PRINCESS HILLARY

by Queen Victoria

I was sitting in front of the TV watching some mundane talk show when my roommate walked into the apartment. We spared each other barely a glance, but the tension was palpable. I heard the familiar sounds of her grabbing the cordless phone and locking herself into the bedroom we shared. I hit the mute button to the TV. It was enough so that I could hear every word that she spoke to whomever was on the other end of the call.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked…a moment of silence, “No, God I can’t stand living with her anymore. She’s such a bitch. I can’t wait to get out of here next week. Can you believe that she is trying to force me to pay the whole month’s rent? I told her I would but she’s not getting another dime out of me.”

I listened as she continued to bitch and moan about my “unfairness.” I grew angrier by the minute. I couldn’t believe that she was calling ME unfair. I had been picking up the slack for the utility bills for the past four months. I was so fucking nice to her that I even cleaned out her goddamn cat’s litter box. Where the hell did she get off calling ME a bitch?

I was furious. For six months I had listened to her, the spoiled brat, the princess, talk her way out of anything. She was her parent’s pride and joy, and she was the snottiest cunt that I had ever met.

A few minutes later she walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make another “animal friendly” meal. She was all for saving the animals from pain, but I’d seen her destroy her best friend’s life with the snap of her fingers. She had about as much compassion as a shark, but nobody knew that except for me.

I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

“Hi!” I said in my super friendly fake voice.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” She replied with the same mocking tone.

We stood in the kitchen making mindless chit-chat for a few minutes. I watched her as she prepared her meal. It was obvious to me that she hadn’t worn a bra today. She really couldn’t get away with it without people noticing. She was too big, I would guess a C cup, on the verge of becoming a D. She always wore her earthy toned sweaters that were bulky everywhere except around her tits. They clung to them, and I always felt that if I looked hard enough I would be able to see her nipples poking through the loose weave of her sweaters. They made my mouth water.

I couldn’t explain it. There was nothing extraordinary about her appearance to make me ignore my disgust with her personality. She had plain brown hair, and dark brown eyes. There was nothing remarkable about her figure, she weighed probably around 140…but those tits! They were just so damn perky, it was incredible to me that they could be so big and stand out so straight. I had a hard time not staring at them during most of our conversations.

I ended the conversation. The sheer fakery of it all was making me sick. She was making me sick. I walked out of the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer it and when I saw who it was I had the overwhelming urge to slam it back shut.

“Hi Laura,” I said through clenched teeth and a fake smile.

“Hi, Amber. Is Hillary here?” she said with equal animosity.

“Of course. WHY don’t you come in?” I said as she barged past me. I slammed the door shut and plopped back down on the couch despite Hillary’s glare saying that she wanted me to leave the two of them alone.

“Excuse me, Amber, could you possibly go into the other room so we can talk?” she finally asked when I ignored her glares.

“Uh, let me think about it for a second…NO. I’m watching TV. Why don’t you two go into the bedroom and talk?” I suggested.

Neither of them moved from their positions and I ignored her mumbled “Bitch.”

In response to my denial to leave, the bitch lit up her cigarette in the middle of the living room instead of going outside. I cranked up the volume on the TV in retaliation. The two of them sat down to talk, despite my best attempts to make it impossible for either of them to hear each other.

I heard most of their conversation. Both girls were majoring in writing at the college we all attended. They seemed to think that they were the only ones in their entire writing class who knew how to write. They talked for an hour in their condescending holier than thou voices, and basically ripped on every student in the class.

I was already pissed off, but this threw me over the line. I had read all of Hillary’s “private” writings…so basically I had read the bitch’s diary. It made me ill, all of the poetic lovey-dovey crap that she wrote down about some guy named Bart. The girl didn’t have one ounce of talent in her body. Everything that I read screamed piss-poor, greeting card crap.

The madder I got during the conversation the more active my imagination became. I watched Hillary as she talked, while in my mind I was breaking her cool calm and yanking her fucking nose out of her head. I wanted to make the bitch hurt. I wanted to make her see her own insignificance. I wanted fear in place of condescension. I wanted tears instead of haughty gazes. I wanted squeals of pain instead of mocking tones.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bitch’s friend got up to leave. The bitch returned to the living room after showing Laura out, “I’m going to bed. Turn the goddamn TV down.”

I flipped her off and cranked up the volume.

An hour later I turned off the TV not being able to take another re-run. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth before I went to bed. I stumbled over something. I looked down and saw that the bitch had left her clothes in the middle of the bathroom floor. I was so tempted to put them in the toilet and then piss on them I was so mad. I controlled myself and finally noticed that she had left her panties there too. I picked them up. The crotch was damp from her piss and cunt juices.

Ah, I thought, so the princess isn’t so perfect after all. I dropped them back on the heap of clothes, which I then scooped up intending to throw them on her side of the bedroom when I went in to go to bed. I quietly opened the door (don’t ask me why I was being considerate, she sure as hell didn’t deserve it). The light coming in from behind me illuminated her sleeping form and I saw that she wore only a too small T-shirt and a pair of cotton bikini panties. She must’ve changed her panties when she soiled these, I thought.

I was about to turn away to go into the walk-in closet to change when my eyes were once again drawn to her tits. They were emphasized more than ever and in the dark room I could see the nubs of her nipples poking through the white T-shirt. My mouth got dry. An idea began to form in the back of my head as I stood staring, clamping and unclamping my legs on my aroused pussy.

I wanted to rape her.

My reason flew to the forefront of my mind and I sifted through all of the possible consequences. I knew that she wasn’t a virgin so if I happened to hurt her there was nobody to say that she hadn’t just gotten laid by some random guy. Nobody would believe that a girl would rape another girl, and there would be no proof. There would be no sperm left behind to indict me. It would be her word against mine, and nobody would believe that I, a good Christian girl, would do such a thing. It was too easy.

Now was the time for action. I quickly backed out of the bedroom and went to the hall closet where I grabbed four extension cords. I still had her clothes in my arms and I dropped them to the floor and extracted her soiled panties from them.

I slipped back into the bedroom, resisting the urge to stop and stare at her tits again. I tied two of the extension cords to the posts of the footboard and the other two to the headboard. I wanted them ready when she woke up.

I jumped onto the bed, not even making an attempt to avoid waking her. She jolted awake immediately but it took her a moment to figure out what had awoken her. That moment was all I needed. I quickly straddled her chest and used all of my weight to hold her down as I grabbed her wrists and quickly tied them with the cords.

Realization of the impending danger hit her and she opened her mouth to yell at me, I leered down at her and shoved her soiled panties into her mouth making sure that the crotch went in first. Her eyes bulged as anger caused her to writhe about on the bed.

“Now, now,” I said as I sat back to tie her legs down. “Don’t even try it bitch. God, do you even know how much I’m going to enjoy this? No? Well let me show you.” With that promise I reached up to the top of her T-shirt and pulled at the neck. Her head was jerked upwards. I tugged harder and her head flopped back and forth hitting the headboard. I heard her moan just before the fabric gave way and I ripped off her flimsy shirt.

Her breasts jumped out at me. I salivated in anticipation.

“God bitch, you’ve got the best tits. Fuck! I bet every horny dick in town wants to fuck these babies. Guess who is going to get the honors. Yours truly. Aren’t lesbians just the grossest thing?” I asked mocking her position.

“After I get done with you, you’re going to have done what few lesbians have done themselves,” I promised.

I reached down and grabbed her tit, bruising it with my tight grasp. I leaned down and sucked one of her pink nipples into my mouth. They’re just soo perfect I thought….I bit down on it as hard as I could. The bitch screamed into her panties and her hips arched in an attempt to struggle. I reached over with my hand and grabbed her other nipple and pinched as hard as I could. I could taste the blood that my teeth had drawn from her nipple. I nursed the blood from her breast and then turned to her other to see if I could coax any red milk from it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed again into her panties.

I looked up at her. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and spit was seeping out of the side of her mouth. “What are doin’ Bitch?! You aren’t sucking those panties clean? You have to clean up the mess you made in your pretty white panties you dirty cunt! SUCK ‘EM, or I’m going to shove them down your throat!”

The bitch shook her head.

I grabbed her throat and starting shoving them down her throat. She gagged…I pushed harder.

“Choke on ’em you fucking dike. Choke on the piss filled panties you fucking cunt.” I eased up when I saw her throat working frantically to suck the panties.

“That’s better bitch. You suck all of that dirty piss and ass grime deep in. Yeah, aren’t you just the holy little slut now. If only daddy could see his baby girl now!” She whimpered when I mentioned her dad, but she kept sucking for fear of her life.

I reached over to her bureau and pulled out two clothespins from her stash of laundry supplies. I kept them closed as I ran them over the blood seeping from her tits. I brought the blood up to my mouth and sucked the wood clean. “Mmm, princess you’ve never tasted better. Let’s see if we can’t get you to let loose some more of this tasty juice.” At that I clamped the clothespins down on her wounded and gaping nipples.

Her chest shot into the air as her scream ripped through the bedroom.

I watched in complete satisfaction as she pissed the bed. It pooled between her spread legs and ran down on the slanted bed toward her face. By the time she had emptied her bladder her whole body was lying in a puddle of her own piss.

“Look what daddy’s little angel did! She wet the bed. Now you’re going to smell like piss you fucking whore, and you are going to lie in it while you get fucked like the whore you are.”

She was breathing heavily from her struggles and screams when I finally reached down and ripped off her panties. She was getting me so hot I had to take off my own clothes. She watched in desperation as I struggled out of my own panties and bra. I reached down and rubbed my sopping pussy until my hand was covered in my cunt juices. I wiped it on her face.

“There you go you fucking dike whore. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the fun of eating out another girl. I don’t dare let you try the real deal. You might try to bite my clit off you bitch.”

I was getting hornier and hornier the more I talked to her. I wanted to fuck her pussy, I grabbed the object nearest, which happened to be a brush and I lovingly stroked her hair.

“Princess, you forgot to brush your hair before you went to bed. Shame on you. You know what they say….a hundred strokes a day…” I swung the brush from her head to her cunt and shoved the brush handle deep inside of her dry pussy in one forceful jab. “Let me help you with those strokes, bitch.” I jammed the brush into her again and again. Her hips tried desperately to move away from my driving hand but there was nowhere for her to go. I had her right where I always dreamed of having her and it was making me hot. I reached over to my bed where my own brush lay.

“I wouldn’t want to neglect any hole, princess. After all, you only deserve the best,” I said as I held her brush in her pussy while I forced my brush handle into her tight virgin ass. She clenched her ass cheeks in rejection. I pushed with all of my might and her heard the tissue ripping as I forced the handle past her clenched asshole.

In between her screams she was mumbling into her panties and I couldn’t take it anymore. I straddled her leg and began humping away on her thigh. I held both of the brushes in one hand and I forced them both into her at the same time as I humped faster and faster on her leg. My cunt juices slid down her leg and mingled in the pool of piss and blood under her ass.

“GOD YES! YOU FUCKING WHORE! DADDY’S LITTLE ANGEL IS FUCKING ME! FUCK YES……I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER DADDY’S WHORE…YOU SLUT….FUCK YES!”

I humped madly on her leg as my orgasm overcame me. I was mindless. The force of my thrusting pussy pushed the brush deeper and deeper into her cunt and ass. She was mindless with her pain, I was mindless with my orgasms.

My hips jerked frantically “UH, UH, UHHHHHHHH, YEAH OH YEAH!”

She passed out. My final thrust sent the brushes deeper than they were meant to go and I vaguely heard the ripping and tearing inside of her as I screamed my release.

I sat back on my heels, trying to recover. I saw that she had passed out from the pain. I reached up and took off the clothespins that had caused rivers of blood to slide down the sides of her breasts onto the bed.

God, her tits still turned me on! I saw her head roll as she began to come around. I walked up the length of her body until I once again straddled her chest. She looked up at me in horror as I began rubbing my sopping wet pussy on her tits.

“Good morning Slut. What shall we do tonight?” I asked as I once again began grinding my pussy into her incredible tit-flesh. “How about I fuck your tits like they were meant to be fucked?”

I heard her mumbling into her panties, and I reached down to remove the now spit soaked panties. She had no fight left in her and I had nothing more to fear.

“Please, p-p-please, A-amber. Ssstop! Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because Princess. You need to know what a gutter whore you really are.” I remembered a conversation she’d had with her precious Bart. She had expounded a great deal on the immorality and unnaturalness of homosexuality. I wanted her to realize what she had just become….a dike.

“Guess what you are now Princess. You are a bonafide dike. Won’t mummy and daddy be so proud?” She shook her head to negate my declaration.

“Yes you are you fucking slut. Say it! Tell me what a fucking whore dike you are. Tell me how you like to have your cunt fucked by another woman…say it!”

I slapped her face. She remained silent, defying me. I couldn’t accept this. I grabbed her wrist and quickly untied it. I took her hand and forced 3 of her fingers down and shoved the remaining two into my own cunt. I forced her hand to fuck my pussy.

“Look, Slut! Look what you are doing! Fuck Yeah! You fucking dike, you like this. You’re fucking me… A WOMAN!” She still refused to say it. I hit her face again with my free hand as I continued to rock on her hand.

I slapped her with each thrust. I shoved her fingers harder into me and grew wild with my own abandon once again. I was hitting the fucking bitch harder and harder as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into me.

“SAY IT!” I demanded. She whispered something that was lost in the sound of my palm striking her cheek. “What was that, Bitch? Speak up, you dike!”

“I’m a w-whore. I’m a fucking dike! P-please now stop hurting me.”

“Not until you tell me how much you like sticking your hand up my cunt!” I demanded as I slapped her once more to keep her words coming.

“I like my hand in your fucking cunt! Yes, it’s so sweet and sticky! Please fuck my hand harder, harder!”

Her words, as insincere as they were, were the last straw. I lost control and my orgasm was more intense than the first.

“YESSSSS! FUCK YEAH, BITCH!” My cunt juices rolled down her arm, coating her skin.

I leaned over her face then and licked up her tears that mingled with my drying cunt juices. I grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open. I spit her tears into her mouth. “Taste how pathetic you are, Bitch. Now you know how worthless you really are.”

With that statement I crawled off the bed and untied her wrists. I began to walk out of the room to call 911 to report a break-in and a rape… “Say anything about what just happened Bitch and I promise next time there will be nothing left of your tits or cunt once I get through with you.”

Her sobs followed me out of the room.

THE END

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