So I’m walking alone, and then I see a slender figure jogging down the street in the distance. It was getting dark now, and the road was so isolated (I know where to go when I want to be alone), so I didn’t notice this minuscule pretty blonde girl until she practically ran past me. A high school student, I thought.
Then the most surprising thing happened. Before I realized what was going on, my left arm snapped out as if to stop her like a clothesline. She slammed into the crook of my arm and fell. It was some kind of weird instinct, I guess. Even though “I” had nothing to do with what happened next, and it certainly wasn’t my intention to hurt the pretty girl, I can’t deny that subconsciously there was a part of me that enjoyed it: I looked down at her. She was about to climb to her feet while eyeing me warily. She was wearing a white tank top and blue shorts. She stood up, frightened female eyes looking at me while I hit her again. Smacking her hard across the face. She let out a yelp of pain and fell back again, this time face down.
I straddled her body and then sat on her ass. I could feel her fine young skin through the layers of clothing. She started kicking and yelling about, slapping the ground with both hands.
“Get off! Get off of me!” She was practically screaming.
I pressed her face into the ground and leaned into her ear.
“Now figure this out, little cunt,” I said, “I’m going to hurt you so hard. And you can scream all you want. Please, you’re welcome. And then I’m going to fuck your little ass up and you’ll never see the man you love again, little slut.”
I laughed as I told her all this. She started to cry. I stood up, grabbed her by her long hair and dragged her into the woods. Her hands clamped down on mine, trying to break free, trying to get away from the pull on her scalp, but it was no use. I wasn’t going to let her go just yet.
When I dragged her deeper into the woods, I threw her violently against a tree. The cry of pain she let out nearly drained the air from her lungs. With one hand still holding her head down, I clenched my fist with the other and started punching her. Several punches to the small of her bare stomach plus a sharp blow to the jaw. The whole time, she tried to fend off my attacks with both hands and kick me with her legs. But she was young and weak.
I kept punching her until she went limp in my arms. Not unconscious, but no longer struggling. Her face, stomach, and upper arms were bruised and swollen from my blows. Tears rolled out of her swollen eyes. I let go of her and watched her slide to the floor. She curls up and lets out a weak moan of pain.
It was dark, so I began to strip her naked in a hurry. I tore her thin tank top and tossed it aside. Turning her over, I forced her legs apart and held her slender wrists in one hand while removing her white bra with the other. Her tender underage breasts popped out, and they protruded just a little from her chest. I rubbed and twisted her nipples with my free hand. She let out another moan.
“Like that, huh, slut?” I asked. She moved her broken lips, but made no sound.
Picking up the scrawny girl, I head her over to a horizontal log, leaving her ass puckered in mid-air. I roughly removed her shorts and panties, as well as her shoes and socks, so that she was completely naked. Her ass and legs were both slim and smooth. I slid my palm over her ass cheeks and then gave them a hard jerk. She let out a scream of pain and then tried to squirm again, and it looked like she was developing some resistance again. I gave her a sharp whack on the back of the head and she stifled a grunt and slumped back against the log, moaning again.
As I took off my pants, I said, “That’s what makes a good girl. Be a good girl and get ready to get penetrated. Where should I play first, huh?” I picked up a foot-long thick wooden branch from the forest floor. “Oh, I know. How about playing with your asshole first? Save the little cunt for later, I bet you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
The girl didn’t answer. I didn’t expect her to answer either, it was a rhetorical question.
Now I took off my pants and came behind her, spreading her legs with both feet, my cock hanging above her crotch and with the erection would be touching her pussy. With one hand, I parted her labia. Her cunt was wonderful and tight. Probably because I was touching her private parts, the girl squirmed again, so I had to hold her down with one hand. With the other hand, I pressed the thick branch of dead wood against her asshole and gestured.
“You’re going to love this.” I snickered.
Rotating the thick branch back and forth, I began to push harder into her anus. Small pieces of bark peeled off and stabbed into the tender flesh inside her asshole. The girl jerked her head up and hissed. Very good. That was the sound I had always wanted to hear her make. The sound made the javelin in my crotch spring upright. To make the pleasing solo even louder, I began thrusting that thick branch back and forth pumping her little ass, churning out more pain. She tossed her head and cried out begging me to please come down. Silly girl, of course I couldn’t stop.
As I pounded this stick in and out, bringing out some blood, my eyes swept up to the curves of her hips and back. Those areas, I thought, needed some attention as well. So, while I continued to stab her with the branch, I grabbed my pants off the ground, pulled out my thin leather belt, and with a backward motion of my arm, I slammed the belt onto her right buttock. “With a loud bang, a bright red mark was left behind. This brought a new round of wailing from the young girl. I raised my hand again. “Smack” on the left ass. “Slap, slap, slap” on her back and legs, and this time she let out a cat-like wail, her slender body pale from the pain, pleasingly jerking back and forth. I quickened my tempo, the thick branch and the whip together. Her screams never stopped, but became hoarse under nearly ten minutes of this torture.
I stopped whipping her with my belt when my arms got tired. She was crying and letting out weak moans. My lance is so hard that I have to nail her under this last ray of sunlight that is about to fade.
I pulled the thick branch out of her anus and watched as her asshole closed back up. The girl was gasping for breath. She must have enjoyed the activity just now as much as I did. (snickering)
Pressed against her back, stark redness and bruises spread across her darkly shadowed body. I aimed my glans at the entrance to her tiny pussy. It felt so warm. I reached under her with both hands and grabbed both globes of tit flesh full. It wasn’t easy to do so, as her tits weren’t very big, but I used a little force to stroke them to the sides and still managed to fetch a hand full of tender flesh.
“Ugh,” my dear little high school girl screamed, so abused that the movement she made didn’t even sound like a human voice.
Clutching her nipples, I pounded hard into her little cunt. Despite this force, her narrow cunt was only slowly being squeezed open by me. As I went deeper, she started making this shrill, rabbit-like noise. Then I started to fuck her, fast and hard, turning her insides out. My hard cock dug deep into her pussy, and her screams and convulsions turned me on even more. The walls of the cavity ripped apart so that my cock could make a path inside her. Blood began to ooze out from around my cock. Pumping, pounding, pumping, pounding, her tiny body shuddered with my furious napping. My hands squeezed her tits tighter, tugging and twisting until she was at her limit, and even a little further. I felt flesh and blood tear apart in my hands. My abuse was so brutal that when I pulled out of her bottom there were bruises on the skin around her pussy.
But I was close to cumming, so I straddled her and grabbed her head with one hand. “Take it!” I yelled, forcing my blood-stained cock into her tiny mouth. She gagged and choked, but I pushed my cock straight to the hilt and held it there without moving. She choked and gagged while taking my cock, which made me come faster.
The climax came when I exploded down her throat. I cum for almost half a minute, filling her full of hot cum. Her pain etched face twisted in disgust at the taste of cum and blood in her mouth. When I finally pulled my dwindling cock out, she slumped to the forest floor and vomited.
“Dirty slut.” I said in disgust.
I stood in front of her until she looked up at me pleadingly. And when she did, I pissed on her. Streams of yellow-colored piss spread over her face, her hair, and rushed into her nostrils, ears, and mouth. She threw up again.
When I was done, I exhaled contentedly and gently leaned against a nearby tree, lighting a cigarette and smoking it. A long time must have passed, and by the time my tortured and abused girl rose from behind the log and attempted to run for her life, it was already dark. I very calmly drew my .22 caliber pistol (still have to be careful at night, lots of perverts around) and shot her. The bullet grazed her shoulder. She fell to the ground and didn’t have the strength to get back up. I stood up straight, lifted my pants, and walked up and shot her three more times: one in the other shoulder, then one in each leg. In this way, she would never crawl back to a populated area and would go through a process of death that would be both painful and long.
I walked out of the woods the way I’d come, making sure she’d never crawl back near this road, and then I went home. By the time anyone found her, there was nothing left that could identify me. Just a corpse left over from maggots. Nature’s way of cleaning up, so to speak.