It was a three hour drive, most of which was completely off road, to Mark’s spot. When they finally got there, they were so far from any kind of civilization that he took her gag out. She could scream all she wanted now and nobody was going to save her.
“Shshhh,” he said to her protestations. “We’re almost there, just a little walk.”
Having decided that she wasn’t going to need clothes where she was going, Mark had left her completely nude. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, but other than that she had freedom of movement. Placing his bowie knife under her chin, he forced her to her feet.
“Come on,” he said, slapping her on the ass, “out of the van.”
Her body shook with sobs, and she could barely respond. “I… I don’t want too… pleeeeaase!”
“There, there,” he responded. “It’ll all be over soon enough.” Grabbing her by the hair, he flung her out of the van. She landed roughly, scraping her knee, but she immediately got up and tried to run. Mark caught her easily.
It was a fifty yard walk from where Mark had parked the van to the grave he had dug, which was at the bottom of a shallow ravine and couldn’t be reached except by foot. She didn’t want to go. When they got about half way down she again tried to bolt for it, but of course she was shoeless and her arms being behind her back upset her balance. Panic caused her to run wildly, and she fell. Mark caught up to her immediately.
“I don’t know where you think you’re going,” he said, “there’s nowhere to run.”
He was extremely aroused by now, as the bulge in his jeans indicated. While he enjoyed the rape, it was the killing that really turned him on, and he had had a long drive to think about how he was going to do it.
He pulled her to her feet, holding the knife under her neck. He put his face into her hair and breathed in her fresh, clean scent. He was intoxicated by her fear and by the thought of what he was about to do to her. Taking hold of her throat with his left hand, he let the tip of the knife slowly trace a path downward. Pressing into her delicate skin ever so gently, the knife traveled between her breasts, paused a moment to tickle her right nipple, then moved down her smooth stomach. Mark pressed the tip into her navel, causing her to draw in her stomach in order to avoid being cut. He pressed it there for a few seconds, then with a quick flick of the wrist gave her a superficial but stinging cut.
The girl screamed, more in fear than in pain, and began to stomp with her tiny bare feet on Mark’s booted insteps. He could hardly feel it, but he lifted her off the ground and let her kick her legs pointlessly for a few seconds before putting her back down.
Her legs, and indeed her entire body, were trembling uncontrollably. Mark just held her there for a moment, letting her calm down a bit. Blood from her navel slowly ran down her pelvis, leaving a trail of red all the way to her shaved pussy, where eventually it dripped from between her lips into the dust on the ground.
Putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, “Don’t move an inch, or you’ll regret it.” He brought the knife slowly between her legs and placed the edge vertically between her pussy lips.
“Oh, God!” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Mark ignored her. He had no intention of ruining a perfectly good pussy before he had even finished enjoying it.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
With that he put the heel of his boot against her ass and pushed her, sending her tumbling down the remaining twenty-five yards to the bottom of the ravine. He then jogged down after her.
She was still trying to get up when he reached her, so her grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her the remaining few yards to the edge of the grave. He then forced her to her knees and made her look at it.
“It’s not much, I know,” he said, “but I hope you like it, because it’s going to be your new home.”
She began to bawl again, her tear-stained eyes pleading, her words coming in jagged bursts. “I don’t…” she started to say, before her body was racked by sobs. “I don’t… want to diieee!”
Mark took her face gently between his hands, brushed the hair out of her face, and looked into her eyes. They were so beautiful, those big brown, terror-filled eyes. He wondered why he felt no compassion for her.
“The thing is, honey,” he said gently, “I want you to die.”
With that he pushed her into the grave. He looked down at her, began to unbuckle his belt, and stepped into the grave himself. It was time for one last fuck.
He grabbed her by the calves, enjoying the sensation of her muscles contracting, and slowly pulled her legs apart. He got one of his legs between her knees and soon he had her spread wide. Pushing the tip of his cock against her pussy, he let himself slide into her. She was tight at first, but he quickly worked up a nice rhythm.
“Please don’t kill me!” she begged. “I won’t tell! I promise I won’t tell!”
Mark paid her no mind. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to tell. Once again he clenched his hands over her slender neck.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t-“
Her words were cut off as Mark’s fingers dug into her throat. At first there was no sound at all. Then came the sounds of choking as her lungs fought for air. Then she coughed, the result of the damage being done to her throat.
Mark continued to fuck her. He liked to try to time his orgasm with the girl’s death. It was very difficult to achieve, but he liked to believe he came pretty close more often than not.
He speared violently into her again and again, his cock grinding into her smooth pink flesh. He lowered his mouth to her chest and bit down deeply into her breast. His teeth popped through her flawless skin and drew blood. That would be evidence, Mark thought absently, if they found her corpse in time.
Their gyrations were disrupting the walls of the grave, and little streams of dirt kept trickling down the sides. Mark paid it no mind. His fingers ached, but he continued to press them into her throat with all his might. Her face turned red and then purple.
He looked into her warm brown eyes, which were quickly losing their focus. Her eyelids, which Mark noticed had a small amount of glitter on them, would close each time she lost consciousness, then pop open again with temporary vigor as she fought to stay alive. Then she would stare into space for a minute at a time, hardly blinking.
Her tongue hung out of her mouth, occasionally darting to life in search of air. Mark licked it, then kissed her. She was beyond biting him. Her death rattle started. Mark had observed that girls all made slightly different sounds as they died, but he could always recognize the sound of death. This girl’s death noises were more grunt-like than most.
Finally her body began to convulse, and Mark knew that it wouldn’t be long now. He fucked her as fast as he could, flesh rubbing against flesh, fingers pressing into throat. As he felt the rush of semen surging up from his balls he pried the girl’s eyelids all the way open and stared hard into her glassy brown eyes. His cum sprayed into her dead pussy like a flash flood. He continued to pump his hips into her for a good thirty seconds afterward, making sure that every last drop of semen was deposited. Then he just lay there for a few minutes, tingling.
Finally he got up. The girl sure looked dead, but he wanted to make sure. He unsheathed his bowie knife, placed it under her chin, and slit her throat from ear to ear. A small pool of blood quickly accumulated at the bottom of the grave. Yeah, she was definitely dead.
He got a bottle of lye and a shovel from the van and returned to the grave. He emptied the bottle on the girl, then began the task of burying her. Slowly, her sexy tanned body began to disappear under the layers of dirt, until eventually nothing but a tiny patch of skin on her hip showed.
“It was nice to know you, Kristin,” he remarked, and dropped the spade-full of dirt.
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