Right in cassandra's backdoor.
From Create Your Own Story
Taking a tight hold on her ass cheeks, you peel them open until her little starfish opens just a bit. You spit on it, and she begins begging you to stop. "Not there," she says. "You're going to hurt me, and we cant' afford that. We need each other."
You don't listen. You're too far gone in power and lust. You nudge your cock right against her spit-wet hole and push a bit. She squirms, then puts her head down on the table, crying now. You push again, and almost snap your dick in half. She nearly screams each time you try to force it in, then goes back to crying.
Finally, you just ram the head in. It's tighter than anything you've had before, and you can feel her backdoor literally tear to let you in. Her whole body reacts in pain, tightening up every muscle, and her crying is louder and much worse. You thrust in deeper, until you're half way inside of her, and she slumps to the table, crying so hard that thick rivers of spit and snot drip from her mouth and nose and stick to the table. She's begging you to stop as you rape her backside, but you drive in deeper. Her ass finally sucks you in deep, until your balls are resting against her pussy. It's an amazing feeling.
You can hardly look at the girl, her face red and tear streamed, snot spread across her lips and cheek, still begging you to stop. You push again, trying to get deeper, and her hole is so tight you can't stop the orgasmic tidal wave that spreads from the base of your cock and consumes your body whole. You pulse and spurt into her bowels, pulse and spurt again, and again, and again. Finally, your legs shaking and your knees weak, you pull yourself free of her. The stench is awful. You look down to see feces and blood spread across your member and dripping from her to the floor. You gag, your eyes water, and you fight the urge to vomit.
Cassandra capitalizes on that moment, picking up a pencil from the table and quickly swinging it upwards and jabbing it into your eye. "You fucker!" she screams as she wrenches it free. "YOU HORRIBLE FUCKER!" She screams as she shoves the pencil forward again. The pain is terrible as she obliterates your left eye, and you scramble backwards to escape. She comes at you again, and when you put up your hand to defend yourself she stabs you in the fat of your palm and the pencil breaks off.
Falling backward onto your ass, you feel your tailbone snap against the floor, and reach up to hold the bloody mess that is your eye. The agony is nearly unbearable. Luckily for you, Cassandra has a small pistol tucked away, and she retrieves it. As you try to get to your feet, she empties the gun into you. You're dead by the third shot.
It's exactly what you deserve.
