Dance

I saw her dancing

at the club. She was on the dance floor, the lights scattering around 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 wore high heels, maybe an inch high, not really suitable for dancing.
Judging from her young face, she looked to be only a teenager. 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 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, "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 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 have known 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 whimpered. "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 lovely face. She staggered backward from the blow, and I grabbed her hair, forcing her to kneel.
"You'll take it off obediently, you little stinky cunt, 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 screaming loudly. I slapped her face hard again, and her bruised face began to swell.
Finally, she raised her hands and whimpered,
"I'll do as you say."
"Okay," I said.
I released her and stepped back a few paces, 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 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. She crossed her arms over her chest, her large, frightened eyes staring at me.
I walked up to her and grasped her left breast; her smooth breast was soft.
She 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, and I pulled 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 her alluring lips touched my penis.
"Kiss it! This penis is your master, you little cunt, you'll die for this penis!"
She started crying again.
As I rubbed my painfully hard penis against her face, she sobbed in terror, making low sounds from 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 in fear. Her fear was a great arousal for my lust.
I pressed 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 plump, beautiful ass really needed some abuse.
I took off my belt and stood behind her. I rolled up the belt and whipped her ass hard.
The sound of the belt striking flesh was strange, mingled with her screams and groans. 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 buttocks.
I whipped 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 more beautiful this way. Before my primal power, she lay prostrate like a hideous animal, naked, her whole body trembling. I whipped her again, but 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, shattering 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 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 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, however, remained completely untouched. I looked at my victim's face, a face that had been clean and smooth an hour ago, 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 made.
"You have a nice 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,
"Oh, no, please don't!"
She tried to roll away. I stepped on her 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 loud screams and violent tremors made it seem as if I had poked the entire butt into her breast.
She had the foresight, 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 butt 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 slut's right breast was covered with 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 lash it at her charred breasts. She screamed again. I lashed it once more, 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, 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 machine designed to scream loudly. To completely remove the hair, I had to burn part of her tender vulva, and to do it right, I waited a little longer until all the pubic hair was burned off. I admit I wanted to hear a little 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 high, and slammed her face against the concrete several times. I heard her teeth break. Blood gushed from her mouth.
I laughed, and then I thrust 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, I didn't feel much stimulation. I remembered how she had been trembling earlier, so I grabbed her hands and wrapped them behind her back, starting to twist her small fingers in the opposite direction until they couldn't bend any further.
Then I pushed harder.
When that finger broke, 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, and then I broke off her remaining fingers one by one. Each time, she convulsed and twisted more violently, which made me feel even better. My penis slid in and out of her vagina. Although she wasn't a virgin, she was still very tight.
I was close to ejaculating. I pulled out my penis, flipped her over forcefully, and straddled her, ejaculating onto her charred breasts. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her broken and bleeding teeth. My semen flowed from 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. You might still tell others about this, you might even claim that 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 made me impatient. I picked up the knife again and cut off both breasts, the charred and the uncharred. Two large, bright red holes now stood in her chest, where her breasts had once been.
I carefully wrapped the severed breasts and put them in my bag as a souvenir for the night. My actions became somewhat hurried, as I wanted to quickly dispose of this body that had lost its appeal to me.
I picked up the knife and inserted it fully into her anus. Then, I 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 and drove away in her car. In the car, I rummaged through her wallet; her name was Yami, a lovely name.

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