Apartment

It's a quiet night. I sit in the dark apartment waiting, watching the
traffic on the street below. I smile at how easy this has been.

I've watched the girl for a couple of days, she seems oblivious to my
presence. Maybe she hasn't seen me or maybe she's used to people
watching her, dancers are like that I suppose. Her routine is the same
every day. She goes to work at about eight o'clock every night, and
comes home at three o'clock in the morning.

I look at my watch. 2:58am. Almost time.

The apartment was a breeze to break into. I just climbed right up the
wooden cage surrounding the lower apartment’s patio and over the low
wooden fence surrounding the upper patio. The sliding glass door was
unlocked, I just let myself in.

Footfalls on the stairs outside. She's coming. I get up from the
chair and hide behind the curtains that normally cover the patio door.
I've found this hiding place when I came in and I've cut a small slit
in the fabric so I can watch her come in.

She opens the door and I can see her illuminated by the porch light.
She's a vision as always. Tall, with the slender graceful figure of a
dancer. She has long dark hair tied up in a bun, little streams of it
drop down over the fine angular features of her beautiful face. She's
perfect.

She comes in closing the door behind her, drops her bags down next to
the door and turns on the lights. I watch her body move under the
flowery cotton sun dress she's wearing as she kneels down to pet her
cat. A cat, by the way, that ran up to me when I came in like I was
part of the family. I think I like cats.

She stands and walks past my hiding place to the kitchen. I hold my
breath as she walks by, it's too early for her to see me, it would
complicate things. I hear the sound of her sandals against the tile
floor of the kitchen, it appears that she didn't see me. I'm lucky
tonight. I slowly release my grip on the long silk scarf wrapped around
my left hand. The sounds from the kitchen tell me she's feeding the
cat.

I watch as she walks back into my field of view then turns and walks
directly away from me down the hall toward the bathroom. I must act
now! I quietly (oh so quietly) move out from behind the curtain and
silently wrap the other end of the scarf around my right hand. She's
still unaware of my approach as I lift the scarf over her head and
tighten it down around her pretty neck. I pull the ends of the scarf,
hard.

She tries to scream, I think. But all that comes out is a gurgling
sound. She begins to struggle and kick. I stand sideways to protect
my groin and pull the scarf tighter. I take a few shots in the ribs
from her elbows. It hurts but I can't let up now. I pull her body a
little closer as she twists and turns.

Thirty seconds pass. Her face becomes beat-red, her eye's are wide
with fear and her tongue sticks out of her open mouth as she gasps for
air. Her struggling reaches it's peak then I start to feel her
weakening.

One minute. She continues to pull at the scarf with her hands and kick
with her sandaled feet but I already know that I've won. I pull back
on the scarf until her head is resting on my shoulder, I breathe in her
scent, her hair, her skin, the light smell of perfume worn behind the
ear.

One minute, thirty seconds. She's losing control, I watch as her
movements become jerky and erratic. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes
roll back in her head and her mouth closes on her still outstretched
tongue. The gurgling noises have all but stopped. I'm rock hard.

Two minutes. I admire her stamina, two minutes without air and still
on her feet. However, as I'm thinking this I feel her knees begin to
buckle. I watch as her long lovely arms slowly drop to her sides and
her eyelids flutter closed. Her head lols from side to side and then
falls forward.

Two minutes, thirty seconds. The only indication of movement now are
her infrequent body spasms. I hold her up by the scarf. She dangles
limply in my grasp. I continue to pull on the scarf, no going back
now.

Three minutes. I lower her lifeless body to the floor, face first. I
watch her bare left leg jerk once, then, no more movement at all. She
is mine.

I pull on the scarf for a long time. Another five minutes or so, just
to be sure. I remove the scarf and check her pulse. None.

"She's Dead," I say to myself.

I remove the scarf and put it in my pocket as I take a long look at her
motionless body, lying face down before me. I kneel down and, starting
at her head, move both of my hands down the curves of her body. As I
work my way down I can feel the bra and panties that she wears under
the soft cotton dress. I feel my heart skip a beat as my hand finally
touches the soft smooth skin of her legs. I continue to move until my
hands rest on the sandals she's wearing.

I'm shaking as I gently bend her leg at the knee, lift her foot up, and
slide the sandal off. I toss it aside as I look at her now bare foot.
It is long and graceful like the girl herself, I softly kiss the
sole. It's still warm and soft, very nice. I push her leg back a bit
farther so I can see the rest of her foot. She's wearing a dark
purple, almost black, toenail polish. I run my lips along the top of
her foot and across the row of her soft little toes.

I realize as I put down her left leg and pick up her right that my
pants have gotten uncomfortable. I pull off the other sandal and
untuck my shirt from my slacks. I pull the shirt up and over her bare
foot and let it rest next to my skin as I undo my pants and slide them
down to my knees.

My erection is almost painful as I look at the beautiful dead girl. I
move away slightly and her bare foot slowly slides down my stomach and
comes to rest next to my swollen member. It is heaven. I begin using
my hands to move her foot up and down my shaft. The pre-ejaculate on
the head of my dick lubricates her foot nicely. I reach down and pick
up her other foot and bring them together on my cock. I take her feet
like that for what seems like a long time, but I stop myself just short
of cumming. There are still other things I want to do.

I stand up and step out of my pants then I pick them up and pull a
small pair of sharp scissors from the back pocket. I kneel back down
and pull each strap of the dress away from her shoulders so that I can
see her white silk bra straps. With two quick movements the straps are
cut. I then unhook the back of the bra through the dress, reach under
her right arm and tug the bra away from her body.

Now I lift up the girls dress until I can see her white silk panties (a
matching set). I run my hand up her dress and use the scissors to cut
the fabric on both sides of the silk undergarment. Then I just pull
them off of her. She's naked now except for the dress.

I stare at her soft pink pussy. It glistens! I slip one of my fingers
up inside her. She's wet. I wonder at this. Was I performing some
fantasy? Did she wish for something like this to happen to her? I'll
never know.

I remove my fingers from her and roll her body over onto her back. I
look at her face. Her beauty is stunning, even in death. Her tongue
still sticks out of her mouth and her brown eyes are half open. I lean
down and touch the tip of my tongue to hers and push it past her teeth
back into her mouth. She tastes wonderful. I push open her eyelids so
I can see her beautiful brown eyes. I caress her soft face with my
lips and work my way down to her neck and then begin to undo the
buttons holding the dress on.

I continue kissing and licking her body until, after five buttons, I am
greeted by the sight of her beautiful breasts. They are round and firm,
not too large, not too small. They have small dark pink nipples. I
taste them. I pull on them with my teeth. I continue undoing buttons.

I work my way past her perfect navel complete with belly-button ring
(which I remove) and down to her perfect, pink, wet, pussy. I run my
lips over her small patch of soft brown hair and down between her legs.
I smell her. I taste her. I experience her. She is perfect. She is
mine.

Again the scissors do their work and the straps holding the dress on her
arms fall away. I pause and step back to admire this beautiful naked
woman lying dead in the cut-up remains of her clothing.

I'm still so hard it hurts.

I bend down and pick up the body. She dangles lifelessly in my arms as
I carry her into her bedroom. I place her face-up sideways on the bed
with her head hanging off the edge. Her mouth opens naturally. I take
a deep breathe and kneel down. It's so easy to push my dick into her
mouth it feels like it was made to go there. I slide it up to the hilt,
until I can feel my balls touching her face. She accepts it without
complaint, of course. I pull out somewhat and thrust forward again. I
marvel at the way her throat swells with my erect member inside it.

I fall into a rhythm and watch as her body moves with each thrust Her
breasts bounce up and down in time to my music. It is wonderful. I
have to stop again, this time I'm almost too late. I pull out and try
to fight back the eminent eruption. I wait. I breathe. I look at
her. She stares back at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

I grab her by the shoulders and turn her face down, then stand up and
walk around to the other side of the bed. I reach out and grab her by
her bare feet. I hold them for a few seconds caressing her soft toes
and then pull her body across the bed until her cute little butt hangs
out just over the edge. I put her legs down and they fall at an angle
to the rest of her body giving me a clear view of her tight pink
rosebud and her soft wet pussy.

Normally I don't care much for anal sex but the idea of taking her in
every one of her orifices turns me on. I reach down and stick my
fingers up inside her until they are slick with her juices. Then,
slowly, I insert one of them into her ass. I work it around for a
while and then insert another, then, slowly, another. Then head of my
prick is wet enough with juices of it's own and with only a little
thrust I manage to push it in.

It's tight almost too tight. It seems she didn't care much for anal
sex either. That's okay, she doesn't care now. The idea turns me on.

I take the naked dead girl in the ass as long as I can stand it. My
dick is screaming for release. I must, as much as I don't want to,
finish this soon.

I pull myself from her asshole, walk back around to the other side of
the bed and pull her by her arms back onto the bed. I turn her over
and then twist her body around so that she's lying lengthwise on the
bed. I reach down and spread her beautiful soft dancer legs. I remove
the rest of my clothes.

Her body shakes from side to side as I crawl up onto the bed and
position myself on top of her lifeless nude body. I move my dick to
the opening of her soft inviting pussy and it seems to just fall in. I
lay on top of her feeling what remains of her body heat and I slowly
begin to slide in and out of her.

I move my legs to the outside of hers and use them to push her legs
together. This increases the pressure on my already throbbing penis and
I realize that I can't last much longer. I continue my sliding in and
out as I look at her. Arms at her sides, legs together, with my cock
sliding in and out of her. I look at those beautiful glassy brown eyes
and I finally lose control.

I shoot load after hot load of my cum deep inside her pussy. I can't
seem to stop it goes on for what seems like hours. Finally I collapse
on her soft still-warm body. I kiss her passionately, driving my
tongue deep into her waiting mouth. She cannot kiss back. I like
that.

After a few minutes I pull out of her and clean myself up. I draw back
the covers and then I pick her up and put her in bed, taking the time
to run my hands over her body again. I cover her up and tuck her in as
if she were sleeping.

I bend over and kiss her lips one last time.

"Goodnight," I say.

I gather my things and put my clothes back on. I leave the way I came
in, through the sliding glass patio door and down the wooden cage.
It's been a good night, I may not feel like doing this for some time to
come.



I guess we'll see.

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I returned to my deer stand and brought it and the rest of the equipment back to the house; cleaned my rifle and put everything away. A short time later I noticed it had started to rain and was raining heavily. Good. That definitely should cover my tracks. A very sucessful "deer" hunt; don't you think 

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Manford crossed his legs to conceal his boner. He sipped at his bourbon and looked forward to watching the scantily clad girls on the beach. He longed to stick his cock in some dark beauties willing pussy. Willing or not he would stick them hard and deep until he sprayed his seed deep inside her cunt. 

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It was Friday, and I had gotten off work at the usual time. I left my cubical and headed to the time clock to the taunts of the new boss on my apparent inadequacies. I wanted to turn and slug her in the jaw.

I have this vision of hitting that bitch right in her kisser. In it, I see her knees buckle at the second my hand hits those well-formed, full lips. Her eyes roll back in her head as her upper body starts a slow, deliberate backward motion. The toes of her spiked high heels come off the ground, as her big teats heave upward. She lands on her lovely round ass and then her back.

The problem was that it was only in my head. What, in fact, happened, I told her, in as polite a tone as possible, “I’ll try to do better next week,” and left the bullpen headed to the time clock and then to Mike’s Place. I drowned my sorrows at the local watering hole, giving Sam, the bartender, an earful of work woes.

Leaving the joint and feeling somewhat better, at 10:30. Too fucking early, to call it quits, on a Friday night. Getting in my car, I started the engine, slipped it into gear, and wondered what I could do for fun. Driving around for some time, I saw the Park, damn that’s an idea. Lincoln Park, two square miles with playgrounds, benches, fountains, and wooded areas with a meandering jogging path running through it.

That’s when one of those fantasies exploded in my mind. I thought, ‘why the fuck not?’

Finding me a secluded spot, on the far east end of the park, I hid the pickup in a grove of trees not far from where the jogging tack passed through the thicket.

‘I don’t have to do anything,’ I told myself. ‘I can just watch the bitches pass by and dream of what I’d do to them.’ I don’t think it was a lie, but I also knew I could do what I wanted if I’m willing to bear the consequences.

Everyone always went the same direction on the track, I think it’s because of the sign near the entrance that says jogging track, start here. I concealed myself near the end of a long straightaway. Beyond that, were some twisting turns through the woods. If I wanted to take one of them, that first hairpin turn was a good spot. It was near the truck, where the brush is thick. After you get them off into that part, man alive, do you have privacy.

I’d needed the privacy that those thick woods would give me! The first bitch came bounding down the trail, huffing, and puffing, dense disgusting layers of fat jiggling, like some alien gelatinous life form. Sweat rolled off her face, her spandex was soaked through with her copious body secretions. I could just about smell the stench of the porker’s burning fat. The next one, a bodybuilding superwoman, a big muscle-bound physique, bounded toward me. That stupid manhater would be a battle, wasn’t ready for that, not yet, but I marked her in mind for future reference. The next one was scrawny. In fact, for two hours, I wasn’t happy with any of them, or I couldn’t work up the nerve.

It was after midnight, I hadn’t seen any cunt pass by for over 30 minutes. I had just decided to go home and whack off, or maybe hire a guttersnipe. I decided that I’d have me one more smoke and then head out of here. I pulled the pack, packed it down, again, and took a smoke out and lit it. Dragging the noxious fumes deep into my lungs, I held there a second, letting the nicotine do its thing. As I began to exhale, looking down the track, a woman came around the bend 200 yards away from me. She had big tits, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing as she jogged. The bitches, big double C’s, swayed side to side, and they bobbled. Up and down, but in a way that said they were firm.

The closer she got, the more you could see her tight, fit body, a dancer’s physique. This Trixie had pride, I hate proud, haughty cunts. Her pink running outfit showed as plain as if spotlighted in the scattered, overhead illumination of the jogging path. Her hair was pulled tight on her head; doubtless, she had it in a ponytail. I could see she had a full figure but not fat. A thin waist, I could imagine a round ass, but not fat, damn she was hot as hell. And of course, the slut knew she was hot and used it to full advantage. I imagined dozens of men like me in her wake, the confidence shattered the pocketbooks drained, their balls hanging as trophies over her mantel.

I pulled in a last lungful of smoke, holding it inside a second before exhaling the fumes. I moved closer to the track, crouching only a few feet away, behind a bush, and waited for her to pass me. Every nerve in my body came alive, my hearing focused on her footfalls on the path. My mind raced with a plan. I pulled my buck knife from its sheath, flipped it open as the sound of her stride became louder. She passed me, the race was on, I leaped to my feet and ran after her.

She heard me. My hard shoes slapping the paved running lane a dead giveaway someone was behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw me, knife in hand chasing her. Not panicking, not yet at least, she changed from a jog to run. But I’m a good runner, I bounded to within inches of her. We were on the curves, her head swiveled around, looking over one shoulder and then twisting her head, gazing over the other, checking on me.

Ah, there is it is, panic, that wild-eyed desperate gaze over her shoulder, as she tried to shake me. I imagined I could smell her fear, maybe I did, or perhaps I sensed it. Could be, she was one of the sick-o’s that loved the thought of being molested, and I smelled her thick lube building between her legs, getting her cunt ready for a hard-slamming. Oh, god, I hoped that was not the odor, I don’t want the trollop to enjoy one moment of what happened.

No, it was fear, it hung thick inside her brain. Terror drove her to run harder and faster. I just dogged her, running right behind the bitch. I brandishing my knife. The whore can see, I closed the distance, inching closer. I’m like a madman in a movie, I use less effort and still close the gap. She stays just out of reach but knows, I’ll get her. The dread overwhelms her. The sweaty fear radiates from her, like a nasty invitation to destroy the whore.

I waited for the hard turn at the end of the twisting part. Letting the snobby rich bitch think there was a hope, however small, that she’d get away from me. I even fell back just a tad, for a moment or two, then rushed closer to her. We neared that hard turn, she’d have to have to slow down there. I put my hand out to her, snatched a handful of her ponytail. At that moment, the split-tail started her turn. I dug my feet into the track, sliding to stop, and yanked back hard.

You know those cartoons, the ones where the guy’s feet run ahead of him? That’s what happened to her. The vixen’s feet kept going forward while her upward body jerked backward. She hung in the air for a second, well, it seemed that way, then crashed to the ground. You could hear the impact, even hear the rush of air out of her lungs. She rolled over on her belly. Sucking wind, that awful wheezing, when one’s lugs can’t quite get a breath. It thrilled me when that sound came from the stuck-up beaver.

The look on her face, a pleasant mixture of fear, pain, and panic, caused my cock to leap in my jeans. She rolled onto her belly. Put her hands to the ground. I tit kicked her hard then, and she again collapsed in a heap. Getting on top of her. I rolled her over and gave her kisser a blow that KO’d the bitch, her eyelids fluttered, her pupils went up, showing only the whites. The bitch was in La La Land.

God, I had a hardon now. My cock ached for a tight fit in a sweet unwilling hole. Closing the knife, I put it back on my belt. I looked around, took a good firm hold of that ponytail, and drug her behind me. I was the caveman. She was the fuck for the night. But not here, not in the park … as hyped up as I was, and I was so incredibly high just from her capture. That notwithstanding, I knew that I needed more privacy than this place allowed. If I just fucked her once, these trees would do, but abuse her right, I needed time and to be away from any possible prying eyes.

At the pickup, I pulled out a roll of duct tape, covered her mouth, bound her hands together behind her back, and her legs above the knees, and at her dainty ankles. Picking her up, I realized she was light, 100 to 110 pounds of pure, USDA grade-A … fuck meat. Putting the bitch on the floorboard of the backseat of my truck, I covered the slut with a blanket.

Treating myself to another smoke. I sat on the back seat. My conquest lay on the floor below me, my feet resting on the whore’s shapely, small ass. Mumbling, fearful pleas filled the air. She wiggled and contorted her body, with a pleasing vain attempt to free herself. An old collapsible shovel sat on the seat. I grabbed it and opened it up, it was a short one, I took hold of it just above the top of the blade, bent down, raised it over her head and neck and smashed the handle down, just hard enough to get her attention.

“Be still, bitch, shut the fuck up, or I’ll hurt you bad.”

The cunt shut her flapping pie hole. I don’t know if I had put the bitch under again or not. Maybe I put the fear of God in her, perhaps she went lights-out nighty-night. I didn’t care which, as longs as the nag wasn’t flapping her flytrap. I’d have plenty of time to reveal in her fear, later, once we reached our destination. I covered her up once more. Tossed my smoke away and got in the front seat. I started the engine and headed away from the park. Turning east on Country Club Lane and drove out into the country. I had a special place to take my prize, a big sandpit, a barn, even a pond on the little patch of land. It’s all surround by a big fence, a locked gate, and room to do what you want to a tramp. I have the key, it’s my uncle’s place, he wouldn’t mind me using it. Well, at least if he didn’t know about it, he would not frit over its use. After all, his house is a mile from the sandpit and barn.

I needed some jack-me-up to keep going. I had a stash of pot to smoke at the barn, but beer would be a good as well. Turning off the road, I pulled into an all-night convenience store and parking at the pump, I fed it my card and started the tank filling. I walked into the joint, caught sight of a lovely little Latina bitch working the cash register. She smiled and nodded at me. I smiled back, thinking, ‘I’d sure like to hurt that little ho.’

I wanted to fuck something it prayed on my mind, wanted it bad. Looking at my watch, 1:30 in the morning, I dug a case of beer out of the cooler. I looked at the bitch at the counter again, and again she flashed me a friendly smile. She worked me, a whore for sure. Get off with a quicky now, last longer the first time with Miss Cunt later.

Putting the beer on the counter, “How much,” I asked.

The cashier told me and indicated I would pay with the card. I shoved it into the slot and entered my code. All the time, the whore just smiled at me, moving her head to some music only she heard. Licking her lips, flashing me knowing looks and nods.

I returned the card to my wallet and fished out a 20-dollar bill. I smiled at her. She smiled back, running her tongue over teeth and ruby red lips.

“Anything else I can get you?” she said. Her voice had a seductive tone, enhanced by her thick Spanish accent. She dripped the fuck me attitude so prevalent in the women of the mongrel races.

“I want to poke your throat.”

“Double that, and you got a deal,” she said.

“No,” I told her. “You do it for this, or I’ll load up and go.”

“I usually get at least 30 for a blow job,” she said, turning away from me she walked to the back of the little booth. Acting disinterested, trying to drive the price up, she started putting cigarette packs into the display.

I walked around to the gap opening, moved into the booth, and in two seconds flat, I was behind her. I spun her, yanked her blouse open, and shoved the money into her bra. Grabbing her by the hair, I guided downward toward her knees.

“Hey,” she said, “I told you it’s 40 bucks.”

I smacked her face with my free hand and continued to force her to the floor. Once I had her on her knees, I released my grip on her curly hair. I slapped her face with my open palm and then backhanded her.

“Shut the fuck up, open your damn pie hole, and take this like the whore you are,” I said. All the while, I undid my fly and fished out my semi-erect throat-gouger. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth opened. Sticking a thumb in on one side of her yapper, I forced her mouth further open, used my free hand to get a new hold on her hair, and lurched forward. The head of my cock went past her lips, paused for a moment at her tongue.

“You fucking nick my cock with them teeth, I’ll fucking knock them out your head.”

Her eyes rolled up at me. She wanted to say something, but I just forced it to the back of her mouth and kept going. I humped her face hard, gagging her, the saliva sprayed out her mouth onto my jeans, it trickled down my balls. Yeah, I love that feeling, what’s a whore going say? After all, you’re paying the bitch. Tears welled up, big ones, overflowing, running down her face, they liquefied the eyeshadow, her thick makeup, the trails of it marred her face as thick rivulets flowed across her skin.

I pounded that face, my balls slapping against her chin. Yeah, I fucking needed this throat gouge. In a flash, I dumped seed down her throat. Yanking my cock back, I continued to spray, filled her mouth. I pulled out and jacked more cum over her greaser’s face.

“You didn’t need to be so rough,” she said.

I smacked her face with a clenched fist. I hit her so fucking hard, I knocked the wetback to the floor. The Mexican bitch kneaded the bruise on her face while I glowered down at her. I let her know the nothingness.

“I fucking paid for it, cunt. I treat you how I want when I pay you.”

“Only, fucking, 20 bucks,” she said. A thick glob of cum fell from her nose to the floor as she spoke. I wanted to laugh at the cheap spick. I felt such pride in how I’d treated the whore. I had never been so aggressive, I wouldn’t ever go back to passivity. I’d never be taken for a ride by a bitch again, I’d give them rides, the rides of their lives.

“Lazy ass spic. I did the work, you weren’t worth half as much as paid,” I told her. Then I kicked down on her left tit with my right foot. She curled up on the floor a blubbered. What a lovely sound, a fuck hole crying her eyes out, I kicked her again, and one more time for luck. The dull thuds of my boot bashing her flesh had pleasing bass quality, like hitting a kettledrum. I didn’t have time, or I’d played a drum solo on her brown meat.

I walked from the small cashier area, pulled a soda from a cooler, and slapped a five on the counter. I leered at the whore. The cunt still lay on the floor, rattled from my treatment. Served the bitch right. I fucked that fucking slime whore with no regard for who she thought she was. I bet no one treated her like that in her life, until me. I showed her her value. A big zero, nothing but an open mouth with a cock crammed in it, that’s the sum of her worth, 20 fucking bucks. Next time I might abuse her cunt or ass!

“Keep the change,” I said. I drank down the soda and tossed the empty can at her.

Getting to her feet, the girl stumbled out onto the sales floor. She grabbed some napkins at the coffee counter and headed for the bathroom, wiping the cum from her face as she moved away from me as fast as she could. I walked to the door, the case of beer in one hand. I swung the door open, the little bell jingled, she disappeared into the women’s shit-room.

I went to the pickup, pulled away from the station, and resumed my journey. I flipped on my mp3 player and listened to Nazi Punk rock. The encouraging words of the superiority of the white race, and angry, just comments about the mud people, the niggers, spics, Asians, and mixed races uplifted me.

The bitch started mumbling again, fucking whore. I wondered if she was a Jew or maybe a dago, she had a long, hooked nose, didn’t take away from her being cute. It was the only flaw I had spotted about her. She kicked her feet against the floorboard and tried to scream through the duct tape. I hit the brakes and shoved the car into the park in a quick motion.

The truck skidded to halt, she bounded around, bouncing up on the backseat and back to floorboard. I turned and moved over the seat, balled up my fist and smacked the bloody spot on the blanket. I figure my signet ring hit that crack in her scalp because she whelped in pain.

“Shut the fuck up, you scraggly, assed whore,” I said.

She kept mumbling I could make one of the words. She said, “Please,” followed by something else, unintelligible, repeatedly. I hit the back of her head again and told her, “Shut up,” the fuck meat fell silent.

I drove out to my uncle’s place and parked in the barn. After closing the barn doors, I opened the old workshop. Walking in the smell of oil and must hit me. The scent wasn’t a harsh stink, more an unpleasant muskiness. That notwithstanding, pleasant, it was not. I dug out some scented candles and lit them. There was a small bed back on one corner, various tables, and tools in the shop.

My uncle had some leg shackles, a collector item, but functional. The old-fashioned ones from the 19th century with a key that inserted into a slot and you turned a square nut thing that locked them, found the matching cuffs as well. These would work.

There was my big bowie knife, in its presentation case, hanging on the wall. That’d put the fear of Riley in my toy. I went to the truck, opened the back passenger side door, threw the blanket off her, cut the tape from her legs, and grabbed the ponytail. I yanked that hair hard and started walking. The heifer crawled from the truck fast when the pain of hair being torn out hit her. I walked back toward the barn while she stepped backward, falling, and I just kept going, and the cunt struggled to get up as I dragged her into the room.

She screamed, right through the duct tape, I could hear that awful, pitiful screeching of pain. Damn, if that didn’t make the ole pecker come to attention! I tossed the waif of a cunt against the wall, and she crumpled to the cold concert floor. I removed the big Bowie from the case and squatted in front of her.

Waving the knife in her face, I chuckled as I thought of all the nasty things we would do. She squirmed, her ass moved this way and that, her eyes widened, a tear leaked out and ran down her cheek. I put the life out, with the dull curved side at the point I caught her tear. Then licked it from the blade. I cut her shoestrings with the knife, from the bottom to the knot.

Jabbing the knife into the wall just to the left of her face, I laughed at her flinching. I grabbed the shoes and jerked them from her feet, tossed them behind me. Now the cow wore no shoes or stockings. I took her feet in my hand and massaged them in my strong hands. An appearance of confusion covered her face. I continued to knead her feet, soft and tender. I took one of her big toes in hand, pushing it back hard until I heard the satisfying snap as it broke. She screamed in pain, the sound muffled by the tape, yet incredibly gratifying to hear.

“You aren’t going to run away from me, bitch,” I said, repeating the object lesion on her other foot. Her head hung as she again wailed. I can’t tell you how lovely her pain was. Taking the knife in hand, I dragged over each of the balls of her feet several times, slashing them. This would make walking or running painful. Her voice took on a harsh, raspy sound making her screams more plaintive, pleasing me in ways so dark and deep I don’t even understand it.

Cutting her clothing off of her and restraints from her. Ogling her naked body, my prick appreciated the view and struggled against its confines, her vision locked onto my crotch. I held the cuffs and leg restraints in one hand as I massaged my dick through my pants with the other. All the while, giving her smirk, confidant in my mastery of her.

Dropping my hand from cock, I started to bend to her. The bitch jerked both feet to chest, kicked out, hitting my cock and balls with a massive wallop. I plummeted to the floor, clutching my privates. She jumped to her feet, striking my temple with another kick. I sucked air, clutching my head and groin.

Even with broken toes, and cuts on the souls of her feet, she ran outside the barn. I heard the door on my truck slam shut, but no keys there. The door opened and slammed again, I knew she’d run away from me. Fucking bitch!

I got to my feet, my throbbing balls wouldn’t stop me from getting my prize back. No bitch gets away from me. She’s just a cunt, I’m a man. I’m more than a man to that bitch, I am God that fuck-slut. I grabbed a switchblade, a length of rope, a flashlight, and took off after the cock tease.

Her feet left bloody marks to follow. The cunt ran down a draw into a washout area that led to a stinky abandoned family dump. A small box arroyo, with steep walls on all the sides other than gully leading into it. As soon as I ran into the filthy, small hole, I saw her, trying to climb the vertical wall. Her feet were about four feet from the base, she clutched the raw dirt and rock with her fingers, and tried to use her feet to push up the cliff. I watched a minute, this would be fun. I could hear her grunting, sobbing, and praying for help.

Her God hears her, but I wouldn’t give her aid. I’m an avenging God.

I knew her feet hurt like a son-of-bitch. She clutched into the dirt, pushed up with her right foot, screaming in agony. I have to admit, my cock loved her pain. The woman snatched with her left hand, just broke free when she pulled herself upward. Her body fell backward, and she crashed into old tin cans, some wooden crates, and rusted pots and pans.

I chuckled hard as I closed the ground to her. Balling my fist, I gave her a love tap on her ample left bosom. Getting on her chest, I freed my dragon and shoved it down her throat. I pumped into her with hot lusty passion for five minutes. Flipping her over, I ass raped the bitch until I neared completion.

At last, I turned her face up again and made the cunt lick the shit and blood of my cock. Then, putting just the head of my cock in her mouth, I jacked off, spilling my seed in her mouth, it flooded out and ran down her chest, some spilling on the ground.

I forced her to clean the cum from her body and eat it. To top it off, I made her eat the semen-soaked dirt. As the whore crawled back to the barn, she kept begging me, pleading, and haggling for her freedom. I told her I would free her, once I’d enjoyed her flesh enough.

Hope is the motherfucker, give it to them, they just let you do what you want. So long as there is hope, you can fuck them up, and they offer no resistance. I asked if she was jew. She froze, hanging her head, muttered something.

“What?”

“No.”

“You’re a lying cunt,” I snapped.

“Please, I can’t help what I am.”

We were just outside of the barn. I smiled, the kind of devious grin that a person has when they think evil thoughts. Kicked her between her legs, up hard into her pussy.

The JewBitch collapsed into the dirt. Whaling like some cow balling as it’s led to slaughter. She rolled about, her anguish exquisite in its expression.

I kicked her again, this time busting a tit hard. I watched her, excited by her pain. My cock throbbing to destroy cunt. Her pain intoxicated me, like fine wine, and strong bourbon combined, a giddy high filling my essence.

“Get your ass in there, crawl up on the bed, face down ass up, Hymie-whore.”

This time I stripped down and ass fucked her, all nine buried balls deep. She screamed like a banshee, and fucked it, her ass, face, cunt, fucked them all balls deep for hours. Giving her little loving cut here, a hard punch there, smacking her worthless Sheeny butt with hand or belt.

I fucked until two Saturday afternoon. Shackled the Heeb, slept, and went at her for more fucking. At four Sunday morning, this morning, I cuffed her to a post, feet, hands behind her back around the beam, trusted up like punching bag.

I put on my work gloves, good leather gloves, and used her for my work out. From shaved cunt to tits, from boobs to face, I beat her, breaking bones, her nose, busted one eye socket, till the eyeball hung below for the bashing. I thumped on her until I thrashed the life from her.

She’s still standing there, a thing of beauty. I’d take her down, put her in her new home, but I need to get to church. I’ll have to come back and finish, she’ll be ripe when I get back, but I have to go worship my God first.

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I’m Jordan, Thomas Jordan and I’m 29 years old. I have a big fat cock and that is the problem. Oh, you guys don’t think so, well dig this. When a girl sees how big it is they back out of fucking. I put up with this shit for years when I did get to fuck a bitch they wouldn’t go out with me anymore saying, “You’re too rough.” I put up with shit from the time I was seventeen until last year. When I was 17, it was barely ten inches long, now it is over eleven and ¾ inches long and about 9 inches around. Bitches say they like big pricks, but they fucking lie. They are talking about some seven and a half inch cock, not a massive tree stump.

My last girlfriend lasted four dates. After our third fucking, she broke it off saying I was too big and too rough. She told me I didn’t care about her feelings. Her fucking feelings – what do I care about that? I want this monster taken care of. I don’t give the shit stain on underwear about a cunts damn feelings. That was when I had, had enough of it! I wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore.

At first I wasn’t a planner and it nearly cost me dearly. I mean the first time it was a fucking impulse. Don’t get me wrong – I had already determined I was going to take what I wanted. Even so, I hadn’t actually raped a bitch yet. I wanted to though, I was ready to I just hadn’t figured out when.

I was in a downtown parking structure one night, about to rip off some stereos from the cars for a little extra bread. I liked this particular lot because they had no security cameras. I had a few radios and some other shit out of three cars when I saw her. A tall, cool, drink of water caught my eye when she walked out of the central core elevator. One fucking hot cunt, she was tall, with big boobs bouncing, she sauntered down the row of cars. She was dressed in a business suit. I’m sure you have seen the kind of whore I mean. Beautiful professional looking women in suits – just like men’s suits only for pussys, not cocks. It was blue with white pinstripes a coat and matching skirt. Under that coat was a white blouse, silk I figured. Can you believe it? This bitch strutted like a damn model showing off on a runway.

She didn’t see me so I quietly shadowed her. She swaggered her wealthy ass toward the expensive cars in the reserved section. In a flash, I made up my mind. I was going to fuck this cunt up, it was my time. Quickly, I looked around, there was no one to be seen. I ran as fast as I could, then launched myself headlong at her. I hit her waist high. We sprawled out between to cars she slid all the way to the retaining wall. Her jacket flew open her big tits bouncing as I enjoyed the show. I jumped up rushed to her and towered over the bitch. Her purse was a foot to the right side of her the grip of a gun peeked out at me.

“EXCUSE ME,” she barked at me. I grabbed her purse and took the little revolver from it then shoved it in my coat pocket. I rifled through her bag, pushing money, credit cards and some jewelry in my pockets.

“You fuck head leave my shit alone,” she snapped. This bitch was arrogant and dumb. Immediately I bent back down toward her. I slapped her face hard with the back of my hand. I hit the bitch so hard her head bounced off the cinderblock.

“Shut the fuck up you lousy rich bitch!” I reached down and grabbed a handful of dark hair and bounced her head against the wall again. “BITCH! If you EVER talk back to me again, I’m gonna fucking waste your gorgeous ass!” Grabbing the coat, I roughly yanked it from her. Then threw the handbag over the retaining wall into the alley below. Forcefully I drug the whore to her feet by her long black hair. I pushed her hard back into the retaining wall. Her ass landed on the top of the little wall her feet went out from under her. The fucking bitch nearly went over the wall backward. I wasn’t ready for the cunt to take a dive so I grabbed her silk blouse and yanked her back. I put both hands on the shoulders of the blouse and heaved hard, the thin material tore so easily from her body. The buttons flew, falling to the coarse concrete making a tingling sound as they hit.

“Take that fucking bra off – WHORE! Take it off now!” I looked at her with a hateful, lustful glower. She stood there defiantly looking back at me. The cunt refused to move. I moved like lightening and punched her left tit with my big right fist. She staggered back, “If you don’t want me to use your tits like a damn punching bag, you fucking worthless cunt, then get that damn bra off your fucking milk bags!”

“Yes sir,” she coughed out. Then she reached back unsnapping it she slipped the straps off her shoulders letting it fall to the cold hard cement. The tears flowed out of her eyes in a stream. Her big tits shook from the trembling of her body.

“Kneel bitch,” She quickly complied with my wish. Unzipping my fly, I worked my massive cock and balls from my pants. The large mushroom head of my semi-hard cock pointed toward her. “Get to work shit bag!” It was a big curved monster wanting to come to life. It bobbed up and down and swelled a little more as she gawked fearfully. She looked sheepishly at the trouser monster but did not move toward it. Stepping closer I smacked her face with my cock. My prick responded by growing a bit as the cunt recoiled from me. She leaned back as if she wanted to escape. That fucking wasn’t going to happen, that shit was never going to happen again. I exploded at her.

“Get your fucking pig face on my cock,” She reached for it with her hand. “No fucking hands cunt!” She opened her mouth her lips covered the crabapple sized cock head. She struggled trying to get my cock in her mouth. Stretching her mouth as wide as she could, the pig endeavored to fit its considerable girth in her mouth. Thick mascara ran down her face as the tears continued to flow. Her gigantic tits heaved as her fear caused her whole body to shudder. I was bored with her lazy slow, tentative, halting attempt to give head. Grabbing her head with both hands I shoved it down her throat. Bucking my hips furiously, I forced the colossal meat down her gullet. Her eyes pleaded for me to stop so I fucked her face even harder. Spit flew from between my cock and her painted lips while thick streams of snot ran from her nose. I loved it the fucking cunt was getting what she deserved. Her massive tits bounced against my body and her belly I was fucking her face harder than her cunt had ever gotten. Soon the spunk spilled down her throat.

When I pulled my still rigid cock from her mouth she belched up spunk. The thick white baby-batter spilled out of her mouth over her tits along with copious amounts of spittle and snot. I yanked the slime bucket to her feet and shoved her to the short wall and bent her over it. From her head to her big tits she hung out dangling over the alley. Kicking her feet wide apart I ripped her skirt open then tore the pantyhose from her ass. Pulling the thong first to one side I then wrenched up on the cloth, it tore like paper. I thrust my cock into her honey pot. Cramming it in fast driving it three inches inside her on a single thrust. Damn that tight cunt ripping open felt so fucking good. I could feel how bad it hurt her.

The plaintive, painful scream that emanated from her mouth sounded animal like and drove me to fuck her harder. Six inches, then nine then all eleven plus fat inches of white cock tore into her. Deep hard fast I fucked this tall assertive, unwilling whore – making her my sex toy, my sex slave, the bitch was going to pay! I was demolishing her body, I wanted to destroy the bitch’s soul as well. I told her what a worthless whore she was as I demolished her cunt.

I was going to make this bitch pay for every whore that said, “No, I won’t let you put that monster in me.” Thinking of that I shredded her cunt with force. I pounded into her like a fucking jackhammer ripping up pavement. I felt muscles rent and blood oozing. Still there was lubrication and her hips began to meet my thrust. I reached around her and mangled her tits with my large hands. I pinched them, squeezed them, and yanked at the nipples. I bashed them against the cinder block wall. Still I could tell this whore was getting off! Once she got in rhythm with me I decided to change it up a bit. I didn’t want this whore to actually enjoy this.

Yanking my cock all the way out, I quickly positioned my plump prick head at her ass and plunged in hard. God there was a lot of resistance, the muscles clamped down pushing against the intruder, trying to force me out. I fought in one hard fucking inch at a time and she again wailed like some fucking beast. That was just an invitation to fuck her harder.

I fucked her harsher shoving in deeper and deeper. I felt the soft squishy shit and packed it up inside her. It took time but at last my balls were slapping against her sloppy wet cunt as the base of my cock stretched her ass as wide as it could go. With each lunge into her ass I yanked back on hair. She screamed like a stuck pig. I pounded her harder and harder until at last I let loose another stream of nut batter.

Pulling her back into the structure I yanked out my limp cock, shit blood and cum covered it. A stream of the same mixture leaked from her ass, it ran down her leg. I forced her to clean my limp cock with her tongue. Then I drug her by the hair, looking around I saw what I wanted. A long water hose with a spray attachment on it. I turned on the faucet then squeezed the handle and sprayed cold water on her face and body. She cried harder than before which was quite amusing to me.

“Please you are hurting me and this is cold,” I struck her face with the sprayer then shoved it in her mouth. The water flooded down her throat and squirted out her mouth and nose. I pulled it out and pushed her down on the ground on her belly. Then I shoved the nozzle up her cunt and squeezed the handle. She screamed out and her pain and terror caused my cock to twitch, but I knew I was on borrowed time. I resisted the urge to rip her up again.

I shoved the nozzle up her ass then squeezed the handle and held it there for a bit. Shit, cum, and blood oozed out of her around the sprayer. I yanked it out and pulled her up a little.

“Shit it out bitch!” I snarled at her. As the liquid shit shot out of her ass, I again had a good laugh. This was so much fun I didn’t want it to end, but someone would have reported the screams by now. I quickly used the sprayer to hose off the sidewalk. The muck was fucked up enough the cops couldn’t get shit from it. Yanking her to her feet by a handful of hair, I ran her headlong toward the retaining wall where I fucked her. Pushing her hard as we neared it she struck the inflexible structure between her knees and cunt. The top heavy bitch went over the side. I watched as her body drifted downward twisting and turning. First she was going down face first but her body twisted around and she fell face up. The look of fear as she struck the ground was magnificent. Her body seemed to sink down a bit as she hit. There was this loud wet thud along with several cracking sounds all mixed together. She didn’t move at all after she hit, I guess four stories is high enough.

The red and blue flashing around me caught my attention. I slowly turned and I saw the cop standing there with his gun drawn. I held my left hand up high as he hollered out, “Freeze!” I slid my right hand into the coat pocket as I turned and fired the gun from inside the pocket. The bullet hit him in the gut. He returned fire and I heard the bullet whizz by my head. I shot again this time I aimed and the bullet struck is left eye. The body fell in a heap. I pulled his wallet out of his pocket, removed his money and credit cards, and then let the billfold fall on his lifeless body. Using the cunts key I hit the lock button watching the cars until I found hers. Driving it out I used the cop’s credit card to pay her bill and drove away.

I dumped her car in the river and walked toward home. I threw away my latex gloves in a trash can a few blocks from my apartment. I got home and watched the news then cleaned up. They reported about a murder of an ad executive and cop killing at the same location. I thought that was the best part of the news. I went to bed and had sweet dreams about fucking that cunt and her pretty screams of terror. Early the next morning I caught a bus to my work. After work I went to the garage and retrieved my car. I used her credit card to pay on my way out. I thought to myself, “Better get better at this shit dumb-ass!”