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Surprising Carrie
by TheBigLove126 (thebiglove126@yahoo.com)
***
A man decides to visit his favorite singer, Carrie
Underwood, in the middle of the night while she is all
alone. Little did she know that it would just be the
beginning of a horrible series of events. Told in 3
parts, all posted here. (MF, nc, rp, v, drugs, celeb-
parody)
***
PART 1
I sat at my kitchen table in the morning, thumbing
through the newspaper. It was a sunny January day in
Nashville, the snow from the previous week was finally
melting away. My wife was rushing to get ready for her
work trip as I turned to the sports section.
"I've got to go Nick, see you tomorrow night." She
kissed me and rushed out the door.
I read through and saw an article that caught my
attention. 'Two Nashville Predators Head to Russia
Today for World Challenge' was the headline. I wasn't
a huge hockey fan, but I read it anyway. To my
surprise, I found out that one of the players, Mike
Fisher, was one of the two. I knew of Mike Fisher
since he was married to the celebrity that I had
fantasized about more than anyone, Carrie Underwood. I
live one mile from their large house just outside the
city and had seen them out together in public several
times.
As I continued to read, it said that Carrie would not
be joining him in Russia and would be staying home
alone for the two weeks that he would be gone. Many
thoughts ran through my head, watching Carrie in my
mind. The first being her alone, in her bed with a
stray finger or two finding its way below her waist.
My cock grew in my pants as I imagined her roughly
fingering herself. I couldn't contain myself so I
pulled my pants down and began to jerk off.
As I was jerking off, my mind changed from an image of
Carrie fingering herself to an image of her getting
fingered by me. Later in the daydream I went on to
fuck her hard, making her cry in ecstasy as I pounded
her. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming, so
I changed the image in my head to her face coated in
my thick white cum and came instantly. As I cleaned my
cum off the table, an idea hit me. I knew where she
lived, that I would be alone for the night and so
would she. I got dressed in my workout clothes, packed
a bag full of essentials and headed out.
I got in my car and drove towards the Fisher/Underwood
residence, parking a block away. Pulling out my
binoculars, I saw the couple loading bags in to the
taxi in the driveway. She gave her husband a kiss
before he entered the taxi and headed for the airport.
I got out of my car and started power walking down the
side walk. She stood at the end of the driveway and
watched as the taxi pulled away. I got close to her as
she turned around to head back inside.
We exchanged 'good morning's before I walked away and
she headed inside the house. I turned around and
watched her walk, my eyes locked on her ass stuffed
into a tight pair of jeans. I had nowhere to be, so I
stayed in the area to see if anyone arrived or if she
left. I snacked on the food that I had packed and
whipped out my laptop since I needed something to
occupy my time and hide the fact that I was stalking.
Day became night and night grew darker as I sat in my
car. It was around midnight when I saw the lights in
the house begin to go out. It was time for Carrie to
fall peacefully asleep alone, or at least she thought.
I waited a half an hour after the last light went out
before grabbing my bag and slowly making my way
towards the house.
I sneaked around back and started to pick the lock at
the back door. I quickly broke the lock and entered
the house (I'm not ashamed to admit, but I spent time
in jail for breaking and entering in the past and had
not forgotten how to pick a lock). I didn't know the
layout of the house, but common sense told me that she
was asleep upstairs. I crept up the stairs, careful
not to make a sound and found myself in a long
hallway. I slowly opened the first three doors and
found a bathroom, linen closet and laundry chute room.
I crept further down the hallway when I began to hear
light sounds coming from the room at the end of the
hall.
"Could my daydream be a reality, just feet away from
me?" I thought to myself as I made my way to the door.
I pushed it open slowly, careful to keep it from
creaking and looked in. It was too dark to see
anything but the sounds painted a big enough picture.
Loud moans of pleasure slipped from the singing
beauty's mouth as my cock grew hard in my pants. Her
moans got louder and louder before they suddenly got
very quiet. I realized that the woman I had fantasized
about for years had just came within feet of where I
stood.
It was a few minutes before I heard her begin to
snore. After I realized that she was sound asleep, I
slowly crept into the room and I was now standing over
her. While it was dark, I could see her pretty
clearly. The covers weren't covering her completely,
so I could see her lacy red night gown as her chest
rose and fell slowly with each breath. I stood over
her for a few minutes to insure that she was sound
asleep before my plan went into action.
I quietly opened my bag and pulled out a bottle of
chloroform and poured a good amount onto a rag. I
moved slowly towards her and made my move. I shook her
awake and instantly covered her face with the rag. She
struggled for a few seconds before falling
unconscious. I knew that she would be out for about an
hour at the most, so I could take my time now. I found
the lamp and lit the room. I flung the covers off of
her and to the floor, now staring at her amazing body
covered only by a red nightgown.
I ran my hand across her thighs as I felt my cock get
hard once again. I reached under her gown and felt her
warm pussy. No panties covering or hair around it, her
pussy was as I imagined. Now I needed to see it, so I
pulled the gown up enough to see her beautiful pink
pussy staring back at me. I gave it a quick rub before
undoing my pants and letting my eight inch cock spring
out into the open. I walked back to the side of her
head and placed my cock at her mouth, running it
against her lips.
I ran all eight inches against her luscious warm lips
and brushing against her teeth. I lightly pulled her
jaw down to open her mouth. I slid my cock into her
mouth and felt her tongue brush against the underside
of it. It took no time before I felt a stirring within
my balls. I held her mouth open a little wider, jerked
off with my other hand and unloaded my warm white
juices into her mouth. I watched as her body reacted
and swallowed the puddle of cum. I sat next to her and
stroked her hair as I recovered from my monster
orgasm.
After a few minutes, I put my pants back on, got down
on the floor and crawled to the foot of the bed. I got
up on the bed, placing my mouth inches from her pussy
and reaching my tongue out to press it against her
lips. My tongue slowly worked its way around her warm
cunt, making contact with every inch of it. I circled
around her increasingly moist pussy for a few minutes
before I felt a small stirring on the bed. I looked up
and saw her begin to come to.
She looked around for a few seconds, still dazed,
before she looked down at me and began to look
worried. I got up and threw my hand over her mouth
before she could scream. I reached down into my bag
and pulled out a hunting knife. I held to her throat
as her eyes grew wide.
"Make one loud sound and I will cut your fucking head
off." I said lightly. I pulled my hand away from her
mouth.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked as her
voice shook.
"I'm the guy who's here to do whatever I want. By the
way, how did my cum taste?" She looked confused as she
put her hand to her mouth. She felt a dry spot on her
chin and stiffened up. "You came on me?"
"No, I came in your mouth and I guess a spot got left
over." She began to cry as she realized what had
happened.
I moved back to her pussy and began to run my finger
around her clit. She quickly brought her legs up to
her body and held her knees tight.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted
as she stared at me with tears running down her face.
"Put your legs back where they were right now!"
She did not respond, so I got up and stood next to
her. I gave her one quick backhand to the face,
causing her to hold her face in her hands. I roughly
grabbed and separated her legs and shoved two fingers
hard into her tight cunt. She screamed as she felt me
violate her violently. I fucked her with my fingers at
a rough and rapid pace, causing the sounds of my palm
slapping against her bare lips to fill the room. She
cried louder and louder as she felt me get deeper and
deeper into her. I would find out in a few seconds why
she was crying louder.
I felt the inside of her pussy began to tighten around
my hand and get much wetter as my pace stayed rapid.
Her body stiffened up but quickly relaxed as it
betrayed her, releasing her succulent warm juices to
cover my hand. I slowed down my pace and eventually
removed my soaking wet hand from her pussy. I got up
and moved to her head.
"Lick my fingers clean you little cunt!"
She stared at me and did nothing. I raised my dry hand
above my head, causing her to take my wet hand into
her mouth and began to lick it clean. Once she was
done, I pulled out of her and she stared up at me. She
could sense what was coming next as her eyes panned
down to my pants, where she saw the bulge sticking
out.
"Please no...I'm married...I can't do that." She began
to cry again.
"I'm married too and I don't care. You're gonna get
fucked and you're gonna like it." I said to her.
"Please, I can give you money, jewelry, ANYTHING just
please don't rape me." She begged.
"I don't want your money or your jewelry, all I want
from you is your sweet pussy."
She continued to try and pay me off as I took my shirt
off and threw it to the ground. I grabbed hold of her
night gown and pulled it over her head as she fought
to keep it on. After a struggle, I ripped the gown in
two and eventually pulled all of it off of her. We
were now both naked as her begging got more intense,
trying to do anything to prevent me from raping her.
"Spread your legs and shut the fuck up!" I snapped.
She didn't listen so I again raised my hand over my
head. She didn't stop so she received another backhand
to the face causing her again to cover up, tears now
flowing. I roughly spread her legs open and positioned
my cock at her opening.
"Where's your condom?" She asked, scared.
I didn't answer her as I forced all eight inches deep
into her cunt. She was loudly sobbing as I started
slowly fucking her. As I picked up my pace, she stared
up at the ceiling while tears flowed down her cheeks
as this stranger was raping her in her own bed. She
lost herself and slapped me across the face. I stopped
fucking and pulled out of her. I got up off the bed,
got next to her face and sat down. I grabbed her by
the hair and pulled her up to meet me eye-to-eye. I
stood up and dragged her up as well.
"That was a BIG fucking mistake you fucking whore."
I held her and kneed her hard in the cunt three times.
She cried hysterically as she fell to the ground in
pain. She curled up into a ball with her back to me. I
took a step back and kicked her hard in the back,
causing another loud scream to come from her. Lucky
for me, she lived in an area with the houses spread
out, so she could scream all she wants because she
couldn't be saved.
I grabbed her again by the hair and threw her back on
the bed as she was hyperventilating from the pain. I
spread her legs again and quickly resumed fucking her.
The pain was immense as her wounded pussy was violated
by my thick hard cock. The sound of my cock rushing in
and out of her soaked hole filled the room as her
cries died down, probably as the pain was too intense
to waste any energy crying. She lay there with her
eyes shut and a look of pain on her face as I pounded
away at her abused cunt.
I pulled out of her and rolled her on her stomach. I
re-inserted my cock into her pussy and slammed into
her. The bed was creaking loudly as my body crashed
down on hers, causing more pain to her back. I wasn't
obese but I wasn't at an average weight either, so the
extra pounds falling on her back that had taken a hard
kick just minutes prior didn't help her.
She buried her face into the pillow and sobbed into it
as thought of her husband and how she felt she was
disappointing him. She wished that he was here to
protect her, knowing that this would never have
happened if Mike was here.
I kissed her neck as my pace stabilized. She groaned
in sad disgust as I kissed her neck around from side-
to-side. She fought so hard to prevent her body from
betraying her once again, but to no avail as her body
tightened up again and she came once more. She hated
herself as she felt a warm puddle forming under her
abused crotch.
I could feel that I wouldn't be able to hold on for
much longer as her pussy clenching around my cock had
started my semen to stir within.
"You ready?" I whispered into her ear.
She responded only with a groan. I slapped the back of
her head and demanded an answer from her.
"Never!" She barked back. I forced her face back into
the pillow.
"Well, too damn bad."
As I said "bad", my cock shot load upon load of cum
deep into her womb. She moaned in disgust as the last
few drops fell into her. I lay there motionless on top
of her as my cock softened up and slipped out of her
beaten pussy. She curled up in a ball and began to sob
again as I got up and gathered my clothes back on. I
sat next to her once again.
"Obviously I know where you live...you tell ONE person
about what happened, I will come back here and kill
you and your husband. Then I'll fuck your dead body
and bury you in a place where you won't be found. You
keep your mouth shut and I will stay away forever.
What's it gonna be Carrie?"
She raised her head and sniffled.
"I don't want anyone, especially my husband, to know
that I got raped. I won't say anything just please
leave."
"No, I wouldn't feel right without cleaning you up
first."
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I
placed her in the shower with her back to me. She was
expecting me to turn the water on, but I had other
plans. While she stared at the wall I unzipped my
pants, grabbed my cock and started to piss on her
back. She didn't turn around but knew what was
happening. Her head hung down as she felt my warm piss
hit her in the back and flow down to her ass. I aimed
up and soaked her lovely blonde hair before shaking
the last few drops from my cock.
I turned the water on and rinsed her off for a few
minutes. I dried her off with a towel and carried her
back to the bed. I covered her up and started to walk
out of the room. I saw a jewelry box, a safe and a key
sitting on the dresser. I took the key and unlocked
the safe. Sitting in front of me now was a stack of
money that looked to be worth about $5,000.
"You know, I'll take you up on that money and jewelry
offer." I took all the money, the jewelry box and the
key in my bag. I walked over to her and kissed her
forehead before turning the lamp off and heading home.
PART 2
I made my walk that night, heading towards the house.
It had been one year since I last saw her and I
wondered if she remember what September 23rd meant to
the two of us. I had no idea what I would do or say to
her when I saw her, but I knew that she would remember
who I was. Her husband was away on another hockey
tournament overseas and my wife was away on another
long business trip. The planets aligned for the
anniversary to be very special.
I arrived at 8pm and looked in the driveway, only
seeing her car. I assumed that she was alone but I
needed to be sure before I showed my face. I snuck
around to the side window and peeked in and saw her,
still as beautiful as the night I robbed her of her
dignity. She was wearing a grey tank top and pair of
red sweatpants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, the
blonde hair longer than I remembered. Little did she
know that this would not be an ordinary Sunday night.
The window was to the side of her chair but she was at
an angle where she would need to turn to see me. On
the television was a football game, but she was too
busy looking at her iPad to care. She stopped a few
times to take a sip of her beer and look at the TV
before going back to the iPad. I quietly made my way
back around to the front of her large house and stood
at the front door. I wondered if I should knock or
just barge in, but I was unsure about alarms or other
security they might have so I knocked on the door.
"Be right there!" She yelled out, obviously not
thinking it might be the man who raped her knocking.
I heard the door unlock and she pulled the door open,
originally with a smile on her face. The smile turned
into a nervous, shocked look.
"Hello Carrie, remember me?" I asked her with a
calming voice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked quietly, very
scared.
"I was wondering if you knew what today was. Do you?"
She looked confused at the question. She turned and
looked at the calendar by the door.
"It's September t-twenty-third, it's September 23rd."
Her face turned pale as she realized the date.
"That's right Carrie, remember September 23rd 2011,
because I sure do." She started to fiddle around with
her wedding ring as she stared at the ground.
"I remember." It was all she could muster up. "Why did
you do that to me?"
"Easy, because I could." She looked disgusted as I
said this.
"Can't you please just leave me alone? I just want to
forget about it." She started to close the door, but I
stomped down on her bare foot causing her to stop and
cry out. "Ow, that hurt!"
I lightly shoved her and forced my way into her house,
locking the door. I could hear her running up to me so
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my six-inch
blade, holding it up as I turn around. She stopped in
her tracks when she saw it and froze in place.
"Your husband is gone for a week and my wife is gone
for two weeks, we need to spend some quality time
together." I pointed the blade at her eye. "And you
will do everything I want you to do. That is unless
you want Mike to come home and find your pretty little
body in pieces, scattered throughout the house." She
started to breath heavily. "Now, let's go to the
kitchen...I'm pretty hungry." I put the blade down on
the table near the door.
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the
kitchen. She walked over to the counter to get me a
piece of the cake she baked earlier in the day while I
sat at the table. With her back turned to me, I yelled
out, "I want you to pull your pants off for me." She
turned around and gave me a nasty look.
"Hell no!" She snapped back at me.
I stood up, walked over to her and gave her a hard
backhand to the face, nearly knocking her over.
"Maybe you didn't understand when I said "you will do
everything I want you to do" earlier. Don't fucking
toy around with me or I'll slice your pretty face up."
I sat back down at the table. "Now pull your damn
pants down."
She turned back towards the counter and slowly began
to pull her pants down. The red sweatpants fell to the
ground, showing me her cotton white panties. I could
hear her begin to sob as she put the cake on a plate
and slowly turned around. I glared at the crotch of
her panties as she slowly walked towards me, placing
the cake on the table. She stared at me with a scared
look as I ate the cake while looking her up and down.
She tried to cover her crotch with her hand, but would
get an angry look from me causing her to stop. When I
finished the cake, she took the plate and placed it in
the sink before turning back to me.
"What do you want me to do now?" She asked.
"I have to pee, let's go to the bathroom." I pulled
her by the arm and lead her upstairs, making our way
into the bathroom.
I stood in front of the toilet, doing nothing, when
she asked me, "What are you waiting for?"
"I don't feel like pissing in the toilet." She looked
confused until she remembered how our last encounter
ended.
"Please, don't make me do that." She begged, but to no
avail.
"Go into the bathtub and get on your knees." She
started to cry again, not moving. "NOW!"
She knelt down in the bathtub and started to remove
her shirt. "Stop! I didn't tell you to take the shirt
off. Leave it on."
I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and pointed it
at her face. My stream started to flow, hitting her on
the lips. She did nothing to block the piss from her
face, fearing what I would do if she did. The piss
flowed down her body and completely soaked her grey
tank top. The shape of her breasts became more
profound as the shirt got wetter. I pointed my cock at
her hair and soaked her flowing blonde hair. Her
makeup ran down her cheeks, with droplets of piss
dripping off of them. I let out the last few spurts on
top of her head and put my cock back inside my pants.
The combination of tears and piss streamed down her
face as I stood over her, watching her cry in disgust.
I used my hand to wipe a bit of piss of her hair and
held it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth without
fighting it and I slipped it in. She sucked the piss
off of my fingers while looking up at me. I kept
coating my hand in piss and making her suck it off for
a few more minutes.
"Now you can take the rest of your clothes off and
shower, I don't want to fuck you while you smell like
piss."
She obeyed and slowly pulled her soaked shirt over her
head and removed it. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I
saw her beautiful glistening breasts heaving up and
down as her sobbing continued. She removed her panties
and was now left naked, kneeling in her shower. I
turned the shower on pointed the showerhead at her.
Carrie shivered as the cold water ran all over her
body. She was too depressed to even stand up, so she
stayed in the kneeling position as the water washed
away the stink from her.
After I felt she was clean enough, I turned off the
shower and grabbed her robe. She wouldn't take it from
my hand, so I threw it at her head.
"Put the robe on and let's go!"
She looked at me with a blank face as she stood up and
threw the robe on. I led her back downstairs and sat
her back on the chair I found her in when I was
outside. She sat motionless, with only her eyes
following me, as I walked around looking at the things
in her den. I sat down next to her and stared directly
into her eyes.
"What's the matter Carrie, are you not enjoying this?"
She looked down and stared at her wedding ring, not
answering. I grabbed her by her left hand and yanked
her closer. We were now nose to nose. "I asked you a
question you little bitch, give me an answer!" I
ripped the ring off of her finger and tossed it across
the room.
She pulled away from me and brought her knees up to
her chest, hugging herself. "Why did you have to pick
me? What did I do to deserve this?" She softly asked.
"You didn't do anything to deserve this; you were just
in the right place at the wrong time." She glared at
me in disgust before looking away, hoping not to have
angered me.
"Can you at least just fuck me and get it over with? I
didn't tell anyone the first time and I won't tell
anyone this time, just do it and go." She was starting
to get hysterical, so I slapped her in the face.
"Like I said, your husband doesn't get back for a
week. I don't want to leave you alone for a week, so
it won't just be a 'fuck-and-go' situation. You're
going to my little bitch for the next six days." She
was shaking as those words hit her ears.
I get down on the floor and moved close to her chair.
I slipped my hands up her robe and spread her legs
apart. Her pretty pink pussy was directly in front of
me, with a small landing strip of hair above it.
"But don't think I won't try to make it enjoyable for
both of us." Her tears started to stop flowing as I
began to feel her pussy.
I started rubbing her lips slowly, causing her to moan
a little. She looked down at me as my fingers made
their way around her sensitive opening. She jumped a
bit as my thumb brushed against her clit. I increased
the pace of my hands to help get her pussy wetter. She
seemed to get into it as every inch of her pussy was
getting touched. I could tell that she was fighting
it, small moans barely slipping out of her mouth. Her
eyes were shut tightly while she pointed her head up
to the ceiling.
I used my other hand to slowly massage her inner
thigh, her skin smooth to the touch. I spread her legs
further apart and moved my face close to her wet
opening. The scent of her juices were running through
my nostrils, running through my body and making my
cock harder. I reached up and untied her robe. She
slowly wiggled her way out of the robe and was now
laying naked on the chair. Her hands cupped her
breasts and her back arched as my tongue made contact
with her swollen lips.
I licked her pussy up and down, sucking in her sweet
juices. She bucked her hips against my face when I
made contact with her clit. Her clit was very red and
swollen by the time I got to it. I wondered if she
hated herself for getting so turned on.
"I think you're really starting to enjoy this Carrie."
She wasn't paying attention since I was rubbing her
clit while I talked.
She gave up trying to hide her moans after I
reattached my tongue to her clit. She wasn't overly
loud, but she definitely showed how much she was
enjoying it. I took two fingers and began to try to
slip them into her tight hole. She let out a loud cry
as my fingers inched their way in. They fit in easily
since she was so wet and I began to fuck her. My
fingers slid in and out, matching the movements of her
hips fucking me back. This pushed my tongue harder
into clit, causing her to buck harder.
She reached down and pulled my fingers deeper into her
cunt. Carrie was now using my hand as her own personal
dildo. I went in and out at a rapid pace while sucking
on her clit. She pulled me in faster and faster until
she suddenly stopped and began arching her back
farther. Her body began to convulse as her orgasm
swept her up and took control of her body. Shake after
shake, her pussy grabbing my fingers and pulling them
farther in. Her sweet juices sprayed out of her cunt
and coated my arm and tongue.
I licked up every last drop of her cum from her pussy
as she relaxed back into the couch. She ran her hands
through my hair as my I finished cleaning her.
"You seemed to enjoy that Carrie." She looked at me
and smiled.
"I haven't had a man give me oral in a long time. Mike
has never gone down on me." She explained as she put
the robe back on and sat up. "I forgot what it felt
like. I liked it even though I still hate you."
"Hate is such a strong word." I sarcastically said.
"One thing though...I don't remember telling you to
cover yourself."
She sighed and took the robe off again, tossing it on
to another chair. I approached her and gave her a hard
slap to the face.
"From now on when you disobey me, I will hit you
harder and harder. You piss me off too many times; I'm
going to start using my knife." I grabbed her by the
throat. "You understand me?"
She looked at me with her big hazel eyes and lightly
shook her head. I removed my hand and let her catch
her breath.
"Go get me a beer."
She obeyed my command and walked, slowly, towards the
kitchen. While she was gone, I looked around the room.
I was drawn to the DVD stand next to the television. I
looked through and found a few different movies and TV
shows, but my attention was focused on an all-white
case with a hand-written "Carrie & Mike's Wedding" on
the side. I slipped the case into my pocket and sat
back down. Carrie walked back in carrying the beer,
trying to hide her breasts behind her arms.
"Thank you, bitch." I told her as I slapped her ass.
She sat back down and stared at me as I quickly downed
the beer and tossed the bottle towards her. Luckily
for her, she was quick and attentive to dodge the
bottle aimed at her head. When the bottle smashed, she
quickly walked towards it to clean it up. She bent
over and gave me a good look at her ass as she picked
up the pieces. I got up and grabbed her by the
shoulders, standing her back up straight.
"I'm tired of waiting." I whispered into her ear
before I threw her down hard on the ground, shoulder
first.
I pulled the DVD put of my pocket and loaded it into
the player.
"What is that?" She asked, wincing in pain as she held
her shoulder.
"You will see in a second." The disc loaded and the
menu popped up. She knew exactly what it was.
"Why are playing that?" She asked nervously as I
pushed play.
"I want this to remind you of the best day of your
life, while I remind you of the worst day of your
life."
I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes onto her. She
pushed them off as I got behind her and knelt down. I
rolled her on her stomach and began rubbing the tip of
my cock against her worn pussy.
"You better keep your eyes focused on the screen while
I fuck you, or I will make you pay."
She began to cry as she looked at the screen and saw
her husband in a tuxedo, walking towards the alter. I
spat a large wad onto her pussy and slapped it before
beginning to inch my cock into her. It didn't take
long before all eight inches were stuffed into her
tight pussy. She cried louder when I started to fuck
her a little faster. I pulled her hair back to make
sure that her eyes were lined up perfectly to watch
her wedding on screen.
Carrie was in complete hell right now. A man was
raping her for the second time, threatening to kill
her if she disobeys him. To make it worse, she was
being forced to watch a DVD of her wedding, the most
wonderful day of her life, while I abused her pussy
with my large eight-inch cock. My balls slapped
against her clit, causing her to flinch at the touch.
I could only imagine what kind of hatred and
disappointment was running through her mind.
On the screen, "Here Comes the Bride" began to play
and my little bitch walked out, looking amazing in her
white dress, with a huge smile on her face. I looked
at her face and saw the tears running down her cheeks
as she openly cried watching the video. She made her
way down the aisle as I grabbed her hips and started
fucking her harder. I noticed when her head hung down,
not looking at the screen. I slapped her back hard to
get her attention.
"I told you to look at the screen, not the ground,
Carrie!" Her head shot back up and she focused her
eyes on the screen.
I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up when it
came time for the vows. Mike began talking and I
decided it was time to make her feel something
different. I spit on her ass hole and started to slip
my index finger inside it. She was getting double-
penetrated while she heard her husband declare his
love for her. I could hear her whispering to herself,
"I'm so sorry baby." I pulled my finger out of her ass
and reached under her, grabbing hold of her nipples. I
gave them each a hard tweak and made her scream aloud.
"No talking!" I yelled at her.
She wiped tears away as her vows began to play. Her
focus was 100% on the screen, hearing her own words.
For a second, she let out a light giggle at the cheesy
words she said during the ceremony. I was beginning to
feel the cum building inside me; I knew it wouldn't be
long before I came. I slowed down my pace as she
watched the ring exchange and began to give their "I
Do's".
I picked up my pace, knowing how I wanted this to time
itself. Mike said "I Do", Carrie said "I Do" (which
she mouthed when she saw it.) The priest pronounced
them man and wife and they began to kiss...as my cock
exploded in large loads of cum deep inside her abused
cunt. When the kiss ended, she began to cry again as a
warm feeling was felt throughout her body. I unloaded
every bit of cum that I had inside her, yelling out
her name as the last few drops fell out. I collapsed
on top of her and waited for my cock to soften and
slip out.
I rolled off of her and lay beside her as my cum oozed
out of her pussy. It was obvious that she was trying
her hardest to push it out of her. I slapped the back
of her head.
"Stop that, I came in you for a reason. Keep it in
there."
She ignored me and continued to force cum out of her,
so I rolled her over to face me. She looked angry and
punched me in the face. I held my nose as she got up
and made a run for it. I quickly jumped up and chased
her throughout the house. She tried to exit through
the front door, but was unaware that I had locked it
when I entered. The adrenaline running through kept
her too wound up to focus enough and unlock the door.
I ran up from behind her and used my shoulder to slam
her into the door, causing her to fall down. She threw
kicks and punches as I tried to restrain her, several
hitting my face. As my face was getting knocked
around, I spotted the blade sitting on the table. I
blindly reached for it as she continued to fight me
off. I finally found it and grabbed on to it, slamming
it into her abdomen.
She stopped fighting me as the shock and immense pain
raced through her body. She looked down and saw blood
pouring out of her stomach.
"Oh my God! What did you do! Help me, please help me!"
She was screaming hysterically.
I stood over her, the bloody knife in my right hand,
staring at her wound. I dropped the knife to the
ground and knelt by her head.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you did disobey
me." I grabbed the knife again and stabbed her twice
more in the stomach.
She whimpered as she saw her blood dripping from the
knife in my hand. I got nose-to-nose with her, staring
her in the eyes.
"Goodbye, Carrie."
As I gave her a deep kiss, I plunged the knife in the
center of her throat. I removed my mouth from hers as
blood began to spill out it. I held her head and again
stared into her eyes, watching the life slowly fade
out of her eyes. Her body gave up and she died with
her head in my hands. I gently rested her head down on
the ground and closed her eyelids.
I ran outside and grabbed a gas can from my car. I
began to pour gasoline all over the floor of the
house, dumping a lot on the floor where my cum dripped
out of her. I made my way to her and poured a lot on
her. I led a trail of it out of the house until it ran
out mid-way down the drive way. Tossing the can aside,
I pulled out a matchbook and lit a match. I turned my
back, dropped the match at my side and started walking
towards my car to drive home.
PART 3
It had been six months since that night in Nashville.
The night that I will never forget. The night I
brutally ended Carrie Underwood. The charred remains
of the house she lived in were still standing in the
lot. Her husband in a deep depression following the
funeral. Her friends still in disbelief as more
nauseating details of her brutal death come out by the
week. Everyone knew my name, They were looking for me,
wanting to slice my throat to shreds like I did hers.
I disappeared immediately following the act. My wife
knew nothing about my whereabouts. Friends and family
publicly disowned me. Fans of Carrie wishing to send
me to hell. Of course, I didn't disappear without a
plan. I made my way north until I arrived where I
needed to be...Wyomissing, PA. Why did I choose this
particular town? Well because it the hometown of one
of Carrie's best friends, Taylor Swift.
After the thrill of what I did to Carrie, I needed
more. Since I was now labeled a 'killer' in the public
eye, what's the point of stopping? I'll be in jail
forever if they find me anyway, why not just kill off
more bitches so that if they catch me, they'll just
kill me sooner.
I sat in the woods, watching Ms. Swift's house and
waiting for her to arrive. I could tell that she was
out on tour or something as she has not come back home
in over a week. I was about to head back to my hideout
when a pair of headlights blinded me. I ducked down
behind the bush and looked on. The Ferrari pulled into
the driveway and the lights went out. The outside
lights of the house automatically came on as she
stepped out of the car.
Taylor Swift stood there in a long black skirt and a
white blouse with her hair done up. If she had been
wearing thin glasses, she would have been dressed
identically to a librarian. She looked mainly like a
bitch that needed a good fucking before she died in my
hands.
I waited outside her house for the inside lights to
switch off. It was four in the morning when her
bedroom light switched off, so I grabbed my bag and
made my way to her house. Without making a sound, I
broke my way into the rich little bitch's house. I
immediately noticed the large amount of rich-and-
famous-girl things sitting around the house. Expensive
awards lined the dark walls, large oil paintings of
random bullshit hung. Pictures of herself with other
famous assholes and cunts were everywhere. I saw a TV
almost the size of my hideout in the corner with an
obnoxious stereo system attached.
As I headed towards the stairs, I could hear the young
girl snoring from her bedroom. She was definitely the
loudest snorer that I had ever heard.
"Go ahead Taylor, dream your final dreams." I said to
myself
I slowly snuck my way up the stairs, careful not to
make any sounds to awake her. I made my way to her
bedroom and I peeked inside. It was dark but I could
make out the bitches body lying on the bed, free of
covers.
I pulled out a rag from my pants, the same rag that I
used to chloroform Carrie for the first rape. I poured
a bit of chloroform onto the rag and tiptoed up to the
sleeping girl. As I got closer, I saw the pink
nightgown she was wearing. The gown was very tight
fitting and, even in the dark, showed her slender
figure that I had wanted to abuse for the last six
months.
I jumped on to the bed and pressed the rag against her
face. Her entire face was covering it, not allowing
her to see my face. After a few seconds, Taylor's body
stopped fighting me and slipped into unconsciousness.
I turned on the lamp to give myself a better view of
her. I pulled her gown up to get a glance at her
pussy, which was unsurprisingly shaven clean. I
flicked her clit hard with my middle finger, making
sure she was knocked out.
I pulled my handgun out of my bag and placed it on the
night stand. I sat next to her and waited for her to
awaken. I lightly stroked her hair while rubbing my
own crotch through my jeans. She slowly slipped out of
her sleep and looked up at me. I clamped my hand over
her mouth, preventing her from screaming. I could tell
that she recognized my picture from the news; she
instantly knew that I was Nick Masterson, the man who
raped and murdered Carrie Underwood.
I pulled a plastic bag out of my pocket and poured the
powdery content on to my finger. Keeping my hand over
her mouth, I held the powder up to her nose. Her need
to breathe caused her to inhale the small hill of
cocaine. She hadn't taken enough to kill herself, but
definitely enough to get pretty high. She began
sweating as I picked up the gun and held it to her
skull.
"I know that you realize who I am! I'm the man who
killed your best friend." I released my hand from her
mouth.
"What the hell did I just inhale and what the fuck are
you doing here you bastard." I hit her in the cheek
with the butt of my gun.
"You inhaled a large amount of cocaine and I'm here to
end you." She started blowing her nose, hoping it
would get the cocaine out of her system (what a stupid
cunt!)
She began to sweat profusely and shiver, the effects
of the drugs were setting in.
"Oh my god, my chest feels like it's gonna explode. Is
this how you're gonna kill me. With drugs!?" She
sounded almost like she was taunting me.
"Don't worry you overrated little whore, I didn't give
you enough to kill you. I've got a much more fun way
to kill you." The fear in her eyes was giving me a
raging hard on.
I rolled her over on her stomach and sat on her back.
I pulled a knife from my pocket and held it above her
back. I pushed down and dug the blade into her
nightgown and started to cut into it. It left a trail
of blood as I used her back as a cutting board. She
screamed out in pain as she felt the blade slicing
her.
After a few minutes, I completely cut away her slutty
gown and tossed it aside. The blood had clotted around
the cuts, stopping the bleeding (temporarily). I
flipped her back over and sat on her stomach. I began
punching her in the face, first with the left then
with the right. Her cheekbones were surely damaged as
I landed ten strikes on each side. Blood was dripping
down her cheeks as I stopped. Each eye got one strike,
leaving her with two swollen black eyes. She began
crying as the effects of the cocaine were in full
effect. She could not remain still as I got off of
her. Her body was shaking, her hands and feet
constantly moving. Her body was lobster red with her
chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace. The drugs
were only making the experience worse for the young
girl.
I began undressing as she looked at me through her
wounded eyes.
"Please, please don't do this. I won't tell anyone,
just please don't do this!" She begged me to stop once
my eight inch cock sprung from hiding.
I approached her with my knife once again in hand. I
ran the blade across her pelvic area causing her to
bleed. I took her blood in my hand and rubbed it onto
my cock before placing it at her pussy opening. To my
surprise, she was a little wet, but that could have
just been the sweat that was beading all over her. She
was losing control of her body as she slammed her hips
into mine, starting the rape herself. She was crying
loudly as I grabbed her hips and started fucking her
hard.
Taylor knew that death would be coming soon; she
worried that the drugs would be the main cause. She
was hyperventilating as I slammed hard into her. I
could feel her vaginal walls pulling hard on my cock
as her body shook from the drugs. She had obviously
never done coke before and was struggling to handle
the effects. I repeatedly backhanded her across the
face to calm her down; an attempt that was proving to
be pointless.
"Please stop hit...hit...hitting me!" She yelled out.
Her pleas falling on deaf ears as I pulled out of her
pussy, picked her up and slammed her hard on the wood
floor. She grabbed the back of her head and started
moaning in pain, sobbing like a five year old with a
paper cut. I roughly pulled her legs apart and rammed
myself back inside her. The blood from her pelvis had
dripped down to her pussy opening and supplied me a
decent amount of extra lube. I looked back at her face
and saw her bleeding cheek, black eyes, bright red
nose dripping with snot and her mouth wide open
begging me to stop.
"Why are you doing this?" She quietly asked. "Why me?
Why Carrie? Did you torture her like this?"
"Why am I doing this? Well, I'm already a killer, why
stop at one." I answered her. "Why you? You come off
as a snooty little rich cunt that expects everything
handed to you, just like that dead cunt Carrie. And
no, I did not torture her like this. I didn't force
coke in her nose, I didn't punch her, and I didn't cut
her (until the end). All I did was rape her because I
actually was a fan of Carrie. You, not so much. I
can't stand your 'innocent' persona, I can't stand
your horrible songwriting, I can't stand your horrific
voice...I just can't stand you." She couldn't help but
keep her eyes locked on me as I spoke while still
plowing into her cunt.
"Then just fucking kill me! Stop the torture and just
kill me!" The anger in her voice was a major turn-on.
"Is that what you want Taylor. Do you want me to kill
you right now and unload my cum in your cold, dead
body?" She instantly looked concerned.
"No! No, please just finish up and then kill me. I
don't want my dead body to be fucked." She started to
beg me.
"You really are an idiot aren't you? You had to say "I
don't want my dead body to be fucked." Well, I'm not
going to do what you want." I reached up and wrapped
both of my hands around her scrawny little throat.
"I'm gonna kill you right now." I released my grip and
pulled out of her.
I retrieved the plastic bag filled with cocaine and
stood over her.
"Too bad your family will have to suffer knowing that
you died of a cocaine overdose".
I opened up the bag and poured the contents directly
into her nostrils. There was enough coke to keep
Charlie Sheen happy for a weekend. Once the last few
bits fell into her nose, I held my hand over her face
to prevent her from blowing any out.
"I hope you enjoy feeling your heart explode." I
flipped her over and began fucking her ass.
Taylor began quietly praying as I shoved my blood-
stained cock into her dry anus. Her prayers were
interrupted by a loud scream when the pain struck her.
She buried her face into the rug and cried as loud as
she could. The pain mixed with the trauma in knowing
that she would be dead within minutes had broken her
down. I forced all my weight on top of her as my cock
stretched the walls of her ass. After a few minutes of
fucking her ass, I flipped her back over and
reinserted myself into her soaked cunt. I pinned her
wrists down next to her head and watched her reaction
as the drugs started taking over, slowly killing her.
Her face was frozen with her eyes staring at me and
her mouth slightly agape.
"Oh...oh my...I think...I think I'm having... a heart
attack!" She tried to break her hands free to clench
her chest, but I did not allow it.
Her body began violently shaking, which felt great
around my cock. Her eyes began to roll back into her
head. I grabbed her head and looked her in the eyes as
the life began to escape her.
"Say hi to Carrie for me." I slammed her head against
the hard floor over and over again. She closed her
eyes as her body began to numb. I stopped slamming her
head after a few strikes and watched her as she looked
at me one last time before rolling her eyes back and
going stiff.
Her heart had stopped pumping; the last bit of oxygen
reached her brain as she took her last few breaths.
Her chest made one final heave before she stopped
moving; her life was over. Her motionless body lay
there on the ground, my cock still ramming in and out
of her cunt. I had never fucked a dead girl before and
it felt weird fucking a pussy that didn't react. But
knowing exactly whose dead cunt I was pounding made it
so much better. I was slapping random parts of her
body over and over again as I humped it.
I pulled out of her and went to my bag, taking out a
large knife. I began to cut into her neck, pushing it
deeper in until I severed her spinal cord; her head
was now detached from her body. I picked the head up
by the hair and looked her in the eyes. I rolled her
eyeballs back down so her colorless pupils stared into
mine.
"You've probably had a lot of cocks in that pretty
little mouth...just cause your dead doesn't mean that
has to stop." I pulled her jaw open, spit into her
mouth and inserted my cock down her throat.
It felt so good wedging my cock into that cold tight
tube. I could almost feel the tip of my cock coming
out the severed end of her throat. I didn't take long
before I could feel my climax building. It was so much
easier fucking her dead head as she couldn't fight it
at all. She was literally nothing more than a sex toy.
I slammed her lifeless face against my pelvis as I was
near my breaking point.
I sat down before cumming into her dead throat. It was
the most pleasurable orgasm I could ever remember as I
pumped shot after shot down her throat. I began to
chuckle when I saw cum beginning to drip out of the
bottom of her severed throat. Seeing the dead head in
my hands with cum dripping out of the bottom gave me a
major sense of accomplishment.
I withdrew my cock from her throat and tossed the head
on to the ground. I pulled her tongue out and placed
the head at her pussy, making it look like she was
licking it. I quickly got dressed as light began to
rise outside. I gathered my stuff up and was ready to
leave. I wrote down a note and left it next to the
body. It read, "Now little Taylor can join her friend
Carrie in hell. Nick 2 Whores 0." I exited the house
and headed back to my hideout
Once I got back to my hideout after two hours or so to
pack up, I switched on the television to watch the
local news. They broke from their normal programming
with the breaking story, "Taylor Swift found dead,
decapitated." I wondered how they found her so
quickly, but apparently her best friend showed up at
her house minutes after I left and found her dead
body, with her severed head placed at her pussy. They
read the note I left, causing me to laugh as the
country heard my words. The last words the reporter
said before I shut the TV off was, "Someone needs to
find this Masterson bastard before he kills again."
"They better hurry up then." I said as I cut the power
to the building and escaped into world, searching for
my next victim.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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