Kristi's Demise

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There I was, sitting in the basement of the house, the day after my eighteenth birthday. What a disaster that was! Mom and Dad had thrown me a small party with my friends in attendance. Of course, back then I didn't have any girl friends, so it was just a group of my buddies, my parents, and Kristi that had gathered for the party.

Everything had started out fairly well, though my expectations were not very high being that Kristi was there. True to her form, she took advantage of every opportunity to pick on me when my parents weren't watching, or were busy with something. To make matters worse, she always did it in front of my friends, doing her best to embarrass me. It didn't help any that she wore a tight fitting, low cut blouse that showed off her cleavage, shamelessly shaking her tits in front of my friends. They would all laugh at her efforts to pick on me, and gawk appreciatively at her. I could hear their whispers, how "hot" they thought she was, even though they knew none of them ever had a chance hitting on her.

The night was pretty well ruined in its entirety when Kristi took a piece of the birthday cake and smashed it in my face, smearing the icing all over. God, I hated her!

But that was yesterday; before I had my watch! Today was my chance to get even. However, I had no intention of getting even. I was going to ultimately ruin her. It only took me mere seconds to formulate exactly how I was going to do that.

Mom and Dad had gone out for their usual Sunday routine, consisting of breakfast at the diner, clothes shopping for Mom, lunch at the mall, followed by a matinee, dinner and drinks at the pub, and then back home. Of course, that left Kristi at home, alone with me... all day!

Kristi had made her way to the basement, to continue her normal torment. "Hey Dweeb!" She stood there, so confident and cocky at the bottom of the stairs, with one hand on her hip, the other resting against the wall. She struck a pose, as if to show off her hot little body. She looked like she was ready to go out. She was wearing a pair of hip hugger, low cut, blue jeans, with black leather boots. She had a simple white tank top on but you could clearly see the black lace bra she had on underneath. Over top it all, she wore a black leather jacket. She wore a bit more makeup than usual, with thick black eyelashes and eyeliner, fully accentuating her Bitch look. "I got a friend coming over, so you just keep your scrawny ass down here until I say you can come up! Hell, maybe' I'll just lock the door! And don't think about saying anything to Mom or Dad, cuz you know they'll never believe you! I'm their angel, and you'll never change that!"

That was it! It was time to show this bitch who was in control! "Oh no you don't BITCH! It's about time you know who IS in control!" She looked at me with such shock and surprise, probably wondering if I'd lost my mind. The watch came up, I tapped it and the beam shot across the basement to Kristi. She stood there, frozen in her pose a totally blank look in her face. I walked up to her, rage still filling my soul. I reared back and slapped her hard across the cheek. Her head snapped to the side, breaking her from her trance, wells of water filling her eyes, threatening to spill at any second. A bright red handprint lingered on her cheek. She tried her best to blink back the tears, her eyes dropping from mine, to my crotch.

"I ... I ... I'm uh ... I'm sorry," she whimpered, never taking her eyes of my stiffening member.

I dropped my pants, which elicited a gasp from Kristi, who dropped to her knees in front of my freed cock. She went to reach for it and I slapped her hands away. _"Don't you dare put your hands on my cock ..." and then I thought about it for a split second,_ "... or any cock for that matter." I fisted my raging monster and slapped her face several times as she moved her hands to her lap. "For right now, your mouth is the only thing you have, good enough for a cock!"_

I could see Kristi open her mouth as if she was about to object, or say something in protest, but no words came out. Instead, her mouth hung open with a look of disbelief on her face. I took my cock and slammed it through the opening she offered to me. In one mighty thrust, I slammed it hard into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and ****. Grabbing the back of her head, I prevented her from pulling away. All kinds of weird sounds were escaping from Kristi as she continued to gag. Every time she did, I'd push a little harder and further, driving my head deep into her throat. The water in her eyes, that she'd been holding back, now flowed freely down her cheeks, black streaks of eyeliner and mascara, decorating her once pristine, angelic face. She was fighting for oxygen, which I continued to deny her as her stomach began convulsing, and her body jerked violently. At the very last second, I pulled away, stepped to the side, and watched in glee, as Kristi lurched, coughing violently as she tried to get some air, followed by her vomiting all over her shirt and pants. "Ah, look at the filthy slut, can't even do a decent blowjob. Filthy sluts aren't allowed to give blowjobs, they're only good for facefucking. Your mouth needs to be fucked. That's all you're good for Kristi, is a good face fuck! You will do your best to be the 'Face Fuck Queen' of all-time."

Kristi crooked her head, took the bottom of her shirt and wiped the vomit from her chin and went back to my cock for another round, destined to prove she could do it. She opened her mouth and allowed me to resume where I left off. This time however, I just hammered my prick in and out, repeatedly jamming it to the back of her throat and mashing her lips against my groin. The tears resumed flowing, making new tracks down her face. It wasn't enough to just face fuck Kristi, I had to totally **** her and ruin her for all her years of torment. "You're just a no good cock whore who needs lots of practice. You're gonna beg me to fuck your face, just so you can practice and refine your skills. You'll do anything I say, just so you can get my cock down your throat! You just absolutely love being treated like a slut, being humiliated and degraded; it just makes you crave cock all the more!"

I paused just long enough to take a glimpse of her face, soaking in the glorious moment of triumph and her total defeat. I returned to her face fuck, alternating between punching the back of her throat and lodging it in her windpipes, cutting off her airway. Long drools of saliva drooped from her mouth, tethered to my cock. Her gagging and **** had subsided over time, her mouth stretching to accommodate my girth, and her throat stretching to accommodate the mushroomed tip of my cock. The rage within me was finally being replaced by excitement and lust, pleasurable friction tingling along the shaft through my body to my spine. With no warning I shoved in deep one last time, pulling her hair roughly towards my hips driving me fully into the back of her throat. I tensed up and stood frozen as my penis pulsed and throbbed several times before unleashing what felt like an unending torrent of cum that had nowhere to go but down her throat. Kristi struggled to break free from my grip, coughing and gagging once again. When I pulled out, she had coughed and sneezed simultaneously, white slimy cum coming out her mouth and nose.

As she knelt before me, trying her best to recover, I grabbed my prick and drained the last few droplets onto her forehead. There was a picture I needed to have. I grabbed my phone and snapped off a series of pics that left no doubt what the "angelic Kristi" had been up to. I now had the evidence alongside the transformation to make my triumph complete.

Or did I? With my phone in hand, I contemplated making a phone call (or two or three, or maybe more).