neck.
"Harmph." Wait, how did she-
"OW! OOOOW! OWOWIWWOEEI!" Her thighs and knees banged together. Alexa attempted to slink away by becoming deadweight, but her powerful teeth nipped at her, keeping her there. The pain of the bite was only subsided by the curiosity of Alexa, as she wanted to whip her head to see the face of the perpetrator, yet despite wanting to see the lifted veil, the masked girl's fangs sunk further, keeping Alexa's head locked forward with an open mouthed expression of gnashing shock, her spine arching and ass raising, willing to give into whatever demands she had in mind.
"Lem, llum, lmmm..." The masked girl quaffed up her blood, before delivering a steam pipe exhaust of satisfaction into her ear. "Aaah..." Which caused Alexa to shudder.
"You taste good too." If Alexa wasn't already drained, that would have sent chills through her.
Now perched over Alexa, she easily held the skinny girl in place with her left hand which she clutched just above the hip, fingers on her stomach and thumb on her back. Her knuckles held the stiletto in her right hand, looking like a metal wing hanging off her shoulderblade, and with every deep dick landing she delivered into Alexa, it felt like she was gonna slip off and dig the knife into her spine - though Alexa found it hard to worry when she was being driven crazy with pleasure; her future killer's cock hitting her button repeatedly and without missing a beat. When she wasn't distracted with her games, she fucked like a machine.
She moaned out low, her jawline unable to close "Ooo, ooooo, ooooooh..." Though she tried her best to restrain herself, but it only turned her moans into purring whines. "Mmph... mmmmph..." Despite her noises of pleasure, she still underlined them with a pouty face and sputteryness, like she was gonna start crying again at any moment; Alexa's eyes stuck in a perpetual state of drenched shadowed portals.
"You're PATHETIC." And as if to make the opposite of her point, each word after was then punctuated with pounding delivery.
"YOU"
*PLAP*
"SHOULDN'T"
*PLAP*
"LIKE"
*PLAP*
"THIS"
God she was a pathetic wretch, but she was tired of pretending. She WANTED this... or maybe she was delirious because of the bloodloss... it was hard for Alexa to argue either way.
From underneath her chin, the masked girl's bicep curled, locking into place. Alexa recognized she was being choked, her tongue falling out of her mouth as her voice was vibrated up and down. "UuUuUUUuuUUuUUuuuUu!" Her womanhood twitched. It started as a honey like trickle, before the tip of Alexa's clitty began to shake loose. Alexa's neck rose up as she winked her shriveled up tinkler like she was forcing out pee, her mouth agape.
"RRRRGH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT YOU WHORE!" It was the most aggressive she had sounded, almost male, but still unmistakably female underneath, as she drilled down deep, unleashing load after load into Alexa's asshole.
Alexa envisioned her girthy cock as it slipped out from her hole before it slammed back into her at full force, like those twenty inch dildos she had often imagined ordering online but never went through with, but despite being a virgin, she knew the real thing was better, as all Alexa could feel and see was white hot heat, as the masked girl's spunk boiled her insides, making her feel fuller and more wanted than she had ever been in her life.
Through a strawberry pink set of ass cheeks, the plug that was her dick penetrated easily into Alexa's radiated cum spewing asshole; the premade gape suctioning onto the bulbous end of her cock, not wanting her to leave as she jackhammered more and more of her seed into Alexa's cavity.
She trembled involuntarily, squeezing random parts of herself, her toes curling. The girl was already a weeping willow of frayed nerves turning a bloated color. "AGH! AAAAH! GOD! MAKE IT StOoOoOopP!" Her voice wavered in and out, her vocal cords scraping, feeling the tight tendon of her arm wrenching.
"Never. I'll never stop." Quiet and raspy, her ventilated voice repeated it again and again as she brought her hips down into the cowering form beneath her, and because she refused to let up, Alexa fainted, going limp in the submission hold.
With Alexa a ragdoll beneath her, she was harsher and rougher than before if that was possible, a psychotic gruntiness leaving her every hump. She was gonna cum again and she could feel it - she could feel it!
She was gonna snap Alexa's neck!
...
But that would mean her plaything would be gone... and she had so much more planned for Alexa.
The masked girl showed off her only display of humanity, her shoulders slumping out of relief as she painted Alexa's inner walls again. Propping herself up off Alexa, her asshole slid off her sword like a bad sheath, squelching up white seed that ever so slowly drained down to Alexa's withered eggsack; her beet red hole now a wide leaking ring, looking nothing like the sealed pink pucker it had started as.
Without missing a beat, the masked girl violently yanked on Alexa's wrist, nearly sending her off the bed and taking it out of her socket. Alexa's wet arm had suctioned against the blanket, dragging it along with her as she was flipped over, having turned the sheets damp and red. Her blood and cum covered dick bounced back and forth between her thighs, sending flecks of both everywhere, as she quickly wanted to reinsert it somewhere warm. Hanging over the side of the bed, the masked girl holstered herself inside Alexa's face. There was a subdued gurgling and 'urping', but it was clear Alexa was out of it, her eyes falling back into her head naturally as the masked girl expanded out her throat by shoving it fully into her esophagus.
After everything was said and done, the scene was like she had just raped an angel to death; as Alexa was perfection despite all that splatter. Lanky and nude, Alexa could have been mistaken for one of her standard victims if not for the tiny thing between her legs. Her golden hair caked in blood had clumped together into vines that were drying and getting more disgusting, arms sprawled out while her legs held together tightly, her left side turning shades of bruised purple.
Her hand moved to smack Alexa. "I don't need to kill you, little birdie." The open hand softened before landing, instead, rubbing her messy cheek. A slight stir resounding, but nothing more. "But you need to swear your life to me."
"uuuuuuuuuhn" Alexa croaked near inaudibly like she was on death's door.
"And even if you don't, I will own you..." Alexa gave the same response, like she was too tired to even listen to what the stranger was offering. "Little pup..." The masked girl retrieved a familiar device from before.
*KER-KLIK*
Alexa's lids shot open, pupil's fully dilated.
Missing Coltonhill Student Is Proof That University Isn't Doing Enough To Ensure Student Safety
Alexa Davies, 22, has not been seen for more than a month, though her last known location was at a cabin owned by her parents who have recently been cleared as suspects in the case. With obvious signs of a struggle and no evidence of a body, investigators say it's more than likely she was abducted in her own vehicle before it was abandoned in a ditch on Highway 89 into Broadsdale.
There are currently still no leads.
The walls were bleeding rust, a porous quality to them. Drips dropped with distant plinks. Poking bits of sharp metal shunted down everywhere, forming a steel maze.
Alexa lay in her cage, which resembled more of a grafted together contraption than something store bought for a pet. Nude, unmoving, hands under her chin, the cleft of her heart shaped ass visible. Her lily-white skinned perfection was interrupted by carved out and still healing sections of light pink or brown on her back and arms, some creating symbols while others just seemed to be scratched into her for the sake of it.
There was a violent clang as the cage door was sliced upwards. The rattling bang didn't even phase her, as she continued to play sleeping puppy.
*KER-KLIK*
There was a jingle from around her neck; a neon pink dog collar with hot pink fringes was pulled snug against her covered apple, the gold tag emblazoned with 'BITCH'. Alexa was now on her reddened knees in a rush to greet the masked girl's crotch, her hands only careful of not spilling her bowls of food and water, both of which had crushed hormones in them, before she forced her nose into it to get a whiff of her bulge before slipping her pants down.
"Gooooood puppeee..." She sickly groaned out, feeling more and more of her inches disappear into Alexa's drooling mouth, admiring the tail plug that was now visible, knowing it would be wagging if she was capable. "You never want to leave because I've trained you to be a gooooood puppeee..."
"Nuh - shllrp-" Alexa slobbered out nonsensically with a slur over the meat wedge resting on her tongue.