Foreword by OH_NO, translator.
Have always wanted to make a systematic introduction to Jake Baker’s articles, but always feel too bloody, and now hard to do it, the reader if you do not feel the right taste, do not read further. As the brother of the mortal said, a variety of tastes, some people like, some people disgusting, if you ask me, I never like the bloody violence inside the part, other things such as the atmosphere of the creation, and so on, I am very very appreciate. It is worth noting that in real life, Jake Baker is still a virgin! (According to what Jake Baker told the judge in court.) A while back, someone was teaching someone else how to write a novel, and mentioned the need for experience, which I didn’t think was a good example. Another example is Emily Bronte, the writer of Muthering Height, who wrote her book when she was still a young girl in the world!
I have to do my work this Saturday. There’s going to be a gathering of the student fraternity here in the Great Hall. I watch them walk in. Some of them have brought their girlfriends with them, and they’re all pretty much hot little sluts.
I hovered outside one of the doorways, waiting to see if any of them had taken a wrong turn and come out of the doorway． Finally, a girl did come out. This little slut came out of the doorway on the second floor when she should have gone out of the doorway on the first floor. I heard the door open, so I went over to see her, and I saw her, and she was small, and she had thick hair, and she looked very confused. I asked:
“Do you need help?”
I could feel my prick starting to swell. She told me she was looking for a restroom. I told her that no one was allowed on this floor, so I had to register her name. She starts to complain in a long-winded manner, but I put on a stern face and guide her into the office here.
The door locks automatically after she enters． The office room is soundproofed and located right around the corner from the entrance to the auditorium. The sorority boys are probably all looking for someone to hang out with right now, and I’m part of it. When she walks into the office, the girl kneels down to tie her loose shoelace. I grabbed a heavy paperweight off the desk and smacked her in the back of the head. She fell to the floor. I took two bundles of wire from a nearby utility closet and tied her feet and hands before she woke up. She was lying belly down on the floor, and I put several coils of wire around her mouth before she could scream. Now she could only moan a little, but she couldn’t speak, which fueled my arousal even more. I started to strip her clothes while holding her down to prevent her from struggling too much． After I ripped her blouse and pulled off her skirt, I pushed her around. Her skin was smooth and soft, and she had beautiful almond-colored eyes. I slapped her face hard and continuously, one after another, my hands hitting her cheeks and temples． Her screams were getting more and more frequent now. I tore off her bra in the middle of her screams, and then I gave her a chance to scream even louder as I began to squeeze her breasts and pull her nipples upward. After a while, I bit down hard and violently on her breasts, which made her scream loudly and her body bounced violently． I kept on biting her breasts for a long time before I slowly let go, and then I stood up.
I put one foot on her to keep her from getting up, and then I started to take off my clothes. I reached down and ripped her panties off, revealing her smooth, slightly bulging pussy. I pulled my belt out of my pants and knelt down next to her and started whipping her all over her body, especially on her nipples. Her loud and continuous screams made me very impulsive. I rolled her over on her back and started whipping her smooth back and jutting ass. When I feel that my prick is too hard to bear, I move to the back of her ass, I pick up her bound thighs and wrap them around my waist, I get on my knees and slowly find my target, which is her anus, and then I push my hard prick into her tight asshole. With a lot of bobbing and loud moaning, my prick slid into her anus． Then I stood up, I took her tits in my hands and I started to walk around the room, the little slut wrapped around my waistline like a lewd belt. Ah, it felt so good!
Her body was rocking like a wave, from one side to the other, and her anus was clamping down on my shaft, one at a time. I took a few steps back, and then quickly lunged forward, slamming her bobbing head against the wall. I controlled the force carefully, not enough to knock her out, but enough to do some damage. Her body shook violently around my shaft as I repeated, over and over again, backing up, slamming forward, backing up, slamming forward again, and she kept screaming out loud, and then screaming out loud again． I wish I’d had the foresight to bring a tape recorder to record all this. Slowly, she no longer had the strength to scream any more, but just moaned like a wounded animal． Her hair was already mixed with a lot of blood. I put her down on the table. She rocked her body back and forth and moans of pain came out of her bound mouth． Her face was covered with some saliva and blood, which made me even more impulsive． I tied her securely to the table and then I sat down to rest for a while．
For the next few hours, I left her strapped to the table as I began to do my school work． Occasionally, every once in a while, I would reach out and squeeze her nipples, listening to the accompanying moan or yelp. I would touch her all over her body, from her tiny feet, to her pussy, to her asshole that I had violated, to her stomach, to her breasts, and then up to her neck and face. I don’t like it when she passes out, so I keep slapping the slut’s face to keep her awake.
At five o’clock, I went to dinner and did some other things, and after a good meal, I went to the place where the first-aid medicines are kept, and took out a first-aid box and a bottle of antiseptic solution． Then I went back to the office． I found my doll desperately trying to untie her． I rushed in and screamed at her．
“What do you want? Slut!”
“For your escape, I will now punish you!”
I was going to hurt her anyway, but she didn’t know it. I took a small knife out of the box and began to cut deeply into her succulent breasts, she bounced violently and let out a horrible scream. But for me, I felt an unprecedented urge, and my prick hardened rapidly．
I poured the antiseptic solution over her smooth, white breasts as they became strips of flesh. The slut let out a deafening scream so loud it hurt my eardrums. She was swaying and shaking, and I never let this opportunity pass. I pushed my prick into her tight pussy and poured more of the antiseptic solution over her. The pain was so intense that her pussy was clamping down on my prick. Still riding her, I took a pair of pliers out of the box and clamped down on her left nipple. Then I pulled back hard. Her flesh broke away from her body and slowly her breasts were torn away from her body almost in their entirety, she continued to scream and bounce loudly as I left a little bit of skin and flesh attached to her breasts, then I did the same to her other breast． My doll’s face was now completely deformed from the pain. She continued to bounce and I felt myself on the verge of ejaculation, I pulled out my prick and ejaculated into her face, white cum splattered all over her beautiful face. She tried to turn her head to avoid it, but I grabbed her hair and held her head firmly down, her eyes were wide open and the pain made her look even more beautiful. Her cheeks were covered with semen.
I slap her breasts, which are only slightly connected to her body, a few more times, noticing that they roll around ridiculously, but my darling doll is rapidly dying. The massive blood loss is hastening her death. I had wanted to do more and more exciting things to her, but now it seems that I can not. However, I am not worried at all as there are plenty of sluts like her around! I stuffed her still-dead body into a large, sturdy bag and kicked it vigorously until there was no movement inside. I hurriedly take the bag downstairs and throw it in the garbage, then I turn back around, I clean up my work environment carefully and prepare to close the door and leave the building, my work for the day is done.