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"Huh. So it's you..." I glance around. "I thought Meg would be here." She mumbles something into the gag, shaking her head. "Well. Pity that. I have this erection that won't go down, and... heh... yeah, I was going to literally rape her to death. Like, just - fuck her until she keeled over from exhaustion, then plow right through one of her eyes, screwing her brains out." Lois looks shocked. Also wet. Her hips rock, and she presents her rear to me, mumbling something that might have been 'what about me'? I laugh. "Miz Griffin, I don't think you understand... I'd want to do that to Meg, because... well, I think she deserves a good fucking, some real pleasure before she goes down. You, though..." I pull the six pound sledge out of my bag. "You can go down the easy way."

I wind up with a huge underhand stroke, smashing the hammer into her cunt from behind; she topples like a ragdoll, screaming. I can't tell if she came from the impact, or if the spattering of nectar is from how wet she was earlier. Doesn't matter. As soon as she rolls over onto her back, writhing in pain, I bring the hammer down again - shattering one leg. Then the other. Both her kneecaps destroyed, I move to her shoulders. Then I start to bash her breasts in - both a pleasing target visually, and because the feel of the ribs cracking and caving behind them is wonderful. By the fifth stroke, she's spitting blood out around the gag - bits of bone are already puncturing her vitals. By the seventh stroke, her ribs are ruined, her organs perforated. And by stroke ten, I plow past and crush her heart.

I don't bother to use the corpse. I just leave it. Let the idiots figure out how to deal with this scene.

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Well, well, well. Looks like Roxy Lalonde isn't as good with her powers as she thinks - funny what happens when you're relieving tension and your void-invisibility stops working. She's too stunned and humiliated to move. Take advantage of it. FINISH HER!