Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Rachel Killer Story by Slayer 835


Rachel Killer

By

Slayer 835

Rachel made sure one more time that her gun was cocked and loaded, before she put it in the snow beside the left rear tire of her car. The snow chain was half in place, all the other snow chains safely secured in the trunk of her Mercedes. To a casual observer, it sure looked like a helpless blonde girl struggling with a technical device, she didn't understand, and that was exactly, what Rachel was going for. It would not take long for some random guy to stop his car and offer his help to this alleged damsel in distress, and the longer she waited, crouched in front of the wheel, the more she hoped, that it would happen rather sooner than later. It was a clear, sunny day, yet pretty cold, and her boots and pantyhose did little to protect her from the cold, just as her short red leather jacket did mainly fulfill its purpose to make her look good. At least, I was wise enough to put on my gloves she thought, when she heard the sound of a car coming closer, getting slower, and finally stopping.

 She heard the sound of two doors being slammed, and then shortly thereafter a male voice: “Can we help you, Miss?” She turned her head around and spotted two guys, both twenty-something. “Well, actually, you can.” she answered, picking up her silenced pistol, pointing it in their direction. “Start with putting your hands up!” Both men looked startled, just the way, her victims always did, when they discovered, that this kitty not only had claws, but a very lethal instrument at her disposal too. Standing up to get a good shooting stance, Rachel repeated her command, underlining it by putting a bullet into the left headlight of the guys' car. “As you can see, I'm an excellent shot, so you better do, what I tell you.” Both men complied, raising their hands up in the air, anxiously waiting for what would come next. “Throw away your cell phones, keys, and any potential weapons, like a pocket knife or something.” Rachel told them. “And do it slowly.” They both did, as they were told, their will to defy her, which had not been not very strong in the first place was now completely gone. Next, Rachel ordered them to attach the remaining snow chains, as they would certainly need one, where they went next. With all the chains in place, it was finally time to get out of here. “You” the blonde killer girl told the first man. “Get behind the wheel. You – front passenger seat, and both of you, let me see your hands, as soon as you're in.” Rachel watched the two men get in, positioning herself in front of the car, and when they finally stretched their hands out, she went to the right back passenger door and took place on the backseat. She had barely taken place, when she already drew a second pistol out of her jacket, a small .22, but sufficient for this range. Pressing the muzzle of the pistol against the head of the man riding shotgun, Rachel informed him: “The ignition key is in the glove compartment, take it out slowly and hand it to your friend.” Aiming at the driver with her silenced gun, she told both guys: “If anyone of you does something stupid, I'll shoot you both. Now start the engine, I'm going to tell you the way.”

 What the two guys in the front seats didn't know, and of course couldn't even know, was that Rachel was much more than a sexy blonde with a gun, she was a professional killer. She had already killed  112 persons in the line of her job, armed opponents, men, who wanted to fuck her, men, who were just fucking her, men, who had just fucked her. 34 of the 112 had been women, 15 armed chicks, who just wanted to know it, seven collateral-damage whores, five unsuspecting targets, who had never seen it coming, and seven girls she had been to bed with. Unlike it was the case with the men, she had satisfied every single one of the seven lesbians in her target list, and she was still exceptionally proud about the lesbian couple, that had invited her to a three-some. Of course, Rachel had been the only one left standing, when the night was over.

Another statistic came into her mind – 46. It was the number of people, she had killed outside of her job, starting some weeks ago. She hadn't had a vacation in years, and at the beginning of the year she was desperately in need of one, not to relax, but to follow her most basic urge, to kill. Rachel tried her best not to establish a pattern, using different methods, different weapons, different locations, random choosing of her victims. Nevertheless, she was pretty sure, that the authorities already had her on their radar, but this was nothing, she had to care about today. Today was all about fun – at least for her.

After reaching the house, Rachel had designated and prepared for today, she ordered both men out of the car and into the basement. At first, she forced them into a room that contained an Andrew's cross and a table with several pairs of handcuffs onto it. “Cuff him to the cross!” she told the smaller guy, who complied hesitating, but eventually did, what he was ordered to do. “Good.” she commented on his work, checking the locks of the handcuffs. “Now let's go.” The female killer led him to another room that was completely empty, slamming the door shut behind her.

 She now for the first time took a good look at her captive, a pretty average guy, not really hot, but not really ugly either. Anyways, this one was not going to get into her vagina or any other orifice, but he sure as hell was good enough for a little foreplay. “Get naked.” she commanded, underlining the order by pointing her gun at him. He obeyed, stripping down, until he stood in front of her without a fiber on his body. The room was well lit, and Rachel was still a sexy blonde girl, so it didn't take long until his penis began to grow. “I knew, this would happen.” the hitwoman told her prisoner. “Don't even think about fucking me, but I'll be generous to you. If you want, and I know, you want, you can jerk off on my sexy leather boots. But get on your knees first.” Dropping to his knees, the man slowly started to work his cock, looking up to the sexy killer. “Please, don't kill me..I...I..” he began, stuttering, but Rachel cut him off: “Shut up and wank, asshole!” He did both, masturbating heavily and without an additional word, knowing that this was the last time he ever got to do it. At first, he tried to take it slow, but to Rachel's delight, he was too aroused to keep this up, wringing his dick faster and faster, until he finally came. He shot his load all over Rachel's black leather boots and her pantyhose, all in all a quite impressive amount. The killer blonde looked down on her boots, enjoying the sight of his sticky, white juice on her, and then lifted her pistol again. “Nooo!” he finally broke the silence, putting his hands in front of him in defense, but there was no chance in persuading Rachel not to pull the trigger. She put a single round into his head, killing him instantly, his body collapsing on the floor without a further sound. His killer did not even stay long enough to watch all the blood running out of his head, as she turned around quickly and went on to her next victim.

As she entered the other room, Rachel did not waste any time. Drawing her silenced gun, she put three rounds into the tied up man's stomach, resulting in a steady stream of blood running down his body, combined with cursing and moaning. “You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “That hurts...aaaaahhh!” Rachel did not even listen, as she had to prepare for her getting some action. She opened her leather jacket, got rid of her black bra, as well as she did with her panties. Pulling up her black mini skirt, she presented her fine lower torso to the injured man, turning around slowly, so he could get a good look. Despite his wounds, he still was able to grow a boner, it seemed, as his piece got larger and larger, as he beheld of Rachel's sexy body. Moving closer to him, the hitgirl decided to muffle his screaming and moaning, which she accomplished by stuffing her underwear down his throat, just so deep, that he didn't suffocate on the spot. “So, what shall it be?” she asked “My fine pussy or my sweet ass?” Of course, there was no way to interpret the muffled sounds, that left his mouth, but there was no way to do so, as the question had only been rhetoric. Rachel loved a hard cock shoved up her tight butt, and today, she would once again get one. When she moved her lower back to his erected cock, inserting it with one hand, she could feel the blood pouring out of him, running down her body, making her more aroused than she already had been. She stuck it into her rear entry as far as it went, then started moving her hips back and forth, pleasuring her as well as him. She was not sure, if the muffled sounds behind her were moans of pleasure or pain, and quite frankly, she could not care less. All that mattered was that it was very enjoyable for her, and with every time the hard cock went into her, she lost a little bit more of her coolness, she had shown during the whole enterprise. At first, she began to moan quietly, the sound getting louder and louder, until she finally began to scream: “Oh yes, that’s good...yes, oh my god, that feels so great, come on, show me, what you can do!” When she finally came, it felt like an explosion inside her, her whole body quivering with excitement. She continued to stand there, leaning back against her prisoner, taking the next few minutes to catch her breath again. “Fuck, that was hot” she told the man, as she pulled his penis out of her ass, turning around to check on him, only to find out, that he had expired. “Well, you knew, how to satisfy a girl” she told the dead man. “You didn't even shoot your load!”           

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