Payback - Part II - Brittany

   As she walked to the door of the Barry's BBQ to let her manager out, she
felt her phone vibrating in the waistband of her tight black pants that
clung to every curve.  Brittany didn't answer it, choosing to tell her
manager goodbye and that she would clean up as soon as she could and get
home.

   "It shouldn't take me 30 minutes, Paul," she said, turning the open sign
around as she opened the door for her boss.  "See you Tuesday night."

   Brittany locked the door almost as quickly as she shut it.  She leaned
against the glass door and sighed to herself.  "Finally." It had been a
long weekend, especially after having to make up that story about hitting a
deer Friday night to cover what really happened.  "Might as well fix this."
She reached down and buttoned the top bottom of her white top, covering her
cleavage, which she chose to show off at work to get tips and to keep her
boss's attention distracted.  "Oh, shit." She jumped, feeling her phone
vibrate on her hip again.  She pulled her phone out to answer it as she
walked towards the back of the restaurant.  "Addison, I told you, I would
pick you up as soon as I closed." Her voice was cold at her younger sister.
"I'll be at the gym to pick you up in a little bit.  I don't know, just
shoot some more or something, I don't care." She hung up the phone, shoving
it back into the waistband of her pants and grabbed the broom.  She figured
she might as well clean the men's room first, it was always the worst.

   The 16-year-old brunette walked into the bathroom, letting the door
close behind her.  She immediately set the broom to the side and walked
over to the sink and mirror.  She admired herself for a minute, smiling
with her ruby red lips as her teeth seemed to shine behind them.  Her
curled hair hung down to her shoulders and she playfully tossed it.  She
took her phone out of the waistband of her pants and set it on the sink
beside her.  As she did, her phone rang again.  This time, Sarah's number
came up on the caller id.  "Huh, wonder what Miss Goody Two Shoes wants?"
She answered the call.  "Hello?" Nothing on the other end though.  "Hello?
Sarah?" She waited a few seconds before hanging up.  "I hate the reception
in this place." She sat her phone down and walked into one of the stalls,
grabbing the toilet wand on her way.  "I hate doing this." She muttered to
herself, letting the stall door close behind her.

   The stall door shut, blocking Brittany's view from her cell phone.  Had
Brittany seen what was on the screen, she would have paniced as the site of
Sarah's nude, lifeless body, hanging on the wall in her own bedroom, was on
the screen.  As she scrubbed the first toilet, Brittany also did not hear
the sound of the bathroom door locking, trapping her inside the men's
restroom.

   A minute later, Brittany walked out of the stall, shaking her heads. 
"No aim whatsoever." She walked over to the sink, on the way feeling a
slight cold breeze.  She stopped, thinking it odd for a moment, but she
didn't feel like wasting time trying to figure it out.  She walked over to
the sink and turned the water on, unaware she was not alone anymore.

   Brittany was unaware that something spectral was watching her from
behind.  As she leaned over the sink, her round, bubbled ass stuck out, her
black pants stretched tightly over her backside.  She wore these pants to
work because she knew she had a nice ass and anything to help with tips -
like keeping the top button of her blouse undone - she did.  However, she
never realized how this stuff was about to come back to haunt her.

   As Brittany washed her hands, she noticed that the room began to feel a
little cooler.  She didn't think anything of it, it was winter time after
all.  However, what happened next she couldn't ignore as the felt what
appeared to be a cold hand grab her ass through her pants.  She
instinctively jumped and spun around.  "What the fuck?!" She looked around
the empty bathroom but didn't see a thing.

   Then, she heard it, an echoing laughter followed by a ghostly voice. 
"For someone who thinks a perv deserves to be run down by a car, you sure
are a bit of a cock tease."

   Brittany looked around for the source of the voice.  "Who the fuck is
there?" The teen, though, had seen far too many horror movies to stay in
there by herself and she ran to the door.  However, the second surprise of
the night for her was waiting as she discovered that the door had been
locked.  "What the fuck?!  Lemme out of here no, dammit!"

   Brittany struggled with the door for a few seconds, tuggling at it as
hard as she could.  It did no good though.  "Going somewhere, Brittany."
The voice laughed at her struggles as the she turned around slowly, terror
starting to take over her.  "I think not." When her back was completly to
the door, Brittany was grabbed by the collar of her blouse and slammed back
against the door.  She tried to move, but found it impossible.

   Brittany's eyes shot open with fear as she could feel cold air press
against her face.  "What the hell is going on?" Her words weren't as
screamed or powerful this time, confusion mixed with fear.  "This can't be
possible."

   The voice laughed again.  "Oh, I assure you, it is very posssible."
Laughter again echoed through the bathroom as Brittany felt a tugging at
the top of her blouse.  The teen looked down just in time to see the top
bottom of her blouse pop off, exposing her clevage.  As she watched, her
sides of her blouse slowly spread.  In the next second, the second button
of her top popped off.  "Very nice." The voice's tone was filled with
lustful hunger as Brittany's white lace bra was exposed.

   Brittany shivered as she felt the cold air against her bra-clad breasts.
"What are you doing?" She watched as the final two buttons were popped off
almost at the same time, leaving her shirt draped open, her bare, stomach,
slightly pudged, exposed.

   The voice laughed again.  "I think it should be very obvious what I am
going to do." Brittany began to cry as she felt something cold slide
between the center of her bra and her skin.  She could only watch
helplessly as the center of her bra seemed to explode.

   Brittany wanted to move her arms to cover her increasing nudity, but
found she could not.  "NO!" She screamed, echoing through the bathroom as
her 16-year-old breasts were freed from her bra, the cups falling to her
sides and hanging loose.  When this happened, her breasts - large b-cups -
dropped slightly, revealing the illusion the bra created.

   Again, laughter filled the room.  "Well, a push-up bra." Brittany began
to cry as she felt a pair of cold hands touch her collarbone and start
heading down.  "Not surprising with a cock tease like you." The cold hands
moved slowly down.  Brittany's breasts hanged slightly lower than before,
curving slightly from her frame.  As the cold hands touched her, her
nipples hardened instantly.  "Very nice, though." The hands began to molest
Brittany.  "A little nicer than Sarah's actually."

   At the mention of her friend's name, Brittany's lips began to tremble.
"What are you talking about?" She cringed as she felt her nipple being
pinched.  "What did you do to her?"

   The voice didn't laugh this time, but Brittany felt her body being
pressed tightly against the door.  "You will soon find out, Brittany." One
hand gripped her cheeks, a cold wind feeling like breath pressing against
her with the words.  The other hand slid down to her thigh.  "But, since
you were driving, I am going to have a little more fun with you."

   Brittany cried out as she felt her hair being pulled slightly.  "This
can't be.  You can't be fucking alive-" Her words are cut off as her head
was pulled forward then slammed into the wooden door.  Unlike Sarah,
Brittany slid down the door, falling into a seated position.

   A chuckle filled the room as the teen slumped against the door.  Her
head drooped forward, her hair hanging down.  Her shirt laid open, her
curved-up breasts slightly moving up and down as her breathing was shallow.
Her legs were spread wide.  Slowly, her head was lifted back.  Her eyes
still closed and her mouth dropped open, showing off her pearly white
teeth. "Such a mouth on you, Brittany." Her hair raised higher as the
unconcious brunette was lifted slightly.  She remained unconscious as she
was lifted to a knelt position, her mouth agape.  "I know just what to do
about that, you little bitch." As Her head moved forward, her cheeks bulged
out from like something was being forced between her red lips and inside
her gaping mouth.  Brittany's arms hung loose at her sides as her head
moved slowly back and forth, her cheeks puffing out each time her head
moved forward.  As the speed of her oral violation increased, her bared
curved up breasts began to jiggle in time with the motion of her bobbing
head.

   Slowly, as the oral rape sped up, Brittany's eyes began to slowly
fluttered.  Her mascara had already started to run, lines of black slowly
spread down her cheeks.  "Mmmmm..." Brittany began to regain consciousness
and found her mouth was full and she was unable to speak.  "MMM!!!" Her
eyes opened wide, darting back and forth, trying to piece together what was
happening to her.  Her arms flailed at her sides, causing her breasts to
bounce.

   The sound of the entity's laughter flowed through the bathroom as it
forced itself on the 16-year-old.  "Welcome back, Brittany." Her arms were
forced backwards, almost in a "V" behind her as her hands were held against
the door.  "Quite the little cocksucker you are, bitch." Brittany's eyes
froze in panic and pain, evidence that whatever was in her mouth was making
her gag.  "Don't worry, I intend to see if you have other talents." With
that, Brittany felt something cold and rank shoot down into her throat.  At
the same time, something closed her nostrils, forcing her to swallow.

   Laughter filled the room as Brittany's mouth was emptied and her body
was released.  Her mind was not on that now.  Whatever shot down her throat
was the worst tasting stuff she had ever had in her mouth.  "Oh, gawd..."
She fell forward, catching herself on her hands.  She tried to hold in her
disgus as she started to crawl away from the door.  But, she only got about
a foot before her head dropped and she started to vomit.  Though she could
feel something putrid come up through her body, nothing hit the floor. 
"What in the hell?!" She tried again to crawl, hoping to get to the sink.
However, Brittany was stopped a moment later, feeling as though she were
froze in place.

   The teen was on all fours on the bathroom floor, her head hanging low.
"No need to get cleaned up, Brittany." The voice laughed again and pulled
her head up by the hair from behind, causing her hanging tits to jiggle
underneath her.  She could feel a cold hand on her lower back, its fingers
slid into the waistband of her pants.  "Time to see what's under these
pants of yours." She shuddered as she felt her pants get jerked down to her
bent knees, leaving her tanned ass in only her pink thong.

   Britany tried to move, but found she still could not.  She was trapped
and terror filled her mind as to what was coming next.  "Let me go!"
Brittany looked back and could see herself in the mirror on the door.  Her
tanned asscheeks were bared, her pants bunched down at her lower thighs. 
She shivered as she felt a pair of cold hands spread her thighs out, at the
same time forcing her backside to spread just enough to reveal the rest of
the pink fabric that laid in the crack of her ass.  "You sick fuck!  Let me
go!"

   A soft chuckle filled the room.  "Oh, I don't think so." The cold hands
moved up onto Brittany's bare asscheeks and her eyes widen.  "No way I am
going to pass up the chance to have some fun with an ass as nice as this."
The invisible icey hand grabbed the teen's thong and ripped it from her
body as she watched in horror.  She could now see her spread ass, her brown
puckered asshole exposed, as well as the back of her pink pussy.  "I am
going to fuck you raw...just like I did Sarah."

   Brittany wanted to scream out at the sound of her friend's name.  The
same thing had happened to Sarah?!  Why hadn't she called to warn her?! 
She wanted to speak, but, before she could, her upper body was forced onto
the cold tile floor.  She could feel the folds of her pussy spread open and
something cold press into her.  "Oh, gawd." Whatever it was, it was huge as
it pressed deep into her body.  She felt something grab her hips and pull
them back.  She screamed out as she felt her pussy being filled.  Tears
flowed down her cheeks, ruining her mascara, black streams trailing down
her face.

   Slowly, Brittan's body was allowed to slump slightly forward before
being jerked back.  "So tight..." The voice laughed, as it could see all as
it was around and inside her all at the same time.  It could see her
tear-stained face and trembling red lips, which cried out with each thrust.
It could see her breasts quaking under her with each thrust.  And it could
see her pussy lips splayed out from behind, taking in more than she ever
thought she could.  "Not a virgin like Sarah." Brittany's head jerked back
by the hair.  "But a very good fuck though."

   The next thrust was so intense that Brittany's body was lifted off her
knees.  Being held up by her hair, the young teen felt the pace of her rape
increase.  "What...did...you do...to...Sarah?" She was scared she knew the
answer, but she was unprepared as she felt herself hilted again.

   A single word echoed through the bathroom as a scene was shown to
Brittany on the bathroom mirror.  "Payback." Brittany wailed out as she saw
Sarah's lifeless body hanging on her bedroom wall.  The teen, filled with
terror, began to cry as she could tell her friend was dead.  She felt her
body being turned over onto her back.  "She was a good little fuck,
actually."

   Brittany looked down, just noticing her shoes were off.  "You monster."
She wanted to reach down and cover herself, especially her now aching
pussy, but found she couldn't.  She laid there, her arms forced out to her
sides, her blouse splayed open, her breasts rising and falling.  "You sick,
fucking monster." She tried to yell, but her voice was weak.  Her pants,
bunched at the knees, slid the rest of the way off, leaving her naked body
in full view of her phantom rapist.  She screamed as her rape resumed, more
savage now.  Her legs raised into the air and bent at her knees.

   The voice spoke again.  "Not the virgin Sarah was, but you have a better
body." The entity invaded her body so deeply, causing her pussy to gape
open and her mound to bulge from the invasion.  With each savage thrust,
Brittany's breasts bounced towards her face.

   Brittany cried harder, feeling her insides being practically destroyed.
A new terror set into her mind as she felt her lower body being raised off
the ground, causing her to fold slightly as something was pressing against
her asshole.  "No...not there...please...oh...fuck...uhhh..." Her voice
again silenced as what felt like a pair of thumbs pressed into her virgin
asshole.  Her head fell back, she felt near lifeless as she laid there
crying.

   The voice laughed.  "I would fuck your sweet little ass, too." Brittany
feeblely screamed out as she felt the entity thrust deep and hard into her.
She cried silently as she felt herself being filled with a coldness.  "But,
I have one more stop to make tonight and I want to have a lot of fun
there."

   Brittany closed her eyes as she felt whatever was inside her withdraw.
She felt herself being lifted up.  She got a look at her raped self in the
mirror.  Her eyes were red from crying, streams of black from her ruined
mascara lined her cheeks.  Her breasts rose and fell a little more rapid,
her breath short from her rape, her tattered shirt and torn bra the only
clothing that remained on her body.  She looked between her legs and could
see her gaping pussy.  As she was dragged towards the stall and propped
against the closed door, the voice's words finally started to sink in. 
"First Sarah, then her, that means?" She thought to herself.  She laid
there against the stall door, her mind flashed to the third person that was
in the car that night.  "No...please..." She begged between breaths.  In
her pain and exhaustion, she didn't notice her pants being thrown above to
the top bar of the stall, one leg descending down towards her.  "Not her."
Her terror caused her to ignore the pants leg wrapping around her neck. 
"She's only..." Her words were cut off as the pants leg tightened around
her throat.

   No laughter came from the voice this time.  "Oh, I know all about
Addison, you little whore." Brittany's hands grabbed at the pants leg
around her throat, trying to wrest it from her throat so she could breath.
As she struggled, she was pulled slowly to her feet.  "Don't worry,
though." A chuckle followed as Brittany's feet left the ground.  "Me and
your kid sister are going to have a lot of fun."

   Brittany started to kick as her ascention stopped and she dangled from
the top of the stall.  Her nails scratched her own throat, drawing a little
blood.  She ignored that pain as she fought for her life as the precious
breaths slipped away.  She had been stripped, knocked out and raped.  Now,
she was going to be hanged.  Her struggling started to slow as her mind
slowly came to terms with what was going to happen.  Her left hand dropped
to her side, causing that side of her shirt to stay open.  This...whatever
this was...had obviously raped and killed her best friend - the site of
Sarah's naked body told her that.  She was seconds away from dying herself.
And, her sister was next.  As he other hand dropped, so did her head, the
last of her life slipping from her.

   Brittany's body hung from the stall in the men's room.  Her head drooped
forward, her red eyes blank and her cheeks stained with mascara.  Her red
lips parted open, gasping for breath that will never come.  Her arms hung
at her side, pinning her shirt open, exposing her up-curved, lifeless
breasts.  Her nipples softened in death.  Her raped pussy shrank to a more
normal size.  Her feet sway back and forth, only inches from salvation.

   "Two down." The voice laughed as Brittany's cell phone began to dial. 
"One to go."
   Across town, another phone rang...