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Wednesday usually loved driving in the rain, but it was really coming down tonight. She was driving back from her night out with Enid and bracing her car against the storm. She just had to say Lurch could stay home tonight. But she didn’t want her parents to know where her new apartment was. She swerved back and forth, doing her best to both speed and not die in a fiery crash on the side of the road.
Through the rain, she looked back and saw the flash of high beams. She covered her eyes to shield them from the brightness and grumbled in annoyance. The idiot behind her started tailgating her. Didn’t he see it was raining? He honked his horn.
“Grr, go around dick weasel!” She grumbled and honked back. She swerved to let him pass, but he stayed behind her, honking and flashing his lights. Wednesday grumbled in annoyance until she felt it. A ram behind her. He had just hit her car. She gasped and honked her horn. It was raining too hard to pull over, but he didn’t seem to let up. He rammed her from behind again, and she growled. Was he going to follow her home? Fucking weirdo. It’s fine, she had weapons at her house. She needed insurance for her car anyway.
She served again, and he kept honking at her. She thought about slamming on her brakes so he could total her car and she would have an excuse to fight him. She grumbled in annoyance and gripped her steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. Her house was in sight, though. She hit her gas and sped the rest of the way home; she twisted hard, skidding into her driveway as the rain pelted her car. She came to a screeching halt and huffed before feeling the other car slam into her from behind. She screamed and slammed the steering wheel. She readjusted her items in the backseat. She’d have to take them in later. They were private matters. She hoped they didn’t get anything on her seats. This project had taken her a long time to complete, and she was going to be pissed if it was destroyed. She marched out and walked back to the shitty car that had destroyed hers.
The driver got out and ran up to her, shielding his body from the rain. He was taller than her and had a soft Boy Scout charm to him. His car was cheap, old, and likely totaled, as was hers.
“Hey, sorry about your car, but…”
“What the hell were you thinking…”
“Excuse me, I was trying to help you out…”
“Oh, by totaling my car!”
“Look, I just!”
The two overlapped in an argument before Wednesday shirked in annoyance. She stomped up to her house, and he followed her, where they finally stopped under the awning, soaking wet and fuming.
“Call a tow truck!” Wednesday snarled.
“You’re going to need to call, my phone died.” He said. His anger seemed more contained, more controlled.
“Fine!” Wednesday turned to unlock the door and storm in. She yanked it open and felt him start to come in. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, it’s pouring! You aren’t just going to leave me out here, are you?” He asked, holding the door open.
Wednesday thought about saying yes. She thought about kneeing him in the balls and slamming the door, but something told her to let him in. She clicked her tongue and walked in. She dropped her purse and her keys in the bowl and growled in annoyance. Her dress was clinging to her body. A little black satin dress now ruined by the rain. She ripped off her heels and glared at the stranger.
“Phones in the living room.”
“You have a fucking landline? No cellphone?” He asked incredulously.
“I’m not a slave to technology. A landline gets me what I need. Phone book is next to it. Call a tow.” Wednesday said, squeezing some of the water out of her hair. Her braids were not ruined, thankfully, but her dress was. She felt embarrassed noticing how erect her nipples were. Thankfully, the guy was in the other room.
“Tow truck says it’s going to be a bit before it can get out here because of the storm.”
“Of fucking course, it is!” Wednesday rolled her eyes and huffed.
“I mean, I can wait in my car until then if I’m such an inconvenience.”
Wednesday looked him up and down. He was taller than her, well-built, and he was generically handsome. If she had met him at the club, she could see Enid taking him home. He wasn’t her type, though. His hands were too big, his hair too curly, and his eyes were too soulful and genuine. She totally couldn’t imagine him picking her up and holding her the whole time he fucked her. He could probably choke her, and it had been a while since she...
Wednesday shook her head. This guy rammed her car. Totaled her car. She shouldn’t be thinking about how his shirt was wet and clinging to his muscles.
She hadn’t been laid in months. She was allowed to fantasize. But not about him.
“No… It’s fine, you can stay inside.” Wednesday said.
“Are you sure? I could be some crazy murderer.”
“So could I.” Wednesday walked into her room to undress. Her project in the backseat would have to wait. She couldn’t bring it out in front of her guest. She reached behind for her zipper and felt it stuck. Damn it. She yanked at the zipper, trying to pull it. The satin must have snagged, or maybe the zipper rusted a little in the rain. She struggled some more, her anger fuming.
“Do you need some help with that?” She heard the guy's voice behind her. She did her best not to jump. She turned to face him. He had one of her towels and was drying himself off.
“Sorry, just heard you struggling and figured you might need help getting off… I mean, getting your dress off.”
Wednesday snarled but turned around. She didn’t want to ruin the dress any further. He came up behind her and unzipped the dress with ease. Wednesday caught it before it hit the floor. She was standing with her back to a stranger, her knee-length dress trying to pull on the floor. Her lace garters and stockings are likely to be on full display with her lacy black thong. She skipped the bra as it didn’t sit well under the dress, and she was now regretting it.
She heard his breath hitch slightly, and she felt a blush to her face.
“You may leave now.”
“Can I use your shower?” He asked. “It will give my clothes a chance to dry since I’m guessing you don’t have anything my size.”
“You’re getting very comfortable for a stranger,” Wednesday narrowed her eyes. “I really could be a psycho murderer.”
“Yeah, but you’re like super itty bitty. Like 90 pounds, I could take you.”
“I’m craftier than that,” Wednesday said, trying not to let her anger get the better of her. She was still holding up her dress.
“Yeah, how would you get the drop on me?” The guy said, cocking an eyebrow. Wednesday felt a challenge in his voice, and she did the cleverest thing she could think of. She dropped her dress. Standing there in thigh-high stockings and a lacy black thong. She smirked at her victory until he took a step forward toward her and removed his shirt, leaving her just as transfixed by his body.
“Is that how you kill all your marks? Tease them and then pounce like a cat.”
“I prefer being a spider. Luring flies in until they’re fully caught.” Was he getting closer?
“Mm, do it often?”
“Yes,”
“I should tell you the truth then.” He was definitely closer this time. “I started following you, flashing my lights, because I saw someone in your backseat. I thought you might be in danger.” He placed his hands on her hips. “Now I know he may be the one in danger.”
“How do you…”
“You stalk your prey at the same club, once, maybe twice every other week.” He was whispering in her ear, moving his hands up her stomach and to her breasts. “A different guy, I’ve watched you. Maybe hoping I’d be the lucky one. We left at the same time. As you drove away, I saw him in your backseat.” He twisted her nipples, making her hiss. She was frozen. From spider to fly. “We have the same route home. Then I saw him move and get up. I just thought you needed a little help.
“I can take care...” Wednesday's voice went breathy as his hands moved down to her ass and squeezed. “I can take care of myself.” The guy spanked her hard, and Wednesday hiccupped a moan.
“You weren’t taking those guys to your home to fuck them, were you?”
“They were misogynistic assholes who deserve everything I do to them.” Wednesday snarled but couldn’t help but begin to meld her body into him.
“I’m sure, tell me… how much did you drug that guy?” The man was now playing with the waistband of her underwear.
“Horse tranquilizer, I redid it when I got out of my car. I’m surprised you’re not fleeing in terror.”
“I told you I could be a psycho killer.” He nipped her ear. Wednesday was in total shock as the man felt her up and teased her body while talking about the guy she was planning to kill in her backseat. “How many hours?”
“4.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t leave him out there, bring him in, tie him up where you usually keep them and then…”
“Then what?” Wednesday could feel the smirk in her neck as he moved his hands down to her thighs.
“I suppose I can give you a taste really quick,” The man lifted her up very suddenly and slammed her back into her bedroom wall while crashing his mouth into hers. Wednesday moaned in surprise and dug her hands into his scalp. She almost froze when she felt how hard he was between her legs. He moved his mouth to her throat to bite down, making her let out an embarrassing mewl.
“Oh god,” She squeezed her legs around his waist, almost locking his hips against hers.
“It’s Tyler, actually.” He said, practically tearing at her skin with his teeth. “But people have made the mistake before.”
“Are… you… Are you?” Wednesday was punching out, moaning, and squeezing her legs tightly.
“A serial killer? Oh, sweet kooky girl.” He drawled against her, nuzzling her neck and squeezing her ass while he continued to grind into her. “You have no idea what I’ve done.”
“Don’t call me that,” Wednesday said, gripping his hair like a vice. She was practically drenched. She needed more. She was fine if he fucked her against the wall; she just needed something inside of her.
“Mmm, I think I’ve earned the right to call you what I want.” She bit into his throat, and he let out a feral growl. He moved her to her bed and pinned her down. He kissed her again. It was mostly teeth on lips than anything else as both fought for dominance. If they moved from the others' mouths, it was biting and sucking on their throats and shoulders. He moved to her breast, roughly kneading one while biting the other. Wednesday whined, she couldn’t rub her thighs together, so she had to settle for grinding into his hard cock, which still had a frustrating amount of fabric covering it.
“Patience… I want to make sure you're nice and ready, so it’ll fit.”
“Oh god…”
“Try again,”
“Just fuck me, damn it.” Wednesday shrieked.
“And if I don’t?”
“You’ll join the other bodies in my backyard.” Wednesday snarled.
Tyler smiled and flipped her on her stomach, positioning her how he wanted. Her thong was pulled around her knees, and Tyler was positioned above her.
“What I figured you’d want me on my….” Wednesday was cut off when he spanked her hard again.
“I saved your life when I rammed you from behind. Figured you enjoy it by now.” Wednesday yowled like a cat when he pushed himself into her. He was bigger than she expected, and it almost didn’t fit all the way on the first try. He was buried up to the hilt on the second thrust, and she could almost hear the pleasure in his voice.
“Oh, such a good girl.” Tyler groaned. “I’ll have to taste you later, right now, I think I’ll die if I pull out.”
“You will die, and I’ll kill you myself.”
“So, threatening for someone currently getting pounded like a bitch in heat.” Tyler was thrusting punishingly while gripping her braid in one hand and her hip in the other. Wednesday was moaning and pushing back against him like a common whore. She felt stupid, but she was getting fucked by the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life while her target was in the backseat of the car, passed out. She’d get to torture him later. The thought of that almost made her cum.
She hadn’t gotten fucked like this in months. There were days she fucked her targets, but after the last encounter and a disappointing orgasm, she decided to forgo the practice. Tyler wasn’t a target. But he was fucking her within an inch of her life.
Tyler wrapped his hand around her neck, getting her to arch her body upward and curve further into him. Her eyes were watering, her air was slowly getting cut off, and she felt herself cum. She hoarsely let out a scream as she clenched around his hard cock. She was fluttering and pulsing all around him.
“God, that was amazing.”
“Wednesday…”
“What?”
“My name is Wednesday.”
“So pretty, and here I thought I would just call you cock sleeve for the rest of the night.” Tyler smacked her clit, not letting up on his assault. Wednesday sobbed orgasmic release and overstimulation. She wanted to be on her back or be on top, but she also couldn’t fathom her legs moving after this. He let go of her waist to let her fall forward with her face down and ass in the air. He lifted her legs around his waist and stood up straighter, having her hips in the air and hitting a new spot. Wednesday moaned at the treatment.
“Such a cute little killer. Do you fuck all your marks?”
“Not… not anymore…”
“Yeah? I think you’re never going to be able to fuck another guy after this. You’re going to be molded to take my cock. Mine to use.”
Wednesday whimpered.
He was still fucking her with painful precision, peppering in spanks and hair pulling. He was grunting harder, and his hips were picking up the pace. She wanted him to cum in her. She wanted to be absolutely flooded.
“Oh god.” Wednesday whimpered.
“Try again.”
“Tyler! Fucking give it to me,”
“Want me to cum inside you?” He asked.
“Fuck yes!”
“Mmm, not yet.” Tyler dropped her legs unceremoniously, and they twisted in a strange aerobatic way, with her landing on top. Wednesday was almost too tired to roll her hip and bounce on his cock, but she wanted to cum again. She used her thighs the best she could and braced herself on his chest. Tyler pulled her down to kiss her, and he didn’t need to battle her this time. She was submitting. She felt him tug her braids, leading to a chain reaction of her clenching down and absolutely soaking his cock.
“Good girl, one more and I think you can have a break.”
“I can’t…” Wednesday sobbed despite the fact that she still felt herself milking his cock with her squirms.
“I’m sure you can, just cum on me one more time, then I’ll give you every ounce of me you want.” Tyler sat up and held her close. He was nipping her bruises even darker and slamming into her like she was a toy. Wednesday moaned and grinded her clit against his abs. She probably looked like a mess. Her sheets had to be soaked. Her screams had turned to whimpers and whines. She didn’t even need to ride him anymore. He was doing all the work. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead, and he gave her a few more aborted thrusts as he came inside her.
Wednesday came down from her high and collapsed forward onto Tyler. Her legs were shaking, her heart was pounding, and Tyler was humming her. She felt her heart slowing and Tyler's soft fingers on her back.
“Aw, a little dick in you and you go from terrifying serial killer to a snuggle bug.”
Wednesday huffed, annoyed, but stayed buried in him. Tyler kissed her head and rolled her on her side. Wednesday mumbled, remembering her prey still in the back of her car, but was too tired to move.
“Don’t worry, my sweet little spider, if our fly tries to flee, I’ll bring him back,” Tyler said. “Regain your strength so you have the energy to torture properly.” He kissed down her spine then her cheek, and Wednesday mumbled happily.
Tyler stayed alert like a guard dog. He needed Wednesday to rest before the torture and murder session. Maybe she would be up for round 2 post-slaughter. His ears perked up when he heard struggling in the car. The rain had stopped. He gave a last kiss to Wednesday's neck and cheek, then walked out the door. She mumbled in her sleep. He had really worked her over. Not bothering to get dressed. He stretched, taking a moment to admire the bruises and scratches Wednesday had given him. She had even managed to draw a little blood. Her nails and bite marks drew a map of her pleasure. He smirked, then jogged out to the car.
Tyler opened the back door and saw the man bound and gagged. He had blood dripping down his temple and a black eye forming. His nose looked broken, likely from when Tyler had rammed Wednesday’s car. There was indeed blood on one of the headrests. It was likely not coming out of the leather. The man was lucky he wasn’t in the trunk. It would have been crushed like a soda can. Tyler smiled, dragged the man by his leg out the door, and stood him on his feet. He clapped the man on the back. He dusted off the other man's t-shirt and looked the man up and down. He had blonde hair, a narrow face that screamed nepo-baby. He was relatively fit but not overly so. He could probably give a good run but not a good fight.
“I should inform you, had you struggled out earlier, or just been quiet, you may have survived this.” Tyler smiled wide. The man was still too stunned to speak. He looked Tyler up and down, trying to stutter out something. “I’m sure this is strange, being drugged by a small goth girl, now face-to-face with a naked man. I promise you it gets weirder. Now I will give you a 1-minute head start to make things fair.”
Tyler extended his claws, undid the man's bonds, and pulled out the gag. He smiled at the man and cracked his neck.
“Alright… I suggest you run.” Tyler said, and thankfully, the man took off. Tyler stretched his limbs before he transformed to chase the man down and drag him screaming back to the house and to wherever Wednesday wanted to torture and torment him. He was almost instantly hard again at the idea of coming back with their injured victim, then taking Wednesday again.
This could be a fun arrangement.