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underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality
whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not
condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real
world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm
disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really
fucking stupid. I don't own any of Fox/Matt Groening's characters and make no
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Description: Enraged at Homer choosing to stay with Marge rather than go with
her, shemale Mindy Simmons takes bloody revenge on Marge Simpson. She enjoys
herself too much, and kills again...

Content Codes: MF, Shemale/F, nc kill, asphyx nc, anal rape, mast, viol,
cum, snuff, scat/gs, dickgirl, blade mutilation, asphyx,



Simpsons: Mindy's Revenge Part 1
by JD ([email protected])

Mindy Simmons hated to lose. At anything. She knew she was better than Marge
Simpson in all possible fields. The sexy redhead was younger, hotter, had
stunning red hair and larger, firmer breasts. She also had a cock; eight
inches of yellow shemale meat throbbing for Homer. Yet, he had rejected her
advances for his wife.

That Bitch!

She'd turned to drink, growing more and more bitter. She beat off every night
and sprayed her own breasts with cum while calling Homer's name. She had to
have him. The only way was to remove the one obstacle: Marge Bouvier Simpson.

One night she sat watching a horror movie, and as the bad guy slaughtered his
way through the dumb teenagers who repeatedly backed into him, had sex or did
drugs, she realised her cock was getting hard again. The killer was trailing
a blue haired Gothic girl through the dark house, garrotting cord at the
ready.

The little Goth was terrified, sweat and tears making her white and black
make up run. Mindy unbuttoned her jeans and shuffled them down so that her
cock sprang up. She lightly gripped her balls and began to stroke her cock as
she eagerly watched the screen. Her soft hand had never felt so good against
the silky foreskin as it did now.

The blue haired girl reached the door, seeing escape. She reached for the
handle when the garrotte came down over her neck. The killer's face was
hidden behind a ski mask, but the Goth's was wide with horror as she
struggled for breath. She was a very convincing actress. Mindy's hand flew up
and down her cock as she watched the killed lift the goth off the air,
choking the life from her small frame with an iron grip.

The Goth struggled violently to start with, causing her top to drop and
reveal her pierced left nipple. The breast shook and shuddered while the
masked villain impassively kept up the pressure. Mindy grunted, firing her
shemale spunk high into the air as the girl's struggles slowed. She kept
jerking, spraying her crotch, jeans and the sofa and floor with her powerful
climax while the girl "died" on screen.

She knew then what she had to do. She had to kill Marge Simpson - then Homer
would be hers, filling her ass with his cock every night. Spraying her pretty
red hair, her open mouth, her breasts with his cum.

Mindy beat off twice more that night, thinking about Marge Simpson. About
killing the bitch!

* * *

Mindy watched from the bushes as Homer, Bart and Lisa piled into Homer's car.
The three VIP Circus tickets they'd "won" from a competition Homer didn't
remember entering would keep them out for hours. Mindy felt her cock twitch
as she gazed lovingly at Homer.

The hot little shemale waited longer, as surrounding houses emptied of
neighbours who'd also won different competitions (and Ned and family left to
answer the call of a fellow Christian in distant Iowa). She also saw Marge
Simpson put down the baby in one of the upper bedrooms, and then come
downstairs. She watched through the window as Marge sat down to write a
letter.

It was time.

Mindy's cock was so hard as she thought about what she was going to do. She
wore thigh length crimson leather boots with high heels, a red leather bra,
and a full-head leather mask with holes on the eyes, nose, and mouth. Her red
hair emerged from a hole at the back. She wore elbow length leather gloves
with metal bars built into them, giving the effect of a loaded boxing glove.
That gear, aside from the spiked leather dog collar, was all she wore. She
carried a bag with a set of `street clothes' (having changed in the bushes)
and some tools in her left hand, and a key in the other.

Mindy checked the street. It was quiet. She walked around the front of the
house and put the key gently into the lock. Quiet as a mouse, she opened the
front door and re-locked it behind her. Copying Homer's keys had been easy,
she thought. In the bright light of the hall she looked down between the
curves of her breasts at her straining cock.

Mindy walked into the main room of the Simpsons' house, and around to stand
behind where Marge was engrossed in her letter to the PTA. Mindy dropped her
bag to the floor, and waited for the housewives reaction. Marge turned in her
chair to be faced with the masked shemale. She opened her mouth to scream,
and Mindy hit her right in it with a gloved fist.

Teeth and blood were knocked from Marge's face. Her head was jarred back on
her neck, and as it bounced forward again, Mindy let her have it with the
other fist. Marge's nose exploded bloodily, splattering Mindy along with her
own cloves. Marge slumped forward, sobbing through broken teeth.

Mindy twisted Marge's chair round, and took a firm grip of the housewives
blue hair. She drew back her fist again, and then Pummelled Marge's eye with
quick jabs. She sobbing woman grabbed ineffectually at Mindy's arm, crying
out in time with each blow.

Mindy was in heaven. She thought she was going to cum just from beating
Marge. Just from taking her revenge on the bitch! SMACK! The whore! THUMP!
The Slut, who'd kept Homer from her! BANG! BANG! BANG!

That was it. She kept her grip on Marge's hair, but wrapped her hand around
her cock. She pumped it twice, and then unleashed a torrent of shemale spunk
into the bloody mess Marge's face had become. She took care to aim into the
woman's swollen eye sockets and her open mouth. Marge choked when the Mindy's
cumshot splashed the back of her mouth, coughing heavily as her assailant
finished off the powerful climax.

Mindy's cock had only wilted slightly; she smiled under the mask. Marge
clutched at her face and pleaded incoherently for mercy. She shemale reached
into her bag with bloody gloves (the street clothes being sealed in a bag),
and drew out a sharp knife. She turned back to Marge and slashed downwards.
The blade cleaved down Marge's green dress, leaving a thin red line the
length of her torso.

The fabric opened to each side, her slashed bra hanging loose also, so that
Mindy could see all the way down to the strands of Marge's thick dark bush
peaking over the elastic of her panties band. Mindy just knew the bitch dyed!

Marge yelped at the fresh pain, and tried to bring her dress back together.
Mindy ignored her, instead using the knife to slash open the bottom part, to
cut loose Marge's panties. Once it was hanging it off, she slashed at Marge's
belly with the knife two, three times. Just because she could. The wounds
were deeper than she intended, and blood flowed thickly.

`Oh well,' she thought, shoving Marge from her chair, to the floor. Mindy
stamped hard on Marge's ass. She drove a stiletto heel into the firm yellow
flesh, and laughed as Marge wiggled on the end. She put the knife on the
table, and reached again into her bag. Drawing out cuffs, she secured Marge's
hands behind her back, before rolling her over and sitting on the woman's
bloodied stomach.

Mindy took up her knife again, and sawed into the base of Marge's left breast
with it. Marge screamed hugely then, broken teeth be damned. Mindy ignored
her, holding the woman under her weight, until the breast was separated from
Marge's torso. She dropped it to one side, and started on the other one.
Marge's screams reached fresh levels as the blood-spattered shemale removed
her remaining yellow orb.

She held the bloody leaking handfuls of flesh up next to her own heavy rack
and laughed. Marge had lost control of her bowel and bladder during the
torturous mutilation, and a malodorous pool mixed with the blood on the
floor. Mindy dropped the knife again, reaching forward eagerly to press her
thumbs into Marge's big eyes.

Marge, fired by desperation, managed to get her hands onto Mindy's wrists.
Mindy's shemale cock twitched as she fought Marge's strength. Marge never
stood a chance, weakened from agony and blood loss. Mindy popped each eye,
with mini-splashes of the clear humours within. She licked each thumb as
Marge clutched uselessly at the holes in her face, and then stood up.

She grabbed Marge's hair again and twisted the woman round so her face lay in
her own shit and piss. The woman's bloody wounds left smears across the floor
which Mindy found quite artistic. Marge's struggling had lessened
considerably, but Mindy had a couple of tricks yet.

She sheathed the knife deep in Marge's cunt, so only the handle emerged. The
blade angled down enough that the point pierced out of Marge's stomach. Mindy
then pushed up the heavily stained remains of Marge's dress - which still
hung from her arms and back - and forced her thick cock into the dying
woman's ass.

Mindy leaned down close on Marge as she anally raped her. The small pain of
the violation was lost in Marge's total suffering. Mindy gripped her hands
around Marge's throat, choking off the air as she humped her ass. The shemale
groaned, feeling the ring of muscle squeeze tighter about her invading shaft
as she strangled Marge Simpson.

Mindy humped harder, wanting to cum as Marge died. She felt the spunk rising
from her balls as Marge seemed to shudder one final time, and then came. She
filled Marge's bowels with salty shemale spunk, pumping her load deep into
the corpse. She hugged the body close, glorying in her climax, even kissing
Marge's neck as she fired in the last few shots.

Mindy laid there atop Marge's body for a few minutes, slowly coming to terms
with the fact that she didn't need Homer. Marge had shown her the way. She
could just her intense intelligence and brilliant cunning to do what she now
she knew she really wanted.

Her satisfied cock hung limply now as Mindy basked in the glow of the act,
before setting about laying the charges that would - after a shower and
change of clothes - reduce several houses in evergreen terrace to dust and
annihilate the evidence. As she laid the sleeping Maggie's carry cot down at
a safe distance (the Hibberts' porch) and looked back at the dark house,
Mindy realised that the explosion would have to be a one off.

Marge Simpson wouldn't be though; she started to think about the Indian
woman, Manjula.

End.

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