Page 11 of Stalking Christmas

After arguing with Daisy for a few moments, and watching their massive hound dance around them, banging into everything like a giant ogre, Chrissy relents, carries the containers into the minuscule kitchen area, and starts investigating what I sent. Most of it is packaged goods; I figured she would trust those more than anything fresh. I observe, with silent judgment, as she opens the pricey container of organic peanut butter, and rather than feed herself, she shoves a spoon inside and lets the demon beast lick at it. I find myself rolling my eyes and chuckling at her antics, despite the late hour, and the annoying frustration that gnaws at me.

I pry my eyes away from the screen that displays all sixteen of the cameras on a grid that I’ve placed inside their small house. I know it’s overkill, but I wanted to make sure I caught every moment of what she was doing. They’ve become my raunchy reality television, and Chrissy has quickly evolved into more than an obsession for me. I can’t seem to focus on anything or anyone else other than her. It didn’t help that when I went through her laptop history, I found a ton of porn sites she had recently visited, plus searches on glory holes. I’ve spent the last couple of hours retracing her viewing history, and have already jerked off twice.

It seems my little temptation has dark and depraved fantasies, ones I wholeheartedly approve of. Fantasies where she’s restrained, gagged, and forced to take cocks in various holes, without the ability to stop anyone from committing any action they desire with her sexy body. I especially enjoyed the videos that featured BDSM, and had the female stretched, gagged, choked, and flogged, awaiting her master’s pleasure. The thoughts of doing that to Chrissy, and so much more, runthrough my mind on a loop, and keep me perpetually hard. Fuck, at this point, my cock is going to be chafed before I even get to be inside of her.

I pull out my burner phone and decide to mess with her before she goes off to sleep. There is something about Chrissy, and her reactions, that elicits a morbid fascination and causes my blood to heat with constant desire, not only for her blood and death at my hands, but for her life. For the way that she gets those little lines between her eyebrows when she focuses, or the tightening of her jaw when she’s frustrated. I enjoy watching all her micro-expressions, and I can safely say I’ve never had that happen with anyone that I’ve stalked before.

Would you enjoy it if I tied you down, stretched all your limbs, and blindfolded you, while I spent my time filling all your holes with my thick cum? Would you whimper and beg for me, my sweet little temptation?

Would you cum like my own personal slut, while I filled your pretty pussy, and stretched your ass?

She pulls her phone from the pocket of her black oversized sweatpants, and stares at it with surprise. The thought that those pants might have belonged to some asshole she was previously with causes rage to sizzle through me, and the irrational desire to get in my vehicle, drive over there and rip them off her, is almost blinding. My breathing becomes ragged, as I forcefully tighten my hands on the armrests of my gamer chair, until a cracking sound permeates the air. I can feel my nostrils flaring, and one of my eyes is twitching, as my brain provides images of some random cunt touching what’s mine, making her moan andbeg for his cock. I’ll painfully destroy anyone who tries. She’s fucking mine now; no one else can have any part of her.

Her deep chocolate eyes narrow, as a frown rises across the perfection of her alabaster skin, and she gives the phone a dirty look, her beautiful face contorting with fury and disgust. Her expression is so comical it causes my lips to quirk up. I want to commit such dark, perverse, and unspeakable acts on her. I want to listen to her scream and plead with me for mercy. I covet her eyes, meeting mine, and knowing that I hold her death and her life in the palms of my hands, and which one I choose is utterly dependent on how she pleases me. My breath stills in my chest as I wait for her to respond to me, but instead, she slips the phone back into her pants and ignores my message.

NO! That just won’t do. I spring up from my chair before I can stop myself, and start throwing clothes on. The feeling of raw, sharp anger springs through me, rising like a hurricane attempting to make landfall, one that is prepared to destroy everything in its path. I know my reaction is unjustified and unreasonable, but I can’t seem to reel myself in. A part of me wishes I could see inside her mind, to the truths and lies she tells herself. Does she think that I’m some prankster sending her messages, rather than the dangerous predator that I am?Time to change that.

My little temptation needs an early morning visit from me, and she’s going to get one. I head towards where I have my tranquilizer gun stored, knowing full well I will have to incapacitate that giant furball, before I can have my wicked way with her, and I have limited time before the sun rises. On second thought, I should also tranq her roommate. I wouldn’t want her walking in on my fun and calling the cops or, worse, shoving something as mundane as a kitchen knife in my flesh.

I quickly tweak the lock on their back door with my kit, my motions quiet, practiced, and careful, despite the thundering of my heart in my chest, and the sound of my blood whooshing in my ears. I raise the tranq gun and hold it steady, as I make my way inside their small kitchen area, prepared to take down Toothless when he undoubtedly comes charging at me. I don’t have long to wait, as I hear the sound of paws and scratching nails against the ceramic tile. A low, deep growl rents the air, and I don’t hesitate to fire, as I meet his amber-glowing eyes. The little whimper he releases, as the tranq dart imbeds in his fur, almost has a foreign emotion that suspiciously feels like remorse rising. I shake it off; there is no room inside of me for any of that.

I survey as he goes down to a sitting position, a snarl still across his black lips and his sharp, vicious teeth on display, ready to rip me to pieces if only given a chance.Come on, asshole, go to sleep.After another few seconds, he’s down on his side, his large pink tongue hanging outside of his mouth, and snores escaping his nose.That’s it, buddy, night night.

I release a relieved breath behind the dark mask covering my face.One down, two to go.Before I left my home, I made the decision that I would incapacitate Chrissy too, but not entirely. Just enough that she thinks she’s in a hedonistic dream. I want her to be aware someone is with her, and I plan to leave her with evidence of my visit. A ghost of a smile spreads across my disguised face, at the thought of her waking up covered in my cum and not comprehending where it came from, or better yet, feeling sore ’cause I fucked her pussy raw while she wasslumbering. My cock twitches inside my black cargo pants with the possibilities of what I will do to her.

I make my way silently down the hallway to her roommate’s room, and notice the door is ajar a crack. I push it wider, and get a glimpse of Daisy in just a pair of neon green panties, spread eagle across her rumpled bed, face down and snoring louder than the hellhound I left passed out in the kitchen. I pull out a syringe filled with a sedative and stalk forward, until I am right beside her while she’s utterly unaware. The state of her vulnerability should call to the monster that lives inside of me, that craves death and destruction, but nothing about this woman moves me in the slightest. She’s just a pretty body waiting to die, and unless she gets in my way, I won’t be the one to take her life. I plunge the sedative into the exposed vein on the side of her neck, and she twitches for a mere second then continues snoring.

Now, off to enjoy my time with my sweet little temptation.I remove the syringe, with a mixture of a paralytic drug, and a light sedative I plan to dose Chrissy with, out of my back pocket. I don’t want her to be able to fight me off, but I do want her to be semi-conscious, and partially aware that someone is with her. Not just someone, the monster stalking her. The one she so carelessly dismissed earlier, that has deemed her his prey.

Adrenaline pours through my veins, heightening my senses as I approach her door. The dog must have pushed it wide open, as he left to investigate who was in the house. I get my first live glimpse of my girl in her own surroundings, as she sleeps curled up and wrapped in her comforter on her bed, oblivious to how much danger she is truly in. A hint of moonlight breaks through the broken blinds, and makes parts of her auburn hair glow in the dim light. She’s stunning, and resembles something otherworldly. My own personal goddess, ready for me to prostrate myself at her altar, like the deviant sinner that I am.

I approach the bed, unable to take my eyes off her, as an intense hunger fills every part of me and demands that I take my fill of her. She whines in her sleep, her head moving side to side across her pillow, and a look of distress mars her stunning features.What does she dream of? Who is causing her distress in her dream state?An unquenchable need ascends within me, to fight off the demons that plague her, even though I know I’m about to become one.

I lean forward, inhaling deeply of her floral, soft, and resplendent scent.Mine.My fingers itch to feel the softness of her hair, and the delicateness of her skin. They want to grasp her, and tighten, until every single digit is imprinted along the surface, so that she wears me like a second skin. So that anyone who dares glance her way knows immediately who she belongs to.My pretty, sweet little temptation.

I blow warm air towards her face, and she burrows her chin further into her covers, like a child trying to hide from the boogeyman under her bed. Too bad that there is no escaping me, and I am much worse than anything she’s ever feared. I hold the syringe in my hand and thrust forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair as I plunge it into her neck. She wakes with a start, a scream on her lips, and her chocolate eyes wide with terror, as her body attempts to thrash off the covers. I witness the moment when she gets a terrified glance at me in my all-black attire, with the skull mask hiding all of my features, excluding my eyes, which I’ve donned black contacts to disguise. I know that I resemble a fearsome demon right now. As much as I want her to realize that it’s me, it’s too soon. When she finally does put the pieces together, I want the two of us to be secluded, and far away from anyone who could rescue her from my grasp.

“Hello,sweet little temptation.Are you happy to see me?”

Chapter 15

Santa

Her scream gets choked in her throat, the rich, gasping sound of her terror forcing a husky groan to leave my lips. I hold her firmly in my grip, as her limbs try to shake free of the comforter to liberate herself from my grasp, but it’s no use. I witness the moment the drug cocktail begins to take effect, leaving her weak, and her body languid for my use. Her lips go motionless, a frozen look of terror across her features, but her eyes, those pretty pools of dark, rich chocolate, they continue to stare into mine with a heady alarm. My blood rushes in my veins at a galloping speed just gazing at her. My perfect sweettemptation is now mine to do with as I please, and no one can stop me, not her, her atrocious beast, or her roommate; she is utterly at my mercy.

I release my grip on her hair, her head falling back against the rumpled pillow, as I allow my fingers to stroke over her forehead, and trace the arch of her brow. I slide my finger down the bridge of her nose, skimming over her high cheekbones and freckles, until I reach the destination of her pouty mouth. I slip my forefinger inside her parted lips, into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, coating it on her tongue and wishing desperately that it was my cock. “So pretty and yet so very fragile. With one snap of my hands, I could end your short life,sweet little temptation,“ I growl, leaning forward until my face is mere centimeters away from hers, and I can look deep into the irises of her panicked eyes. I pull back my finger, tracing the wetness across her plump lips, before moving it down to her jaw and then her throat. My fingers strum against the delicate flesh as if I were playing a guitar, and she was my desired instrument.

Even in the dim light provided by the waning moon, I can see how rapidly her pulse beats in her neck, and it calls to me to make it race even quicker. I want her so frightened that she will give me all of herself when the time comes. I am the hungry wolf who has come knocking at her door, and she is the foolish red riding hood that didn’t do enough to stop me, filled with the utter falsity of her safety.

No doors or windows can prevent me from getting to her; she can run and even attempt to hide, but I will always find her. My fingers tighten on her neck, causing the sound of her breathing to become ragged and tense. Tears slide from those all-too-often defiant eyes, and skate down her creamy skin until they disappear, much like my sanity. “I know what you crave in the dark, when you think you’re alone.” I tighten my grip until I’m sure no air is making its way inside her lungs, and her facestarts to turn an attractive shade of red. “I know you want to be ravished and used, to have all of your choices taken away from you. You want to be my pet, and my slut; well, here I am, ready to grant you your wish, my beauty.”

I release my hold, and air screeches back inside her lungs, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the only movement the cocktail will allow her. My hand continues on its path, making its way above her t-shirt, down the valley between her breasts. I push back the comforter, revealing every inch of her to my waiting eyes, and I’m not disappointed. The sleep shirt has ridden up and is pooled on her stomach, leaving her pelvis, panty-covered pussy, and legs bare. I slide the palm of my hand over the dark cotton panties she’s wearing, using the meaty part of my palm to apply pressure to her clit, while my other hand forces her legs further apart. My fingers long to slip deep inside of her cunt, but I hesitate, allowing the fear and tension to build between us. I stroke her above her panties with my fingers, pushing the thin fabric between her pussy lips, and using my thumb to rub circles across her needy clit. I can feel the material dampening, and the heat coming off her body in waves.

My little temptation is terrified, but she’s also turned on. My other hand pushes the shirt above her breasts, and it pools around her neck. The need to suck on her perky, pink nipples tears through me, and I can’t bear to deny myself a taste of every part of her. I grab the shirt and drape it over her face, using the fabric as a barrier between us, so that I can lift my mask to my forehead and take her stiffened tip into my mouth. My tongue laves at the surface, and her skin pebbles. I pull my mouth away, sucking in some of the soft flesh of her globe before biting down on the surface, and repeating the action on the other breast, so that she’ll have matching imprints of my teeth, before returning to sucking each of her nipples hard, and scraping my teeth along their engorged tips. Each movement causes her chest to rise in afrantic tempo, and I can see she’s struggling to breathe. Death is beautiful, but so is passion, but a mix of both, that’s my fucking drug of choice, and I’m a willing addict.

My hand glides down her abdomen and below the edge of her panties, until my fingers are touching her silky skin, and rubbing against the trimmed pussy hair above her mound.Fuck, I need to see how pretty her cunt is, and get a taste of her core. I force myself away from her breast, and use both my hands to grip the panties on either side of her hips, slowly pushing them to slide down her legs, until the panties puddle at one of her trim ankles. She looks like a sex doll, all pliable and ready for me to do with what I want. My own personal doll, that I can fill with cum, and rip apart, only to put her back together again.

I pull out a small switchblade from my pocket, and graze the sharp knife along the surface of her upper thighs, careful not to give her anything more than a few shallow cuts, at least for now. I don’t want her to bleed out here, only where I can bathe in her blood. “You’re so pretty, my sweet slut; your skin is so soft and perfect for my blade.” I trail the handle of the blade between her slick pussy lips, coating it in her essence, before slipping the handle into my mouth and getting my first taste of her. Her sweet and musky flavor explodes in my mouth, overwhelming my taste buds, and causing a growl to rise from my throat. “Fuck, you’redelicious.”

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