Bathroom blood lust
Sang-Wo Han was a twisted rapist and killer, a monster with a big, hard cock that throbbed with evil lust. His dad, a scientist, gave him a special tool called the horny meter—a small, black device with a blinking red light that sniffed out girls who were super horny nearby. Han loved using it to hunt. He’d find a girl, then pull out his huge, thick cock to make her want him, even if she didn’t know what was coming.
This time, the horny meter beeped loud, pointing to a 19-year-old girl with big, soft boobs that jiggled and a shaved pussy that was pink and perfect. She was so horny, the meter almost broke—Han knew she was the one. It was midnight, the sky pitch black, and she was in a dirty public bathroom at the edge of town. Han’s heart raced as he ran there, his cock already hard in his pants, ready to destroy her.
He got to the bathroom, the air stinking of piss and mold. The girl was there, lying on the cold, cracked tiles. She wore a tight white crop top, so thin you could see right through it—her big boobs pushed against the fabric, her pink nipples hard and poking out. Her shorts and panties were tossed in a corner, a little pink pair with strawberry designs crumpled up. Her legs were spread wide, her eyes shut tight, and she was touching herself hard, shoving the handle of a plunger in and out of her wet pussy, moaning soft and desperate.
She was so pretty—long black hair, smooth skin, a body that screamed to be ruined—that Han went crazy. He slammed the bathroom door so hard the hinges shook, then locked it with a loud click. The sound made her jump, her eyes popping open, wide with fear. She screamed when she saw Han, a tall, scary man with wild eyes and a sick grin. He yanked his pants down fast, and his huge cock sprang out, bouncing like it was alive, so hard it looked like it might burst. Thick veins ran all over it, pulsing with his dark hunger.
“Who are you?” she screamed, her voice shaking, trying to cover her boobs with her hands.
“I’m your angel, you little bitch,” Han growled, his voice low and dangerous, like a wolf ready to eat her.
She froze, her eyes stuck on his cock. It was so big, so thick, it scared her—but her pussy got even wetter, dripping onto the floor. She wanted it so bad, but she didn’t want to lose her virginity before marriage. She tried to run, her bare feet slipping on the tiles, but she fell hard, her boobs bouncing as she hit the ground. Han laughed, picking up her strawberry panties from the floor. He held them to his nose and sniffed deep, the sweet smell of her pussy making his cock grow even bigger, the tip red and leaking. He was ready to break her.
He walked over, his shadow covering her, and grabbed her left boob with his rough hand, squeezing so hard she cried out in pain. Her nipple burned under his grip, but her pussy throbbed, betraying her. She knew she couldn’t get away—she’d lose her virginity tonight, no matter what. So she gave up, deciding to let herself feel it, her body begging for his cock even as her mind screamed no. Han saw the look in her eyes and grinned, knowing he’d won.
He grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and spread her legs so wide her pussy opened up, pink and shiny with wetness. He dove in, eating her pussy like a starving animal, his tongue licking every inch, his teeth biting her sensitive spots. She screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing, making her head spin. She wrapped her legs around his back, her feet pushing his head deeper into her pussy, her juices squirting all over his face. She moaned like a dirty slut, her voice echoing in the bathroom. Han sucked up every drop, his chin dripping with her wetness, loving how she tasted.
She grabbed his neck, pulling him up, and they kissed hard, their tongues fighting, biting each other. Han shoved two fingers deep in her pussy, moving them fast, making her bleed a little. The pain made her bite his tongue hard, and Han got mad. He slapped her face so hard her cheek turned red, her head snapping to the side. She moaned louder, the sting making her pussy even wetter—she liked the pain.
“Look at this whore, loving it while I rape her,” Han laughed, his voice full of hate.
“Fuck me! Put your cock in my pussy!” she begged, tears running down her face, her body shaking with need.
“That’s what you want, you nasty slut? I’ll fuck you till you can’t move,” he said, his eyes dark and cruel.
He grabbed the plunger she’d been using, its handle wet with her juices, and shoved it deep in her pussy, harder than before. He moved it in and out fast, her pussy stretching and bleeding, the blood mixing with her wetness. She screamed, “Harder! Harder!” not caring about the pain, her body shaking as she felt every inch of the plunger tearing her up. Han got on top in a 69 way, forcing his big cock into her small mouth, making her choke as he kept slamming the plunger in her pussy. He came hard, his cum shooting down her throat, so much she couldn’t breathe.
“Swallow it, bitch!” he yelled, grabbing her hair.
She swallowed, gagging, her face a mess of tears and cum. Han yanked the plunger out, blood dripping from it onto the floor, and got his cock ready. He threw her down on her back, got on top, and shoved his cock into her hurt pussy, fucking her like a machine. Her boobs bounced hard, her screams so loud they hurt her throat. He wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her as he fucked her deeper, her pussy squirting even through the pain, her body shaking under him.
He pulled out and flipped her over, her face pressed into the dirty tiles. “Stick your ass up, whore,” he yelled, smacking her ass so hard it turned purple, the sound echoing. She obeyed, her body trembling, her pussy dripping blood and cum onto the floor. He shoved his cock back in her pussy from behind, fucking her so hard her knees scraped on the tiles, leaving bloody marks. He grabbed her hair, yanking it so hard chunks came out, and growled, “You’re my toy now, you worthless slut.”
Her pussy squirted again, her body1, her body shaking as he kept going. Han didn’t stop—he pulled out, his cock wet with her blood and cum, and pushed it into her tight ass, ignoring her screams of “No! Stop!” He laughed, a cold, evil laugh, and fucked her ass even harder, her hole bleeding as he tore her apart. She cried, the pain so bad she could barely breathe, but her pussy kept dripping, showing how broken she was. “You like this, don’t you, you filthy pig?” he spat, smacking her ass again, leaving welts. She couldn’t answer, her body shaking as he destroyed her.
Han fucked her ass until he came, filling her with his hot cum, so much it leaked out, mixing with the blood on the floor. She collapsed, her body a wreck, shaking and bleeding, barely alive. Her once-pretty body was covered in bruises, bite marks, and blood, her breathing shallow and weak.
Han stood up, his cock still hard, his face empty of any feeling. He looked down at her like she was garbage. “You’re done, bitch,” he said, his voice ice-cold, no heart in him at all. He grabbed the plunger, its handle sticky with her blood, and raised it high over his head. With a sick grin, he smashed it down on her head, the crack of her skull so loud it echoed in the bathroom. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering his face and the walls, her brains spilling out onto the tiles. She twitched once, her eyes wide with terror, but Han wasn’t done. He hit her again, harder, her head splitting open like a melon, pieces of her skull flying. He kept going, smashing her face until it was just a bloody mess, her teeth scattered on the floor, her brains a puddle under her.
Han wiped the blood off his cheek with his sleeve, his smile cruel and empty. He felt nothing—no guilt, no sadness, just a dark thrill. He kicked her dead body hard, her smashed head rolling to the side, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing. “Stupid trash,” he muttered, pulling up his pants like it was nothing. He grabbed his horny meter, the red light blinking again, and walked out into the night, ready to find another girl to break and kill.
