Dancing

Dancing (part one of two) - by jakebaker
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Dancing (Part 1)
I saw her at this 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, the kind 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, hanging out here on her way home for the weekend. Since she wanted to have some fun, I'd give her a weekend to remember for the rest of her life. How much longer she had to live, who knows?
She was tired from dancing and finally came to the bar. I sat a few stools away from her. She wasn't the kind of 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 belonged to this Toyota.
I paid my bill and went outside. The street was very dark, with no streetlights. What made me feel even luckier was that there weren't many cars parked on the side of the road. Although there were two Toyotas, only one of them had a school parking permit on its windshield.
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The girl hadn't even fully rolled up the car window, so I guess I was lucky. I opened the door easily and hid in the back seat. I waited, and soon the red-haired girl got out, opened the door, and climbed in, completely unaware that I was right behind her. She turned on the stereo—"high-energy music!" 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 that 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 her to a more agonizing death in a remote place, she would have preferred to die by my knife now. Of course, this little red-haired slut had no way of knowing what the consequences would be.
I told her to drive to a secluded parking lot. When we got there, I told her to park the car and get out, and she did.
"Why did you do this?" she asked, sobbing. "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 obediently take it off, you little stinky cunt, am I right?"
As I spoke, I violently pulled her hair to emphasize my simple request, and 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, which was now bruised, began to swell. Finally, she raised her hands and sobbed, "..."
"I will do as you say."
"Okay," I said, letting go of her and then 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, then 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 large, and her nipples were small and pink. I told her to stop; now, all she was wearing was her underwear. Her body was trembling; she crossed her arms over her chest, her large, panicked eyes staring at 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 breasts. She cried out in pain, saying:
"Yes! I'm terrified of you... Oh God, please don't hurt me!"
"Okay," I forced her to kneel in front of me again. I took off my pants, and my penis was erect, at its maximum size. 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 cunt, you will 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 crawling on the ground like a dog, looking back at me in terror.
"No...don't rape me!" she begged me.
I smiled at her.
"I'm going to whip your bottom with my belt now. Don't you dare scream, or I'll kill you!"
To be honest, her full, beautiful buttocks really deserved some abuse. I took off my belt and stood behind her. I rolled up the belt and lashed it hard against her buttocks. The sound of the belt hitting flesh was strange, mixed with her screams and moans. The moment the belt touched her buttocks, pain flashed across her face, and tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes.
I whipped her again, a bright red welt showing where the belt had struck her buttocks. I struck her repeatedly, until she could no longer bear it. Tears streamed down her face, her lips trembling with pain and fear. I found her more beautiful this way. Before my primal power, she lay prostrate like a hideous animal, naked, her whole body trembling. I whipped her again, this time lower, striking her thighs, causing her to shudder violently. I whipped her feet, her spine, 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.
At this point, she finally let out a loud scream, and I was somewhat surprised that she could hold out 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 spine were all bruised and red from the whipping. Her arms were trembling violently; 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; an hour ago, it had been a clean, smooth, youthful face, but now it was patchy with black and blue marks, and bleeding. I gently stroked it; when I touched a broken patch of skin, she shuddered violently, and I laughed gleefully. I looked down at her breasts; they 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 beautiful pair of breasts!" I said quietly, lighting a cigarette. When she saw me bringing the red-hot cigarette butt towards her breasts, she cried out loudly:
"Oh, no, please don't!"
She tried to roll away, but I stepped on her 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 tremors made it seem as if I had poked the entire butt into her breast. She seemed to have foreseen this, because that was exactly what I was about to do. I casually poked the cigarette butt into her nipple, and the red-haired slut kept screaming in pain. Sometimes the cigarette would go out, so I would relight it and poke it again. Her whole body trembled violently, and I had to hold her down tightly.
After a while, the little slut's right breast was covered in burn marks. As the cigarette butt finally went out, I told her, "Open your legs, you little slut!"
She was just groaning, 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 breasts. She screamed again, and I swung it once more: this time just for fun.
Dancing (Part Two)
Then I bent down, pulled off her panties, spread her smooth thighs apart, revealing her vulva, but I found it was covered with a layer of soft hair.
"How disgusting!" I yelled. "Why don't you shave it off, you little cunt!"
Because she wouldn't answer me, I had no choice but to remove the pubic hair myself. I pressed a 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 to 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 her beautiful screams a little longer.
"Ah, things are much better now!"
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 vagina from behind. Her vagina was narrow and warm, and although I thrust into her forcefully, trying to increase the frequency as much as possible, I didn't feel any greater stimulation. I remembered how she had trembled earlier, so I grabbed her hands and wrapped them behind her back. I started to bend her small hands in the opposite direction until they couldn't bend any further, and then I pushed harder.
When that finger broke off, her body shook and spasmed wildly, which increased the friction against my penis. She tried to scream, but choked on the blood. I fucked her harder, then broke off her remaining fingers one by one. Each time, she convulsed and writhed more violently, which made my pleasure even greater. My penis went in and out of her vagina; although she wasn't a virgin, she was still very tight.
I was on the verge of ejaculation. I pulled out my penis, flipped her over violently, and straddled her, ejaculating onto her charred breasts. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her broken and bleeding teeth. My semen flowed down her breasts, forming a small pool near her navel.
"Hmm, it feels pretty good," I said.
The little slut seemed to relax a bit and let out a sigh of relief.
"But your body still needs some work from me, and you might still tell others about this, you might even claim that I raped you. You sluts are all the same, so I have to kill you."
But first I need to pick up my souvenirs from tonight.
"Please don't...no...no..." she murmured in a barely audible voice, "Oh, please don't kill me, I won't tell anyone, I promise, please don't..."
Her incessant chatter annoyed me, so I picked up the knife again and cut off both breasts—the burned one and the unburned one. Her chest now bore two large, bright red holes, where her breasts had once stood. I carefully wrapped the severed breasts and put them in my bag as a souvenir of the evening.
My actions became somewhat hurried, as I wanted to quickly get rid of this body that had lost its appeal to me. I picked up the knife and inserted it all the way into her anus, then forcefully pulled upwards, revealing that where she had once had two holes, now she only had one.
I stuffed her remains into a nearby sewer, then drove away in her car. In the car, I looked through her wallet and found out that her name was Yamei, a lovely name.
(over)
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