u/ppolin

This lustrous, gorgeous, angelic little thing. So close to perfection.

I didn’t often find myself fully enthralled by the beauty of a young woman. I could always appreciate it objectively. And every so often it would give me a little rise--that tension in by groin as my cock began to engorge.

But, climaxing? It wasn’t something achievable without a little more. I’d spent years chasing the issue down with therapists, psychiatrists, even hypnotists--intimacy issues, hormone imbalance, deeply buried traumas. None of it led anywhere and so I just had to keep doing what I had to do.

This time was almost different.
I’d immediately felt it when I laid eyes on her. I wasted no time in getting her alone.

She was straddling me now, putting herself down over my hard throbbing dick. I leaned back in the front seat of her car. Her hips gyrated. Her eyes closed. She was having the ride of her life, it seemed.

I was so close to climaxing, but I just couldn’t get there. Like always.

FUCK. Fuck me for having a bit of hope. I was almost mad at myself for doing what I had to do next.

I reached back with one hand and grabbed the blade I had discreetly stashed between the seat and the door. I reached up with the other and took a firm grip of the back of the girl’s head. She moaned and humped faster. I gritted my teeth and in a quick motion slit her slim neck just below her jawline.

Her eyes sprung open wide. Her arms flailed forward as a light spray of blood splashed across my face and chest. A flood of crimson fluid flowed down her own bare chest as it began heaving. She was trying her best to breathe raspy wet breaths. In her sporadic efforts she continued to jam herself down on my dick. I dropped the knife to the side and grabbed her hips to help guide her jerky motion.

Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape. It looked almost orgasmic.

Her death throes were just right. I finally felt the release I so desperately needed. Her cunt squeezed me tight as I came deep inside her. She continued gurgling as I came. Blood dribbled from her mouth and bubbled at the open wound in her throat.

This weak, dying, sad little thing.

I let her fall forward against me as her struggling subsided. Her cheek rested on my chest as her body went through its final spasms. I felt the warmth of her piss dribbling out onto me. I didn’t mind.

I interlaced her fingers with mine. I wanted this moment to last. We had all the time in the world.

I stare down at her slack jawed expression.

Her face is round, cute. She has a small soft mouth and a small nose slightly upturned at the tip. Her eyes are vacant, but still that beautiful grey-sky steel color that I love so much. Mascara streaks stain her freckled cheeks. I hadn’t meant to make her cry. I reach down and try to wiped the makeup away but it ends up just smudging more.

I touch her neck where the bruising is already showing. I swallow and sigh at the unfortunate blemish.

My fingertips brush her collar bone. She is verging on petite and is slim figured. She wears a silky little camisole that I gently pull down to reveal her perky tits. They sit ever so slightly cockeyed on her chest. I remember the way they jiggled as she fought me in those last few moments. She put up quite the fight. Fitting for the tiny red headed spitfire.

I know I should feel bad but I don’t. I think of the headlines. “Promising young college girl murdered in her off-campus apartment.” Her death would be sensationalized. It would be used as a cautionary tale. It would be the subject of true crime dramas and fodder for internet sleuths. I don’t feel bad at all.

Her tummy, though slim, is soft and smooth and startlingly pale with just a few dark freckles. Her belly button is a perfect little divot and just below begins a barely visible happy trail of soft fuzzy translucent hairs that lead me down into her lace lined pink panties. I pause to take in the view. I’m hesitant to jump straight into it.

A little bit of piss has dribbled out and wetted her panties. The shape of her cunt is visible through the clingy wet fabric. There’s a gravity that pulls me there but I resist.

I turn my attention to her socked feet. Small soft white socks with frilly tops. The fabric is thin. I touch her feet then run my hands up her calves to her thighs.

Her whole body is pleasantly shapely, but those thighs... They’re perfection. I lift her legs, spreading her wide, then run my hands across smooth skin and up onto her firm asscheeks.

It’s time. I reach down and pull the damp panties to the side revealing my ultimate prize. This precious little treasure box she was desperate to protect.

It’s better than I imagine. She kept her cunt nicely trimmed. Her pale lips were just a little puffy. I spread them with two fingers to find her adorably pink inside. It drew me in. With her legs open wide, I lean in and plant my face in her crotch, tasting her slightly sour but invigorating tang. I loved this taste. I licked and licked them thrust my tongue into her, letting my saliva saturate her folds and cavity.

A shame, I think, that she is unable to enjoy it. It’s better this way though. I truly believe that sex without consent is wrong. This is the way it has to be. Im doing it the right way round. Minimizing suffering.

Her cunt drips when I finally pull away and I’ve grown fully erect. I nestle myself between her legs and push the head of my hard cock up to her cunt. It’s difficult at first to inert it fully, but with a little work she stretches enough that I am able to enter her tight cunt all the way. I keep a tight grip with one hand around her slim waist, and hold her leg up with the other to stretch her fully.

I thrust gently at first, then firmer with more force. The slap slap slap of skin on skin is the only sound in her quiet apartment.

Her head lolls limply to the side and her tits bounce in rhythm. I grab her waist with both hands now as I near completion. With a squeeze, my hand can encompass her tiny abdomen. I pull her body down onto me while thrusting in as I finally start cumming. I pull out and sling my semen across her chest and belly. It runs down her sides and some settles in her belly button.

I lean back and take a moment to breathe. I’m pleased with the work I’ve done. Then I grab the Polaroid and snap my two shots: her exposed cunt leaking cum, and a straight on chest up shot of her dead face. These will go nicely with the collection.

“God, please. I swear I don’t know anything about it.” She was crying again.

“Dude, please someone shut her the fuck up. I need some quiet while I figure this out.”

Blake, the balding man with the linebacker build, came up behind her and clamped a massive hand over her mouth.

Mike, who had asked for quiet, was sitting in a chair near the window and looking down at his phone while rubbing the back of his neck. He started muttering something to himself.

Jen breathed through her nose and tried to make bleary eye contact with any of the three men in the cluttered, abandoned single-room cabin. Mike had barely looked at her since they’d snatched her from her house hours ago. Blake was keeping her firmly facing away from him. Nolan had glanced her way a couple times. He looked toward her again from where he stood leaning against the counter in the small kitchenette. Their eyes met.

The men were all in their late thirties, muscular with swarthy and weathered faces of men who were familiar with manual labor. Jen, in stark contrast was a diminutive eighteen year old, pale and petite.

Nolan looked at her, feeling conflicted. He wasn’t completely comfortable with all this. He felt getting Jen involved this early was a mistake. She looked at him with eyes that pleaded for mercy.

In Nolan’s mind, at this point, mercy could look like a lot of things.

Jen was shivering uncontrollably now. The men all wore heavy coats. She was in a tank top and little pajama shorts and was notably barefoot. It was the middle of the night and frigid in the abandoned cabin.

As she looked at him, Nolan’s eyes flitted down toward her body. Her hard nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her top. He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He had the appearance of a starved dog. Jen instinctively tried to shirk away from his hungry gaze, but Blake, and the restrains that tied her to the chair, wouldn’t let her budge.

“Fuuuuck.” Mike made an aggravated, stood and kicked a decaying stack of books on the floor. Loose sheafs of paper scattered everywhere. Everyone looked toward him. “Joel’s out.”

“He’s not coming?” Asked Blake.

“So the whole deal is off?” Nolan sounded incredulous, painfully unaware how ridiculous it sounded for a kidnapping criminal to be outraged that someone dropped their end of whatever bargain they had.

“Yes.” Said Mike. “It’s done. And we’re left high and dry, again.”

The men looked between themselves then one by one they turned toward Jen.

“What about...” Blake began.

“I fucking told you we should have waited.” Nolan gestured at her as he confronted Mike.

“Go outside and start digging. Both of you.” Mike ignored Nolan. His voice dropped low and menacing. Mike’s eyes were now fully on Jen, sizing her up. This was his first time actually studying their young captive. He had been avoiding getting too attached. Now he didn’t care. He took a step toward her.

“Are you kidding me, Mike? You’re outta your goddamn mind.”

Mike snapped his head toward Nolan. “I’m not letting this go to waste.”

Blake looked between the both of them, confused.

“Blake, leave her.” Mike said. “She won’t make a peep. She’s gonna listen to every word I say if she knows what’s good for her.”

Nolan looked like he wanted to say something. Blake looked at Nolan. Uncertain.

“Go find the FUCKING shovel and start digging!” Mike screamed at Blake now.

The large man finally obliged, disappeared through the door into the dark.

“You too, Nolan.” Mike said.

Nolan had taken a step toward Jen.

He looked toward her, then Mike. Then he lunged. He had somehow procured a long rusty kitchen knife from somewhere and in a motion that shocked everyone in the room, including himself, he stuck the blade directly in Jen’s neck. She flinched as much as she could, tied up in the chair. The chair scooted, almost tipping. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened and a little bit of blood and saliva spilled out, clinging in a sticky string from her bottom lip. For a second she sounded like a cat hocking up a hairball. Then the grating sound stopped and her body went into mostly silent random spastic shudders.

Nolen pulled the knife out and a gush of blood followed, spilling out across her freckled chest and soaking into her tank top.

Her head lolled back. She fell still then, leaning to the side against the strained ropes that held her up in the seated position.

Mike just stared at her for a moment then looked over at Nolan.

“What the fuck was that?” Mike asked.

“Mercy.” Said Nolan he dropped the knife and walked out, following Blake into the night.

Mike waited for good minute before moving again. His eyes took in the scene. The body before him looked strangely smaller now. Still the supple figure was alluring. His mind was racing behind his dark eyes. Blake and Nolan were bickering about something outside. Mike checked the door. He could make out the beam from Blake’s flashlight a good hundred yards out into the woods. Nolan was out there with him. They had just found the spot they were going to dig.

Mike pushed the door shut.

The room was perfectly quiet except the sound of dripping where Jen’s thick crimson blood had began pooling on the rough wood floor. He reveled in the stillness until it was suddenly broken as Jen twitched and made a low gasping noise.

Mike slowly walked across the creaky floor to the body. He put out his hand, touching the soft cheek of the girl. A bit of pink foam had built up around her neck wound.

The idea she was still hanging on to a sliver of life was surprising to him. Her eyes fluttered and he could hear the strange quiet gurgling sound she continued to make as she drowned in her own blood and her tired diaphragm tried to draw in one more breath of air.

Her mouth gaped. He drew his thumb across her plump lips that had turned blue under the bloodstains.

He felt many emotions in this moment, none of which he had ever leaned how to properly process. He pushed down all the pity, the regret, the fear and horror seeing this reflection of humanity’s darkness. He suppressed it all until he was left with one thing he knew. One thing he allowed himself to feel and act upon.

His cock throbbed as she fell forward against him and her slack face pressed against it through his jeans. He was reaching over to untie her bonds. With her finally free he pulled her body from the chair and let fall with a smack onto the floor. He pulled her over to the filthy rug spread out on the floor and laid her on her back.

He knew he’d have to make this quick. Nolan and Blake would lose their shit if they caught him in the act. It was probably the most fucked up, twisted and downright stupidest thing he’d ever done. He knew that, even as he worked her shorts and panties down far enough to pull one foot through. Her little cunt, now on full display for him, was nicely trimmed, with plump little lips and lovely pink folds that just peeked through.

He pulled her blood soaked tank up to expose her small, perky tits. Her nipples no longer hard but soft. He ran a finger over one, enjoying the feel of her firm tit under his hand. The term nubile came to mind when he looked at her, drawn from the depths of knowledge. He wasn’t even sure how he knew that word, but it felt like a fitting description.

He spread her cunt and pushed his head into her. She didn’t want to stretch enough for him at first, but out of instinct he gave her a clit a firm rub and her body miraculously had just enough life left to get a little wet. Her body’s tenacity--and willingness to engage in procreation was incredible.

Mike was also pleasantly surprised that she was still warm inside as he slipped further in. He had to give it a few good thrusts to reach full penetration. She was glove-tight and barely accommodated his full length.

He lifted her legs, hooking her arms around them, and leaned over her. He stared down at her as he pounded into her slit. Her long, reddish brown hair was a tangled mess. Her arms were limply crossed up over her head. He noticed a thin gold band on one of her fingers. Her eyes were still open in an empty stare. They looked grey in the dim light. He was close already, but her wretched visage was throwing him off. He looked around and reached for the closest thing he could find--one of the battered books. This was some sort of large hardcover short story collection. He opened it halfway and plopped it down over her, covering most of her face and her bloody neck.

He focused on her tits, bouncing rhythmically. He grabbed one giving it a rough squeeze until finally he reached climax. He stayed inside for a moment, letting his seed fill her cunt, before pulling out and finishing the last few ropes across her belly. He stayed there for a moment, letting his cock rest against her pubic mons while it leaked out a little more semen. He let her legs drop to the floor.

His eyes traced her slight figure lying before him. He suddenly felt exhausted and in that moment he experienced a shock of awareness.

He backed up and quickly stuffed himself back into his pants. He clenched his jaw, screwed his eyes shut for a moment, willing away the threat of emotion. He drew a shuddering breath. Then quickly moved to grab the edge of the rug and pull it over the body.

He paused for just a second and reached up and twisted the ring from her finger, then gently closed her eyes.

“Mercy.” He thought, then finished wrapping her in the rug.