By now the girl’s screams of terror had blended with screams of pain. With her hands secured behind her back she couldn’t offer up even the meekest of resistance, all she could do was scream and squirm about, which only increased Bruce’s pleasure. He took her nipple between his fingers and twisted clockwise as hard as he could, eliciting still more screams, all the while fucking her breasts. He twisted again, this time counterclockwise. Ah, delicious! Just then he felt the moment of passion taking hold of him. Grabbing both nipples and twisting them as hard as he could, he erupted on the girl, coating her breasts and face with his cum.
He looked at his watch. There was still time, but he would need to hurry. Strangling the girl would take too long, and the Walther was back at the wheelbarrow. Scanning the underbrush for a makeshift weapon, he spotted a rock about a foot long and six inches thick. He picked it up, testing its weight.
“This’ll do,” he muttered. He carried the rock over to the girl, who tried to get to her feet to run but was hampered by not being able to use her arms. She slipped and only managed to push herself a few feet away. Bruce easily caught up to her. He kicked her in the face, causing her head to snap back sharply and hit the ground. He sat on her, straddling her ribcage, and raised the rock. The girl shook her head frantically, bawling. He dropped the rock to the right of her head, just missing her but causing her to scream.
“Almost time,” he said. “Just give me a minute to prepare.” It had been months since his last snuff, and Bruce’s cock was so starved that it recovered quickly from its first excursion. He stroked it, slapped it against the girl’s face, and soon he was ready to go. He got off of the girl and slid his hands between her legs. She started to squirm and clench her legs together, but it was no use. Taking a hold of her knees, he soon had her spread. He entered her in one violent motion, his shaft sinking to the hilt, and began to piston himself slowly but firmly into her. The girl was an excellent fuck, though she didn’t mean to be. Her young pussy was as firm and succulent as the rest of her. For the first five minutes Bruce merely fucked her, then he decided it was time to start killing her.
He picked up the rock, still probing the farthest reaches of the girl’s pussy with his cock, and slammed it down hard on her chest. She cried out, and he brought it down again, this time breaking a rib and eliciting more desperate screams. Again and again he drove the rock against the girl’s chest until she spit up blood. He took a moment to admire his work. Her ribcage was expanding and contracting quickly now as she gasped for air, each breath causing her pain. He ran his fingers along the fractured bones with pleasure, poking his fingers between two ruined ribs and being rewarded with a yelp of pain.
“This is it, bitch,” he said, feeling that it was time to finish the girl. He raised the rock again but this time he drove it down against her temple. She was dazed, and could only grunt incoherently. Again he smashed her skull, and this time he heard and felt a crack. He got into a nice rhythm, thrusting his dick and slamming down the rock in perfect synchronicity. By the time he finally coated her insides with his semen, the rock was covered in girl-brains.
“Ooh, that was good,” he said as he finally slipped out of her. He looked at his watch. It was clean-up time. He urinated, then headed back to the wheelbarrow to get a shovel.
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Scott admired his belt. It was thick brown leather with a heavy buckle, a real cowboy belt, and it was going to serve him well today. He grabbed the brunette by the ankle and started to pull her toward him, but she kicked and thrashed and Scott finally had to drop her legs and come in from another angle. This time he approached her from the side and grabbed her by the hips.
Hardly hearing the girl’s cries, he quickly flipped her onto her stomach and jammed his knee into her lower back, right above where the handcuffs secured her wrists. Now he had her completely at his mercy. For a couple of minutes he just let her flail about, admiring her lean, coltish, legs as she tried to kick him.
Eventually, however, he tired of this. As the girl’s right foot swung within reach, he lashed out at it with the belt, hitting her square on the sole. She kept kicking though, and when her left foot came within reach he grabbed it by the ankle and raked her toes with the belt. This made her scream, so he did it again, and then again. He raised the belt to strike again, then paused. The girl had a toe ring that they had missed. He made a note of it.
Dropping the girl’s ankle, he began to swat her ass with the belt. First he used the leather end, but he quickly switched to the buckle end. It made a loud slapping sound as it bounced off the girl’s smooth young skin, a sound that was inevitably followed, like an echo, by a high-pitched shriek.
The belt struck again and again, lashing out almost on its own accord, independent of its owner. Like a striking snake it bit deep into the girl’s flesh, leaving red gashes in the otherwise beautifully tanned skin. Apparently it craved still sweater meat because every sixth stroke or so Scott would direct it between the girl’s legs, where it would slap enticingly off of her tender pussy. This would draw the most wonderful screams yet.
There was only so much pleasure to be had in whipping, though, and he decided it was time to move on. He remained sitting on the girl, who was now softly crying, pondering how to proceed. He looked at the back of her head, her face obscured by her hair. Very gently, he brushed the hair to the side to get a better view of her. She turned her face away, but Scott turned it back, forcing her to endure his scrutiny. She had beautiful brown eyes. He knew that he would end the evening watching those eyes as they died. But he wasn’t quite ready for that yet. His eyes moved to the girl’s slender, graceful neck.
Wrapping the ends of his belt around his hands, he then slid it under her chin and wrapped it once around her neck. He pulled sharply upward and backward, jerking her head back and causing her to make choking sounds. He squeezed the belt as tight as he could for ten seconds, then relaxed his grip. The girl’s head fell back to the ground and she gasped for air.
Holding the belt around her neck with one hand, Scott lowered his trousers with the other. He let her regain her breath, then nudged his cock between her ass cheeks and started to tighten his grip. The girl started to cry more desperately, making pleading sounds that Scott couldn’t understand. With a mighty thrust he entered her rectum, pulling back hard on the belt at the same time. The girl’s head was jerked back and immediately she was fighting for air. This time he didn’t let her breath again right away, and her legs started kicking out in desperation. It was then that Scott heard the crackle of approaching footsteps. It was Bruce.
“You’re still going at it?” Bruce asked, carrying a shovel and the bag of lye. “I’ve already got mine in the ground and you’re not even done fucking yours yet?”
The girl turned to look at Bruce, tears welling. Bruce planted the spade in the ground and dropped the lye by her head.
“Give me another fifteen minutes. I want to do her right.”
Bruce sighed. “Alright, but I’m not helping you dig.” He scrutinized the girl for a moment, frowning, then approached her. “You missed this,” he said, grabbing the girl’s foot and indicating the toe ring.
“I know, leave it for now. I’ll get it when I’m done.”
“Don’t forget.” With that Bruce walked away, back toward the van.
Scott looked at the girl, who was crying yet again.
“Well, it looks like I have to be going,” he said, “which means so do you.” He rolled the girl onto her back and pushed her legs apart. His erection still strong, he penetrated her. Then he wrapped the belt around her throat for the last time. He thought he heard her say something like, “no, please,” but he paid no attention. Pulling the belt tight, he began to fuck her.
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Back at the van Bruce had been waiting for twenty minutes. He wanted to get out of the state as soon as possible, and he was contemplating going back for Scott to hurry him along. Just as he was deciding to go back, Scott emerged from the woods, pushing the wheelbarrow, the two shovels, and the empty bag of lye.
“Do you have the garbage bag?” Scott asked.
“It’s in the back.”
“Could you drop these in it?” He handed Bruce two pieces of jewelry, one was the toe ring, the other was a tiny silver ball covered in saliva. “She had a tongue stud too,” explained Scott.
“Once we get far enough away,” said Bruce, “we’ll have to find a nice discreet pawn shop.”
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