Bang! Bang! Bang!
She kept on hitting his head until the sound changed from a thud to a splash. It was like she was trying to plant a seed into his skull and was waiting for it to sprout.
Agatha! That's enough. You got him! Let's go!
Huhhhhhh? She tilted her neck. It was that slow, creepy move a dog makes when it hears a weird sound.
Pardon my foolishness, Gatty! But the city hooligans are here. They heard the news. They ar...
Why should I care? Let them come. I'll show them who's boss.
She dropped the bat. She flicked her hands to get the blood off, doing it in that demeaning way you do when you step in something gross. She adjusted her jacket. It was made from actual skulls of the people she killed. She had carved them into pointy thorns and sewn them right into the black fabric. On the back, there was an inscription: Devil's Hoe.
Yup, you heard it right. That's what everyone called her. Or at least the ones who lived long enough to spout it out.
Gatty had about 300 legions of followers. It was a mix of girls, mostly girls actually, and men and teenage boys who thought smoking and acting like a gangster was cool. To be honest, it wasn't just the murders that attracted them. It was that badass vibe she leaked every time she breathed. Plus, she was incredibly hot.
And awwwwww. Fuck. I'm bored already just narrating this.
Why am I even doing this? It's not like you jerkasses will ever pay me for this. All you do is skim through chapters looking for degenerate smut stories that entice your mediocre perversion. Well, I'm not obliged to give you a rollercoaster of hard cocks bulging out of your cheap pants.
You're going to digest whatever content I write. You'll sit there and realize that this trash is exactly what you amount to. Well, only while you're reading this, of course. That's what I mean.
Anyways, since I'm the narrator, permit me to jump through to the scene you actually want to read.
Everyone took turns to eat Gatty's pussy. It was a routine. She gave punishments for those who didn't arouse her well. There were no rewards. Only the absence of pain.
Slap! Slap!
Show me why I should keep you, bitch!
She slapped her face hard. I won't even tell you her name. It's irrelevant. The girl just kept on licking, desperate and shaking.
Ohh, ohh, ohh. That's the spot.
Gatty whipped her belt of thorns right against the girl's head. Faster. Morrrrreee. Oh shit.
It went on and on and on and on and on and on. You horny bastards. She finally cummed all over her face, her eyes, her mouth. She didn't offer a towel. She just kicked her onto the floor like a piece of used furniture.
Next!!
They all scrambled to line up. One pathetic loser after the other.