Dancing rape

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I saw her at the dance club. She was on the dance floor, the lights casually surrounding her. She wore
a red bodysuit, as if deliberately flaunting her figure, but she was dancing alone.

I'd been watching her for almost an hour; she didn't speak to anyone except the bartender. She was wearing
high heels , maybe an inch high, not really suitable for dancing. Judging from her young face, she looked
to be only in her teens. I guessed she wasn't from around here, most likely a slut from some high school, taking advantage of the weekend to
hang out here. Since she wanted to have fun, I'd give her a weekend to remember for the rest
of her life. How long she had left to live, who knows?

She got tired of dancing and finally came to the bar. I sat a few chairs away from her. She wasn't
the kind girl who could be called beautiful, but she was cute. Short, light red hair, a round face,
green eyes, and a small nose—just my type. I thought to myself, she's already a little tipsy.
I watched her intently; she was absentmindedly playing with a car key ring—it was for this Toyota.

I paid my bill and went outside. The street was very dark, with no streetlights.
Luckily, there weren't many cars parked on the side of the road. Although there were two Toyotas, only one
had a school parking permit on its windshield.

"Dirk High School."

The girl hadn't even completely rolled up the window. Looks like I was lucky; I opened
the door easily and hid in the back seat. I waited. Soon, the red-haired girl came out.
She opened the door and climbed in, completely unaware that I was right behind her. She turned on the stereo—"
Hit Song"—damn it! My taste is country music, so I added that to my list of reasons to rape and
kill her. I've made a list full of reasons! But I don't really need this list.

The car started moving and had already passed several streets. I quietly climbed out of the back seat and
placed a knife next to her throat. She flinched in shock and gasped. "Keep
driving," I said, "or I'll kill you."

If she knew that following my orders would lead to a more agonizing death in a remote place, she would rather
die by my knife now. Of course, this red-haired little slut couldn't possibly know
the consequences.

I told her to drive to a secluded parking lot. When we got there, I told her to park the car and get out
, which she did.

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. "Please don't hurt me."

"Shut your mouth! You little slut," I told her.

I brandished the knife at her, demanding she take off her clothes. When she refused, I felt I had to hit her. I
slapped her hard across the face, sending her staggering backward. I grabbed her hair and
forced her to kneel.

"You'll take it off obediently, you little brat, am I right?"

I said, violently pulling her hair to emphasize my simple request. She cried out, "
Please don't, please, don't."

I slapped her again with my other hand, and she started crying loudly. I hit her face hard again
, and her face, now bruised, began to swell. Finally, she raised her hands and sobbed,

"I'll do as you say."

"Okay," I said, letting go of her and taking a few steps back to look at her.

She stood up and very slowly began to take off her clothes. "Hurry up!" I urged her,

"I want to see your lovely body naked in front of me!"

She first took off her shoes, her outer garment, and then her tight red dress. It turned out she wasn't wearing a bra,
so her breasts bounced freely out. Her breasts weren't very big, and her nipples were small and pink.
I told her to stop; now, all she was wearing was her underwear. Her body was trembling,
her arms crossed over her chest, her large, terrified eyes fixed on me. I walked up to her, grasped her left
breast; her smooth, soft breast trembled slightly.

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked.

She nodded silently.

"Are you afraid of me?" I screamed at her, roughly squeezing her breast. She cried out in pain
, sobbing,

"Yes! I'm afraid of you... Oh God, please don't hurt me!"

"Fine," I forced her to kneel before me again, pulled down my pants, my penis erect, at
its maximum size, and she closed her eyes.

"Kiss my penis, you little slut."

She just kept shaking her head. I grabbed her hair with both hands, pulled her close, and her alluring lips
touched my penis.

"Kiss it! This penis is your master, you little bitch, you'll die for this penis!"

She started crying again.

As I rubbed my throbbing, hard penis against her face, she sobbed in terror, a
low sound escaping her throat. I laughed and slapped my hard penis against her cheeks, her eyes, and her lips.
The little slut trembled in front of me, her fear a powerful arousal for my lust. I pushed her down;
she was now on the ground like a dog, turning back to me in terror:

"No…don't rape me!" she begged.

I smiled at her.

"I'm going to whip your ass with my belt now. Don't scream, or I'll kill you
!"

Frankly, her full, beautiful ass did deserve some abuse. I took off my belt
and stood behind her. I rolled up the belt and lashed it hard across her buttocks.
The sound of the belt striking flesh was strange, mingled with her screams and groans. The instant the belt touched her buttocks, pain
flashed across her face, and tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes.

I whipped her again, leaving a bright red welt on her buttocks. I struck her repeatedly
, until she could no longer bear it. Tears streamed down her face, and her lips trembled with pain and fear.
I actually found her much prettier this way. Before my primal power, she lay prostrate
like , naked, her whole body trembling. I whipped her again, but this time at a lower point, striking
her thighs, causing her to shudder violently. I whipped her ankles, her back, her arms. Finally,
I lashed her face a few times, shattering her nose and bruising one of her eyes. I
laughed , her face covered in blood.

Only then did she truly scream, and I was somewhat surprised that she had endured it for so long
. Of course, I wasn't in a hurry to kill her immediately; I had other plans. I stopped whipping her and
properly admired my masterpiece.

Her buttocks, legs, and back were all bright red from the whipping, her arms were trembling violently, and she
had completely collapsed to the ground. Laughing, I knelt beside her and turned her over; her
front was completely untouched. I looked at my victim's face, a face that had been
clean now patchy with black and blue marks, and bleeding. I gently stroked
it, and when I touched a broken patch of skin, she shuddered violently, and I smiled gleefully. I looked down at her breasts
, which hung like small gourds, her skin pink and tender like a newborn baby's. I
reached out and pinched one of her nipples, eliciting a seductive moan from my captive. I increased the pressure,
pinching and pulling harder, listening to the noises this little slut was making.

"You have a nice pair of breasts!" I said quietly, lighting a cigarette. When she saw
me bringing the glowing cigarette butt towards her breasts, she screamed,

"Oh, no, please don't!"

She tried to roll away, but I pressed her down with my boots, immobilizing her. The hot
cigarette butt slowly approached her soft breasts, and she looked terrified. I couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, the cigarette butt touched her nipple. I only touched it lightly, but her
loud screams and violent trembling made it seem as if I had stabbed the entire butt into her breast. She had foreseen this
, because that was exactly what I was going to do next. I casually poked the cigarette butt into her nipple, and the red-haired
little slut kept screaming in pain. Sometimes the cigarette butt would go out, so I would relight it and poke it
again . Her whole body was shaking violently, and I had to hold her down tightly.

After a while, the little slut's right breast was covered in burn marks. When the cigarette butt went out for the last time
, I told her, "Open your legs, you little slut!"

She just groaned, in pain, 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 charred breast. She screamed again, and I swung
it once more: this time just for fun.

Then I bent down, ripped off her panties, and spread her smooth thighs apart, revealing her vulva
, but I found it covered with a layer of soft hair.

"How disgusting!" I yelled, "Why don't you shave it off, you little bitch!"

Because she wouldn't answer me, I had no choice but to remove the pubic hair myself. I pressed the lighter
against her vulva.

"Now," I said mockingly, "I won't feel any pain at all."

Lighting the lighter was like turning on a switch for a machine that screams loudly. To completely remove
the hair, I had to burn part of her tender vulva. To do it right, I waited a little longer after
all the pubic hair was burned off, I admit I wanted to hear more of her
beautiful screams.

"Ah, now, things are much better!"

I flipped the little slut over, knelt behind her, grabbed her hair, pulled her head up,
and slammed her face against the concrete floor several times. I heard her teeth break, and blood
gushed from her mouth.

I laughed, and then I inserted my penis into her vulva from behind. Her vulva was narrow and warm
, and although I thrust into her forcefully, trying to increase the frequency, I didn't feel any greater stimulation. I

remembered how she had trembled earlier. I grabbed her hands and wrapped them behind her back, starting to bend her small
fingers in the opposite direction until they couldn't bend any further, and then I pushed harder.

When that finger broke, her body shook and spasmed wildly, which also increased
the friction . She tried to scream, but choked on her blood. I fucked her harder, then
broke off her other fingers one by one. Each time, she convulsed and writhed more violently, which made it feel even
better for me. My penis went in and out of her vagina; although she wasn't a virgin, she was still very tight
.

I was close to ejaculating, so I pulled out my penis, flipped her over forcefully, and straddled her, shooting my semen onto
her charred breasts. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her broken and bleeding teeth, and my semen
flowed down her breasts,
forming a small pool near her navel.

"Hmm, not bad," I said.

The little slut seemed to relax a little and sighed.

"But your body still needs some work from me. You might still tell others about this, you might
even claim I raped you. You sluts like you are all the same, so I have to kill you."

But first, I need to get my souvenir for tonight.

"Please don't...no...no..." she murmured in an almost inaudible voice, "Oh, please
don't kill me, I won't tell anyone, I promise, please don't..."

Her incessant chatter annoyed me. I picked up the knife again and
cut off both breasts, the ones that had been burned and the ones that hadn't. Her chest now had two large, bright red holes—where her breasts had once been
. I carefully wrapped the severed breasts and put them in my bag as a souvenir for tonight.

My actions were now somewhat hurried, because I wanted to quickly get rid of this
body that had lost its appeal to me. I picked up the knife and inserted it fully into her anus, then forcefully pulled upwards, resulting in...
She used to have two holes there, but now she only has one.

I stuffed her remains into a nearby sewer, then drove off in her car. In the car, I
looked through her wallet; it turned out her name was Yami, a lovely name.

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