Rape

Having Trish for Dinner.

Trish’s eyes fluttered open. She was dazed and confused. The last thing she remembered was being at a party. What happened after that? She felt groggy, and her head hurt. Where was she? The only lighting in the room was a dim light swinging on the ceiling. It was dangling relatively low. In fact, if she stood on the tips of her toes, she might have been able to actually touch it with her fingertips.
“I need to stop drinking,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position and observed her surroundings. She found herself in a dark, gloomy room. The entire room was made of concrete, and it was dreadfully cold. There were no windows, and there was only one steel door in a corner.
“Let’s try this,” she sighed, walking over to the door.
To her dismay, the steel door was locked. She pounded on it. Hopefully, someone would hear her from the other side. She had no idea where she was. All she could remember was that she had been completely drunk. She must have passed out, but why was she here?
“Somebody help me!” she bawled in a desperate voice, pounding on the steel door again, “I am trapped in this room!”
Her pounding echoed. It was creepy in a way. She stopped pounding. It didn’t seem to be doing much good. She was not used to being ignored. She had never been in a situation where she did not get her way instantly. Her parents were very wealthy. She was perhaps the hottest, little, blonde girl in her high school. She was always dating and hanging with the popular guys.
She was a senior in high school and a relatively attractive young girl. She had curves that everyone noticed. Her ass was very thick, well-shaped, round, and plush. She never hesitated to swing it around as she walked, taunting every guy that saw her. Her skin was a slightly tan color. It was very smooth and soft. Her lips were well-formed and pouty, surrounded by full cheeks. Her thighs were also very thick and supple, and she did not bother showing them off as well with miniskirts. Her breasts were huge, large, and firm, and she always wore tight shirts so as to squeeze them together, causing any male that glanced at her cleavage to have an instant erection.
She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was way too cold in this gloomy room. She looked down and noticed that her attire had changed. At the party, she had been dressed in a pair of jeans and a ordinary shirt. She was now clad in a skimpy schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with a short plaid miniskirt that only covered one third of her round ass, lace panties, knee-high stockings, a button-down shirt, and a necktie. Her hair was also in pigtails.
“What the fuck?” she stammered, “Who the fuck dressed me in this?”
It wasn’t that she looked bad in this particular outfit. In fact, she looked rather hot in it. She just didn’t know who had put the clothes on her. The small shirt clenched her busty breasts together, the short skirt revealed her beautifully sculpted thighs, and the pigtails made her look all the more cute. Her curves were clearly outlined by the tight clothing.
“Somebody help me! Please!” she yelled, banging on the steel door.
The cold was beginning to get to her. She wrapped her arms around her body, squishing her breasts further together. Her soft skin felt numb, her teeth were chattering, and she felt as if she was freezing.
“Will somebody open this door!” she wailed at the top of her lungs.
As if to answer her, the door popped open, and two huge men in ski masks walked into the room. Before she could think of anything to say, Trish was forced face-first onto the ground. She struggled, but the men held her tight in the face-down position.
“What is this?” Trish screamed, “Let go of me! Where am I? Let me go!”
Her pleas were useless, and her struggling even more so. The two masked men had her arms pinned behind her back. The cold floor smothered Trish’s breasts, which were pinned very tightly against the concrete tiles. All she could do was kick her legs.
She watched as a third masked man entered the room. He was pushing a wheeled table in front of him. From her position on the floor, she could not tell what was on the table. It looked like one of the tables that doctors kept their utensils on. She struggled some more, but the two men held her in place.
Following the third masked man was an obese man in a detective’s coat. His entire body was covered by the huge coat, but his face was clearly visible. He was a rather ugly man. He had warts across his face, a giant nose with hairs sticking out of the nostrils, and crooked yellow teeth. His bald head gleamed in the dim light. He looked familiar to Trish for some odd reason.
“Tie her arms behind her back and her ankles together,” the ugly bald man ordered.
One of the masked men that was holding Trish down produced a long, thick piece of rope. He fastened Trish’s arms behind her back firmly and tightly. She squirmed around, but it was useless. The knots were tight. He brought her kicking legs to a forceful halt and tied the ankles together as well. Then, leaving some rope, the three men left. They locked the door behind them.
“Who are you?” Trish demanded, “Let me go!”
The ugly man cackled with a sinister grin. Trish tried to climb to her feet, but with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together, it was impossible. She just stayed in that position, face-first into the ground. Her nipples were beginning to feel extremely numb from the cold concrete floor.
“Who are you?” she yipped again, glaring up at the ugly man.
“My name is John McCoy,” the hideous man laughed, “And you are Trish Clover. I visited your school sometime back. I am a representative for Blankton University. You remember me now?”
At that instant, it all came rushing back to Trish. Blankton had been her dream school since she was a little girl. Of course, when a representative visited her high school, she was the first to ask questions. This man was the man that had visited her school. He had seemed very interested in her, asking her many questions.
“Did you ever wonder why a representative from one of the top schools in the nation would be so interested in a girl with such mediocre grades?” the old man laughed.
“Because,” Trish began.
“Surely, you did not think that Blankton actually wanted you,” John smirked, “We are ranked very high. Why would we want a girl with such a poor performance in school?”
Trish had not really thought about it. She had always wanted to go there. It was a little odd that such a prestigious school would be interested in a girl with her academic performance. John had seemed interested in her, but she had not really thought about why he had been.
“I just wanted to get your personal information,” John chuckled, “I wanted your name, your address, and so on. You know why?”
Trish was stunned and in disbelief.
“I wanted you!” he answered his own question, “You see, I am part of an exclusive club. It is for the people that are more wealthy than most. Basically, it is a club for rich people. You know what this club does?”
“I don’t care!” Trish cried, “Just let me go! Please! Let me go!”
“Our club is for rich people that are angry and need to get stress out in some way. We pay a monthly fee, and in return, we get to have innocent people trapped in these cold, concrete rooms,” he smiled, “And we get to torture them!”
Trish eyes lit up with horror.
“And for a higher price, we can pick the gender of our victim,” John grinned, “Some of the club members like to torture people to get anger out of their system. In which case, gender is not a big factor at all. I, on the other hand, like to torture young girls because it turns me on!”
“Don’t!” Trish cried, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”
“And for a higher price,” John continued to explain, “We get to select the victim’s age and race. For an even higher price, we get to pick a specific person. The moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you inside of this chamber. That outfit? It was my selection. You like my taste, sweetie?”
Tears streamed down Trish’s beautiful checks. She could not believe this was happening. What was going on here? This couldn’t be real. She struggled to get into a standing position. It was still impossible. Every time she made the slightest bit of progress, John pushed her back down with his foot.
“Don’t be afraid,” John whispered in a taunting voice, “I am only here to have some fun with you, Trish.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You will go to jail for this! Let me go! Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
“Hush, little baby,” John sang softly.
Her begs did not help her situation. In fact, those begs for mercy only turned the sick bastard on more. John’s cock was growing hard. Trish could clearly see the huge erection pushing outward on the detective’s coat. It was throbbing with intensity.
“Let me go!” Trish helplessly demanded, squirming on the ground.
John grabbed Trish by her right arm, pulling her into a standing position. He brought her body very close to his body with her back to him. Her ass sunk into his crotch. The warmth turned him on. She felt the bulk grow, pressing into her plush ass. She closed her eyes, hoping and praying that this was all just a bad dream.
“Oh, baby!” John moaned, “You are so fucking sexy.”
His left hand reached over her body, forcing its way between her fastened legs and grabbing her inner thigh. It felt so warm and inviting. He gripped it, squeezing it roughly. His right arm held her body close to his body by wrapping around her waist. She squirmed a bit, but there was very little she could do while tied up. He sunk his face into the side of her neck, inhaling heavily.
“You smell nice,” he moaned, “You know, Trish, most people like to muffle their victims. Most people like to gag them, tape their mouth shut, or do something to stop their screams. I don’t. I love your screams. Scream for me, bitch!”
His left hand slid up her thick thigh and underneath her white, lace panties. He gripped tightly on her pussy lips, scrunching her privates with his fist. Her eyes were still closed, and tears were pouring down her cheeks. She felt his hand twisting her pussy lips around, gripping and pinching the outer vagina. The tight grip of his fist hurt.
“Ouch! Stop it!” she screamed.
“Sweetie, you are bound and tied up in a concrete cell with a crazed rapist,” John whispered, “I’m going to hurt you. I am going to hang you up and whip you raw! No one will ever find you!”
His grip tightened on her pussy. He was twisting it harder than ever now. Pain ran through her body. She was in a helpless situation. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks. John chuckled and licked them from her face. He began kissing all over her neck. She felt his crotch grow in size, pushing against her thick bottom.
“Oh, it is time!” John sneered.
“Huh?” Trish exclaimed.
Before she knew it, John had spun her body around. She was now facing John. He was still holding her body close to his. His right arm wrapped around her small of her lower back, keeping her pushed against his body. His left hand reached around, rubbing one of her ass cheeks. It was so soft, so inviting. He squeezed it.
“It is time for you to dance for me, baby!” John cackled.
His left hand reluctantly let go of her ass. With his right arm still holding her body against his, he used his left hand to tighten her necktie. It choked her a bit, and she felt her throat’s air passage being cut short. He reached up to the low-hung light and tied the end of her necktie to the chain that the the light was hanging from, forcing her on her tip-toes.
“Oh, God!” Trish gasped.
Since the tie was attached to the ceiling, it pulled her head up in such a way that forced her to look directly into the bulb, which made her squint. Even on her tip-toes, it was hard for her to breathe.
“I want to see your sexy ass dance,” John laughed.
“What?” Trish yelped.
It was hard for her to talk with her throat’s air passage cut so short. She had to gasp for air, inhaling in gulps. She also couldn’t move anywhere. All she could do was slightly sway her body back and forth or right and left. Standing on her tip-toes really restricted her movement. It didn’t take long for Trish to discover what John meant when he said dance. John grabbed an item on the rolling table. It was a Cat-O-Nine-Tails whip. She could barely see it out of the corner of her eye, which was watering from looking directly into the light.
“No!” she screamed, “Please! Don’t!”
Paying no attention, John ripped off Trish’s white shirt. Buttons spilled across the floor. He threw the shirt at her feet, which were still on their tip toes and tied together. He ripped open her bra as well, revealing her well formed breasts. She shrieked. Calmly, he pulled her her skirt, panties, and knee high socks down to her ankles. She was completely naked. She felt so cold.
“Dance time!” John growled, standing back.
Crack! The nine-tailed whip cracked against her ass. John swung it around again. Crack! She screamed in pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all in vain. She could not even move! All she could do was scream. Crack!
“Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Visible red marks were spread across her soft, plush ass cheeks. Chuckling, John swung the whip again, this time on her big, beautiful breasts. Swat! She let out a cry of pain. The full breasts jiggled as they were smacked. She could do nothing about it. All she could do was sway back and forth, crying to herself. Swat!
“No! Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Swat! John paused for a second. He walked close to Trish again. He bent down and began to lick the tip of her right breast. His tongue swirled around the nipple. He then began to suck on the tit, wrapping his lips around the upright perk. She struggled, but it did no good. Suddenly, she felt his teeth clench onto her tit. She screamed in pain.
“Yummy! I’m going to bite your cute little tits off, you cunt!” John hissed between his teeth.
The grip of his teeth on her tit was unbearable. She let out another cry and another scream. She begged and pleaded, but the clenching of his teeth only got harder. Was he really going to bite it off? She felt his teeth pulling on it. The flesh around her tit stretched out. Yet again, she screamed. The teeth tightened. He swung his head around, stretching the breast out more.
“Ouch!” Trish screamed, “Stop! Please! Stop! It hurts!”
His teeth let go, and she let out a sigh of relief. The tit must have swollen at least twice its original size from the harsh treatment it had endured. It was still very difficult for her to breathe, and her feet were beginning to cramp from being on the tip-toes for so long. John’s palm rubbed her swollen breast, caressing it softly.
“Please,” Trish begged, “No more.”
John stepped back again, and swung the whip. Smack! The nine tails assaulted her breasts again. Swat! They whipped her ass cheeks. She swayed around, but it did no good. Crack! They cracked against her butt cheeks again. Swat! Yet another smack on the butt. The nine tails really hurt. Every strike was followed by her sexy scream. Slap! That one was on her breasts. Smack! That one swatted her belly.
“Ouch!” she cried.
John grabbed her by her pigtails with his right hand, pulling her body towards him. He clenched his teeth onto her right breast again. She shrieked. Not again!
“No!” she screamed, “Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!”
“Oh, scream, you cunt!” John hissed, letting go of the grip his teeth had on her breast.
He stepped back. Swat! Another time across her ass. Her back arched, and she cringed in utter pain. He walked in front of her and swung the whip again. Crack! It smacked her across her belly. She could not take it. It hurt so bad. She struggled, and she felt the tie gripping her throat.
“Ouch!” she whimpered, “Stop! Please! Ouch!”
“Oh, yeah!” John cackled, “Scream!”
Crack! Across her belly again. The pain shot through her body. She was helpless. He walked behind her and swung the whip. Slap! The nine tails stung as they whipped across the back of her thighs. Swat! Each tail left a throbbing red streak on her skin.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Trish shrilled.
John dropped the whip and walked up to her again. Face to face, he reached his hands around her, hugging her closely. She was still on her tip toes, still looking up at the light. He pushed her plush and supple body against his. She was so warm! He pinched her swollen right breast. She closed her eyes, ready for another bite. However, this time, he did not bite down on it. He loosened his pinch and began rubbing it with his palm. He squished it, squeezed it, and slapped it around.
“Yes!” John whispered, “Nice! Just as soft and cushiony as I dreamed you would be! Oh, yes! I’ve been planning this for such a long time, Trish!”
“Please,” Trish whimpered, “Don’t.”
“Now,” John chuckled, “You get fucked!”
He let her body go for a bit. She was gagging on the choking grip of the necktie. He reached on the rolling table and took a big knife. She shrieked. He brought the knife up, and to Trish’s disbelief, cut the necktie. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. She could breathe!
“Open your legs, bitch!” John commanded, holding the knife in a menacing way, “Open them up, sweetie, or I will slice off your swollen breast!”
“I can’t!” Trish cried, “You tied my ankles together!”
“Bitch, don’t get an attitude!” John yelled, “I know you can open your knees up! Open your fucking knees, baby, and let me slide in between your legs. I am going to fuck you!”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You aren’t fucking me!”
Angered, John grabbed Trish by the neck. He choked her and lifted her into a standing position. He spun her around so that her back was to him. Again, his right arm wrapped around her waist so as to grip her body close to his body. She struggled, but since she was tied up, it did no good. His left hand, which held the knife, went to her throat. He ran the dull side of the knife across her neck.
“You are going to open up,” John smiled.
He put the knife back onto the wheeled table. Trish’s body squirmed around, but John kept her mushed close to him with his right arm still around her waist. She felt his large cock push against her ass cheek through his detective’s coat. She whimpered. He grabbed an electric device, which was no larger than a television remote control, from the wheeled table.
“You know, Trish,” John whispered, “You should have listened, honey. This thing is used for unruly cattle and animals.”
Trish could see two pointy tips at the top of the device. John clicked a button on the small device. There were three levels of voltage on the device – low, medium, and high. He turned it onto medium. An electric current sparked from one tip to the other. It gleamed in the air with a weird zapping noise. The electric current flowed across the tips. She shrunk back in fear and trepidation. That line of electricity looked frightening.
“It is used to electrically shock them when they aren’t doing what they’re told,” John snickered, “You are my pet, and you aren’t doing what your told, baby. I have no choice.”
He turned off the device, moved it down to her pussy, and let the two tips touch her pussy lips, cramming it between her tightly fastened thighs. He shoved the device deep into her pussy. He snickered. She was scared now, and he could tell. She was going to open her legs for him. He already knew he had won.
“No! Don’t turn it on!” Trish gasped, “Please! Help me! God! No! Not There!”
“Ready to open those legs?” John asked.
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Please!” Trish pleaded.
“Well, nothing assures me more than a little voltage up your pussy!” Johns hissed, “Here we go!”
“Please! No! I’ll do anything! I’ll do everything you want me to do!” Trish pleaded, “I will open my legs! I will suck your cock! You can fuck me! Anything! Just don’t shock me! Please! Don’t shock me! Please! Don’t!”
John’s right arm gripped her body tighter than ever now. He was holding her tightly against his body. He could feel her squirming, he could sense her fear, and he loved every single perverted second of it. He smiled. He loved letting girls think that he was going to let them off the hook.
“Well, baby,” John hesitated, “That was pretty convincing, but I still want to shock you!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
His right hand grabbed a handful of blonde hair, bringing her head backwards next to his. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. His left hand kept the device crammed deep into her pussy. He turned it on medium. Bzzt! The electric shock ran into her beautiful body, causing her to jolt. Her eyes widened.
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yeeek!”
“Just so we understand each other,” John whispered.
The current kept flowing through her body, causing her to squirm ferociously. John adjusted the current from medium to high. The jolt shot up through Trish’s body harder. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was ajar. She was screaming for her life. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and it made John all the more horny. High voltage ran through her sexy little core.
“Yaaa-ouch!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, “Oh God! Eeaahh! Stop! Aaah! No! Aaah!”
“If you live through this, sweetheart, I am going to fuck you!” John whispered.
His left hand buried the device deeper into the blonde beauty’s pussy. She screamed, and tears rolled down her pouty cheeks. Why hadn’t she just opened her damn legs? Why did she have to be so stubborn? She regretted refusing to open up for this pervert. Things had gone from bad to worse. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Her pussy was being damaged. Smoke began flowing into her nostrils from her burning pussy.
“You’re cooking!” John giggled, “Are you ready to fuck, baby?”
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yes! Just get that thing out of my bod-eeaahh! Aaah! Yaaa-uuuh! Uuuh!”
John stuffed the device in as deep as it could go for one last moment. Trish cried out in pure agony. John then turned off the electricity. Trish nearly fainted. The electricity had been painful. John let her body fall to the floor. She felt jittery. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire. Smoke was coming out of the lips, and the entire crotch area seemed burnt and cooked.
“That was hot,” John chuckled, “Literally.”
Trish cried, lying on the floor face-up. Without even being asked to, she opened her knees up, revealing her cooked pussy. John smiled. He was basking in the glory of what he had done to this poor, innocent girl. He had ruined her! Her pussy was damaged beyond repair, and he was proud of it. She had become his sick work of art. He was an artist!
“It smells like steak,” John licked his lips.
“My legs are open,” Trish sobbed, “Do what you want. You win. I will fuck.”
“Oh, Trish,” John smiled, “Have you lost all hope? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. Your pussy is entirely too burnt for me to fuck. My dick only goes into places that are fresh and raw.”
“So you aren’t going to fuck me?” Trish asked, somewhat confused.
“Oh, I still will, baby. Don’t worry about that. I will fuck you in your sweet asshole. Besides, I am aware of the fact that some guys have fucked your pussy already,” John laughed, “I will, however, be the first to take your ass!”
Trish shuttered at the thought. She had never been fucked in her ass. Many of her boyfriends had fucked her, but none of them in her ass. That had always been her requirement. That was her stipulation with sex. She had promised herself that she would never ever take it in the ass.
“But don’t bother turning over,” John smiled, “I still have some use for your wide open legs.”
“What are you going to do?” Trish asked, someone intimidated.
John chuckled, but did not answer the question. He grabbed something from the rolling table, but Trish could not see what it was. He stuffed it into his coat pocket. Trish did not know what was going on. She decided not to resist. If she resisted, that electric shocker might come back. What if his plans were worse than the shocker? Not likely. Nothing could be worse than that form of heartless torture.
She allowed John to crawl into the loop that was formed by her open knees and her tied ankles. She was now underneath him, but her legs were straddling his body. She discovered that it was now impossible for her legs to close because his body was blocking her knees. Her vagina was now clearly accessible to this pervert. She didn’t care. There wasn’t much more damage he could to do it anyways.
“Good girl,” John smiled, “You’ve learned.”
“Just,” Trish sobbed, “Just do what you want and be done. I can’t stop you.”
John nodded with a sinister grin. He then produced the object Trish had not been able to see from his coat pocket. It was the big knife he had used to cut the tie earlier in the session. He held it in his left hand. She was a bit scared. What was this crazy maniac going to do now?
“What’s that for?” Trish whimpered.
“Well,” John snickered, “I thought since your pussy smelled so much like steak, perhaps it tastes like steak.”
“Then lick it and see,” Trish retorted.
“Oh, no, no, no,” John crowed, “I plan on eating it like a real steak. I plan on cutting your pussy out of your body! Cut the entire area out and eat it like a steak! Yummy!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
This would be even worse than that extremely painful electric device. He was actually going to cut a portion of her lovely body off and eat it! He was a cannibal! She struggled around, but it really did no good. She could not hide her pussy from this gross man. John sat up. Trish was lying in front of him, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her knees were wide open. He could cut off the entire area in one circular slice. It smelled cooked and ready to be devoured by his watering mouth. He panted at the thought of it. Then he remembered something.
“Trish,” John whispered.
Using his right hand to grab a fist full of hair, he pulled her body into a sitting position so that she was face to face with him. Trish felt her hands begin to go numb. They had been tied behind her back for such a long time, and those knots had been fastened in a very tight fashion. The ropes were cutting off blood circulation to her hands.
“Do you remember,” John inquired, “When I came to visit your school?”
“Yes,” Trish moaned, “It was the happiest day of my life. I didn’t know it would lead to this.”
“Well,” John smiled, “I will give you a choice. If you answer my question, I will not cut off and devour your cooked pussy. Deal?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” Trish stuttered.
“When I went to visit you that day, there was this other girl that you were hanging around before you came and talked to me,” John recalled, “Who was she?”
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Trish grunted.
The day John had visited the school as a representative, he had seen Trish mingling with another girl. She wasn’t as hot as Trish. However, the girl was rather cute. John had not bothered stalking her because he had been too obsessed with Trish at the time. However, now that he had Trish to himself, he was a little curious about Trish’s little friend.
“Sure, you do,” John threatened, running the tip of the knife in a circle around Trish’s beloved pussy, “She shorter than you. She was also blonde. She had very thick ass. She was a very cute, young lady. She was obviously not as gorgeous as you, but she was very attractive. Ring a bell?”
“I don’t kn…”
The knife pressed deeper into her flesh. If John pressed any harder, it would puncture the skin. She gasped. She did not want to give this pervert the chance to hurt her friend, but she also did not want her pussy to be cut out of her body. The knife threateningly made its way in a circular motion around her pussy.
“Okay!” Trish exclaimed, “Her name was Katie.”
“Katie what?” John demanded.
“Katie Mae,” Trish sobbed, “Don’t cut out my pussy.”
“Is she a senior like you?” asked John, still pressing the knife hard on her pussy’s surrounding flesh.
“No,” Trish sobbed, feeling helpless traitorous to her friend.
“Well, what grade is she in?” asked John with a menacing tone.
“She is a freshman in high school,” Trish cried, “Don’t hurt her. She’s only a freshman.”
“Underage pussy,” John cackled, “I like the idea.”
“Please,” Trish begged, “I told you what you want. Please don’t cut my pussy out of my body.”
“I did promise that I wouldn’t,” John said, letting Trish’s hair go.
Trish fell into a lying position again. The ugly man was still sitting in between her legs. She had betrayed her friend. She felt horrible. She was a traitor! How could she do this to her friend? However, she had saved her pussy from being removed and eaten, or so she thought.
“The thing is,” John chuckled, still running the tip of the blade around Trish’s cooked pussy, “I lie a lot.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You promised!”
The knife sunk into the skin around her pussy, cutting a circle around the cooked portion. She screamed in complete and utter pain. She squirmed harder than she had ever squirmed in her life, but it was all in vain! After a few times of cutting around the burnt pussy, John tore it out of her crotch area with his left hand.
“Aaahhh!” Trish let out an agonizing scream.
“Yes!” John roared, holding to pussy up victoriously.
Blood spurted from the hole that he had created between her thick, supple thighs. Red liquid rolled down his arm as he lifted the pussy high into the air. Trish kept screaming. Blood was everywhere! The area between her legs, which was once cursed with a burning sensation, was now completely throbbing in pain. He had completely detached the pussy lips, the hole, the vagina, and the clitoris from Trish’s body. Between her lovely legs now was just a bloody mess.
John moved the pussy to his mouth. He ferociously took a bite out of the clitoris part. It was chewy, juicy, and tasty. It was better than steak. He took another bite of the delicious meat. He loved it. She was the tastiest piece of meat that he had ever eaten. After completing about half of it, he looked down at Trish’s crying face.
“Want a bite?” he asked.
“You disgust me!” Trish screamed.
“You need to eat,” John laughed, “Open wide!”
Trish refused to open her mouth. Aggravated, John pushed his left hand, which held the leftover cooked meat to her face. She refused to open her mouth. She was determined not to eat herself. Besides, he couldn’t threaten her anymore. She knew that if she did what he said, he would still hurt her anyways.
“Oh, so you want me to force it in, baby?” he asked.
Trish mouth simply refused to open. He continued pushing the piece of meat into her face, but it was going nowhere. She would not open her jaws. She was entirely too stubborn. John would have to find a new way of doing this. He was quite angry at this point.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, honey,” John huffed, “But you made me!”
With his left hand still smearing the pussy on Trish’s lip, he grabbed the knife with his right hand. Trish’s eyes lit up wide with fright. He jammed the knife into the bloody mess between Trish’s legs, twisting it around. Blood splattered everywhere, and Trish screamed on instinct. Upon Trish’s mouth opening, John shoved the rest of her pussy into her mouth. He then swiftly used his now free left hand to block her mouth, so she could not spit out the meaty flesh.
“Chew and swallow, bitch!” John commanded.
Trish’s jaw refused to move. John’s left hand continue to block the cooked meat from coming out. Trish was disgusted by the fact that her own privates were now in her mouth. She was tasting it with her own tongue. It was disgusting. She was completely appalled.
“We don’t waste food, bitch!” John screamed.
His right hand stabbed Trish’s demolished crotch with the knife again. Blood squirted out. She cried out, but it was muffled from the hand and pussy meat blocking her mouth. She sobbed. Tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks. She was doomed. The stab came again. She jolted in pain.
“Chew and swallow!” John demanded.
Reluctantly, Trish began chewing. As she chewed, blood rushed into her mouth. Weeping and crying, she chewed up her own pussy and swallowed it with a large gulp. John removed his hand, pleased with what he had accomplished. Trish glared up at him with hateful eyes. For fun, John gave her crotch area another stab. Blood squirted out again. Trish wailed. This time, John stabbed deeper, causing blood to squirt higher and onto his face.
“My dream has come true,” John giggled, “To bath in the blood of my baby.”
“I am not your baby!” Trish screamed.
John chuckled and stood up. He stepped out of the loop that was formed by Trish’s legs. Instantly, Trish shut her legs. She was not about to let this pervert do anything else to her sexy body if she could help it. He had already ruined so much.
“Close those legs up tight, honey,” John snickered, “There’s nothing to protect between them anymore. I already took the prize, sweetie.”
John was so proud of himself. This had been his best session ever! Never had he tortured a girl to this extent. Trish was perfect, and he had tortured her in almost every possible way. He was a sick pervert, and he was beaming with pride. He looked down at his work of art. It was beautiful. He turned her body over. There was no need for those pretty legs to be open now. He could fuck her ass with of without the legs being open. In fact, the contracted form of the asshole when the legs were closed would make for a better anal invasion. She squirmed as he held her.
“Get your hands off of me!” she yelped.
John didn’t pay any attention to the demand. He ripped off his detective’s coat, revealing his entire body. Trish was completely revolted. His belly was very fat, his chest drooped, and his large cock had random moles and hairs on it. He looked disgusting.
“Ugh!” Trish expressed her disgust.
A little angered by this expression, John got on all-fours. Trish lay face-down beneath him, arms tied behind her back and legs tightly shut. He shifted into a kneeling position. He then pulled Trish up by her pigtails into a kneeling position in front of him. He smothered his cock with her backside. He placed his head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of the bitch. He licked her ear.
“We’re going to see if your tight, little, teen, virgin asshole can take my entire twelve inch cock!” John whispered into her ear, “I didn’t put any lubricant on it, so I can just rip it into you dry!”
“No!” she screamed, “No! Please don’t! Not in my ass! Haven’t you done enough? God! No! Please!”
He let his cock feel the warmth of her buns. He sunk in cock into the plush ass cheeks. Oh, it was so warm and inviting. He slipped his cock to the tiny asshole. It was very, very small. He tried to shove it in. It was too small and tense. She was tensing it.
“Oh, that’s right, sweetie buns,” John said happily, “Tighten that ass! Fight it, cunt! Make me force it in!”
John’s two arms wrapped Trish body, pulling her very close to her. His left arm was fastened around her waistline, while his right arm gripped her neck. There was no escape for her. She was about to suffer a major anal fucking session. She cried out in pain. John’s cock broke through the tight barrier and sunk into the constricting hole.
“Come here, pussy!” John hissed, using his arms to shove her body deeper into his.
“Ouch!” she cried out.
The cock forced its way into her asshole. She felt pain jolt through her body. She was helpless. All she could do was squirm, and the squirming actually turned the pervert on more and more. She still continued to squirm. The cock was tearing her ass up. Pain shot through her body.
“No! Please! Ouch!” screamed Trish, “No! Ouch!”
Her whining, her complaining, and her pleads did not help her at all. The cock began going deeper and deeper. It was only about one forth of the way in, but she already felt like she was in hell. John tensed his cock more, forcing it in deeper.
“Take it, bitch!” He grunted, “Only nine more inches to go, cunt!”
“Ouch! Please! Ouch!” Trish squirmed.
“Keep squirming, bitch! Yes! Oh, yes, bitch! Squeeze that asshole!” John moaned, “I want to force it into you! I want to rip your asshole apart!”
Her asshole began to tear open. She felt so helpless. The edges of the hole began stretching more and more. She closed her eyes, praying to God. There was nothing else she could do. John forced it in harder. Suddenly, the asshole ripped. The edges of the hole gave way and split into a large slit, allowing the cock the slide in easily. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. The ripped asshole was emitting internal blood, coating John’s cock with bloody bliss.
“You are my fuck doll, now! Mine!” John screamed in joy, shoving his cock harshly in and out of the destroyed bloody asshole.
“Ugh,” Trish moaned, becoming limp.
She had given up trying to resist. Her asshole had been ripped apart and torn to shreds by John’s massive cock. There was no hope in keeping anything out. All twelve inches of pure sexual pain pushed in and out of her asshole. Blood was trickling down her thighs. She was squirming, rubbing her fastened legs together and spreading the blood across her inner thighs.
“Oh, yes!” John gasped.
His right arm moved down to her right tit, the one that had previously been toyed with by his teeth. He pinched it really had with thumb and forefinger, causing more pain to the poor, little girl. She shrieked, she cried, she begged, and she screamed. All of this only made John’s massive cock throb harder. It pulsed rapidly in her asshole.
“Oh, yes! Scream for me! Uh! Scream!” he yelled.
With his right hand still pinching on Trish’s swollen nipple, his left arm clutched her head. He wadded a mass of blonde hair into his fist and pulled her head back, making lip to lip contact with her mouth. He continued to brutally pump in her asshole as his tongue probed her mouth. After a minute or two of tonguing, he let go of the lip lock.
“Scream!” he cried out, shoving his cock deeper into her bloody asshole.
“Ouch!” she cried helplessly.
“Yes! Scream! Make me cum hard into your asshole, bitch!” he bellowed, “I am cumming!”
He gripped her head tightly with his left hand, pulling it back hard. His right hand was no longer pinching her tit. It was now twisting it in a painful circle, nearly an entire way around. He exploded into her injured asshole. Warm sticky liquid filled up the damaged slit. She wept. There was nothing pure about her anymore. She had been manhandled and beaten by this monster. Now, she had been anally raped. She was hopeless and helpless.
John let go of Trish, and she fell to the concrete floor. Blood was leaking all over the floor. Her pussy had been demolished, and half of it was inside her own digestive system. She was lying in a puddle of her own blood. She was face first on the floor, soaked with her own blood.
“I own you, bitch!” John stated, climbing to his feet.
Trish rolled over in the puddle so she was face up. She looked up at the man that had fucked her, stolen her pride, and destroyed her sweet body. She had given up. There was no hope. She sniffled. John smiled at her. She was so beautiful, lying soaked in blood. She belonged to him, and she had accepted it.
“Who is your fucking owner, cunt?” John asked.
“You,” she cried.
John knelt down beside his artwork. She was crying. A place in his heart felt a little pity for her, but the horny side of his mind was far stronger. His hand clasped her inner thigh. She didn’t even bother pinning her legs together to try to hinder his efforts. He began squeezed the inner thigh tightly and roughly.
“So thick,” he commented.
He wasn’t done. He picked the knife up from the floor. She knew what was coming, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. She had completely used up her energy struggling and squirming around helplessly. She was out of breath. She couldn’t even scream.
“No more,” she moaned and pleaded, “Please, no more.”
That was all she could do. She could only moan in a weak tone. Of course, this did not stop John by any means. He jabbed the knife into her left inner thigh. She let out a moan, but that was it. Blood spilled out. He continued to stab her soft, thick, and supple thigh. After there were about five or six stab wounds, he bent his head down to her thigh.
“Don’t,” Trish groaned, “Don’t.”
Her weak voice did nothing. John mushed his face into the wounded thigh, opening his mouth wide. He began to bite chunks of the thick, supple flesh off. He was eating her. Her thigh tasted really good. The thickness, the suppleness, and the juiciness. Blood was everywhere. He kept biting and chewing. She tasted so good.
“Ouch!” she would wince between the bites, too weak to do anything else.
“Good girl,” John would reply, biting away at her flesh, “Very good girl.”
After he ate a decent amount of her inner thigh, he turned her body around. He was met with little resistance. He plunged the knife into her left hindquarter and dragged the blade down, ripping open her thick, upper leg. He was destroying her left leg. She had learned who was boss, and now the boss was having his feast.
He reached his hand into the large cut he had made into her leg, soaking his fingers in her blood. She moaned in pain. He leaned down and began to eat away chunks of her flesh from the back of her thick upper hind leg. Too weak to fight, she let him have his way. He feasted on that portion of her meaty leg for quite some time. It was so thick and juicy.
After he had finished devouring a majority of the meat on her upper left leg, he turned her body over, so she was face up. He looked into her eyes, her sad weak eyes. She was the prettiest thing that God had ever created, and he had completely destroyed her. Her face was so beautiful. He locked lips with her, running his tongue through her mouth. The kiss lasted for a long, long time.
“I love you,” John whispered to her, unlocking lips with her, “I love you, Trish. I want you to know that I really do love you.”
“Then why did you do this to me?” Trish cried, “Why?”
John’s hand went to Trish’s left breast, the one that had not been bitten and tampered with. It was so soft and so well formed. He squished it in his fingers. She cried, knowing what was to come. She knew what he was going to do. She whimpered, knowing she could not prevent it.
“Please,” she pleaded helplessly, “You have misused and abused every part of my body. Leave that breast. Please leave that breast.”
“I am sorry, my love,” John grunted.
He lifted the knife and began to saw off her left breast. She cried out in pain. He cut the entire hunk of breast meat off of her chest. Blood rushed out of the large round wound that he had created. She cried in utter agony. He took a huge bite out of the tan flab of breast flesh. It tasted delicious. He took another large bite.
“You taste so good, sweetie,” John slurped in between bites.
He gobbled up the breast. He turned her body over again, so she was face down on the floor. She didn’t care anymore. She was bathing in a puddle of her own blood. This sick pervert had stolen everything from her. She had nothing else to lose.
“Baby,” John whispered, “I haven’t been that cruel to you. I only ate one leg, you pussy, and one breast. I left you one leg and one breast.”
“You are sick,” Trish whimpered.
“Yes,” John nodded, “I am, but I still love you. I just wanted you to know that you have given the the most pleasing torture session out of all of my sessions. I love you.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. With that, he stood up and walked to the steel door. He knocked on it, and the door opened. One of the men in ski masks entered with a gun in his hand.
“I’m finished,” John nodded to the man, “The next one I want is Katie Mae, freshman at the local high school.”
The man with the mask lifted the gun. Fear ran through Trish’s damaged body. She screamed.
“No!” Trish screamed.
“This is for the best, my love,” John whispered, blowing her a kiss, “Bye bye.”

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Rape in The Subway Station

An attractive older business woman in New York only wants to return to her expensive hotel room, it is almost midnight. She is tired from a grueling meeting, and do to her inattention has gotten on the wrong subway train!

Tristan

Hot rape scene, if you dont want to read The scenes before sex just skip down to sex. Appreciate all comments, especially the ones with your thoughts abou writing style.

The Murder of Dawn Priestly

A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Sam’s weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent.
Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather.
He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had never truly felt. Sam was pushing thirty-five and had yet to find a woman that would make him truly happy. He was certainly attractive enough, and had the wit and charm to win over the heart of a young woman if he put his best face forward, but Sam wanted something else from the woman he wanted. Something he knew he shouldn’t have.
The yipping of the light brown Yorkshire terrier interrupted his train of thought. The energetic young pup scampered left and right, twisting its leash around the legs of its master. Sam would have tried to ignore the incessant noise had his gaze not fallen upon the owner of the boisterous pup.
She looked about twenty-three, with shoulder-length auburn brown hair, and sweet, sparkling hazel eyes. She was dressed in a blue overcoat with black buttons fastened tightly around her slim figure.
Sam smiled as he watched her struggle to untangle the leash from around her legs. She appeared to be losing her balance, as she twisted her body about, all while keeping her feet mounted on a pair of black high heels.
After finally untangling herself, the dog raced down the pathway, prompting its attractive owner to tighten her grip on its leash.
Sam tried to remain incognito, keeping his face concealed behind his newspaper, but as the woman and her dog advanced down the asphalt pathway in his direction, it became very apparent Sam’s presence would not go unnoticed.
Although the young woman made an effort to restrain the energetic animal, soon the dog was at Sam’s ankles yipping vigorously.
“Snuffy! Snuffy! Get back here!” the young woman hissed, but the dog was persistent.
Sam lowered his newspaper and let his gaze meet the young woman’s eyes.
“Sorry,” the woman said sweetly. Her smile was broad and beautiful. Sam could not take his eyes off her. “He’s just saying hi.”
Sam had experienced many run-ins with dogs an their masters in his life, and found ‘he’s just saying hi,’ ranked right up with ’he won’t bite’ and ‘he’s just being friendly’ as the most common expression uttered by dog owners upon meeting strangers.
Sam elected to ignore the cliched greeting and instead address the opportunity that was now knocking.
Sam bent down and scratched the young pup behind its ears.
“Nice doggy,” Sam petted the dogs’ fur for several seconds before looking up at the face of the beautiful woman holding its leash.
“How old is he?” Sam asked.
“Picked him up at the shelter three years ago when he was a newborn,” the woman said. “Been my best buddy ever since. He’s my guard dog.”
She laughed.
“Yeah, I’d feel safer with this fearsome little fella watching over my place,” Sam said.
Sam growled playfully, prompting laughter from the young woman.
“I’m Dawn Priestly,” the woman said, extending her hand.
“Sam Bess,” Sam replied, taking her hand. Her skin was warm and soft. As the wind shifted once again, Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he smelled the aroma of her perfume.
“I’ve seen you here before,” Sam said. “You live around here?”
“Yup. I live in the apartments just across the street from Cider Lake,” Dawn said. “Been there three years, ever since I got little Snuffy here. My old place didn’t allow pets.”
“Quite a hike for you, isn’t it?” Sam asked. “That’s a couple blocks away.”
“I like the exercise,” Dawn said. “Helps me stay in shape.”
Sam could not deny that. Even through her coat Sam could tell Dawn had a fantastic body. Dawn looked at her watch and then back at Sam.
“Almost Five. I have to get going. Well it was really nice meeting you Sam,” Dawn said. “I hope I we’ll come across each other again soon!”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Sam said.
“Come on, Snuffy!” Dawn said as she tugged onto the dog’s leash, and they took off down the pathway. Sam watched as she walked away. She had a nice ass, Sam noted, and also a fine pair of legs. She must have been wearing a skirt under her coat, because her legs were bare. Sam kept his eyes fixated upon her until she and her dog were completely out of sight.
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“Dawn Priestly.”
Sam entered her name in the Google search bar as soon as he got home. To his disappointment, nothing promising came up. Sam took a sip of his beer, and set it aside. There had to be a way to find her. Something about Dawn Priestly captured Sam’s interest. Sam wasn’t sure if it was simply her beauty, her smile, or the way she laughed, but ever since his encounter with her in the park Sam had been dying to find out more about her. He wanted her.
Sam shifted through several articles, none of which seemed to pertain to the Dawn Priestly whom he was seeking.
“Jim Priestly and Dawn Meadows…”
“Roger Priestly’s Greatest Hits posted by user Dawn…”
“Christine Priestly’s MyPlace page Comments by Dawn Robinson…”
None of the hits seemed relevant. Although one did give him an idea.
“MyPlace,” Sam said to himself.
Sam was not altogether familiar with the social networking site popular among young people, but he had heard of it.
Sam typed “MyPlace.com” into the address bar and after being overwhelmed by annoying ads and popups, decided this may be a good place to start searching.
“Dawn Priestly” did not uncover any relevant results from a brief MyPlace search, but Sam knew there was a chance Dawn would not include her last name on her profile. The problem was, typing simply “Dawn” uncovered far too many results.
Sam let out a sigh and took another sip of beer. Maybe Dawn was like him. Maybe she was not “plugged in” to the trendy young, youth-oriented fads of today.
No, Sam thought. She is young; she is pretty, and likely popular. Sam was convinced Dawn was somewhere on this site. He just had to search more. A thought came to his mind.
He typed in “Dawn Snuffy” into the search bar, and lo and behold, a familiar set of hazel eyes stared back at him from his computer screen.
“Dawn Age 23, Location: Grand Blanc, MI, “pics of me and Snuffy at the Fourth of…”
“Bingo,” Sam said to himself.
Her profile was decorated pink with flying stars and hearts. A song by some popular male crooner played upon opening her profile, which Sam immediately shut off.
Sam spent the next hour reading Dawn’s profile up and down. He admired all of her pictures, although he was disappointed that none of the pictures showed her in the nude. She did include one photo of herself in a bikini, but only from the waist up. She was pictured with two of her friends, all her smiling and holding drinks. Of the three of them, Dawn had the nicest tits, Sam thought.
Sam stared lustfully at Dawn’s ample cleavage, and inserted his hand into his pants and began to play with his privates. As he became more and more aroused, Sam found himself typing another address into the search bar: “www.womeninpain.com,” Sam’s favorite pornography site. Sam found himself tantalized by the graphic images of naked women being tortured by masked men. He entered his personal password and opened a video depicting a young brunette, chained to a wall, and two men with hooks taking turns cutting the flesh from her naked body.
Sam put on a set of headphones and turned the volume up high to hear her screams. He used to play videos from this site on his speakers but the neighbors in the apartment next to his complained and filed a police report.
Sam watched as the men in the video ripped the woman’s throat out and her blood spilled onto their hooks. Sam climaxed as he watched the helpless woman take one last breath and collapse.
After Sam wiped up his mess, he clicked the back button back to Dawn Priestly’s MyPlace page. As Sam stared back at Dawn’s picture, her sparkling eyes and bright smile beaming at him, he couldn’t help but smile back.
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Sam had been lying awake in bed for three hours when he decided he was going to murder Dawn Priestly. It was not a simple decision for him. He had never taken the life of a human being before, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to now. Having met her only hours earlier, Sam realized his feelings for her were so strong he was prepared to make the biggest decision of his or her lives.
He wasn’t sure how or when. Her MyPlace page said her birthday was December 29. Sam decided he would set that as his deadline, so he would have to find a way to kill her before then. As for how, he would need time to think. He didn‘t want her to suffer too much, but a little. He wanted to enjoy it, so she would need to be put under a bit of pain before he did her in. Sam imagined the grisly scenes he had witnessed at womeninpain.com, but Sam was not ready to commit an atrocity such as those. He didn’t feel he was ready. Sam decided Dawn’s death would need to be simple. A little sex, a little torture, and then he would end it. Nothing too complicated. No chickening out, Sam told himself, he was going through with this and there was no turning back. Sam had made up his mind, and the planning for Dawn Priestly’s murder was underway.
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Sam awoke early the next morning and began to write up a plan and a list of items he would need. Cuffs, he would need a way to restrain her. A weapon, preferably a handgun, mainly to coerce her into cooperating with him, not necessarily to finish her off. Knives of course, or other instruments to cause pain. He would also need a way to dispose of her body when he was finished, somewhere it would never be found. This one was tricky. Sam did not realize planning a murder would take so much work. December 29 was only three months away, and Sam began to wonder if that would be enough time. Sam realized he would need to start watching her. He would have to track her down, familiarize himself with her daily habits, find out where she went, and when. Sam would have to develop an acute understanding of every layer of Dawn Priestly’s life if he ever intended to claim it as his own. Sam shut his notebook, put on his coat, and decided to take a walk in the park.
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Jaime Evans stopped at Dawn Priestly’s cubicle as she waited for her to get off the phone. Dawn smiled and held up her index finger, mouthing the words “one moment.”
“Yes, I can have that ready for you,” Dawn said. “Should take no time at all. Thank you.”
Dawn hung up the phone, and looked up at Jaime.
“Yes, Jaime?” Dawn said.
“I looked over our progress, and, well, it looks like we might not have the Johnston Report done in time,” Jaime said.
Dawn turned her chair in Jaime’s direction.
“Okay,” Dawn said. “I’ll tell Ron. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Psshh!”
Nancy Oakwood, who was busy working in the neighboring cubicle, tsked at Dawn’s remark. Dawn ignored her.
“Well, he’s on his way over,” Jaime said. “Hope he takes it well.”
Jaime walked away, trying to stay out of Ron’s sight. Dawn quickly cleaned up her work area as Ron Finley, her supervisor, made his way towards her desk. She straightened her papers into a neat pile, and as she reached for a nearby file folder, she knocked her coffee mug off her desk, spilling coffee onto her lap. She was wearing a short black miniskirt and nylon stockings, and while she avoided spilling the coffee onto her skirt, the coffee soaked her stockings all the way through.
“Damn it!” Dawn cursed to herself, and grabbed a napkin and began wiping herself off just as Ron arrived at her cubicle.
“Dawn! How are things with the Johnston Report?” Ron asked.
“Just a moment Ron, I had an accident here,” Dawn said. Dawn turned her chair to the side and began carefully sliding her stockings down her long, slender legs. Ron tried not to stare, even as Dawn pulled her skirt upwards so she could get better reach at her stockings.
“Sorry about that Ron,” Dawn said, as she opened her desk drawer. She could feel Nancy’s watchful eyes as she tucked her coffee-stained stockings into her desk drawer, only to remove a new, clean pair.
“The way things are going, it looks like we might not have that report done when you wanted it,” Dawn said, as she began sliding a new pair of stockings on. Ron tried to maintain eye contact but felt his glance continuously shift down to her legs.
“We’re working as fast as we can, but you have to be realistic, Ron,” Dawn said, pulling her stocking farther and farther up her thigh. “There’s only so much a few busybodies like Jaime and I can handle.”
Dawn ran her hands smoothly over her legs, and then looked back at Ron, who nervously shot his glance back towards her eyes.
“Not a problem, Dawn,” Ron smiled. “The project can wait a little longer. I know you’ll do your best.”
“Thanks, Ron, you’re a peach,” Dawn smiled, and Ron walked away. After Ron walked out of sight, Jaime came back around the corner.
“Nice save, Dawn!” Jaime said in relief. “You just saved our asses!”
“You got to learn how to talk to people, Jaime,” Dawn said.
“Yeah, ‘talk’” Nancy muttered.
Dawn peered into Nancy’s cubicle.
“Got something to say, Nancy?” Dawn asked.
“No, nothing,” Nancy said, and then coughed what sounded like the word ‘slut.’“
Jaime rolled her eyes.
“Don’t mind her,” Jaime said. “She’s just jealous cause she never gets any male attention around here.”
“Never occurred to me,” Dawn said. “Anyway, we’re gonna have to buckle down and get the project done ASAP.”
“Another late night, huh?” Jaime asked.
“I was going to do some shopping today, I guess I’ll have to do it on my lunch break,” Dawn said.
“I would too, but that’s my laundry time,” Jaime laughed.
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It was 12:05 when Dawn arrived at the mini-mart just one block from her office building. Dawn grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it down the aisles, quickly grabbing the essentials she would need to survive for that week. After filling her cart with various produce, she was browsing the fresh fruit when she heard a familiar voice.
“Pineapples on sale this week.”
Dawn turned around in surprise.
“Sam?”
Sam smiled.
“Nice to see you again, Dawn,” Sam said. She looked even more beautiful than the day he met her. Sam admired Dawn‘s blazer and miniskirt. She looked absolutely fantastic. “How you doing?”
“A little hurried,” Dawn said. “Doing shopping on my lunch break now.”
“It’s a shame its come to that,” Sam said.
“How so?” Dawn asked, grabbing a pineapple and carefully setting it into her shopping cart.
“Well, isn’t a lunch beak, for, I don’t know, having lunch?” Sam asked.
“In a quaint time in history, yes,” Dawn laughed.
“Seems to me we might all benefit from taking some time in our day to just relax, grab a coffee, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Dawn said, glumly. “Unfortunately coffee time for me is behind the wheel of my car or my desk at work, pretty much.”
“Yeah, same here,” Sam said.
Dawn looked at her watch.
“Looks like I got to get going,” she said. “Sam it was really nice talking to you again, I hope I’ll see you again soon.”
“Me too.” Sam said.
Sam watched as Dawn pushed her cart down the produce aisle. He would have given anything to put his hands on her body at that very moment, but he knew such an act was not possible at this time. Soon though, Sam said to himself. Soon, she would be all his.
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By mid October the weather had dropped to unseasonal lows, and Sam no longer continued his weekend strolls in the park. He had not spoken to Dawn since their run-in at the supermarket, and now three weeks had passed and Sam’s plans for her were well underway.
In the weeks since their last meeting, Sam watched her on a daily basis, monitoring every activity she did outdoors. He had her route from her apartment to her workplace mapped out and memorized, and even knew what stores she frequently shopped. Meanwhile, Sam was doing plenty shopping of his own.
“That there is a .40 caliber Glock 22,” the store clerk said. “Favored by most police units around the United States, that sucker holds fifteen rounds and is considered the perfect pistol.”
Sam picked up the handgun and admired it.
“Is there a waiting period for this model?”
“Assuming you got no criminal record, it’s yours in three days,” the clerk said.
“Not a problem,” Sam said. “I’ll take it.”
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On November 1, Sam purchased a cottage fifty miles north of Grand Blanc. It was a cozy little getaway, in a secluded part of the forest, with no neighbors or troublesome police for miles.
“The previous owners installed an indoor Jacuzzi,” the agent explained.
Sam looked around the quaint house in awe. It had an old fashioned fireplace, solid oak siding, and a spectacular skylight overlooking the den.
“Does it have a basement?” Sam asked.
“It isn’t developed,” the agent said. “ Only concrete flooring, and brick siding.”
“I’d like to take a look,” Sam said.
The agent led Sam down a narrow wooden stairway. Sam felt right at home in the dark, dank basement. The agent flicked on a dangling light bulb and showed him around to several barren rooms.
“The previous owner didn’t use the basement for much. Just a wine cellar I believe.”
Sam kicked a dusty piece of wood lying on the floor.
“I love it,” he said.
Sam spent the next month renovating his new house. He build his own restraining hitch, a reclining bed fitted with sturdy iron shackles, and set up a weapons rack which he filled up with his favorite toys.
It took him several weeks to transport his favorite toys up to his cottage, being busy with his daytime job, but soon his new basement was now his personal dungeon, complete with knives, whips, spears, a branding iron, and even a room he filled from wall to wall with shards of broken glass. He doubted he would use all of these tools on Dawn, but he liked having all of them present for ambience.
When Sam flipped his calendar to the month of December, he circled the date of December 27. Sam swore to himself, that day would be Dawn Priestly’s date with death.
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Dawn Priestly was sound asleep on her couch when she heard a knock at her door. She awoke in a startle, and realized it was the middle of the afternoon and she was sprawled over her couch wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Snuffy stood in front of the door barking madly.
Dawn quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and opened her apartment door, and found herself face to face with a deliveryman holding a bouquet of red roses.
“Dawn Priestly?” the deliveryman asked.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“These are for you.” The deliveryman handed her the flowers.
Dawn was dumbfounded.
“Me? Who are they from?”
“Dunno,” the deliveryman shrugged. “The sender asked to remain anonymous.”
Dawn took the bouquet, and was at an absolute loss for words.
“Have a nice day,” the deliveryman said.
“I will.” Dawn said. She shut the door, and stared in amazement at her unexpected gift. Snuffy jumped about at her ankles, yipping at the aroma-laden flora.
“Down, Snuffy!” Dawn said.
She took a seat on the couch, and sifted through the flowers, until she found a folded letter. Dawn’s heart raced as she opened the card, and in the neatest handwriting she had ever read, saw the words:
“Dawn,
“Your beauty is greater than the loveliest bouquet I could send you. You are the light in my life, my greatest joy. I love you.”
That was it. No signature. No return address. Just a random bouquet of roses from a man who evidently thought the world of her, and she could not even begin to guess at his identity.
Ron? She thought for a second. No, no, it was definitely not him. Ron might have had the hots for her, but he wouldn’t do this. Even if her birthday and Christmas was approaching.
Dawn placed the flowers into a vase and set them on her kitchen table. It was a mystery that would be resolved another day.
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Dawn should have known something was awry, because Nancy gave her a dirty look as she walked into her office building the following Monday. Dirtier than usual, that is. since Nancy always made it known she did not care for Dawn.
Her question was answered when she arrived at her desk, and found a silver necklace placed on the surface, with an envelope tucked underneath.
Jaime approached behind her, having obviously already seen the gift and curious as to the identity of the sender.
“That is beautiful! Do you have a new boyfriend you haven’t told me about?”
“No!” Dawn explained, setting her purse upon her desk. “I got some roses at my apartment last Saturday too. I don’t know who’s sending me this!”
“Oh my God, you have a secret admirer!” Jaime shrieked.
“Jaime, please, you’re not in seventh grade anymore!” Dawn said, though she was a bit anxious herself. Dawn picked up the necklace and placed it around her neck, making her look twice as fabulous to Nancy’s disdain.
“Open the envelope! Open it!” Jaime said.
Dawn took a seat at her desk and opened the envelope. In the same handwriting as on the note that came with her bouquet, the envelope read:
“Dearest Dawn,
“Your eyes sparkle like the moonlight. I long to feel the breath of your kiss. I live every day to tell you how I feel myself, but that day will have to wait. With much love,”
No name was given.
“I don’t get it,” Dawn said. “Who is this guy?”
“Why are you fussing, aren’t you happy?” Jaime exclaimed. “You are so lucky, I want one too!”
“That’s because you’re not sleeping with the boss,” Nancy mumbled.
“It’s not from Ron!” Jaime and Dawn said at the same time.
“Whatever,” Nancy said.
Dawn walked over towards Nancy angrily.
“Hey, listen, I don’t know what I did to earn the title of Office Tramp in your eyes, but it wasn’t sleeping with the boss,” Dawn said. “I have never, nor will I ever have any involvement with Ron or any other manager in this office!”
Nancy looked up at Dawn.
“Then you’re very naive,” Nancy said.
“How am I naive?” Dawn demanded.
“Oh please! The way you lick your lips when he’s around, your short skirts and low cut blouses, the way you bend over so he can check out your tits and ass! Don’t tell me you don’t do that on purpose sweetheart, I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“You know what?” Dawn said. “I’m going to ask him. Right now, straight up.”
“The floor is yours,” Nancy said, and resumed typing.
Dawn marched down the hallway towards Ron’s corner office, and Jaime followed close behind. Dawn knocked briskly on the door, and entered.
“Yes, Dawn?” Ron asked.
Dawn dropped the envelope onto Ron’s desk, and held up her necklace for him to see.
“Ron did you send me this necklace?” Dawn asked.
“No,” Ron said.
Dawn looked back at Jaime.
“Really?” Dawn asked.
“Yes, Dawn what is this about?” Ron asked.
“You didn’t send me flowers on Saturday?”
“No! Dawn honestly, I did not!” Ron said.
Dawn picked the envelope off his desk.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
Dawn and Jaime exited Ron’s office.
“Then who?” Jaime asked.
Dawn looked around the entire office and sighed.
“I have no idea.”
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Sam kept his face hidden when Dawn emerged from her office building. He waited around just long enough to see the silver necklace around her neck, and his business was finished. Sam kept his back turned as he took off in the opposite direction, smiling the entire way. She liked his gift! Sam’s pulse raced as he made his way down the sidewalk. Only one more week until his deadline, and Sam had all of his preparations in place.
He waited until 8 in the evening before he made his way to Dawn’s apartment building. A friendly neighbor let him into the building and soon Sam made his way down the hall to the outside of Dawn’s door. It was too soon for her to learn his identity, but that time would come soon. Sam slid an envelope under Dawn’s doorway and bolted for the exit.
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Sam did not sleep the night before the 27th. He still did not know for absolute certain that Dawn would show up at the designated location when he wanted. By morning he was in a sweat, with images of Dawn racing through his mind. All the preparations at the cottage had been made. Sam was certain that no one would ever discover her body or his identity.
He left his apartment at 5pm. His Glock was secured safely in his jacket pocket. He double-checked to make sure it was loaded and ready. Sam got into his car, and drove out of his apartment complex for his first and last date with Dawn Priestly.
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Dawn slid her slender body into a brand new black strapless dress. She examined herself in the mirror. Her dress was cut low, it showed plenty of cleavage, and was tight enough to complement the curve of her sexy ass. It even had a long slit up the side for her bare leg to peek through as she walked. Dawn applied another layer of lipstick across her mouth and made a kissing motion in the mirror.
“Well Snuffy, here goes nothing,” she said. Dawn placed the silver necklace around her neck before double-checking the envelope she found slid underneath her door the previous week.
“My Darling Dawn,
“I feel the time has come that I reveal myself to you. Just as I can no longer hold my feelings for you inside, neither can I conceal my identity. Please meet me on Thursday, December the Twenty-Seventh at six in the Evening at L’Olivier, and I will meet you at the entrance. You will know me when you see me. I love you with all of my heart.”
Still no signature. Yes Dawn knew that would make it all the more exciting when she finally came face-to-face with her admirer.
Dawn leaned down to pet her dog.
“Mommy’s got a date tonight, sweetie-pie,” Dawn said. “Be good.”
Dawn left an extra bowl of food out in case she did not come home until the morning. Snuffy yipped furiously as she made her way to the door.
“I said be good!” Dawn said.
Dawn stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind her, with Snuffy still yipping as she left down the hallway of her apartment complex.
When Dawn arrived at L’Olivier at ten minutes to six, her heart was racing. Who was this guy? What if he isn’t the sweet guy his letter seemed to suggest he was? Dawn tried to put her fear behind her as she pulled up to the valet.
“Name please?” the valet said.
“Dawn Priestly,” she said.
“Oh yes, of course,” the valet said. Dawn was delighted at how far her blind date had gone to make this a romantic evening for her. Dawn emerged from her car and handed her keys to the valet.
It was only a few feet to the entryway. She carefully stepped towards the doorway, worrying her nervousness might make her slip and fall flat on the pavement. Dawn stepped towards the entrance, through the doorway, and into the restaurant.
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She was more beautiful than Sam had ever imagined she could look. When he saw her in her gorgeous black dress, her hair tied back into a stylish bun, Sam thought he might pass out from the shock. Their eyes met, and Dawns heart skipped as fast as Sam’s.
“Sam?” Dawn exclaimed.
“Hello Dawn,” Sam said. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Dawn was at a loss for words.
“You’re- you’re”
“Yes, it was me, Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn stared back at him. Sam looked rather handsome, dressed in a rented black tux. Dawn didn’t know what to say to him.
“Sam, I-”
“Please Dawn,” Sam said. “I made reservations for us. Have dinner with me.”
Dawn took a deep breath.
“Okay,” Dawn said.
For Dawn, it was one of the most awkward dates she had ever experienced. She considered Sam to be far too old for her, yet with all of this effort, all this sweetness, he had done it just for her. Dawn decided she had to see this one dinner date out. She would decide how to handle the situation when it was over.
“How’s work?” Sam asked.
“Oh, it’s okay,” Dawn said. “You got a lot of my coworkers wondering about you when they saw that necklace.”
Sam smiled.
“Well, you’ll have quite a story to tell them tomorrow, won’t you?”
“Actually, I won’t be going to work tomorrow,” Dawn said.
Sam looked up in surprise.
“I took the day off,” she said. “Saturday is my birthday.”
“Oh I see,” Sam laughed. “How old will you be then?”
“Twenty-Four,” Dawn said. “And proud.”
“Hmm,” Sam muttered. Most women he knew lied or were ashamed of their ages. One more reason Sam knew Dawn was special.
“Well, Happy Birthday, in advance,” Sam said.
“Thank you,” Dawn said.
To Dawn’s surprise, she had a very pleasant dinner with Sam. Even though he was not her type by any means, she had to admit by the end of their dinner that she thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent with Sam.
The waiter brought the check, which Sam insisted on paying himself.
“Well, I’d like to thank you for dinner, Sam,” Dawn said. “You are a truly sweet man.”
With that, Dawn gave Sam a soft kiss. Sam felt his heart jump into his throat. Her lips were so soft, and so sweet. Their dinner was now over. Sam could feel the excitement stirring in his pants. Their real date was about to begin.
As they made their way to the exit, the valet brought Sam’s car to the driveway.
“Ready to go?” Sam said.
Dawn turned to Sam sadly.
“Sam, I’m really sorry,” Dawn said. “I had a really nice time tonight but I can’t take this any further.”
Sam felt his heart sink. He knew she should have expected this. And in fact, he was quite prepared.
“Dawn, please,” Sam said. “Let’s just go for a ride. Just you and me.”
“Sam, no,” Dawn said. He could tell by her face she was serious. Sam shot a glance back at the valet. He was busy going to get another car.
“Dawn, I have a special surprise for you,” Sam said.
“Sam, no more surprises,” Dawn said. “ I had a nice time but you’re not my type!”
Sam removed the Glock from his jacket and pressed the muzzle against Dawn’s stomach.
“Dawn, you’re coming with me tonight,” Sam said. “Get in the car.”
Dawn took one look at Sam’s handgun and her blood ran cold.
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“Sam, don’t do this!” Dawn cried. “Please stop the car, let me out!”
Sam pointed his gun at Dawn’s temple.
“One more word, I’ll blow a hole through your head.”
Dawn shut her mouth and Sam continued driving. Sam knew she would not be able to remain calm, so once he was out of the city, he pulled over to the side of the road and ordered Dawn out of the car.
“What do you want from me?” Dawn cried. “I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your feelings, please, think this through!”
“Shut up!” Sam screamed. He unlocked the trunk of his car, and Dawn saw what was inside.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Dawn screamed.
The assortment of ropes, pliers and tie wraps laid out neatly inside Sam’s trunk sent Dawn into a crying frenzy.
“What are you going to do to me? What do you want, Sam?”
“Hold still!” Sam shouted. Sam took one tie wrap and bound Dawn’s wrists behind her back. He then placed a gag in her mouth and tied it shut.
“Get in the trunk,” Sam said.
Dawn gave Sam a pleading last look.
“I said get in, Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn climbed into the trunk of the car, trembling as she pulled her body together into a fetal position. Once she was securely inside, Sam sealed the trunk shut.
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Dawn couldn’t tell how much time had passed when the car stopped moving. It seemed like hours that she had been crammed into the compact trunk. The chirping of crickets in the nearby forest were all Dawn could hear when the trunk finally opened.
Sam stared down at her. He was no longer wearing his tux, instead hew was dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Sam looked her over to make sure she was still secure. The tie wraps were still securely around her wrists, as was the gag in her mouth.
“Get out,” Sam said.
Dawn climbed out of the trunk, though she had a bit of difficulty having her hands tied behind her back and wearing high heels, but she managed, and dropped her high heeled feet upon the gravel driveway of Sam’s picturesque cottage.
Sam untied the gag from Dawn’s mouth. She took a breath before speaking.
“What is this place?” Dawn asked, panting.
“Somewhere where we won’t be bothered,” Sam said.
Sam kept his gun trained on Dawn, and with his other hand, unlocked the front door. He ordered Dawn inside before locking the door behind them.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Sam said, with a quiet chuckle. He took a pair of pliers from his pants and cut the tie wrap binding her hands.
Dawn looked around the interior of the old-fashioned homestead. Sam turned on a light on its dimmest setting, and then ordered Dawn into the den. It was a pleasant little home, Dawn would have appreciated it more if not for the circumstances.
“Sit.”
Dawn took a seat on the sofa and waited for Sam’s next command. He took a seat on the easy chair opposite Dawn and kept his gun trained on her.
“Dawn,” Sam began. Dawn froze in terror.
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you. I’ve lusted after you for so long. Tonight, you are going to make my every fantasy come true.”
Dawn’s expression first went to shock.
“Sam, please!” She whimpered. “I don’t want to do this why are you making me do this?”
Sam rose to his feet and pressed the barrel of his gun to Dawn’s forehead.
“Here are the rules, Dawn,” Sam said. “When I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you don’t, I will hurt you, and I will hurt you very badly.”
Dawn tried to back away but her body was up against the backrest of the sofa.
She cried for several seconds.
“Dawn?” Sam asked.
“Yes?”
“Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Please I’ll do whatever you want just don’t kill me please!”
“I’m not going to kill you, Dawn,” Sam said.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Sam smiled, but only on the inside.
“Dawn, I think you have a beautiful body. It’s so shapely. So sexy.”
Dawn did not reply.
“Dawn, I would like to see your body. Fully naked.”
Dawn stared back at Sam, saying nothing.
“Is that okay, Dawn?” Sam asked.
Dawn nodded.
“Good,” Sam said. Sam backed away from Dawn and took a seat on the easy chair.
“Go on, take off your dress,” Sam said.
Dawn leaned forward and removed her heels. Her toenails were painted a deep crimson. The looked very pretty in Sam’s opinion.
Sam watched in excitement as Dawn rose to her feet, and carefully pulled her black dress up over her head and removed it from her body. She was wearing only a silky black thong underneath, and no bra. Dawn covered her ample sized breasts with her arms as she turned to face Sam, who watched in in pure amazement.
“You are beautiful, Dawn,” Sam said. “Simply gorgeous. Now take off your panties.”
Dawn took her arms away from her chest, and exposed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were round and thick.
Dawn took hold of her skimpy panties, and slid them down her legs towards the floor. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, and the same color as on her head.
Sam grabbed his cock and gave it several gentle strokes as he watched Dawn stand naked before him in his den. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had sent her, but he decided to let her keep it on.
He ordered Dawn to turn her back so he could check out her ass. Dawn obeyed. Her cheeks were round and firm. Sam gave his cock a few more strokes, and then told Dawn to face him once again.
“Dawn, I want you to lie down on the sofa,” Sam said.
Dawn trembled as she took two steps backwards, and sat her bare ass onto Sam’s sofa. She lifted her legs off the floor and lay her entire body across the sofa. Dawn didn’t move. She remained motionless with terror.
Sam rose from his easy chair and approached Dawn. He stared down at her, passing his eyes over every inch of her naked body. Dawn squirmed uncomfortably under his leering eyes, and covered her breasts with her hands.
“Dawn, I want you to hold completely still,” Sam said. “And you have to place your hands on your sides.”
Dawn’s breathing escalated as she removed her hands from her chest, leaving her bosom exposed.
“What are you going to do?” Dawn asked. Nervous did not begin to describe her tone of voice.
“I’m going to bite your breasts, Dawn,” Sam said, and upon seeing her response, added, “no, no, no fidgeting, you have to hold still sweetheart.”
Dawn did her best to remain calm as Sam stooped to his knees. Had his hand not been securely around his pistol Dawn may have considered taking the opportunity to fight back, but being that he was well armed and in close proximity to her Dawn decided to wait.
“That’s it, hold still, hold still,” Sam said very slowly and calmly. “Yes, that’s a good girl.”
Sam leaned forward, and placed his mouth around Dawn’s right breast. Dawn shut her eyes tightly when she felt the wetness of Sam’s lips around her nipple, trying to block out this moment from her memory.
Sam took great pleasure in sucking Dawn’s tit. He sensually ran his tongue on and all around her nipple. Soon her nipple became stiff and hard, and Sam sucked it for several seconds. It tasted good.
Sam removed his lips from Dawn’s right breast and began to lavish his attention on her left. He did the same thing, licking her nipple softly and sensually for several seconds and then sucking it.
Sam then proceeded to chew on her nipple, very lightly, with his front teeth. Dawn’s nipples were very sensitive, and she began to squirm in discomfort.
Sam placed his hands on Dawn’s body, so as to discourage her from fidgeting, and he gradually began to bite Dawn’s breast harder.
“Sam, you’re hurting me!” Dawn moaned.
Sam opened his mouth farther, and gave Dawn’s entire left breast a hard bite. She screamed.
Sam pressed both of his hands against Dawn’s torso, all while keeping the gun trained on her head as well. Dawn grasped the sofa cushion with her hands, trying to find a way to tolerate the pain.
Even as Dawn’s screaming continued, Sam kept his teeth clenched around her breast, and sank his teeth even harder into her tender muscle.
“Sam! Please stop! Please stop Sam!” Dawn cried in agony. It wasn’t until Sam could taste Dawn’s blood against his lips that he decided to release his clasp.
Sam looked down at his work, and saw bloody teeth marks all around Dawn’s left breast, with her blood dripping down her underarm onto his sofa. Sam pulled a hanky from his pocket and wiped the blood from the upholstery.
“Are- are you done?” Dawn asked, panting.
“Nope,” Sam said, placing the bloody hanky aside. “Still got some bitin’ to do on righty, don’t I?”
“No, please!” Dawn pleaded. “Don’t bite me again Sam please!”
Sam placed his hands on Dawn’s torso once again, and placed his mouth around Dawn’s right breast. The swelling in her nipple had gone down a bit, so Sam licked it once again until he got it nice and stiff.
Sam then proceeded to bite the tip of her nipple, just enough to get a good grasp on it, and then pulled his teeth away to stretch it. Dawn attempted to lean forward, but Sam kept her upper body pressed against the sofa to stretch her nipple as far as he could get it.
He was only able to stretch it a few inches before it split and burst, causing her blood to dribble down her bosom once again. Dawn was screaming and sobbing, begging Sam for mercy.
Sam wiped up her blood once again, but his excitement at witnessing Dawn in all of her painful agony aroused him greatly. He briefly considered raping her right there on the couch, but decided against it. Dawn’s rape needed to be done where she could be properly restrained.
“We’re going to go down into the basement now, Dawn,” Sam said. He took Dawn by her hands, and pulled her to her feet. She stood very still, her sobs having gradually subsided.
“You go down first, Dawn,” Sam said. “Leave your clothes here, you won’t need them.”
Sam led Dawn from behind into a narrow stairway that led down to the basement. As Dawn descended the stairway, dank, drafty air brought out goosebumps all over her naked body. The wooden stairs were cold against Dawn’s bare feet, but the fear she felt at that moment was colder than anything else in the house. Sam kept his gun pointed at Dawn’s back as he followed her down the narrow stairway.
When Dawn felt her feet touch cold concrete she stopped. The musty smell of the old basement filled her heart with dread. Dawn mentally prepared herself for the very worst.
Sam flicked on the hanging light bulb, and Dawn gasped as she laid her eyes on the torture devices around her.
“Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!” Dawn whispered to herself.
“No, now, don’t worry dear,” Sam said. “I won’t be using all of my toys on you tonight. I would like you to step over to that restraining post and bend over as far as you can.
Dawn was shaking in her skin as she approached the strange wooden device in front of her.
She walked directly behind it and wasn’t sure what to do. She turned back to look at Sam.
“It’s a simple device,” Sam said. “Just bend over the top of it, the straps on the sides will secure your arms and legs in place. It won’t hurt; it’s just going to keep you in place so I can have sex with you from behind.”
Dawn trembled as she leaned over the side of the post, and placed her hands into the restraints.
“I’ll need you to spread your legs apart for me Dawn, nice and wide now,” Sam said.
Dawn did as she was told, and spread her legs to the edges of the retraining post.
Sam kept careful watch as he secured the restraints around her ankles, and then around her wrists. Once Sam was satisfied that Dawn was tied into place, he set his gun aside.
“Now then, let’s get started shall we?” Sam said. Sam dropped his pants, and simply admired the sight before him. Dawn’s legs were wide open. He could see her pussy lips dangling, just waiting to be fucked.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and placed his palm against her hip. Her skin was so soft, he ass cheeks were so round and firm, Sam felt his cock erupt into a massive erection.
Sam stepped forward, and thrusted his cock into Dawn’s pussy.
She gasped upon the impact. Her pussy was so soft, so tight; he lost control of his body as he rocked his pelvis back and forth. Dawn couldn’t take the intense pain and screamed out in agony. Her pussy wasn’t wet enough, and Sam was having trouble getting pleasurable friction from her.
Sam withdrew his cock, and removed from a nearby tool box a bottle of lubricant. He squirted a bit onto his cock, and then, noticed Dawn’s round little asshole sitting open and waiting for him. Sam took the bottle of lube and inserted the nozzle into Dawn’s anus, and squirted a good amount up inside her rectum. He withdrew the bottle and carefully maneuvered his cock inside Dawn’s ass. Dawn screamed once again, but this time the feeling was much smoother, much more satisfying. Sam began pounding Dawn; fast and hard, rubbing his cock in and out of her asshole back and forth, and the feeling was immensely satisfying.
Dawn, however, was in considerable pain. She had never been fucked in her ass before, although many of her dates had tried to talk her into it. Dawn shut her eyes, praying for the experience to end. Sam showed impressive stamina, and managed to continue assbanging her for several minutes without slowing.
Dawn took a deep breath once she felt Sam finally come. He kept his dick firmly between her cheeks until he blew his entire load into her ass. He lingered inside her for several minutes, waiting for all of his aftercum to seep into her anus as he pondered what he wanted to do to her next.
He stared down at her bare back. Dawn’s helplessness was what made this so exciting. Sam felt powerful, in control. Sam ran his index and middle fingers up her spine, feeling the curve of her backbone. Dawn trembled in terror. She didn’t dare speak a word; instead she prayed that this nightmare would soon come to a close. Unfortunately for her, it would.
Sam zipped up his pants and retrieved his handgun. Sam had gotten everything he wanted from her. Everything that is, except her life. Sam placed his Glock against Dawn’s temple, and placed his finger on the trigger. Dawn screamed.
“Oh God, please, Sam no!” Dawn shook with terror. “Don’t kill me!”
Sam wanted to do it. He wanted to shoot her right there, blow her brains all over his basement floor, and give himself the greatest climax of the best evening of his life. But Sam had a plan already set, and this was not part of it.
“Dawn,” Sam said. “Do you want to live?”
“Yes!” Dawn said. “Please, please, don’t shoot me!”
“Then I need you to do something for me.”
Dawn gulped.
“Anything,” she said.
Sam smiled. He crouched down and began to unfasten her arm and leg restraints.
“I want you to take a walk with me,” Sam said.
Dawn was very sore from the forced anal sex, but she managed to pull herself to her feet and face Sam. Her eyes were stained with tears, and her face was still filled with fear, both of which excited Sam greatly.
“Upstairs,” Sam said.
Sam marched Dawn up the stairway and back to the main floor of the house. He led her to the front door and instructed her to open it.
“May I have something to wear?” Dawn asked. “It’s very cold out.”
Sam shook his head.
“Where we’re going is not very far. You won’t need any clothing there.”
Dawn fearfully opened the front door, and cringed as the cold air brushed against her still naked body. Sam pressed his gun against her lower back and thrusted it forward to keep her moving.
The gravel pathway stung her bare feet as she attempted to walk upon it. Sam pushed the gun harder against her back to keep her moving quickly. He led her away from his house and into the foreboding forest.
Dawn kept her arms wrapped tightly around her torso to keep warm as she attempted to navigate between the twisted and gnarled trees around her.
“How much father is this place?” Dawn asked, before cringing as she stepped on a pinecone.
“Keep walking,” Sam said.
Dawn began to lose track of where she was in the forest, not even sure if she would be able to find her way back to the cottage from where she was, but Sam apparently had the instincts of a dog, and pressed on unimpeded.
Dawn didn’t want to do anything to anger Sam, but her anxiety got the better of her.
“Sam, tell me, where are we going?” she demanded.
Sam held the gun to the back of Dawn’s neck.
“I said keep walking,” Sam said. Dawn trembled.
They pressed on. Dawn’s feet were now in considerable pain from stepping on pinecones and pine needles. Her naked body also accumulated a large number of scrapes from bumping into trees and sharp branches in the dark, but Sam remained close behind to make sure she did not stray from their path.
They continued to walk for several minutes, and Dawn was nearly exhausted. Sam’s pulse raced as they grew nearer their destination, knowing that his plans for Dawn were almost complete. As they made their way through the last clump of trees, Sam’s heart was pounding furiously as a clearing came into view.
“Here we are, Dawn” Sam said.
“What is this place?” Dawn asked.
“Go ahead, take a look,” Sam said.
Dawn stepped forward into the clearing, trying to make out what it was they had come all this way to see. And then she saw it. Lit softly by the dim moonlight, in the center of the clearing, was a large pile of dirt, with a shovel protruding from it. Next to it, was a hole in the ground, six feet deep. It was a grave. Her grave.
Dawn’s heart sank, and her face filled with terror.
“Oh my God!” she said, panic-stricken. “Oh my God, you’re going to kill me!”
Dawn stared at Sam in terror, who stepped towards her with his gun raised.
“Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn tried to speak but no words could come out.
“Dawn, I’ve been obsessed with you since the day we met. Your beauty, your charm, it’s captivated me for months. All this time I’ve been wanting to make you mine forever. Tonight, you will be.”
Tears poured from her eyes as she stepped backwards, but Sam stepped towards her, keeping her little over an arm’s length away.
“Sam, please don’t,” she begged. “Please don’t kill me I’ll do anything you want. Anything, just don’t kill me.”
Dawn had never been more desperate in all her life.
“I’m sorry, Dawn,” Sam said. “But it has to end like this. I can’t let you live.”
“Please!” she screamed. “No one will know about tonight! I won’t tell the police, no one will know, it’ll be our secret, a special secret between to two of us!”
“No,” Sam said. “Dawn, I need you to get down on your knees.”
“No!” Dawn pleaded. “I don’t want to die! Please, please don’t let me die here!”
Dawn was now sobbing uncontrollably. Sam tried to find a way to console her.
“Dawn if you cooperate with me I will make it quick and painless,” Sam said. “If you don’t, I’ll make it very painful, now what’s it going to be?”
Dawn sobbed and shook her head.
“What’s if going to be, Dawn?” Sam repeated. “Do you want it to be fast, or do you want to suffer?”
Dawn looked Sam in the face pleadingly.
“What do you want me to do?” she said.
“Turn towards the grave, and get down on your knees,” Sam said.
Dawn turned to her side, and dropped to her knees. She held her arms against her chest and squeezed them tightly.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and pointed his gun at the back of her head. His hand trembled. He could feel his pulse pounding inside his head as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
“Don’t do this, Sam!” Dawn said. “Don’t do this Mother Mary Jesus don’t do this!”
Dawn began to whisper a prayer she had learned as a child. Sam kept his gun locked on Dawn’s head, his finger on the trigger. He had to do this.
A cloud shifted, and moonlight shined down, allowing Dawn to see the very bottom of the grave. The cold, dark dirt stared forebodingly back at her. She continued to sob.
Sam stared sadistically at Dawn’s trembling naked body. He thought back to her picture on her MyPlace page, and the rush he had gotten when he first concocted his plan to murder her. He imagined her screams, and the rush he’d gotten from kidnapping and raping her. He thought about how much he’d enjoyed marching her through the dark, cold woods, bare naked, to her death. He’d enjoyed every minute of it.
He was ready.
“Happy Birthday, Dawn,” Sam said. “I hope you like the present I got for you. I’m going to give it to you now.”
Dawn closed her eyes as Sam squeezed the trigger. The explosion rocked Sam’s entire arm as the bullet shot from the barrel and passed through Dawn’s skull, killing her instantly. Dawn fell face first onto the cold dirt, next to the gaping grave next to her.
Sam stood motionless for several seconds, shocked at what he had done. Smoke seeped from the barrel, and Sam could hear the sounds of frightened animals in the nearby forest fleeing.
He lowered his arm to his side, and stared down at Dawn’s body. She lay very still.
Sam dropped on his knees and held his fingers against the side of her neck. He could not feel a pulse. He had done it. Dawn Priestly was dead.
Sam placed his open palm against Dawn’s lower back. Her skin was still warm. Sam sat down next to her, took her hand, and held it for several minutes.
He rolled her over and stared at the front of her body. She still had plenty of body heat left in her. Sam rested his hand on Dawn’s thigh, and sat with her in the forest clearing for several hours.
When Sam was ready, he rose to his feet, and grabbed Dawn by her arms and pulled her into the grave. Her body dropped loosely down into the cold dirt. Sam did his best to straighten her limbs to make her look somewhat natural, and then took up the shovel.
“Good bye Dawn,” Sam said, taking one last look at his first victim. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had given her. Sam decided to let her take it with her.
Sam took a shovel full of dirt from the pile, and dropped it down on top of Dawn’s corpse. It almost hurt him, seeing his beloved Dawn covered in soil. Sam suppressed his feelings, and shoveled all of his dirt pile into the grave.
The sun peeked out over the horizon as Sam finally finished filling Dawn’s grave. He patted the shovel against the surface, and covered the dirt with leaves and twigs.
He took a minute to breath in the morning air, and carried the shovel with him back to the cottage.
Sam’s cottage looked very peaceful in the pale morning light. Sam placed the shovel back in his shed, before returning inside his cottage.
Sam felt like a new man as he walked in through the doorway. He kicked off his boots and made his way into the den. Dawn’s dress was still sprawled out over the couch, and her panties still lay alone on the floor, next to her heels. Sam picked up the two garments, and smelled their pleasing aroma. Although he didn’t want to, he would have to dispose of all of these garments if he hoped to get away with his crime.
Sam spent most of the morning scrubbing and cleaning. He washed up all of the blood he could find, and disinfected all of his instruments with bleach.
By midmorning he returned to his car for a long ride home.
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Sam thought of nothing but Dawn as he drove down the freeway back to Grand Blanc. As much as he now felt she was a part of him, there was still a bit of a longing. It hurt that he could not kill her again. Sam was starting to regret having disposed of her dress, but he knew it was for the better.
Feeling a bit of a hunger, Sam stopped at a small roadside cafe.
Sam entered the front door to find a cheery, well-lit restaurant, complete with the checkerboard tablecloths and the chalkboard with the day’s specials scrawled on it.
Sam took a seat in one of the booths and picked up a tall plastic menu that was tucked behind the salt and pepper holders. He could hear the quiet chatter of other patrons, and he peeked out over the top of his menu to see a pretty waitress quickly scurrying up and down the aisles with a small notepad. She was wearing a white blouse with a yellow apron strapped around her waist, and a short poofy red skirt. Although Sam only got a glimpse of her, he noticed she had shimmering blonde hair and fantastic legs.
Sam read over the menu, pausing every few seconds to peek up over the top to see if he could catch another glimpse of the blonde waitress. Every few seconds she would appear again, and attend to another table and refill the coffee cups.
Sam resumed reading the menu.
“Hi there, how you doing this morning?”
Sam looked up from his menu to see the blonde waitress standing at his table, smiling down at him.
“I’m doing great, thank you,” Sam said.
“I’m Heidi, I’ll be your server,” she said. “Are you ready to order?”
“Yes,” Sam said. “Yes I am.”

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Garbage Dump Gang Rape

This is a story of fiction. Please keep that in mind when reading it. Forced fantasy is one thing, doing this in real life is another.

The Bitch Has It Coming.

It was almost too easy. Grabbing her as she walks past the dark doorway. Sticking the syringe in the back of her thigh.
Now nicely drugged and out cold in the back of my van, I can get on with daydreaming of what will happen over the next day or so. Hmmmm. I hope that animal sedation drug does not kill her but oh well.
My mouth almost waters at the thoughts. Driving carefully through the city toward the country and the vacant house I have checked out for use in this sweet adventure.
Remembering how I noticed her just last week.
A lesbian. A pretty one but definitely on the butch side. Not too tall, not too strong looking.
Nice and feminine but the way she talked to the girl she was with, her manner said she was in charge and would take no shit from anyone.
God! I hope she hates men! I hope she tries to fight me tooth and nail! I wonder how painful I will have to make it to get her to suck my dick? Smiling at the thought. Both the making her willing and getting sucked. She has a delicious looking mouth. I hope she fights, curses me.
Looking over my should at the her half lite body. Face turned away but the nice shoulders, sweet round ass are there to see. Just you wait cunt. Just you wait and see.
An hour and then pulling around to the back of the old house.
Lights off, opening the back, dragging the dead weight of the woman back far enough to get her over my shoulder. Smelling her pants. Perfume and tobacco smoke but nice. Smaller than I first thought too. Good. Hope she is tight. Smiling. Her ass will be even if her cunt is loose and sloppy from big dildos and strap-ons.
Through the back, down the hallway. I have most of the cobwebs out of the way. Lots of moldy smelling dust. The small iron pestered bed. Tossing her down on her back. Turning on the lamp. That will be enough light for now.
Good! Still breathing. Pretty limp but alive.
Changing my mind. Better to have her on her stomach and chest. At least at first. Less kicking that way.
Closing and locking the door. Shoving the padding under the wood to make this room almost sound proof. Yep. Window covered with a mattress to make it sound proof too.
I flip the light switch to get the overhead light blazing. It is nice what a person that knows how can do with a stolen power meter.
Now! Using soft silk ties to bind each arm to a steel bar of the headboard. Should I do her feet yet?
No. Let her kick while I work on her.
How long before she comes too? No matter. I do want her completely awake before I fuck her though.
Checking my toys. Licking my lips in anticipation.
Lube. Good KY.
Good quality douche to get my cum out. Spermicide too. Not naughty little DNA to get me caught.
Nail cleaning kit. No DNA under fingernails either.
Ropes to tie up legs and feet. Good.
Razor sharp knife for her clothing. Sharp point to encourage her to suck my cock. Kill her if I have to.
Could I? Hard to say right now. If I get a good fuck and do not feel like I will get caught then likely not. If she breaks free or someone comes too close? Well, too bad.
Daydreaming. It is going to be so hot to fuck this man hating bitch till she is sore. By the time I am finished with her she will think my cock is a permanent part of her cunt, ass or mouth.
Hungry now. Getting a sandwich and bottle of beer out of one the ice chests.
Kicking back in the old dusty arm chair to wait. Watching her sleep, deciding to try and wake her up soon. My dick is so hard I will get some even if she is unconscious. Smiling at that thought. The lesbian bitch waking up while I am riding her hole from behind makes me so fucking ready. Wonder if she has ever had a load spewed out on her face?
Sandwich finished, beer drained. Time to get to it.
Poking her in the side. A groan but nothing else. Shit!. Spreading her legs, rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Nothing. Reaching under, up under her top, under her bra. Nice! Not giants but nice. Kneading her nipples. No reaction. Pinching them. Quicker breathing. Harder. ‘Awwwooooo’.
Good! Now I am getting somewhere.
Straddling her back, both hands working on those tits. More moans, pain sounds as I pinch her nipples hard, squeeze her tits digging my fingernails in hard.
A big gasp of air and she screams! Almost instantly realizing she is in big, big trouble.
Yelling for help at the top of her lungs and thrashing like a wildcat.
Sitting on her back, my fingers take their pleasure with her tits while she yells and yells and tries to see who is on her. Smiling, waiting for her to run out of steam, tire and calm down just a little. God dam my cock is hard! This is going to be so fucking good! Wishing I had remembered to set up the mirror behind the bed frame so she could see me.
Ah. Calmer now. Gasping for breath but still trying to get my hands away from her tits. Mmmm. Time to get this started now.
Getting off her, letting her kick a little but she is too winded for much of that.
Walking around so she can finally see me. She snarls, ‘You motherfucking bastard’! ‘Let me up’!
Grinning at her. Loving how she fights the ties on her hands.
‘Those are pretty strong’. ‘Why don’t you just relax and let me tell you how this is going to be’?
‘Fuck you cocksucker’! Fighting and thrashing again. Yelling for help too.
When she is out of breath again, ‘Having fun cunt’? ‘That’s exactly what you are you know’?
She spits at me, more Mother fuckers, bastards and such spat at me too.
‘Are you a mother’? ‘If you are then I am certainly going to be a mother fucker’.
Going and getting the mirror from the top of the old dresser and putting it against the wall facing her. Just the right height to give her a decent view of what I am about to do. ‘I hope you can see my face’. ‘Let me know if you can’t and I will adjust this’.
More raging, yelling, cursing me and thrashing.
‘This is getting boring’. ‘Time to get those clothes off of you’.
Going for my nice razor sharp knife while she continues to yell and curse me.
Shuts her yap when I flash the blade in front of her eyes though.
‘Don’t worry’. ‘This is just to get you ready for breeding’. ‘At least for now anyway’.
‘Now, lets start with these nice jeans’. Hoping on, straddling her legs and sitting at her calves to keep them fairly still.
Taking the waist of her jeans in my left hand. Good grip and then slicing them down almost to her crotch. Telling her over her curses that her white throng is nice. In fact so nice I put my hand under it and force my finger halfway into her ass hole. Thrilled by her gasp and renewed fighting as I turn my finger this way and that in that tight anus. Enjoying her. Savoring my first penetration of this mean tongued bitch.
‘Like that cunt’? ‘Yeah’! ‘Squeeze harder’! ‘Maybe you will get my finger out of your asshole’. ‘I am just testing how tight it will be when I shove all of my cock into it and ride it hard’.
It must hurt as she stops yelling and gasps. Looking at her face in the mirror maybe I can see a tear or two in her eyes.
‘Well, time to get back to work with this knife’. ‘I would stop trying to kick if I were you’. ‘This thing could cause a really bad cut’.
Popping my finger out of her ass.
Forcing my other hand down and feeling up her slit. She goes very stiff. It’s kind of sticky. She was likely dancing and flirting in that club and got it kind of wet and sweaty. Mmmmm. Back to work.
Now, across and down her right leg about half way. When I start the slicing down the left leg those curses turn into screams for help.
Taking a few moments to enjoy her firm thighs and buttocks.
Laughing. ‘Want me to pinch this blackhead’? Squeezing it out anyway.
More curses. Laughing at her again. ‘Damn woman this is fun and I have not even had my cock in you’! ‘Would you like for me to help you yell for help’? Yelling as loud as I can, ‘Help, help’! ‘I’m going to fuck this bitch’s brains out’!
Laying down my knife. Slapping her butt cheeks hard, alternating hands. Slapping them till she starts to freak and beg me to stop. ‘Oh, does that hurt’? ‘Your ass just looked like it need a nice spanking’. Leaning around to see part of her face, ‘Do you spank your women’s ass when you fuck them with a strap-on’? She looks away from me. Says nothing.
Sitting up straight not really caring if she answers that.
Using her silence to swing around to sitting on her legs reversed. Picking up my knife, finishing the job of slitting her jeans down to the cuff. ‘You have nice legs’. ‘They are going to feel good around me when I am fucking you nice and slow’.
Laughing at the new string of curse words out of her mouth.
Getting up and going to her thrashing feet and legs, grabbing the jeans material laying under her right leg, then from under her left leg, pulling it hard. Pulling her split jeans down her legs and off.
‘Yes, you do have very nice legs’. ‘Pretty feet too’. Silence. I can tell her body is very tense now.
Back to sitting on the back of her legs. Cutting her blouse from the bottom to the back of her neck. Across to each shoulder to make it easy to rip out from under her. Nice back and shoulders. Mmmmm. I have me a very good looking cunt to fuck in this one. A beautiful woman in other words.
Hmmm? ‘Should I cut this strapless bra off or just undo it’? ‘Your call on this’? Nothing so I just undo it and pull it free.
Reaching around to cup those tits again. Laying my weight down her body. Kissing and sucking on the back of her neck. Smelling her hair. She gasps a little then stays stiff as I kiss my way across her left shoulder enjoying her skin. Rubbing her ass with my cock through my jeans. Hoping she can feel it. Whispering into her ear, ‘You smell so good, taste so good’. ‘Want to tell me your name’? ‘Mine is Master to you’. ‘As long as I want you, desire you, I own you’. ‘In case you don’t accept it yet, I can do anything I want to you and I will’. Feeling her tremble, almost shiver.
Getting up. Admiring my work before picking up her large hand bag. ‘Lets just see what we can find out from this’?
Dumping it out on the floor. Picking up her wallet first. ‘Not much cash baby’. ‘Are you a mooch when you are out in the bars or did you blow most of your money trying to score some pussy’? No answer, just her hateful glare.
‘Ah, here’s your driver’s license’. ‘Rosario M. Dawsone’. ‘Pretty name for a pretty woman’.
Dropping that, ‘Hmmmmm, no condoms’. ‘When was the last time you had some cock’?
Grinning, ‘no matter’. ‘You are going to start getting plenty soon’. ‘Wanna see it’?
Standing where she can see me. The cunt seems not to want to look at me though.
Thinking. Fuck her. Well. Since you insist I will do just that.
Striping off my shirt. Rubbing my hairy chest. I know she peeks. Watching her eyes.
Kicking my shoes off. Taking my socks off too. Head turned away. Betting myself she takes a peek at my cock though.
Zipping my fly down slowly. Letting the bulge in my jockey shorts come into view. My stomach just as hairy as my chest. Dull red, curly and thick.
Letting my jeans just fall down my legs to be kicked off and pushed to the side.
‘Ready to see your cock baby’? Her eyes jerk as she peeks.
Pushing my shorts down and letting my cock come free to stick out straight at her.
She looks, sneers. ‘You call that a cock’? ‘I’ve seen bigger dicks on poodles’.
Laughing. ‘Maybe you have Rosario but this one is my favorite dick in all the world and before this little session is over it is over it will be the cock you know best in all the world too’. ‘It is going to fuck every hole you have over and over’. ‘Get sucked and licked by that hot, pretty mouth of yours’. ‘Fuck you deep in your throat and spurt cum in your cunt, your ass and your mouth’.
‘Fuck you asshole’. ‘Stick that in my mouth and I will bite it off’.
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The Hedron

A girls mother gives her an ancient hedron as a child with an old magic upon it. Now much older in her early twenties and she is to discover what power it grisly has.

Not given a chance (chapter 3)

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice 😛 I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.