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A Killer in TV Land	By : RicLugar Category: -Misc TV Shows > Crossovers Views: 11533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Other than Mr. X (James) I own none of the characters featured in these stories and this work is a complete work of total fiction.

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This is a work of complete fiction. I make nor do I want to make any profit off this story. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own the King of Queens TV show or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.
Episode 003 – King of Queens – Taking The Queen
Carrie Heffernan hung up the phone with her husband as she sat on the bed alone late that Friday night. The dark-haired woman sat there for a moment on the edge of the bed, wearing one of her husband’s t-shirts and a pair of panties underneath. She had the house to herself for the weekend as Doug and Arthuir had went out of town to see a game and have some bonding time. She thought to herself how happy she was to have the break from her father but would have liked to had Doug home alone for the weekend. Course, that also meant she could do whatever she wanted and she thought to herself how much great it would be to snack and watch a movie in bed alone.
Carrie quickly made her way downstairs to the kitchen and to the fridge trying to think what she could have for a good snack while watching the movie. She opened the door in the dark kitchen not even bothering to turn the light on. As she bent over to look in the bottom of the fridge, she felt the t-shirt ride up and expose the back of her panty-clad lower body. Her hands instinctively went back to the bottom of her shirt but stopped, remembering there was no need. There was no Arthur, her father, to make snide comments about her barely-covered ass sticking out from the fridge. It didn’t matter that most of the bottom of her tanned ass was exposed to the rest of the kitchen, she thought to herself, because was there in the house alone.
But, in the darkness of her kitchen, Carrie was in no way alone. With the pitch black of the room shielding him from being spotted, Mr. X stood there watching Mrs. Heffernan from behind as she stayed bent over exposing her barely clad ass to his lustful gaze. He had watched much of this show but the show he was getting now – the bottom of Carrie’s ass hanging out of her panties just a couple feet from him – was the best scene he had watched. And it was only going to get better as he slowly stepped towards the bent over woman as he could hear her humming. He smiled a lustful smile as he reached down and grabbed Carrie’s right asscheek. Instantly he felt himself get hard as a rock at touching her round smooth ass.
Carrie was so busy in searching for that late-night snack she didn’t hear the footsteps approach her from behind. In fact, it took the feel of her ass being grabbed before she had any idea she was not alone in her home after all. “What the fuck!” She yelled as the hand grabbed her ass as she quickly tried to stand only to smack the back of her head on the top of the doorframe of the fridge. Now thoroughly stunned, the 5-3 woman dropped to her knees in front of the appliance as the fridge door swung open. Her eyes foggy, she was barely able to look at her attacker in the newly illuminated portion of the kitchen as her eyes struggled to adjust. “What do you…” Her words were instantly cut off as she felt a hand clamp across her throat and cut off her air as she was lifted to her feet.
Mr. X smiled as he picked the stunned woman up off the ground and pulled her closer to him. “Hello, Carrie. Looks like I get to have a snack, too.” He laughed as she slowly reached up towards his hands only for him to swat them away effortlessly. “Too late to fight back now, bitch.” He smiled as he felt her body brush against him and could feel her curves under the thin t-shirt. With little effort, he was able to pick the still stunned petite female off the floor and place her across the kitchen – her legs hanging off one side and her head the other. “In fact, it’s time for me to have some fun with you, Mrs. Heffernan.” He laughed again as he slid his hands up Carrie’s bare legs towards the bottom of her shirt.
Carrie finally was able to catch her breath just as he was doing this as his hands alerted her quickly to what his intentions had to be. “No! Help!” She raised up to a seated position on the table and wanted to jump off but he was blocking her. The terrified housewife tried to push her attacker from her path so she could escape. “Get your han-” A loud pop echoed through the room as Carrie felt a thunderous slap hit the left side of her head and she fell back onto the table instantly.
Mr. X smirked as he reached back on the counter and grabbed a knife. “I mean don’t fight me, bitch!” He kept the knife in one hand as he reached across the table and grabbed a handful of Carrie’s dark hair with the other and pulled her back up almost to a seated position. He put the tip of the knife to her throat as he wanted to make sure his message got across this time. “Keep it up and I will cut you up in a way that takes hours to bleed out.” He shoved her back onto the table as her head swung backwards off the edge. “Time to open my present.” The next sound that filled the kitchen was the sound of tearing fabric as Mr. X ripped the t-shirt open and exposed Carrie’s upper body to his lustful gaze.
Carrie’s eyes had barely focused by the time the tip of the knife touched her skin. Still, she knew she was in serious danger and his threat to make kill her slowly only terrified her worse. “Please, don’t do this.” She began to cry as she was pushed back onto the table on her back as she barely missed hitting her head on the side of the table. She didn’t even have time to lift her head back up before she heard the sound of tearing t-shirt fabric echo through the darkened kitchen followed by a disgusting laugh. “No! Please!” Carrie began to cry as she felt the cold air in the kitchen across her now exposed breasts as it was clear what this man was going to do to her.
Mr. X only felt his lust grow even more at hearing the beginning sobs of the woman who’s breasts he was looking upon. Carrie’s 36C cup breasts rose and fell as she began to breathe harder as his hands began to touch her around her stomach. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” He smirked as his hands cupped the sobbing woman under her breasts and her nipples became harder at the touch. “I have wanted to see and touch these for a long time, Carrie.” I smiled as he leaned down and licked her right nipple then stood back up while sliding his hand down to her waist. “And tonight, I get to do it.” He smirked as he ran his hand across her barely covered pubic mound, letting his thumb press into the red silk that covered her pussy. “Right here on your kitchen table – I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He laughed as he heard her moan before grabbed the sides of her panties and ripped them from her body.
Carrie wanted to fight him but she feared he would follow through with his threat to kill her. “Please. Don’t do this.” She whined as she felt his thumb press against her panty-covered pussy for a moment. She was too scared to move after he ripped her panties off with little effort and too scared to even scream when he grabbed her by the hair. “Please, don’t ra-” He words were silenced as her attacker shoved her torn panties into her mouth as she sobbed.
Mr. X laughed as he silenced Carrie with her own panties and had to admit to himself it was hotter than he thought it would be. His smile continued to grow in lustfulness as he spread the sobbing woman’s legs wide and pulled her towards him. Her pubic mound was shaved bare, freshly shaved no more than a day, as her pussy flowered open just as he pulled his cock out and let it lay across the bare skin of her mound for a moment. “I bet you’re nice and tight, aren’t you, Carrie.” He smiled as he placed the head of his cock at her pussy then pushed into her, a whined moan escaped her mouth around her gagging panties. “Already a lil wet, I see. Makes this easier…” He laughed then moaned as he pushed all the way into her as she tried to scream through her gag in protest.
Carrie began to cry harder as her attacker pushed his cock into her as her rape began. She sobbed out as she looked at the look of sexual joy on his face as he started to slowly pump in and out of her. She wanted to curse her attacker for what he was doing her, raping her in the kitchen where she and her husband ate. She was being assaulted on her very own dinner table and was powerless to stop him. Worst of all, her body was somehow enjoying what he was doing to her as he grabbed her breasts during one of his more powerful thrusts into her. She could feel her body tingling and she knew that was going to be the most humiliating part of it. She began to shake her head as if to tell herself not to let this happen. She could feel her breasts bruising as she was groped roughly as the rape continue and only made the impending orgasm build more as her body yearned for a release she didn’t want.
Mr. X moaned out as he thrust deep into Carrie’s body, his penis all the way inside the moaning and sobbing housewife as her eyes shot open wide. “Go ahead, bitch, cum like the whore…you are…” He smirked as he saw her shaking her head again and he knew she was almost over the edge. “Then I will make you, you little slut…” Mr. X laughed as he leaned back and made sure to pull almost all the way out of her before ramming back deep inside her causing her to squeal and begin to shake. Mr. X laughed as he knew it was time to make her do what she didn’t want to do. He grabbed her hips then repeated the long painful thrust into her and held himself inside her as she began to erupt. Her orgasm was so strong it actually pushed his cock out of her and he laughed as she continued to squirt towards him. “Such a little whore.”
Carrie found it hard to catch her breath between the strong orgasm and being gagged with her own panties as she erupted for a few more seconds. Her back stayed arched for a few more seconds before the collapsed back onto the table, not even noticing he had moved around the table and was now standing behind her head. Whether she had wanted it or not, her rapist had just given her the best orgasm of her life. No one – not even Doug – had made her cum like that as she tried to breathe and was thankful when he took her panties out of her mouth. It was only a brief reprise though. “No more…please…no…” She didn’t even get to catch her breath before he shoved his dick into her mouth. Carrie instantly began to gag, not only from the surprise of his member getting forced into her mouth and throat but from having to taste her own rape on his dick.
Mr. X moaned out as he forced himself in and out of Carrie’s mouth, her head tilted back and caught between the table and his body. As he continued to face-fuck the trapped woman, her arms and legs continued to struggle as he humped her head. “Damn, you pretty good at this part, bitch.” He smirked as he saw a rolling pin on the table beside Carrie’s slowly flailing body and quickly grabbed the preparation instrument. He lined it up with her still leaking pussy and laughed as he thrust into her mouth another deep time. “Let’s make this double the fun for you, you slut.” As he held his cock in her mouth, he pushed the handle deep into her already aching and wet pussy causing her to squeal around his dick.
Carrie squealed out in pain as she felt her pussy being invaded by the wooden handle of the rolling pin as she inhaled and gagged even more on her attacker’s dick. The pain racked through her lower body as Mr. X begin to rape her with both his dick and with the pin, her body being violated in a painful rhythm of invasion and pain. But, there was something humiliating mixed with that pain – a sick pleasure she didn’t know was in her. She was still trying to recover from being raped into climax as a second orgasm was building and it was approaching fast. Mentally, she begged her body not to give him but she was too weak to hold it back. Her only hope was he wouldn’t notice her eruption as it occurred just as he shot his load down her throat.
Mr. X moaned out as he felt himself begin to cum in Carrie’s mouth and throat, his orgasm which had built since the first time he saw her curvy body on television. “Fuck yea…swallow it all…bitch…” The more he came, the louder his moans got as he gagging forced her to swallow almost all his load. He smirked as he pulled out with a pop and the last of his load shot down onto her throat and breasts. He stepped back slightly to look at Carrie as she shook with the final seconds of her second powerful orgasm, the rolling pin falling out of her pussy and hitting the floor with a thud. “Wow, you are a bigger whore than I thought.”
Carrie laid there on the table shaking, her nude body jiggling for a moment from the second orgasm before finally becoming still on the table. She was humiliated by what had been done to her. Being stripped, raped and cumming twice before being forced to swallow much of the load her attacker had shot into her throat made her feel like the whorish piece of ass he basically called her. She was so weak she could barely lift her head up, much less force this sick man out of her house so she could do what she wanted – hide in a hole somewhere and wish this was a nightmare. “Get the fuck…outta here…you…sick asshole…” She moaned weakly as she felt him grab her by the hair and lift her up by the head.
Mr. X laughed as he knew only one thing remained for Carrie Herffernan in her kitchen that night before he was through. He leaned down towards her ear as she coughed up more of his seed. “Don’t worry, Carrie, I am almost through with you.” He reached down and grabbed her panties from her stomach where he had tossed them before orally raping her. “Just need to insure your silence about what I did to you tonight.” He laughed an evil laugh as he wrapped her panties around her throat and began to strangle her.
Carrie tried to scream as her panties were pulled tightly around her throat but found that she couldn’t – her air was cut off. She wanted to scream for him to stop and that he could do anything he wanted if this was what would happen. Weak from two orgasms and being raped multiple ways, she was far too weak to stop the inevitable from happening to her. Her arms flailed weakly at her sides as he was right behind her and she couldn’t reach him, her bare breasts jiggling as her struggles started to slow. She gasped and gasped but could not get any air as she reached up with her right hand to try to stop him from strangling her. As he pulled the panties tighter around Carrie’s throat, her hand slowly fell back to her sides. Her mind told her it was over – she was about to die. Right there on her kitchen table – where she had been raped – her rapist was going to be her killer. Her left hand made one last-ditch effort to stop the inevitable but it was useless. A few moments later, naked on her kitchen table and leaking cum from both her pussy and her mouth, Carrie Heffernan’s head slumped forward. Her body jerked and jiggled one last time as she died.
Mr. X laughed as he felt Carrie’s death rattle through his strangling position. “Should be fun to see what happens when someone finds you.” He slowly let her head down and it hung off the side of the table, her eyes staring out blankly. Mr. X smiled as he pulled her panties from around her neck then shoved them into her mouth, a final insult before he used the remote to leave for his next destination.
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