I like knives. This one’s a wood grain butterfly knife. Beautiful edge. I twirl it around dramatically. Other hand’s behind my back as I approach. The closer I get, the louder she screams. Screams and screams. This one’s gonna have a nice soundtrack.
When I get near enough, I flip the butterfly knife closed and punch her stomach up into her lungs. Just that right amount of force, perfect for shutting a bitch up. She heaves out every bit of oxygen she had then opens wide to catch a breath. I shove my the contents of my hidden hand into her wide mouth.
She chokes. Struggling between trying to get a good breath and spitting out the handful of dirt, beetles and worms that I just forced into her. Beetles taste as bad as they smell. I stand back and admire my work as she sputters and drools everything out.
She works hard to get a hold of herself. I wait. Fold my arms and smile.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asked quietly. Apparently she’s done screaming, darn.
“What a dirty mouth,” I reply. I smile big, “Get it?” Laugh at myself.
“Fuck you.”
“Alexis, such coarse language is unbefitting of a fine young lass like yourself.”
“Who the fuck are you!” she shouts. “Where the fuck am I?”
I kick her in the shin. It’s not very hard because I’m wearing sandals, but she says, “ow” anyways.
“You’re in a safe place.”
“Why are you doing this? Let me go.”
I lean close and pat her cheek. “No.”
I turn my back on her and walk over to my duffel bag. I brought toys.
Let’s see, what should I start with? Hmmm… Perfect.
“I hadn’t even thought to use this,” I chuckle at her. “Brought it for the chair.”
I approach her with my hammer and six spare nails. Not very many, but I can pry more out of the floor if I need to.
She looks at me blankly. She has no idea.
“Hold very still,” I say as I position a nail above one of her knuckles.
“No! What the Fuck!” she screams. “What the Fuck are you doing?!”
She jerks her hand all around frantically. Impossible to hit the spot I want cleanly. I stand back and sigh.
“Alexis. What are you doing? If you want we can start at your shoulder and work down so that you can’t move anything.”
“Fuck you. Fuck off!” she says. “HELPPPPPPPPP! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!” she shouts. We’re a good mile and a half from the freeway. Don’t think anyone’s gonna come. I walk back to my bag and grab some duct tape.
I could just bring the bag closer, rather than having to walk across the room every time I want something, but I like to give the victim time to dread what I’m gonna pull out. She’ll learn to hate the bag more than me. It only gets worse.
I come back and smash the back of her hand with the hammer. She screams cutely. Her hand stands up and goes rigid in pain. I grab it and shove it onto the arm of the chair, then work the duct tape over the ends of her fingers. Now she can’t move it.
“See? You’re gonna get pain anyways, but when you resist, I have to hit you with a hammer. Now your hand hurts AND you’re gonna take a nail through your knuckle. What’s the sense in that? Do you understand me Alexis?”
“Fuck you! Get the FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” I mutter as I position the nail. Her hand wiggles a little, but not enough.
I slowly raise the hammer.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” she repeats.
I hold the hammer high, pausing for effect. Her expression is beautiful. Someone should videotape this, I swear. That grotesque twist of dreaded anticipation, fear, hatred, garnished with a desperate plea, twinkling in her eyes.
“Stop, stop, stop.” A tear dribbles down her cheek. “Please stop.”
‘Please’ is my cue. SLAM! “NOOO-UUAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her finger pops off. I can feel the bones separate. But it’s still held together my skin and ligaments. Oh god, that’s fantastic. My dick muscle spasms. Her screaming lips are so gorgeous. I press my mouth on hers. Careful not to slip my tongue, she might bite it off. I breath in and take her scream into my lungs. She’s in so much pain, I don’t think she even notices.
I move from her mouth down to her neck, sucking and nibbling on her throat. It vibrates madly and she keeps screaming. Some words slip out, they taste delicious.
“OH GOD! OHHHHHH GODDDDD PLEASEEE! AHHHHHHH!”
I make girls scream for god in ways they never thought they would.
I bite down hard on her throat. Not enough to damage her, just enough to make a point. She suddenly gets rigid and stops screaming. Just sits and pants like a mutt.
“Alexis. Alexis! Calm down, it’s okay,” I lie. “I just had to make a point.”
Tears and snot flood her face. “What the fuck do you want?” she weeps.
“You know what I wand, dear.” I love that tone. Some of them never get it, and that’s no fun. She’s practically waving a white flag with her tongue.
“Anything. Anything you want. I’ll do anything.”
“Good. I’m going to cut off your other hand now.”
“NO PLEASE GOD!”
“NO! NO!, NOT LIKE THAT!” I have to scream over her. I laugh, I said it that way on purpose. “I mean, I’m going to cut it free off of the chair. Calm down, Jesus. You act like I’m some sort of psycho.”
I see fear in her eyes. She obviously doesn’t want to test me by commenting on what I said.
I pull out the butterfly knife. Before I cut off the tape, I take a good slice at her middle finger. Blood wells up and soon runs all over her hand, but she barely screams. The knife’s sharp, she probably barely felt it.
“For lube,” I say, smiling. Cut her hand free.
She doesn’t move her hand.
“Well?” I ask.
“What… What about my…”
“Your other hand? I don’t see what you would need that for, darling. Go ahead and be a slut for me. Please remember that I get bored easily.” I reach out and slide the knife across the fabric covering her nipples. They’re very hard and poking through the shear black. I have that effect on little girls.
Her hand shoots up so quick that she almost punches me in the balls. I laugh. “Woah ho ho. Don’t have to tell you what to do, huh? You’re a complete fucking whore, aren’t you?”
The little cunt says nothing, she’s staring at my pants button with determination.
“Alexis,” I say as I pull her chin up with the flat of my knife. I look into her pretty eyes. Her mascara is a mess, but nothing could ruin those deep eyes. “Let me tell you how this goes. I ask you to do something, and you agree, okay? If I tell you you’re ‘a complete fucking whore,‘ you need to agree, okay? And I don’t just want a ‘yes,’ I want you to vocalize how correct I am. Do you understand?”
She nods slowly, “Yes…”
I grab her hair and yank her head back and put my knife to her eyelid. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TELL YOU?!”
“YES,” she screams, ‘I’M SORRY. I UNDERSTAND. I’M A COMPLETE FUCKING WHORE! I’LL DO ANYTHING I WANT. PLEASE, I UNDERSTAND. PLEASE, I’M A WHORE. I’M JUST A FUCKING WHORE.”
“That’s better,” I let go of her head and back off with the knife. “Now tell me, Alexis. What do you want me to do with you? Slut.”
“I want you to…” she struggles. I give her an encouraging menace. “I want to suck your cock.”
I sigh in disappointment. She panics and starts trying to make it sound more interesting. “I want to suck you so good. I’m gonna take it all the way down my throat. Deep down. All the way to the balls.” She’s got my dick out now. My pants fall to the floor, I step out of them. She starts stroking my cock with her bloody hand. The fresh blood feels warm.
“I want to to fuck my face,” she stutters.
“I’m going to,” I state. Stupid cunt, trying to save her virginity. I’ll make my point after I cum in her throat.
She’s rapidly jacking me off now, I step forward and cut the tape from her chest.
“Do it,” I order.
She leans forward without hesitating and takes my love into her mouth. The first contact always feels best. “Mmmmm, good girl. Good girl, Alexis.” I let her work for a few minutes before grabbing the back of her hair and forcing her to take more down.
“I thought you said you were gonna go balls deep, you stupid cunt.” I pull her face off my dick. “What’s your excuse.”
The bitch doesn’t miss a beat. “Because you’re so big!” she says with weak enthusiasm. “I’m sorry, I’ll do it. I love sucking your dick.”
“Good girl,” I like this one. I know how to pick ‘em.
Grab her hair again and shove it back and forth. My dick scrapes down her throat roughly, she makes those funny gagging noises and drools everywhere. I’m all for abusing a mouth, but I want to cum and regular rape just don’t do it for me anymore. But now we have a problem. If I hurt her too much, she’ll bit my dick off.
I can fix that. But I want to play with her before I do anything that drastic. I guess it’s as good a time as any to deflower her. I pull out.
“Alexis. Stop teasing me, you little slut. You know what I want.”
“No, please, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum. Please, fuck my face some more.”
What an audacious little whore. I chuckle.
“Alexis, I love you,” I say.
She stops talking and stares at me blankly.
I give her a minute, but she doesn’t figure it out. So I give her a clue. “Do you love me back?”
Her mouth opens in a silent “Oh.” So na?, so cute. She doesn’t say it back though. I guess she needs to be taught better. I whip out my knife and slam it down all the way into her thigh. She screams. I pull it out and stab the same spot again. “AHHH NO STOP STOP.”
Stab again.
“NO DON’T STOP STOP”
Again.
“PLEASEEEE WHAT DO YOU WANT??”
I pause. What a ditz. “I asked you if you love me.”
“YES, FUCK YES. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD,” She screams and then settles down into a whimper over her mutilated leg.
“Well fuck. If you had just said so, I wouldn’t have had to make this mess. You’re a stupid cunt, aren’t you Alexis?”
“Yes. I’m just a dumb cunt. A stupid stupid cunt. Please don’t hurt me. I love you. I’m just a dumb cunt,” she rambles.
“Good girl. Alexis, my love. Tell me you want me to take your virginity. Beg me to.”
“Please. Please, please…” she stalls. I wonder if she’ll do it or not. “Please…”
“Please what?” I ask.
“Please fuck me. I love you. I want you to do anything you want to me. I’m your little whore. I want you to fuck me. Take my virginity. I want you to take it. Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
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