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            Criminal’s Revenge

Characters:

Michael Dalton, age 30   stands at 6'1", is kinda scruffy hasn't shaved in a couple of days. Long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, an earning in his left ear, lots of tattoos (served eight years in prison after all)

Carrie Graham  age 40 stands at 6’0”  brown hair with red hi-lights, toned, firm tummy, tight ass and pussy big breasts and clear skin, room - brightening smile.  Former model

Amber Graham  age 18 stands at 6’1” , long shoulder length blonde hair, Southern Cal tanned girl, toned, firm tummy, tight ass and pussy, big breasts and clear skin, virgin, volleyball player and room brightening smile, only child

Peter Graham  age 42  police detective, very protective of his family. Put Michael Dalton and some of his robbery crew in prison.


Part One:

   He had finally found out where Peter Graham lived.  Michael Dalton lay on the bed in his cheap motel looking through several phone books he had swiped from the library looking for his address.  He wanted to go see his old pal, the damn detective who had ruined his life.
   Eight years ago, Michael Dalton was a young man who had a wife and a young son.  He thought would do one last job after a fight with his wife.  So he broke into the home of a young teacher and tried to rape her.  But he didn’t expect the teacher’s football playing brother to be there and he fled without attacking her.  Peter Graham investigated and after a few months, he arrested Michael at home in front of his young wife and child.
   Though the teacher  or her brother couldn’t positively identify him with the ski mask he wore that night, Peter got her to pick him out of a lineup.  Michael never went to trial.  He took a plea bargain and instead of the maximum of 14 years he received just 12 that could be reduced with good behavior.
   And that was exactly what Michael did.  With his faithful wife, Sally, encouraging him, he got four years taken off of his sentence and was looking forward to going home to spend the rest of his life with wife and son.  But his entire world collapsed on him when one day just a year from his release, Michael was taken to a conference room and with Peter Graham sitting across from him was told that Sally and his son were killed in a drive-by shooting as she walked him home from school.  Peter made the the fatal mistake in his career when instead of consoling Michael, he told him that had he not made the bad choice, this wouldn’t have happened.  That privately infuriated the young prisoner.  How dare Peter Graham, the man who put him in here, tell him that he pretty much killed his family with his bad actions eight years ago.
   For the next year Michael Dalton publicly was the model prisoner but privately he could only think about one thing-  revenge on the guy who killed his family – Peter Graham.  He knew that the good detective was married with a kid so how would they feel when they are left without a father.  He was going to kill Peter Graham but he would wait until the time was right.

   So the release day came and Michael walked out of prison to no one.  His family was dead, his friends had left him and those he had made in prison who had been released already were either dead or back in prison.  So Michael ended up getting a room in a sleazy motel riddled with druggies and hookers.  He had changed his appearance greatly in the eight years he had served in prison.  His hair was long and scruffy, had earrings in both ears and his entire body was tattooed.  He no longer looked like the clean cut young 22 year old standing in the courtroom excepting his sentence.  Now 30, he looked a lot older and unfortunately was becoming a little more psychotic.  He laid in bed all the time thinking about how he was going to blow Peter Graham’s head off.  But where did the good detective live so that is why he stole the phone books out of the library.  He had to find out Peter Graham’s address.
   
   It was a Friday and Michael crept close to the house in a very modest part of town.  The Grahams didn’t live in a very expensive home.  It was a simple two story, three bedroom house at the end of a block.  Because of the woods next door  and the fence that surrounded the Graham home.  Michael found a dog’s door in the rear of the house and may have been over six feet tall but he was skinny from the prison food.  He managed to squeeze through the door and walked through the house.  He felt like the old times when he was burglarizing homes for a living.  He walked throughout the house looking in every room.  Peter Graham had a good life especially these eight years.  Peter was no longer a police detective.  Instead he was a  teaching professor at the college in town. 
   Peter walked into the master bedroom and saw a family picture lying on the vanity.  There in front of him were two gorgeous women- Peter’s wife and daughter.  He knew Peter was married but didn’t realize that he had married a former model named Carrie.  Carrie Graham was 40 years old but looked like she could be a lot younger.  In fact, Carrie looked she and her 18 year old daughter Amber could be twins.  Michael wished he could get in their pussies.  He laid it back down and searched other rooms.  He walked into Amber’s room and saw a lot of volleyball pictures and trophies.  Amber was a very well rounded young teenager. 
   He checked his watch.  Figured that Peter Graham would be home in a few minutes.  He didn’t have a gun but had a knife that would cut his carotid artery and  he would bleed out.  Michael heard a car pull into the garage.  He hid behind a door in the hallway.  Peter was home and he would  kill him with one swift blow.  But wait it wasn’t Peter Graham, Michael could see peeking out from his hiding place.
   It was Carrie Graham.  Why was she home?  She worked at a doctor’s office but wait it was Friday, those offices close early. 
   “Yeah, I know but Amber has a college visit tomorrow and Peter has went out of town for a conference.  Well we will probably go out for an early dinner and then bed early.  We have a long trip tomorrow.  I hope they will give her a scholarship tomorrow.  Will definitely help.  Talk to you later, girl.”
   Carrie had taken her heels off as she walked up the stairs.  Michael watched as she walked by to the bedroom.  He quickly had to change his plans.  Mom and daughter home all night, leaving tomorrow and Peter not home until tomorrow.  Definitely a change of plans.  Michael felt his dick getting big as he peered out the closet door and saw Carrie undressing.  She had removed her blouse and man, those were a pair of huge boobs ( 40D).  He had to have her now.  So as Carrie walked into the bathroom, Michael snuck into the room and holding his knife, hid just outside the door. 
   Carrie Graham had no chance to react.  Though only an inch shorter than Michael, she had no ability to fight her attacker off.  He grabbed her, clasping his hand tightly over her mouth and pressed the knife against her neck.
   “No scream, Mrs. Graham or else I will slit your throat, understand.”
   Carrie was terrified as the masked man held the knife against her.  She was wearing just her bra and panties and they were not very covering.  What did he want? 


Part Two:
   For Michael Dalton, just the feel of the soft skin and fragrant scent of the woman's hair was something he had not felt for over eight years.  And for that woman to be the sexy wife of his hated enemy it was even more special
   So after eight years, Michael had a woman in his clutches and he knew exactly what to do next.  He grabbed one of Peter's ties from the closet door and shoved it in between Carrie's teeth and tied it tightly behind her head.  He moved his hand off of her mouth, grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her back. 
   “Now, Mrs. Graham, don't do anything stupid and you will get out of this alive, understand.”
   Carrie is in tears terrified about what was happening.  She shook her head hoping that her cooperation will help save her life.  Michael,holding her wrists in a death grip, walks her over to a drawer, reaches in and grabs a bra out of it.  He then takes the bra and ties her wrists tightly behind her back.
   “OK, now it is showtime, bitch.”
   Before Carrie can do anything, Michael throws her violently on the bed.  She bounces up a little bit but he is quickly on top of her.  He rips her bra completely off in one swift move.  Carrie's size 40D breast come plopping out and quickly into Michael's hands.  He fondles them hard and violently. 
   “These are really nice.  I will see later how much they taste. But that isn't what I want right now.
   Carrie is crying and screaming her husband's tie but is helpless with her hands pinned behind her back.  Michael raises his body up and unbuckles his pants.  He pulls his dick out and then he pulls Carrie's panties down to her knees.
   He pulls her legs apart and then he crams his large dick into Carrie's pussy.  She screams in pain and tears are rolling down her cheeks.  Michael is enjoying the entire rape.  He hasn't been able to cram his dick into a woman for so long that it was a weird feeling.  But he was really enjoying doing it to Peter's wife.  So he continued to cram it in as far as he could.  He raised his chest off of Carrie, closed his eyes and dropped a huge load after huge load into her bowels.  Carrie could only lie there unable to move as Michael had planted his big hands firmly again on her breasts fondling them so hard that he will leave bruises.  This was more satisfying than putting a bullet in Peter Graham's head.  He had put his pistol in his wife and he knew what he was planning to do- he would stay  the night and introduce himself to Graham's hot daughter, Amber.
   After almost an hour, Michael climbed off.  Carrie was sweaty and exhausted as she jerked from the muscle contractions.
   “Wow, that was fantastic, bitch.  It has been a long time since I have been able to do that.”
   Carrie then noticed all of the tattoos that covered his arms.  She had been married to Peter long enough to know prison tattoos and knew that this psycho had served time.  Was he one of Peter's former collars?
   “I wonder if your daughter will be home soon.  Maybe we need to get ready to meet her.”
   Carrie cried and shook her head as Michael came close to her again.

   “ I mean I hope they give me a scholarship offer tomorrow.  Mom and I are driving up in the morning.  No, my dad is at a conference but he knows how much I want this opportunity.  Yeah, I will be sad to leave home after my mom will probably have a tough time without me around but I will only be an hour away.  Well gotta go, Syd.  Talk to you when I get back.”
   Amber Graham is driving home from volleyball practice.  She is tall, 6''1” , with shoulder length blonde hair and a tan that you only get in Southern California.  She is wearing a T-shirt and Daisy Duke shorts.  She pulled into her driveway and put the car into the garage.   She puts her sunglasses in the visor, grabs her gym bag and gets out.  Amber opens the door to the kitchen.  It feels strange to her because she can't hear her mom.  Usually Carrie is out in the kitchen or in the living room when she comes home from a late practice.  But tonight she wasn't anywhere downstairs.
   “Mom, I'm home.  Where are you?”
   Amber walks into the living room and sees nothing of her mom. 
   “Mom, I'm home.  Are we still going out to eat?  How about Italian?”
   Amber starts walking upstairs.  She can hear what sounds like her mom in her bedroom.  Must be getting ready for their night out.  Amber knows that it will be hard on her mom when she leaves her college.  The two of them have done everything together and now she will be graduating from high school and starting her new life.  They may never be that close again,  But if only Amber knew how close she and her mom would get before this night was over.
   “Mom, where do you want to go for sup-  oh my God, MOM!!”
   Amber flew the door open to her parents' bedroom and there she saw her mom.      
   Carrie Graham was lying on the bed.  She tied down spreadeagled, naked with her wrists and ankles bound with rope.  She no longer had her husband's tie in her mouth.  Instead she had her panties crammed completely in her mouth and had her tattered bra tied over that to hold them in place.
   Amber ran over to her mom.
   “Mom, who did this?  Are they still here?”
   Amber reaches up to take her gag out but her mom is very animated trying to get her daughter to look behind her.
   “Don't think so, girl.”
   Michael steps out from behind the door, grabs Amber, clasping his hand  tightly over her mouth.  He sticks the knife right at her neck as he forces Amber to stand up and grabs her arms to pin them behind her back.
   “Welcome home, Amber.  I have been so anxious to meet you since I saw all of your pictures in your room.”
   Carrie cries as her daughter is trembling within the grasp of vengeful ex-con.

Part three
   Carrie is straining to get free from her bed as Michael fondles Amber's breasts as he stands in his grasp.
   “Strip!” Michael orders as he releases the tall blonde.
   Carrie tries to reason with him behind her gag knows that it is futile.  Amber is weeping as she pulls her T-shirt up over her head.  She stands there with her breasts straining against her bra.  She slips out of her flip-flops while trying to hold the tears in.  She slips out of her shorts and stands briefly in her underwear.  She flips her long hair in front of her breasts but with a nod of Michael's knife, Amber reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra laying it on the bed.  And then finally she pulls her panties off.  Michael could feel his dick get bigger and bigger.  Amber stood  there hair covering her mature large breasts and her hands cover her crotch.  Michael could see the tan lines on the young girl's body.  She was the perfect bitch for him.  He bet she was a virgin.  He would find out soon.

   Day turned to night and no one in the neighborhood even realized that Carrie and Amber  hadn't left the Graham home.  In the master bedroom things were going hot and heavy but Michael not done anything else.   
   Amber was lying on her stomach with her head right in her mother's crotch.  A rope around her neck ran up to her mom's neck so that if the blonde teen raised her head out of her mom's pussy she would strangle Carrie.  So Amber was forced to lick her mom's pussy even pressing it in as far as she could.  Amber's tongue was gathering up all of Michael's cum and it was slobbering all over her face.  Amber couldn't move either.  Her wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles and knees were bound together and she was in a hogtie with her ankles bound to her wrists.  Michael sat and watched, smoking on one of Peter's favorite cigars as the teenage worked on her mom.  Carrie cried into her gag as tears streamed down her face.   Her gag was soggy as she bit down into the panties in her mouth.
   “Nice going, kid.  You are doing a great job.  Don't worry, mom, you will get your turn soon and then it is my turn.  Your dear husband took away my entire life so this is payback.”
   Michael laughs as Amber continues her forced exploration of her mom's pussy.  It is going on an hour and no end seems to be in sight.  In fact Michael walks down stairs, grabs a beer out of the fridge and comes back up.  He sits down again and watches.  He soon starts playing with himself, getting ready for the next fun thing to do to his hot captives.

Part three:
   It is almost midnight and not one person was up on the street except for Carrie and Amber.  No one even knew either since the shades were pulled tight on all the windows.
   Carrie was downstairs in the kitchen at the stove fixing something for Michael to eat.  She is still naked and gagged only now it is huge ballgag that Michael had in his little bag of goodies.  It was red and was so tight in her mouth that she had no clearance between her teeth and hard rubber.  She had her wrists tied in front of her as she worked at the stove preparing some eggs and some link sausage.
   “Oh, wow, these strawberries are delicious.  You must tell me where you get them.  Oh, my bad, I guess you can't. And dip them in this cream you made, makes it better.”
   Michael laughs as he takes a strawberry and dips it to the white cream that lay on top of Amber's pussy.  Amber is lying on her back on top of the kitchen table.   She has arms tied above her head and the rope is tied off at the other end.  Her legs are tied  spreadeagled to the table legs with her knees bent down so her pussy is right near Michael.  She has a black ballgag in her mouth and is moaning from the action down at the bottom.  She also has two clothespins on her nipples. 
   “Come over here, Carrie and taste some of this.  I think your daughter's juices accent the taste.”
   Michael walks over, grabs Carrie who tries to resist him by putting her hands down hard on the counter but he rips her over.
   “Resisting me is futile, bitch.  Now you are going to do to Amber what she did to you upstairs.”
   He unties Carrie's wrists but still holding them, pulls them hard outward, and binds them to the opposite table legs.  Carrie's ankles are tied to each table legs as well.  So she is squatting bound in a small spreadeagle.  More importantly, she is head high with Amber's cream filled pussy.
   “OK, Carrie, when I pull the gag out, you will bend over, take a strawberry between your teeth and bury your head into that cream.  You better not come up until you have smeared that cream all over the berry and you better not drop it or I will beat your ass, understand.”
   He pulls the gag out and Carrie tries to talk to him.
   “Please don't do this.  I – gurgle.”
   Carrie's head is propelled down and she grabs a strawberry.  Michael then forces her head down into the creamy, hairy pussy of her daughter.  She is forced to lick it all over the berry but she lets loose of it.   So Michael whacks her hard on the ass with a wooden spatula.  She yelps out in pain but has to grab on to the berry so that he doesn't do it again.  Carrie brings the cream colored berry up and is then ordered to eat it.  It didn't taste good but she took it anyhow.
   Soon Carrie's entire face was deep in Amber's crotch licking as much of the cream as she could while also licking her daughter's hole.  While Carrie was doing that, Michael was at the top of the table.  Since Amber was over six feet tall, her head dangled over the top of the table.  So he took advantage of that by pulling his big, hard dick out and after pulling Amber's ballgag out, plunging it deep into her mouth and down her throat.  She had her head, dangling so it was easy for her to do her first ever blowjob.  Amber almost strangled on the first load but she swallowed and then Michael climaxed the largest load he had ever dropped.  It came out the side of her mouth, down to the floor and even into her long blonde hair which hung beneath her head.
   After this went on for another hour or so, Michael was beat.  He was ready for bed so he needed to secure his prizes for the night.  So he tied Carrie's wrists behind her back and then hoisted her on top of Amber.  He spread Carrie's legs apart and tied them to the chair legs on either side of Amber's head.  He then tied rope around their bodies at the waist and one that ran over the back of Carrie's neck holding her head in place right above her daughter's crotch.  As it turned out, Carrie's crotch was left right above Amber's nose.  So that the mother and daughter had to smell each other.    Michael took the ballgags, crammed them in their mouths, buckled them very tightly behind their heads so there would be no movement at all.  He took a couple of dishtowels and blindfolded them.  Satisfied that they weren't going to scream for help or get loose, he slapped Carrie's ass, went over turned off the light and strolled upstairs to sack out in Carrie's bedroom for a well deserved nap.  Tomorrow would be the final climax and he wanted the mother and daughter to spend one last night together. 

Part four:
   Michael stretched as he came down the stairs.  He had a great night's sleep in Peter's bed.  He walked out to the kitchen, goes past Carrie and Amber who are lying there awake and moaning in pain.  They are drenched in sweat despite the air conditioner cooling the house. 
   “How'd you, gals, do last night.  Get any sleep.  Man, I did.”
   Michael is making a pot of coffee and fixes him something to eat.  He is chomping on a piece of toast as he goes over to the two tied up women.
   “Wow, you  are really sweaty.  Perhaps you got hot smelling your daughter's pussy. “
   He slap Carrie's ass hard as he stands there. 
   “You know later I think I brought something with me that could satisfy that desire you may have.  First though, it will be breakfast, then a quick shower for me.  And for you, two, well I might be nice and relocate you upstairs.”
   Both women are spent. They are exhausted, sweaty, smelly and sore from lying on the hard table for the past seven hours.
   Michael brings his coffee over and sits down right in front of Carrie.  He reaches over and pulls the ballgag out of her mouth.
   “Please I need a drink,” Carrie barely is able to say.
   “Well, I think I can accommodate you on that.”
   He goes over, draws a drink of water, comes back over and throws it in Carrie's face laughing the whole time.
   “There is your drink of water, bitch.   Lick it off your face.”
   Carrie, fighting back tears, wets her lips as she tries to talk to Michael.
   “Why, why are you doing this to us.  My daughter is just a baby and I don't even know you.  If you have a beef with my husband talk to him.  He is a very understanding and kind man.
   Michael sips his coffee and addresses his captive.
   “I will tell you.  Eight fuckin' years ago I was arrested by your husband.  He hunted me down and arrested me.  I got 12 fuckin years in prison but I never thought about anything but getting out and going home to my wife and kid.  But then I was going to get out early.  Good behavior they said and was so excited.  But then my wife and son were gunned down by a shooter.  Said it was a tragic occurrence.  But then I found out that the shooter was a confidential informant of the one and only Peter Graham and that he should have been in prison like me but that the good Detective Graham kept getting him out so your kind husband caused me to lose everything.  So I am taking everything away from him.  His wife, his daughter , his life.”
   “Are you going to kill us?”
   Carrie asked with a shaky voice.
   Michael reaches over and crams the ballgag back in her mouth. 
   “Hell yes, but I am not going to do it.  Peter is when he gets home.  It will be a blast.”
   He gets up and walks into the living room.  Comes back with a long piece of rope.  He goes back to Carrie's head, ties the piece around her hair creating a ponytail and then he viciously pulls it back to Amber.  Amber is lying there staring blankly at the ceiling.  He winds the rope around her neck and give it a little slack.  He then goes back up to where Carrie is and tells her.
   “Now I would keep your head exactly where it is or else you will strangle your daughter, understand.”
   He then goes over, picks up a knife and comes back.  Carrie watches as he takes the knife and with one swift cut, whacks off her left nipple.  Of course blood goes down onto  Amber's body and even down into her crotch.  Carrie is screaming so loudly that Michael has to hand gag her.  He quickly puts a band-aid on it.  He doesn't care about the scarring because first of all she is done with breast-feeding and secondly she is going to be dead by nightfall.  He picks up the nipple and takes it around to Amber and places it on her left nipple. 
   “Now you have two.”
   The teenager cries in terror fearing that he plans on doing that to her.  But her biggest worry should be whether mom can keep her head up and not strangle her.
   “Listen, I am going to take a shower and when I come back down we will head upstairs and Amber, I am going to make you a woman and mom can watch.”
   Michael whistles as he heads upstairs with Carrie still in pain and trying to keep her head up and Amber still struggling with the noose and the extra nipple.

Part five: 
   Michael takes a very long shower perhaps twenty minutes or so.   He towels off and doesn't even put any clothes.  Hell, he would just have to take them off in a few minutes.  He took all of the bedding off  of the master bed.  This was Peter slept and this would be where he would fuck his only child. 
   He walks back down to the kitchen and the women are in bad shape.  Carrie's cut off nipple is bleeding through the band aid and she is tired of keeping her head up.  Amber is just plan tired. 
   “OK, ladies, time to get you off of the table.  I imagine you will need to rest up before we head upstairs.”
   The naked psycho unties Carrie first and helps her off of the table.  There is a pool of blood on Amber's crotch and her chest.  Michael takes the band aid off and cleans Carrie's wound before he puts another bandage on.  She is sitting meekly on a chair.  Carrie is finished.  She has no more drive in her and Michael is not even done with his torture of her.  He quickly gets Amber off of the table.  She has to helped over to a  chair.  She is sore, bloody from the severed nipple and is sweaty and smelly.  Amber was on the table for almost twelve hours by the time she was released.  She no longer looked like the All American California girl.  Her hair was matted with sweat.  I take both of their gags out and give them drinks of water.
   “You bastard, why did you cut off my mother's nipple.”
   “Well, Amber, what do you want me to cut off of yours. Your hair, your ear , your finger or toes.”
   “Why are you doing this to us?  It wasn't our fault about your wife and child.  My father didn't know that his informant would kill someone.  I wasn't even born yet and my mother wasn't even his wife.”
   “Well, that doesn't matter to me.  Now time to be quiet again.”
   He crams the ballgags back and makes them walk towards the stairs.  Amber's hands are tied in front of her and Carrie's behind her back.  They walk slowly up the stairs not knowing what lies in front of them.     

   Soon Amber is tied down to the bed with her hands bound together above her head and tied to the bed.  Her legs are spread wide apart and tied to each bed post.  She still has her breasts bound and the ballgag in her mouth.  Carrie is tied, bent over a chair with her neck bound to the chair legs, her wrists still bound behind her back.  Her legs are stretched out very wide in a split tied to the door knob of the bathroom door and the bedroom door.  She is quite a bit of pain as she has been impaled with a broom stick shoved as far up her ass as possible.  She also has rope tied to each big toe and it is then taken up to the ceiling to two eye-holes and then brought back down and little weights from the exercise room in the basement are attached to them.  Obviously Carrie is in quite a bit of pain.  She is sweating heavily and doesn't want to move any or else the broom will go further up her burning ass.  She does strain to look over shoulder at Amber's ordeal.
   Her beautiful daughter is getting a royal fucking from Michael.  He is on top and his dick is firmly deep inside her pussy.
   “Well what do you know, mom.  Your daughter here ain't a virgin.  So I won't be able to bust her cherry.  You may need to talk to her, oh that is right.  You're both gagged so you won't be talking to each other.”
   He crams his dick further into Amber who is screaming in pain.  He also presses down hard on her tits.  He bends down and starts sucking them harder and harder.  He is cramming his dick deeper and deeper even rising up off of her to get it further down her pussy.  He finally let go with a loud yell as he drops a large load down into her body.  Amber lies there shaking and moaning.  Did she like it?
   Michael pulls it out and it is dripping.  He drips on her as he goes to the top, pulls out her ballgag, and crams it back in her mouth.  Amber makes a face as she starts sucking his cum and her own fluids in her mouth.
   “Man, you are becoming a natural at this, girl.  Perhaps this is your true calling rather than volleyball.  Suck it down, suck it harder.”
   He slap Amber to make her go faster.
   Suddenly Carrie lets out a loud, muffled scream.  The broom has gone further up her ass as she hangs in air trying desperately to not impale herself more.  She is sweating so much that she is leaving a large puddle in her carpet.  Her body is red from sweat and strain.  Her severed nipple is still red but has stopped bleeding.
   Amber gulps a very large bomb and Michael yanks it out.  He sprays her with the cum and saliva.  The once very vibrant, attractive teen is slowly dying inside.  She realizes her dream of playing volleyball is not going to happen.   On she goes swallowing load after load.  When will he stop.  He probably won't for a while. 
   Michael had taken a Viagra when he got up this morning and then took some heroin he had brought with him.  That turned him into a fucking machine.  And Amber Graham would be the recipient of it.  After dropping four loads of cum into Amber's belly, he went back down dropped another load in the poor teenager's body.  Amber couldn't take it anymore and passed out.  He got up and with his dick dripping from cum, went over to Carrie struggling in the corner of the room, took her ballgag out, pulled her head back and dropped another two loads in her mouth.  Carrie also passed out from the impalement and the oral sex.
   “Sleep, my darlings, cause the worst is yet to come including a grand finale for both of you and your dear, bastard husband.”     

Part five:
   It is almost 5 o'clock in the Graham home.  Peter left a text message saying that would be home around 7 and asked how the college visitation trip went.   Michael took great pleasure texting him while Carrie and Amber looked helpless to do anything about it.  He told Peter that the garage door opener was broken but she had gotten him something that he would love.  Michael also told how the college trip went well and that she was sure that Amber would get a scholarship.  Both women were weeping as they knew that wasn't going to happen.  By now they knew that Michael planned on killing them unless a miracle occurred.
   For Carrie and Amber the last hours of their lives will be horrendous ones.  After they woke up they found themselves in a bad place.  They were both in the kitchen on the table again only this time the table had been opened wide like a leaf board needed to placed there.  Instead they are bound back to back with their wrists bound their heads to the chandelier that graced the ceiling.  They have their legs out in a split with each ankle bound to the table legs.  They have rope around their chest and waists to hold them together. 
   But both were not in good shape.  Michael and his trusty knife had made them bloody messes as blood ran slowly down their torsos.  Amber, once a gorgeous blonde volleyball player with her whole future ahead of her, sat in a daze.  She had a bandage on her left side of her face where her ear was whacked off by Michael.  He also decided she should get a boob job like her mother so he cut both of her nipples off and not only that but he gave her a scarlet letter.  She had an S carved on her stomach and chest to indicate how she was not a virgin at the time he fucked her.  And Michael found one of Peter's old badges and he stuck it in the left breast where the nipple used to be. 
   Carrrie had both ears chopped off and the other nipple is gone.  Both of them are bleeding a little less now as Michael bandage everything up.  A lot of the bleed is seeping from their mouths where they have two of Peter's ties being used as cleave gags.  But both ties were saturated with blood so they are chewing on their own blood wringing it out in their mouth and letting it careen slowly down their tortured bodies.   Sitting with their asses in the open area of the table, allowed Michael to put two pokers from their downstairs fireplace up their asses.  The more they move the more it hurts, burns and bleeds.    But they are blindfolded so they don't see the surprise Michael is cooking up for their final meal. 
   He is at the stove, frying their ears and nipples before dropping into a liquid composed of piss and cum.  He will call it Ear Soup.
   “OK, ladies, lunch is served.  Now I don't know if you will like it but it will the last meal you will ever eat so if you get sick, oh well, too bad.”
   He goes over and takes Carrie's gag out.  She is too weak to talk but when he puts a spoonful of the liquid to her lips she gags but then he grabs a fork and puts some of the chopped and a tidbit of nipple on it.  He holds her nose, forcing her mouth open and then he shoves it in.  He clamps her mouth shut forcing her to swallow it.  She is hysterical when he takes her blindfold off and she sees what she has eaten. 
   “Another piece, bitch,  this is probably Amber's.”
   Carrie is forced to take another and another.  She heaves but nothing comes up.  Michael replaces the gag in her mouth and moves to Amber.
   The poor teen is in a catatonic state so she is expressionless as he makes her sip the piss/cum sauce and then Michael shoves the ear/nipple concoction down her throat. 
   “OK, ladies, I think we are done here.  I have a lot of cleaning to do and you're too messy to fuck again so I need to tie you up one last time and get ready for Peter.  This is going to be such a blast. “


Part six:
   Michael was tired.  He had a very busy and very wonderful 24 hours.  He never killed Peter Graham but did the next best thing.  He took his wife and daughter from him.  Oh, they were still alive but they weren't the same.  They had been fucked, mutilated and made to do some bad things to each other.  He had so much of his DNA in them that it would be a slam dunk conviction by a court if he ever got caught.  But he didn't plan for that to happen though since they have to have bodies to get DNA off of.
   Michael takes two chairs into the garage and puts them between the two cars in there.  It is a three car garage so there is a lot of room between Carrie and Amber's cars.  He then comes back and unties Carrie and amber from the table.  He removes the pokers from their asses and it comes out very bloody.  He probably knows that he has caused horrible damage to their rectums, their intestines but in a little while it won't matter.
   He unties the women and they just slump over in two other chairs as he closes the table and cleans up the blood underneath.  He wants no evidence left of what horrors happened here.  He removes the bloody ties from the women's lips but he crams each of their panties in the other's mouths and then takes the duct tape and starts winding it completely around their heads.  He stops at six winds and then he goes to the garage, comes back in with a roll of electrical tape.  He wraps it around the duct tape and stops at five wraps.  Finally another five wraps of the duct tape again.  Carrie and Amber will not be able to warn Peter at all when he gets home in about a half hour.  He reties their wrists behind their backs with rope and then uses the electrical tape to secure their fingers.  No picking at the knots.  He then walks them out to the garage.  It will be the last time they will ever be in their house. 

   A few minutes later.
   Michael, who is sweating from the heat of the garage, is working in the nude.  He has secured the ladies to the chairs with a lot of rope.  They can't move as he is busy setting up a couple of wooden apparatuses.  He just threw some wood together and was placing two large shotguns that he had found in the basement.  He carefully aimed and pointed them at the ladies' chests.  In fact they were positioned right below their breasts so if they go off the bullet will shoot them in the heart.   He ties a piece of rope to the trigger and then runs the other end to the door.  He goes inside first and comes back in a few minutes fully dressed with a hat on.  As he closes the door he attaches the rope to the door.  As soon as it is opened from the inside the triggers will fire and the women will be dead.  But Michael also wants to take out the reason for all of this, Peter Graham.  So he set two gas cans that happen to be full of gas and a wick that will ignite when triggered.  A tripwire is placed across the door so that if Peter steps into the garage which he will, it will blow up the cans and Michael cuts the gas line of both cars so that the gasoline goes all over the floor. 
   “Well, ladies, it has been nice but it is time for me to leave.  Your husband thinks the garage door is broken but I just disconnected it so must go in the front door.  I left him a note from there is a surprise out here in the garage and when he opens the door, he will shoot both of you dead just like my family died.  Then he will rush out here to try and save you and will set the gas bomb off, blowing himself and the house to pieces.  It has been fun.  Have a good remainder of you r life and adios.”
   Michael raises the garage door just enough to crawl out underneath it.  He walks into the woods behind the house and waits for all hell to break loose.
   About thirty minutes later, Peter Graham into his driveway.  He carries his bags in and closes the door.  He whistles as he walks through the house.  He thinks Carrie and Amber are on their way home so he doesn't expect them home soon .   He walks into the kitchen, sees some soup that Carrie left on the stove so he tries some.  He thinks the meat in the pan tasted very good.  He wondered what the little balls of meat was but he popped one of his wife's nipples in his mouth and read the note that was left for him.  Peter didn't even notice that it wasn't his wife's handwriting.  The note told him that she had left him a surprise in the garage.
   So Peter goes over and opens the door to the garage.  Suddenly he hears the muffled screams of his wife and daughter and followed seconds later by the loud explosion of dual gunshot blasts.  He flips the light on and sees the naked bodies of Carrie and Amber slumped over in the chairs with blood gushing from their chests.
   “Oh, my God, no, Carrie!  Amber1”
   A stunned Peter can't believe what he sees and he immediately rushes down to try and save them but just as Michael planned, he tripped over the wire and the crazed ex-con watches from the woods as the house explodes and is totally engulfed in flames.
   The revenge was fulfilled.  The Graham family were dead and the authorities had a very difficult time getting anything from the bodies.   The murders were never solved and Michael, well having fulfilled  what he set out to do, was found two days later lying dead on the graves of his wife and son.  The police said it was a suicide and he was buried beside them. 

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The Side Bitch (M/F, asphyxiation)

Everything had to begin somehow. And for Eric, she was how his lust for killing began. He had been hooking up with Alexa for a short while. Not because he had problems with his girlfriend, it was just what he did. She wasn’t even as good-looking as Sara, but that didn’t quite matter, she was cute enough. And she was down for most things. He could go to her, or make her come to him, almost any time, fuck her, and leave almost right after. She was his side bitch, he always had one, or several. Kept fucking them until he grew bored of them. How else could a man stay in a relationship with just one woman for so long? Of course Sara didn’t know.

Alexa had proven to be one persistent bitch though. Maybe it was cause she was good at it, maybe because of how freaky she was, or maybe it was how needy she was for him. How horny she was for him. He was used to that, to some degree, but it was obvious she had developed a crush on him, an obsession with him almost. He didn’t want to see that though, so he didn’t. He just wanted to fuck her, and that he did.

He was lying in her bed, on top of her blankets, naked. His cock still half erect as he smoked a cigarette after blowing his load inside her, ashing the cigarette off of her bed just onto the ground. After all, this wasn’t his home. Alexa was lying on her side right next to him, a leg of hers entangled with his, her tits pressed up against his lower chest, and her face resting on his shoulder.

He took a drag from his cigarette, once he was done smoking he’d be gone. “So...,” she pushed herself up onto her elbow as she began to speak to look directly at him, he didn’t so much as glance at her, “I’ve got something exciting to tell you.” 

“Oh?” he sounded absent-minded, cig hanging from his lips as he still stared off into the room. “I,” she stopped again after she began, letting out an excited breath, “I’m pregnant.” This was the first moment he glanced over at her, smiling broadly at him. “What?” he asked, more as if he hadn’t heard right, with more disbelief than anger. But in reply she only kept beaming at him, her eyes meeting his. 

“You can’t be serious right now?” He sat up and turned to look directly at her, beginning to sound pissed. He took his cigarette with two fingers, ashing it off on her bed. “You said you were on the pill!” Pissed was turning into anger rather quickly.

“I was, back when we first met,” she laughed almost as she spoke, still looking at him as if she’d just shared the greatest news. “You better be fucking joking.” Eric shook his head, taking a rapid drag from his cigarette. 

“No, I’m not. But, don’t you see how perfect this is? You finally have a reason to break up with that bitch of a girlfriend of yours,” she was barely able to finish her sentence before he seized her by her neck and pushed her up against the wall behind the bed. “Watch your fucking tone, cunt,” there was an inferno in his glare as well as his voice. “Come on, babe. I can do it too, I’ll just tell her about us. Actually, I -” her voice was cut off with a resounding clap, her sentence transformed into a gasp as he slapped her across the face hard. 

She looked back at him, slightly shaken but swiftly put a wry smile back on her lips, “It's so hot when you get rough with me.” She was pressing her body up against his. He pulled himself away from her but grabbed her by her hair as he began to get up, and threw her off the bed. Standing above her as she was on all fours, he turned away a little, threw his cigarette on the ground, and stepped on it. 

Alexa was looking back at him over her shoulder, still on all fours. “Was I a bad girl?” she rolled the words playfully, teasingly. As if she didn’t understand his seriousness or just thought she was in control of the situation. “Are you going to-” she was shut up mid-sentence again, this time by a kick to the face. Grunting in pain her head fell back onto the ground, her hands shooting up to her nose to hold as it began to bleed. She rose her voice through heavy pained breaths again, “Come one, you don’t want to hur-” She shrieked as he crouched down atop her and then punched her in the face once, then twice. 

Her nose was bleeding, she had a minor laceration above her right eye from the punches, and a bruise was already forming around it. She was trying to raise her hands protectively but the punches had almost knocked her out, as she was faintly starting to whimper and beg through sobs. 

Eric put his hands around her throat as he practically sat on top of her and squeezed. Immediately she grabbed his wrists, pulling at his hands, desperately trying to draw in sharp breaths. “No, please,” her voice itself was a gasp as she shook her head looking at him with fear in her eyes. “How did a whore like you think you could ever be more than a side bitch? You’re just an easy fuck, I’d never let you get between me and Sara,” he was pushing his thumbs down into her throat hard as he spoke, making her cough at the same time as she was choking, he was crushing her windpipe. Her nails were digging themselves into his skin, scratching along his arm with one hand, and he could feel her squirming underneath him, struggling with her legs to somehow throw him off her but it was useless.

He pulled her up with the iron grip on her throat and smashed her head back against the ground, causing her to let out another painful sounding breathless cough. There was spittle around her lips from the coughing and choking and she spat out some more, a stream of drool running out of her open mouth and down her cheek. Her wide grey eyes were looking slightly past him now, her struggling beneath him was getting weaker, the kicking of her legs was becoming slower, more of a pushing and dragging them across the floor. One of her hands was barely holding on to his forearm, her fingers beginning to jerk. Her other hand was weakly scraping itself across his other arm, barely using her nails anymore.

The terrified of her and the feeling of her struggling, practically rubbing against his crotch as he sat on top of her, had him hard again. So he was thrusting his eight-inch cock along her chest, rubbing it between her to fat natural tits as she was beginning to convulse more than struggle. The arm she’d been scratching him with was slacking down, her legs sprawled behind him, spasming more than kicking. Her other arm kept her hand propped up for longer somehow, fingers twitching near his wrist. Her head was hanging to the side slightly, her distant stare directed toward the wall. Blood from her nose was running off the side of her face onto the ground and drool from her mouth.

He shoved his hip up towards her head as he felt he was about to cum, to then burst a load perfectly across the side of her face. Leaving cum from down on her chin all the way across up to her purple-dyed hair. Quite a bit of it got into her open eye but she didn't react at all to it, her eyes now empty color and shine of life having left them. She wasn’t making any strangled gasping or gurgling sounds anymore, leaving the room eerily silent, and she was left barely spasming involuntarily underneath him.

He dug his thumbs deeper into her throat one more time, his nails tearing some skin before he let go of her neck. No reaction, not even the weakest drawing in of breath, just the faint twitching, and jerking.  

Sitting back slightly, he extremely roughly squeezed her juicy breasts, wringing and mashing them so it would’ve been painful was she still alive. “You know, it really didn’t have to end like this, but you had to be a dumb possessive fucking whore.” He stood up slowly, looking down at her corpse. And even if he wasn’t realizing it yet, he was actually glad all this had happened. Glad that she had shown him the path to his one true passion.

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 Making a snuff film [m/f][non-con][asphyxiation]

 You stepped onto the grass, it was a beautiful day and dozens of people walked around the park taking in the cool air and sunshine. You were here for different reasons however.

It didn't take you long to spot your prey, a lonesome young girl, sitting quietly as she read her book. Pretty, but not in a way that stood out. A simple shirt, short jeans, and an amazing face. You sat next to her, leaned over, and whispered "my will is that you let me do whatever I want to you without you fighting back or running away"

The girl looked up from her book with confused shock. "Who the fuck are you?" She immediately moved to get away from you, then found that her body was unwilling. Failing to get away, she began to scream for help, but every person in the park just continued on their routine, completely uncaring.

You sat and looked at her with a grin as she continued to panic. "What the fuck is happening? What have you done to me?"

"Honestly I'm not entirely sure. Magic of some sort of course, but I just woke up one morning and found that I was able to do really anything I wanted without consequences. Scream all you want, no one is going to help you."

"Please... I don't know what's going on but just... do what you need to and don't hurt me"

"Sorry, I don't make promises I won't keep. I'm going to hurt you very much. Now stand up for me, don't waste my time."

Your victim stood from the bench gingerly and closed her eyes, almost as if that would make the nightmare disappear. You began to work on her, your hands on the small of her back as your kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. She stayed frozen in fear, though you could feel a slight shudder in response to your violations.

You had done this a hundred times before, but it was always fun to explore a new body, sometimes even better than the sex itself. You had had girls like her before, even girls that looked shockingly like her, but that didn't lessen the excitement you felt as your fingers slipped under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her belly, working their way up to her breasts.

Though you had done this dance in private many times, this was the first time you had molested a girl so brazenly. Almost as a joke you looked towards one of the people passing by and called out to them. "Hey, just so you know, I'm raping this girl". The man awkwardly turned towards you and said. "Oh uhh, ok man, uhh have fun I guess?" and hurried along his way. You laughed to yourself, reveling in the helplessness of your victim, whose tension you could feel as you embraced her, her eyes squeezed shut even harder than before.

The foreplay continued, her shirt came off, then her shorts, and her bra. She looked picturesque in the sunlight, a body anyone would be envious of. Her beauty was only matched by your cruelty as you thought of dozens of ways you could snuff her out.

"Do me a favor and stay right here. I have a little surprise for you"

You felt her body involuntarily react, though she didn't say anything as she obeyed you, not that she had any choice. You grabbed some rope out of a backpack and flung it around the branch of a tree, setting up a noose for later. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted another girl with a decent video camera. An idea blossomed in your mind and you walked over to her.

"My will is that you help me record something"

Your magic took hold of the camera girl and after a brief "umm, ok" she followed you back to your dutiful victim. After the camera girl had finished setting up you coaxed your victim to open her eyes.

Noticing the camera, she whispered disbelievingly "you're going to record my rape?"

"Of course, for posterity and whatnot. Now, tell the camera a bit about yourself, it'll help the audience relate and whatnot"

"I... My name is Sage. I'm just a quiet college student, I don't go out of my way and I don't bother anyone. I... I like to sit in nature in my free time and... and... if anyone finds this tape please bring this man to justice oh god."

"Well I think that's enough for now. That said, I did promise you a surprise earlier"

You turned Sage around and showed her the noose you set up for her. Hey eyes widened in shock as she made the connection immediately.

"Please! I just want to go home. I don't know what you're going to do with me, but I'm begging you to spare me, I don't deserve to die."

You ignored her pleas and marched her over to the noose with the camera girl following. You steadied her as she shook in fear and placed the noose around her neck, tightening it into place.

Sage looked up at you, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Listen to me" she said. "I'm just a young girl who did nothing. I know you're enjoying using me, but please think of me. I have so much to live for, I'll do what you want, but just let me go when you're done."

You grabbed Sage by the small of her back and pulled her close to you, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. "Please continue begging" you whispered into her ear. "It makes it so much hotter"

Sage took a sharp breath, her voice caught in her throat. You pulled away from her and prompted her to look at the camera. "Tell me Sage, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

Sage looked at the camera, tears beginning to spill out of her eyes. "I think this lunatic is going to hang me."

"Oh no no no, it's not going to be that simple. First I'm going to rape you, then hang you, then I'm going to post this video on every site I can find." You leaned in to whisper into Sage's ear again. "Oh sure, there'll be plenty of people who report the video and take it down, but believe me, it'll get passed around on certain parts of the web. Who knows, maybe it'll stay up forever. You'll be famous Sage. Take solace in that. Now, my will is that you give me the best blowjob I've ever had."

The sobbing, terrified girl got to her knees and began undoing your pants, the noose still on her neck. You could feel her trying to fight it, trying to get away or resist in any way possible, but your powers were too strong and she took your hardening cock into her mouth. She wasted no time and began swirling her tongue around it, taking it deeper into herself as it grew to its full length.

You looked down at the beautiful girl wrapped around your cock. It wasn't the best blowjob you'd ever gotten, but Sage was trying her damnedest to make it so. She bobbed up and down, taking breaks to lick at your balls, her hands grabbing your thighs for leverage. After warming you up sufficiently, she knelt down and placed her tongue at the base of your sack and licked up, running her wet tongue over your balls, up the shaft, all the way to the sensitive tip. At the end of this sequence, she looked up at you with her shimmering eyes. From the outside it looked like the actions of a girl giving a passionate blowjob, but looking at Sage's eyes showed what was truly happening, they were filled with anger, horror, and sadness as she looked up at the man who would soon kill her.

Sage continued to bob on your cock as you took a deep breath in pleasure and turned your head to look at the camera. It was at this moment you remembered the camera girl, standing horrified behind the tripod as she was forced to watch the scene in front of her.

You beckoned her over, and she slowly stepped towards you, afraid of what you'd to her. She stopped a few feet away from you, the same tension in her body that you saw in Sage earlier.

"Tell me, what do you think about what you see in front of you?"

"I... I don't think I'm allowed to have an opinion. I... I'll just film you and I won't say a word"

"Oh please" you said, as Sage continued to service your cock. "Of course you're allowed to have an opinion. Be honest. What do you think about the fact that I'm raping and killing this girl?"

"I... It's fucking terrible. You're a fucking monster."

You chuckled a little at her words. "I know. It's so much fun being a monster. Maybe after I'm done with Sage, I could have a little fun with you?"

The camera girl stared at you, trying her best not to break down. "Please..."

You cut her off. "Let's think of some things I could do to you. We could go down to the lake and I could hold you down until your lungs fill with water. I could shove my cock down your throat until you stop moving. Oh! I could do exactly what I did to Sage, to you! You'd get to watch her die, knowing full well that that was about to be you. Come closer"

The camera girl took a step forward, tears welling up in her own eyes, a twisted repetition of the stages Sage had gone through. Quick as a viper, your hand shot out and grabbed her neck. You began to squeeze and she choked, her hands grabbing at your wrists uselessly. You continued to hold her in this position as Sage used her throat to jack you off.

"I could do any of those things" you said to the camera girl. "But I'm not" and you dropped her to the ground. She coughed and sputtered as she got a hold of herself, then scrambled away from you.

"You let me borrow your camera. That was very kind of you, and for that I'm going to let you live." The camera girl took a breath as she looked at you, her face in a nervous frown as you both knew just how close she was to being killed.

All this while, Sage had been expertly blowing you, and you felt like it was time to return your attention to the star of the show. With one hand, you grabbed the back of Sage's head and forced it into your crotch, your dick filling her throat. With the other hand, you pulled on the rope, tightening the noose around her neck. As tight as her throat was, you could literally feel the effect of the noose as her flesh pressed against your shaft. For poor Sage, this had a double effect: Your dick prevented her from breathing, and the noose cut off blood flow to her brain. As anyone would in the circumstances, she began struggling underneath you, desperately trying to wrench herself free. You let her choke for a while, before finally granting mercy and letting her go.

She immediately broke away from you and gagged and coughed for air, her face a deep crimson, covered in her own spit and tears. She fell to the ground and sobbed deeply in a fetal position as the pain overwhelmed her. You didn't really care.

"No one said you could stop. My will is that you finish what you started"

She was no doubt in agony, but yet she still got back to her knees and placed her mouth over your cock, sobbing all the while. The intensity she had earlier was gone as her body physically did not have the energy required to maintain her earlier technique.

"Oh this is bullshit. My will is that you open your mouth and let me handle it"

You grabbed Sage with both your hands and roughly fucked her face. She had barely gotten a second to catch a breath and now again you weren't offering her any mercy. You were briefly afraid she'd faint from the pain, but she managed to stay lucid, unfortunately for her. Fucking her mouth like this was all you needed, and you felt a familiar pressure building before you ejaculated, filling her mouth as you felt the deep, intense pleasure of an orgasm.

She fell to the ground again, this time coughing up your cum onto the grass next to her. Her previously lovely face was a grimace of pain, coated in mucus, cum, tears, and saliva. You grabbed a water bottle and washed the worst of it off her. She had to look good for the grand finale. You gave her a few minutes to recover, not out of pity, mostly because you wanted her to choke for the longest time possible on the noose.

After her short moment of peace, you pulled her to her feet and faced her to the camera again.

"Well, wasn't that fun?"

Sage did not respond. She was broken beyond imagination, staring out into the void hoping it would all be over.

"Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for."

You pulled on the rope again, and Sage lifted off her feet. You tied the rope so that you wouldn't need to hold it again, and stepped over behind the camera to watch Sage die. "You can go now" you said to the camera girl, and she bolted without any hesitation, leaving her camera and the dying Sage behind.

Sage lived up to her beauty as she died, her toned legs dancing in the air as they looked for purchase, her breasts firm and prominent. As her face reddened, her movements slowed and the light behind Sage's eyes faded, her hands falling to the side as drifted into her final sleep.

You kept your cruel promise and posted her death everywhere you could find. You wondered what was more humiliating, the rape itself, or the fact that the last memories of her on the planet would be her violation and murder.

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A Robbery Gone Right

Devin pulled over on the side of the road, three houses down from Greg's house. He knew better than to park directly in front, after all, he was about to rob the place.

It was NOT easy finding out where this asshole lived, but the trouble he went through to get that information was worth it. Greg and his wife would be gone all week long on a vacation. He didn't know where they were going, and he didn't much care.

Devin was now standing off to the side of the house. He had memorized a detailed map of Greg's property and knew where all the hidden cameras were. There was one very small opening where he could sneak through and climb in through a second story window. It was his bedroom window, and Devin knew it was usually left unlocked. Greg was always very careful, but his wife Jennifer, was less so. She never bothered to latch the window, and Devin was thankful for that.

The bitch probably didn't even realize who she was married to.

Greg was one of the most prominent members of the biggest criminal syndicate in the city. He managed to keep his identity secret from the general public, but Devin knew who he was. Greg was responsible for most of the crime in this city. Executions and murders were performed right in the street, and the cops did jack shit about it. Most people would be upset by this fact, but Devin was a bit different.

Devin was the one who had performed many of those executions.

Shootings, stranglings, hangings, stabbings, or just plain old beating the shit out of someone, he did it all, and he was good at it.

When Greg took the higher position, he had the power to remove or add anybody he wanted in the syndicate. Devin and Greg never did quite get along, probably because they both tried to go for the same position. When Greg got it, Devin knew he was in trouble, and he was right. Greg fired him immediately.

That was more than three years ago.

The first year was nerve wracking, Devin was always looking out of the corner of his eye, seeing things in the shadows, thinking each day could be his last. But after a time, those feelings went away, and Devin was finally ready to return to town and exact his revenge. Devin knew Greg had an eye for expensive jewelry, and Devin figured he would have enough laying around to set himself up for life and leave the country for good. Of course, he would burn the house to the ground before leaving.

Devin reached the bedroom window, and sure enough, it slid open with ease. One of his scouts had determined that there were no alarm sensors on the second floor, so as long as he stayed up there, no one should ever know he was here.

The house randomly burning down might be a clue, but Greg had lots of enemies, they probably wouldn't be able to pin it on him.

He shuffled around, opening drawers and crawling under the bed. Not much here. Shit. He was sure the jewelry would be in the bedroom.

Devin let out a heavy sigh, then silenced himself up quickly when he heard a faint voice coming from across the hallway. Did the idiot forget his wife at home or something?

The ex-killer made his way down the hall, following the sound of the voice. It was very feminine, and it sounded like singing.

Bad singing.

There was a sliver of light peeking through a slightly open doorway. He peeked through, and saw a young woman hunched over a piano keyboard. Her back was to him, and she had large headphones over her ears. Devin slowly pushed open the door, and he finally realized what he was looking at.

Greg had a daughter.

An evil grin slowly made its way across Devin's face. He had no idea Greg had any children. It made sense that he would have kept this quiet for safety reasons. He looked around the room to try and learn something about her and noticed a stack of complicated looking textbooks on her dresser. Devin assumed the girl was college aged, though that didn't really matter to him. He had taken out many different kinds of targets before. He always did so without an ounce of guilt, and he was about to do it again.

His hands started trembling with excitement. He hadn't made a kill since he was in the syndicate, and he thought those days were long behind him. Now that he was presented with his current situation, he realized that that part of him would never fully go away. He felt like his old self again. Suddenly he became very aware of everything at once, like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

The girl was going back and forth between playing on her keyboard and writing stuff down. Apparently she was a songwriter. Devin had been a lots of different kinds of concerts. He could enjoy any talented musician, but it was clear that this girl was not one. Her singing was off key, her playing was sloppy, and the less said about her lyrics, the better. The world wasn't going to miss her.

But Greg definitely was.

He didn't even care about the jewelry anymore, he had a new goal. He wasn't going to rob Greg of his wife's jewelry. He was going to kill their daughter.

The girl wore a red flannel shirt, loose shorts, and pink bunny slippers. Her shoulder length hair was brown and shiny. He could smell her shampoo from where he stood. She must have taken a shower not long before he got here.

After observing the girl for about a minute, he started to hate her. She probably hadn't worked a day in her life. She was most likely getting a free ride to college, probably wasn't paying rent, and he figured Greg probably encouraged her to keep up with her music, despite her obvious lack of talent. Devin had worked his ass off starting at thirteen years old at his dad's restaurant. His dad was impressed with his hard work, and eventually introduced him to the world of organized crime. Devin overcame obstacle after obstacle, and eventually surpassed even his own father in the syndicate.

Then Greg took that away from him.

Devin was about to get even. He had no pity or remorse for the girl at all. If Greg was her father, then she must be an asshole too.

He looked around the room for some wort of weapon. He could easily kill her by beating her to death with his hands, but he didn't want to make too much noise. He considered sneaking up behind her and quickly snapping her neck, but that was much harder to do in real life than the movies made it seem. He had only successfully snapped a neck once, and it was on a very thin woman who was also unconscious. He could slit her throat, but he couldn't find any sharp objects. Devin chastised himself. He didn't expect to see any people here tonight, but he still should have been more prepared. He didn't have a single weapon on him.

Then he noticed the headphone wire that went from her headphones, down to the floor, then back up into the keyboard. It was rather long, he could easily wrap it around her neck several times. He smiled again. That's what he was going to do. He would strangle Greg's daughter with her own headphones cord.

Devin slowly crept up behind the girl. She remained oblivious to his presence.

He felt a little awkward at first, being out of the game for so long, but as soon as he sprung into motion, it was like he had never stopped.

His arms wrapped around the girl's head and neck in a sleeper hold. She squeaked out a small noise of surprise, but Devin's arms were so tightly around her neck that she only struggled for a few seconds before her arms fell to her sides. Devin kept her in the hold for a few more seconds, then let go. Her back arched over the back of her chair, and her head hung upside down behind her. Devin quickly unplugged the headphone wire from the keyboard and started wrapping it around her neck. A sleeper hold would only knock someone unconscious for a few seconds, so he knew he had to be quick. The girl's body started twitching as she began to cough. Devin wrapped the cord around her neck a couple more times as she awoke, then pulled hard on both sides. The girl's eyes shot open. She tried to scream, but could only gag instead. Her hands pawed at the cord around her neck, but it was too tightly wrapped around her neck. Her legs stomped and kicked, and her body shuffled in her chair, but Greg had too firm a grasp on her, she wasn't going anywhere. He had her right where he wanted her, it would only be a matter of moments now.

Devin was high on adrenaline. He was almost sad that it would be over soon. It was his first kill in over three years. He wasn't known for dragging out his victims' suffering, typically he would end them as quickly as possible and move on, but there was something about tonight that made him want to keep it going.

He also couldn't ignore how hard he was right now.

He never got any sort of sexual gratification from his kills in the past, but he was a man, and was very aware of how attractive this young woman was. Something about this girl, the fact that this was his first kill in a long time, and the fact that he was getting revenge on his enemy combined together to overwhelm his senses.

As Greg's daughter's eyes started to roll back in her head, he loosened his grip just a little. She started coughing violently as she finally received some much needed air. It still wasn't enough to breathe fully, but she wasn't in danger of fully asphyxiating at the moment. She tried to scream again, but her voice was raw and raspy from the strangling.

Devin felt her try to stand up from her chair, but he leaned in close and she froze up. He put the side of his face right up against her cheek. He placed both sides of the wire in one hand and pulled back enough to keep her airway constricted, and with his other hand he squeezed one of her breasts. They were average sized, and they felt nice in his hand. He squeezed her through her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. She gagged and coughed some more, and tried to protest, but the cord around her neck stopped her from being able to speak.

Devin squeezed her breast for a few more moments, then slowly made his way down her body, eventually finding his hand on her bare thigh. Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm. He rubbed his hand up and down her leg a few times, then he forcefully grabbed her crotch. Her body jumped in surprise. He rubbed her there for a few moments before his hand went around and up through the leg of her loose shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath. His hand touched her womanhood, and he swore he heard her moan.

Devin rubbed her gently, then put one of his fingers inside of her. He smiled as he felt how wet she was.

"Part of you likes this, don't you?"

He could see her eyes start to roll up again, and he thought he had choked her too hard with the cord, but he realized it was happening for another reason. The girl started gyrating her hips in time with his finger movements.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you? Does your daddy know how dirty of a slut his daughter is?"

Devin started kissing her neck and her face. He let go of the wire entirely so he could squeeze her breast again. This time he undid a few buttons on her flannel shirt first so he could feel her skin. He was enjoying the moment, but he wanted more.

In a few short seconds, Devin had scooped Greg's daughter up out of the chair and slammed her hard back first into her pink carpeted floor. Devin pulled her headphones off and ripped the cord out of them before tossing them away. He pinned her shoulders to the ground with both hands and laid on top of her. His crotch was resting on hers, with her legs spread on either side of his body. He removed one hand from her shoulders, the one he had used to finger her, and he covered her mouth with it, grabbing onto her face. He could feel her licking his palm as he started grinding against her. He quickly and awkwardly undid his pants with his free hand and finally pulled out his member. He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her tightly around her neck. The other he used to grip one of her legs tightly.

Devin maneuvered himself around one of the legs of her shorts and entered the girl, then started fucking her furiously. He hadn't been with a woman since his days in the syndicate. He wasn't able to trust anybody enough in the days since he left. To no surprise to himself, he didn't last very long before blowing his load inside of her. He grunted hard and the hand he had around the girl's neck tightened even more. Her hips bucked in time with his thrusts, and before he knew it, he was laying on top of her, breathing heavily. He was totally spent.

Still inside of her, he grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and looked her in the eyes fully for the first time. They were a pretty blue color. They were watery and bloodshot, but they were still beautiful. Something over came him, and he started kissing her passionately. He didn't really know what he was feeling in this moment, but he didn't care. He gave in totally to his feelings. The girl kissed him back just as intensely.

They kissed each other hard. It was wet and sloppy, both using their tongues. It could have been minutes or hours, Devin couldn't tell, but he was getting hard again. Luckily for him he was still inside of her from before. He started pumping away again. It took a little longer this time, but he exploded again inside of her. It had been so long since he had had any sort of sex. He could probably go all night if he wanted to.

He did want to, but he knew he couldn't. He was getting carried away, and he chastised himself internally for it. He never let emotions get in the way of a kill before.

Devin pulled himself out of her and he looked down at her and sighed. He grabbed both sides of the cord around her neck. Her eyes widened at the motion.

"Please..." she managed to say with her raspy and raw voice. "...don't kill me..."

Devin seriously considered it. This girl was something else.

"You can... COUGH... fuck me anytime you want. Just don't... kill... ACK!"

Devin tightened the cord. It was time. He had been here too long already.

"Sorry dear, but your time is up. Time to die."

He pulled as hard as he could and watched as her face started turning purple. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. It did her no good. Devin was too strong for her. She tried to roll away, but Devin had put enough of his weight on her to keep her in place. Her arms beat on him, but she was far too weak to stop him. He watched as her pretty blue eyes rolled back into her head. Her arms fell limply to the ground, and he knew she was out.

Devin knew to keep the pressure up for a bit longer to make sure she wasn't just unconscious, but dead. He kept pulling on the wire for a full minute after she had stopped moving, which was more than enough time. Finally he let go and let out a heavy sigh. He looked down at his kill.

Greg's daughter was lying on her back on the floor. Her legs were spread and her arms rested at her sides. Her face was pale and her eyes were mostly rolled up and empty. Her body was completely still. Her unbuttoned shirt revealed one of her breasts, and her loose shorts let him see her pussy, which was wet with her own juices and his semen. She still had her bunny slippers on.

Devin stood up and thought about burning the house down with her body still inside, but then he got an idea. He cracked his knuckles and walked around Greg's daughter's dead body. He sat down on the floor behind her head, then pulled her up into a sitting position, leaning her body against his. He put one hand under her chin and the other behind her head.

"I need the practice, dear. Hope you don't mind."

He twisted harshly.

He frowned. There was no snap.

He twisted in the other direction. Still no snap.

He let go of her head and let it droop downward. He closed his eyes and tried to remember exactly how to properly break someone's neck. He lifted up the girl's head and put her in position again. He counted to three then very harshly twisted her head.

CRACK!

"Yes, there it is!" He twisted in the other direction.

CRACK!

"Fuck yes, I still got it!"

Devin shoved her body to the side and she crashed into the floor, smacking her head into the ground. Her head lay at an awkward angle. It was clear that her neck was finally broken. Devin's excitement caused him to get hard again. He was somewhat disappointed that his target was already dead, as he could have used one last fuck before he left.

Then he decided go to ahead anyway.

Devin grabbed a wad of the girl's hair and lifted her head up. The weight of her body started to stretch out her neck beyond it's natural state. He grabbed both sides of the girl's head and shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth, then started fucking her head. Her arms swayed limply side to side. His arms were getting tired from all of the action of the evening, so he tossed her back to the floor. He straddled her head and started face fucking her on the ground. After a couple of minutes, he blew his last load of the night into her mouth with a loud grunt. He rolled off of her and lay on his back with his eyes closed for a few moments. If he wasn't careful, he could fall asleep here. He felt totally at peace with himself, like he was finally back to his old self again. He looked over at the girl, and gave a small laugh.

Her head was turned awkwardly to the side, and her neck was bent at an unnatural angle. Her eyes were looking in two different directions, and his semen was dripping out of her mouth and pooling on the carpet next to her head.

"Well, dear, it's time for me to go. Thanks for everything. Despite your dad being an asshole, you were quite alright... shitty music notwithstanding."

Devin turned to leave the room when he heard a phone vibrate. He looked around and found it. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand and looked at the notification. He read it out loud.

"From dad. Hey sweetie, how is everything going this evening?"

Devin pondered for a moment.

"Hmmm..."

He hit the camera icon. He walked over to Greg's daughter's corpse and took a few pictures, making sure to get the best angles, including a close up of her face with his semen dripping out of her mouth. Then he added a message.

"Take that Greg, you stupid fuck. I fucked your daughter then killed her. And she fucking liked it. Tell Jennifer I said hello, and that she's fucking next."

Devin looked over his message and the pictures and smiled. "That looks good! Send!"

After seeing that the message went through, he then threw the phone full force against the wall and watched it break apart into pieces. He left the girl's room, though not before taking one of her slippers as a memento, then made his way out of the window that he climbed in originally. He decided not to burn the house down. He wanted Greg's daughter's body to be found just as he left it. He supposed they would be able to figure out it was him, but he didn't care. He had a few friends, and decided to start a criminal organization of his own. Greg's daughter was the first kill Devin had made in a long time, but he knew that she wouldn't he his last.

Devin got into his car and drove away. Tomorrow he would need to make some calls and see some people. Somehow, someday, he would take down the whole syndicate that Greg worked for. Fuck all of them for letting him go. He would show them all.

He would show them all just like he showed Greg, by doing what he did best.

"I am the Executioner, and I'm fucking back! And I'm coming for all of you and your stupid families!"

His maniacal cackling echoed through the streets as he drove away.