Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Surprising Carrie: One Year Later Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, reluc, rape, oral, viol, ws, snuff Summary: One year after their first encounter, Nick pays another visit to Carrie Underwood. - Disclaimer: WARNING! If you read the tags and are offended, you would have exited this page before reading this. If you didn't read the tags, you missed "snuff" as one of the tags. Just remember, none of this is real (check the Wikipikis (or whatever they're called) if you don't believe me). If you have any questions, comments, story requests or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at thebiglove126@yahoo.com For more great stories from myself and other awesome writers, visit http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com today! - The following story takes place exactly one year after "Surprising Carrie" ended. - I made my walk that night, heading towards the house. It had been one year since I last saw her and I wondered if she remember what September 23rd meant to the two of us. I had no idea what I would do or say to her when I saw her, but I knew that she would remember who I was. Her husband was away on another hockey tournament overseas and my wife was away on another long business trip. The planets aligned for the anniversary to be very special. I arrived at 8pm and looked in the driveway, only seeing her car. I assumed that she was alone but I needed to be sure before I showed my face. I snuck around to the side window and peeked in and saw her, still as beautiful as the night I robbed her of her dignity. She was wearing a grey tank top and pair of red sweatpants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, the blonde hair longer than I remembered. Little did she know that this would not be an ordinary Sunday night. The window was to the side of her chair but she was at an angle where she would need to turn to see me. On the television was a football game, but she was too busy looking at her iPad to care. She stopped a few times to take a sip of her beer and look at the TV before going back to the iPad. I quietly made my way back around to the front of her large house and stood at the front door. I wondered if I should knock or just barge in, but I was unsure about alarms or other security they might have so I knocked on the door. "Be right there!" She yelled out, obviously not thinking it might be the man who raped her knocking. I heard the door unlock and she pulled the door open, originally with a smile on her face. The smile turned into a nervous, shocked look. "Hello Carrie, remember me?" I asked her with a calming voice. "What are you doing here?" She asked quietly, very scared. "I was wondering if you knew what today was. Do you?" She looked confused at the question. She turned and looked at the calendar by the door. "Its September twen...twenty-third, it's September 23rd." Her face turned pale as she realized the date. "That's right Carrie, remember September 23rd 2011, because I sure do." She started to fiddle around with her wedding ring as she stared at the ground. "I remember." It was all she could muster up. "Why did you do that to me?" "Easy, because I could." She looked disgusted as I said this. "Can't you please just leave me alone? I just want to forget about it." She started to close the door, but I stomped down on her bare foot causing her to stop and cry out. "Ow, that hurt!" I lightly shoved her and forced my way into her house, locking the door. I could hear her running up to me so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my six-inch blade, holding it up as I turn around. She stopped in her tracks when she saw it and froze in place. "Your husband is gone for a week and my wife is gone for two weeks, we need to spend some quality time together." I pointed the blade at her eye. "And you will do everything I want you to do. That is unless you want Mike to come home and find your pretty little body in pieces, scattered throughout the house." She started to breath heavily. "Now, let's go to the kitchen...I'm pretty hungry." I put the blade down on the table near the door. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter to get me a piece of the cake she baked earlier in the day while I sat at the table. With her back turned to me, I yelled out, "I want you to pull your pants off for me." She turned around and gave me a nasty look. "Hell no!" She snapped back at me. I stood up, walked over to her and gave her a hard backhand to the face, nearly knocking her over. "Maybe you didn't understand when I said "you will do everything I want you to do" earlier. Don't fucking toy around with me or I'll slice your pretty face up." I sat back down at the table. "Now pull your damn pants down." She turned back towards the counter and slowly began to pull her pants down. The red sweatpants fell to the ground, showing me her cotton white panties. I could hear her begin to sob as she put the cake on a plate and slowly turned around. I glared at the crotch of her panties as she slowly walked towards me, placing the cake on the table. She stared at me with a scared look as I ate the cake while looking her up and down. She tried to cover her crotch with her hand, but would get an angry look from me causing her to stop. When I finished the cake, she took the plate and placed it in the sink before turning back to me. "What do you want me to do now?" She asked. "I have to pee, let's go to the bathroom." I pulled her by the arm and lead her upstairs, making our way into the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet, doing nothing, when she asked me, "What are you waiting for?" "I don't feel like pissing in the toilet." She looked confused until she remembered how our last encounter ended. "Please, don't make me do that." She begged, but to no avail. "Go into the bathtub and get on your knees." She started to cry again, not moving. "NOW!" She knelt down in the bathtub and started to remove her shirt. "Stop! I didn't tell you to take the shirt off. Leave it on." I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and pointed it at her face. My stream started to flow, hitting her on the lips. She did nothing to block the piss from her face, fearing what I would do if she did. The piss flowed down her body and completely soaked her grey tank top. The shape of her breasts became more profound as the shirt got wetter. I pointed my cock at her hair and soaked her flowing blonde hair. Her makeup ran down her cheeks, with droplets of piss dripping off of them. I let out the last few spurts on top of her head and put my cock back inside my pants. The combination of tears and piss streamed down her face as I stood over her, watching her cry in disgust. I used my hand to wipe a bit of piss of her hair and held it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth without fighting it and I slipped it in. She sucked the piss off of my fingers while looking up at me. I kept coating my hand in piss and making her suck it off for a few more minutes. "Now you can take the rest of your clothes off and shower, I don't want to fuck you while you smell like piss." She obeyed and slowly pulled her soaked shirt over her head and removed it. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I saw her beautiful glistening breasts heaving up and down as her sobbing continued. She removed her panties and was now left naked, kneeling in her shower. I turned the shower on pointed the showerhead at her. Carrie shivered as the cold water ran all over her body. She was too depressed to even stand up, so she stayed in the kneeling position as the water washed away the stink from her. After I felt she was clean enough, I turned off the shower and grabbed her robe. She wouldn't take it from my hand, so I threw it at her head. "Put the robe on and let's go!" She looked at me with a blank face as she stood up and threw the robe on. I led her back downstairs and sat her back on the chair I found her in when I was outside. She sat motionless, with only her eyes following me, as I walked around looking at the things in her den. I sat down next to her and stared directly into her eyes. "What's the matter Carrie, are you not enjoying this?" She looked down and stared at her wedding ring, not answering. I grabbed her by her left hand and yanked her closer. We were now nose to nose. "I asked you a question you little bitch, give me an answer!" I ripped the ring off of her finger and tossed it across the room. She pulled away from me and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging herself. "Why did you have to pick me? What did I do to deserve this?" She softly asked. "You didn't do anything to deserve this; you were just in the right place at the wrong time." She glared at me in disgust before looking away, hoping not to have angered me. "Can you at least just fuck me and get it over with? I didn't tell anyone the first time and I won't tell anyone this time, just do it and go." She was starting to get hysterical, so I slapped her in the face. "Like I said, your husband doesn't get back for a week. I don't want to leave you alone for a week, so it won't just be a `fuck-and-go' situation. You're going to my little bitch for the next six days." She was shaking as those words hit her ears. I get down on the floor and moved close to her chair. I slipped my hands up her robe and spread her legs apart. Her pretty pink pussy was directly in front of me, with a small landing strip of hair above it. "But don't think I won't try to make it enjoyable for both of us." Her tears started to stop flowing as I began to feel her pussy. I started rubbing her lips slowly, causing her to moan a little. She looked down at me as my fingers made their way around her sensitive opening. She jumped a bit as my thumb brushed against her clit. I increased the pace of my hands to help get her pussy wetter. She seemed to get into it as every inch of her pussy was getting touched. I could tell that she was fighting it, small moans barely slipping out of her mouth. Her eyes were shut tightly while she pointed her head up to the ceiling. I used my other hand to slowly massage her inner thigh, her skin smooth to the touch. I spread her legs further apart and moved my face close to her wet opening. The scent of her juices were running through my nostrils, running through my body and making my cock harder. I reached up and untied her robe. She slowly wiggled her way out of the robe and was now laying naked on the chair. Her hands cupped her breasts and her back arched as my tongue made contact with her swollen lips. I licked her pussy up and down, sucking in her sweet juices. She bucked her hips against my face when I made contact with her clit. Her clit was very red and swollen by the time I got to it. I wondered if she hated herself for getting so turned on. "I think you're really starting to enjoy this Carrie." She wasn't paying attention since I was rubbing her clit while I talked. She gave up trying to hide her moans after I reattached my tongue to her clit. She wasn't overly loud, but she definitely showed how much she was enjoying it. I took two fingers and began to try to slip them into her tight hole. She let out a loud cry as my fingers inched their way in. They fit in easily since she was so wet and I began to fuck her. My fingers slid in and out, matching the movements of her hips fucking me back. This pushed my tongue harder into clit, causing her to buck harder. She reached down and pulled my fingers deeper into her cunt. Carrie was now using my hand as her own personal dildo. I went in and out at a rapid pace while sucking on her clit. She pulled me in faster and faster until she suddenly stopped and began arching her back farther. Her body began to convulse as her orgasm swept her up and took control of her body. Shake after shake, her pussy grabbing my fingers and pulling them farther in. Her sweet juices sprayed out of her cunt and coated my arm and tongue. I licked up every last drop of her cum from her pussy as she relaxed back into the couch. She ran her hands through my hair as my I finished cleaning her. "You seemed to enjoy that Carrie." She looked at me and smiled. "I haven't had a man give me oral in a long time. Mike has never gone down on me." She explained as she put the robe back on and sat up. "I forgot what it felt like. I liked it even though I still hate you." "Hate is such a strong word." I sarcastically said. "One thing though...I don't remember telling you to cover yourself." She sighed and took the robe off again, tossing it on to another chair. I approached her and gave her a hard slap to the face. "From now on when you disobey me, I will hit you harder and harder. You piss me off too many times; I'm going to start using my knife." I grabbed her by the throat. "You understand me?" She looked at me with her big hazel eyes and lightly shook her head. I removed my hand and let her catch her breath. "Go get me a beer." She obeyed my command and walked, slowly, towards the kitchen. While she was gone, I looked around the room. I was drawn to the DVD stand next to the television. I looked through and found a few different movies and TV shows, but my attention was focused on an all-white case with a hand-written "Carrie & Mike's Wedding" on the side. I slipped the case into my pocket and sat back down. Carrie walked back in carrying the beer, trying to hide her breasts behind her arms. "Thank you, bitch." I told her as I slapped her ass. She sat back down and stared at me as I quickly downed the beer and tossed the bottle towards her. Luckily for her, she was quick and attentive to dodge the bottle aimed at her head. When the bottle smashed, she quickly walked towards it to clean it up. She bent over and gave me a good look at her ass as she picked up the pieces. I got up and grabbed her by the shoulders, standing her back up straight. "I'm tired of waiting." I whispered into her ear before I threw her down hard on the ground, shoulder first. I pulled the DVD put of my pocket and loaded it into the player. "What is that?" She asked, wincing in pain as she held her shoulder. "You will see in a second." The disc loaded and the menu popped up. She knew exactly what it was. "Why are playing that?" She asked nervously as I pushed play. "I want this to remind you of the best day of your life, while I remind you of the worst day of your life." I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes onto her. She pushed them off as I got behind her and knelt down. I rolled her on her stomach and began rubbing the tip of my cock against her worn pussy. "You better keep your eyes focused on the screen while I fuck you, or I will make you pay." She began to cry as she looked at the screen and saw her husband in a tuxedo, walking towards the alter. I spat a large wad onto her pussy and slapped it before beginning to inch my cock into her. It didn't take long before all eight inches were stuffed into her tight pussy. She cried louder when I started to fuck her a little faster. I pulled her hair back to make sure that her eyes were lined up perfectly to watch her wedding on screen. Carrie was in complete hell right now. A man was raping her for the second time, threatening to kill her if she disobeys him. To make it worse, she was being forced to watch a DVD of her wedding, the most wonderful day of her life, while I abused her pussy with my large eight-inch cock. My balls slapped against her clit, causing her to flinch at the touch. I could only imagine what kind of hatred and disappointment was running through her mind. On the screen, "Here Comes the Bride" began to play and my little bitch walked out, looking amazing in her white dress, with a huge smile on her face. I looked at her face and saw the tears running down her cheeks as she openly cried watching the video. She made her way down the aisle as I grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder. I noticed when her head hung down, not looking at the screen. I slapped her back hard to get her attention. "I told you to look at the screen, not the ground, Carrie!" Her head shot back up and she focused her eyes on the screen. I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up when it came time for the vows. Mike began talking and I decided it was time to make her feel something different. I spit on her ass hole and started to slip my index finger inside it. She was getting double-penetrated while she heard her husband declare his love for her. I could hear her whispering to herself, "I'm so sorry baby." I pulled my finger out of her ass and reached under her, grabbing hold of her nipples. I gave them each a hard tweak and made her scream aloud. "No talking!" I yelled at her. She wiped tears away as her vows began to play. Her focus was 100% on the screen, hearing her own words. For a second, she let out a light giggle at the cheesy words she said during the ceremony. I was beginning to feel the cum building inside me; I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I slowed down my pace as she watched the ring exchange and began to give their "I Do's". I picked up my pace, knowing how I wanted this to time itself. Mike said "I Do", Carrie said "I Do" (which she mouthed when she saw it.) The priest pronounced them man and wife and they began to kiss...as my cock exploded in large loads of cum deep inside her abused cunt. When the kiss ended, she began to cry again as a warm feeling was felt throughout her body. I unloaded every bit of cum that I had inside her, yelling out her name as the last few drops fell out. I collapsed on top of her and waited for my cock to soften and slip out. I rolled off of her and lay beside her as my cum oozed out of her pussy. It was obvious that she was trying her hardest to push it out of her. I slapped the back of her head. "Stop that, I came in you for a reason. Keep it in there." She ignored me and continued to force cum out of her, so I rolled her over to face me. She looked angry and punched me in the face. I held my nose as she got up and made a run for it. I quickly jumped up and chased her throughout the house. She tried to exit through the front door, but was unaware that I had locked it when I entered. The adrenaline running through kept her too wound up to focus enough and unlock the door. I ran up from behind her and used my shoulder to slam her into the door, causing her to fall down. She threw kicks and punches as I tried to restrain her, several hitting my face. As my face was getting knocked around, I spotted the blade sitting on the table. I blindly reached for it as she continued to fight me off. I finally found it and grabbed on to it, slamming it into her abdomen. She stopped fighting me as the shock and immense pain raced through her body. She looked down and saw blood pouring out of her stomach. "Oh my God! What did you do! Help me, please help me!" She was screaming hysterically. I stood over her, the bloody knife in my right hand, staring at her wound. I dropped the knife to the ground and knelt by her head. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you did disobey me." I grabbed the knife again and stabbed her twice more in the stomach. She whimpered as she saw her blood dripping from the knife in my hand. I got nose-to-nose with her, staring her in the eyes. "Goodbye, Carrie." As I gave her a deep kiss, I plunged the knife in the center of her throat. I removed my mouth from hers as blood began to spill out it. I held her head and again stared into her eyes, watching the life slowly fade out of her eyes. Her body gave up and she died with her head in my hands. I gently rested her head down on the ground and closed her eyelids. I ran outside and grabbed a gas can from my car. I began to pour gasoline all over the floor of the house, dumping a lot on the floor where my cum dripped out of her. I made my way to her and poured a lot on her. I led a trail of it out of the house until it ran out mid-way down the drive way. Tossing the can aside, I pulled out a matchbook and lit a match. I turned my back, dropped the match at my side and started walking towards my car to drive home.