By Eric Robert, EricRRobert@hotmail.com
She kills seven brothers to satisfy her urges.
By Eric Robert, EricRobert@chiasmus.reno.nv.us
She kills seven brothers to satisfy her urges.
( Written for a friend who runs a Yahoo club :) (That friend was me ;) - Yeah really! He sent the original copy of this letter in my deleted Yahoo club @ lethal_lady_in_panties@yahoo.com way back 3 years ago...I think.)
Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're under the legal limit, or
if you don't like violence, or if you don't like f/m snuff story. - Tasha M. )
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As she walked up the stone stairs to the Psi Upsilon fraternity, a slight smile flickered across her lips. She hadn't done this in a long time. Too long, really. She knew one day she might be caught, but that never bothered her before, and it wasn't about to stop her now.
It was the perfect time - 7:30 in the morning. All the boys would be getting ready for class. She turned the knob and walked inside.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from around the corner. Soon, a tall, 19 year old boy stepped out of what was apparently the kitchen, glistening with sweat and steam. His short, damp brown hair clung to his forehead, and his pecs were rock hard. Clearly, he had spent plenty of time in the weight room. He had apparently been washing the dishes before breakfast, and was wearing only a tight pair of light blue bikini briefs. She noticed appreciably his firm sizeable package, and smiled. "Yes.. you can."
"Well, what can I..." he began, and then stopped short. She had begun to peel off her shirt. She pulled the tight garment over her head, reavealing perfect, firm globes with high, erect nipples. Then, without a word, she unzipped her skirt and let it float to the floor, leaving her in only black thong underwear. The boy's pupils dilated. "Ohh..." he mumbled.
Without another word, he pressed his chest into her and begin sucking on her neck, her exquisite tits, his fingers reaching around to clutch at her round ass, to brush against her dripping pussy.
His ecstasy was cut short. Suddenly, she slammed her elbow into his nose, crushing it instantly. His hands flew to his face as he stumbled back. "What the...?!?!" he began to yell.
He was cut off as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her deep cleavage, silencing him. "No, no," she whispered, "I can't have you waking everyone up. Not yet." She was well aware that he was completely unable to breathe. With one hand, she continued to smash his face against her breasts, while, with the other, she ripped his tight sweat shorts from his body and begin to massage his erect, firm cock. He struggled, screaming silent cries of panic into her soft chest, but despite his magnificantly muscled body, he was no match for her.
Soon, his cock was completely engorged, but his struggles were becoming weaker and weaker. "Come for me before you die, baby," she whispered. "I want to feel your hot cum against my thighs." He began to sob. She could feel the blood from his broken nose and his tears mixing and dripping down her chest. "Don't fight it," she whispered. "You know I now own you completely." Seconds later, he came forcefully, spewing what seemed like gallons of cum onto her strong, tight thighs. It was the last action he would ever perform. She clutched his limp form to her
chest for a few more seconds to ensure he was dead, and then let him fall to the floor.
By now she was absolutely sopping wet. "That was wonderful," she thought, "but I need something for myself." Looking down at the blood on her chest and cum on her thighs, she mentally added, "And I could use a shower." Leaving the dead dishwasher in a heap on the floor, she turned and headed up the stairs.
Soon she came to the shower room, and peered around the corner. It was a dream come true. The Psi Upsilon shower room consisted of one giant room with a tile floor and six shower nozzles. All six showers were in use by various frat brothers. Because of their natural homophobia, they refused to be naked with each other, and instead wore tight, form-fitting bikini briefs.
Breathing heavily with lust, she stepped around the corner and into the shower. For a moment, there was silence as all six hunks stared at her in lust. One of them dropped a bottle of shampoo, but other than that, there was no noise except the running showers. Clearly, they were all stunned to see a gorgeous, perfect woman standing before them, wearing nothing but thong underwear, and smiling like she knew something they didn't.
Finally, the biggest one, a gorgeous man who looked like an amateur bodybuilder with a blonde buzzcut, stepped forward. "Look, bitch," he began, "I don't know what the fuck you think you're doi.. FUCK!"
She had playfully punched him in the ear, enraging him. Pissed off beyond all control, he threw a crushing punch at her head, but she lightly stepped aside and slammed her knee into his midsection. Groaning in pain, he doubled over. She stepped beside him and put him in a headlock. "Dave..." he moaned.
A tall boy, probably 6'5", who must have been Dave, charged her from behind. Without looking back, she thrust her powerful leg backwards in a mule kick that caught him directly in the balls. Screaming, he collapsed to his knees in agony, sobbing into the drain, his tears mixing with the hot shower. Then, swinging the same leg forward, she slammed her knee into Buzzcut's groin, pivoted, and threw his agonized body on top of Dave. They collapsed on top of each other in a heap. "Men." she said contemptuously. Then, stepping forward, she delivered four sharp blows to Dave's groin in succession, emasculating him, destroying his balls and sending him into catatonic shock. Without medical treatment, she knew he would be dead soon.
The remaining four brothers had stared at this scene, shocked, but now charged her, bent on revenge. She wasted no time in disabling them all. The first one, a 20-year-old red head with an enormous package, received a swift chop to the neck which left him leaning against the shower wall, clutching at the nozzles, gasping for breath. The second apparently had some karate training, for he threw a hard, solid crescent kick at her face, but she merely ducked slightly, grabbed his ankle, and lifted his leg sharply above his head. He may have been strong, but he wasn't flexible; the pressure tore his groin muscles and as he hit the floor, he found that his legs had been made completely useless.
The third brother, a blonde who looked like a surfer, with long, shoulder-length hair and innocent features, was looking incredibly nervous by this time, but charged her nonetheless. She knocked him unconscious with a single blow to the chin, and turned to the final standing boy.
He was huddled in a corner, shaking in fear, a scene that looked ridiculous considering his 6'3 stature and powerful build. She walked over to him slowly. "A stud like you shouldn't be quivering," she said. "Let me help you relax." With that, she began to slowly stroke his cock through his bikini briefs, which became erect immediately. It was enormous; it streched the fabric of the skimpy underwear so much that the elastic couldn't reach his skin in places. His lust quickly overcame his fear and he began to suck enthusiasticly on her tits.
Soon he was gasping with desire. As she stroked and he sucked, she became aware that the red-head had recovered and was trying to creep up on her from behind. Without missing a stroke, she threw her free elbow into his chest, grabbed his balls as he doubled over, and squeezed him until he collapsed on the ground. Then, still stroking the brother's enormous cock, she stomped on his larynx, crushing it instantly. He was dead in seconds.
At the very moment of his death, the well-hung hunk in front of her began to moan and spasm, and soon his bikini briefs was entirely soaked in cum. She smiled. "Did that relax you?" she asked. He still looked uneasy, but grinned and nodded. "Good!" she replied. With that, she drove her knee into his spent testicles and her elbow into his neck at the same time, with incredible force. He was dead by the time his head collapsed onto the back of the red-head's lifeless legs.
"God, I'm wet, now!!" she exclaimed. "I need..." Then her eyes fell upon the tall surfer boy, just beginning to stir from the solid punch she had given him. "Perfect." she said with a sly smile.
Striding over to him, she kicked him in his chest, sending him back to the floor. Then she grabbed his hair with both of her hands and pulled him into the center of the shower room. Flipping him over, she slid her thong over to one side and lowered the swelling, dripping, red lips of her pussy onto his face, covering his mouth and nose.
"Oh! God! Yes, this is wonderful," she gasped. Then she noticed two things: One, Buzzcut was beginning to stir from on top of his now-unconscious friend, and two, the martial arts guy, still in agony from his torn groin, was lying directly underneath the shower nozzle, with the water pouring into his mouth and nose. He was sputtering, unable to get away due to his injury. She smiled, and turned to Buzzcut.
"Are you enjoying watching your friends die?" she asked. He tried to get up, but collapsed again from the searing pain in his balls. "Oh, god, you crazy..." "Not yet." she interrupted. "You'll get your turn; be patient." Then, she began to rub her pussy up and down the surfer's face with increased intensity. "Oh, shit!" she screamed. "Oh, yes!" She looked down and saw that his huge member was standing at attention, pointing to the sky, despite the fact that he was being smothered to death. "Oh, god! I'm going to CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!" She was really screaming now. Bucking her hips in the throes of ecstasy, she twisted his neck sharply to the left, snapping it instantly. Gratified, she collapsed, warm and relaxed, on top of his lifeless form for a few seconds and appraised the situation.
The Karate Kid, helpless under the shower nozzle, was almost gone now. His brain had been deprived of oxygen for so long that his limbs were twitching. Similarly, Dave appeared to be already dead from the shock. That left only Buzzcut, who was beginning to be able to climb to his feet.
"God damn, I'm going to kill you," he moaned. She just laughed. As he staggered toward her, he managed to throw one poorly-aimed punch. She grinned, easily pushed it aside, pushed his head toward the floor, and caught it between her powerful thighs.
With her legs cutting off the blood flow to his brain, she knew it was only a matter of time until he became the seventh casualty of the night. Already turned on again, she began to masturbate, all the time gripping his neck between her thighs. Thirty seconds later, she had a silent, but powerful orgasm, and his corpse was dangling lifeless between her legs. She separated them and let him fall to the floor.
She decided to take a quick shower, and as she washed the blood, cum, and vaginal juices from her glistening form, she regarded the scene before her. Six perfect male bodies, all sprawled in front of her, with Buzzcut's corpse lying on top of Dave, the well hung hunk laying with his face on the dead red-head's crotch, as though sucking his cock, the surfer face up and white in the center of the room, his face still sticky with her pussy juice, and the karate boy drowned in a puddle of water next to him, his hair clogging the drain of the shower.
Smiling, she dried herself off, walked downstairs, and pulled her clothes back on over her tight thighs and hard, erect nipples. As she walked to her car, she unconsciously fingered herself a third time. She would think of this for many nights to come...
The End
She kills seven brothers to satisfy her urges.
By Eric Robert, EricRobert@chiasmus.reno.nv.us
She kills seven brothers to satisfy her urges.
( Written for a friend who runs a Yahoo club :) (That friend was me ;) - Yeah really! He sent the original copy of this letter in my deleted Yahoo club @ lethal_lady_in_panties@yahoo.com way back 3 years ago...I think.)
Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're under the legal limit, or
if you don't like violence, or if you don't like f/m snuff story. - Tasha M. )
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As she walked up the stone stairs to the Psi Upsilon fraternity, a slight smile flickered across her lips. She hadn't done this in a long time. Too long, really. She knew one day she might be caught, but that never bothered her before, and it wasn't about to stop her now.
It was the perfect time - 7:30 in the morning. All the boys would be getting ready for class. She turned the knob and walked inside.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from around the corner. Soon, a tall, 19 year old boy stepped out of what was apparently the kitchen, glistening with sweat and steam. His short, damp brown hair clung to his forehead, and his pecs were rock hard. Clearly, he had spent plenty of time in the weight room. He had apparently been washing the dishes before breakfast, and was wearing only a tight pair of light blue bikini briefs. She noticed appreciably his firm sizeable package, and smiled. "Yes.. you can."
"Well, what can I..." he began, and then stopped short. She had begun to peel off her shirt. She pulled the tight garment over her head, reavealing perfect, firm globes with high, erect nipples. Then, without a word, she unzipped her skirt and let it float to the floor, leaving her in only black thong underwear. The boy's pupils dilated. "Ohh..." he mumbled.
Without another word, he pressed his chest into her and begin sucking on her neck, her exquisite tits, his fingers reaching around to clutch at her round ass, to brush against her dripping pussy.
His ecstasy was cut short. Suddenly, she slammed her elbow into his nose, crushing it instantly. His hands flew to his face as he stumbled back. "What the...?!?!" he began to yell.
He was cut off as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her deep cleavage, silencing him. "No, no," she whispered, "I can't have you waking everyone up. Not yet." She was well aware that he was completely unable to breathe. With one hand, she continued to smash his face against her breasts, while, with the other, she ripped his tight sweat shorts from his body and begin to massage his erect, firm cock. He struggled, screaming silent cries of panic into her soft chest, but despite his magnificantly muscled body, he was no match for her.
Soon, his cock was completely engorged, but his struggles were becoming weaker and weaker. "Come for me before you die, baby," she whispered. "I want to feel your hot cum against my thighs." He began to sob. She could feel the blood from his broken nose and his tears mixing and dripping down her chest. "Don't fight it," she whispered. "You know I now own you completely." Seconds later, he came forcefully, spewing what seemed like gallons of cum onto her strong, tight thighs. It was the last action he would ever perform. She clutched his limp form to her
chest for a few more seconds to ensure he was dead, and then let him fall to the floor.
By now she was absolutely sopping wet. "That was wonderful," she thought, "but I need something for myself." Looking down at the blood on her chest and cum on her thighs, she mentally added, "And I could use a shower." Leaving the dead dishwasher in a heap on the floor, she turned and headed up the stairs.
Soon she came to the shower room, and peered around the corner. It was a dream come true. The Psi Upsilon shower room consisted of one giant room with a tile floor and six shower nozzles. All six showers were in use by various frat brothers. Because of their natural homophobia, they refused to be naked with each other, and instead wore tight, form-fitting bikini briefs.
Breathing heavily with lust, she stepped around the corner and into the shower. For a moment, there was silence as all six hunks stared at her in lust. One of them dropped a bottle of shampoo, but other than that, there was no noise except the running showers. Clearly, they were all stunned to see a gorgeous, perfect woman standing before them, wearing nothing but thong underwear, and smiling like she knew something they didn't.
Finally, the biggest one, a gorgeous man who looked like an amateur bodybuilder with a blonde buzzcut, stepped forward. "Look, bitch," he began, "I don't know what the fuck you think you're doi.. FUCK!"
She had playfully punched him in the ear, enraging him. Pissed off beyond all control, he threw a crushing punch at her head, but she lightly stepped aside and slammed her knee into his midsection. Groaning in pain, he doubled over. She stepped beside him and put him in a headlock. "Dave..." he moaned.
A tall boy, probably 6'5", who must have been Dave, charged her from behind. Without looking back, she thrust her powerful leg backwards in a mule kick that caught him directly in the balls. Screaming, he collapsed to his knees in agony, sobbing into the drain, his tears mixing with the hot shower. Then, swinging the same leg forward, she slammed her knee into Buzzcut's groin, pivoted, and threw his agonized body on top of Dave. They collapsed on top of each other in a heap. "Men." she said contemptuously. Then, stepping forward, she delivered four sharp blows to Dave's groin in succession, emasculating him, destroying his balls and sending him into catatonic shock. Without medical treatment, she knew he would be dead soon.
The remaining four brothers had stared at this scene, shocked, but now charged her, bent on revenge. She wasted no time in disabling them all. The first one, a 20-year-old red head with an enormous package, received a swift chop to the neck which left him leaning against the shower wall, clutching at the nozzles, gasping for breath. The second apparently had some karate training, for he threw a hard, solid crescent kick at her face, but she merely ducked slightly, grabbed his ankle, and lifted his leg sharply above his head. He may have been strong, but he wasn't flexible; the pressure tore his groin muscles and as he hit the floor, he found that his legs had been made completely useless.
The third brother, a blonde who looked like a surfer, with long, shoulder-length hair and innocent features, was looking incredibly nervous by this time, but charged her nonetheless. She knocked him unconscious with a single blow to the chin, and turned to the final standing boy.
He was huddled in a corner, shaking in fear, a scene that looked ridiculous considering his 6'3 stature and powerful build. She walked over to him slowly. "A stud like you shouldn't be quivering," she said. "Let me help you relax." With that, she began to slowly stroke his cock through his bikini briefs, which became erect immediately. It was enormous; it streched the fabric of the skimpy underwear so much that the elastic couldn't reach his skin in places. His lust quickly overcame his fear and he began to suck enthusiasticly on her tits.
Soon he was gasping with desire. As she stroked and he sucked, she became aware that the red-head had recovered and was trying to creep up on her from behind. Without missing a stroke, she threw her free elbow into his chest, grabbed his balls as he doubled over, and squeezed him until he collapsed on the ground. Then, still stroking the brother's enormous cock, she stomped on his larynx, crushing it instantly. He was dead in seconds.
At the very moment of his death, the well-hung hunk in front of her began to moan and spasm, and soon his bikini briefs was entirely soaked in cum. She smiled. "Did that relax you?" she asked. He still looked uneasy, but grinned and nodded. "Good!" she replied. With that, she drove her knee into his spent testicles and her elbow into his neck at the same time, with incredible force. He was dead by the time his head collapsed onto the back of the red-head's lifeless legs.
"God, I'm wet, now!!" she exclaimed. "I need..." Then her eyes fell upon the tall surfer boy, just beginning to stir from the solid punch she had given him. "Perfect." she said with a sly smile.
Striding over to him, she kicked him in his chest, sending him back to the floor. Then she grabbed his hair with both of her hands and pulled him into the center of the shower room. Flipping him over, she slid her thong over to one side and lowered the swelling, dripping, red lips of her pussy onto his face, covering his mouth and nose.
"Oh! God! Yes, this is wonderful," she gasped. Then she noticed two things: One, Buzzcut was beginning to stir from on top of his now-unconscious friend, and two, the martial arts guy, still in agony from his torn groin, was lying directly underneath the shower nozzle, with the water pouring into his mouth and nose. He was sputtering, unable to get away due to his injury. She smiled, and turned to Buzzcut.
"Are you enjoying watching your friends die?" she asked. He tried to get up, but collapsed again from the searing pain in his balls. "Oh, god, you crazy..." "Not yet." she interrupted. "You'll get your turn; be patient." Then, she began to rub her pussy up and down the surfer's face with increased intensity. "Oh, shit!" she screamed. "Oh, yes!" She looked down and saw that his huge member was standing at attention, pointing to the sky, despite the fact that he was being smothered to death. "Oh, god! I'm going to CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!" She was really screaming now. Bucking her hips in the throes of ecstasy, she twisted his neck sharply to the left, snapping it instantly. Gratified, she collapsed, warm and relaxed, on top of his lifeless form for a few seconds and appraised the situation.
The Karate Kid, helpless under the shower nozzle, was almost gone now. His brain had been deprived of oxygen for so long that his limbs were twitching. Similarly, Dave appeared to be already dead from the shock. That left only Buzzcut, who was beginning to be able to climb to his feet.
"God damn, I'm going to kill you," he moaned. She just laughed. As he staggered toward her, he managed to throw one poorly-aimed punch. She grinned, easily pushed it aside, pushed his head toward the floor, and caught it between her powerful thighs.
With her legs cutting off the blood flow to his brain, she knew it was only a matter of time until he became the seventh casualty of the night. Already turned on again, she began to masturbate, all the time gripping his neck between her thighs. Thirty seconds later, she had a silent, but powerful orgasm, and his corpse was dangling lifeless between her legs. She separated them and let him fall to the floor.
She decided to take a quick shower, and as she washed the blood, cum, and vaginal juices from her glistening form, she regarded the scene before her. Six perfect male bodies, all sprawled in front of her, with Buzzcut's corpse lying on top of Dave, the well hung hunk laying with his face on the dead red-head's crotch, as though sucking his cock, the surfer face up and white in the center of the room, his face still sticky with her pussy juice, and the karate boy drowned in a puddle of water next to him, his hair clogging the drain of the shower.
Smiling, she dried herself off, walked downstairs, and pulled her clothes back on over her tight thighs and hard, erect nipples. As she walked to her car, she unconsciously fingered herself a third time. She would think of this for many nights to come...
The End