Nerd Girl
By Devilina Huntress, devilinahuntress@protonmail.com
Who?s laughing now?
  
Caren was really smart and attractive. What was also pretty 
uncommon is that she was a shy and sadistic girl. While her parents and 
professors in college were applauding her intellect, she was unpopular 
among students - they always laughed at her stuttering, not knowing 
her dark secret. Apparently, she genuinely wanted to torture 
somebody, she fantasized about it frequently. She wanted to mock her 
victim, to torment them, and to put them to death in the worst, most 
humiliating way possible. As a smart girl, certainly, she never hoped to 
live her dream and get away with it. 
The only thing that reminded her passion was her favorite pocket knife 
she always kept in the purse - otherwise, she looked pretty casual. 
On one of her bad days, she was coming home very late. Guys from the 
college were laughing at her stammering again, the professor was upset 
about lab rats exploding to pieces after receiving her experimental cure 
for flu. After spending her whole evening figuring out the reason for 
that phenomenon and failing miserably, she took off her lab suit, 
dressed up in black leggings, a t-shirt, and a brown coat which barely 
covered her fine round bottom. She wiped her thick-rimmed glasses, 
put them on, grabbed a purse, and went outside. 
It was raining but the bus, fortunately, arrived quickly.  
She was reading something on her smartphone as a man of her age 
grabbed it and ran away. 
- H-hey s-stop! No! 
She followed him out of the bus, running as fast as she could on her 
high heels. 
- S-stop! 
He ran into the old district with abandoned industrial buildings as she 
followed furiously. Finally, they ended up at a dead-end. She was 
gasping. 
- G-give... Give me the ph-h-hone b-back. 
- Ha-ha! Or else what? Are you gonna make me laugh myself sick? 
- You b-bitch! - she was really angry now. After a few seconds of 
searching through the purse, a knife appeared in her hand. She started 
to realize the place was quiet and nobody would hear anything - she 
was worried about her. She has to protect herself - this was the kind of 
place where rape is regular. 
- Wow, girl, easy. 
- Sh-hut up, y-you! Give it back! 
- Okay-okay, here is your phone, relax. Can I go now? 
- N-no. 
- What? 
She looked at his frightened, stupid face. It was like an appetizer for her 
- she wanted more. She wanted power. 
- L-listen, you f-freak. You p-picked a wrong d-day to rob me. 
- I'm sorry! 
- Oh, you will b-be. You will. 
She came closer and put a knife to his throat. He swallowed, feeling a 
cold metal blade almost puncturing his skin. With her free hand, she 
tore up her leggings at the crotch level, revealing her smooth flesh and 
her wet, hot vagina. She smiled triumphantly, determining his future. 
She finally was in control. 
- O-on your knees. 
He obeyed. She barely breathed, afraid to lose the initiative. The kid 
was staring at her bare crotch in fear. It turned her on even more. She 
undid the coat and tore up the t-shirt on her breasts, revealing her nice 
tits with hard, pointy nipples. She was breathing hard from excitement. 
She formed a big blob of saliva and spat on his humiliated face. 
- N-now kiss. 
She thrust her pelvis bringing her dripping cunt in contact with his face. 
He obeyed again, still threatened by a knife. He was scared and served 
her well, working his lips on every inch of her delicate pussy. She was 
softly stroking her breasts with a free hand. 
- Y-yes-s... 
As she was pulled away by the flow of immense pleasure, she started to 
rhythmically, forcefully grind her pussy into his face. Notably, as she 
was raping the man she didn't forget to keep a knife at his throat, her 
hand trembling from excitement. Her body became tenser, she now 
raped him angrily, aggressively. She started kneading her breasts, 
squeezing them painfully, harder and harder. The desire was 
tremendous - his whole life depended on her. One sharp movement - 
and he would die right away. These kinds of thoughts excited her. 
- F-f-fuck... Eat me, you dipshit! 
Her stuttering suddenly disappeared. 
- Do you hear me? Oh, that's right... There, sweetie... Yeah... 
He was licking her gently, delivering tickling orgasmic vibes. She 
stopped for a while, tasting this new sensation. She took off her glasses 
with a shaking hand before continuing to caress her boobs. 
- Now. Pleasure me like never before... Your life depends on it, - she 
said, relishing every word. 
"This is my chance to get away with the killing. Will I take it?" - she 
thought to herself while starting to gradually increase the pressure of 
her pussy on his face. She even grabbed his hair with a free hand for 
better control. 
She looked into his frightened, wet eyes as he was begging her with his 
tongue. She rubbed and ground her vagina on his beaten, torn face as 
her hand with a knife was getting numb. She knew he would kill her if 
the knife is out of her hand. She needed to get this over with, and 
quickly. She increased pace. 
- Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuck! Suck it, bitch! F-fuck! 
She was raping a helpless man, her knife almost puncturing his neck. 
His whole life was in her hands... Until she felt the hand with the knife 
weakening. 
"Not now, I'm so close!" 
She was humping him mercilessly, faster and faster, feeling the 
orgasmic waves taking her over. Her hand with the knife trembled, 
threatening to lose it. She had to move it. She had to. But she couldn't 
stop. 
- Yes, more, more, fuck! Shit! 
She raped him faster and faster, feeling her hot labia spreading across 
his entire face, her pussy owning him. He succumbed to her as she was 
losing control over the situation - the knife was falling as he stretched 
out his hand to catch it... It was her orgasm or his life. And, 
unfortunately for the victim, he didn't get to choose. 
- Ah! Ah! Ah! Beg me! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! O-o-oh!.. 
She squirted all over his face, simultaneously cutting the guys' throat, 
the blood spraying on her knees. He was surprised he didn't make it. 
- Yeah... It's your own fault. 
She cruelly looked into his eyes, while he was trying to stop the blood 
flow. She didn't help. She looked at his squirming body as the life was 
slipping out of him. Then she took a pair of towels from her purse and 
wiped out the blood from her legs, throwing them at him afterward. 
Finally, she casually put on her glasses, her coat, covering the holes in 
her leggings and t-shirt, turned away, and went home as he was dying 
in the dead-end, covered by her juices, never to be found.

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