4 #2
Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to have to kill every last one of them, aren’t I?
That’s a lot of people to add to my list of fifteen names. But if Finn dares raise his hand—
“Oh, wait.” He pulls down my panties too, and I let out a very undignified squeak. “Daddy dearest used to do it on the bare, huh?”
“Fuck… you.”
“One thing at a time. You can fuck me after.”
Smack.
My eyes water from the blow. I’ve been punched, strangled, stabbed, shot—nothing quite compares to the force of his palm against my backside.
The humiliation of it—the powerlessness of it—the way the sting causes a damp spot to form against his pants.
Oh, god. They’re khaki-colored. He’s going to have a big wet spot for the whole campus to see. And he’ll know my pussy made it.
Smack.
I don’t have to look to know it. The eyes of every student burn into me. And the professor—my future victim—is staring straight at me, his mouth hanging open. The lecture has stopped, and every single person in the hall watches as Finn punishes me.
I’ve never been so humiliated. I’ve never been humiliated, period.
And holy hell, does it hurt. All I can do is sink into his lap as he continues to punish my cheeks, his hand battering over the swell of my ass, down to my thighs.
It feels endless, and loud sobs cleave the air.
I realize after a while that they’re mine.
At last, he stops, pulling me into his lap, my skirt still around my middle and my panties at my ankles. “Are you going to be my good girl now?”
When I don’t answer right away, he grabs my right ass cheek and… squeezes.
“I, uhm… yes.”
“Yes who?”
The squeeze turns into another loud smack. “Yes, asshole.”
“Careful there, baby,” he breathes in my ear. “I’m happy to go in for round two. But I have a feeling your cute little butt—and your pride—can’t take it. Yes who?”
I bite my lower lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He gives me a pat on the butt and loosens his hold on me.
I struggle to a standing position, wipe my eyes then quickly pull up my panties and readjust myself.
I glower at every student who’s still looking at me, and my murderous expression seems to scare them into quickly turning back around.
Well, good. At least I still have it in me to frighten people.
Walking down the rows all the way to the exit is the last thing I want to do, with everyone’s eyes on me. But even worse would be staying here, in this stifling room.
So, gathering whatever pride I have left, I walk down, holding my head resolutely high.
I’m a serial killer, damn it. It’s going to take more than a public spanking to break me.
“Hey, wait a minute,” says Professor Cotton, stopping me by the arm. “Are you okay? What’s your name?”
I look at him, hesitating. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. The humiliation fades as panic sets in. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go at all. He shouldn’t know my name. He shouldn’t even notice me.
“Cass Henley,” says a voice behind me. “Her name is Cass Henley.”
He lays a hand on my arm, and I struggle to get out of his grip, in vain.
“Cass Henley,” repeats Professor Cotton, eyeing both of us. “Young man, why don’t you step outside for a moment? I’d like a word with Ms. Henley.”
I grit my teeth, suspecting what that word is. I don’t need his help. The whole situation is ridiculous. He’s going to die this afternoon by my hands, and yet he thinks I need his help.
Finn’s hold on my arm only tightens, while his other arm wraps around my waist.
“You can talk in front of me,” he smirks. “I don’t mind. I’m her—tell him what I am, Cass. Go on.”
The arm around my waist loosens so that his hand can rub over the swell of my ass threateningly.
By now I’ve found my cool again. Two can play at this game. I can show him just how unaffected he makes me. I have a feeling nothing could bother him more.
“He’s my Daddy.” I smile sweetly.
“Good girl,” says Finn approvingly, patting my ass again.
“Uh… okay.” The professor clears his throat. “I’m sorry for not putting a stop to the situation, Ms. Henley. I was… surprised.”
“That, you were,” gloats Finn. “Bet you wanted a piece of that ass, didn’t you?”
“I… uhm…”
“That’s okay, professor,” I say. “I’m very proud of my ass. I’m glad I got to show it off.”
He chokes on his saliva, and a titter rises up from the front row. I turn to them, and instead of the murderous glare I used before, I give them another sweet smile. They seem a lot less interested, suddenly. Guess it’s not as enjoyable to make fun of someone who’s in on the joke.
And who’s going to murder you.
“C’mon, baby,” says Finn loudly, leading me out of the class. “Let’s go change your diaper.
I suck in a few deep breaths, determined to prove to him how little I care.
The minute we’re outside, he pushes me against the wall, hiking up my skirt again, only this time, it’s to smack a palm against my pussy.
“It’s a shame I’m gonna have to kill you soon,” he groans, pressing his stiffness to my stomach. “I’m having so much fun playing with you.”
People are staring at us, I want to say. But I bite down on the retort, and instead, slowly rock my hips against him, moaning in his ear when his hand dips under my panties and strokes my wetness.
Two can play at this game.
“I also like toying with my prey,” I breathe. “Daddy.”
“Fuck, Cass.” He unzips his pants, his cock pushing easily into my soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment for the past five years.
Fucking you hard in every hole until you’re a crying mess.
Punishing you until you beg for mercy. But the only mercy you’ll get is a gun in your mouth.
You’ll suck on it until I shoot you with it.
I can’t wait to see your grey matter splatter against the wall behind you.
The only thing I can’t decide is… do I get all my fucking out before, or will I enjoy fucking your corpse too? ”
As he speaks, he drives hard into me, his every thrust leaving me breathless. My pussy milks him greedily, his words sending fire to my core. I guess that makes me messed up, but I’ve known that for a while, haven’t I?
He grabs my legs, lifting them so his cock hits me at a new, deeper angle, and I whimper. I wrap my legs around him, and he fucks into me harder, his hands gripping my very sore ass.
“The only problem,” he grunts, while my pussy twitches and spasms around him, and an orgasm rolls through me, “is that if I get all my fucking out before… well, you’re just never gonna die, are you?
Because I don’t think I can ever get all the fucking out of my system.
Which is too bad, because you’d make… such a pretty…
dead… girl…” His last words are punctuated by short, hard thrusts that make me whimper.
Then, with a groan, he pulls out, pushes me down on the ground, and his cum falls all over my face.
I’m far past caring about the dozens of students who’ve gathered and are staring at us. Maybe some part of me never did.
He swipes at the cum on my face, dragging it to my lips. “Suck, baby.”
I suck each of his fingers off as he pumps them into my mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock in my pussy. When he gets to his thumb, he leaves it in, patting my head while I suck.
“That’s my good girl,” he croons. “Maybe I’ll buy you a pacifier. You sure like to suck, huh?”
“I do,” I smile, after he’s finally freed my mouth of his thumb. “I’ve heard corpses often have hard-ons. Maybe I’d like to dabble in a bit of necrophilia, too.
“Hmm.” I can tell my reactions—or lack thereof—are annoying him, but he merely pats my head again and helps me stand up. “You don’t have a date tonight, do you?”
“Huh?”
“To the masked ball.”
“Uhm… no, I guess not.”
“That’s what I thought. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t have another fucker to kill. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“You’ll… what?” No matter how determined I am to come off as unbothered, he has a way of taking me by surprise. “What the hell do you mean, you’re picking me up? As in, a date? What decade are we in again, the 1950s?”
“Careful, baby,” he murmurs, pulling up my panties and snapping them against my sore cheeks. “I don’t have a lot of patience with brattiness.”
“Well,” I smile sweetly, slipping my arms around him and kissing his lips. “Lucky for you, I have a lot of patience with my victims. Sure, Finn, you can be my date. But wouldn’t it be a whole lot more fun if we had to find each other?”
“Uh… what?” For the first time, he looks unsettled, his arms hanging limply by his side as I hug him and go in for another kiss.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if you had to find me in the crowd? Maybe we could kill each other tonight, Finn. A masked ball makes the perfect place for a murder, doesn’t it?”
“It… does. What are you doing, Cass?”
This time, as I press my lips to his, I slip a tongue through his teeth, swirling it around in his mouth. “I’m kissing you, Daddy,” I mumble against his mouth. “Can’t you tell?”
“Cass…” His own arms tighten around me, and he pulls me into a real embrace, his mouth devouring mine. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I’d been kissing him because I could tell it messed with his brain, but now I’m the one who comes undone as his tongue hooks itself around mine. I pull away abruptly.
It shouldn’t feel so good to kiss the person I’m planning to kill… should it?
“Yeah,” he breathes, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Tonight’s gonna be fun. Can’t wait to see you run.”
“Can’t wait to see you die,” I tell him, and then we each hurry away in opposite directions.