1. A Day in the Life


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Masturbation, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Author: lonelywolfboy, Rating: 75.8, Source: sexstories.com

    standard round would have been more than enough, but she wanted to send them a message so today she was using a fragmentation round. The bullet as it passed through its target shredded into hundreds possible thousands of small pieces, each barreling its way through soft tissue and then out the back of her wheelchair. No one noticed at first the Ida had died then and there, and in the gap of time Colleen took her chance and slide backwards slowly, before making her way down the building. She then made her way quickly to where she had left her car. Without a second thought she started the engine and drove away, careful not to drive away to quickly, or to slowly. Forty five minutes later she found herself back at the pent house. She quickly gathered what few precious belongings she had into her suitcase. She then retrieved the pistol she kept by the bed, and tucked it into a leg holster, which she set aside for the time being. She showered, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, getting every drop, every scent of oil out of her fur. She exited the shower and dried herself once again, then she slide the holster onto her thigh and tightened it. Satisfied that it wouldn't move she then slide on her favorite dress. A long red piece with a slit up the side that stopped just an inch away from the bottom of holster. She then set about putting on her corset. A matching red to the dress with just a hint of a shine to it, and covered in black lace. Years of practice had taught her how to put it on ...
    by herself. Next came her shoes. A modest pair of four inch heels in the same color as the dress. She always wore this outfit after a target went down. Secretly she found it befitting, to be dressed in red, the color of blood, on the nights when she herself had spilled the blood of another. Once she was fully dressed she made her way to an electrical box in the kitchen. She removed the screws with a screw driver located in one of the near by draws and set to work stripping the positive and negative wires. She dialed the fire department from the land line and made the report of a fire. She then hung up and used the wires to light a jar of grease on fire. She poured this over the counter, and it took with a furry that can only be known by a fire. Silently she made her way towards the front door. She grabbed her suite case, and the case that contained her rifle and made her way once again to her car. She was on the highway in less than ten minutes and as she drove away she watched the fire consume the pent house. Every trace of her that was there was now gone. Consumed by the fire, or washed away by the fire departments houses. She had used this method many times before. The fire department would investigate, and conclude that a shorting in the wiring had caused the grease to heat, and then catch fire. She felt bad for the owners, but knew they would be fine. Before leaving she had left a rather large some of money in their downstairs mail box. More than enough to replace the ...
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