Kill the lights

 

  1. The traffic was often quiet at this time of night. You work the night shift at a local factory, only getting home at 3AM in the morning, driving for about 45 minutes on a dark, empty stretch of road. It was weirdly calming in a way, the quietness of the road almost moulding with the darkness that was only carved through by your headlights. You arrived at your house, based in a small town inbetween two hills.
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  3. You walked into your house, the porch light activating as you stepped into view before you went into the kitchen and turned that light on, placing your bag on the kitchen counter shortly afterwards. It was dead silent except for the sound of you undoing your back and the sound of rustling foliage, which seemed weird due to the fact that there was no wind. But I didn’t really matter, it was probably a animal after all.
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  5. But then it happened the next day. And the next. And the next. After a week you decided to investigate, figuring that the animal had decided to route itself in the bushes. You waited until it was morning and went to the bushes and pushed through them, trying to find anything that would resemble a animal or anything that resembled animal tracks. Nothing was there except for a couple of indents in the ground. You decided to go inside, figuring that your paranoia had gotten the better of you.
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  7. After that whatever was in the bushes was a lot less active, still going inside but making a lot less noise then before. However, you then started to feel like you were being watched by something that didn’t want to make itself known. You started feeling like this when you realised that items in your house appeared to of moved form where you had placed them when you left. It started with small things at first, like ashtrays or glasses being moved slightly but got more and more noticeable when things you had put on one room appeared in a different room by the time you had arrived back home.
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  9. This only increased the feeling that you were being watched. For the next couple days you decided to check do the bushes at night, taking a torch and scanning through them. You found nothing,despite the fact that the rustling was still there when you were inside. After those attempts to find what was out there proved fruitless, you decided to let it rest, figuring that whatever it was didnt want to hurt you.
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  11. Then it all took a turn for the worse a few days later. You had got home and done your usual routine and turned the light on, only for the lights to turn back off a couple secones later, the phones blaring out a monotonous tone, signalling that it was disconnected. At first you thought that it was just a power outage, something that could simply be rectified by turning the breaker on and off, which was in the garage. But when you got the breaker you were greeted by the sight of the breaker being slashed to absolute shit.
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  13. You looked on at the smashed plastic and cut wire, realising that whatever was in the bushes had now decided to make its move. Out of fear and instinct, you quickly ran out of your garage and back into your house, locking the door behind you. Then you realised that whoever slashed your power might off just lured you out to go inside your house. Despite all your fears you decided to walk forwards into your house, walking through the now darkened halls.
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  15. You flinched with each sound that admitted from the walls of your household, each creak of the floorboards and each thump on the floor filling you with dread, looking over your shoulder every couple of seconds. Eventually you made it to your bedroom, open and shutting each object it could be hiding in. Suddenly you started hearing Large, slow footsteps behind you. Before you could actually turn around, the person behind you did it for you, grabbing you by the shirt and flicking you around, giving you a good look at your assailant.
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  17. She was about a foot taller then you, towering over you as she grabbed you. She was wearing a tight dark blue jumpsuit with curved around her breasts and thighs, the jumpsuit covered in stains and dirt,the occasional rip going down the blue fabric. The woman was wearing a scratched and withered hello kitty mask, her hair messily going down her scalp and onto her back, bits of dirt moulded into her hair. She was wearing thick combat boots which were broken in certain places and in her had contained a large, sharp knife.
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  19. Despite the fact that she could easily kill you at this moment, she didn’t, instead chucking you onto the bed, whispering to herself as she walked over to you, knife still in her hand, before jumping on your bed and pushing her legs down onto yours and holding the knife near your throat. After a couple seconds if that she withdrew the knife and placed it under your shirt, slowly going down the fabric and cutting it neatly in two.
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  21. Then she moved to your lower half, cutting through both your trousers and your underwear, slowly cutting them into pieces before she ripped the tattered fabric away, leaving you entirely naked. She yet again placed the knife near your throat, using her other hand to slowly unzip her jumpsuit, her firm breasts coming out as she did so, before pulling her arms out and pushing the jumpsuit down to her legs, revealing her dripping wet pussy and the several scars and cuts that cover her body.
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  23. She was still whispering things to herself, too silent for you to hear, before she raised her hips and slammed them onto your dick, pushing you into her wet pussy, the knife slightly going up your chin. A loud moan echoed from your lips, the knife digging into your jaw slightly she began to move up and down your rod, thrusting upwards and downwards as she began to loom over you, looking directly into your eyes from her eyes.
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  25. She continued to bounce up and down your cock, making quiet moans as her firm breasts bounced with her, sweat slowly tricking down her curves. Her pussy was surpsingly tight and her hands incredibly steady, not even shaking as the knife was pressed up against you mouth, with her adjusting the knife so the razor sharp tip was placed in the middle of your jaw.
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  27. Her thrusts increased in speed, her waist hitting yours as she moaned slightly louder, your moans easily overshadowing hers. She pushed herself on top of you, her breasts pushing onto your chest, pushing one of her arms under your body and running her fingers down your backs, scratching you slightly. With your face next to hers, you could finally see her eyes which looked glazed over and soulless.
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  29. Suddenly she started violently ramming her hips into you, much faster then she was doing before, now moaning directly into your ear. You could finally hear what she was saying, which turned out to be random utterings of “Yes” and half baked words which mixed with moans, all said with the same emotionless tone. Her warm breath was going down your ear, the knife now being pushed to your throat, the blade glistening in the moonlight, the pressure building up in your cock making your breathing harder.
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  31. After a minute the pressure became too much for you, a orgasm erupting from your dick into her tight pussy, a massively loud moan coming out of your mouth. Her moans become loud for the first time in the entire session,the knife moving up your chin, making a slight cut across it, her hips pressed into you, determined to take in every single drop, the hand behind your back now digging it’s digits into your flesh,beads of sweat falling down both of your bodies as laid down in the bed.
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  33. You both stayed still for a couple minutes, the knife now not placed near your throat as the woman rested, getting up a minute or so later and crawling towards your ear and moving her mask up slightly, speaking a actual sentence. “Don’t worry yourself, I won’t hurt you, ever.” She said in a hushed monotone, moving up above you, not breaking eye contact as she put her jumpsuit back on, cum drippling down her thighs as she zipped it up, taking her knife and walking out of the room. For a while you just stayed still, not sure if this was all a weird trick but then realised that she was being completely serious. You didn’t know what to think. On one hand she has been stalking you for a week and seemed insane but on the other hand she seemed like she was being serious about not hurting you and you just had what might be the best sex in your life, which absolutely tired you.
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  35. But hey, at least you could book a day of work to reconnect the power. And maybe to see if you stalker would come around during the day,

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