A friendly neighbour

(Tags: Ryona, puke, rimming, snuff)

This is my first attempt at guro erotica, so feedback is welcome!

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Mark glanced at his watch as he trudged down the hallway towards his apartment door. It had been a long day, eight hours sitting at his desk, trying to ignore the constantly flickering halogen lamps in his basement office. At least he was home now, and could look forward to an evening of microwave dinner, trash TV and jerking off, until he repeated the whole process tomorrow. He sighed as he slid his key into his lock.

"Gosh, that's a big sigh. Everything okay Mark?"

He looked over his shoulder at the comment, only to see his neighbour Lia. He should have expected this, they often got home at around the same time. But he was so lost in his own mind that it's no wonder he didn't notice her.

"Oh, hey Lia, how's it going! I'm good, just stressed, you know. Had a long day at work, my boss has been chewing me out over a missed deadline, so I'm just tired."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that! Gosh, you seem like such a sweetheart, they really should be treating you better." She gave him a reassuring smile that made his heart flutter as she fidgeted with her long brunette hair. "Hey, I'm not doing anything right now. You're welcome to use my body for some stress relief if you think that might help."
She slid both of her thumbs into the waistband of her blue shorts, and slid them down slightly to reveal a thick growth of brown pubes.
"I just hope you don't mind a bit of bush." She giggled. "Being a single gal living on her own I don't really have a reason to keep them trimmed."

"Aw, that's really sweet of Lia, and I appreciate the offer, but I don't really think that's a good idea. I'm... well I'm a sadist, and sometimes if I'm in a bad mood I can't hold myself back."

"Well you're very sweet to warn me, but I don't mind if you don't. I love it when someone doesn't hold back on me, I don't mind if I end up in the hospital." She leaned into him as she whispered under breath: "Or the ground." She let out a naughty wink.

Mark felt his cock stir as she pressed her perky breasts into his chest. "Well, that settles it then. I'd love to use you for some stress relief."

She let out a excited squeal. "Oh I hoped you say that. And don't worry about me, I've got a fresh supply of Wound-Be-Gone spray in my first aid kit, so as long as I'm still breathing by the end of the night I'll still be able to make it to work tomorrow."

Mark was past the point of worrying about her at this point, so he let that comment go unremarked upon. Instead, he took her left hand in his a violently pulled back on four of her fingers so that they curled back enough that they almost touched her arm. In response, she let out a high pitched yelp that caused Marks already hard cock to twitch.

"Oh wow that smarts! I'm already so wet just from that, do you want to feel..."

She was cut off when Mark suddenly drove his knee directly into her crotch. Letting out a surprised gasp, she fell to the floor, both hands shooting to between her legs. Not giving her a chance to recover, Mark quickly grabbed both of her feet, roughly pulling her legs apart. As soon as her shorts covered crotch was exposed, he slammed down his foot, stomping on it as hard as he could. Her hands shot away, he wouldn't be surprised if he just broke a finger or two, but he didn't think too much about that, immediately following up the blow with an assult of repeated stomps on what he imagined would be an already tender area. As he did, Lia let out a series of gutteral cries. She may be cute but she screams like a wounded animal, he thought amusedly. Not that he minded, he liked it when his partners were vocal. His neighbour on the other side, Mrs. Hingle, often told him how much she enjoyed listening in on him making young woman (as well as the occasional gentleman) scream, and he hoped the busty milf was having a good time listening to the commotion in the hallway. When he eventually had his fill on crushing her cunt under his boots, he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair.
"Well, that was a nice prelude, but why don't we take this out of the hallway and into your place?"
Lia let out an incomprehensible gurgle as he dragged her by the hair towards her front door
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Mark stretched out on Lisa's sofa, making sure to rub his dirty boots into the white upholstery. He has to admit that Lia had quite a nice apartment, it was slightly larger than his, with modern furniture and large bay windows. Behind the sofa a series of artistic prints hung on the wall, depicting women of different sizes and ages, all covered head to toe in cuts and bruises. Mark made a mental note to visit more often, if Lia survived the night.

"Here's your beer, sir." Lia said bashfully.

Taking it, Mark ran his eyes over her. As he had instructed, she had stripped completely before fetching him his drink. She wasn't exaggerating when she brought up her body hair earlier, in addition to her lush forest of pubic hair, Mark noted a smattering of armpit hairs sticking out next time her large yet slightly saggy tits. Not that he minded, Mark liked to imagine that he could smell the pain he inflicted in his subjects sweat, so he welcomed anything that could trap that scent.

He lazily extended his arm with his hand extended, and Lia obediently lined up her neck so that his fingers wrapped around her throat. Mark idly watched Lia's face slowly turn blue as he thought about what he could do to her, before he violently slammed her head against the side of the coffee table. He liked it when his sluts were slightly dazed, but he decided not to risk damaging her enough that she couldn't comprehend what he was doing to her. As she groggily pulled herself to her knees, Mark pulled down his jeans and underwear.

Despite Lia's dazed state, her reaction when he freed his hard cock and heavy balls was an immediate gasp of appreciation. Mark didn't think it was arrogant of him to say he had an impressive dick, it was a real bitchbreaker. Eight inches long and perfectly curved, it inspired awe as much as it caused pain. He was used to the impressed, hungry look on Lia's face. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could he shoved her face onto his cock.

"Shut up, slut."

He had to hand it to her, despite her surprise she managed to take a respectable amount of his cock down her throat. Maneuvering her so her head was pressed against the living room wall, he started facefucking her, each thrust slamming her head against the hard surface. With each twack as her skull slammed the bricks he got deeper, until he felt her nose break against his pelvis. She'd done a good job of keeping her composure throughout this assult on her body, but as Mark started to shoot his hot cum down her throat she let out a stream of milky vomit all over Mark's cock and balls, as well as her very plush living room carpet.

"Filthy whore!"

As soon as he said it, tears immediately started welling up in her eyes. Once he pulled out of her throat the apologies started.

"I'm really sorry, sir! I didn't mean to, I just want to make you feel good. I can clean you up and..."

She was cut off when Mark wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her in the air. With a grunt, he slammed her down onto the coffee table, which immediately collapsed under the force. Lia just lay there, groaning, and Mark took a moment to admire his handwork. She was quite the sight, covered in her own puke, with a face so swollen she was barely recognisable. Her cunt was bruised and bleeding from his earlier assult, and her back was covered in scratches and bloody splinters from the coffee table. But one part of her body was still relatively unmarked, her grapefruit sized tits were still perky and unbruised.

"Stick you tongue out, bitch."

Despite her injuries she immediately did as he demanded, dilligently unrolling her tongue. Mark stood astride her, and slowly lowered his spread ass onto her face.

"I want that tongue as deep down my shitpipe as it will go, understand. I want you to taste what I are for lunch today."

Ignoring her muffled response, Mark turned his attention to the two tits in front of him. He grabbed her hard nipples and twisted them until they had done three full rotations, before giving them a nice jiggle while enjoying the screams echoing through his ass. After that he set about using them as his punching bags, slamming his fists down into one, then the other. They were quite mesmerising to watch, and Mark had a lot of energy to let out, so by the time he was done her once impressive boobs were left deflated, covered in bruises and broken skin.

As Lia's tongue continued to delve his depths, Mark looked at his watch. It was almost dinnertime, so he decided to end the night with a flourish. Reaching down, he hooked his fingers into a large gash that his beating had opened up in Lia's right tit, and pulled with all his strength. The already torn skin began to rip, and with a ragged tear he began to pull it off her body, causing her tit to split open. Even muffled under his ass, Lia's screams were loud enough that Mark knew that the all of their neighbours knew exactly what was happening. He hoped they were enjoying listening. As yellow breast tissue skilled our from the gaping hole in Lia's chest Mark dug his hands into the wound, feeling the texture of the fatty tissue as he rubbed his puke covered fingers through it. When the screams had finally subsided, he flipped himself around so they were face to face.

"You know, that really did help me get some of my stress out, thanks Lia!"

She coughed before trying to form a response.

"I'm... glad. You really... deserve to..."

Mark cut her off with a gentle finger on her lips.

"The only thing that makes me feel better than going to town on a willing victim is when I wake up the next day, and they don't. There's something incredibly empowering about knowing that I'm still here and they aren't."

She smiled weakly.

"I'm happy... I could help you."

Mark placed his thumbs over her eyes.

"This is going to hurt."

Moving his thumbs in circles as he slowly pushed down, he felt the resistance her eyeballs offered give away as he destroyed them in the most painful way he knew. Despite Lia's weaked state she let out the loudest scream yet, and continued to scream until her voice gave out. At that point, Mark knew she was done for. Sure, a full can of Wound-Be-Gone spray could probably make it so she survived the night, but like Mark said, having her bleed out slowly was a much more satisfying prospect.

Mark considers getting dressed, before deciding to just walk back to his apartment with his puke and blood spiked cock on full display. Maybe he'd run into another neighbour in the hallway on his way home. But before he did, he had one other thing to take care of. Walking back to the kitchen, he grabbed Lia's phone of the counter. Her face didn't even look like a face anymore, but thankfully her thumbs were still intact, so he was able to use the fingerprint scanner. Scrolling down through her contacts, he eventually found the word "mum", and clicked on it.

"Hi sweetie!"

"This isn't Lia. Your daughter's dead."

Mark was fairly sure Lia was technically still breathing for the time being, but he didn't want to complicate things.

"Oh no! What happened."

"I broke into her flat, had my way with her, and tortured her to death."

"Oh dear. Well, I hope she was useful to you at least. Thanks for letting me know, I'll pop by soon to deal with her stuff."

"No worries. My name's Mark, btw, I'm Lia's neighbour from number 29."

"Well thank you Mark! I'll be sure to stop by to thank you for being such a gentleman!"

Mark hung up, pleased with himself for his good deed. He realised that he had forgotten to ask Lia's mother her name, but sometimes a bit of mystery made things more exciting.