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#Abuse #Rape #Tween
By Jimboy
Me, a young girl I’ve abducted, and no-one for miles around to hear her scream.
[This is a fantasy, and not for the faint-hearted. But if you enjoy disgusting perversion, read on.]
Picking up a young girl, ideally between 10 and 12 years old, is pretty simple. Take it slow, befriend them with smiles, get to know them a little, gently win them over. Offer a lift in the station wagon one day; and that’s it. Lock the doors, drive quickly to a quiet spot, drag the bitch out of the wagon and lock her in the covered back. Let her scream as much as you like as you slowly drive away. Ain’t no-one gonna hear from now on. Relax. She’s yours, all yours…. all mine. This is the story of Girl No.3.
I drive for forty minutes away from town and up to my cabin, way up in the back hills. From late fall thru to March there’s snow here. It’s remote, there’s no-one for miles, and cold. It’s a snowy wilderness. Perfect. My little bitch has stopped screaming and sobbing now, and it’s quiet in the back. I wonder if she’s pissed herself. I like it when girls do. I like licking the piss off their legs and their cunt lips. This one? She’s my third. My third fuck-doll. She’s slim, long dark hair, brown eyes, nice little growing tits. Says she’s eleven, nearly twelve. Wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw her.
I leave the highway miles back, drive up the track through the woods and arrive at my sweet lill home; the log cabin I built ten years back, just for me and my perversions, my fetishes: safe from prying eyes. There’s fresh snow on the ground, and the trees are covered; all very pretty. I get out, open the back of the station wagon, and there she is, cowering and whimpering. I grab her, pull her out and smack her face hard, telling her to shut the fuck up. There’s no-one to hear, but I’m tired of hearing her say “I want my mom”. You ain’t getting your mom now. You got me instead. I lift her over my shoulder, laughing at her pathetic efforts to kick me, liking the smell of her fear. She’s wearing her pink puffer jacket and thick black leggings: for now.
I unlock the door with her still wriggling like a fish over my shoulder, and we go in, like the bridegroom carrying the bride over the threshold, except that this bride is a shit-scared little bitch. I throw her down on the settee, and she lies there shaking. She gasps when she sees my equipment on the wall: my lovely array of whips, handcuffs, knives, hammers and other tools, all neatly lined up. Clearly she admires my good taste in punishment and torture. Standing over her, my cock is already hardening, and she’s not even got her puffer jacket off.
“Take that off,” I order her.
“No,” she says loudly, hugging it to her. Stupid bitch.
I tell her again, again she says no, so I unzip it and rip it off her, throwing it into a corner of the room.
“Now the jumper,” I say. “Or am I going to have to do it?”
“Fuck off!” she shouts. Bad move. I go and get a knife.
I wrestle her back down on the settee, and work the knife under her jumper. I pull hard, and the knife carves a big slash through it. She screams. I tear the garment to shreds and throw it away.
“Now the bra.”
“No!”
“The bra, you little cunt. Do it.”
She shakes her head. I bring the knife close to her, run it under her bra strap and cut clean through it. And again. The bra falls apart, and she’s left covering her pretty little breasts with her hands.
“Take your hands away,” I order. “Let me see your breasts, you fucking little slut.”
“No,” she says. Bad move. I punch her across the side of her face and she cries in pain. That’s nothing compared to what she’s got coming.
Now her hands fall and I can gaze on her breasts. I love young girls’ breasts; so soft, so pink, so beautiful. Nice nipples. I want them. My cock is now bulging in my pants, and I unzip. It springs out, big and hard. I kick my boots off.
“Suck it,” I say.
“Fuck off!” she says again. She doesn’t learn.
I grab her, pin her down by her throat with one hand, and with the other I pull off her ankle boots and socks. I then slide the knife, that shimmering cold sharp piece of viciousness, down the front of her leggings and panties over her cunt. I twist the blade outward and jerk it hard. It rips through the panties and leggings, and dropping the knife I now rip both to pieces with my hands in a matter of seconds and throw them aside, despite her pathetic attempts to stop me. She lies naked before me. Good thing it’s nice and warm in here. I like to keep it warm for my naked guests. Hmm: a trace of soft cunt hair around her pink labia. I like that, as does my cock, which seems to enjoy the sight of its soon-to-be new home. It’s already wet at the tip.
“I’m gonna enjoy fucking that,” I say half to myself, half to her. With my glistening cock still fully erect, I drop my pants and pull off my sweater. She stares at my cock in terror. I know what she’s thinking: that cock will rip her pussy wide open. It’ll split. Yep, she’s right. It will.
She tries to wriggle off the settee, so I clamp my hand back over her throat and squeeze. “Be a good girl and let daddy here fuck you senseless,” I growl at her.
And with that, she suddenly pisses herself with fear. A fountain splashes against my stomach and thighs. I grab her legs, stretch them so wide it looks like she might split, and greedily slurp my tongue over her piss-wet cunt, licking every last drop from her labia. God, I just love girl piss, especially when it’s clear like this, and not too strong. I keep licking, roughly forcing two fingers into her cunt and pulling it wide open. Heaven. I lightly bite her clitoris for fun.
Then I stand back to wipe the piss off my thighs with the shredded remnant of her jumper. That’s her cue to roll off the settee, grab her boots, put them on (under my amused gaze) and run for the door.
“You’re free to leave,” I tell her. “The door’s unlocked.”
So she does. I watch through the window as, totally naked apart from the boots, she runs out into the snow. She hesitates, uncertain where to go. Then, as the previous two did, she runs towards the trees. Stupid fucking bitch, I think to myself, did she honestly think she could get away? Slowly, unhurriedly, I put my clothes back on before heading out. I mean, it’s freezing out there, and who’d be stupid enough to be out in the snow without clothes on? Oh yeah, her. I head out, slowly walking through the snow towards her. She cowers, shivering violently.
“Going somewhere?” I ask with a smile.
“Fuck off. I want my mom.”
“Yeah, well if she looks as pretty as you, I’d want her too,” I reply. “How bout we fuck her together one day?” I pull her up from her crouched cowering position, and throw her back into a snowdrift. I want her to know what real cold is. She screams at the freezing shock and tries to stand up. I push her back into the snow drift, and holding her throat with one hand, scoop up a ball of snow of the other and ram it hard into her cunt. Yeah, that makes her squeal.
I grab her left leg, hold her by the ankle and drag her back through the snow to the cabin; with her kicking, writhing and screaming, and me thinking how pretty her cunt looks all covered in snow. I don’t care about the screaming, the next house is seven miles away and the old guy who lives there is virtually deaf.
I lift her shivering body up to carry her in, and when inside with the door shut (and locked this time), I set her down on the rug by the big log fire to warm up. Her hair is wet with melted snow, which makes her even more fuckable and pathetic at the same time. Then, after a few minutes, I decide she needs exercise to get properly warmed up. I get the whip from off the wall.
“Ok baby, run around to get warm,” I tell her. I’ll encourage you with this.” I flick it close to her. She flinches, gets to her feet, and asks me not to hurt her any more. Hmm. No.
“Go on, run!” I order her.
As she moves to my left, I flick the whip across her naked back. She screams, and a big red slash mark shows across her shoulders. Game on. She runs and tries to hide, but the whip gets the better of her. Soon she is sobbing and covered in angry red slashes; across her ass, her stomach, her pretty little breasts, her slim thighs. She begs me to stop, which I agree to do. After all, it’s bedtime. I grab her and pull her roughly into the bedroom, where everything is prepared: the plastic sheet on the bed, the hand and leg ties all neatly set out.
I throw her onto the plastic sheet, and pin her to it with my knees while I tie her up. Soon she is ready, legs spread, arms stretched behind her head. Casually I strip off and show her my throbbing seven inches of cock again.
“We were interrupted by your needing to piss on me and then your little stroll out to the woods. Let’s get back to business,” I tell her. She spits at me. I laugh. This fucking little bitch is going to get what she deserves. She tries to squeeze her legs together but of course cannot. Her pink labia signals to me. I climb on the bed, squirt some lube onto my cock, and then push into her.
“I hope you’re still a virgin,” I say. Without waiting for an answer, I push harder. Her cunt is warm and tight, and her hymen needs breaking. I ram through it and penetrate deep into her. She cries and sobs “Stop it, leave me alone!”
I withdraw just a little and have the deep pleasure of seeing her blood on my cock. I want more. I force my tongue into her mouth and French kiss her violently, keeping her mouth forced open with my fingers. Then, before she gets to bite them, I remove my fingers and start tracing them over the red whiplash marks on her breasts and stomach. I scratch them hard with my filthy nails, and to my delight they start to bleed, just a little, but enough. I lick the blood off her breasts, feeling like a fuck-crazed murderous vampire. Again she cries out in pain, which makes me fuck her even harder and deeper. “I love the taste of your piss and your blood,” I tell her.
She just sobs; the pathetic cunt.
But her breasts hold my attention. Her nipples stand out from her pink areolas, and even though lying down, her young breasts still have shape to them. Greedily, my mouth now engulfs her right breast, and I can feel the ribs beneath. I close in on the breast with my teeth starting to bite into the soft flesh. She screams in pain. There’s only one thing to do; to bite clean through her soft little breast and completely sever it. I am moving from vampirism to cannibalism, with a living victim.
All the while I still pound her stretched, sore, bleeding cunt. Blood starts to spurt now as I bite deeper into her. It drips off my face as she writhes in agony; and then passes out. Either it’s the pain or the blood-loss or the sheer terror, but who cares? Her breast is part bitten through, and then with one more large bite it is severed, and my mouth fills with her flesh, her blood. I feel the rubbery nipple in my mouth, and I chew it to a pulp. It feels disgustingly fabulous as I swallow it all: the nipple, the areola, the skin, the thin lining of fat. I’m eating her alive while I’m still fucking her.
I look at her unconscious body. On the right side, bloody ruination. On the left side, a perfect young breast, untouched. Not for long. I kiss, I suck, I engulf, I bite: again and again. More blood spurts all over me. She must be dying of blood loss now. Her torn breast hangs from my mouth as I withdraw my straining cock from her bloodied cunt. I take hold of it and rub it all over my face in sex-crazed ecstasy, before tearing the nipple and areola off and again chewing it to a pulp that I greedily swallow. The torn remnants of her destroyed breast go where they should, stuffed deep inside her cunt. Job done, her labia closes over in one last gesture of life. I kneel over her body and finally jack off into the bloody mess of where her breasts once were.
I leave her dead remains tied to the bed for a while, and then – as with the previous two – I fuck the corpse of the bitch for one last time. Fucking dead girls gives me such a high, I love it. I can feel my cock thrusting against her ripped up breast in her cunt, and I cum with two big spurts. Later, I’ll drag the body outside and let the coyotes feed all they want. They get so hungry in winter. Then I’ll bury what’s left somewhere out in the woods, close to the other two.
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By Jimboy
#Abuse #Rape #Tween
