Perl and Company After driving for about ten minutes Lance came upon a young girl and her boyfriend going for a walk. He pulled over and got out. "Hey girl, ditch the loser and we'll have some real fun!" Lance said as they walked up to him. "What the fuck did you say?" asked the man, clearly agitated. Lance struck him with a powerful backfist knocking him down with ease. But he jumped back up and pulled out a switchblade with a shiny silver texture and brown cracked and faded wood around its handle. The owner of the exquisite piece suddenly erupted swinging the apparent antique weapon at Lance's head. It cut the air, old, but still razor sharp. Milliseconds before it hit his body Lance dodged, rolled to the hard dirty sidewalk, and then stood back up. He took out his Bushmaster 2000 knife with a 10 inch blade and spiked handle. It was huge, stained blood red, but otherwise unblemished. "Holy Christ!" the man said as Lance rammed the blade into his gut and twisted it round and round. The knife tore right through his stomach and liver. Sickening sounds of bones cracking became audible as Lance continued spinning his Bushmaster 2000. The man fell down, gasping and bleeding profusely, nearly gutted as bile and other gastric juices poured from the enormous wound. "Oh no! What have you done to Jimmy!" screamed the young lass. She knelt down and took poor Jimmy's head in her arms. "Please Perl, don't let me die like this. Please..." Jimmy could barely speak. He coughed twice, then passed away in his girlfriend's arms. "You bastard!!" she roared, her hands covered in fresh blood. Lance started laughing and kicked Jimmy's dead body. "You fucking asshole!!" she stood up and tried to kick Lance in his nuts. His personal shield deflected the futile attempt and he grabbed Perl by the throat. "I'll show you what kind of asshole I REALLY am, stupid bitch." Lance sliced away her clothes and threw her down on the sidewalk. Obviously in shock she put up no resistance. Lance took off his pants letting his larger than life penis finally get some air. He plunged it into Perl's tight little box, violently raping her. After just five minutes of rough pumping, he ejaculated. "God damn, bitch, that was sweet." He pulled his spent member from her bleeding vagina, quickly cleaned up, then redressed. Perl just laid there, stark naked and bruised from Lance's 260 kilogram body and enormous cock. He smiled, raised his Bushmaster knife above his head and was about to strike when someone surprised him and grabbed the knife from his hands. "What the fuck?" exclaimed Lance. He turned around and saw some skinny seven foot dude holding his knife. "That's a nice knife. I especially like the spiked handle with finger guard." Lance sweep kicked the guy and the knife flew from his grasp. He caught it mid-air and jabbed it right into the skinny fuckhead's throat. He immediately gasped and went into shock when Lance executed a flawless standing sidekick into his chest. He flew back at least a meter, dead. Lance focused back on Perl, as she attempted to crawl away on hands and knees. He took out some wire. It was shiny with multiple thin strands woven together to make the whole. He walked up behind her, and in a quick precise movement wrapped the wire around her neck. She realized what happened but it was too late. Lance pulled it tight instantly cutting off any sort of fluid exchange between brain and body. Her weak life voice fluttering. Her will had already been broken. She didn't even have a will. She is a piece of meat and Lance the hunter. He pulled it so hard it picked her up off the ground to her feet. She frantically clawed at wire actually slicing her own skin with long jagged fingernails. But no matter how hard she fights it is not enough. Lance was what, a thousand times stronger. She was already dead anyway in is mind and now he was about to act out this twisted fantasy. She continued struggling but faded quickly. And within mere seconds began to pee, her body finally giving up. A tad bit of feces came out as well and Lance made sure not to step in it. The wire practically severed her head by the time he let go. She dropped dead at his feet, eyes bloodshot and stone cold dead. Lance took a deep breath, stood up and walked away.