It was cool and windy, with a dark sky looming overhead like an approaching thunderstorm, but the dryness in the air and the smell of smoke said there would be no rain soon. The power was out and would be all night, giving me a perfect opportunity to act.
I took a drag from my cigarette and watched the apocalyptic orange glow of smoke-filtered sunlight replaced by the deeper orange from the fires burning in the distance that illuminated the silhouette of the dark suburban ridge line.
The time had come for me to take her. Without power there would be none of the things like lights, phones or alarms that protect the pretty girls of the world from monsters like me.
And she was a pretty girl. She lived in a dingbat up the hill from the JC and I had seen her walking down the street to catch the bus many times before. She was Mexican or something else that isn’t quite white. She had huge tits, red lips, cheaply dyed blond hair and always wore less clothing than the weather seemed to require. I had stalked her. I knew her routine. I knew she would come home around 5 and usually left around 8 to go out to party but had stayed home alone during the last blackout.
I drove up to her apartment in my van and threw on an orange vest and utility belt filled with some of my favorite tools. I was going to enjoy this night even if she wasn’t. I donned a PG&E helmet I had stolen and climbed the outdoor steps up to her apartment. I knocked on the door and she opened it. She was alone, barefoot, wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, her apartment lit by vanilla scented candles.
“When we shut the power off your smart meter told us there’s a problem with the wiring in the building. We want to find it to eliminate a safety hazard before the power comes back on. It should only take me about 5 minutes” I said.
She was dumb and trusting enough to open the door. “I’ll check your kitchen first,” I said as I walked through the door “can you point me to it.” As she closed the door, momentarily turning her back to me, I struck, grabbing the front of her neck and tightly squeezing her throat with my left hand as my right hand held a knife to her throat “be quiet and you live. Scream or disobey and you die. Do you understand, puta?”
“Yes, sir” she replied quietly
“Drop those shorts for me, cunt,” I say, my knife poking into the skin of her jawline, just about to break through
She slides her hands down and pulls the shorts down, letting them drop to the floor
I rub my hard cock against her ass through the panties and move my right hand with the knife down her body, and slice through the front of them along her right thigh. I repeat the cut on the left side, freeing them, leaving them only held up by my cock pressing against her ass. I grab the panties, which are wet in the crotch and pull them from between us
“You like this, don’t you, slut”
“No. Please stop”
“Liar!” I exclaim as I slam her head into the door with all my strength, stunning her. Before she can regain her bearings, jam my knee into hers, bringing her down to the floor, before I deliver another powerful blow to her face with my right hand, holding the now retracted box cutter in my fist.
“You made me do this, slut” I say as I grab her head and thump it against the carpet. “This is what happens to lying cunts like you”
She’s still stunned or terrified as I straddle her and pull the sweatshirt off of her revealing her large breasts
I grab her tits, mashing them and kiss her lips. Not because she will enjoy it, but because I can. I sit up as I thrust my cock into my new slut’s pussy, which is surprisingly wet. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you, puta?”
“No. And I’m not a whore,” she said weakly
“Of course not. You give it away for free, but I know you like it”
“Please stop,” she says, starting to cry quietly in choking terrified gasps. I’m enjoying this too much to cum quickly. With each thrust of my cock I slap her left tit. After a couple of minutes of this, I switch to mashing with my right hand and slapping with my left. She starts to struggle, so I punch her in the face l, giving her a bloody nose to remind her to be a good girl. I feel myself about to cum and push hard into her, filling her with my seed.
I pull out and she starts to curl into the fetal position. I stand over her, bending down and grab her wrists tightly enough to leave bruises and growl “did I say you could move, cunt?”
She doesn’t answer, terrified, so I repeat “Did I fucking say you could move your whore ass?”
“No,” she said weakly, crying.
I grab her and pull her into her bedroom. I want her to not have any place in her apartment that doesn’t remind her of tonight. I tie her face down to the bed with her legs spread and begin going through her drawers, finding her vibrator and some lube.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day, whore. I knew I was gonna fuck your ass dry, but now you get some lube. And a vibrator to focus on if this is too much for you.”
I say as I shove her vibrator into her cunt and begin fucking her ass. Her ass is tight. And she screams as I enter her. I shove her head into the pillow to silence her screams and soon she quiets. I continue sliding in and out of her ass, leaning forward and telling her how she’s a dirty slut and how girls who dress like her deserve to be raped.
I finish and wipe the shit and blood and lube from my dick in her hair and cut the exhausted girl free, leaving her balled up crying in her bed with her vibrator still running and I disappear into the dark, smoky night as the fires move closer.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dr69tk/california_fires_mfncviolent
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