Kidnapped by Porntexter

“Oh, look here.”he said fingering the dildo, “I seem to have left one of my toys out. Shall I put it away?”

He grasped the dildo and ripped it from her body. She screamed weakly and passed out as her body convulsed.

He finished taking the bed apart before she came to. There was nothing left in the room but her and the thin mattress. He cleaned the house thoroughly, wiping every surface with bleach. He was just finishing her room when she woke up again. She lay on her stomach sprawled as he’d left her without any ropes or bonds of any kind.

“You look so lovely this morning.” he said, “I wish I could take a picture.”

He finished mopping and poured the bleach solution down a drain. The bucket and mop went into the small closet where he’d found them.

“You were such a good girl last night.” he said, “I think I’ll give you a reward.”

He pulled her hips up till her knees were under her. Kneeling behind her, he gently stroked her ass until he felt her relax a little. Dropping his pants he rammed his cock into her ass.

She found the strong bleach smell slightly sickening. She felt too weak to move as he chatted cheerfully. What was he doing? She was afraid she know too soon. Her sex still throbbed from the removal of the dildo, but seemed to feel a little better with the grotesque thing gone. He picked her up, getting her knees under her. After a moment she felt him caress her bottom. She relaxed with a small sigh at this sign of tenderness.

Suddenly there was something between her ass cheeks. She yelped at the intrusion, like a hard bowel movement in reverse. She felt painfully full, understanding that he was going to fuck her ass. He pounded into her savagely. It felt like she was being turned inside out. While he abused her tender ass he pulled her shoulders up arching her back painfully. His hands were around her throat, squeezing off the blood to her brain, but letting her breath. Dark mists crowded into her consciousness, never quite closing in all the way. He drove her down onto her stomach, driving in even deeper as he landed on her. His grip shifted to one hand while the other clenched her bruised breasts. She couldn’t even scream anymore. She whimpered in pain while the assault seemed to go on and on.

She felt hot liquid fill her ass as he grunted explosively.

“That was good.” he said, “your ass was nice and tight.”

He picked her up bodily and set her on the toilet. She slumped there, unable to move as liquids drained from her body.

He had loved the feel of her tight ass around his cock. He wondered idly if he had been the first on in her ass, not that it really mattered. While she sat on the toilet, he sprinkled a generous coating of stump remover on the soiled matress before her rolled it and carried it to the burn barrel. Potassium Nitrate in the stump remover would help the mattress burn.

He used bleach and a wad of rags to wipe up the area that had been under the mattress and any spills on the way to the bathroom.

He entered the bathroom with one of the small paper cups. He filled it and held her head up to let her drink.

“Almost done.” he said cheerfully, “How about a nice blow job to celebrate.”

She drank the water gratefully, wishing she could have more. Her tongue and mouth seemed to absorb the liquid quicker than she could swallow. Just one more blow job? Why not? He lifted her head by a handful of her hair and put his cock in her mouth. The taste was terrible, he must still have shit from her ass on it.

He stroked into her mouth a few times before forcing his way into her throat. The darkness began to close in. He pulled back to let her gasp a breath and forced himself back into her throat. As the blackness closed in she pushed weakly at him, trying to get another breath. He held her in an iron grip as the darkness closed in completely, forever.

He ignored her weak struggles with his cock in her throat. Her body spasmed a couple of times before her arms fell limply to her sides. Her throat relaxed slightly and she seemed to cave in on herself. He blew his load down her throat then stroked rapidly into her throat to cum once more before her body cooled. He heard small splashing as her bowels and bladder relaxed. Her dead eyes still held a hint of her final terror. She had been the best so far.

He took a shower, then cleaned the shower stall with bleach. He dressed in street clothes. His sweats went into the burn barrel with some pieces of firewood to help them burn up completely. He grabbed the last can of beer out of the otherwise empty fridge and sat on the back steps, sipping slowly.

The stars came out, bright and clear away from the city lights. There was no moon. He went in and lifted her off the toilet. Wads of paper towels stuffed between her legs and in the crack of her ass made sure that there would be no leakage. Outside he pushed a few boards aside and slid her body into the open septic tank. A moment was all it took to slide the concrete lid in place. He filled in the hole over the lid and for good measure planted a small shrub he’d dug up from the end of a row of similar shrubs. He turned on the garden hose, wetting down the filled hole from the transplanted shrub and watering the rest of the row. While the water ran he broke the old shovel handle across the edge of the burn barrel letting the blade and about a foot of handle fall into the fire. He tossed in the remainder of the handle as well as the boards that had served as temporary cover for the septic tank. He turned off the hose and neatly coiled it on the ground under the faucet. He shut off the water to the house as well as the gas and electricity. The empty beer can and the gardening gloves went into the barrel with a few more pieces of fire wood.

He napped in the car for a few hours. In the gray dawn, he pulled the car out of the barn, carefully closed the big door and drove without lights to the main road. He drove at just the speed limit to a town two hours away. Cruising through alleys he soon disposed of the last bits of the machine. At coin operated car wash he washed the car and vacuumed the interior. He left the car in an out of the way parking slot at a store. He’d bought it from a teenager in another town and never registered it, the tags were still current. Keys went into three different trash cans as he walked to the bus station. He boarded a bus back to his home base carrying only a small duffel. He walked home from the bus station, and crawled into his bed sleeping soundly until the following morning.

He strolled to the corner for the daily paper and returned. He brewed coffee and considered his next project. Perhaps that high school girl who often cut through a woodlot as she walked home alone.