Dancing (rape and abuse adult fiction)

I saw her in this dance club. She was on the dance floor, the lights diffusely surrounding her.

She was wearing a red bodysuit, as if to show off her figure. But she was dancing alone.

I had been keeping an eye on her for nearly an hour. She didn't talk to anyone except the bartender, and she was wearing high heels, about 1 inch heels, which were not very suitable for dancing.

Judging from her youthful face, she looks no more than a teenager. I guess she's not from around here. Most likely she's a slut from some middle school who comes here to hang out when she goes home on the weekend.

Since she wants to come and have fun, I will give her a weekend so that she will remember it for the rest of her life. As for how long her life will be, it is hard to say.

She was tired of dancing and finally came to the bar. I sat a few stools away from her.

She is not the kind of girl who can be called beautiful, but she is cute. She has short light red hair, a round face, green eyes and a small nose. Just what I want, I thought.

She was already a little drunk. I looked at her attentively and saw that she was absent-mindedly playing with the ring of a car key. That's this Toyota.

I paid my bill and walked outside. The street was very dark and there were no street lights. What made me feel even luckier was that there were not many cars parked on the roadside. Although there were two Toyota cars there, only one had a school parking permit on the front window.

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The girl didn't even roll up the car window completely, so I was lucky enough. I opened the door without much effort and hid in the back seat.

I am waiting.

Not long after, the red-haired girl came out, opened the car door and got in. Little did she know I was right behind her.

She turned on the car stereo, "Exciting Music", damn it! My favorite thing is country music, so I included that as a reason to rape and kill her. I have a list full of reasons! But I don’t really need this list.

The car started moving and had already passed several streets.

I quietly climbed up from the back seat and put a knife to her throat.

She shuddered in shock and gasped.

"Keep driving," I said, "or I'll kill you."

If she knew that if she followed my instructions and went to a remote place, she would die in even more pain, she would rather choose to die under my knife now. Of course, this red-haired little slut had no way of knowing that the consequences would be like this.

I told her to drive toward a secluded parking lot. Once there, I told her to park the car and get out, which she did.

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. "Please don't hurt me."

"Shut your mouth, little slut," I said to her.

I waved the knife at her and told her to take off her clothes. When she refused, I thought I had to hit her.

I slapped her hard on her cute face. She staggered backwards after being hit, and I grabbed her hair and forced her to kneel down.

"You'll take it off, you little bitch, am I right?"

I said, pulling her hair violently to emphasize my simple request.

She cried, "Please don't, please don't"

I slapped her again with my other hand. She began to cry loudly. I hit her face hard again, and her face, which was bruised obviously, began to swell.

Finally, she raised her hands and sobbed:

"I will do as you say."

"Okay," I said.

I let her go and stepped back to look at her.

She stood up and very slowly began to take off her clothes.

"Hurry up!" I urged her. "I want to see your lovely body naked in front of me!"

She took off her shoes first, her outer garment, and then her tight red dress.

It turned out that she wasn't wearing a bra, so her breasts popped out freely. Her breasts are not too big, and her nipples are small and pink.

I told her to stop.

Now, all she had on was her underwear.

Her body was shaking. She crossed her arms across her chest and stared at me with her big, frightened eyes.

I walked in front of her and held her left breast, her smooth breast was soft.

She shuddered.

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked.

She nodded wordlessly.

"Are you afraid of me?" I screamed at her loudly and squeezed her breasts savagely.

She cried out in pain and cried:

"Yes! I'm scared of you...Oh, God, please don't hurt me!"

"Okay." I forced her to kneel in front of me again, I took off my pants, my penis stood upright, and it had reached its maximum size. She closed her eyes.

"Kiss my cock, little slut."

She just kept shaking her head. I grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her towards me, touching her seductive lips to my cock.

"Kiss it! This cock is yours, little cunt, and you are going to die for it!"

She began to cry again.

As I rubbed my painfully hard cock against her face, she sobbed in fear, making a low sound in her throat.

I laughed and slammed my hard cock into her cheeks, her eyes, and her lips. This little slut was trembling in fear in front of me. Her fear was a great stimulus to my sexual desire.

I pushed her down and she was now lying on the ground like a dog.

She looked back at me in horror:

"No...don't rape me!" she begged me.

I was smiling at her.

"I'm going to spank you with my belt now. Don't you dare scream or I'll kill you!"

To be honest, her plump, beautiful ass really needs some abuse.

I took off my belt and stood behind her. I rolled up the belt and whipped her butt hard.

The sound of the belt hitting flesh was wonderful, mixed with her screams and moans, and when the belt touched her buttocks, pain flashed across her face and tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes.

I whipped her again. A bright red mark showed where the belt had hit her butt.

I hit her again and again, and then she began to be unable to bear it, tears covered her face, and her lips trembled with pain and fear.

I think she is much prettier this way. Before my raw power she prostrated herself like an abominable animal, naked and trembling all over. I whipped her again, but I hit her lower on the thigh. Her whole body shook violently. I whipped her feet, her back, her arms.

Finally, I hit her in the face a few times, breaking her nose and leaving a black eye.

I burst into laughter and her face was covered in blood. Only at this point did she really scream loudly.

I'm a little surprised she lasted this long. Of course, I wasn't in a hurry to kill her right away, I had other plans.

I stopped whipping and admired my masterpiece.

Her buttocks, legs and back were all whipped red, her arms were shaking violently, and she had collapsed to the ground.

I laughed and knelt beside her and turned her over. The front of her was completely untouched. I looked at the face of my victim. An hour ago, it was a clean and smooth girl's face, but now it was black and blue, and bleeding.

I stroked it gently, and when I touched a broken skin, she shuddered violently, and I smiled happily.

I looked down at her chest. Her breasts were hanging like little watermelons. Her skin was pink and tender like a newborn baby. I reached out and tweaked one of the nipples, earning an alluring moan from my captive.

I increased my pressure, squeezing and yanking it harder, listening to the noises the little slut made.

"You have a nice pair of breasts,"

I said quietly, lighting a cigarette.

When she saw me putting the red cigarette butt towards her breasts, she shouted loudly:

"Oh, no, please don't."

She tried to roll away. I stepped on her with my boots so that she couldn't move. The hot cigarette butt slowly approached her soft breasts. She looked very frightened, and I couldn't help laughing.

Finally, the cigarette butt touched her nipple. I only touched her lightly, but she screamed so loudly and her body shook so violently that it was as if I had poked the entire cigarette butt into her breast.

She was prescient, because that's exactly what I was about to do. I casually poked the cigarette butt into her nipples, and the red-haired little slut kept screaming in pain. Sometimes the cigarette butt would go out, so I would relight it and poke it again.

Her whole body was shaking violently, and I held her tightly. After a while, the right breast of this little slut was covered with burn marks.

When the cigarette went out for the last time, I told her:

"Open your legs, little cunt!"

She was just moaning in pain, and it seemed like she could no longer understand what I was saying.

I had no choice but to pick up my belt again and swing it at her burnt breasts. She screamed again. I swung again, this time just for fun.

Then I bent over, pulled off her panties, spread her smooth thighs apart, and exposed her vagina. But I found that it was covered with a layer of soft hair.

"How disgusting!" I shouted loudly:

"Why don't you shave it off, cunt!"

Since she refused to answer me, I had no choice but to remove the pubic hair myself. I pressed the lighter against her pussy.

"Now," I scoffed, "I don't feel any pain at all."

Lighting up the lighter is like turning on a switch on a machine that is designed to scream loudly. In order to completely remove the hair, I had to burn part of her tender vagina. In order to do the best job, I waited a little longer until all the pubic hair was burned. I admit that I wanted to hear more of her beautiful screams.

Ah, now, things are much better!

I turned the little slut over, knelt behind her, grabbed her hair, pulled her head up, and slammed her face against the concrete floor a few times. I heard her teeth breaking. Blood vomited out of her mouth.

I smiled and then, I inserted my penis into her pussy from behind. Her vagina was narrow and warm, and although I fucked her hard and as fast as I could, I didn't find it very stimulating. I remembered how she was shaking just now, and I grabbed her hands and put them behind her back. I began to bend her slender fingers in opposite directions until they could not be bent any further.

Then I push harder.

When the finger broke off, her body shook and spasmed wildly, increasing the friction on my penis. She tried to scream, but the blood choked her throat.

I fucked her harder and then I broke the rest of her fingers one by one. Each time, she twitched and twisted more violently, which made me feel even better. My cock went in and out of her pussy and even though she was not a virgin she was still tight.

I was on the verge of ejaculation, so I pulled out my penis, flipped her over forcefully, and rode her, shooting my semen all over her burnt breasts. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing her broken and bleeding teeth, and my semen flowed down her breasts and formed a small pool near her belly button.

"Yeah, that feels good," I said.

The little slut seemed to relax a little and sighed.

"But your body still needs some work from me. You could still tell others about this, you could even claim I raped you. You sluts are all the same. So I have to kill you."

But first I need to pick up my souvenirs from tonight.

"Please don't... no... no..." She murmured in an almost indistinguishable voice:

"Oh, please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone, I promise, please don't..."

Her nagging makes me impatient. I picked up the knife again and cut off both breasts, the burnt and the unburnt. There were now two large, bright red holes on her chest where her breasts had once been.

I carefully wrapped the severed breast and put it in my bag as a souvenir of my evening. My actions now seemed a little hurried because I wanted to quickly get rid of this body that had lost its appeal to me.

I took the knife and inserted it all the way into her anus. Then I pushed up hard, and where she had two holes before, she now only had one.

I stuffed her body into a nearby sewer and drove away in her car. In the car, I rummaged through her purse and found out her name was Yamei, a lovely name.