Rain was pouring down the night I made my first kill. My lover had fed me drugs and shots of whiskey and I was feeling no pain. Even in my fucked-up state I knew I had to obey him or my punishment would be without mercy.
Looking for my prey brought out my seductive side. I would sidle up to men, brushing them innocently with my huge 36FFF tits. The more attention they gave me, the more my pussy would twitch. I had no interest in having sex with them though. It was just a game to get them to take me home. Once we got there, it would all change.
My current Master was waiting there for me. If I complied and brought a victim home, he would reward me with a shot of liquid paradise, right into my vein. I was addicted to it. It made my inhibitions melt and brought out my animal side. I became a huntress, ready for the smell of blood.
My catch tonight was a skinny young drifter. After a few drinks and the promise of a sexual marathon, he was ready to follow me anywhere. He barely made it through the door before the Master was upon him. I heard him gasp once as he realized his mistake.
The Master hit him hard. He tumbled once and we were both upon him. I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I tied his hands together and left him facedown on the floor. I took a long , sharp blade and sat down at his head. Master knelt behind him, ripping off his clothes, revealing a firm, round ass. His eyes sparkled with joy as he pulled out his cock. It was then my job to grease it and guide it against the puckered ass-pussy of my victim. I heard the drifter scream as Master rammed him hard. I pulled the drifter’s face against my pussy so I could feel his pain and the vibrations of his cries. It seemed to go on forever as Master violated his young ass, tearing it like raw meat. Finally, he reached his climax, filling the damaged fuck hole with cream. I screamed to the devils in hell.
I flipped him over. He babbled incoherently as I raised my stiletto over his scrotum and popped his nutsac like meat balloons. His scream was cut short when Master cut his throat. Afterward, Master would give me another dose and we’d fuck in the blood of our victim.
Tomorrow, I may be dead at his hands (or yours) but tonight I will just bask in the glory of the kill.
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