She wore a red leotard, as if she were deliberately showing off her figure. But she was dancing alone.
I kept an eye on her for almost an hour. She wasn’t talking to anyone but the bartender, and she was wearing high heels, with a 1″ heel I think, and those aren’t really good for dancing either.
From the look of her young face, she was merely in her late teens. I’m guessing she’s not from the neighborhood. Most likely a slut from some middle school who came here to take advantage of the weekend to go home and get some bubbles.
Since she wants to come and have fun, I’ll give her a weekend to remember for the rest of her life, and how long she has left in that life, that’s impossible to say.
She was tired of dancing and finally came over to the bar. I sat a few stools away from her.
She wasn’t the type of girl to call beautiful, but she was cute. Short light red hair, a round face, and her eyes were green with a tiny nose. Just what I was looking for, I thought to myself.
She was already a bit tipsy, and I looked at her attentively as she was absentmindedly playing with a car key grommet. It was this Toyota.
I paid my bill and walked outside. The street was very dark, there were no street lights, and even more fortunately for me, there weren’t too many cars parked on the side of the street either, although there were two Toyotas there, only one of which had a school parking permit taped to the front window.
“Dick’s Middle School.”
The girl didn’t even have her windows completely drawn up, so it seemed I was lucky enough to open the door without much effort and then hide in the back seat of the car.
I’m waiting.
It wasn’t long before the girl with the red hair stepped out, she opened the car door and got in. She didn’t have a clue that I was right behind her.
She cranked the car’s stereo, “Powerhouse Music,” damn it! My preference was country music, so I listed that as a reason I was going to rape and kill her, and I made a list full of reasons to do so! But then again, I didn’t really need the list.
The car began to move and had driven down several streets.
I quietly climbed out of the backseat and I put a knife next to her throat.
She shivered in shock and sucked in a breath of cold air.
“Keep driving on,” I said, “or I’ll kill you.”
If she knew that she would die an even more painful death when she arrived at a remote place as I had instructed her to do, she might as well choose to die right now under the knife that is me. Of course, there was no way that this little redheaded slut could have known that the consequences would be like this.
I told her to drive towards an isolated parking lot. When we got there, I told her to park and step out of the car, which she did.
“Why are you doing this?” She whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Keep your mouth shut! Little slut,” I said to her.
I waved a knife at her and I told her to take her clothes off. When she refused, I thought I had to hit her.
I slapped her vigorously across her lovely face. She staggered backward from the blow and I pulled her by the hair and forced her to her knees.
“You’ll be a good boy and take it off, Stinky, am I right?”
I said as I furiously pulled her hair to emphasize my simple request.
She cried out, “Please don’t, please don’t.”
I slapped her again with my other hand. She began to cry out loudly. I slapped her face again so hard that her face, which was bruised to the point of obviousness, began to swell.
Finally, she threw her hands up, then whimpered:
“I’ll do as you say.”
“Good,” I said.
I let go of her and then take a few steps back to look at her.
She stood up and very slowly began to remove her clothes.
“Come on!” , I urged her, “I want to see your lovely body naked and exposed to me!”
She took off her shoes, her tunic and then her tight red dress.
Turns out she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts popped out freely. Her breasts weren’t too big, with tiny and pink nipples.
I told her to stop.
Now, all she had on was her panties.
Her body was shaking. She crossed her arm’s and wrapped them around her chest, her big panicked eyes gazing at me.
I walked up to her and took hold of her left breast, her slippery breast was soft.
She shuddered.
“Are you scared of me?” I asked.
She nodded wordlessly.
“Are you scared of me?” I screamed at her loudly, twisting and squeezing her breasts savagely.
She gave a cry of agony and sobbed:
“Right! I’m scared of you…oh God, please don’t hurt me!”
“Good,” I said as I forced her to kneel in front of me again and I removed my pants, my prick standing straight up to its maximum size. She closed her eyes.
“Kiss my prick, little slut.”
She just kept shaking her head. I grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her over to me, my tantalizing lips touching my shaft.
“Kiss it! This prick is your master, little, and you will die for this prick!”
She began to cry again.
She sobbed in shock and made a kind of low sound from her throat as I rubbed my hard, aching prick against her face.
I laughed and flung my hard prick against her cheeks, her eyes, and her lips. The little slut was trembling in fear in front of me. Her fear was a great stimulus to my libido.
I held her down and she was now on the ground like a dog.
She looked back at me in horror:
“No…don’t rape me!” She begged me.
I was smiling at her.
“I’m going to whip your ass with my belt now. You are not allowed to call out or I will kill you!”
Honestly, her plump, pretty ass does need to be abused a bit.
I removed my belt and stood behind her. I rolled the belt up and whipped it down vigorously on her ass.
The sound of the belt hitting flesh was amazing, mixing with her cries and moans, and the moment the belt made contact with her ass, pain flashed across her face and tears poured from her tightly closed eyes.
I spanked her again. A reddish mark shows where the belt hit her ass.
I hit her again and again, and then she began to bear it, tears filling her face, her lips trembling with pain and fear.
She was much prettier in this form I thought instead. She was prone like an abominable animal before my raw power, naked and trembling all over. I whipped her again, but chose a lower position, hitting her thighs. Her whole body shook violently. I whipped the soles of her feet, her back, her arms.
I ended up whacking her in the face a few times as well, breaking her nose bone and bruising one of her eyes.
I laughed out loud as her face was covered in blood. It was at this point that she really screamed at the top of her lungs.
I’m a little surprised she’s been able to hold out for so long. Of course, I wasn’t in a hurry to kill her right away, I had other plans.
I stopped whipping and took a good look at my masterpiece.
Her ass, legs and back turned red all over again from the whipping, her arms were shaking fiercely, her whole body had collapsed and she collapsed to the floor.
I laughed as I knelt next to her and flipped her over. Her front fell completely untouched. I looked over at my victim’s face, where what had been a clean, smooth teenage girl’s face an hour ago was now a patch of black, a patch of blue, and bleeding.
I stroked it gently and smiled happily when I touched a spot of broken skin and she shook violently.
I looked down at her breasts, they hung like little watermelons, her skin was pink and tender like a newborn baby. I reached out and twisted one of the nipples and was rewarded with a tantalizing moan from my captive.
I increased my force, twisting and jerking it harder, all the while listening to the noise the little slut was making.
“You’ve got a nice pair of breasts,”
I said quietly, and lit a cigarette.
When she saw what I was doing with the reddened tip of my cigarette towards her breasts, she called out loudly:
“Oh, no, please don’t.”
She tries to roll her body to get out of the way. I stomped on her with my boots so she couldn’t move. The hot tip of the cigarette slowly approached her soft breasts and she looked so terrified that I couldn’t help but laugh.
Finally, the tip of the cigarette touched her nipple. I had only touched her lightly, but the loud screams she let out and the violent shaking of her body made it seem as if I had poked the entire tip of the cigarette into her breast.
She was prescient, because in fact that’s exactly what I proceeded to do. I casually poked my cigarette towards her nipple, and the little redheaded slut kept letting out cries of pain, and sometimes the cigarette went out, so I relit it and poked it through again.
Her whole body was swinging violently, and I was going to hold her down tightly, and after a while, the little slut’s right breast was covered in burn marks.
When the cigarette went out for the last time, I told her:
“Spread your legs, little slut!”
She was just moaning, in agony, as if she could no longer understand what I was saying.
I had no choice but to pick up my belt again and swing it at her burnt black breasts. She screamed again. I swung again, this time purely for fun.
Then I bent down and pulled off her panties, spreading both her smooth thighs apart to reveal her pussy. But then I realized there was a soft layer of hair covering it.
“How disgusting this is!” I shouted:
“Why don’t you scrape it off, Little!”
Since she wouldn’t answer me, I had no choice but to remove these pubic hairs myself. I pressed the lighter against her pussy.
“Now,” I scoffed, “I am not going to feel any pain at all.”
Setting the lighter on fire was like flipping the switch on a machine that specializes in loud screaming. I had to burn a portion of her tender pussy in order to completely remove the hairs, and to make the best of things, I waited slightly longer until all the pubic hairs had been burned out, admitting that I wanted to hear a little more of the wonderful screams that she was letting out.
Ah, now, things are much better!
I flipped the little slut over and I got on my knees behind her, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up high, then slammed her face into the concrete a couple times with vigor. I heard her teeth break as they touched. Blood vomited out of her mouth.
I laughed, and then I thrust my prick into her pussy from behind. Her pussy was narrow and hot, and although I pumped into her vigorously, as often as I could, I didn’t find it too stimulating again. I remembered how she had been trembling just a moment before, and I grabbed her hands and wrapped them behind her back, and I began to bend her tiny finger in the opposite direction until it couldn’t be bent any further.
Then I push harder.
When this finger broke off, her body shook and spasmed wildly, while increasing the friction against my prick. She tried to scream at the top of her lungs, but choked on the blood.
I fucked her harder, and then I bent off the rest of her fingers one by one. Each time, she jerked and twisted more violently so that I could feel it even better. My prick was going in and out of her pussy, and even though she wasn’t a virgin, she was still tight.
I was on the verge of cumming as I pulled out my prick and flipped her over vigorously as I rode her, cum shooting into her burnt breasts. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her broken and bleeding teeth as my cum dripped from her breasts, creating a small pool near her belly button.
“Well, it doesn’t feel too bad.” I said.
The little slut sighed as she seemed to relax a little.
“But your body still needs a little work from me. You still might go and tell someone about it, you might even claim that I raped you. You sluts, you’re all the same. That’s why I have to kill you.”
But first I need to pick up my souvenir from this evening.
“Please don’t…no…no…” she murmured in a barely distinguishable voice:
“Oh, please don’t kill me, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, please don’t…”
Her nagging made me impatient. I picked up the knife again and I sliced off both breasts, burned and unburned. Her chest now had two large bright red holes where her breasts had once been.
I carefully wrapped the cut off breast and placed it in my bag as my souvenir for the evening. My actions seemed a little rushed now as I tried to quickly pack away the body that had lost its appeal to me.
I picked up the knife and stuck it the whole way into her anus. Then I picked it up hard and ended up where she once had two holes and now she only had one.
I shoved her remains into a nearby sewer and drove off in her car, where I rummaged through her wallet, and it turned out her name was Yami, a lovely name.