Story Two - No Choices

You wake up in the morning and look in the mirror. You see a beautiful, 16 year old teen with small breasts; long, brown hair; and a tightly trimmed pussy.  You smile to yourself as you run your hands down your small, per breasts, over your toned stomach and then to rest above your hole. You look in the mirror for another quick glance and then head for the closet to pick today's outfit.   You decide to wear a ridiculously short skirt, with knee high leggings and a tight tube top. 

You pull on the skirt first, then on with the leggings and finally the tube top. You apply some red lipstick to your lips and then take a look in the mirror. The real question now is whether or not you should put on any panties given the day ahead... you lift your skirt and take a look at your pussy, which is already beginning to moisten.

You pull on some panties, sighing to yourself that there is a limited chance they will make it through the day. You skip out the front door of your house, giving your father a quick wave as his eyes bulge out of their sockets at your outfit. You can see the bus coming around the corner as you make it out the door. If you want to make the bus and go to school, you will have to run for it...

You stop and laugh as the bus pulls away from your stop. You smile to yourself as you realize your dad will get a call in a few hours from the school saying that his little daughter isn't there and he KNOWS what you're wearing. 

Given you aren't going to school, you decide it's time for some adventure instead.

You decide to head downtown, where you can trade anything for anything.  You jump on the next bus that is headed for downtown, slipping your coins into the slot and giving the bus driver a big smile and a quick wave. You can see him staring at your ass in your mini-skirt as you walk towards the back of the bus. On the bus, there are a group of young guys sitting at the back, about four of them, and they eye you up as you walk towards them. to your right, there is another girl, about 16 or 17, who looks like she is headed to school.

You sit down beside the girl, who looks at you surprised as you take a seat. She is wearing jeans and a shirt, and the two of you contrast sharply in terms of outfit. "Hello there," you say to her warmly. 

"Ummm, hi," she responds, unsure of herself. 

You slide your hand slowly up your leg, pulling your skirt up so that she can see your lacy panties.  "I'm getting off at the next stop.  Want to join me?" 

She looks at you, confused at first at your question. But you give her a big smile and bat your eyelashes and she blushes. "Yeah, I guess we can get off together... hah... I mean, ummmm-" 

You cut off her nattering with a quick peck to the lips and she sits there, blushing. As the bus stops, you take her by the hand and pull her off the bus behind you, looking back at the eyes with a wink as you go. 

As you get off the bus you see some guys standing around on the corner. There are a couple of black guys and a few white guys standing there. All of the men eye you up as you get off the best, two young, attractive women and one of them dressed as an absolute skank. 

You smile at them and walk towards the group.

You grab the most attractive guy of the bunch, a young, twenty-something white boy and pull him towards you by the hand. "What the fuck?" he asks you as you begin dragging him away.

"You're coming up to a motel room with us and we're going to fuck our brains out," you tell him.

"Umm, alright, I guess I'm in," he responds with a smile. 

You turn into the first motel, nod to the guy, who willingly throws his credit card on the table, and then head upstairs. 

The three of you enter the decrepit room together, but you're not too focused on your surroundings.

You ignore the guy and push the girl onto the bed. You immediately lock onto her lips with your own and begin kissing her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth. The guy approaches and grasps at your thigh, but you bat his hand away. "Just watch, asshole," you tell him with a smile. You pull up the girl's shirt and then unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall out. You knead her nipples between your fingers and then begin licking them. She slides one hand down between her legs and unbuttons her pants, giving you the cue to go further. 

Without hesitation, you pull her pants off, spread her legs, and then pull her panties aside. Without even pulling them off you begin licking and lapping at her pussy. 

You flip yourself around on the bed so that your crotch is over her lips. You grab your panties and slide them down and off your legs. You look down at her blond hair between your legs and then shove your pussy down onto her lips. You bury your face back between her legs and begin to lick and suck at her clit. She moans loudly, and you feel the vibrations through your pussy, making you moan and gasp. 

As the two of you continue to lick and suck each other, her breath becomes more ragged. You thrust two fingers into her pussy and begin to finger her as you continue to rub at her clit. With a gasp and a near-scream, muffled by your wet hole, she begins to orgasm, her legs shaking and her fingers digging into the sheets. 

She is still gasping for air, but you turn around and shove your pussy down against her mouth. You grab her by the hair and pull her mouth against your pussy. "C'mon you little slut, tongue my fucking pussy to make me cum," you tell her. 

She moans and continues to lap away at you, her tongue licking from your clit all the way down and then back again. You continue to gyrate your hips until you can feel your orgasm approach. You grab onto her hair, hold her tight, and scream as you cum against her mouth.

As your orgasm subsides, the guy is standing to your right with his cock out. "Ummm, so when do I get in here given I paid for the room?"

You hit him in the face with your fist, enraged at his expectations of action. He falls backwards into the tv but manages to keep his feet. His cock is still out, and so you kick him, as hard as you can, in the balls, and he drops to the floor in front of you. You smash your heel into his nose, spraying blood across the room and sending his head back and into the tv cabinet with a loud smack. His body falls to the floor and he grasps at his nose. "Fuck, bitch, what the fuck are you doing?" he screams up at you.

You kick him again in the stomach and he lurches in pain. 

As he is laying there on the ground you pull the tv down from the stand towards him. He looks up to see it come crashing down on his face, the glass shattering in front. Jagged shards of glass penetrate his face and neck as his head is drilled into the floor. He twitches on the ground as blood streams from a jagged wound in his neck. 

The girl looks at you, stunned. You smile back at her, pantyless but still in your short skirt. 

"Time to dispose of the body, my baby," you say to her.

She looks at you, just laying there on the bed, stunned. "Ohhh, baby, we're in this together now," you tell her. "We don't have an option but to stick together, honey." You smile at her as it dawns on her that she's now an accessory to murder and her face drops. She stands and begins to put on her clothes. 

"Alright, I'll go grab some towels and we'll wrap him up." You grab some towels, sadly white, from the bathroom and when you return she has dressed. The two of you pull the bloody tv off of his head and wrap him in the towels. There aren't enough, and his feet stick out the end. 

"Fuck it, not another option eh?" she says.

You respond, "Fuck it.  Let's light the whole fucking place up."

She smiles at your proposal. "Alright, I'll go grab some gasoline; you wait here with the body," you tell her. You have blood on your hands, but you figure no one will notice downtown. Your panties are still lying on the bed. "You can give those a lick if you miss me," you tell her with a wink. 

You walk out the door to the hotel room and head down to a payphone. You manage to muster some tears before you pick up the phone and dial 911.

"911 speaking."

"Hello. I - I - Oh god, I - I want to report a murder."

"Where are you?"

"I'm... I'm downtown and some motel... I can't... I can't see the name. It was in 219."

"Okay, we have the street from your payphone. We will be there right away."

"I... I can't believe she killed him..." you hang up the phone. 

Within a minute you hear sirens. 

You take off down the street, walking casually away from the crime scene. You hear the police arriving at the building behind you, but you do not turn your head to look back. You probably only have half an hour or so before they figure out that it was not the girl in the room who did the killing. Luckily, the girl had no idea who you are and the guy paid for the room with his credit card. 

You decide now is a good time for a drink.  While drinking may not be the most prudent thing to do with blood on your hands and no panties, you throw caution to the wind. Hell, you already got head from a stranger and killed a random dude today, why not get wasted too?

You approach the first homeless guy you see at the side of the road. "Hey, homeless fuck, want to go buy some booze for me?" 

"What?" he responds with caution. 

"You know what I'm saying, asshole. Stand the fuck up and buy me some liquor. I'll give you thirty dollars," you say as you pull the cash from a small pocket in your skirt. 

He looks up at you and smiles. "Okay, missy, I'm up for that!"

You lead him to the nearest liquor store, with people giving you the eye the entire way.

You walk into the liquor store with the guy. Immediately, the security guard looks suspicious. A 16 year old girl, dressed like a skank, with blood on her hands and spattered on her face is not what you would expect in a liquor store. He approaches you immediately. "Ma'am, can I see some ID?" 

"Umm, I didn't bring it with me... see, I am wearing this skirt today, and it doesn't have any room for ID, and... well, you know how it is, right?"

"Given the blood, I think I'm going to have to call this in..."

You respond, "Please, isn't there something that I can maybe do to help you out in the back room that might change your mind?"

He looks down at you and gives you a lecherous smile. "All right, if that's the game that you want to play, we can head into the back room and you can show me what you've got."

He takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the homeless man, who still has your cash in his hand. He shrugs and turns away. 

The security guard pulls you into the back room and closes the door behind him. He turns to you and unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. "Now get on your knees, bitch, and shove me what you'll do to save yourself from the cops."

You grab his gun from his holster as his hand is on his cock and point it at his face. "So, you thought you could take advantage of a sweet, 16 year old girl, did you? Well it's not going to happen you fat, fucking slob! There's no fucking way you're ever going to touch me."

"Now just calm down, miss..." he begins to speak. 

"Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit, I'm the one in charge now."

He begins to make pathetic gurgling noises as he sees your eyes change and your finger moves to the trigger. "Should have called the cops when you had the chance," are the last words he hears before you pull the trigger. 

The bullet bursts from the barrel and penetrates his skull, then sends brain and fragments out the back as it exits. You smile in glee as his lifeless body drops to the floor. You go through his pants and find his keys. 

You head out the back, without any of the store employees seeing you, and look for his car. There is a homeless man behind the store but you avoid him, and then finally match the keys with the car. A fucking Toyota Corolla. Surprise, surprise Mr. Security Guard. 

You unlock the door and jump inside and then head for your school. You hear sirens in the distance, but you ignore them. They are probably still heading for the first murder. 

You arrive at school and pull into the parking lot. It's already almost noon, and most kids are going to be getting out for lunch soon.

You head into the school, the gun down the back of your skirt, and run towards the nearest bathroom. On your way there you bump into an 18 year old geeky looking guy who is walking down the hallway towards you. As you run into him he falls to the ground and looks up at you. "Oh, ummm, hey, did I get that blood on you?" he asks. 

"You made me bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed... come to the washroom and help me clean up?"

You take him by the hand and pull him into the first girls' washroom. You give him a big smile and he looks at you wide-eyed through his glasses. Of course, now he knows that you came to school covered in blood, so he could tip people off. You lock the door to the bathroom (your school has handicapped washrooms that divided by sex, so some of them are single use and have locks). You need a solution to this problem. 

You drop to your knees and unzip his pants. He looks shocked, as this gorgeous girl with blood spattered on her body and face reaches into his pants and pulls out his hardening cock. You take the head into your mouth and begin sucking on it gently, looking up at him with soft, pleading eyes. 

He moans and puts his head on the counter for stability. This is obviously his first time.

You begin to slide his cock in and out of your mouth, feeling it harden as you go. Your hand slides up and down the shaft as you do, and before long you can feel him start to stiffen. 

You pull his cock out of your mouth and smile up at him, jerking it against your cheek. "Ooooh, come on baby, why don't you give me that big, hot load?" 

He grimaces as he begins to orgasm, the cum spraying from the head of his cock into your open mouth and onto your face and lips. You continue to jerk it as it leaks out and coats you. As the last drop emerges and you lick it from the head he drops to his knees. 

You leave him gasping on the floor as you begin to wash the blood and cum off your face, hands, and body. While you can get it off your hands and face, there is not much to be done for the stains in your shirt. You look down at the guy beside you. He is wearing a t-shirt that just says "/b" on it. Fuck it, may as well. You pull off your tube top and pull his shirt up and over his head. He looks up at you surprised. "I need to borrow it," you explain. He just nods. At least this hangs low enough to cover the gun tucked into your skirt.

You exit the bathroom and close the door behind you over his protests of, "What's your number?"

It's lunch time now. 

You head for the cafeteria, everyone seeming to stare at you as you walk by. You probably do look a little askance, given you are wearing a loose t-shirt and a ridiculously tight mini-skirt, but you ignore them. 

As you enter the cafeteria you see your friends sitting at a table together. Cindy, Jenn, and Meghan are all eating lunch already.

You grab Cindy by the hand and she looks up at you. "Umm, Cindy, we need to talk. Like, fucking now," you say to her. 

She nods and stands up. You pull her by the hand until you find an empty classroom and pull her inside. She looks at you, and then at your shirt and laughs. "Where the fuck did you get that?" she asks you. 

"Ummm, long story baby. Not sure if you really want to hear it..."

You grab Cindy by the hair and pull her into a passionate kiss. After locking tongues with her you pull back and smile. "I was fucking waiting for that all day babe." She smiles back at you. 

Your hands are then on her shoulders, pushing her down onto her knees in front of you. You push your skirt up your thighs so that she can see your pussy. 

"Dive in, babe, it's all for you."

She responds by licking up the inside of your thighs until her tongue is just at the outside of your pussy lips. She begins to thrust her tongue in and out of your pussy, gripping and kneading at your ass as she does. 

She smiles and looks up at you. "Would I ever leave home without one, babe?"

You smile down at her. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a large, blue dildo. She puts the head into her mouth and swirls it around, and then pushes it into your pussy. You gasp in pleasure as you are entered for the first time today. You feel the dildo push all the way inside you, and then she's fucking your pussy like mad, thrusting it in and out of your tight hole. 

"Oh fuck, baby, that's fucking brilliant," you whimper to her. She puts her lips down and begins flicking your clit with her tongue. 

You wrap your legs around her head in response, and with an ear-shattering scream your orgasm, grinding your pussy against her mouth. 

As you are orgasming, the gun falls out of the back of your skirt and onto the floor behind you.

She looks at you with surprise on the face as she sees the gun fall onto the floor. You grab it, turn towards her, and smack her in the temple with it, knocking her to the ground. And you thought that you would only have to beat men today. Fuck. 

Standing over her limp body you realize that this has taken longer than you expected and class will be back on soon. 

You pull Cindy's limp body into a corner and shove her into a closet. It's a chemistry class, and so she's in there with a bunch of beakers and test tubes. Fuck it, there's not much you can do about it now. You close the door on her and then walk out of the classroom just as students begin to arrive. 

You head down the hall towards your next class and stumble in, just in time. 

As you enter, your teacher turns to look at you. "What kind of outfit is that?!" he shouts. 

"Ummm, I'm sorry. I - ummm," you begin to respond, but he cuts you off, "You look like a tart! And promoting a terrorist organization like /b! I've read about them in the news, you know!"

"Fine, fuck it.  I'm going home," you respond.

Your response stuns him. You turn to head for the doorway and he reaches out and grabs you by the arm, spinning you back towards him. You look at him with menace in your eyes. 

You pull the gun out from your skirt and point it at him. 

"You didn't expect this, did you motherfucker? Huh? You expect me to be packing you fucking scumbag?"

"Oh god, please!" he cries as he drops to his knees in front of you. You can see a wet stain form on the front of his pants as he begins to piss himself. 

"You fucking piece of shit. You think you can touch underage kids and get away with it? Pedo motherfucker!"

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and goes to grab at your legs. You kick his hand eye. "Don't fucking touch me, scumbag."

You look back at the rest of the class behind you, who all have fear in their eyes.

You put the barrel tight against his left eye and look into his right eye. "Beauty and the bullet, bitch." As you pull the trigger you are showered with blood and gore from the backblast. Once again, there is blood everywhere. 

The class behind you screams. Inevitably, high-school security will be on its way towards you now. 
You turn to the rest of the class.

"Alright, bitches, you're my hostages now. We're all going to get through this together, because I know that none of you want to die."

You brandish the gun menacingly at them and they all shy away from you in their seats. "You," you point at a boy in the front row, "fat-fuck, get the doors." He immediately stands up and runs for the doors, closing them for you. 

As he sits back down you sit down on the teacher's desk. Everyone is staring at you, and even with your legs together they can see up your skirt, with your pussy in plain view.

"Nice view, eh?" you wink at the fat guy. He quivers in his seat. 

You direct the fat guy to grab the blinds, and he does. Within a few minutes, you can hear sirens outside the door and a cop yelling into a megaphone, "Come out with your hands up!"

"Alright, you go to the window, open it, and yell out that there are twenty hostages in here, alright?" He nods to you, and with your gun at his back, he walks to the window. He opens the window, puts his head out, and shouts, "There are twenty hostages!"

The police respond with their megaphone, "We can negotiate. But release people so we know that you are negotiating in good faith."

You grab the fat guy's ID out of his wallet. "Alright everyone, listen up. I'm going to release myself now. And if any of you try to stop me, I'm going to track down this fucker's family and kill every single last motherfucking one of them, clear?"

They look at you in silence and nod. "Alright, fat boy, tell them that you are releasing the first hostage."

He goes to the window and calls out, "I'm releasing one hostage now."

You smile at him and blow him a kiss.

You shove the gun down your skirt and go running out the front door of the school, screaming. There is blood on your face as you run towards the cops. One of them grabs you in his arms as you head for a break in their lines and quickly pulls you back towards the cop lines. He picks you up and carries you well behind their lines before setting you down and hugging you tightly in his arms. "Are you alright? What did they do to you?"

"Please, just let me go," you beg him.

His arms are still around you, and you feel that he might find the gun in your back.

As his hands travel down your back, you pull the gun using your free arm, quickly push it up to his neck, and pull the trigger. The round travels through his neck and out through the top of his skull, throwing blood into the air. Suddenly everyone is turning around from the front lines to see what the fuck just happened. 

As people are turning to see what just happened, you run for the first vehicle you can find that is on. Fire truck. Your luck. 

You jump into the driver's seat and hit the gas, smashing the police car in front of you out of the way. As you pull out the school parking lot, the cops begin shooting, rounds echoing off the back of the truck as you drive off. 

You pull out onto the street as you hear the cops rev up to chase you. You hit the gas and turn on the sirens, with pedestrians and civilian vehicle swerving to avoid you. As you go through your first red light, you see the cops in the rear view mirror pursuing you. You pick up speed and head for a second red light. You are going full speed now, but there is a car that hasn't left the middle of the road, and whoever is in it doesn't seem to be moving.

You swerve to avoid them, but as you do you clip the side of their vehicle, which goes spinning off, and the fire truck rolls onto its side. It goes sliding through the street, smashing into vehicles and pedestrians alike, and comes to a stop resting against an SUV. It flipped to the right, so you bail out of the top of the vehicle just as the first cop car comes to a stop in front of you. 

As the cops begin to get out of their vehicle, you stand on the top of the firetruck and hold the gun to your head. You see three dead civilians on the ground in front of you, and two more trying to crawl out of the street. 

"Get the fuck down from there!" the first cop yells. 

You look down at him with tears in your eye. You consider your final words.

"I just wanted to be left alone with some fucking pussy today. Was that too much to ask?"

You see the shock in their eyes as you finger goes to the trigger. You pull. The music stops.