Slowly I slid my hand down her stomach and rubbed just below her stomach, slightly reaching under the rim of her pants as I continued to softly rub, sucking gently on her nipple and then bit down on it. She yelped at my bite and shivered. I slowly began to kiss down the inner side of her breast until I was kissing between them, sliding my hand slowly down over her jean shorts, rubbing her crotch. Now I began to kiss up her neck, just beside my knife which I did infact have to move slightly to the side to do so. I popped the button on her jean shorts and slowly unzipped them, sliding my hand down to her crotch on just the outside of her panties, grinding my fingertips against her by nature wetting pussy, I could tell she loved it, or at least the feeling but at the same time she was terrified and crying over lost dignity, even though I don’t see how she had any to start with, the fucking whore. I softly slid her shorts down and let them hit the dirty forest floor, gently planting a kiss on her lips just to mess with her. I took the knife away from her neck and stabbed it harshly into the tree, speaking only a warning that I was still very ready to use it if I needed to. She stayed frozen, and I dropped to my knees. I had purposely planted the tip of the blade into the lower part of the trunk so it would still be in my reach, in fact, better in mine than in hers.
Now on my knees, I slowly slid her thin, white panties down her thighs and kissed slowly down them as her panties were removed. As they hit the ground I leaned up and burried my face into her moist, swollen cunt, sliding my tounge slowly up her slit and across her clit. I ran my hands up and down her soft, silky thighs and began to slide my tounge in and out of her pussy, up and down gently. She was tasty, salty and fresh. I loved the taste of her juices on my tounge and the sound of her crying was exciting me even more. I was getting my justice, and but I wasn’t satisfied yet. I could see her hand reaching slowly for the knife out of the corner of my eye, and grinned, waiting for her to get as close to it as she could just before I lashed up unexpectedly and gripped it away from her. She yelped in suprise and fear, knowing she may have just signed her death sentence, but she hadn’t. I slowly kissed up her stomach and kept on hand on my knife as my tounge prodded her gentle skin. My view on her remained tense and firm and could see tears flowing wildly from her eyes.
As I stood fully infront of her I pulled the knife from the trunk of the tree and ran it up her stomach, careful not to cut her with it as I did so. She whimpered and cried in fear and loss of dignity, but I continued, only becoming more excited. I softly ran my tounge up her cheek, licking away the tears as my knife slipped just under the very middle of her bra and cut it open, letting it fall loosly to her sides, still being trapped against the tree by her back. I smiled and ran my hand to my tented jeans, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them, she and I both knew what was about to happen. I burried the tip of the blade back into the tree a bit higher up and as I dropped my jeans she began to try to struggle a bit, seeming that being fucked was quite a different thing to her and having seen that I wouldn’t kill her or even cut her after she reached for the knife she seemed to grow more confident. However, I corrected her by taking her neck in one hand and pulled her head toward me, followed by slamming it back against the tree. This didn’t knock her out but it must of hurt like shit. I slipped my cock out of my boxers and grasped her hips, lifting her legs up using my strength to keep her up and near instantly pushed myself into her warm slit. Upon entering her she screamed somewhat quietly, but I could tell the only reason it wasn’t loud was because she was so out of breath.
I loved her tears and crying, and I gripped her hips hard as I began to buck my hard rod into her warm and moist pussy. I loved the feel of her warm, soft labia around my shaft, but it wasn’t that great considering she wasn’t very tight from all the times she’s been fucked by those other guys. I loved the moment though, the best thing being her tears, I knew she was horrified and felt compelely violated, step one was complete, but I figured I might as well fuck her until I was satisfied physically.
The next day at school she didn’t show up, and nobody seemed to care because she had skipped days before. I knew why she wasn’t there, she couldn’t stand being near anyone at least for the day, and this proved I succeeded, however, I had plenty of future plans to get back at them, this wasn’t the last time I was going to resort to rape, in fact, I was only going to get more vicious and if I was able to feel remorse I would feel horrible for what I was going to do to Jessi, Shannon got lucky that she was just my trial run.
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