The decision is made:
I was beginning to think it was time for me to move on. I had infected, used, and murdered enough women the authorities would be becoming aware of me. There was a pressure in me to destroy, and I realized it had been 14 days since my rape of her ass had implanted Rose. The day had come to end the sole survivor of those I had taken and get out of town. Rose had no idea I was done with her when I found her resting on the waterbed in the guest bedroom. As usual there was a brief terrified flash of her real feelings before her forced emotions took over and she dipped her gaze, waiting for me to tell her what I needed.
Rose lay naked before me on the bed, and I moved to alongside the bed slowly, looking her over to survey the marks of the damage I had inflicted over the time since I infected her. Rose’s eyes were red, with a tired and haunted look in them. One eye shaded a little black, though I could not remember slapping or hitting her face. The mark may have been a result of my grip while forcing my cock down her throat yet again recently. Her thick soft neck had few barely purple finger marks from the first night, but the largest visible damage was to her breasts.
The pale white soft flesh of Rose’s left breast was mottled with slowly fading purple marks from my grip the day I had tit-fucked her. Her right breast was in much worse shape. The alien infestation helped fight ordinary infection and speeded natural healing, but could not regrow the part of the tip of the teat I had torn off with my teeth. The whole breast was swollen and out of round, deep bruises radiating out from her mangled areola in shades of purple and yellow as the damage worked its way to the surface. That nipple was a ragged wound of tooth marks and raw barely healing flesh, with a serum crusted ragged hole where my teeth had torn away a piece of her areola.
Below her breasts. Rose’s large arched belly sagged to the sides, her lower flap of fat hanging over and partially hiding her bush. Her belly had a few mottled finger marks. Her pooch had a few that were more intense from me hanging on when I had ass fucked her. Rose’s thighs were only parted a little, giving a view of the more livid finger marks on her inner thighs. It had been a couple of days since I had cum in Rose, and the effects of the mind altering stuff in my ejaculate were easing, letting her original, uncontrolled thoughts and feeling surface a little. With the alien spawn matured in her gut she was very much still dosed enough my commands could not be resisted, however she felt about them.
I was naked and Rose’s eyes finched from the sight of my swelling but still hanging cock. I told Rose “Smile for me” and she did, her eyes teared up as I got close along-side her at the edge of the bed and she realized I was holding a large double edged knife. Rose’s smile cracked, her wide eyes shifting from the knife, to my eyes, and even briefly to my slowly swelling cock before fixating on the blade. I slowly put the knife down in her cleavage, tip towards her head and the cool flat of the blade between her heavy, gravity parted breasts. I bent over, my face just a foot from Rose’s, speaking calmly as if it was nothing important. “I know that deep down your rational mind is full of horror at what has been happening, and yet you can’t stop wanting sex with me, can you?”
Rose’s voice caught, stammering a little before she could answer me. “I can.. can’t stop it! I don’t know how you did this to me, you fucking bastard. I hate you but I need more!”
I moved a bit along the side of the bed, moving to my right to let my right hand touch the inside of Rose’s upper right thigh, fingers slipping up the warm skin towards her pussy, my wrist pushing against her belly flap. “Spread your legs for me, helpless slut, and I will let you cum and then you will have a chance to escape the torture. You need to keep cumming, and you want what I do to you to stop, yes?”
By the time my slow moving hand pressed my thumb through the padded outer lips of Rose’s cunt her inner labia were already heated and wet, swelling in anticipation and her voice a groan before she begged me. “Ahh, let me go, Mmm, I need this!”
Roseg groaned at the touch again, her resistance to my control crumbling and her legs going wider as she tried to press her cunt against my hand. I slipped my thumb up between her quickly slicking labia, just the tip sliding in the heated grip, slipping it up until it pushed back the hood of her swelling clit, the callus rubbing the sensitive bud of nerves. Rose moaned repeatedly, shifting her groin to have my thumb press firmer. My thumb still working on her clit, I bent my hand to press my index finger through her narrow but swelling lips. Based on what Rose had told me over the years about her vaginal size problem I expected her to be tight. She had long ago told me about the OB/Gyn discovering she was too narrow for the speculum so I had been saving her cunt for last. So far all the toxic, mind destroying cum she had taken from me had been up her ass or down her throat.
I worked the first joint of my finger into the tight grip, feeling Rose’s cunt muscles twitch and grip at the intruding finger, needing quite a bit of pressure to work in the next third of my finger while still rubbing her clit. Rose was moaning and gasping, her juices leaking across the rest of my fingers, the one finger fucking her with increasing roughness. In the grip of the forced arousal she was getting close to release quickly, begging helplessly. “Ahh, fuck, fuck me!”
I suddenly pulled my finger out, thumb coming off her clit as well, my hand closing over her cunt to grip tightly, stalling her progress while my left hand picked up the dagger from between her jostling breasts. I gripped the top of the hilt in just my thumb and first finger, letting the long blade hang down to settle slowly into her wide, deep navel. Rose’s frustrated words at my stopping the finger fucking cut off suddenly when she felt the sharp cold metal at her navel, her head popping up with her half-closed eyes opening wide. She froze for a moment in fear, then heard me essentially command her death.”You want to cum slut, you are going to have to stab yourself. Take this and drive it into your belly and you escape this life of this horror and torture. Go on, grab the hilt with both hands.”
Rose shook her head from side to side, denying what she was told with her voice as well, yet her hands were lifting from clutching at the bed covers, moving her fingers towards the dagger. I squeezed her gripped cunt firmly, hand moving up and down to provide her encouraging stimulation. “Please, ahhH No, dont force me Mmm, I don’t want to Ahh, NOooo! I need to cum!”
I eased my grip on Rose’s fat outer labia and puffy padded pubis, bending my index finger inward to rub across her clit, drawing a loud moan from her as her hands, trembling and fumbling, closed on the large hilt of the knife. “Just like that Rose, cum for the last time and kill yourself!”
The blade was crosswise to the way Rose lay on the bed, and I saw the sharp edged tip make shallow cuts into the side of her navel when she could not keep her hands from shifting the knife back and forth. I again drove my finger full depth into the very tight grip of her vagina, thumb finding her clit to rub very hard. Rose shuddered, narrow lines of blood visible on both sides of the blade as it cut a little down into the deep pocket of her large, wide navel. I shifted my grip on the end of the hilt, putting the palm of my hand over the small terminal knob above her gripping fingers. “Do it slut, PULL down and CUM!”
Rose could not stop her body from responding, at first crying out in pleasure, shaking on the bed with her juices gushing across my hand and the one finger fucking her tight cunt. “PULL down you worthless squealing slut, do it!”
Rose’s arms were shaking, an inch of the blade into her navel when she cried out and did as told, my hand following the knife hilt as she did it the hard way, slowly pulling half the blade into her bulging fat belly, screaming “Noo, I don’t want to die! I can’t do it!”.
I pushed down firmly with my palm driving the knife hilt-deep, her grip not resting the stab. I felt my cock pulse, and looked down to see I was fully erect now. I knew that left untreated the wound would kill her slowly and painfully over days, and both her submission and the impending end of her life were incredibly arousing. The blade was so sharp that first she felt no pain, whimpering about the 7” of cool steel through her fat and guts. “Ahh, cold, it’s so cold!”
Rose slumped, suddenly weak post-orgasm and belly impaled, her hands slipping from the knife hilt. No blood was visible around the front of the hilt until I moved my hand down the handle and twisted it back and forth roughly, also rocking it from side to side a small amount. Now Rose did scream shrilly and when I yanked the knife out of her navel the pocket quickly filled with blood, a steady trickle working its way to both sides. I quickly climbed over Rose’s thrashing right leg, my knees between her calves and flipped the knife to hold jutting out of the top of my fist. “Time to finally fuck you properly Rose, beg me to shove into you, beg it!”
Rose very strongly shook her head no even as she dug in her heels to tilt her groin back, all the more presenting her cunt to me. My left hand gripped her bruised slack flap of lower belly fat, lifting the meat to reveal her slicked labia. I set the tip of the knife between her swollen inner lips and held it there. I paused and waited to hear Rose as she desperately begged. “NO! Nooo! Don’t kill me, why are you …? I don’t want to die, please ahh, FUCK ME! DO IT!”
I drove the dagger forwards to put all seven inches of sharp steel through Rose’s vulva, slicing into the sensitive walls of her cunt. “Take it you gross fat bitch, take it all!”
“AHAHhhhh, Nooo!” Rose screamed repeatedly, her voice hoarsening, feeling the blade slice through her labia and cut into the lower walls of her vagina. The blade was horizontal side to side, the widening cut bleeding down onto the reddening covers. Her whole body shuddered and tensed, her back arcing to lift her for a moment on just her heels and the back of her head. Once the short cross-guard of the knife pressed against the gaping flesh of Rose’s bisected labia I pulled the blade out again. I dropped the knife on the bed by her ass when she slumped out of arching, the hilt too close for me for her thrashing arms to reach. As I reached for Rose’s knees I had to comment at her. “Not so tight anymore, fat bitch!”
I hooked my arms under Rose’s knees and pushed forwards, only arousal and symbiote fueled adrenalin giving me the strength to push her very heavy fat legs up, tilting up her bleeding groin as I went over her bloody belly. I groaned at the effort, then gasped as my purple-engorged, sensitive glans pressed to her hot, bloody labia and pushed in, the whole tip of my cock driving forwards and down into her cunt. The wedge shaped blade had bisected her labia deep enough my glans fit when I pushed in hard enough, resistance mounting as I bucked my hips to try and get more of my cock into Rose. There was no lack of lubrication, her heavily bleeding entrance hotly slicking my pressing tip. Her passage narrowed the further in my glans went, letting me feel the tightness of both her ridged cunt walls and the raw flesh of the knife wound.
Although the blade had gone full depth into Rose’s now-mutilated vagina, the width of the cut narrowed, making it hard to push more than the first few inches of my rampant shaft through her sliced labia. My hands went up past her spread large breasts to clutch at her shoulders, keeping her from sliding back as I fucked Rose with all my strength, speed and force rapidly mounting. My belly was sliding on the blood from her navel painting between us, my cock now half into her shuddering body. I could feel her cunt lining gripping the top and bottom of my glans, the sliced raw meat of her vaginal walls stretching aside as I kept ramming. The wounds to her cunt muscles went deep enough I was sure the overstretched muscles were tearing apart where they had been cut, more and more of my cock going into Rose. She was still screaming, her voice hoarsening and turning raw. “Ahh NO, It hurts, fuck me, don’t stop!”
Despite the fact I was riding Rose’s bulky fat body I was in some ways reminded of what it had felt like claiming a younger female’s virginity. The bloody struggle, the screams, and the tightness giving way around my cock echoed what I had done to that girl. With Roses bloated ankles on my shoulders I was fucking her almost straight down, my weight helping my cock push inward until my pubic bone was grinding down her clit, the whole of my cock over-filling her mangled cunt. “That’s it you fat bloody bitch, take it all and cum again!”
Despite the searing pain of her belly stab and the mutilating destruction of her cunt Rose was so in my control she groaned between cries. “Stop, I can’t, it hurts, ahh, Ahh Fuck me!”
I ground down on Rose between hard thrusts, my mound riding her jutting clit. The pressure in my groin was building slowly enough I was able to keep fucking Rose as her screams more and more became moans, what was left of her cunt gripping and rippling on my veined shaft, the leaking tip of my glans ramming her cervix at the top of the tight little pocket of uncut cunt-flesh. The mix of pain, stimulation, and alien biology brought her to release very quickly, her sudden muscular clenching bouncing me on her soft wobbling form. “Yess! Arrhh, Cumming, Arhh, More! Make it stop!”
I reached down for the dagger, then let Rose’s legs slip from my shoulders, the dropping angle pushing me back with her fat bloody belly until my cock was no longer in her mutilated cunt. The loss of penetration was more than made up by the sight of her face as I granted her beg, driving the point of the knife down into her open, hard breathing mouth. “It’s over bitch, that was your last ever cum!”
I was holding the blade vertical to Rose’s face, the sharp edges slicing into her tongue and soft palate when I stabbed her. Rose’s incipient cry ended with a gurgle, blood flooding her gaping mouth. Despite my weight riding her she again arched up on her heels and head, bouncing me up to drop again as she slumped back, convulsing in pain. Rose’s arms and legs thrashed on the bloody bed as I pulled myself up onto her belly, my grip on the deep thrust knife pulling and sliding me up and then lifting me enough to stare down past the knife at her wide eyed, bloody face.
I felt the blood leaking slick depression of her deep navel against the underside of my swollen cock and shifted a little, rising on my legs and settling my glans into the wound, then letting my groin drop. The blade had torn the skin and meat of her navel open wide enough that my cock easily pushed into the heat of her bloated fat belly. The feel on my hugely swollen glans and thick, bulging-veined shaft was very different than fucking any other way I had driven my cock into anyone before.
The base of my cock felt some tension from the torn skin of the belly wound, and most of my shaft was being rubbed by Rose’s heated, blood slicked belly fat around it. My more sensitive glans was among her wounded guts, shifting through the odd feeling pressures of fucking the textures of her invaded lower abdomen. I didn’t know or care if some of what I was feeling was her likely cut open guts, I was lost in the blood-lust of fucking her to death. My groin bucked fast, my cock shifting in the textures of her mutilated guts. I could again feel the energy of a dying woman flooding me, adding to the electric flow of sensations.
It was the torturing murder of Rose more than what my cock felt that put me over the edge. I twisted and pushed down on the slippery knife hilt with all my strength, the tip of the steel digging towards the top of her spine as the blade bisected and butchered her mouth and tongue. Rose’s eyes were wider than I had ever seen them as she understood I was killing her. Choking gasps coughed up a froth of some of the blood spilling into her throat as I used the knife hilt for a handle, keeping me pulled up on her torso when my balls clenched and the first thick spurt of cum flooded her spasming, torn guts. Bleeding out and her lungs drowning with blood were competing to end her life.
The pain and loss of blood was too much for Rose’s damaged body to handle, her struggles quickly slowing as my sperm pumped into her stabbed belly. I was grunting each time my balls throbbed, flooding her leaking, mutilated intestines with the thick sperm and other juices. Rose’s doomed, dying struggle to survive drove the intensity for me, seeing and feeling her life slip away even as I pumped more toxic ejaculate into her.
By the time I had finished my orgasm Rose had slumped limp under me, then earned one last spermless clench of my balls by a sudden shiver before she became even more still, her eyes fixed and staring up at me out of her very bloody face. I lay on the lifeless corpse for a few minutes, catching my breath before I startled, feeling something moving against my softening cock. I pushed up with shaky arms to peel myself out of and off Rose’s cooling, sticky body. My very drained and stinking cock came out of her mutilated navel covered in sticky, clotting blood and trailing a thin, stretching strand of softly glowing cum. More deep red, almost black blood welled up, followed slowly by the gelatinous mass of the newest alien spawn after its two weeks of growth in Rose’s gut as the now-spent incubator.
“Whew, there you go Rose, it’s over for you.”