Killer Pussy
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
With her unique machine gun she gets revenge on her rapists


Rose didn't look threatening. With her long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and
hourglass figure, she was just another hot college freshman on campus. Her
5'6", 120-pound frame certainly wasn't big enough to be intimidating. Yet, as
she marched towards the fraternity house, the high heels of her knee-high
black leather boots clicking on the sidewalk, she had a look of fearless
confidence and determination on her elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like face.

The front door was locked. It didn't matter. A swift, cheerleader-style high
kick from her big black boot sent the door flying and splintering. She stormed
inside, heels continuing to click on the expensive tiled floor of the hallway.

She found them all in the large living room, the scumbag frat boys who had
brutally gang-raped her, mutilated her, and left her for dead. She clenched
her leather-gloved fists, causing the muscles in her slender but muscular
forearms to ripple. After all the suffering, all the anguish, all the physical
and mental pain, it was finally time for vengeance.

She heard a familiar, pig-like snorting laugh and immediately recognized
Blake, the self-centered, self-righteous, self-proclaimed golden boy, the
ringleader, laughing at one of his own stupid jokes. She would save him for
last. She had something special planned for him.

"We should hit up the sorority house across the street," Blake was saying.
"I'm in the mood for some real killer pussy tonight."

She stepped into the room. "Really? You should be careful what you wish for,
*Flake*."

Everyone whirled around. Staring at her, Blake babbled, "ROSE?! B...but I
thought you were..."

"Thought I was what, huh? Dead? Well, I'm not, but all of you are going to be,
very soon. Although many of you are going to end up wishing it was even
sooner."

One of the younger guys said nervously, "Maybe we should..."

"Should what? Call the cops?" snorted Blake. "And tell them what? That the
chick we raped is back for revenge?" He sneered at the boy, then at Rose. "You
made a big mistake coming back here, bitch."

"You made two big mistakes, cocksucker," she responded icily. "First, raping
me, and second, not finishing me. Trust me, I won't be making that second
one."

The nervous boy stood up, as if wanting to run. Blake noticed and sneered at
him again. "What, you want to run, faggot? What are you scared of, you fucking
pussy?"

"Yeah!" said another frat boy, the biggest guy in the room. "Come on. There's
thirty of us and one of her. What's she gonna do?"

"You'll see," said Rose, a sadistic smile appearing on her face. She slowly
and sensually undid the buttons on her white blouse, then tossed it aside,
standing there in only her boots, gloves, and black miniskirt. She wasn't
wearing a bra and her round, firm, perky 34C tits stood proudly on her chest,
nipples erect at the thought of the carnage that would soon take place. It had
the exact effect she intended. The boys stared at her, puzzled and confused,
trying to reconcile their conflicting emotions of hatred for her and
attraction to her body.

She then removed her skirt. Since she wasn't wearing any underwear, her pink
pussy lips were exposed. Above them, her dark brown pubic hair was trimmed
into the shape of a skull and crossbones.

"What the fuck is this?" muttered one guy.

"All you're doing is making it easier for us to give you another round of the
hard fucking a slut like you deserves," smirked Blake arrogantly. He unzipped
his pants and took out his raging hard-on.

She looked at him icily and spoke just two words.

"Mine's bigger."

The young men in the room stared as a loud mechanical noise seemed to start up
from inside of Rose. Their curiosity turned to cold terror as a large, round
cylindrical metal thing made its way out from her pussy. It was the business
end of a multibarreled machine gun, fifteen inches long and three inches wide.

"Holy shit..."

"What the fuck..."

Blake, anger and fear both evident in his voice, shouted, "What's the meaning
of this shit?"

"It wasn't enough for you assholes to rape me. You had to stick other things
in there." She spat in disgust and hatred at the memory. "When the surgeon at
the hospital was reparing the damage, she and I agreed on providing me with
this little... upgrade."

One boy said, "That thing can't be real..."

Rose smiled at the speaker, took aim, and tensed her vaginal muscles for the
briefest of moments.

She knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Her muscle memory was excellent
from the long hours of practice in her secret spot out in the desert. She had
gone there many times with her father when she was a little girl to practice
with ordinary guns. It seemed fitting for her to go there to test out her new
one.

The gun spat flame for a split second.

Each bullet in Rose's vaginal machine gun was a 7.62mmx51, more powerful than
the 7.62mmx39 bullets fired from an AK-47. The multibarreled weapon could fire
50 rounds per second. In the split second that the gun had been active, about
a dozen rounds had left the muzzle and impacted the face of the boy who had
spoken. His head exploded in a fountain of red and brown goo. His headless
body stood ramrod straight for a moment, then collapsed to the floor.

There was dead silence in the room for about three or four seconds, every man
remaining absolutely still, as the overloaded male brains tried to process
what had just happened. Finally some of the guys began to turn and run, while
others remained frozen where they were, their mental systems fried by shock.
Many of them had pissed or shat themselves, or both.

She concentrated on the runners first. As her powerful vaginal muscles sprang
into action again, fleeing frat boys dropped like flies, each of them
typically getting fifteen to twenty rounds in their backs. Men were cut in
half from Rose's devastating firepower. A couple of guys were struck lower
down, bullets cutting through their thighs like a knife through butter. They
took about thirty seconds of horrific pain to bleed to death.

A group of five boys charged her, screaming. She mowed them down effortlessly
with a single long burst, pumping hundreds of bullets into their fragile male
bodies, literally cutting them to pieces. She roared with laughter as she
slaughtered them, letting all of her rage and hatred out.

Rose performed a front tuck somersault to take her into the center of the
room, letting out a high-pitched, spine-chilling warrior cry as she flipped.
Landing heavily but neatly on her booted feet, she noticed that four of her
victims had actually stopped running in fear. Seeing a metal bar hanging from
the ceiling directly above them, she grinned wickedly in anticipation. Leaping
upward, she used her trained, muscular dancer's legs to give her jump enough
height to reach the bar on the high ceiling. Gripping the bar with her
leather-gloved hands, her forarm muscles rippling, she split her legs 180
degrees, her gun pointing straight down. Then she fired, turning four male
bodies into paste. She swung her body back and forth, dismounting with a back
tuck somersault and landing right on another boy, crushing his skull
underneath her heavy boots.

She heard someone trying to sneak up on her from behind. She suddenly did a
standing back handspring, tensing her cunt muscles as she flipped. Bullets
ripped into the ceiling, then into the body of the man behind her, ripping him
in half vertically from head to crotch, and finally into the floor. She
brought down two more boys who were trying to flee as she completed her flip
and landed perfectly on her booted feet, her gun firing forward once again.
Two more quick but expertly aimed bursts destroyed the heads of the last two
who were trying to escape.

Rose relaxed her muscles and the gun ceased firing, although a massive amount
of smoke was still coming from the multiple barrels. She looked around at the
carnage. There were far more body parts than bodies, and the smell was a
mixture of guts, iron, piss, and shit. She smiled, coldly and hatefully.

She approached the big boy, the one who had thought the frat boys had safety
in numbers. Despite his size, he had been frozen in horror. As she came
closer, he finally managed to take a swing at her. It did him no good,
however, as she ducked under it easily, then broke his nose with a solid
punch. She then did a cartwheel, kicking him in the face and knocking him to
his knees. She glared down at him, savoring his terror and helplessness. She
yanked his mouth open and forced her huge gun into it.

"Suck my dick, bitch," she whispered, remembering how he had said those exact
same words to her during the gang rape. "And make sure to swallow." With that,
she fired.

She looked dispassionately at the gory mess, then kicked the headless body
down.

There were only seven males still alive in the room, including Blake. They had
all been completely frozen by pure fear. Walking up to the nearest, she lashed
out with her booted right foot. The razor-sharp four-inch stiletto high heel
drove right into his chest, finding his heart. She withdrew it with a
squishing sound as his corpse collapsed to the floor. Approaching the next
guy, she simply punched him in the throat with her leather-gloved fist,
brutally crushing his windpipe.

Blake finally managed to move. Zipping up his pants, he shouted to the
survivors, "Come on, let's get this cunt!"

Rose calmly turned, aimed low, and squeezed her vaginal muscles. There was a
burst of fire and Blake, minus both his ankles, was on the floor screaming
like a girl.

The last four frat boys were running at her. She greeted the first with a
backflip kick, breaking his neck. Next, she swept out with her leg, first low
and then high, tripping one man to the floor and ripping another's throat wide
open with her ultra-sharp high heel. She spun into another neck-breaker kick
to finish the fourth guy.

The man she had tripped got up and began running for his life down the
hallway.

Rose smirked. Raising her toned arms in the air, she performed a roundoff
followed by a series of back handsprings, elegantly backflipping like a
pro-gymnast in the direction of the fleeing frat boy. She caught up to him
easily with her incredibly fast flick-flacks, crashing into him and knocking
him down. She looked down at her victim dominantly.

Then she simply stomped on his head with her high heel, piercing his skull and
brain. Laughing, she made her way back over to Blake with a series of elegant
cartwheels and front handsprings, looking like a brunette blur.

She stood over her final victim, spitting down into his face. Blake had
initiated the whole thing. She remembered how he had egged the others on, how
he had sadistically tortured her before and after raping her. She felt the
rage inside her reach a boiling point.

"Please," he begged. "Have mercy."

Rose screamed in fury. The arrogance of this chickenshit! She kicked him hard
in the side with her big black boot, hearing the satisfying crunch of a rib
breaking. She then kicked him in the groin, laughing at his high-pitched
squeal.

"Isn't that funny," she snarled. "Remember when you were about to rape me?
Remember what I said? I believe it was something along the lines of, 'Have
mercy. Please don't rape me.' Well, now I'm going to show you the same mercy
you showed me. Karma's coming hard, and karma's a BITCH."

"But I..." Blake got no further. Rose stomped down twice with her high heels,
destroying his testicles one after the other. His horrific shriek of agony was
far louder than any of the other male screams had been that night.

"Listen to that. Your voice is becoming higher pitched already. Let's hear you
sing some more." A few more stomps from her insanely sharp heels and his penis
was destroyed as well. "Small dicked motherfucker," she taunted. "Didn't take
much to get rid of that."

Blake had been reduced to incoherent babbling. Rose sneered. "Oh, you think
that's bad? It's about to get worse."

She roughly flipped him over, slamming him face down on the floor. She then
yanked down his pants and underwear, exposing him, his pale skin and flabby
body contrasting sharply with her healthy-looking tan and nice girl six-pack
abs. His vulnerable ass was pointing upward into the air. "Now you're going to
feel what it's like to be the one getting fucked instead of being the one
doing the fucking," she whispered.

At the realization of what was about to happen to him, Blake cried out in fear
and tried to crawl away, but suddenly felt a horrific pain in his asshole as
Rose began ramming her huge machine gun into it. She used her powerful pelvic
muscles, developed from years of dance practice, to slowly force the gigantic
dildo in further and further. Blake howled in absolute agony as his rectum and
intestines were savagely ripped apart by the unyielding steel. She continued
thrusting and forcing it, mutilating his internal organs, laughing
sadistically, taunting him. "I had no idea you were such a great catcher! Oh
my God, this feels so good!"

She heard sirens in the distance and knew it was time to finish. "Oh my God, I
just can't hold it back any longer!" she mocked. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna
shoot!"

With that, she applied full force to her vaginal muscles, unleashing a torrent
of fire from her machine gun, pumping hundreds of bullets into him. Blake's
body was simply annihilated into tiny pieces of guts and bone, along with
puddles of blood. She didn't even have to pull out, as the body that had
formerly been around the weapon was completely destroyed.

Rose stood up, looking around at the blood-soaked, gory carnage all around
her, and smiled in satisfaction. Vengeance was hers.

As the sirens grew louder, she picked up her clothes and turned to leave, then
paused. She remembered how the police had not taken her seriously, how they
had said she was just a working-class country girl from Arizona, who couldn't
POSSIBLY be believed over an Ivy League frat full of the sons of the leading
figures of high society in New York and Boston. She found herself clenching
her leather-gloved fists again.

She watched through the windows as several police cars pulled up. She looked
at the officers getting out of the vehicles, at the puny sizes of the pistols
and revolvers in their hands compared to her huge machine gun. She smiled.

This was going to be fun.

THE END