Mindy: Part 2

Mindy: Field Trip
by The Goddess of Death

Hello, its me again, Mindy. It has been about two months since I killed my little sister. Just in case you were wondering, I do not feel bad about it at all. I still get incredibly horny when I remember all that blood she was spitting up as her head started to thrash uncontrollably all over in the wake of her death. She was staring at me with this incredibly intense blank stare that made me feel incredibly hot. It was like she was pleading with her eyes, to help her at the last minute of her seemingly unimportant life. I just sat there- rubbing my mop juice all over my hot steaming pussy and frequently I would grab a gob and feed it to myself. I would hold my finger above my mouth to just let it dribble into my mouth. I would slide my tongue around my finger and then move away and show her a long strain of my goo connected from my finger to my tongue. I had a lot of fun teasing her right up to her slowly, gruesome, pain filled death.

Though, I'd like to tell you more about my experience with my late sister, I really wanted to tell you about something that happened yesterday. Only reason it took me so long to write this was because I was forced to go through psychological therapy for the whole incident. They thought I was traumatised and just unable to cope with the horror I witnessed, little did they know of how that horror effected my cunt. Through out the entire time I was sitting on that leather couch in the psychiatrist's office, my cunt was streaming cunt liquid all over my panties and my ity bity shorts that did nothing to hide much. I did the whole crying act, and gave them a pretty good show so that they would not suspect anything.

My class was going on a field trip and we were going to the mueseums in Chicago. We were taking a chartered airplane, as our class had won from raising the most money in a fund raiser for the school. Unfortunately on the way, the plane acted up and went down. Yeah, I was pretty scared, and my life flashed before my eyes. However, in some sick twisted way, I was actually eagered to see how much pain I was going to go through when we hit the ground. I decided, what the hell, we are going down and no one is going to give a rats ass if I start playing with myself. I propped my legs up on my friend's laps to either side of me. They had their eyes closed, their mouths open wide crying, and their life was also flashing before their eyes. Difference between me and then, I was excited by it. So I pulled my panties to the side and started masturbating right there in front of everyone.

The plane made a few more explosions, signifying the other engines went out. I kept massaging my pussy, and used my other hand to pull my large breasts out to squeeze them. As I was anticipating the incredible feeling of death I also tried to emulate some pain with reflex. I took my nipple and nearly yanked it off and screamed because of it, but my fingers did not let up and I continued to feel the incredible pain that I loved. Unfortunately, the cabin was beginning to lose pressure and I was having a hard time staying awake. My fingers started to slow down and my mind went blank. I didn't even get to experience the pain- how rude.

Hours later I began to regain conciousness. I was still in my seat but the seats around me were not. There were many dead bodies of my school mates all around- they looked like a big pile of spahgetti- with their organs hanging out, their intestines strewed around like spahgetti pasta, and their heads snapped off- and their limbs twisted into unnatural states. The smell was terrible, with the stomach contents and acids that their stomachs had expelled. I unsnapped myself from my seat belt, surprising that I was unharmed. I suppose sitting in the middle may have been a factor in my survival- but I'm not going to explain.

My big boobs were still splayed out for anyone to see and I decided to remove my still soaking wet panties. I had some blood splotched on me from the carnage that happened while I was asleep, therefore I looked like a chick from a horror movie. I was quickly snapped out of thought as I heard some noise from one of the seats ahead. I quickened my pace and looked to see that there was a boy that had survived as well. He looked unharmed like me, and he was trying to figure out what happened.

I quickly sat down next to him, "are you hurt?" I asked.

The boy opened his eyes and looked to my body and his reaction to my near naked body was a hallmark moment. "We just been in an airplane accident and far as I can see, you and I are the only ones that survived! What is your name?" I asked him.

Not very quick to speak, he averted his eyes to a pile of charred body remains in the wreckage on the other side of the aisle from us. He began to scream in horror, as he had never seen anything like it. He began to panic and cry. "Oh my god!" He yelled, "This is terrible! My friends!" He began to unbuckle his seat belt, but for whatever reason my hand quickly grabbed his and pulled it away. The horror in his eyes was too much for my pussy to not react. It was pouring again, and I decided to slouch in the seat I was in and pull my little skirt up to lewdly show him my wet pussy. "What the fuck! Everyone is dead, and you want to fuck? You are out of your mind!"

I smiled, and then pulled his hand down to my moist cunt- but he yanked his hand away and slapped me in the face. I didn't mind, nor did I get angry, I just stood up and straddled his body with my dripping pussy resting on his lap. I pushed my hand into his face really quick and held his mouth and nose closed. His hands began to flay around frantically. "Get off me bitch!" He yelled, but he wasn't putting up a really strong fight. Must be a wimp, or something I thought. My other hand went down to his pants and unbuckled them and pulled them down to show me his penis. His seat belt was still on to hold his lower half of his body down. My hand reached for his limp dick and began rubbing it against my sloppy cunt. It didn't take long for him to get hard and I plunged it into my cunt. I held both of his hands in one of my hands, and his mouth and nose closed shut with my other, and rode him. He was weak, and he was not that good looking either. He was not fat, nor was he skinny, just a weakling that I can take advantage of.

I decided to take my hand off of his mouth and nose to let him breathe, and then I stuck his head deep inside my cleaveage and held him there. "You'll die, not by a plane crash, but because of my big soft yet firm titties." I rode him, his body thrashed all over the place, I held his head against me until he died underneath, simultaniously cumming, and urinating inside me and releaving his bowls at the same time. I stood up and a flood of fluids came flowing out of my pussy and onto his stomach. I kneeled down on the floor and licked the sperm and urine mixture up.

"Oh my god!" A young female voice behind me said. I looked behind me and saw my best friend- she had some damage to her body. Her left side was bloody and her arm looked like a mangled mess. "Why did you do that?"

"I killed him, and I swallowed his post-death cum and urine." I stood up and started walking to her, "it was fun." My cunt was steaming by then. "You are my best friend though, I won't do that to you."

"You are a monster Mindy!" She yelled, and began moving away from me.

"What ever happened to best friends forever?" I asked and I jolted at her and grabbed her by her damaged arm and pulled her close to my naked breasts and pressed her face onto my right breast and petted her on the back of her head. She did not move away from me or try. She was my best friend, and we had been through three school years together. However, my pussy was hot and horny and really looking for some more inducment of pain. My best friend and I never did anything sexual, even though I have always talked about it with her like with my sister. Her and I would also have competitions on how slutty we can be. But, my pussy was on fire right then, so I took her good hand and placed it on my pussy. She did not resist at first, because she was a bit intimidated by me. She must have been there watching quite a while. "Please rub my hot steaming pussy for me."

My best friend began rubbing her fingers on my cunt and I placed one of my legs up onto a seat to spread my pussy lips wider for her. "I always wanted you to touch me there," I whispered, and then I placed my lips directly on her ear, "it is really too bad you are going to die." My heart raced as I knew what my words meant to her, "rub faster" I commanded.

Her fingers slowed down, "what do you mean- I'm going to die?"

My lips met her ear again, "I'm going to be the only person left living from this, rub me- please; I want to feel you before you die horriably."

Her body moved backward and away from me, "don't kill me... please? I can go to a hospital, I have a life a head of me."

I grabbed her badly damaged arm and yanked it to my pussy, "rub me bitch!" I yelled at her- the first time I ever raised my voice at her. "You won't have a life after I'm done with you. I really enjoy watching someone die, especially when they think I wouldn't kill them. It is going to be painful, so make it easier, and rub me before I kill you."

Her mutilated hand was replaced with her good hand and started moving her fingers over my pussy. I moaned loudly and directly into her ear, and punched my fingers into her smaller breast and began squeezing it really hard, I began yanking it from her body. "Rub me with your BAD HAND!" I yelled again, "Don't stop! You are going to feel immense pain, and you better not stop!" I yelled, and her bad fingers moved over my cunt. I just slapped her really hard across the face, and then moved away from her. "Eat me," I widened my leg stance, "get down on your knees and eat me!" Her eyes were filling with tears and she was whimpering. She got down on her knees and started to lick at my cunt. "Eat me! Don't make love to it! Bite it!" I was going insane with lust and had a large smile on my face. My hands went to the back of my best friend's head and pulled her into it and rubbed my cunt slime all over her face. "Oh, my pussy feels so good on your nose." I let loose and urinated all over her face, "oh, you needed a nice warm shower." I started slapping her head as I was urinating on it. I took her hair and pulled it from her head, I had to yank really hard and over and over to rip a good amount out. It did do it's job as blood was pooling on top of her head and she was making lovely screaming noises in my quivering cunt.

I took her face and pushed it back and her screaming was just magnified. Her pain was obviously incredible. I looked over to the other aisle with the mangled bodies, I took my victim and pulled her over on top of one of the mangled bodies and took a sharp piece of shrapnel that was laying near by. I looked my best friend in the eyes and stabbed her in the stomach with it, and sawed it down to above her navel. I stuck my hand inside of her stomach and started fisting her new orfice. I took my hand away and placed my pussy right underneath it and sat back and started shoving one of her intestine pieces inside my cunt. Her screams never dulled down, and she even had enough power to say a few words, "please stop Mindy! You are my best friend!"

I took her face and brought it down to show her what I was doing with her intestines, masturbaing myself with them. I then took the piece of shrapnel and stuck it into one of her eyeballs. The sounds she made were as if her mind was trying to mentally understand what was happening to her. The sound of getting stabbed in the eye was more of a sound of complete submission and complete denial all at the same time. She knew what was happening, but her mind did not understand why, and the beautiful sounds that she made- told me she didn't want to give up.

Eventually, I took a step back before she was too badly damaged and sat on top of my previous victim and splayed my legs and masturbated watching her die. Blood made it to her mouth from her stomach, and the body began to involuntarily thrash around as it was reaching the end. Her mind figured out exactly what was going to happen- she dying, and her mind was fully aware of that fact. It have never felt my pussy so good and so wet, and so sensitive in my entire young life. I watched her only eye roll up into her brain and then she urinated, and released her bowls. I came, hard, and I fainted.

I won't tell you how I got away with it, because- that is the boring part of the story. I killed off about two more people before anyone arrived. I may or may not tell you about how I killed them. My pussy- and my body had never felt so good, since then, and I'm looking to beat that feeling soon.