I don't usually take contracts from children, but Misty is a friend and I have to admit that I've always wanted to see how Serena tastes. I put together a bag of supplies, uncertain what to do to her when I got the chance I simply put everything I'd need for anything in there, lugging the whole thing to my victim's house. She was out at school, and the house would be empty aside from myself and her until the next day, so I had no need to kidnap her which I'd considered anyway, just for fun, but decided against it.

When she came in I was standing right behind the door, having more than a little trouble containing the occasional giggle as I let her walk past me and into the house. I had locked all the other doors and windows over an hour ago, and made her jump by slamming the front door and enjoyed the look of sudden fear as she saw me lock it.

Her eyes darted around looking for some weapon or way out as I practically danced toward her, the swing of my hips and smile spreading over my face distinctly frightening. She noticed the array of knives I'd laid out on the small table in her living room and rushed over grabbing a small one and standing with a pathetically flimsy stance. When I continued moving toward her, soon within easy arms reach she screamed and stabbed forward with the knife.

I turned just slightly so that the knife slid into my side without cutting more than skin and a few muscles, drawing a pained moan coupled by a wider smile. Serena let go of the bloodied knife, leaving it sticking a couple of inches into my abdomen. She was shaking and crying now as I backed up against a corner, never changing my slow pace forward until she was pressed between the wall and my body.

She whimpered pathetically as I leaned down and took a deep breath of her hair and flesh, my face nuzzling the crook of her neck. “This is going to be so much fun.” I purred, licking her ear and pushing her up against the wall with my body for a moment before taking a step back and pulling the knife from my body with a practised disconcern. She looked at me with wide eyes as I raised the knife and I knew she was about to scream.

I really had no reason not to let her scream, the walls were thick and no one was in the house. But before she could let the breath out in a shrill shriek, I slammed the knife up beneath her jaw, sticking the steel up through her mouth, piercing her tongue and even nicking the top of her mouth with the point of the small blade, holding her mouth shut. Her eyes bulged and she tried to make a sound but could only whimper sadly at my grinning face, blood streaming from a corner of her mouth.

I used the knife in her head to pull her down to the flood, her hands scrabbling feebly at my wrist to try to pull the knife out of her mouth. I kept her sat up against a couch so that she wouldn't drown in blood too quickly and twisted the knife before yanking it out causing her to grasp at her mouth and the hole beneath it, sobbing while trying at the same time to keep herself choking on the blood spilling into her mouth.

I took the time this gave me to cut the clothes from her writhing body. The teen was a little younger than I generally prefer, but that didn't stop me from admiring her body as it was bared before me. Her breasts were larger than I was expecting, and her stomach still had a childishly round quality to it. Her cunt drew my gaze quickly though, it was a smooth mound between her writhing legs, just a hint of hair touching it.

I licked my perpetually smiling lips as she recovered enough from the shock to realise what I was doing, my long tongue soon finding a quivering nipple and and pulling it between my teeth to be abruptly crushed. A gargling peel of a scream came from her as she grasped my hair, trying to pull me away from her breast but I just held on and swayed my hips back and forth happily at the taste of blood on my tongue and the sharp pain of her desperately pulling at my long hair.

(Not going to post the whole scene I wrote here because it isn't polished even as well as the rest of this, and if I did it might go on for way too long for the RP section.)

I pulled my knife from what remained of her left breast, kissing her little lips and tasting what was left of the other on her shredded tongue. She of course hardly responded, a choking breath being pulled from my mouth. I rubbed my knee against her ruined snatch in a vain attempt to get a final reaction, but she just breathed, tears slowly managing to leak from the corners of her slowly blinking eyes. There was little point in mutilating her further, she was already well and properly shredded anyway.

With a loving sigh I brought the knife up to her eye and pushed it slowly inside. I was happily surprised to catch a hint of fear in the other eye as the left was popped and impaled on my knife. I twisted the blade slowly when the point met the thin bone behind the eye, then I shoved it down quickly, enjoying how her body twitched and jerked beneath me as I tore into her brain, tilting the knife and stirring until she fell utterly still.

After cleaning my blade and replacing my clothes I snapped several pictures of the scene before packing up all of my equipment, a little sad that I had ended up only using the single knife, though the twinge in my side at the thought of how I'd decided upon it washed that regret away. I left the door of the house open, knowing that her parents would be hone in the morning, and finding their daughter like that... I almost came again just at the thought.

***

I rather enjoyed the Spider Lady, so I think that I'm going to give someone this beautiful little creature to fight and kill creatively. Do me proud.