A Night to Remember

The girl jumped, startled.

"Who are you?" She called into the dark night.

No reply from the stranger as they pushed her violently towards the floor, clawing at her skin. The girl let out a scream of panic. She didn't want to die, not like this.

"If it's money you want then you're wasting your time." She tried. "I'm a college student."

The stranger growled deeply. "Shut up. That's your one warning. If I were you, I'd take it. It's going to cost you if you don't."

The girl trembled with fear and the man loomed over her, his hot breath in her face. It was too dark in the room to make out his appearance.

"Please... don't do this."

He chuckled with glee seemingly finding joy in his victim's disadvantage. She played innocence well.

"I've been watching you. Now you'll pay the ultimate price for your actions."

The girl was puzzled, she had the right to be. Who was this guy?

"I'm sorry, for whatever I did. Really." She pleaded.

He was finished talking. She girl let out a scream as he shredded her clothes. There wasn't much to shred, just as he suspected. He left the thong on to use as leverage between him and the little slut.

Her legs were forced apart and he poked around her underwear-clad cunt. For starters, she was soaking wet. Despite her desperate screams, she was enjoying every minute of this.

"Please..." Her cries began to waver. Pleasure was taking over every sense and she couldn't resist it.

Fingers pressed roughly against the thin fabric, groping at her throbbing clit. She bit her lips til she tasted blood. It was too much... It was so good.

Suddenly the girl was flipped over, facing the floor. He pawed at her big ass cheeks, jiggled the weight of it. At her surprise, he pulled hard at the string between her ass. Hard. She was overwhelmed by the sharp sting. It hurt so bad and it felt so good.

"That's hurting me... don't." She muttered, dazed.

Instead, he pulled more, letting it snap back against her. The thong was wedged into her pussy lips making things uncomfortable for the girl.

He turned her back around. "I know you've been fucking people for money and then murdering them." He confessed. "But now it's got to stop."

"I, I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice shook. It was the voice of guilt.

He'd come to put her in her place. It was the only way.

He took the blade of his pocket knife to cut away her underwear.

"I don't know what you're talking about but I didn't kill anyone." She went on.

His hand grips her throat. "I've heard enough of your lies. You're nothing but a worthless little fuck toy. Girls like you were born just to be fucked."

She struggled to breathe, flailing around on the floor under his weight. He wouldn't let up until she quit. Then, he fished his hard cock from his pants. It throbbed as he positioned himself over her face, slapping her with it.

"Open up." She did.

He shoved his cock all the way back to her throat, making her gag. Thrusting against her as fast and as hard as he can, choking her with his cock. His cum exploded in her mouth and she was forced to swallow every drop.

"It'll be the last meal you'll ever have." He told her with a smile.

He put her on all fours while his cock recovered. Her ass was assaulted each time he brought his hand down on it. She shrieked and cried for forgiveness. She hadn't hasn't ever felt such pain in her life.

"Stop crying you little bitch. You know you deserve this." He picked up the remains from her ruined underwear and shoved them into her mouth.

Her muffled cries fueled her attacker even more. His cock rose back up, ready for more. He moved in behind her, stuffing his erection inside her wet little cunt with glee. He went deeper with each thrust.

She bellowed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, muffled by the gag in her mouth.

He didn't care about her pleasure. It was all about him. Too bad if it hurt. She was his fuck toy, his bitch.

With each thrust, he came closer to emptying his load. He ripped the gag out of her mouth way the very end.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He sped up.

"I, I'm sorry." She whimpered. She sobbed. His cock pulsed inside of her. Without a proper warning his cum splattered her insides.

The stranger stood up and slit her throat. "You've been a very bad girl, Brittany."

Behind him, there were foot steps. He heard a low chuckle. "That was Tasha." The girl said. "I'm Brittany. Looks like you killed the wrong bitch."