Those three little words: Kyle & Carmens story: part 4 - Sex Stories

Those three little words: Kyle & Carmens story: part 4

... moment before thrashing his throat again. "And your final resting place will be somewhere so desolate, that at the end of time, not even God will be able to find you!" I snarled as I forced him to look me right in the eye. "Do you understand me?!" His terror stricken face attempted to nod with my fist clenched around his throat. I threw him to the floor. On all fours He began coughing and gasping for air. I turned to look at two sluts on the bed, frozen in terror. Their pupils dilated as big as coins. "Put on your clothes and Get the fuck outta here, you obviously aren't old enough to be at a prom party." I told them smugly not looking at them as I passed. I bent down to embrace Carmen. "Come on, I got ya." I grabbed her purse And tried to stand her up, but she was still to dazed to completely stand on her own. She mumbled incoherently as I scooped her up. I hurried down the hallway to the top of the stairs. I saw a phone sitting on a table in the hallway. I lowered her back to her feet momentarily and spared an extra fifteen seconds to make a phone call. I then scooped her back up and down the stairs we went. Back down into the life of the party. A few people noticed me carrying her, but I kept my head down to hide my face under my hood. "Door!" I yelled over the music. Someone close by opened it for me and out we went. I threw her into the passenger seat and we sped off. Seconds later we were pulling into her parents garage as I closed the garage door behind us. I carried ...

... her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. I could here sirens in the back ground. I looked out the window. The streets were suddenly flooded with cop cars flying past her house back towards the party. I smiled at my work. I had placed a 911 call reporting a loud party ,underage drinking and drugs. As well as a possible statchetory scenario. I could hear Carmen moaning on the bed. I rushed to her side. "It's ok now. I got you out of there. Shhhhh, Shhhhhh. You're safe now." I smiled at her brushing the hair from her face. She seemed to comprehend what I was telling her. But then she rolled over onto her side and started throwing up all over herself and her prom dress. She gagged and heaved for a few minutes. I tried to get a towel to clean her up but she threw up again. ~"Shit" I muttered to myself worried about her over dosing, "I'm gonna have to take you to a hospital." ~"No!" She managed to cry out in between dry heaves. "Not...hospital yet....I'll be...ok....." She paused to breath and collect herself. "If you take me to a hospital...... My parents....will find out for sure.....You...know why that means. I'll be ok" I stood back and assessed her. She was beginning to form sentences again. She was able to hold her eyes open. But the puking and dry heaving started again. Poor thing was making a mess of her dress and bed spread. I tried to give her a glass of water but that did no good. I picked her up again and carried her to her parents master bathroom making a ...