Alien Symbiote: Part 6, Killing Rose

The decision is made:

I was beginning to think it was time for me to move on. I had infected, used, and murdered enough women the authorities would be becoming aware of me. There was a pressure in me to destroy, and I realized it had been 14 days since my rape of her ass had implanted Rose. The day had come to end the sole survivor of those I had taken and get out of town. Rose had no idea I was done with her when I found her resting on the waterbed in the guest bedroom. As usual there was a brief terrified flash of her real feelings before her forced emotions took over and she dipped her gaze, waiting for me to tell her what I needed.

Rose lay naked before me on the bed, and I moved to alongside the bed slowly, looking her over to survey the marks of the damage I had inflicted over the time since I infected her. Rose’s eyes were red, with a tired and haunted look in them. One eye shaded a little black, though I could not remember slapping or hitting her face. The mark may have been a result of my grip while forcing my cock down her throat yet again recently. Her thick soft neck had few barely purple finger marks from the first night, but the largest visible damage was to her breasts.

The pale white soft flesh of Rose’s left breast was mottled with slowly fading purple marks from my grip the day I had tit-fucked her. Her right breast was in much worse shape. The alien infestation helped fight ordinary infection and speeded natural healing, but could not regrow the part of the tip of the teat I had torn off with my teeth. The whole breast was swollen and out of round, deep bruises radiating out from her mangled areola in shades of purple and yellow as the damage worked its way to the surface. That nipple was a ragged wound of tooth marks and raw barely healing flesh, with a serum crusted ragged hole where my teeth had torn away a piece of her areola.

Below her breasts. Rose’s large arched belly sagged to the sides, her lower flap of fat hanging over and partially hiding her bush. Her belly had a few mottled finger marks. Her pooch had a few that were more intense from me hanging on when I had ass fucked her. Rose’s thighs were only parted a little, giving a view of the more livid finger marks on her inner thighs. It had been a couple of days since I had cum in Rose, and the effects of the mind altering stuff in my ejaculate were easing, letting her original, uncontrolled thoughts and feeling surface a little. With the alien spawn matured in her gut she was very much still dosed enough my commands could not be resisted, however she felt about them.

I was naked and Rose’s eyes finched from the sight of my swelling but still hanging cock. I told Rose “Smile for me” and she did, her eyes teared up as I got close along-side her at the edge of the bed and she realized I was holding a large double edged knife. Rose’s smile cracked, her wide eyes shifting from the knife, to my eyes, and even briefly to my slowly swelling cock before fixating on the blade. I slowly put the knife down in her cleavage, tip towards her head and the cool flat of the blade between her heavy, gravity parted breasts. I bent over, my face just a foot from Rose’s, speaking calmly as if it was nothing important. “I know that deep down your rational mind is full of horror at what has been happening, and yet you can’t stop wanting sex with me, can you?”

Rose’s voice caught, stammering a little before she could answer me. “I can.. can’t stop it! I don’t know how you did this to me, you fucking bastard. I hate you but I need more!”

I moved a bit along the side of the bed, moving to my right to let my right hand touch the inside of Rose’s upper right thigh, fingers slipping up the warm skin towards her pussy, my wrist pushing against her belly flap. “Spread your legs for me, helpless slut, and I will let you cum and then you will have a chance to escape the torture. You need to keep cumming, and you want what I do to you to stop, yes?”

By the time my slow moving hand pressed my thumb through the padded outer lips of Rose’s cunt her inner labia were already heated and wet, swelling in anticipation and her voice a groan before she begged me. “Ahh, let me go, Mmm, I need this!”

Roseg groaned at the touch again, her resistance to my control crumbling and her legs going wider as she tried to press her cunt against my hand. I slipped my thumb up between her quickly slicking labia, just the tip sliding in the heated grip, slipping it up until it pushed back the hood of her swelling clit, the callus rubbing the sensitive bud of nerves.