Snuff

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Greta

The evening wind whispered a cool hello to Greta as she walked home that evening. Greta felt her nipples harden through her blouse and her pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up brassiere with seamless soft molded cups, elegant sheer straps, and a low sexy V-cut center neckline.
Greta’s huge pink upturned nipples hardened perceptively and she suddenly felt a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting. Greta sat down on a bench and was suddenly overtaken by indigestion, & nausea. Her huge areolas bubbled perceptively in the cool evening air. Her nipple shafts were long, hard and upturned.
“Oh my golly gosh goodness!” said Greta “I felt the cool evening wind . That made my nipples hard. I have huge nipples. Lucky for me that I have this pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up brassiere with seamless soft molded cups, elegant sheer straps, and a low sexy V-cut center neckline. It’s the only brassiere that covers my huge nipples well. In any event, the cool wind made the blood rush to my huge pink upturned nipples, hardening them when I suddenly felt a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting. I sat down on this bench and was suddenly overtaken by indigestion, & nausea.”
Suddenly Greta felt abdominal discomfort, agitation, anxiety, constipation, decreased sex drive, diarrhea and loose stools, bloating, dry mouth, fatigue, gas, dry eyes and mouth, decreased appetite, chills, inability to sleep, and hives. Greta still felt nauseous and she forcefully expulsed the contents of her stomach through her mouth and nose; vomiting gelatinous chunks of bile into the cool evening.
Greta looked down at the gelatinous chunks of retchy puke she ralphed.
“No wonder I threw up” exclaimed Greta, “My stomach was full of puke!”
Greta’s cell phone rang.
“Hello, this is Greta on my cellular telephone.” said Greta.
“Greta, this is Robert. I’m calling you on your cellular telephone because I am in urgent need of a loud and sloppy helmet scrub” said Robert. He was referring to the way Greta would put the head of his penis into her mouth and loudly slurp her tongue around the mushroom head of his rock hard shwantzolla.
“Romance! How romantic! Maybe that would do me some good.” replied Greta, “I’m sitting now because I was just walking and the cool night air made my nipples hard. You know, I have huge nipples. Lucky for me that I have on my pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up big nipple brassiere with seamless soft molded cups, elegant sheer straps, and a low sexy V-cut center neckline. It’s the only brassiere that covers my huge nipples well. In any event, the cool wind made the blood rush to my huge pink upturned nipples, hardening them when I suddenly felt a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting. I sat down on this bench and was suddenly overtaken by indigestion, & nausea. Suddenly I felt abdominal discomfort, agitation, anxiety, constipation, decreased sex drive, diarrhea and loose stools, bloating, dry mouth, fatigue, gas, dry eyes and mouth, decreased appetite, chills, inability to sleep, and hives. I still felt nauseous so I forcefully expulsed the contents of my stomach through my mouth and nose; vomiting gelatinous chunks of bile into the cool evening. It was gross, but that’s what Jesus wanted. Who am I to complain? I feel much better now. I’m moist and a little horny. I‘m glad you called me on my cellular telephone”
Greta shifted slightly and her pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up brassiere with seamless soft molded cups, elegant sheer straps, and a low sexy V-cut center neckline shifted slightly on her thin upper body allowing her huge nippled breasts to shift slightly in the aforementioned big nipple push-up brassiere. Greta felt as comfortable as sexy allows.
Greta thought about what it would be like to give Robert a loud and sloppy helmet scrub. Greta had tried to suck on Robert’s shwantz but his cock smelled like old pepperoni, ammonia, old fish and arm pit. Greta decided to tea bag him, but his balls were rank. They smelled like ammonia, limburger and, old sweat socks.
Greta skipped sucking his sack and tried tossing his salad while giving him a reach around. His ass was hairy and his bunger was crusted over with stiff His poop hatch tasted like a dutch oven of rotting vegetation, air biscuits, flatus, cut cheese and quief. Greta decided to put the head of Robert’s penis into her mouth and loudly slurp her tongue around the mushroom head of his rock hard shwantzolla.
Robert awoke her from her revelry.
“After you give me a loud and sloppy helmet scrub I could give your tampon socket a sniff. I’ll tell you if it smells like a dead old goat or something of that nature.
That way, if it doesn’t smell like a dead old goat or something of that nature, you can present it to any respectable man with confidence. You will know that your honey pot doesn’t smell like a dead old goat or something of that nature.” Robert explained, “Then I can come and sniff your snapper periodically so that if it ever does smell like a dead old goat or something of that nature, and you are unable to discern that on your own, I will be there to tell you. Then you will know that you are unable to discern if your box smells like a dead old goat or something of that nature on your own. I can continue to assist you by sniffing your meat wallet periodically on a preset schedule set to your convenience. ”
Robert admired the satin luster of his richly detailed tortoise shell snuff box as he
took a pinch of the dry European apricot smokeless tobacco nasal snuff within out with his pinky fingernail, brought it to his nose and awaited Greta’s reply.
Greta knew giving Robert a loud and wet helmet scrub wouldn’t be like driving to St Louis. It wouldn’t be like waterskiing on a warm summer afternoon, knew that licking the piss slit of Robert’s groin sausage wouldn’t be like making meatballs by combining 1 pound of ground beef, 1/2 pound of ground lean pork,1/2 pound of ground veal,1 cup of Italian bread crumbs, 2 eggs, 4 cloves of chopped garlic, 2 teaspoons of oregano, 1 teaspoons of basil,1/2 teaspoons of rosemary, and 1/2 cup of chopped fresh parsley, mixing all the ingredients well and forming medium sized meatballs then frying them in small amounts of fat until they are brown.
Greta considered going home and putting on her size 3 light weight cotton skirt with a tiny petal print running through the skirt, and a large floral print along the hem. She knew she could count on the skirt’s amazing pleats at the bust area to give her perky 34B breasts a flattering look. Greta knew she wouldn’t wear her pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up brassiere with seamless soft molded cups, elegant sheer straps, and a low sexy V-cut center neckline with the aforementioned skirt. Forgoing the comfortable fit, the ultra-soft lining, the smooth, contoured shape and the superior figure enhancing effect of the fine brassiere, Jeanie was counting on the size 3 light weight cotton skirt’s amazing pleats at the bust area to give her perky 34B breasts a flattering look. To wear her pink 34B 82% nylon, 12% spandex 6% silk seamless elegant and sexy push-up brassiere with the size 3 light weight cotton skirt would be superfluous considering the skirt’s amazing pleats at the bust which would give any woman’s bust a flattering look.
The evening blew cool through thistle bramble and pine. Greta thought about the eggplant parmesan she had the previous week. Her pussy was fragrant like a seafood gumbo that had been sitting in the sun for 4 days. She needed a douche – a device used to introduce a stream of mixed with vinegar into her vagina.
had a mud flap lesbo philodendron. Twas a massive vine and it made Greta talk all biblical with the thou’s and the thee’s.
“Verily I sayeth unto thee, he was a man whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses.” (Ezekiel 23:20) said Greta as Richard snorted the dry European apricot smokeless tobacco nasal snuff.
Soon it was October 11 1958 and the United States launched its first moon rocket named “Pioneer”. It was not a success. Pioneer reached a distance of 79,212 miles from Earth before falling into the Pacific Ocean, so on December 21 Charles de Gaulle was elected President of France. Greta’s psoriasis kicked in with its inflammation and scaly patches. A week later, Greta caught a virus after she installed the google on the internets in her computer and she died.
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Ronnie’s Hot Date

Ronnie combed his hair and considered his options. His top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket with zip out lining, 7″ fringe, snap front pockets, decorative conchos, and a handy inside chest pocket smelled warm and leathery. This was a problem for Ronnie. His top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket gave him a boner. It was the smell and the warm damp leather feel of the jacket. The constant motion of the fringe did something to warmly tickle his scrotum.
Ronnie had been out for more than four hours in his top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket and he’d had an erection the whole time. He knew he should call a doctor and tell them he had a stiffy for over four hours.
Ronnie didn’t had health insurance, so he did not have a doctor. He knew of a drug dealer called “Doctor James”. Dr James attended the local collage for a year and a half. Ronnie decided to give him a call.
Ronnie rang up Doctor James on his cellular telephone.
“Doctor James.” said Ronnie, “I’m calling you because I’ve had an erection for over four hours.”
“Truly I saith unto thee, wank the flank, dude yank on the tube steak until you shoot out your warm sticky baby batter cream corn. That should do it.” Offered Doctor James
“I’d do that, but I can’t now. I’m out in public shopping for a small shank titanium trombone mouthpiece.” explained Ronnie. “I prefer a 24.62mm rim diameter and a .979 inches throat. It’s a medium size Jazz mouthpiece with a shallow cup. It produces a warmer fuller sound than
most mouthpieces. It has an even response, great projection, and is a comfort to play.”
“Besides”, continued Ronnie “This is a problem whose solution is much more complicated than just slappin’ the hog. You know my top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket with zip out lining, 7″ fringe, snap front pockets, decorative conchos, and a handy inside chest pocket?”
“Yes” replied Doctor James, “That is a fine looking jacket. Excellent sartorial pronouncement. It’s like a jelly in a cream covered in chocolate. A truffle with sleeves. A fringed fluffernutter.”
“Well, the jacket is the problem.” offered Robert. “It gives me a boner.”
“It gives you a boner?” replied a startled Doctor James. That’s one magic jacket. It’s like a warm and leathery Viagra. That would explain it.”
“Explain what?” asked Ronnie.
“Well” began Doctor James slowly, “Whenever I see you in that top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket, I want to kneel down before you, unzip your pants, and slurp your still flaccid penis into my warm and thirsty mouth; feeling it stiffen as I wrap my arms around your hips and squeeze your manly buttocks. That’s not going to help you in your current predicament.”
“Well what would you suggest?” asked a desperate Ronnie.
Doctor James paused and took his 1 1/4″ diameter, fancy center Celtic weave solid silver snuff box out of his shirt pocket. He opened the box and took a pinch of the P?l Tabak Gawith Apricot snuff out, brought it up to his nostril and sniffed.
“What you need,” began Doctor James slowly “is some junk. Heroin. That will make you limp.”
“What do I owe you for your advice, Doctor James?” asked Ronnie
“Thou shalt truly tithe all the increase of thy seed, that the field bringeth forth year by year.” (Deuteronomy 14:22) said Doctor James.
“Cool.“ said Ronnie. He hung up, bought some heroin from a catholic priest. The priest explained the heroin kept him away from the young boys.
Ronnie shot up in the bathroom of a laundry mat. His boner was gone. Ronnie decided to write an email to a girl named Leslie he met about a month earlier at a church social.
Dear Leslie,
How are you? I am fine. I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve hardly had time to enjoy the summer. I guess it really helps keep a guy out of trouble…hahaha
Well, I noticed you at church last Sunday, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to you. You know Leslie, the good lord has blessed us all with gifts we should use to bring him honor and praise. It was obvious when I look at you that the good Lord had blessed you with a decent rack which could draw the attention of most males of the specie. A guy would want to procreate with you based on your cute face and perky breasts. A guy would attempt to engage in in harmless banal conversation, attempting to draw your interest, make you laugh, and just feel comfortable with him. In this way he would hope to gain your trust. His aim with all this cloak and dagger subterfuge would be to get you alone in a place where he could fondle your breasts and get them out of your shirt and brassiere. Once the aforementioned male got your breasts out of your brassiere, he would have an enhanced feeling of arousal and would want to put your pink upturned nipples into his mouth and suck upon them as he rubbed his rock hard penal boner into your mons deferens region. In this way, perhaps your stench trench would become sufficiently lubricated so as to allow the male’s penal boner entry into your quivering quim where he would be able to shoot a load of baby batter into your bearded clammy gash perhaps impregnating you. Perhaps we can talk about this and Jesus over coffee.
Let me know!
Signed, Ronnie
Ronnie went to purchase small shank titanium trombone mouthpiece with a 24.62mm rim diameter and a .979 inches throat. When he checked his email later, Leslie had sent him a reply. She wanted to meet the next day at a coffee shop in her neighborhood. Ronnie went home and took off His top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket. When the junk wore off, he boner came back. Ronnie felt that this was due to his close proximity to the aforementioned top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket. Ronnie heated up some cream corn on the stove and put it in a rubber glove. He put the rubber glove over his schwantzolla and yanked until he shot a hot jet of baby batter into the warm cream corn glove.
The next day, Leslie woke up, smiled her sunny smile took a shower and now paused and pondered the dilemma before her. She was in quite a quandary. Should she wear her incredibly lightweight small blue fashion mesh low-rise 100% nylon mesh cotton crotch elastic lace trim thong, or her imported one size fits most sexy simple and comfortable ruffle turquoise nylon/spandex thong with cotton lined crotch? She decided to call her friend Jack and ask him.
“Hello, Jack?” said Leslie
“Yes” said Jack
“I’m meeting this guy I met at a church social at a coffee shop. I just took a shower and I can’t decide if I should wear my incredibly lightweight small blue fashion mesh low-rise 100% nylon mesh cotton crotch elastic lace trim thong, or my imported one size fits most sexy simple and comfortable ruffle turquoise nylon/spandex thong with cotton lined crotch. I also want to make sure my cunt doesn’t smell like a dead old goat. I’d sure want to get the dead old goat smell out of my cockpit before I’d present it to any respectable man, and this Ronnie guy is a god fearing patriotic respectable man. I gave my honey pot a double douche but Jack; I need you to come over and sniff my cooter and tell me if it smells like a dead old goat or something of that nature. Can you come over and give it a quick sniff this morning?”
Suddenly, Jack’s mouth tasted like the Devil Satan Beelzebub himself had shot a huge load of his hot satanic baby batter out of his huge warty satanic shlong into right into Jack’s gapping wide yapper. Jack popped a couple of breath mints and experienced a powerful burst of breath cleansing action that cleansed his mouth by neutralizing the hot satanic baby batter taste. Jack could feel the power of the slippery elm, aloe vera and the natural oil of peppermint sooth and comfort the inside of his mouth.
“Sure I can come by and give your groin trout a sniff” said Jack
Later, Ronnie met Leslie at the coffee shop. They sat a window table with their lattes and talked.
“Praise Jesus I just love to fart!” exclaimed and excited Ronnie. “I have a nice wrangler ass bubble butt that looks delectably juicy in faded skintight jeans or tight and squeaky shiny and squeaky vibrating vinyl or leather pants! I love to rip ass in my tight jeans with no underwear or slide around on a vinyl seat in a bar or restaurant with my leather pants on so I can dig the vibration and sexy fart sounds that it makes. I just love to fart in my black leather pants. The way it smells with the leather gets me hot. My farts smell like eggs or broccoli! Yippie! I’d love to sit on each of your faces and let loose a loud vibrating ripper through my tight jeans! It would smell like rotten deviled eggs!”
“Oh my gosh” replied Leslie, “I’m really into sniffing and sucking in guy’s farts.” Explained Leslie, “My older brother and his friends used to sit on my face and fart when I was a kid. Now, I dig it when guys sit on my face and fart or I’ll rim their asshole while they fart. When I rim them I suck the fart into my lungs and I also put my nose in their asshole when they fart and sniff in all that lovely goodness. I dated one guy who would have me sit under a rim seat while he watched TV and drank cheap beer and he’d fart for HOURS…really, he could fart anytime, anywhere, non-stop. It was amazing and it still gives me a wet beaver just thinking about it. Several times I’ve cum without touching myself when guys have been farting in my face. That’s always the best orgasm I have. Wish I could meet more guys who would be into farting in a good Christian lady’s face for whatever reason.”
Ronnie nervously played with the , 7″ fringe on his top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket. He had a huge boner.
“By the way, I have huge nipples.” continued Leslie. “There’s only one kind of regular bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well. It’s not like my tits are really big, I’m just average, but my nipples are huge.” Leslie went on, gently shrugging her shoulders, pushing her breasts together. “Like it’s asking too much for a bra to cover my nipples. It‘s the cross I bear through this short life.”
“I see” replied a befuddled Ronnie.
Leslie was intrigued by this handsome man in the top grain brown buffed buffalo fringe leather jacket with zip out lining, 7” fringe, snap front pockets, decorative conchos, and a handy inside chest pocket that smelled warm and leathery. She wondered what it would be like sucking his tube steak. She knew it wouldn’t be like driving to Cleveland. She knew it wouldn’t be like smelling pork chops cooking in Chicago. She knew it wouldn’t be like playing the trombone in a top hat. She knew it wouldn’t be like smoking a clove cigarette. She knew it wouldn’t be like eating a cheese omelet. She knew it wouldn’t be like listening to the Grateful Dead on LSD-25.
“Oh my gosh golly goodness!” Said Leslie, “You’re so passionate and romantic. Call ME a romantic, but I was just wondering what it would be like to suck on your man sausage.”
They left the coffee shop and went to the Leslie’s apartment. At this point, Ronnie’s trivial banter had succeeded in gaining Leslie’s confidence, her curiosity, her trust so that Leslie compromised herself in a way which enabled Ronnie to have access to her bared huge nippled breasts. The sight of Leslie’s large nipples enhanced Ronnie already aroused state in such a way as to make his incredibly rock hard penis even harder. At that time, Ronnie fondled and sucked Leslie’s average sized huge nippled fun sacks as he touched her upper thighs and teased her. Leslie became sexually aroused enough so that she was willing to allow Ronnie to insert his rigid rod into her hot wet quivering quim. She assumed the doggie position. Ronnie decided to ram his sperm nozzle up Leslie’s chocolate starfish instead and pump her rump for a bit until he couldn’t help but shoot a huge wad of spermy jizz ejaculate in Leslie’s cornhole. In that way, Ronnie could be sure that he wouldn’t impregnate Leslie, even though he knew an infant born of this encounter would obtain ample nourishment from Leslie’s big nipple fun bags. He didn’t want the responsibility that bringing a child into the world would bring, so he fucked Leslie up her poop chute while she wore her big nipple brassiere.
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Botched Ransom

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don’t read it if this isn’t your cup of tea. Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine. If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy…

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A night with Nicole

I met Nicole one afternoon on one of those telephone-dating services. You know, one of those deals where the service lets you exchange messages back and forth. Well to get you hooked they give us guys an hour for free, so being bored that day I decided to try it out. Nicole was the third woman I talked to and I knew almost immediately that she was going to work. She was 25, single and had just moved into a new apartment. Alone. We exchanged messages back and forth for about 30 minutes and then she offered to let me call her directly at home. I took her up on it. I used call block to make sure that her caller ID didn’t pick up my number and I gave her a ring. We talked for about an hour and then I asked her if she was busy that evening and she said that she wasn’t. We agreed to go out to dinner. She lived about an hour away but for what I had planned that was perfect. Working local is too dangerous. After getting directions I told her that I would be there in about two hours and we said our good-byes. I went to prepare for my first kill.
First I took two Viagra pills so I wouldn’t be “let down” after an orgasm or two and then I took a long shower and got dressed. She sounded like the cowgirl type so I put on my Wranglers, Ropers and a nice long sleeved shirt. I was looking good. Next, I took two long scarves that I had recently bought and hid them in my left sock. I also took two pair of medical gloves and hid them in the other sock. They were undetectable. Finally I checked my wallet and made sure I had my condoms. All three of them were there. The drive to her house was uneventful and I made it in just over an hour. She gave good directions. I spent the entire trip fantasizing about what I was going to do to her. I had had these fantasies for many years but lately the pressure had become too much and Nicole was the girl who was going to relieve it for me.
I arrived at her apartment around 5:30 P.M. just as it was getting dark. This was good because I didn’t want any nosy neighbors to be able to identify me but just to be safe I parked a ways down from her door. I walked up and knocked on her door. She quickly answered and invited me in. She was even more beautiful than she had described herself as. She was 5’6”, 110 lbs, with short blond hair that left her vulnerable neck totally exposed. I like that. She was wearing a very short black dress and a low cut blouse that more than showed off her 36c tits. Her smile was awesome and as she gave me the grand tour of her apartment all I could think about was how easy this girl was going to be.
She finished showing me around and then said that since I was early she needed to finish getting ready. That’s OK, so did I. When she was safely locked in her bathroom I removed one pair of the gloves and put them on and then took one of the scarves out and put it in my back pocket for quick access. As she finished up I quickly made sure that I hadn’t made any mistakes. To the best of my knowledge I hadn’t been seen and I was careful not to touch anything so I didn’t leave any prints. So far so good. I was ready.
She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and went into her large walk-in closet. She left the door open and I could see that she was looking for something on the top shelf. She had her back to me so I knew that this would be the perfect time. She had her back to me as I quietly walked up behind her with the scarf stretched taut between my hands. I took and lifted it over her head and around her thin pretty neck. I pulled back hard!!
She immediately put up a hell of a fight but I knew that she had no chance. She was just too small. She was throwing her fists and elbows at first and trying to stomp on my feet but I was expecting this and I simply dodged her blows and pulled the scarf tighter as she tried to fight. Her face quickly became beet-red and in less than 30 seconds I could feel her weakening some. Instead of trying to hit me she was now just trying to get air by pulling at the scarf but it was simply too tight. She couldn’t get a finger underneath it. At about the one-minute point I pulled down on the scarf and forced her to the floor where she continued kicking and pulling at the scarf. Her face was a deep purple now and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. I was rock hard! Finally she started to lose control. Her muscles began to twitch at first and then she started convulsing. When that happened I knew it was over. She tried to fight a little more but her brain was no longer controlling her muscles. 30 seconds later her hands fell limply to the ground and her legs twitched a couple of times and then went limp also. I waited a few more seconds and then loosened the scarf. Checking her pulse I found that she wasn’t dead, only unconscious. Good. Moving fast, I removed her blouse and bra and just stared at those beautiful perky tits of hers. They were awesome! I wanted to play with them right then but I didn’t have time. Flipping her onto her belly I pulled her hands behind her and tied them tightly with the scarf. Once restrained, I picked her up under her arms and drug her backwards into her bedroom and let her collapse onto the floor. I started to undress and as I did she began to stir. I finished stripping and by now she was semi-conscious, moaning softly on the floor. I pulled her to her knees as I sat on the side of the bed and pushed my rock hard 8-inch cock to her lips. I told her that if she fought back I would kill her. She resisted at first but when my hands found their way around her neck she got smart. She took only a little at first but I fixed that by pushing down on her head and forcing it all the way down her throat. You should have heard her gag that first time. I almost came. I continued to push her head up and down on my cock until she got the idea. Finally she was doing it right and was even using her tongue a little. This girl had some experience. Finally I told her that the faster that she made me cum, the faster I would be gone so she really went to work then and within 5 minutes I exploded into her mouth and down her throat. She tried to pull back but I held her down until she had swallowed every last drop. As my cock went limp and my juices drained into her mouth I pulled out and lifting her to her feet, I pushed her backwards onto her bed. When I started removing her mini-skirt she started crying and said, “I thought you were going to leave after I got you off?” I just laughed as I ripped her red panties off of her and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly I realized that I had almost made a huge mistake. I got off of the bed and got a condom out of my wallet. I couldn’t chance leaving any DNA in her pussy. I had just finished putting it on when the stupid bitch tried to scream and made a break for it; but I was too quick. I grabbed her, pushed her hard back onto the bed and shoved her panties down her throat. I told her that one more stupid stunt like that would cost her her life. She must have believed me because she didn’t try it again. Problem solved. I took the panties out of her mouth and threw them on the floor. She didn’t even whimper. Next I shoved her legs apart and just stared at that pretty pink bald pussy staring back at me. And guess what? It was wet! I don’t know if it was from fear or because she was excited and I didn’t care. I lay down on top of her, guided my cock to her hole and rammed it in her as hard as I could. She stifled a scream and softly cried as I fucked her over and over as hard as I could. As I did this my hands found those big juicy tits and I began squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples. She would squirm in pain underneath me but she refused to scream. Good girl. As I did this to her I made her kiss me. She tried at first to just give me a peck on the lips but I told her to kiss me like she meant it. The next thing she knew my tongue was probing her tonsils. Next, I made her push her tongue into my mouth. I could tell that she hated that but she did it anyways. I had been fucking her for about 30 minutes when I got a new idea. I climbed off of her, grabbed her panties and shoved them back into her mouth. Next I pushed her over onto her face and spread her ass cheeks. Taking one finger I started probing her tight little ass. As I slipped it in she tried to squirm away but a few hard slaps on the ass convinced her that it was useless. I continued to finger-fuck her ass again and as I did I asked her if she had ever been butt-fucked before. She nodded yes but it was so tight that I doubted it. Who cared? I rubbed some of her pussy juices on the head of my cock and pushed it to the hole. As I pushed forward I climbed back on top of her and felt it finally break through. She screamed through her gag at first but nobody could hear it. I pushed it all the way to the hilt two or three times and then just started fucking her like it was her mouth or pussy. She was crying hard but she wasn’t fighting. It didn’t take long and in less than 5 minutes I came. Hard!!! I pushed into her as far as I could go and then let myself go limp and slide out of her. I got up and leaving her where she lay I went to her kitchen and found just what I was looking for. A garbage can sack. I opened it up and pulled it over my dick. Next, I carefully removed the condom and let it fall inside. Then I went back to the bedroom. She was still lying on her belly so I told her to turn over onto her back. She didn’t move at first but after a minute she reluctantly started to turn over. The Viagra was kicking in by this time and I was as hard as a rock again. She saw this but only turned her head. I was getting kind of tired of her and I was ready to finish so I put my second condom on, climbed back on top of her, pushed her legs apart again and shoved my cock back up into her. It went in a lot easier this time. I fucked her and pinched her tits for about 15 minutes when I finally decided that the time had arrived. I slipped my hands from her tits to her shoulders and as I slowly moved them towards her neck I whispered in her ear that I couldn’t let her go. She realized instantly what I meant and tried to push me off of her but with her hands tied it was useless. My hands found her throat instantly and I clamped them down just as tight as I could. Her eyes bulged and her tongue was starting to stick out as she kicked and squirmed underneath me but I was loving it! I kept on fucking her as her face went from red to beet-red to purple and finally to an ash-gray color. As her struggles weakened her eyes became red from the blood vessels popping and finally after only a couple of minutes she was unconscious again. Only this time I didn’t let up. In fact, I squeezed even harder and within seconds I felt and heard the soft bone in her neck give way under my thumbs and then her body started to convulse violently. Like a jackhammer or something but this only lasted for a short time. Finally she went limp for good and I felt her hot piss splashing on my balls. This feeling turned me on beyond belief and I instantly came again. By this time I knew that it was probably over but I didn’t take any chances. I strangled her with my hands as hard as I could for at least another ten minutes before I let go and took my other scarf and knotted it around her throat as tight as I could. I took a long look at her beautiful dead body and thought to myself, “Well you finally went through with it.” I smiled to myself as I climbed off of her bed. The fun was over and now it was time to work.
The first thing that I did was to remove the condom in the same way that I had done the other one. Once it was disposed of I went into the bathroom and began drawing a tub full of scalding hot water. While the tub was filling I returned to the bedroom and got dressed, making sure to put my scarves back into my socks. There was no use in taking a chance on leaving any more evidence like semen drops or pubic hair. Once dressed, I went to her body and looked. There was no doubt that she was dead. I could tell just by looking. I removed both of the scarves from her body and picking her up carefully I carried her dangling body into the bathroom and slipped her into the scalding hot water face up. I loved that look in her beautiful eyes and she didn’t even cry a bit. I then took some liquid soap that she had in her tub and squirted half of the bottle into the water. After this I looked around her house until I found a bottle of bleach and I took and dumped it into the water, too. While she was bathing I went back into the bedroom and very carefully removed all of her bedding including pillowcases and put them into the garbage sack along with the condoms. I then went in search of a vacuum cleaner. Finding it in the hall closet I immediately did a “first sweep” of her apartment. The idea was just to get any possible evidence up that the cops might find. I vacuumed from back to front and then from front to back; being careful to hit the sofa and chairs that I might have brushed up against. This took about 45 minutes and once done I went back to Nicole to see how her bath was progressing. She was fine except that a lot of her skin had started to fall off because of the hot water but I had expected that. I checked the water and found that it had cooled a bit so I went ahead and emptied the tub. Taking a washrag I began bathing her myself. Starting at her mouth I pushed the soapy rag in and began washing her mouth out. Making sure that I got deep enough to get all of the cum out that was still in there. Next I scrubbed her face, arms, torso, leg’s and turning her over I scrubbed her back down. Once again eliminating any of my evidence. Next I washed out the rag in the tub faucet and getting it soapy again I cleaned out her ass and pussy. You really have to clean carefully here because if you leave ANY cum or pubic hairs behind you are as good as a dead man. I cleaned VERY carefully. Next I started the shower and placed it to where it would splash down on her pussy. She had been dead for nearly 2 hours at this point and I was getting tired but I still had work to do. I left the shower running on her pussy and went back into the bedroom. Being careful to search everywhere I quickly found her purse, which to my surprise had over $300.00 in cash in it. I pocketed that fast. I continued my search of her place and found a hiding place in which she kept about $50.00. Maybe there was an old boyfriend she was hiding money from. Who cares? I also found some very expensive earrings and rings but I made sure not to take those because if you get caught with a dead woman’s things you are as good as dead yourself. I took about an hour searching her place for any more cash but I didn’t find any so I went back to her body. She was stiffening slowly but she still looked good. I shut off the water and rolled her with some difficulty back onto her back. Her dead eyes were more glazed than ever but they still turned me on. I was dying to fuck her one last time but I couldn’t take that chance. I remembered seeing a small tool kit in my search so I went back and got a small Phillips head screwdriver. Returning to the bathroom I unscrewed the drain from the tub removed it and threw it into my garbage sack. There would likely be hair on it. Maybe mine. Once it was removed I plugged the tub back up. After dumping more soap and bleach on her dead body and especially in her mouth, ass and pussy I re-filled it with scalding hot water. Once the tub was full I shut it off and making sure that I had left absolutely nothing behind, including prints, I shut and locked the door. I walked back through her apartment wiping possible prints. Once that was done I threw that rag into the bag, too. My final job was to re-vacuum. This time I started at the back of the apartment and worked to the front door. When I finished I removed the dirt bag completely and threw it into my garbage bag. I looked out the door and seeing nobody I quickly stepped out with the bag in hand, locking her door with her own keys and then throwing them into the bag along with my medical gloves. I walked to my car, threw the bag in the back and drove away. About an hour later I came to a deserted area where I thoroughly burned the contents of the bag, except the keys, which I buried. I arrived home at about 5:00 A.M. totally exhausted. I took a long hot shower and went to bed. The next day I made sure that I washed all of my clothes from the night before. I watched the news that evening and sure enough her mother had discovered her strangled body that morning while I was asleep. According to the reporter the police had no clues or suspects. I followed the story for a week before it faded out of the news completely. Did I get away with it? Well it has been over 3 years now and I am still free. Does that answer your question? Nicole was my first but she wasn’t my last.

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A Night with Tina

This is the true story of my second strangling of a young woman. The only difference between Nicole and Tina is that this wasn’t a rape/murder. There have been five women/girls to date that I have snuffed and I am currently talking to a sixth one. I don’t know yet whether she will make it or not but I will let you know. In the mean time here is the story of my encounter with Tina.
A few months after I strangled Nicole on that cool fall evening, the urges began to get strong again. Since Nicole, I was involved in two short-term relationships with women that I knew from my past and both had gone badly. I did not kill either of them because too many people knew us and the golden rule of murder is to never ever kill anyone you know or who knows you.
I began chatting on IRC again shortly after the second relationship ended and within a few days I was chatting with a 28 year old woman who was living with a couple of friends, but wasn’t happy and she lived in a town which was a few hours away. She sent me her picture and she wasn’t bad looking. Not great, but better than respectable. When I chat on IRC I always spoof my IP address by using a script called “Showdown”. This prevents anyone from finding out where you really are or who you are. Anyways, after about a week I finally talked her out of her phone number and I called her up. As with Nicole, I used *67 call block to make sure that my number didn’t register with her caller ID if she had it. She sounded pleasant enough and I really wanted to go meet her but when I finally broached the subject she said that she wanted to come to my place for a few days. Well this wasn’t the way I liked it but hell, I was pretty hard up and even if I couldn’t kill her I could at least have a lot of fun with her and after I was done she could leave if she didn’t like it. We talked for an hour or so that night and finally I eased her into the subject of sex. She responded positively and said that she was open to new ideas, which made me smile, but I was really surprised that she didn’t balk when I told her that I really got off on having sex with a woman who was tied up. In fact, she said that she had done that on other occasions and kind of liked it, too. Of course I didn’t mention the fact that once she was tied up I planned on choking her because I didn’t want to scare her off. We made plans for her to come to my place the next evening. I gave her specific directions on how to get to my town and told her to call me when she got here and I would get her the rest of the way. I had absolutely no intention of killing Tina because she lived with friends and I assumed that she would tell them where she was going so if she came up missing then the cops would be at my door. I was only going to have my fun with her and send her on her way.
The next evening around 9:30 P.M. my phone rang. It was her. She was in town and when she told me her location I realized she was only a block or so away. I gave her directions to my apartment. 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there she was. Damn she looked good. She was 5’4’’ and even though she weighed around 140 pounds, it seemed to be distributed right. Especially in her 32C tits. She had short dark hair and green eyes and was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I invited her in and as soon as she walked through my door I shut and locked it and then took her into my arms for an introductory hug that quickly escalated into a hot, hard kiss. My hands moved all over her body and quickly worked their way up her shirt to her firm round tits. She didn’t even try to resist as I worked under her bra and began feeling her nipples. Man, were they nice and hard. This went on for a few minutes and then we came up for air. I made us a drink and we sat on the sofa and talked. The first thing I did was ask her if she wanted to call her friends to let them know that she had arrived safely but to my total shock and surprise she replied that she never told them that she was going anywhere. In fact, she had packed her bag that morning and left straight from work. I questioned her a bit about this but according to her she and her friends weren’t really close and she didn’t think that she should have to tell them what she was doing or where she was going. She also told me that she was over three months behind on her car note and they were trying to repo it. At least her car was safe here, she said. We talked on and finally I was convinced that this woman was alone in my apartment and absolutely nobody knew where she was or who she was with. My plans were starting to change.
We talked for a while longer and had a few more drinks. I could tell that she was really starting to loosen up when she laid her head down in my lap and kicked her feet up just like she was at home. As we continued talking my hands found their way down her shirt again and this time she arched her back for me as I gently pinched her nipples. I was ready. I sat her up and again began kissing her, but this time as my hands roamed freely under her shirt I worked them to the back and removed her bra. There was no resistance. After her titty bag was completely removed I tossed it on the floor and lifted her shirt over her head and off. It accompanied the bra on the floor. I sat back and admired her tits for a moment before my mouth found her nipples and began sucking them hungrily. She was really getting into it; moaning, arching her back and pushing my head to her tits. I stopped for only a second to remove my own shirt and then went back to her body. As my mouth explored her nipples I worked my hands to her shorts, undid them and slid my right hand inside. Again no resistance. My fingers went past her mound of pubic hair and found their way to her pussy lips. This bitch was hot and wet and I immediately began rubbing her clit, which only made her moan louder. She didn’t waste any time and helped herself out of her shorts and panties and before I knew it, this little tramp was completely naked on my couch. Well I couldn’t have her naked alone so I stood up and finished getting undressed myself. When I was done I was standing naked in front of her with my 8-inch cock standing out stiff as a board. She took it in her hands and guided it right to her mouth. This woman was a freak. She sucked me hard and long, taking me deep into her mouth, but not deep enough. I worked myself back to the couch, sat down and guided her to her knees in front of me. I put both hands on the back of her head and began pushing my cock deeper into her throat. The third time I pushed she gagged but didn’t complain so I did it again. Longer. Still no complaints. Finally after about a half hour of my dick going down her throat I was ready to cum but I didn’t want to do it just yet. I was saving it all for one big blow. I stood up and taking her by the hand, I led her to my bedroom and my queen size waterbed. She started to lie down but I pulled her to her feet and asked her if she was still interested in letting me tie her up. I really didn’t care if she let me or not. It was going to happen one way or the other but she gave me a coy smile and said, “sure, you aren’t going to hurt me are you?” Of course I told her no. I made her turn around with her back facing me and I took three tie straps out of the drawer next to my bed. Now these are the type of straps that you buy at a hardware store to secure wire or small pipes together. They are about 10 inches long and less than an inch wide but once they are secured to something they can’t come loose unless they are cut off. I secured one around each of her wrists just tight enough that she couldn’t slip out of them but loose enough that they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I then took the third one and looped it between the two on her wrists and pulled it as tightly as I could. Now she was totally secure with absolutely no way of getting loose. She asked me what I had tied her up with and when I told her she said that she had never had somebody do that to her and called me a “kinky boy”. Little did she know. I turned her around and began kissing her again as I slowly lowered her down onto the bed and then onto her back. I helped her get straight on the bed with her head on a pillow and then I climbed on top of her. I asked her if her arms were OK and she said that they were fine. I really didn’t care but I thought that it was nice to ask. She spread her short little legs and I positioned my cock to her pussy. My left hand was playing with her tits again as my right hand guided my cock slowly into her. She was tight. Not tight like Nicole had been, but it was good. Unlike Nicole, She was very wet and my cock slid down into her. I quickly fell into a rhythm and as I pumped her pussy she began moving her hips to my beat. This girl knew how to fuck. Too bad tonight was going to be her last performance. I continued playing with her tits for a few minutes and then slowly moved them upwards to her head and face area. We were kissing hard and as I moved them from her head to her shoulders and then to her throat she seemed totally unconcerned. My heart was beating hard as I realized that I was about to strangle this bitch. I knew that like Nicole, once I started there could be no stopping. She was still oblivious as my hands wrapped around her neck and slowly started to choke off her air. At first she didn’t say anything but as I gradually squeezed harder she said “baby, your hands”. I totally ignored her and continued to ever so slowly tighten my grip. A few seconds later she gasped out, “Hey stop, I can’t breathe”. Again I just ignored her and kept on squeezing. Finally she started kicking her legs out and I could barely hear her when she wheezed, “Fucking stop, you’re hurting me”. Well that was it, time to go all the way. I clamped down as tight as I could with my thumbs pressing hard into the base of her neck, cutting off all of her air. She tried to gasp and wheeze for a few more seconds but that stopped quickly and the only sound that I heard was a rattling noise coming from down in her chest. She was still very conscious however and was kicking her legs, even though she really couldn’t hurt me and she was squirming with all of her might to get out from under me but it was useless. I watched her face as it went from beet-red to a darker red and as it began to turn purple her tongue pushed out of her mouth and her eyes began to bulge. I continued strangling her as hard as I could and as her face began turning a gray ash color her eyes, which were half open, began turning red from the blood vessels that had burst. Shortly after I noticed her eyes, her struggles weakened considerably. Instead of kicking she now was just convulsing uncontrollably and she had no strength at all to try to squirm out from under me any longer. It was almost over. Finally her legs fell to the bed and the only movements after that was an occasional twitch of her leg or arm. When I looked back into her nearly dead eyes something there just overwhelmed me and I came inside of her dying cunt. Oh did I ever cum. When I was finally spent I thought that I was going to pass out. It felt that good. I knew that at this point it was all but over so I pressed my thumbs with all of my might into the base of her neck and snapped her hyoid bone, effectively killing her. I continued squeezing for several more minutes and then let go and collapsed on top of her. I was exhausted and my arms and hands were completely worn out but I had to do something with the body and quick.
As I got off of her I realized that I had made what could have been a fatal error. I hadn’t used a condom. As with Nicole I went to the bathroom and filled my tub up with extremely hot, scalding water and added lots of soap and bleach. Next I went back to the bedroom and cut her restraints loose. Her arms just hung at her sides as I carried her to the bathroom and slid her into the hot water face down. She didn’t cry or anything. While she was soaking in my tub I found her purse and went through it. There was $70.00 in cash, her ID, keys and some credit cards. I pocketed the cash and her keys and then put everything else, including all of her clothing into a trash sack. Next, I took all of the linen from my bed and put it in the washing machine. I then went back to Tina and began bathing her. I took a washrag and washed out her dead pussy as well as I possibly could and then scrubbed down every inch of her body twice. I emptied the tub and then positioned her body so that the showerhead ran scalding hot water over her pussy. While she was finishing up I tried to figure out how I was going to get rid of her body. I lived upstairs so it would be a major risk to carry her down stairs without someone seeing me. I racked my brains for nearly an hour before I came up with the perfect plan.
I went into my closet and got my old Army duffel bag. If you have ever been in the service then you know just how much shit you can pack into one of those things. Well I went and got Tina out of the tub and carried her to the living room where I sat her down on the floor. Next, I went to my kitchen and got two more trash sacks and a roll of duct tape out of the cabinet. I covered her upper body with one sack and her lower body with the other and connected them with the duct tape. Simple. Or so I thought. Next I went to put her in the duffel bag and that’s when the problem happened. Her damn legs wouldn’t bend and I couldn’t get her all of the way down in it. She was short enough to fit but she was getting stiff. I pulled her out and taking a baseball bat I broke both of her legs in three places. The shin, the knee and the upper leg. Then I re-fastened the bags around her and this time she fit easily into the duffel bag without a problem. Finally I went to get dressed and then carried the sack with her clothes and stuff in it down to her car and put it in the trunk. Now for the hard part. I went back upstairs and putting my arms through the shoulder straps of my duffel bag, I slowly picked her up. She was a lot heavier than I had expected but that was because I was carrying dead weight. I was afraid that the straps might break but Uncle Sam makes pretty sturdy stuff and I made it downstairs without any problems. I got to her trunk, looked around to make sure nobody was outside at 2:30 in the morning and then slid the bag off of my shoulders and into the trunk of her car. Whew! That was fun. I went back upstairs and got a pair of gloves and put them on. I then locked up and went back down to her car, got in and drove away. I had no idea where I was going at first so I just drove. I had driven about two hours when I came to a very secluded part of the countryside with some old dirt roads. I took one of them and before long I was way back in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car, got out and went to the trunk to get her body. I carried her in the duffel bag for at least a half of a mile into the woods where I decided to dump her. There was no way that someone would find her out here anytime soon. I was miles from any civilization. I pulled her out of the duffel bag, removed the trash sacks and dumped her strangled, dead body down into what looked like a ravine or something. I walked back to her car and drove away. Once back on the highway I realized that I had a second problem. Her car. I drove around awhile longer when it dawned on me that she had said that the repo company was looking for her car. Perfect. After burning the bag of clothes and her purse and stuff I drove back to my town and went to an all night Super Wal-mart near my house and walked home. The next morning I got up and called the car company anonymously and told them that a car that they were looking for was parked at the Wal-mart if they wanted to come get it. I then went back to sleep and slept the rest of the day.
I watched the news and read the papers for a couple of weeks from Tina’s hometown but nobody ever reported her missing. Too bad. About 6 months passed until her body, or what was left of it, was found. It seems a hunter’s dog had brought back a hand and the hunter called the cops. They searched and eventually found what was left of Tina’s body but according to the TV news reports there was too much decomposition to even tell if it was a man or woman or how they died. Basically, the elements had stolen any evidence. I had done it again.

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A Night with Megan

Megan had to have been the hottest teenage girl that I have ever seen in my life. At 17 she was just barely five feet tall and weighed about 120 pounds. With her dark hair and piercing blue eyes she was a knockout, but what really set her apart as far as I was concerned was her huge, perfectly proportioned 38C tits and her tight little ass that she always liked to flaunt. Before I continue with what I did with her let me explain how I was able to meet this girl. Megan was the friend of my girlfriend’s roommate. Yeah, my girlfriend has a younger girl living with her, which I don’t mind at all. Her name is Amanda and she is pretty hot herself, but it would have been way to difficult to do to her what I had planned for Megan. And besides, Megan was just so damn beautiful. Of course my girlfriend was willing to give me sex the way that I liked it. Choking her and pretending to rape her but pretending was starting to get old after a year of dating. It had been almost two years since I had strangled Tina to death and dumped her and the urge was just too strong to do it again for real.
I knew that I was violating my own first rule of rape and murder by doing someone that I knew but with the plan that I came up with and the way it worked out the risks were minimal. One night about two months after she started coming over to the house my girlfriend and I were there along with Amanda and Megan. We needed to go to the store to get some things for dinner but both of our cars were in the shop and my girlfriend wasn’t feeling well so Megan offered to go. She had been drinking a little so it didn’t take a lot of persuasion to talk her out of the keys. I went to the local Wal-mart and picked up our groceries but before I checked out I slipped over to the automotive section and had a duplicate set of keys made for Megan’s car. I slipped these onto my personal ring and then headed home. Step one was accomplished.
I waited patiently for a few weeks after I got her keys and then quietly started following her on a random basis. I pretty much knew her work schedule each week just from hearing them talk around the house but I wanted to know where else she went and where she liked to hang out. One thing that I noticed when she would get into her car is that she would never glance into the back seat to see who or what might be waiting for her. I started to form a plan in my mind. Her car was a midsize four-door sedan so hiding in her back seat at night would be a fairly simple task. The first thing that I had to come up with was a place to take her where nobody would hear or see anything. I took a couple of Saturdays and drove around some old dirt roads near a large river but nothing there was what I was looking for. When I was just about to give up I remembered an old fishing spot in the woods that my dad used to take me to for the weekends when I was a kid. It was about a thirty-minute drive but if it was still there it had a cabin next to a large lake with lots of wooded area and lots of privacy. It took me awhile to find it but about an hour later I was driving up to the front door. It was just like I remembered it except that it was pretty old and run down. Like nobody had lived there for years. I got out and went to the door. It wasn’t locked so I went right on in and looked around. There was still an old bed in the bedroom with a ragged mattress and some dusty, broken down furniture in the living area but other than that it was deserted. One look told me that there hadn’t been anyone here in a very long time. It was perfect. After I found the place I started going there every chance that I could in order to set things up. The first few times that I went
there I would bring a bag or two of easy mix concrete, some large jugs of water and a shovel. On one of the trips I brought a wheelbarrow that I had sitting in my storage room. I spent hours digging a hole about 100 yards away from the cabin in a dense, wooded area. I would dig about an hour or so each time and while digging I always watched and listened for other people but I never heard or saw anyone. Within a month I had a hole that was well over six feet deep and quite wide. Best of all it was so hidden by the woods that nobody would ever find it. It was now time to start getting ready. The next week I went to a large city about two hours away and purchased a stun gun with cash. Three days later, on a Friday night I packed my “snuff kit” and started watching Megan again. My “kit” consisted of the stun gun, handcuffs, tie straps to tie her up with, several pair of medical gloves, a couple of long scarves, a few heavy duty trash bags, a very sharp knife and something new this time: A Polaroid camera with three boxes of film along with a video camera.
My perfect opportunity came that night, a lot sooner than I had hoped for. She left work by herself a little after 11:00 and went home to change. She came out 20 minutes later wearing some real cock teasing clothes. She had on a halter-top that was about two sizes too small with no bra and some short shorts that were so tight that you could read a dime through the back pocket. She also had on some flip-flop type shoes with no socks. Damn my dick was hard already. I knew from what Amanda had said earlier that evening that Megan was going to Wal-mart to get something for her contacts and was then going to come over to get her. If my plan worked like I was hoping that it would she would never make it to get Amanda. I waited until she was in the store and then parked a few places down from her. It wasn’t very crowded that late at night so I put on two pair of the gloves, grabbed the rest of my kit and hurried to her car. Within 15 seconds I was waiting quietly in the back seat with the stun gun in my hand. I was really taking a chance here. If she saw me before I could shock her I would have a lot of impossible explaining to do. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute it seemed. Finally after about 10 minutes I saw her coming through her side window. I squatted down as low as possible and waited. Sure enough she simply opened the door, slid in and threw her sack on the passenger seat. Perfect. I knew that I had to act right now or I would blow it so as she reached for the ignition with her keys I slid the stun gun around to the front seat, touched her bare arm and hit the trigger. I held it down for less than 10 seconds but in that time her body jerked and convulsed and then as I let go of the trigger she slumped sideways into the passenger seat. I quickly put the stun gun back in my bag and peeked around the parking lot. I was lucky, nobody was anywhere around. I maneuvered Megan’s petite body into the back seat and laid her face down. I was so horny that I wanted to rape her right there but I knew better. Instead, I took three tie straps and just like with Tina I tied her hands very securely behind her back. I then took both scarves and shoved them deep into her mouth. After making sure that she wasn’t going to get loose or make noise I slipped over the back seat into the front, started the car and drove away.
I arrived at the shack about 45 minutes later. Megan had started to come around about 15 minutes into the trip and within a half-hour I could tell by the struggling noises and her muffled screams through the gag that she was totally awake. That was OK with me
because nobody could see or hear her now. I drove up the long drive way and parked, killing the engine. I got out of her car and walked inside, leaving Megan in the backseat
for a few more minutes. What would it hurt? As I had hoped and expected, nothing had been touched and it was apparent that nobody had been in there since my last trip to finish digging the hole. After inspecting everything I walked outside and into the woods. The hole was just as I had left it also. Even the shovel was lying there on that huge mound of dirt. Everything seemed to be perfect so I went back to get Megan. She was still struggling a bit when I opened the back door to retrieve her but as I reached in and grabbed her by the elbows to pull her out she really started to struggle but it was useless. I easily dragged her out of the car and onto the dirt ground where she attempted to run. I easily grabbed her by her bound arm and flung her face down onto the ground. She was sobbing through the gag as I bent down and took her by the tie strap in the middle and her elbow and picked her up off of the ground. She still didn’t know who I was or for sure what my plans for her were because she hadn’t seen my face yet but as she stood up she quickly turned her head and in the dim moonlight she saw me and instantly recognized me. The look of horror and shock on her face was something to behold. Of the whole experience I will never forget that look. She started to really bawl through her gag then but I picked up my kit bag and pushed her and guided her forward to the shack door. Thankfully she didn’t offer too much more resistance. Maybe she was thinking that since she knew me that I wouldn’t hurt her. If that was the case then she was dead wrong. Once inside I made her sit down in a chair in the middle of the room and quickly took a fourth tie strap from my bag and connected her to the chair by the connecting strap on her hands. I then sat down in a chair directly in front of her and just stared at her for several minutes, noting the mixed look of fear and horror in her eyes. Finally I spoke. “Megan, I think that you know why I am doing this but in case you don’t, it’s simple. I am going to rape you unmercifully.” I didn’t tell her that I was going to kill her also because I wanted that part to be a surprise. She began to cry even more and shake her head back and forth as I continued. : “If you do what I tell you to Megan, and give me your little pussy like I know that you know how and if you don’t fight, resist, or attempt to scream or escape I will let you live. Otherwise nobody will ever see you again. Do you understand so far?” She looked at me for a second and then nodded up and down a few times. “Good”, I said. “Now I am going to take the gags out of your mouth but if you scream or even speak without permission you will die before the night is over.” I then went over to her and removed the gags from her beautiful, sexy mouth. She began to breathe in deep breaths through her lips and as she did I got her a drink of water from one of the jugs that I had brought before. It was warm but at least it was wet. I watched her drink and as she did I noticed how her neck would go up and down with every swallow. Oh how I was going to enjoy everything about her tonight. I let her finish the water before I spoke again. “Are you scared, Megan?” She found her voice and answered in a hushed voice; “Yes.” I told her that that was OK and that she had every reason to be scared. I walked over to her and then stepped behind her. I continued speaking to her in a calm, even voice. “Megan, I am ready to start. The first thing that I am going to do is strip your clothes off.” She began to sob quietly again so I didn’t even continue. I took out the knife and standing behind her, I reached up under her shirt from the bottom and cut the tank top from the top, right down
the middle. As I had expected she wasn’t wearing a bra and her beautiful, firm tits popped right out in front of me. I think that my dick instantly got even harder, as if that was possible. She was really crying now as I came around to the front. Standing beside her rather than directly in front of her, I reached down and unsnapped her tight shorts. I ordered her to lift her ass, which she did and I unzipped them and pulled them down and completely off of her body. The only thing left was her hot red panties and my knife made quick work of them, being careful not to cut her. I finally stood back and admired my work. I had done everything perfectly and it was now time to enjoy my reward.
As I stripped down myself I thought about what I would do to her first. I decided that the first thing I wanted from her was a long, sloppy blowjob but before I got started I went back to my bag and got the video camera and Polaroid out. Looking around the room I found a great spot for the video and after setting it up to capture the whole room I went back to her. Standing directly in front of her I took 3 quick pictures and set them to the side. After they had developed and I looked at them I untied the strap holding her tied arms to the chair. As soon as she was loose I pushed her down to her knees and sat down in her chair. I pulled her up to me by her long dark hair and pushed my cock to her lips. She was no longer crying but she wasn’t going to be a willing participant either. Every time that my cock would get close to her mouth she would turn away and whisper “no” or “please” or “stop”. I put up with this for a few minutes and then tired of it. I raised my right hand and slapped her as hard as I could across her left cheek while still holding her by her hair. That got her attention and the next time my cock was put in front of her she didn’t move her head. “Open your mouth you little slut and suck me all the way down!! And if you even think of biting me I will bite both of your nipples off and pour alcohol on the wounds.” She was still crying from the slap as she opened her mouth to accept my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and began pushing her down, impaling her throat with my cock. At about the 5 inch point she began to choke and gag and tried really hard to pull back but I held her down with both hands and pushed on. I finally got all 8 inches down her throat but it wasn’t pretty. She was slobbering at first and her throat was convulsing but it could only last so long. About 30 seconds into it she puked, or tried to. My cock was blocking it and she ended up swallowing some of it. The rest came out of her nose and around my cock. I pulled out and let her catch her breath for a minute and then made her take me deep again. The only difference was that now I made her go up and down on me non-stop. I told her that if she stopped for any reason or if my cock even accidentally came out of her mouth that I would cut her tongue out. She was a good head giver and with only a little encouragement she was able to take all of me nearly every time down. I made her suck me for over an hour until my balls just couldn’t stand anymore. I wasn’t ready to cum yet so before I blew my first wad into her throat I pulled out and let go of her head. She collapsed to the floor immediately, drinking in large gulps of air. She was going to wish that she was still sucking me when she found out what I had planned for her next.
She was lying on her left side so I pushed her over onto her back and grabbed her underneath each armpit and began dragging her the ten or so feet to the mattress but as I did I guess she decided that she had nothing to lose because she started kicking, and yelling “NO!” and “STOP, PLEASE!” at the top of her lungs. I really didn’t care because I knew that nobody would hear her but I just didn’t like the noise. I dropped her onto the mattress on her back and knelt down behind her. She was still screaming as I wrapped both hands around her neck from behind and clamped down. She immediately stopped screaming but the fight was just starting. She started kicking and bucking like I had never seen anyone do. She was a lot stronger than I had imagined and her legs were so limber that if I hadn’t been paying close attention she would have easily kicked me between the eyes. To prevent this I simply lifted her head off of the mattress as I choked her. She wasn’t able to kick nearly as high now plus she was starting to lose control from lack of air. Finally her legs fell to the mattress with her knees bent up in the air and after a few more feeble gasps for air they collapsed limply also. I let go as soon as she passed out and made sure that she was still breathing. She was. I didn’t want her to die yet. I had so much more fun planned for young Megan. While she was still unconscious I rolled her over on to her belly and spread her legs slightly. After grabbing an old pillow and putting it under her hips I sat back for a minute to enjoy the view of her beautiful, pink cunt. I knew that I only had a short time before she awoke so after a brief look at her pussy I got up and knelt down beside her ass. She had the most perfect little ass that I had ever had the privilege to see up close and naked and as I began to spread her cheeks her legs started to move slightly. Before she could wake up fully I rubbed the juices from her cunt and the pre cum from my dick onto my fingers and spread it all around her tight little butt hole. I then positioned my cock right on top of it and slowly began inserting it. I only got the head in before she woke up and started yelling. When she did I decided to go for everything and with all of my hip strength I slammed myself into her once virgin asshole. I could feel liquid squirming all over my cock and balls and knew instantly that it had to be her blood. She was still yelling some but mostly she was crying out from the pain. I leaned forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as far as I could. I whispered in her ear, “That’s what you get for screaming, slut.” I then let go of her hair and her head collapsed back onto the mattress as I continued to pummel her loosening asshole. After several minutes I noticed that she had stopped crying altogether and in fact had stopped moving at all. She was just lying there while I butt fucked her. I stopped well short of blowing my wad and pulled out. Turning her over I immediately noticed that she was breathing fine but her eyes were just kind of staring out into nowhere. She was definitely in shock. I turned off the camera and then quickly untied her, covered her up with an old army blanket that I found and elevated her feet. I had learned years ago how to treat shock and this bitch wasn’t going to get away from me this easily. I still wanted to fuck her pussy while she was alive and knowing what was happening to her. It took a couple of hours for her to start coming around and another 30 minutes before she was coherent. Before she could fully realize anything I tied her hands behind her again. It was a good thing that I brought plenty of extra tie wraps. A time or two I thought that she might slip too far into shock for me to revive her but fortunately for me she was young and healthy and responded to basic treatment. When she first realized again what was happening she started to quietly sob. “Welcome back Megan” I told her as I sat beside her and massaged her nipples and squeezed her firm tits. “I thought that I was going to lose you for a
minute there.” All she would say is “it hurts” over and over as she tried to lift her ass off of the mattress. I told her that she needed to just shut up and it would be all over with soon. What she didn’t realize just yet was that I meant to end her life.
As I continued to play with Megan’s tits I took my other hand and gently slid her leg down until it was on the mattress and then I began running it up and down her leg, going a bit higher each time until I reached her crotch and then began to rub her clit. She was so fucking hot and her pussy was totally shaved. I was hoping for this. I slowly began rubbing her clit with two fingers as I lay down next to her and began sucking her nipples. She was quietly crying but I knew that she was enjoying it somewhat because her tight little cunt was getting wet. I asked her if she had ever fantasized about me playing with her like this and all she did was moan and shake her head. “Do you like it, now that I am doing it, Megan?” I asked. Again, just a shake of her head to tell me no but her wet pussy was telling me a different story. I just grinned at her and said, “ You know what I want to do now don’t you Megan?” This time a muffled sob and a nod told me that she knew good and well what was coming. “Are you going to fight me Megan?” I asked her. She whispered out, “No, just please don’t hurt me anymore.” I smiled at her again and slowly climbed on top of her. “Megan” I said, “I know you aren’t a virgin and that you probably like a good hard dick so if you give me your pussy and pretend that you like it I will be a lot nicer and gentler to you. Is that a deal?” She seemed to think about it for a few seconds and then said yes. I was totally on top of her now and with her hands and arms tied behind her it made those beautiful tits of hers stick up even more. I was loving every second of this. I bent my head back down and began to suck and caress her tits some more. As I did this I told her to spread her legs as wide as she could and moved my hips right up to her pussy. I then started kissing her mouth and she didn’t want any part of this at first but after reminding her of our “deal” my tongue was accepted into her mouth more willingly and vice-versa. I made her suck my tongue for a while and then I was ready. I took my right hand and guided my rock hard dick to the mouth of her pussy. She cringed at first but as I began to push into her she realized that she couldn’t stop me and gave in. My cock slowly ripped into her tight, wet cunt and as it did her hips came off of the mattress to meet mine. I made her wrap both legs behind my back and then began to push harder and harder into her soon to be dead pussy. I played with her tits for a while and even caressed her neck gently on the sides a few times. After what seemed like hours of fucking this little teenage slut I was ready to cum and knew that I couldn’t wait any longer. I also knew that I had to get it over with. I put both hands on her shoulders and as I slowed my rhythm way down I said, “Megan, how can I be sure that you won’t tell someone about what I did to you tonight?” She looked up at me and began making all of the feeble, bullshit promises a girl will make just to get out of a bad situation. I listened to her for a minute and then shook my head slowly. “No Megan, I don’t believe you.” She looked totally shocked at first then asked, “What can I do to make you believe me?” I stared into her eyes for several seconds as my hands ever so slowly slid from her shoulders toward her beautiful, soft neck. “The truth is Megan, you can’t do anything so I guess that I have no choice but to make sure that you never get that chance.” She looked confused for a few seconds but as my hands found her neck and slowly wrapped around it the confused look went away and the panic look came back. “You promised me.” She
screamed. “We had a deal.” I just laughed as I slowly tightened my grip on her neck. “Please don’t,” she croaked out as I squeezed a little tighter. “I’m only 17. I’m going to be a senior next month” were the last understandable words she managed before my hands tightened down enough to choke off her speaking ability. She instantly began to cough and as she did piss sprayed out of her pussy onto my cock. I began fucking her a little harder now and kept my grip just tight enough to strangle her but not tight enough to crush her hyoid bone. Not yet. After about 45 seconds her face was totally red, almost a purplish color and she was trying to squirm and kick out from under me. A natural reaction I suppose but totally worthless. She kept squirming and kicking for only a minute or so and then her head and legs began to slowly convulse and her throat was making really loud gagging and choking noises. I was ready. I started pounding her young, dying pussy harder and harder as I watched her eyes become blood shot and as her legs fell slowly to the mattress I shot my cum deep inside of her. She wasn’t quite gone yet so I continued fucking her, even as my cock became limp and useless. After only a few more strokes it naturally fell out of her. I watched her face for any signs of life. I couldn’t see any but I knew that if I let go now she would probably regain consciousness within minutes. I tightened my grip as hard as I could and within only a few seconds felt her neck snap under me. Her legs kicked two or three times real hard and fast and then went limp as I heard her bowels and felt her bladder empty out. I shook her by her dead neck a few times then slammed it back onto the mattress and let go. Collapsing on top of her I put my ear to her chest and listened. Nothing. I checked her wrist and neck pulses. Nothing. It was over with. I took several pictures of her beautiful, strangled body from every conceivable angle and position. Finally I went and turned off the camera and took it and the pictures to the car.
I went and got the wheelbarrow and after loading up several bags of the concrete mix I hauled it out to the hole. I did the same with a few gallons of the water and then came back for Megan’s strangled corpse. She was right where I left her. I pushed the wheelbarrow right up to her and loaded her in, face up. I then hauled her out to the hole and pushed her right up to the edge before unceremoniously dumping her in. So long, I thought to myself as I shined the flashlight down and saw her gaping asshole staring back up at me. I quickly poured three of the concrete bags down on top of her and mixed in the right amount of water. After adding a little dirt to the mix I threw the stun gun in also. I then walked back to the shack and cleaned up anything and everything of Megan’s. I got her clothes together and after checking her purse and car thoroughly and getting almost $90.00 in cash and a glamour shot picture of her that she was probably planning on giving to her newest boy friend. I took everything out to a large drum and burned them to cinders. I checked for any other evidence and not finding any, I went back to the hole. The concrete had done a pretty good job but I wanted to be totally sure so I poured some more in and mixed it properly. It had her totally covered now so I filled in the rest of the hole with the dirt. This process took me almost two hours and I worked non-stop. I was exhausted when I finished and looking at my watch I knew that I had to really hurry. After burning the concrete sacks I went back into the shack and got dressed. Making sure that I had all of my stuff I walked out, got into Megan’s car and drove back to town. Before going to get my car, I ran hers through a carwash several times and then got out and sprayed down her tires and under carriage really well in order to remove as much dirt and evidence as possible. I then went back to the Wal-mart that I had kidnapped her from. It was still dark as I got out and locked her car. I took her keys with me and went home. I heard from my girlfriend that afternoon and she said that Megan had runaway from home. They found her car at Wal-mart but think that she had left with someone from there. Apparently her and her parents had had a fight the day before and she had threatened to leave. I told her that I felt bad about it and bullshitted her for a while before finally getting off of the phone. That night after dark I took all of the clothes that I had worn the night before, including the shoes and went and burned them to a cinder in another location. I then took her keys and after weighting them down I tossed them over a bridge and into a deep river. They never found Megan again and after none of her friends heard from her the police became suspicious and began talking to people. All of her friends had left prints in her car so there was no way to tell who was with her last. After a few months of questions here and there it was filed as a probable runaway. I scanned the pictures onto my computer the next morning and also converted the video. Once that was done I destroyed that evidence too and then after securing everything onto a special web page that only I know about I reformatted my computer 100%. Except for the glamour shot picture that is in the “strangled_sluts” group picture page, I only share Megan with a few select people and that is in person. The girl I strangled after Megan saw the pictures and the video right before I killed her. Oh, and when I say girl, I mean girl this time. Just wait until next time and I tell you about my night with Destiny.

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My private times with my wife’s hot 18 year old cousin Jamie

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Jamie was my wife’s 18 year old first cousin, fresh out of high school, on her first summer vacation after graduating. She used to come over and stay the night (or sometimes the whole weekend) quite often, over the last couple of years.. She was an average looking girl to most people, but to me– hotness is measured on how you look dressed down… Is she still hot in a pair of yoga sweat pants, no makeup, and her hair in a ponytail? Jamie (5′ 2″ tall, 110 lbs, little B cups about the size of an orange) had curves in all the right places… She was WAY above average to me in that category.. I had seen her several times in a bikini at the beach, cheerleader skirt outfit, tight little volleyball shorts… She had developed into a woman who had the body of a Goddess, and the face of an angel…. 
 I had watched her grow up since she was 11 years old, and had always thought she was a beautiful young girl.. She had always taken a liking to my wife and I …, probably because we let her drink, smoke, and get high with us. Her home life was pretty messed up, mainly because her parents were divorced– and she lived with her Mom, who had a new boyfriend living in the house. She didn’t like this guy telling her what to do, she was a rebellious girl, and had been sexually active with boys since she was 15… (I’ll explain the details in a few minutes)
My thoughts building up to what eventually happened consensually between us were immeasurable. I wanted her so bad. Every time I saw her, heard her voice on the phone, or even heard mention of her name– my imagination raced thoughts through my mind of what it would be like to have my way with her,  if even only for a few minutes. I remember on several occasions watching her sleep across the room on the couch, while I was laid back in the recliner with a thin blanket over me. She would fall asleep watching tv, and I would pull out my cock and jerk off while I watched her sleep. I got quite daring once, being that I went in her overnight bag and got her panties (that she had wrapped up with her other clothes) in a towel from when she had took a shower earlier. They were a pair of little yellow cotton thongs, with green outer stitching, and a little green cartoon frog on the front. I remember watching her sleep– smelling her beautiful young scent, holding her dirty panties across my face. My cock would get so hard just thinking what it would be like to fuck that tight little teenage pussy. I would  rub her panties all over my chin, mouth, and nose– just trying to savor anything I could, to add to my racing thoughts of wanting to fuck her….. I also remember being so excited, I went into the bathroom and took off my boxers. I put my pajama pants back on commando…, and sat back in the chair while I made sure she was sleeping soundly… After waiting a few minutes, and jerking myself off to get my cock up as hard as I could, I got up slowly, walked quietly over to the couch were she was sleeping— and stroked my manhood just inches from her pretty young face. 
“ohhhh Jamie, I want you so bad”, I whispered quietly–  but careful not to wake her… I closed my eyes for a few seconds, gripping my cock tighter– imagining just how tight that little pussy must be… Her long blond hair, her Irish green eyes, her cute little flirty smile.. It all was too much for me to handle at once…. I was about to explode….. I had set her panties down alongside the recliner next to the wall..  I quickly bent down and grabbed them,  and just as i stood up, my balls had that familiar tingle….. I felt it climbing….. and I drenched her sexy little frog panties in my hand with erupting hot streams of cum. I was standing about 2 feet back from her face, right in line with her tits. I had to stay quiet…. I just didn’t know what her reaction would be if she woke to see me jerking my cock right in front of her…
After putting myself in a dilemma with these cum soaked panties I had in my hand at 3 am. I had to figure out a way to wash them, dry them, and get them back in her bag before she woke up… I rinsed them in the bathroom sink, washed them out with hand soap— rinsed them again, then wrung them out. I couldn’t turn on the dryer, it would wake up the whole house. So I opened them up and set them up on top the kitchen wall cabinet, out of sight….
Well, needless to say— the morning was hectic, and I wasn’t able to put her panties back in her overnight bag before she left.. I was so worried she would find out, or even call and ask my wife if she saw them… Over the next few weeks, she would just call here and there, not giving any clue if she just threw the towel with the clothes inside straight in the washer, or she directly knew her panties were missing…. Well come to find out— she did have an idea her panties didn’t come home with her from her overnight stay at our house… (more about that in part 2)
How this all came to be (building this up to the best part)-is that I used to work a 4 to midnight shift at my job, about 30 minutes away. My wife would have to get the kids up and ready for school in the morning, so most of the time she would be already sleeping when I got home… I had the whole house to myself when Jamie wasn’t there.. And when she was there, we would stay up ’till around 3 or 4 talking about whatever. I would drink a few beers with her, and she would loosen up. She would talk about her birth control pills, on how good she was about taking them on time– on how the boys she had “done it” with got to cum inside her, the different positions she had tried (acting them out with pillows).. I remember asking her if she had ever gone down on a boy, and she told me she had done that once.. “He spooged in my mouth and all over my face, It was so gross!” with the look on my face, I was trying hard to agree with her… “I told him to tell me when he was gonna……., you know?” it turned me on so much for her to talk about her sex life with me. I would get me so hard, and I would sometimes catch her eyes looking down at my cock bulging down the leg of my pants….
I was afraid to make a move on her, mainly because her and my wife were so close…. Along with the risk of getting caught. WHAT??? Did I really just say that? …..I lied to myself with these bullshit excuses for over 2 years…. The lust to fuck her grew so big inside my mind, It had to happen— I mean, show me an 18 year old girl who sits back and talks about anything and everything, with her cousin’s husband no less…. Details about how she doesn’t like the taste of cum, how she shaves herself down there, what positions she has tried (which wasn’t many)… I knew the offer was on the table. There was no doubt in my mind she wanted me to fuck her. She did everything but come out and plainly say it. She was dropping hints down like a thunderstorm….
Just to align everything together before we start the next chapter– I still have her little yellow frog panties, now hidden in my bedroom closet, that never made it back in Jamie’s overnight bag before she left to go back home. She hasn’t come back over for a few weeks, and now her calls are getting fewer and farther between. I was worried she knew someone had gone through her bag.. I was really mad at myself for fucking up a good thing. I thought she wasn’t ever going to stay over again..

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begging for it

Begging For It
Part 1
Jenny would always wonder if it was luck or if they had wanted her for some reason. She was attractive, 27 years old with dark red hair, milky skin and full, heavy breasts that made men stare – but she didn’t think she was exceptional. Maybe the only thing about her that was exceptional was that she had walked past the dark blue van idling on the side of the road on her way into town. That was when, half aware of hearing the door open, she was suddenly struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth against her face. She clawed at it and kicked out at nothing as arms around her waist half lifted, half dragged her backwards. She felt the raised floor of the van scrape the back of her legs as she was pulled inside. It was only once she heard the door slam shut she even remembered to scream. Then someone hit her across the side of the face, the blow softened somewhat by the cloth covering it, but hard enough to knock her to the floor. She felt the engine start.
“Shut up, bitch.” A man’s voice hissed above her. “You shut the fuck up and stay that way if you know what’s good for you.” She heard someone laugh softly, excitedly, in the corner. Two of them. And the driver. Jenny was terrified.
“Please don’t hurt me -” She whimpered into the thick fabric, and felt a hand close round her throat.
“I told you to shut the fuck up. Do as you’re told. Do exactly what I fucking tell you.” The hand loosened it’s grip. “Don’t hurt you? You’re gonna get fucked, cunt. That’s all you’re good for. We’re gonna have some fun, and yeah, it won’t be as much fun for you.” Laughter again “But you keep the fuck quiet and do as you’re told and you’ll get home safe.” She sobbed as she felt a hand slide up her inner thigh and come to rest against her crotch. “That’s the deal, bitch. It’s the best offer you’re gonna get. So if you want to take it, you need to reach down and peel off these little panties of yours so I can get a good look at what I’ll be pounding later.”
Hands shaking and tears running down her face, Jenny fumbled for the edges of her clinging satin pants and slid them down her legs, revealing a pert, rounded ass and a neat little pussy outlined with a faint tracery of red hair. The pants were snatched out of her hands.
“Lift your skirt” A new voice ordered sharply “And spread your legs.”
Hating herself, Jenny did as she was told, hitching the black pencil skirt up around her waist and spreading her pale thighs as far apart as she could stretch them, too scared to disobey. The cold gritty surface of the van floor scraped her ass.
“Flexible!” The voice sounded amused. “That should be fun. Now the top.”
Jenny fumbled with a buttons on her white blouse just as the vibrations of the van’s engine stopped.
“No time” said the first voice, impatiently. He took handfuls of the shirt and yanked violently. Buttons sprayed around the van’s interior with a rattle. The top was roughly forced down her arms, leaving her with her legs spread and her bra exposed, her large breasts straining against the thin black nylon, her erect nipples visible through the cloth. Someone flicked her right nipple with a fingernail.
“She’s enjoying it!” The second voice laughed.
“Who cares if a whore fucking enjoys it?” The first voice said contemptuously. “We’ll see how long that lasts. Get her inside.”
The bag was pulled swiftly from over her head, leaving her blinking in the sudden light. It was a warehouse – there were a lot of them, huge and cavernous on the edge of town. She realised if she screamed it probably wouldn’t even reach the walls. She was sitting in her bra and pencil skirt on a wooden chair, surrounded by various industrial detritus and a thin mattress on the floor. There were three men. Their faces were covered. One – the eldest, she thought, a white man with greying hair at his temples – approached her and she saw he had a knife in his hand. She almost screamed, but managed to suppress it. He reached out and sliced through each of her bra straps with a snap, then between the two cups. Her breasts tumbled heavily out, hanging there soft and inviting. He rested the cold metal of the knife against a nipple, making her shiver.
“Now the skirt” he said, and she recognised him as the first one who spoke to her “What do you think, bitch? Shall we take another good look at that tight little pussy of yours?” She didn’t answer. Another man – a slender, well muscled black guy – laughed again. The knife came to rest under her chin. “Good girl.” The man said softly. “But once we’ve got you stripped, we’re going to turn the camera on.” He gestured to a glassy glint up in a corner “And every time I ask you a question, bitch, you’re going to say yes. I’m gonna ask if you want me to fuck you and you’re gonna say yes. If you don’t want us to hurt you, you’re gonna beg us to fuck you. You see my friend?” He pointed towards the third man, the driver, a man built like a truck. “You’re gonna beg to suck his cock and once you’ve swallowed his cum down you’re gonna beg for more like the desperate fucktoy you are.” He put the knife in his belt and pulled her skirt sharply down over her hips and on to the floor. “Shall we get started?”
“Yes.” Jenny whispered, frightened.
“Get on the mattress, bitch. Hands and knees.”
Jenny, cold and naked, staggered over to the mattress on the ground and fell to her knees. As she bent forward to put her hands on the ground, her tits swung like a pendulum beneath her. From the corner of her eye she could see the second man turning on the video camera. The first moved around behind her. She suddenly received a stinging slap on the ass. “You ready, bitch?”
“Yes.” Jenny said, blinking back tears.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“You want all of us to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Jenny whimpered, feeling her pussy tighten with anxiety.
She felt the head of his cock brushing her slit as he bent over her and whispered “Beg”.
“I – I want you to fuck me. I – I want your cock. I’m just…” She felt sick “Just a fucktoy. I want…”
She broke off with a yelp as he shoved the wide head of his cock into her dry pussy. The friction was painful as he began to fuck her, pushing himself relentlessly deeper into her tightly clenched cunt. His cock wasn’t that big – maybe seven inches – but it was thick and she felt the soft inside of her pussy stretch and bruise as he ground the last inch of himself cruelly into her with deliberate sadistic glee. He could feel her gripping him like a vice as he fucked her with short sharp strokes. Her cunt felt like dry silk. He reached around beneath her and drove his fingers as hard as he could into her sensitive breasts. He came inside her as she cried out in pain. He pulled out without ceremony and nodded to the second man. “You’re up.”
He was up, Jenny noticed in panic, a good ten inches up. As he took his place behind her, she managed to say “Please…” and then screamed as he rammed nine inches into her in one swift movement. He slapped her on the ass, then pulled out and rammed it home again, the end of his cock hitting the top of her cunt like a battering ram. The fact that he could slide in easily now just made it faster and harder. After the forth stroke he kept up the pressure, until some muscle in her gave and let the last inch of him. Then she moaned in pain as he fucked her fast and hard. When she felt his cum pumping into her, it was such a relief she cried out in pleasure.
“You really do like cum, don’t you, fucktoy?” The third man said mockingly as the second pulled out. He was stood in front of her and to her horror his erect cock must have been at least 12 inches. Suddenly she understood what she was supposed to do.
“I want to suck your cock.” She said, desperately. She got up onto her knees in front of him. “Please let me suck it.” She begged, tears running down her face “I want to drink your cum. Please.” She was so desperate not to be raped with something so big she didn’t wait for a reply, just lunged forward, sliding her lips and tongue over the huge thing as far as she could, licking and sucking like it was candy, just wanting to make him happy so it would stop. She could hear laughter as he grabbed her by the hair and started to fuck her mouth, so she had to fight not to choke. But she was managing it until, with a snap, a leather whip landed sharply across her ass, leaving a long red mark on the white skin and causing her to accidentally bite down in shock. It wasn’t hard, but the cock was pulled from her lips with a yell and the man viciously backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling onto the mattress. She heard the man’s friends laughing hysterically and his protests of “It’s not funny!”.
“Turn the camera off” the first man said “I think she needs a time out.” Looking up, she saw him removing the long belt from his jeans and thought she was about to be beaten. The man nodded to his large friend “Get her legs up.” The man, looking furious, seized her ankles and roughly forced her legs up and back until her knees were pressed into her chest. The man wrapped the belt around the back of her knees and around her body, pinning her arms to her sides in the process. He pulled it tight as it would go, until she couldn’t move an inch from that position, her legs trussed uncomfortably up against her. “Get the chair.”
She wailed in horrified anticipation when she saw it. It was a sturdy metal chair, but screwed into the seat was an upright metal dildo, 12 inches long and with an exaggerated bulbous head on it almost 3 inches wide, the work of a sadistic craftsman. The largest of the men lifted her easily – she wasn’t able to struggle or fight – and held her so that the bulb was pressed firmly against her labia. Unable to stretch around it, they were pushed painfully up into her pussy as he started to lower her down onto the thing. As it reached its widest point, she screamed as she felt herself tear and begged him to stop.
“Shut the fuck up.” The first man snapped. “There’s an eighteen incher on the workbench and if you don’t shut your cunt mouth I’ll use that instead. And I’ll have it in your ass. Not a sound.”
Terrified, Jenny bit her tongue and tried not to groan as she was eased down over six inches of the enormous dildo, stretching and tearing agonisingly. Then the man let go.
Unable to support herself at all, she slid down four inches immediately, screaming uncontrollably as she was impaled with her full weight onto the monster metal cock, bucking in pain as it forced her cervix upwards, stretching her more than she imagined possible. Then with a jolt and a stab of pain the last two inches slammed into her, leaving her helpless, unable to move with the thing inside her. The third man leaned over her shoulder.
“Now you think about what you did.” He said, mockingly. And all three walked away, leaving her alone in the warehouse.

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My private times with my wife’s hot 18 year old cousin Jamie – Chapter II

Just to align everything together before we start this chapter– I still have Jamie’s little yellow frog panties, now hidden in my bedroom closet, that never made it back in her overnight bag before she left to go back home. She hasn’t come back over for a few weeks, and now her calls are getting fewer and farther between. I was worried she knew someone had gone through her bag.. I was really mad at myself for fucking up a good thing. I thought she wasn’t ever going to stay over again..
I was having a real bad day at work this particular day… I woke up running late, I had to get gas in my car, and I had lost my cell phone charger cord.. My phone was dead before I even got to work.  It was a super busy day, and I couldn’t wait until it was over…
I kept telling myself that tomorrow would be a better day, which had now turned into today– since was just a few minutes past midnight… I was right… All my stress and frustration left my body in an instant, when I drove down my street and saw Jamie’s car parked in front of my house.. A strange feeling of guilt stabbed my chest.. I had to get a plan together in case she asked me about the panties… I had hoped she didn’t know, and left it at that…
I got my stuff together and carried it up to the house, unlocked the door, and walked in to a dark room– dimly lit from the light coming from the TV screen.. Jamie was cuddled up under a blanket, facing the wall.. She was asleep.. 
I came in, took off my shoes, and ate my dinner. After I was done, I took a quick shower. I got out and Jamie was just walking back in the front door. She had went outside for a smoke… “Hey stranger” I said to her in a joking way… I guess I had woke her up… She sat down on the couch, and started telling me about how her boyfriend got locked up in jail, and how she was trying to sell some stuff off to get him out. He was an idiot who got caught with a loaded handgun and drugs in his car… He was going away for a while…. She started crying, so I sat down next to her and pulled her gently towards my chest. “it’s gonna be ok”. I said as she hugged me and laid her head on my shoulder. The smell of her hair, my arms around her, the helplessness in her sobs– I don’t really know what it was, but a weird feeling came over me. Tonight it was going to happen.. 
“You want a beer?” I asked her. “Yea sure.”she answered back, wiping her eyes and trying to get herself together. I got up and went down the hall to make sure all the bedroom doors were shut. I didn’t want any distractions, and have my wife or one of the kids roam out into the living room.. Somehow I knew in advance I was going to have my way with Jamie that night. I went back across the living room, walking towards the kitchen– She had propped up her pillow, and she was sitting up changing channels on the tv. With the dim light in the room, and the angle from over her shoulder– I could see right down her cami night shirt. I quickly grabbed 4 beers, and sat down next to her on the couch. “Sorry about all this.” she said. “I just needed to get that out”.. 
We drank our beers, and talked about all her problems for about an hour. She was loosening up, laughing and getting more flirty… I was determined to make this happen, right here and now… I moved closer to her on the couch. Then something happened that stopped me in my tracks. “I was awake the last time I stayed over.” she innocently looked up at me. “I heard you unzip my bag, I heard you pleasuring yourself, and I heard what you whispered out to me– thinking I was sleeping.” I was in shock… I couldn’t believe she knew I was jerking off just inches from her face, when I thought she was sleeping. She heard my whisper, “oooohhh Jamie, I want you so bad”… I was at a loss for words, I was clearly caught. “I went through my bag when I got home, and my panties were gone– what did you do with them?” she wasn’t mad, just curious. “I have them in my room” I said… “No silly, what did you do with them right when you took them out of my bag? Why did you take them in the first place?” I just decided to come clean and tell her the truth. “All the talks we have, you know– they get me really excited… I was going to put them back.” She made a motion with her hand for me to tell her more. “I sniffed your panties while I was jerking off.” I told her. “Added in with the thrill of watching you sleep, it really got me off..” I couldn’t believe she didn’t lash out at me, call me a perv, or something like that. “So why didn’t you put them back?” she asked. I couldn’t tell her I used them as a clean up rag, after I jerked off in her face when she was sleeping… So I told her I imagine having sex with her all the time, and I get her panties out and sniff them every time I jerk off. “Really?, you want to have sex with me?” …she looked surprised… “Well I thought….” — I stopped her in mid-sentence, by putting my finger over her lip, “Shhhh, just let it happen….” All her stories about how good she was about taking her birth control pills on time, the sex positions she had tried, that sexy little hair flip off her shoulder she did as she would talk– it all ran out of my mind, straight down my spine, and right into my cock. 
I leaned over and started kissing her neck, holding her around her shoulder with one hand– the other hand exploring her tight young body…. I grabbed the side of her pajama pants, and gave them a light tug… “Let’s get these off…, I want to taste you…, I want to make you cum with my fingers and my tongue”… I whispered in her ear as I licked and sucked on her neck and ear lobe…
Her hands reached downward, and with one sweeping motion– her pajama pants went from her hips, down her legs, and off the ends of her toes. She sat up on the end of the couch cushion, leaned back, and spread her sweet young thighs open… I could feel the pre-cum soaking the front of my boxers, as I kneeled down to make all my imaginative thoughts for the last 2 years finally become a reality… Her panties she was wearing were little orange cotton thongs, with yellow stitching, and a little yellow cartoon duck on the front. I had my arms around her hips, holding her sides with my hands.. I pushed my face into her panties, and sucked in as much air as I could through my nose… She smelled so good… So young, So innocent, So fucking Hot.., just lying back waiting for me to ravish her pussy with my tongue…
I pulled back her panties to one side to see the most beautiful, clean shaved pussy I had ever seen. It was so tiny… I mean the whole length  was maybe 4 inches total. She was already wet from kissing her neck and running my hands over her body– I gave her pussy a light lick from bottom to top, pushing in slightly and flipping my tongue upwards as I touched her clit.. I felt her inner thighs tremble slightly, as I entered inside her with my tongue… She let out a soft moan, which was all I needed to put me over the edge. I pulled off her panties, and gave them a real good sniff– reached down around her hips, and pushed my face into her tiny, bald pussy… I licked, sucked, and tongue fucked her pussy for what seemed like hours… I would alternate from licking her hole and teasing her clit with light circular motions with the tip my wet index finger– to sucking on her little clit– lightly on and off, teasing her…, as I slowly fingered her, with a perfect motion– touching her G-spot as I curved my finger just right, up under her pelvic bone. At first she was pulling back when I fingered her just right, saying that it felt like she had to pee… “just relax..” I told her. “The feelings are very similar, you don’t have to pee– trust me. You’re about to cum harder than you ever have before.. Just relax and let it happen, ok?” She nodded yes, so slowly eased back into touching her G-spot on the peak, as I glided my finger in and out of her– slowly building speed and force. She started to try to wiggle away again, so put my hand across her stomach just below her belly button–  pressing down ever so slightly. “Lie back, and take some deep breaths– like you’re relaxing to go to sleep…” I was coaching her, and I knew what would happen if she did exactly what I told her. She answered, “ok, ok– I’m trying…. It feels so good, I can’t sit still..” She laid back, and let me have my way– fingering her pussy, sucking her clit, and teasing her G-spot randomly with the thrusts of my middle and ring fingers.. By the sounds she was making, I could tell she took my advice. Her body was fully relaxed, and she was slowly pushing her hips upward now– to meet my fingers on the way inside her. Her first G-spot orgasm was finally building now.. I could feel the inner parts of her pussy opening, as I curved my fingers inside her. “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck……” she kept saying it faster and faster, until she held the last one.. “Ohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!” she let out as she filled my hand with sweet pussy juice… She squirted, just like I knew she could….”Oh my God!” she said as she was catching her breath…. “That was unbelievable.”
I smiled as I was licking her girl cum out of my hand… “You were perfect, and you taste so good…” 
Stay tuned– Chapter 3 coming soon!

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Rey & the Rathtar

Warnings, other then the labels, this is a Vore fanfic story. Tags should inform you as to what to expect.
It was inspired by art I saw on Deviant art, from creator called Ninjartist. Links I add in the comments will lead to pics of Rey and the Rathar.

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