ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1

... furrowed and with a flip of the knife, the Slasher began to slash back. Though stronger, Nate is not nearly as fast, in addition to being down a hand, and takes a number of strikes from the Slasher's lightning fast knife work. With a thrust of his arm at the right time, Nate manages to stop one of the Slasher's swings and launched his injured fist as hard as he could into the face of his would be assailant. The punch sends the killer back a few steps, and gives the large young man a chance to take off toward his gun. Once he gets his hand on it, there isn't much he can do with the other one, so he tries to swing it by the barrel, hoping for another good hit. A swift kick from the Slasher sends the rifle from his hands, before charging once more toward the cowboy. The two wrestled around the room, neither one having much luck in taking down the other, until Nate managed to get his hand on another weapon, this time in the form of a pool cue, and snaps the item against the midsection of the Slasher, giving the Texan a more manageable weapon to use against the seemingly unstoppable menace. A strong swing from the half cue launched the Slasher's large knife, which had previously sliced through Beck like a deli platter, across the darkened floor. The lithe killer lunged for it, as Nate readied his killing blow, attempting to thrust downward into the killer's chest, but the hit just barely grazed the Slasher's shoulder. The overwhelming strength in the move slowed Nate down a bit, ...

... and gave the Slasher a chance to not only recover the knife but to drive it into Nate's left shoulder, which added to his already downed left hand, made the whole side vulnerable. &#034FUUCKKKKKRGGGHHHH,&#034 he cried out, becoming more a****listic as the pain increased, tackling the killer and making lunge after lunge to drive the sharped cue piece into the throat and chest of the killer. But his raging bull routine only made him more and more careless, as the hard, slow hits were outmatched by the faster, lighter hits. Somewhere in the fight, the killer had delivered a surprisingly deep stomach slash, as Nate's shirt was becoming a deeper red with each passing second. &#034I...&#034 Nate managed, using his injured hand to hold his abdomen, breathing deep as he knew this might be the end. &#034I'm not afraid of you!&#034 &#034Those are usually last words...&#034 the Slasher said with a faint grin as the slice on the face had grown larger, but still wasn't bleeding at all. In fact, as Nate realized, there wasn't anything to bleed. Unlike the sickly scarred skin he had seen before the lights went out, there was a very different, pink skin underneath. Nate mustered all of his strength, having to drop the cue piece, thrusting and punching with all his might as his eyesight began to weaken. The kill-er easily dodged most of his wild, but fairly slow strikes, but with a mighty roar, Nate connected. Hard. The punch launched the killer backwards onto the floor, where they remained ...