This choice: a weak looking yellow girl with pink hair. • Go Back... The first girl that arrives looks like an easy target. A frail yellow girl with pink hair, you think you might have seen her outside passing out some kind of flier. She may not have much meat on her, but she'd be a perfectly easy target. You grin slyly, quietly click the door locked from other visitors, and move up behind her. She heads to the sink, a stack of fliers still in her hand. It looks like she came here to pout more than use the restroom, but that's just as well.
You slide up behind her, moving one bare hand around her waist to tug her back against you, then the knife wielding hand up to her throat, allowing her to feel the blade. You press your naked form against her from behind and thrust your hips teasingly.
"Well look what we have here," you say firmly, "A little slut for my pleasure."
"Oh not again," the girl whimpers, stiffening, but not resisting at all, "Please don't hurt me, I'll let you do whatever you want."
You smirk, "You sound like this happens often."
She didn't answer, and you move around to her front. You back her against the far corner of the sink, then slice the knife up through her skirt. You tear it off, then slide the knife upwards to slice through the cringing girls shirt. Tearing off her panties and bra, you leave the torn clothing in a pile on the sink. The shy girl covers her breasts with one hand and her slit with the other, and is already crying.
"You make noise, and I gut you, slut," you warn her.
She nods as she chokes on a sob, tears streaming down her face. You pull her close, your two naked skins rubbing against each other, yours and her breasts smushing together delightfully between you, and you rub your moist cunt against the hand that is trying to cover her own. You lean your head forward and run your tongue up the side of her face. Her tears are so delicious that you have to lick several more times, which only makes her sob more.
"Move your hands," you firmly tell her.
She did. It really seemed like this girl was used to being raped, so she would be in quite the surprise that you had more lethal intentions. You enjoy her warm body a bit longer, moving your knifeless hand to rub your fingers against her pussy. She was a bit dry, certainly not into this at all, but you didn't care. In fact, you preferred completely unwilling prey. You teasingly drag the knife down from her breasts to her cunt, allowing it to press against the flesh just enough to leave a red mark.
"Please please," sobbed the girl, "I'll let you do whatever you want to me, you don't have to hurt me. I.. I... did you want me to go down on you?" She was really used to the motions, indeed.
You look her over again, two of your fingers now pressed into her pussy probing about inside her. There's enough foreplay, it's time to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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