Rape and Death

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I saw her in this dance club. She was on the dance floor, the lights scattering around her.

She was wearing a red bodysuit, seemingly deliberately showing off her figure. But she was dancing alone.

I'd been watching her for almost an hour. She didn't talk to anyone except the bartender. Those heels were too high, and they weren't really suitable for dancing.

Judging from her young face, she looked to be only a teenager. I guessed she wasn't from out of town.

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 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 what I wanted, I thought.

She was already a little tipsy. I watched her intently as she absentmindedly fiddled with a car key ring. It was 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.

"Dick High School."

The girl hadn't even rolled up the window completely. It seemed I was lucky. I opened the door easily and hid in the back seat.

I waited.

Soon, the red-haired girl came out, opened the door, and got in. She had no idea I was right behind her.

She turned on the stereo—"Hit music!" Damn it! My taste is country music, so I added that to my list of reasons to rape and kill her. I'd made a list full of reasons! But I didn't really need it.

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 shuddered 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'd 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 and told her to take off her clothes. When she refused, I thought I had to hit her.

I slapped her hard across the face. She staggered backward, and 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. She started crying loudly. I slapped her face hard again, and her bruised face began to swell.

Finally, she raised her hands and sobbed,

"I'll do as you say." "

Okay," I said.

I let go of her and took a few steps back, watching 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 took off her shoes first, then her coat, 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. She crossed her arms over her chest, her large, frightened eyes fixed on me.

I walked up to her, grasped her left breast; it was soft and smooth.

She trembled.

"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, pulling down my pants; 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 pressed her alluring lips to my penis.

"Kiss it! This penis is your master, little one, you will die for this penis!" She started crying again.

As I rubbed my throbbing 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 fear before me. Her terror was a powerful stimulus to my lust.

I pushed her down; she was now crawling on the ground like a dog. She looked back at 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!" To be honest, her full, beautiful ass really deserved some abuse.

I took off my belt and stood behind her. I rolled up the belt and lashed it hard against her ass.

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 showed where the belt had struck her ass.

I beat her repeatedly, until she could no longer bear it. Tears streamed down her face, and her lips trembled with pain and fear.

I found her rather beautiful in this state. Before my primal force, she lay prostrate like a hideous animal, naked and trembling. I whipped her again, this time lower, striking her thighs. She shuddered violently. I whipped her feet, her back, her arms.

Finally, I lashed her face a few times, breaking her nose and bruising one of her eyes.

I laughed, her face covered in blood. Only then did she truly scream.

I was somewhat surprised that she had endured it for so long. Of course, I wasn't in a hurry to kill her; I had other plans.

I stopped whipping her and admired my handiwork.

Her buttocks, legs, and back were all bruised and red from the whipping, her arms were trembling violently, and she collapsed to the ground, completely broken.

I laughed as 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, and when I touched a broken patch of skin, she shuddered violently, and I laughed gleefully.

I looked down at her breasts; her breasts 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 made.

"You have a very nice pair of breasts,"

I said quietly, lighting a cigarette.

When she saw me bringing the glowing cigarette butt towards her breast, she screamed,

"Oh, no, please don't!"

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

Finally, the cigarette butt touched her nipple. I only touched it lightly, but her screams and violent tremors 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 about to do. I casually poked the cigarette butt into her nipple, and the red-haired slut screamed in pain. Sometimes the cigarette would go out, so I would relight it and poke it again.

Her whole body thrashed violently, and I had to hold her down tightly. After a while, the slut's right breast was covered with burn marks.

After the cigarette butt went out for the last time, I told her,

"Open your legs, you little slut!"

She just groaned, seemingly no longer understanding what I was saying in her pain.

I had no choice but to pick up my belt again and lash it at her charred breasts. She screamed again. I lashed her again, this time purely for fun.

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

"How disgusting!" I yelled,

"Why don't you shave it off, little one!"

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 flipping a switch on a machine designed to scream 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. 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 find it particularly stimulating.

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

Then I pushed harder.

When that finger broke off, her body shook and spasmed wildly, increasing 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 twisted more violently, making it 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 when I pulled out, flipped her over forcefully, and straddled her, ejaculating 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 around 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 take my souvenir for tonight.

"Please...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 rambling annoyed me. I picked up the knife again and cut off both breasts, the burned one and the unburned one. 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 my souvenir for tonight.

My actions were now a little hurried because I wanted to get rid of this body that had lost its appeal to me as quickly as possible.

I picked up the knife and inserted it all the way into her anus. Then, I forcefully pulled upwards, and where she had once had two holes, now she only had one.

I stuffed her remains into a sewer, then drove off in her car. Inside, I checked her wallet; her name was Yami, a lovely name.

[The End]

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