A Lust like Hatred (cousin incest, blackmail, rape, murder)

Nicholas has been watching his sexy tease of a cousin for a long, long time. And now he has what he needs to make his dreams come true.

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A Lust like Hatred

 

Nicholas could barely control his trembling.

He sat in the dark in his motel room, squeezing his hands into fists and then relaxing them, rubbing his palms on his jeans when they go too sweaty.

“She’s gonna come,” he murmured, and giggled at the unintended pun.

He heard the crunch of tires on asphalt outside, saw the headlights piercing into the motel room, and he almost shot his load into his pants right then.

The lights died. For long minutes there was no sound, then he jumped like he’d been stung as the cheap burner phone in his pocket rang.

He opened it and said nothing. His mouth was dry.

“I’m here, sicko,” a shaky female voice on the other end came through.

Nicholas sucked in a breath and swallowed, licking his lips.

“Come inside. Don’t turn on the lights.”

He pitched his tone low, and he winced as his voice cracked, then closed the phone and listened.

High heels clacked against concrete, then the door opened and for a moment she was silhouetted against the neon-painted night outside. Then she shut the door and cursed softly as she fumbled towards him.

“Stop,” he ordered, and thrilled when she obeyed.

There was a jingle as he threw her a pair of handcuffs. They hit her midsection and fell to the floor.

“Put those on. Behind your back.”

His eyes were accustomed to the dark, unlike hers, and he caught the sneer on her face.

She hesitated.

“You’ll delete the photos?”

“Put on the cuffs,” he snapped harshly, and the way she shuddered as she clicked them onto her wrists made his mouth water and his cock jerk in his pants.

He stood up and walked over to her, and she turned her face away from him, but she didn’t protest when he tied the blindfold around her head and buckled the ball gag into her mouth.

Nicholas was shaking like a leaf. He took his fist and punched himself hard in the ribs, twice, and the pain took some of the jitters away.

He reached over and turned the light on.

There she was.

His cousin Marion, dressed exactly as he’d demanded in the anonymous email that contained her nude pictures and his thinly-veiled threats. Her thin sundress draped her curves, tantalizing him – that luscious body that had given him so many embarrassing erections at family get-togethers over the years.

And now it was his. The sexy little choker around her neck, the way her tits were rising and falling under the fabric of her dress, so obviously braless…

His breath rasped in his throat as he took a step closer to her.

She winced when he touched her breasts, but he didn’t notice. His fingers pressed into the pillowy softness of her, and he marveled at the sensation, his hips shuddering with arousal.

Marion gurgled something through the gag.

Nicholas summoned up all of his courage and slapped his cousin hard on the ass. She jumped and whimpered, and for a moment he thought he’d climaxed.

That whimper, that little submissive sound as she acclimated herself to the position she was in, pierced a hole in the dam that was holding him back. With a lust so powerful that it was more like rage, he shoved her forward, exulting in the way she stumbled as she fell face-first onto the bed.

Her ass was right there, that beautiful butt that he’d fantasized about so many times. He’d watched her through hooded eyes at the beach, been tantalized by the thong peeking over her jeans in the mall. He’d taken to wearing sunglasses so he could drink in her slutty body without being too obvious.

He’d taken so many sneaky photos of her, shared them anonymously online, chatted endlessly with other perverts about what he would do to her.

Heart pounding, he jerked her sundress up.

She wasn’t wearing panties, just like he’d instructed. With a feral sound, he thrust his middle finger into her pussy.

Her thighs tensed as his digit wormed deeper into her, feeling the insides of her cunt. She gave a humiliated, choking groan, unable to resist the need to try and squirm away from the invasion.

Nicholas grabbed her ankle and yanked her back towards him.

“Don’t try to get away, you stupid slut,” he growled.

He felt lightheaded. Every time he spoke he was terrified she’d recognize his voice, but that terror added an addictive edge to his lust.

He added a second finger, forcing his way into her tightness. The texture of her pussy walls fascinated him. He’d always assumed it was smooth inside, but there was topography, a shape to her inner sanctum that he couldn’t help but explore.

He was sweating, and so was she – he could feel the dampness of her skin, smell the salty pheromonal odor, and with a dizzying rush he realized that her pussy was getting wet.

Marion whimpered through the gag, cringing at his touch, but there were biological processes at work that she was helpless to prevent.

There was a burning weight in Nicholas’s chest. He pulled his fingers out of his cousin and smelled them, tentatively licked them, tasting the tangy, musky flavor of her cunt. He’d always found the thought of pussy-eating to be slightly disgusting, but maybe for Marion…

Taking her by the hips, he flipped her over onto her back, and she stiffened as she realized it was about to happen.

“You’ll enjoy this, you slut,” he said.

He stepped between her legs, clumsily inserted his cockhead into her opening, and pushed.

Nicholas’s eyes almost crossed as he felt the sweet, wet hotness of her tight pussy. The sensation of his cockhead gliding into her, that texture he’d felt now enveloping the sensitive, velvet-soft tip of his penis, was indescribable.

He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, coughed, drooled a little. Grabbing handfuls of his cousin’s juicy titmeat, he began to saw back and forth.

His heart was hammering, breath coming in staccato gasps. Heat rose inside his belly. He had to make this last, had to…

“Oh, fuck!” he yelped, and came inside Marion’s sweet pussy.

He was on the outstroke when it happened, close to her entrance, and when his knees buckled and he slid all the way back inside her, the feeling of her around his overstimulated, squirting cockhead almost overwhelmed him. Shuddering with an intense pleasure close to pain, he pulled out and dropped onto the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling in wonder.

Shaking with disgust, Marion took her chance. She curled her legs up, knees against her chest, and got her cuffed hands in front of her. Hurriedly, she ripped her blindfold off and unbuckled the gag.

Then she turned her head to look at her rapist, and saw her cousin Nicholas panting, glassy-eyed, and grinning like an idiot.

Her scream of rage pierced his orgasmic cloud and sent a chill down his spine. Without realizing he was moving, he leapt off the bed and spun to stare at her.

She got up on her knees on the bed, her eyes ablaze, tears drying on her cheeks with the heat of her anger and contempt.

“Nicholas!” she shrieked, choking on his name. “You’re fucking dead, you hear me? You are fucking dead! My dad’s going to blow your goddamn brains out and I’m going to stomp on them, you fucking bitch.”

Nicholas cringed away from her, his too-imaginative mind spiraling through the consequences of his actions. He saw court, ignominy, media coverage, jail…

Her voice washed over him, unheard, as his face slowly set into an ugly mask.

This was all her fucking fault.

“This could have all been so easy,” he said, his voice an uncanny, high-pitched growl as he raised his head to look at her.

He took a deep breath, held it with his eyes shut, then blew it out softly.

Marion sucked in air, and Nicholas slapped her in the mouth.

“You have something to say, cunt?” he said.

She lashed out with her foot, aiming at his balls, but he caught it and twisted hard, and Marion screamed as she flopped onto her belly to avoid her ankle breaking. Her cuffed hands were trapped beneath her body.

“I’m a bitch, huh?” he panted, looming over her, and she smelled his breath as he leaned in to bite her shoulder. She squealed as his teeth sank into her flesh deep enough to draw blood.

“You stupid slut,” he said. “You couldn’t just let it fucking happen, you had to ruin it, fucking bitch.”

Beneath him, Marion moaned, her anger turning to terror like paper flaming to ash.

She heard a sharp click.

“Nicholas!” she screamed. “Nicholas, please!”

He dropped his open pocket knife on the bed, next to her face, and then spread her asscheeks open. His cock was painfully hard again.

Marion’s eyes locked on the blade, and then her cousin’s cockhead, lubricated by his semen and her juices, pressed against her tight asshole.

She couldn’t believe it for a second, then the ripping pain of his hard thrusts flashed up her nerves, a tearing ache that made her bawl his name into the sheets.

Nicholas heard the surrender in her broken voice, and it spurred his lust to new heights. He grabbed her hair in both hands, hauling back as he raped her. Marion’s hot little butt was even better than her pussy, it was so fucking tight that he couldn’t believe how it felt. If he hadn’t just cum inside her he would have already painted her guts white with his seed.

“Augh! Ahhhh! Nicholas, no!”

The tears had started again, hot and stinging as they fell to the bed. This was horrible. It was worse than anything she had ever experienced. There was a sick, wet heat rising through her, filling her body.

Her clit was being rubbed against the sheet every time he thrust deeper into her ass, tingling and insistent.

“No, no, no...” she sobbed into the sheets, writhing underneath his rutting body, trying to resist what was happening inside her.

“That’s fucking right,” he said. “This is what you get, you fucking cocktease. You get raped in the ass, you like that? Huh? Cunt!”

“No-o-o-o-o!” she wailed. “God, please stop! Stop him!”

The feeling of power that filled him was ambrosia. This stupid stuck-up whore who’d been teasing him his entire life had lashed out at him, threatened him, scared him, and this was what she fucking deserved.

He’d wanted to stay anonymous, wanted to see the brokenness in her eyes at the next family reunion, but just at this moment the fact that she knew it was him was setting his nerves on fire.

He grabbed the knife and held it in front of her face, his knuckles almost touching her.

“You see this?” he said, the exertion of sex in his voice.

Marion mewled something in response. She was submerged in her sensations, of her cousin’s cock plowing deep into her untested guts over and over again, of the stimulation on her clit, of the raging emotions filling her body and brain.

After a moment, her eyes focused on the knife blade.

He saw the chill in her expression and reveled in it.

“Hurting you feels so fucking good. You like that, Marion?”

He pushed his dick into her as hard as he could, twisting her hair with his left hand.

“You like getting buttfucked like this?”

She just gurgled, her hips pushing back without her conscious knowledge, her asshole pulsing around him.

Suddenly he needed to be looking her in the face, and he awkwardly flipped her over, his cock still firmly planted inside her.

She lay there, spread open on the bed, her hands chained together over her belly, face flushed with the physical toll of her rape.

He leaned in, still rocking his hips, and she put her hands on his chest.

Neither could look away from the other. Marion’s mouth fell open, her jaw rattling as his thrusts shook her.

He put the knife to her throat, and she took a shaky breath. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fucking fair, that this miserable piece of shit had broken her to the point that…

His cock was filling her up, sliding in and out of her clasping asshole, and the heat in her core was still rising.

Nicholas saw Marion give up.

Her head fell back, a groan coming from clenched teeth as her body spasmed in orgasm beneath him.

The rush of triumph that filled him overrode any remaining morality or even consciousness. Somewhere deep inside it struck him that there was only one way to cement this ultimate victory against his teasing cockslut of a cousin. The thought burned its way into his brain, shining like the filament of an incandescent light.

With a sound like a laugh, he lifted his knife and plunged it downwards into the pretty hollow where Marion’s neck met her shoulder.

The blade sank in so easily, slicing her flesh like butter, and as the new pain hit her she snapped her head back up, her eyes wide and staring.

At the sound of his cousin’s low, miserable wail of despair, at the feeling of her butt so hot and snug around him, Nicholas came.

Marion couldn’t feel the jet of sperm that splattered inside her intestines. Her hands twisted in the cuffs, clawing at Nicholas’s chest and belly, leaving red lines behind them, but he didn’t seem to notice. There was a feral intensity on his face as he pulled the knife free with a gush of blood.

“No, please, no more!” she pleaded, then gasped as he drove the knife deep into her belly.

New tears were rolling down her cheeks as the humiliation and pain of her rape, the nightmare of orgasming to her own defilement, shifted into the certain knowledge that she was about to die here on this filthy bed. She choked on a sob, filled with a terrible despair for the loss of everything she’d dreamed for the future.

Then Nicholas twisted the knife in her guts and ripped it out, and the horrible pain snapped her thoughts back from black horror and into the red immediacy of where she was right now – here, in this awful bed, with her cousin’s dick still up her ass, his cum in her pussy and deep in her asshole, two fresh new holes covering her body with shiny crimson.

She made a guttural sound of raw pain and hate. She hated him, what he’d forced her body through, the unforgivable insult of making her cum almost seeming worse than the fact that he was murdering her.

He breathed in deep, and she cried out as he thrust his knife through her lovely right breast and into her chest.

Blood started to fill her lung, and she coughed, spitting red across his chest. She was beyond speech, mentally and now physically, unable to vocalize the endless seething hate and loss that filled her. All she could do was stare at him, as blood dribbled down her body.

She could barely keep her head up. She managed to squeak out a pathetic protest as he stabbed her in the belly again, then pulled out and placed the tip against the curve of her left breast, playing with the blood already flowing there from her other wounds.

Licking his lips, he leaned in, and her body seemed to curve up to meet him as the blade slid so, so smoothly through the softness of her breast and between her ribs to impale her other lung.

A bubble of red formed on her lips, popped, and she shuddered beneath him. Dimly, she could sense that his cock had hardened inside her again, and she cursed him with the remnants of her rapidly declining mental faculties.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you you piece of fucking shit Nicholas I hate you I hate you oh God it hurts, I hate that this turns you on, you fucking bastard how could you how could you how could you fuck you fuck you

She tried to project her thoughts through her eyes, to communicate it to him, but it was useless. All that hate and shame and suffering stayed locked in her head as her cousin stabbed her over and over, little grunts coming from her lips at each strike as he pumped yet another load of sperm up her unresisting asshole.

All of her dreams and hopes, the tingly way she felt when teasing men, her cheerfulness, her loves and losses and the sea of hatred that had consumed her last moments dimmed, and darkened, and slipped away as Marion bled to death with her cousin Nicholas’s cock still rutting inside her guts.

Presently, he realized he was fucking a corpse, and pushed himself away with a shudder.

After a few moments, Nicholas shivered despite the heat. He looked down at the blood soaking his body and began to hyperventilate.