Rich Bitch
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)
A killer is hired to deal with the boss' sadistic daughter.


***** AUTHOR'S CORNER *****

This is a pretty brutal story. Lots of girl against girl fighting, gore,
and death. Definitely not for the squeamish (but then, you wouldn't be
reading this if you were). I hope you enjoy it. As always, feedback
welcome.

* * * * *

The woman who slipped into the restaurant's dark booth was beyond huge.
Six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders that put a football player's
to shame, cat-like fluid movements. Enormous, veiny, rippling muscles
seemed ready to burst out of her taut dark skin.

Becky exchanged frightened glances with Cory. No small figure herself,
at a voluptuously well-endowed five-ten and thickly muscular, she
nonetheless seemed insignificant before the powerfully muscled goddess.
She nervously cleared her throat. "Lori?" she asked hesitantly.

The giantess inclined her head. "You are Becky?" The girl nodded
quickly. Lori's eyes shifted to the smaller boy. "Cory?" He flinched at
her gaze.

"Y-yes," he said.

Lori sized up her potential clients. Their unevenly tanned and roughly
muscular bodies meant they were probably farm-hands from upstate. Young
too, not more than twenty. Doubtless they couldn't afford her and she
was probably wasting her time. On the other hand, the severe bruising of
their bodies, the boy's split lips, black eyes and misshapen jaw, his
arm in a sling, and the girl's pretty face marred by two black eyes
indicated substantial abuse. Lori despised bullies. From the hefty size
of Becky, whoever the abuser was would have to be pretty big. This could
be fun.

"Those are nice bruises," Lori said, speaking to the girl. She seemed
less shy and intimidated than the boy. Becky cast her eyes down,
ashamed. Obviously she was a very strong girl, able to handle herself.
Her bruises were a sign of her failure, her weakness. Probably ashamed
that she couldn't protect the boy, Lori thought. They didn't look like
siblings. Friends, obviously, perhaps lovers. Lori stopped guessing and
focused on what they had to say. "So, who's the target?" she said
briskly, all business.

The boy, Cory, fumbled in his pockets for a moment before withdrawing a
photo. He shakily handed it to Lori. "Her name is Tanya," he said with
difficulty. Lori smiled gently at him and slowly took the photo. He was
skittish. His frame was small, not quite the build for a farm-hand,
though his body spoke of hard work. The muscle he had was earned, and
not easily. Lori studied him for a moment before looking down at the
photo. A young, striking blonde smiled up at her. "She's beautiful,"
Lori commented.

"Only on the outside," Becky spat out bitterly. Cory pulled another
photo out and handed it to Lori. She took this one without comment. This
was a full-body shot of the girl in a tiny bikini. Her chest put even
Becky's huge bosom to shame. Her shoulders were broad, strong, her
muscles etched onto her skin, her skin bronzed and perfect, her
sex-goddess body supported by long, thickly muscled legs. Her body was
equally as gorgeous as her face, her muscles perfectly toned and
balanced, the product of years of personal training and fanatical
dedication. She rested her hand on the shoulder of a much shorter boy
who didn't try to hide the frank admiration on his face. In the photo
she grinned down at him, her smile warm and friendly. Lori frowned.

"Who's the boy?" she asked.

"One of her ex-boyfriends," Becky said. "He disappeared almost a month
ago."

"Disappeared? What, did she kill him?"

Becky swallowed hard. "We think she might have," she said quietly.

"She certainly looks like she could," Lori mused. "Wouldn't be
difficult." She traced one long finger over the picture, outlining the
beautiful girl's spectacular figure.

"Excuse me, are you ready to order?" A polite waiter inquired.

Lori glared at him. Her vast muscles seemed to expand, pressing against
the tight fabric of her dress. "No," she said menacingly, "we'll signal
you when we're ready."

"Very good, ma'am," the waiter stammered and quickly fled.

Lori almost laughed at the kids' terrified looks, but she restrained
herself and smiled apologetically at them. "Really the only way they'll
leave you alone," she said. They relaxed slightly. Lori slipped the
photos into her purse. "Tell me what happened," she commanded.

Becky started to talk. "That girl, Tanya, she's the daughter of the farm
owner we work for during the summers." Lori allowed herself a brief
moment of satisfaction. "She's always been really arrogant, a total
bitch, but I never thought..."

* * * * *

Becky stopped moving and swiveled her head side to side, straining her
ears. There it was again, clearer now. Definitely a weak cry. Concerned,
she lowered the two fifty-pound bags of feed-grain and tried to zero in
on the source of the noise. She entered the stalls and heard the low
whimpering coming from the empty stall next to that bitch Tanya's horse.

She entered the stall and gasped at what she saw. Her friend Cory lay in
the hay, his face a bloody mess, his body bruised and bloody, his arm
twisted under him at an unnatural angle. He blinked blood and tears out
of his eyes and cried out at the sight of Becky's large frame,
instinctively trying to crawl away. Becky dropped to her knees next to
him and held his face in her hands, doing her best to wipe away the
sticky congealing blood.

"Becky?" he asked, finally recognizing her. He started sobbing.

"Cory! What happened?" Becky asked, cradling his broken head to her huge
bosom, confused and scared.

"Tanya, she's coming back, you have to go," Cory protested feebly,
trying to push her away with his good arm. "You have to get out of
here."

"No, shh, I won't leave you," Becky said. "You need help."

"She's crazy, she'll kill you. She'll kill us both," Cory said. "Get out
of here."

"Well isn't this touching," said a voice from behind Becky. Cory's eyes
glazed over in sheer terror.

Becky stood up and turned around to face the boss' big daughter. Tanya
easily topped the five foot ten brunette by a good four inches. The
blonde's shoulders were six inches broader, her arms nearly twice as
thick, her flexed thighs and calves beyond huge. Becky felt a moment of
fear. Tanya could break her in half without ruffling a single strand of
beautiful blonde hair.

Becky looked down at the broken mess of her friend and steeled her
resolve. "What did you do to Cory?" she demanded, doing her best to pump
up her large muscles, though the effort seemed wasted on the taller
girl.

"Is that his name? I used him as a punching bag," Tanya said pleasantly,
coolly assessing the shorter brunette. "He should be thankful I didn't
feel like exercising my legs. He's still breathing. That's more than
that old man who used to work in here can say. He was always admiring my
legs." Tanya laughed, the beautiful sound in sharp contrast to the
horror of the moment.

Becky remembered the sweet old man, Talbert, who insisted they call him
Tally and sometimes let Becky ride the horses when Tanya wasn't around.
He disappeared before the summer started this year. Becky felt the anger
in her growing, a dangerous pit of hatred coiling up in her stomach.

"You bitch!" she growled as she launched a right hook at the blonde's
smiling face.

Tanya whipped her hand up and caught Becky's punch. Still smiling, she
started squeezing Becky's fist until the smaller girl cried out in pain.
Becky desperately threw a punch with her left fist, but the blonde
caught that too. Tanya quickly stepped forward and head-butted Becky on
the bridge of her nose. She released her grip and Becky stumbled back,
rubbing the sharp pain on her now bleeding nose.

"This is too easy. I thought you farm laborers were supposed to be
strong!" Tanya taunted. Becky cried out in frustrated anger and charged
forward. Tanya gracefully sidestepped the charge and slammed her fist
into Becky's kidney, sending the girl tumbling down into the hay.

"I'm going to need some room to work," Tanya said as she brutally kicked
Cory to the edge of the stall. Her powerful foot cracked two more of his
ribs. Tanya laughed at his cries of pain.

Becky clutched her side and realized there was no way she could beat the
big sadist. "Come on, bitch, I don't have all day. Get up and fight me
or I'll have to go back to beating up your boyfriend here," Tanya
demanded.

"He's not my boyfriend," Becky coughed out.

Tanya's haughty smile grew broader. "Really? Then you don't mind if I do
this!" Her foot blasted into Cory's jaw. Blood and teeth sprayed against
the side of the stall. She reached down and easily lifted the small boy
with one hand wrapped in his bloody hair. She cocked her knee and
smashed it into his jaw, crushing it between her hard knee and the
wooden stall. She rammed her knee repeatedly into his deforming head. "I
think I'm going to burst his head open!" Tanya laughed delightedly as
blood sprayed across her huge veiny muscle-pumped thighs.

As Tanya drew her knee back, prepared to finish her game and crush
Cory's skull, Becky caught the big girl's foot and twisted with all her
considerable strength, intending to break Tanya's ankle. But the
muscular blonde was surprisingly quick and twisted her body with the
ankle, whipping her other foot around to pound into Becky's face. Becky
cried out and released Tanya's ankle. The blonde gracefully landed on
her feet.

"You two are boring," she sneered. "You're lucky I don't feel like
getting eaten by poor, dirty, pathetic servants, or I'd pop your heads
in my thighs. Get up and get back to work!" She turned and stomped out
of the stall, leaving the broken and bloody mess of her morning's
entertainment.

* * * * *

Lori hid the flush of excitement and arousal the violent story inspired
in her. She was a professional, she wasn't going to let these two know
about her darker fetishes, her secret and controlled desire to torture
innocents, to inflict pain and death on random people, the sick thoughts
that appeared unwelcome a hundred times a day. "I'm sold," she said
calmly, not a hint of the turmoil within showing in her voice. "So, do
you want her roughed up, or dead?"

The two kids looked at each other. Cory looked frightened. Of me, or
Becky? Lori wondered. Or maybe just powerful girls in general?

"The things she's done...I guess it won't really be over until she's
dead," Becky said regretfully.

Lori smiled. She preferred killing to crippling. She didn't have to hold
back. "It's probably for the best," she said reassuringly, knowing that
normal people had qualms about these things, where she felt nothing but
pleasure. "She's a big girl but shouldn't be too tough, say a week to
get to know her habits, an hour to get rid of her, I'll take fifteen
thousand now, fifteen when she's dead. Cash of course."

Becky looked dismayed. Cory, for some reason, looked relieved. "But we
only have, I mean, all we could save up, we've only got ten thousand
dollars," she said miserably.

Lori almost laughed but caught herself and turned it into a cough. Naive
kids. But she wanted to do the blonde, really fuck her up and then kill
her. "Ten thousand's fine, in advance," Lori said. Her business side
winced. Only ten thousand for a week's job, maybe longer. But the other
side, the side she kept controlled, really wanted the job. The blonde
was tall, strong and gorgeous, the kind of girl she'd like to fuck. Or
kill. Preferably both.

A flash of pain crossed Cory's face, but he quickly suppressed it. Nice
kid, Lori thought, probably wishes this didn't have to happen. Becky
looked relieved and happy. Sadistic side there, she might make a good
killer with training. Lori held out her hand and Becky handed her a
thick envelope with the feel of cash.

"Order a nice lunch," Lori said, feeling generous. She pulled a hundred
dollars out of the envelope and threw it on the table. She smiled to
herself as she walked out.

* * * * *

Right on schedule, the rich blonde pulled her SUV into the secluded dirt
parking area, ready to go for her daily run. Lori had run her route a
few times this week, a grueling, hilly run that Tanya took fast and
hard. She was in top shape. Lori smiled, looking forward to the
challenge.

She waited in a hiding spot to attack when Tanya opened the door after
her run. She jammed the sweaty blonde between the door and frame and
drove a leather gloved fist into her back.

"What the..." the blonde gasped and whirled around, escaping from the
door, dropping into a trained kickboxing stance.

"Nice," Lori said appreciatively, grinning. She kicked at the blonde's
legs but Tanya skipped away, warily eyeing the huge muscular killer.

"What are you doing?" Tanya asked in an offended tone. Lori's reply was
a feint to the left followed by a right hook that Tanya blocked with a
forearm. Skin slapped against skin with a sharp retort. Lori laughed
softly, but her eyes were cold and hard.

Tanya quickly shifted her stance, realizing she was in a real fight now.
She kicked out at Lori, a quick jab with the foot, too fast for Lori to
catch. The blonde's foot connected with Lori's rippling abs. The huge
killer grunted and fell back a step. Tanya grunted in satisfaction,
watching Lori closely.

Lori decided to use her immense size to her advantage. Four inches
taller than the amazonian blonde and quite a bit more massive, she
plowed into Tanya and received two punishing kicks to the thighs for her
trouble. Lori used her momentum to throw the blonde to the ground and
dropped on top of her. The blonde's nose erupted in blood on the first
punch and her jaw cracked on the second. Tanya blocked Lori's third
punch and hammered a fist into Lori's neck and a knee into her back.

Lori grunted in pain but continued hammering at the blonde. She noted
Tanya's style, well-trained and powerful, but definitely
classroom-oriented. There was none of the clawing, biting, scratching,
and punching for breasts that would happen in an ordinary street-fight.
Lori punished Tanya's lack of experience by pummeling her in her big
soft breasts until tears streamed from the blonde's eyes. She followed
it up by grabbing one of Tanya's arms and snapping it in her huge hands,
ignoring Tanya's tear-blind punches. A jolt rippled through Lori's pussy
at the feel of fragile bone breaking in her grip. That was what all her
height, all her muscle, all her fanatical training was all about, the
pleasure she felt in destroying another human being's body.

The blonde was in serious pain now, demoralized, her destroyed arm
flopping uselessly to the side. Lori grinned sadistically and dug her
fingers into the broken arm, savoring the blonde's cries of terror and
pain. She dug her other leather-gloved hand into Tanya's cunt, twisting
and torturing the tender young flesh there.

Lori felt some need to justify herself, to make up for the pleasure she
got in torturing the outmatched blonde. "How does it feel, huh, bitch?
How does it feel to be the one in pain, the one about to die?" she
taunted.

Tanya was crying, the sight wretched and pathetic on a girl so tall and
muscular. "What did I do? What did I do?" she sobbed out.

"What did I do?" Lori mocked sneeringly. She punched Tanya's cunt, the
blonde's reactive jerk rubbing her own wet pussy. "How about beating up
defenseless smaller kids? How about killing one of your old farm
laborers? How did that feel? Huh? About like this?" Lori rolled the
blonde over and into her massive thighs and squeezed, easily breaking
through Tanya's gym-toned abs and snapping two ribs like kindling. An
involuntary moan of pleasure escaped from Lori's lips. "Why'd you do
it?" she taunted further. "You figured he was beyond his glory years
anyway, you might as well waste him?" Lori felt a slight twinge of guilt
at her last taunt; she'd felt exactly that way many times. She'd almost
always managed to restrain herself.

Tanya coughed, blood spraying out of her mouth from her wounded insides.
"Please," she blubbered. "Please. I don't know what you're talking
about. I didn't do anything! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"Yeah I'll bet you're sorry," Lori laughed cruelly. "It's a little late
though. Like it's too late for your boyfriend!" She locked her ankles
and squeezed, crunching another rib.

Tanya managed to speak despite her pain. "Jason? What did you do to
him?" she screamed hysterically. With a supreme act of will, the blonde
brought her good arm around to hammer at Lori's face and slammed both
knees repeatedly into Lori's back. "I'll kill you, you bitch!"

The huge killer shrugged off the blows but hesitated in her torture,
suddenly unsure. "Is Jason much shorter than you? Skinny, nerdy-looking
little twirp?"

"Fuck you, bitch," Tanya spat out angrily, all her limbs collapsing in
pain and exhaustion. "You can't hurt me anymore."

Lori grabbed the blonde's broken jaw and forced Tanya to look into her
eyes. Her civilized side was repelled by the sheer hatred and fear
reflected there. "Is he alive?" she demanded.

A slight glimmer of hope appeared in Tanya's reddened eyes. "You didn't
kill him?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Lori shook her head. "What about the old man? Talbert?"

"Tally?" the blonde asked. She tried to smile and winced, the movement
too painful. "He's so sweet...he disappeared at the beginning of the
summer. Becky told me he quit. A shame to lose him, but he was so
old..." Tanya was fading.

Lori slapped her, bringing fresh tears of pain to the blonde's beautiful
blue eyes. "Call him," she demanded. "Call your boyfriend." She had an
uneasy feeling. Part of her wanted to waste the blonde anyway, it was
the job she was paid to do, and she would get off on it. But if Tanya
was telling the truth, her conscience wouldn't let her kill an innocent
victim. Usually.

"Fuck you," Tanya replied. "I'm not telling you how to find him, you
sadistic piece of shit."

Lori shrugged off the insult. She'd heard much worse from many of her
victims before they died horribly. She stood up and slammed her heel
into the blonde's left femur, shattering it so Tanya couldn't try to
escape. She found a purse in the SUV and took out Tanya's cell phone.
She found a Jason in the phone's memory and called it. Tanya spat and
hissed in pain, rage, and hatred.

"He didn't do anything, please, he didn't do anything," she cried once
her rage was spent. Lori ignored her.

"Hey beautiful!" a male voice answered.

Lori's expression grew darker. Tanya's story was holding up. Not good
for the job, or her peace of mind. "If you want to see your girlfriend
alive again, be at her running spot in twenty minutes. No police." Lori
looked down at the shattered blonde. "Bring a first-aid kit." She hung
up and crushed the phone in her fist.

"You fucking cunt," Tanya whispered in despair.

Lori laughed. "You have no idea," she said. She checked the time on the
SUV's dash. "You'd better hope your boyfriend really likes you.
Otherwise, you have nineteen minutes to live."

"What does it matter?" Tanya asked. "You're going to kill both of us
anyway." Her tears were calmer. She'd given up hope. Normally that was a
delicious moment for Lori, but she could feel no pleasure now. She kept
her face expressionless.

"Not that I expect you to believe me, but if Jason shows up in the next
eighteen minutes, I won't hurt him." Tanya snorted in disbelief. "If
he's late and sees me, though, I'll have to kill him," Lori continued.

"He lives a half-hour away," Tanya said.

"Then you'd better hope he's a fast driver," Lori said coldly.

Sixteen minutes and thirty-four seconds later, a blue Honda squealed
into the small dirt lot. The driver-side window rolled down. Lori saw
the kid from the photo and swore softly.

"What's going on?" the confused boy asked, his gaze flicking between the
huge blood-spattered musclewoman and his obviously damaged girlfriend.

"Run, Jason! Get away! Now!" Tanya cried as loud as she could. "Just go!
Get help!"

Jason blanched and rolled up his window, starting to pull away. "Not
smart, blondie," Lori growled, kicking her in her broken ribs. She
quickly ran over to the Honda and punched the glass. The window
shattered. Lori plucked the small boy out of the seat and hauled him
through the window with one hand. The car coughed and spluttered to a
stop.

Lori easily held Jason high in the air like a small kitten. His face was
ashen, terrified. "Stay, or I kill Tanya," Lori said simply. Jason
gulped and nodded. Lori gently set him down and brushed broken glass off
his shirt. He flinched at her touch.

Jason reached into the car and grabbed a box. Lori saw with satisfaction
that it was a first-aid kit. He also grabbed a bottle of water and some
rubbing alcohol. Smart kid, Lori thought. He ran over to Tanya and knelt
beside her. He gently started washing her wounds, speaking in low
soothing tones while Lori watched with interest.

Jason taped up Tanya's broken skin and set what bones he could. Lori was
impressed by his skill. "ETS?" she asked.

Jason glanced up. "Boy scouts." He tried to arrange Tanya's torn
clothing to cover as her as modestly as possible. "What happened?" he
finally asked.

Tanya reached up with her good arm and tenderly stroked his cheek. "I
love you," she said with difficulty, her jaw starting to swell.

Jason ran his hand through her luxurious blonde hair. His hand came away
bloody. "I love you, too," he choked out, finally reacting to the
terrible sight of his gorgeous girlfriend's broken body. Tears streamed
down his cheeks and dripped onto Tanya's bloody bosom.

Lori grunted angrily to cover up her feelings of guilt and shame. "Let's
get to the bottom of this," she muttered to herself. Tanya and Jason
both looked up at her, fear and hate in Tanya's eyes, fear and
questioning in Jason's.

"One of your workers hired me to kill Tanya," she said. "I was told she
killed you," she nodded at Jason, "and an old man who used to work on
her farm. Clearly I was lied to."

"Becky," Jason said after a moment. Tanya's eyes opened wide.

Lori was startled. "How do you know?" she asked.

Jason glanced at Tanya. "I used to be her boyfriend," he said softly. It
was Tanya's turn to look startled. "I'm sorry," Jason said. He looked up
at Lori. "You're a professional killer?" he asked. She nodded. "Are you
going to kill us?" Lori shook her head. "Why not? Isn't that what you're
paid to do? Isn't there like a, like a contract or something?"

Lori smiled grimly. "It's not exactly a legal profession," she said. "I
have some discretion in fulfilling my contracts. I don't like killing
innocents." The lie was, on some level, true.

Jason nodded, accepting that. "So anyway," he continued, "she was, um,
kind of abusive. Sadistic, actually. She hurt me, a lot. She liked it."
Tanya cooed softly and rubbed his neck. "I'm sorry I never told you," he
said to her.

He looked up at Lori. "Obviously you don't know what it's like to be
little and, and, um, weak." He averted his eyes in shame, then swallowed
and looked at Lori again. "It means anyone can hurt you whenever they
want. It means jocks can shove your head in a toilet, or your big
girlfriend who says she'll protect you can beat the crap out of you and
do terrible sadistic things to you." Tears shone in his eyes. Tanya
tried to pull his head to her shoulder to comfort him but he resisted.
He looked down at her. "It means that eventually, you get to like it,"
he said quietly.

Lori was moved despite herself. "So Becky roughed you up a bit, and you
liked it. What's the problem?" she asked gruffly.

Jason's face grew angry. "Just because I learned to like it doesn't make
it right," he said with passion. "She didn't love me, she just used me
because I was too weak to fight back. Well eventually, I did. I dumped
her. She said she'd make me sorry." He looked down at Tanya and broke
down crying again. "She succeeded," he whispered.

"That's why you were so afraid of me?" Tanya asked, the words slurred
and obviously causing her pain.

Jason nodded. "At first. I thought you'd be like her. Then I realized
you were nothing like her, and I didn't want to tell you. I knew it
would hurt you to know what she did to me, and I was afraid you wouldn't
love me anymore if you knew I grew to enjoy it. I'm sorry. I'm so
sorry."

"Don't be," Tanya whispered, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I'll
always love you."

"Touching," Lori grunted. She worked to keep herself cold and distant.
"I suppose she killed the old man, then beat up that Cory kid, and gave
herself a couple of black eyes to make the story convincing?" she asked.

Tanya spoke with difficulty. "She might have killed Talbert," she
paused, her eyes sad, "but I gave her the black eyes. I caught her
roughing up Cory. He's a good worker, and a sweet guy."

Lori nodded, recalling Cory's seeming reluctance and fear of Becky. It
made sense now. She turned to leave, but paused. She turned back to the
young couple. She pulled out a card that read "Lori Turner, Personal
Trainer" and listed a phone number. She weighed the risk and decided she
owed the kids this much, at least. "My name's Lori. Here's my card. If
you ever need anything...well, you're smart kids, you'll figure it out."
She handed Jason the card, who took it and pocketed it. "Take her to a
hospital. She'll live. She might have a few scars, but her face should
be okay. As for her arm and leg, they're clean breaks, they should heal
well. I'll pay the bills."

"No," Tanya said clearly. Lori and Jason turned to her in surprise. "If
you pay, there will be questions, police, my father will make sure they
find you. He'll pay. He'll get the best care possible for me, bone
doctors, plastic surgeons, the works. I'm his little girl. I'll be
beautiful again."

"You're always beautiful," Jason said.

Tanya squeezed his hand and looked up at Lori. "You're going to kill
Becky, aren't you?" she asked.

"She lied to me, and I nearly killed you because of it," Lori said
softly.

Tanya nodded. "Don't hurt Cory," she said. She nuzzled herself into
Jason's accepting arms. "I'm tired. Take me to the hospital, please,"
she whispered.

Lori helped Jason load Tanya into the back of his car and watched as he
drove away. They might still tell the police about her, but she didn't
care. She felt absolutely wretched. She stood for a long time after they
left. Finally she shook her head, took a deep breath, and walked to her
car.

* * * * *

Becky was startled and a bit frightened to see the professional killer
at her door. "Um, come in, what can I do for you?" she asked.

Lori noted the blood stains on the big brunette's hands. She was willing
to bet there were more on her stomach and thighs. "Where's Cory?" she
asked pleasantly.

"He's, um, not here," Becky said nervously. "Is there something you
need? I gave you all the money I had."

"The money's fine," Lori said dismissively.

"Then it's done?" Becky asked hopefully, a small smile coming to her
lips.

Lori nodded. "There were complications though. Her boyfriend showed up.
Turns out he wasn't dead after all. I had to take care of him too." She
wandered around the living room space, randomly touching objects.

Becky's smile grew and her eyes shone in glee. "Excellent! Everything
went well then."

Lori turned back to Becky and smiled grimly. "Not quite. You lied to me.
A lot. And you made Cory lie to me too. He's in your bedroom, isn't he?
Dead or dying, I'm willing to bet. He's served your purpose."

Becky looked puzzled. "What's it to you? I paid you to do a job, you did
it."

"First of all, I agreed to the job under a certain understanding. Second
of all, because of that understanding, I undercharged you by twenty
thousand dollars." Lori's smile twisted slightly.

Becky fidgeted and squirmed under the musclewoman's hard gaze. "So what
do you want from me? Twenty thousand? I don't have it."

"I don't want your money," Lori said quietly. "I want to watch you die."

Lori was prepared for Becky to bolt. She stuck out one muscular leg and
hammered the brunette in the back, sending her sprawling to the floor.
Becky tried to scrabble away, pleading in terror, but Lori just laughed
and planted one foot on her back. Finally she wouldn't have to restrain
herself, she could just let her dark side take over. The brunette was
quite pretty, Lori thought. She would relish this.

Laughing, Lori slammed a brutal kick into Becky's side, crunching a rib
and flipping her over. Becky's face became a mask of fear as she looked
into the dark, sadistic core revealed in the killer's eyes.

"Please don't hurt me," Becky pleaded. Lori chuckled and slammed her
foot down into the brunette's stomach, grinding her heel into the tender
flesh. Becky coughed blood, red spittle spraying over her face and
abundant chest.

Becky grabbed Lori's foot, catching the big musclegirl off-guard, and
knocked her off her feet with a ferocious yank. Lori managed to throw an
elbow out on the way down, breaking her fall on Becky's soft breasts.
Becky groaned in pain.

"Good move. It's almost a shame you're going to die," Lori said
conversationally. "With a little training, you would have made a good
professional killer." She made two chops with the sides of her hands and
Becky's arms broke with a wet crack. Becky tried to scream but Lori
muffled her mouth with her lips, planting a deep passionate kiss and
thrusting her tongue far into Becky's mouth. She withdrew her tongue an
instant before Becky's jaw clamped down in a vicious bite.

"Nice, but not fast enough," Lori said tauntingly, hammering the
brunette's jaw with three bone-shattering jabs. Exhilaration flowed
through her.

Lori shifted herself and wrapped her huge legs around Becky's thick
waist. Almost casually she grabbed the big brunette's throat with her
right hand and started choking her. Her other hand tore the girl's dress
off her chest and idly started fondling her large fleshy breasts and
thick nipples. "You're a gorgeous girl," she said, noting with amusement
the pure hatred in Becky's eyes even as the girl struggled for breath.
She tenderly stroked one of Becky's huge blood-splattered breasts. "At
least, you were," she laughed.

The pleasure of the kill surged through Lori. She flexed her muscular
legs, watched the dark veiny flesh approvingly, and scissored the
smaller girl, her huge jagged muscles digging viciously into Becky's
muscular abdomen, tearing apart the weaker muscles there. Rock-like
thighs ground into Becky's vulnerable sides, bending ribs and damaging
soft organs. Lori's hand kneaded the girl's tender breasts as she moaned
in arousal. Her other hand clenched tighter around the brunette's
throat, thoroughly cutting off her air supply.

Massive thighs flexed and scissored powerfully, easily crushing the big
farmgirl. One, two, three ribs snapped wetly. Lori let the power surge
through her, the orgasmic pleasure of destroying a smaller, weaker human
being. "Mmm yesss," she moaned throatily as Becky died, blood gurgling
out of her mouth from the havoc Lori's thighs wreaked on her soft
internal organs. Lori's muscles flexed to superhuman size, hardness, and
definition as she squeezed Becky nearly in half. Haze from multiple
orgasms fogged her brain with sheer pleasure as she unthinkingly snapped
Becky's neck with one big powerful hand and crushed the girl's breasts
with the other, squeezing hard enough to leave dark angry bruises.

"Oh fuck yes," Lori breathed to herself as she admired her massively
muscular form pumped to gigantic proportions from the orgasmic kill. She
traced one thick sinuous vein on her thigh as she playfully flexed her
muscles, chuckling at the sound and feel of bones snapping wetly and the
little fleshy squishes of things bursting inside. She leaned in close to
the brunette's pretty face and kissed the bloody lips.

Becky's face was no longer frozen into terrible pain and fear, relaxing
in death to a serenity never achieved in life. Lori hummed softly as she
watched the transformation. "So peaceful," she sighed to herself.
"You're so much nicer dead," she said fondly, running her fingers
through the girl's thick brown hair. She kissed the dead girl again,
thrusting her tongue into the slack mouth, tasting the blood and bile
there. She snuggled their big bodies together and started humping the
dead girl's thick leg, shivering as she ran her hard sensitive clit
against the smooth still-warm skin. She tenderly made love to the dead
girl, thrusting her body and mouth against the unresisting flesh beneath
her. She satisfied herself on the broken corpse, sometimes gently,
sometimes sadistically snapping more bones, until eventually Becky was
simply a blood-soaked rag doll, most of her bones crushed. She
luxuriated in the time she could spend playing with Becky, in no hurry
to leave.

"Help," a voice called weakly after an eternity of pleasure. Lori
reluctantly disentangled herself from Becky and let the big brunette
flop lifelessly to the floor with a wet splatter. She casually split
Becky's skull with a vicious stomp and walked into the bedroom.

Cory's barely-conscious eyes widened in horror at the sight of the
blood-drenched killer. Lori knelt next to the boy, experienced eyes
taking in his fatal injuries. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said
quietly. "I didn't kill Tanya. I did kill Becky, but I think we can all
agree the bitch wanted killing."

Cory looked away. "Nobody should have had to die," he said with
difficulty. "Why do people have to be so evil?"

"I don't know," she said. She was moved by the pain in his eyes, but
also the relief. He hadn't wanted Tanya dead, only the hateful and
jealous Becky did. "Why didn't you just tell me about Becky?" Lori asked
the dying boy. "I would have helped you."

"I didn't know that," Cory said weakly, coughing up blood. "You're a
killer. What if you were like her? I didn't know, I'm sorry."

Lori nodded slowly. "You're going to die," she said.

Cory coughed again. Blood sprayed over his lips and dribbled over his
cheeks. Tears dripped down his cheeks. "Would you like me to end it
quickly?" Lori asked. She'd rather watch him die, his obvious pain was
turning her on, but she forced her desires down, her dark side once
again conquered by a strained civility.

He closed his eyes tight and nodded. "Okay," Lori said quietly, and
gently kissed him on his bloody lips. As she kissed him her fingers
found the vulnerable nerves in his neck and snapped them. He convulsed
once, twice, and a final time, then his eyes rolled back and he was
dead.