Saturday Morning Teen Capture

The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. At least I had to try, because can you never count on opportunity. You can only hope the stars and circumstances align

It was early Saturday when I trudged into the post office after series of last minute errands. All I needed was to drop off a few pre-stamped envelopes and pick a few books of stamps. The second I got in line I spotted her. When you're a pervert like me, you can almost sense blindfolded when a potential victim is in the vicinity.

At probably 5'2 she had obviously gone though her pre-puberty growth spurt, but when she glanced my way I could see her face still had that touch of baby fat that usually dissipates once settled into the teen years. I pegged her at 13, maybe 14. With shoulder length strawberry blonde hair she was wearing sweatpants, but not the thick ones. These were thin, multicolored with the local high school logo on the side. What got me hard was the thought that maybe she had slept in them and that she hadn't yet changed her panties from yesterday. I swooned at the thought of what a wonderful musky aroma they held. I don't mean to dismiss the actual scent of her cunt when I buried my face between her tied spread legs, but panties saved in a vacuum sealed baggie would retain their savor long after the girl was disposed of. Pussy is for the moment, used panties are forever. Believe me when I say that.

She turned her back to me as she simultaneously texted and spoke with her mother at the counter, her mom inquiring about the quickest shipping method. With her stupid hoodie on I couldn't get a bead on her tits, or lack thereof. But then, as if she sensed my inquisitive thoughts, she turned her side to me and I could see through the open zipper of her hoodie the little camisole top that covered some definitely perkiness.

And to top things off, she was wearing sandals. Now I'm no foot fetish guy, but she had some damn cute feet with what I imagined were freshly painted toenails. Perhaps she had a boring night, highlighted by a repeat of Glee and nail painting. If I get my way she won't have any spare time tonight for such trivialities. I mean, I assume it's hard to paint your toes when your hands are tied behind your back and a cock is forced in your mouth. I had to control the urge to put my hands down my pants and stroke myself.

When she turned my way once more our gaze crossed paths and I fell in love with those pale blue eyes of hers. She looked away quickly as she continued to ramble on about something to her mother. About the only thing I noticed about Mom was that she had no ring on. Mental note.

So if luck be a lady today, she would be mine. And to my surprise, she appeared right on schedule.

A second postal worker became free and before asking the next person in line he noticed my stamped envelopes?

"Just dropping off sir?"

Fuck the stamps, get me out of here quick. So yeah, I just dropped off and left. I quickly got to my car around the corner and prepared myself.

I should take a moment to tell you a bit about me. I'm a retired cop from out of state. Now retirement for cops can vary, but in this state you can retire at 42 so I ain't no grandpa. Heck I even took my also-retired undercover cruiser with me. I could have stayed in and applied for sergeant or whatever but I found work as private security much more suited for me. I liked security because I could still carry a piece and have privy to people's lives. So what I'm saying is that I feel as though I still have the power over people. And I planned to use it today if all things fall into place. I pulled on my old officer's jacket.

About a year ago I met Ms. Rebecca, a girl twenty years my junior, on some bondage forum board. We really hit it off during one of our many rape role-play message sessions. Long story short I moved in with her and our role play rape sessions went from wordplay to live action. I still haven't registered my car in the state yet. As far as the state is concerned, I don't exist yet.

I watched from a distance as the girl and her mom left the building and back to their minivan. I began to follow them, again at a distance. Of course there would be a million places that these two could go that I'd have no chance of any abduction, but that's all part of the game. A game that I've never won yet, only because I hadn't taken the final step. Like I said, it's not often that things align just right.

But have it as you may, they left the main part of town headed towards some of the older neighborhoods. That meant more trees, overgrowth, all that crap which is much better suited than the wide open areas of newer developments. Still I was nervous as all hell cause what I wanted to do wasn't taken lightly in most parts. This was by far the farthest I've gone in attempts to abduct my own victim.

The next thing I knew they had their blinker on and were turning into a driveway. Lucky for me it wasn't any driveway, it was of those long, through the shrubs and trees to the set back house kind of driveway. So where I was prepared to just drive by in disappointment, I was now presented with a gift. I set the flashing red light on my dash and turned it on as I pulled in the driveway behind them, my headlights on flicker mode.

The house as older and by the stuff piled in front of the garage door, there was no car inside. If there was someone inside the house, they wouldn't be able to see at this angle.

I got out of my car and walked right to her window. I hated that my knees were shaking a bit from excitement. She rolled down her window and I checked once more down the driveway. My heart was pounding and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. This was it. I was going for it.

I leaned in the window and while she was fumbling for her driver's license I pointed my stun gun at the young girl sitting in the passenger seat and fired. It struck her in the neck and she began shaking and convulsing uncontrollably, just like you see in all the videos. Before the mom could even register what was going on I jammed my handheld taser into her neck. Her purse flew out of her hand. I dropped the taser gun in her lap and grabbed her by the back of the head and rammed it forward violently, smashing it into the steering wheel. I repeated this five or six times until her eyes rolled back.

I dragged the mother out of the van and back to the trunk of my car. I tossed her in and handcuffed her feet and then her hands behind her back. Then handcuffed the two together in hogtie fashion. I took a small black garbage bag and pulled it tightly over her head down to her neck.  I grabbed the duct tape, god love the stuff, and wound it around her neck a few times to, umm, seal the deal. Then I grabbed the rest of my goodies and went back for the girl. I could still hear that loud clicking of the gun sending volts of electricity into her young body, totally annihilating any connectivity between her muscles and her brain.

When I reached her she was still convulsing from the shocks. In truth I don't think I've ever seen someone tasered for so long. Her whole body looked like it was drenched in sweat. Even so, I yanked her out of the car and threw her to the ground, the taser detaching from her neck. I pounced on her and hogtied her as well. She started to cry out just as I was finishing so I zapped her with my handheld. Whatever fight she had in her was gone. A quick injection of Ativan and she would be out like a light in a few minutes. I easily inserted a ball gag in her mouth to make sure there'd be more noise from her when she woke. Then, instead of the garbage bag I covered her head with a cloth bag. Ten seconds later she was lying next to her mother in my trunk. I ran back to the van and made sure all was good. Took the keys, purse and such and locked up.

When I got back to the trunk the mom, having used up all her oxygen in her semi-unconscious state, was now in full freak out mode, frantically struggling to both free herself and breathe. I could see where the garbage bag being sucked into her mouth. She failed miserably on both accounts. I know seconds are precious in this sort of abduction but I couldn't help but watch her last spastic death throws. Such an amazing sight. My only regret was that I didn't have a clear plastic bag so I could see her face.

I closed things up and headed home. It wasn't until we were almost there when the thumping from the girl began. She would be needing a few lessons in what was acceptable behavior if she expected to live, which of course was unlikely.

Once we got home I pulled her out of the trunk and dropped her on the ground with a thud. Her sandals had already fallen off in the trunk, but she wouldn't be needing them anyways. I undid the cuff that connected her wrists to her ankle cuffs and pulled her to her feet by her upper arm.

"Now walk" I ordered.

The girl moaned or cried out, I'm not sure which, but she didn't move so I shoved her and the short step she could take with the ankle cuffs on was not sufficient enough to prevent her from falling face first into the ground.

This time I pulled her up by the cuffs between her wrists. The obvious pain brought her up quickly.

"Now we can continue this face planting all the way to the house or you can move your little ass now."

She started to shuffle forward towards the house. I turned and shut the trunk, noting with satisfaction Momma's lifeless body.

Once in the house I directed her back to the guest bedroom. There I had her get down on her knees. At this time I took off her hood. She blinked a few times to get used to the light and then looked up at me with those pretty little blues.

I kneeled down in front of her and held her chin. I looked straight into her eyes.

"Listen up now. You may not know it yet, but today's your lucky day. You see, I have to head out of town later tonight for family matters that you needn't be concerned about. What that means is that I can't keep you here for days. And don't worry about your momma, she's probably waking right about now with one nasty ass headache. So, if you're a good little girl, and I mean good, you'll be home with your momma in your warm little house by midnight."

I paused.

"And if you're not a good girl. Well, let's cover a few, what I like to call fun facts."

"Fact number one."

I paused for dramatic effect. It was working as her breathing deepened.

"I won't lie. You're going to get fucked every which way but loose. Your mouth, your pussy and your ass are all going to get a workout before the night is through."

Her eyes widened and I smiled.

"Fact number two. You're not going to say a word. NEVER. No pleading, no questions. If you say anything, I'll beat your face to bloody pulp. The only reason your mouth will be open is because you're about to get a mouthful of cock. Now do you fully understand fact number 2? Nod if you do."

She nodded.

"Fact number three. If you struggle or do anything but comply with my wishes, I'll kill you. And believe me when I say it will be a very painful death."

I stood and grabbed the cuffs attached to her wrists and lift upwards. She shrieked and tried to stand as her arms were pulled backwards at an unnaturally painful angle.

I let her stand up to relieve the pressure on her shoulders.

"Now imagine if I kept pulling until both shoulders popped out of their sockets. That will only be the beginning."

Her breath was rapid now.

I shuffled her over to the window.

"You see out there? Them there pigs?"

She tried to nod.

"People think pigs are filthy animals but they're actually quite clean so when people use the term pig as a derogatory jab, they usually are referring to its eating habits. Pigs will eat anything if they are hungry enough. Their jaws are pretty damn strong and can crunch and grind bone. They can basically make a body disappear if you get my meaning."

I turned her to face me. I could feel her shaking uncontrollably. A trail of spittle dripped from her chin.

"Now today you're a pretty, young girl. It'd be a shame if tomorrow you were nothing but a dozen or so piles of steaming pig shit. Now wouldn't it?"

She tried to swallow.

"Now before we continue, I'm going to ask you again if you understand all what I've said. So, do you understand?"

She nodded once more.

"Now get down on your knees like a good little girl."

She complied. I knelt behind her and once again connected her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs.  Not that I thought she'd try to run or anything, but just to make her feel even more helpless.

I pulled in close behind her and reached around her front and slowly unzipped her hoodie. Once unzipped, I leaned back pulled it off the best I could so that it bundled at her cuffed wrists. The pink camisole she wore had no sleeves, just dainty straps over her bare shoulders. Beneath that though, was another item, a sort of bra with straps, but without stiff cups.

I pulled in close once more, wrapping my arms around her. Her whole body was shaking by now. She was more afraid now than ever in her life and I loved it.

I buried my face into her neck and took in her tender teen scent. I let out an audible sigh and she cringed. My hands slid up and firmly grasped her little tits. I felt her cringe again, trying to shrink into a ball. In just the opposite I felt my cock growing painfully hard in the confines of my shorts.

I fondled her tits greedily through the thin silky material of her shirt. As I kissed her neck, check and earlobe she squirmed helplessly. I think my hands had a mind of their own as the next thing I knew they worked themselves under her cami and bra things and now cupped the tender flesh of her nicely developing breasts. It's impossible to put into words the magnificent sensation of soft pre-teen tits. Heck, it'll be impossible to put into words many of the things I'll do to her, but if there's anything that will make you cum in your pants its that first feel.

Again I sighed loudly and then whispered in her ear.

"Now, when I the ball gag out of your mouth you're going to say one word and only one word, your name. Remember the facts cause there are no warnings. Got it?"

I reluctantly pulled my hands from her breasts and stood up behind her. I unzipped my pants and pulled them off completely. I started stroking myself at the lovely sight of my capture, savoring how this morning it was only a notion and here she was now, bound, helpless. For the next few hours she'd be my pleasure doll, my fuck toy. I was pretty sure I'd kill her when all was said and done and wasn't sure if that's what I looked forward to most. Not that I'd tell her that. I don't play that way. Still, I had to hold myself back from the sudden erotic urge to put my gun to the back of her head and pull the trigger. I wanted badly to hear the sound of her body fall forward with a thud to the floor. I was rock hard now.

I walked in front of her and stood for a moment. She looked away.

"Don't look away. A cock is a good thing."

I leaned over her, my cock dangling in her face. I reached behind her head and unstrapped the ball gag from her mouth.

"Your name?"

"Jessica" she managed in the tiniest of voices, trying to loosen the stiffness of her jaw.

"Feels good to have that out of your mouth doesn't it?"

She looked up at me and I know she was fighting the urge to say something. I secretly hoped she would just so I could give her a quick fist to the gut or smash to the face.

I stood before her, stroking my cock. It was now time to enjoy the spoils of my efforts. I turned and grabbed a hammer off the dresser and smacked it into my hand a few times.

"Now Jessica, how about giving Uncle Chester here a great blowjob?"

With that I stepped closer to her, my cock at her lips.

"You had better get started now."

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the head of my cock in. Then slowly she closed her lips together and began sucking.

For the next fifteen minutes I enjoyed her pathetic attempt at sucking cock. Most of the time was spent with me holding her head and fucking her face than her sucking dick. A few times she gagged and I was sure she was going to puke, but she made it through. Only once did I have to warn her about her teeth and that I'd break them off with pliers if I felt them again on my cock. I resisted the urge to blow my load right then.

I finally pulled out. I kneeled behind her again and replaced the ball gag in her mouth. I undid the hog tie and stood her up and led her to the bed. It was time for full access to this little body of hers.

Within a few minutes my lovely middle school lass was securely cuffed to four bedposts. Her satiny camisole had pulled up a bit and her tummy was exposed. It obvious that she hadn't quite developed her womanly curves and with no sign of tonnage it was also obvious that she the typical teen of today who spent was too many hours texting and facebooking rather than doing something active. But she was far from fat.

I climbed on top of her, straddling her belly. I watched her face as I pulled out my switchblade and flicked it open with my wrist. Her breath deepened and I could see the look of terror in her eyes.

I leaned over and pressed the tip of the blade into the wrist of her outstretched arm. Not hard enough to penetrated, but enough to make the skin taught. Slowly I ran it down the length of her arm, stopping at her neck. She moaned and pleaded as best she could behind the ball gag. I pressed the blade edge into her neck and smiled at her.

"What are you worrying about? I told you that if you followed the rules you'd have nothing to worry about. You didn't break any rules, have you?"

She shook her head.

"I didn't think so."

I cut the straps to her camisole and bra top. With my left hand I reached down and grabbed her camisole in a bunch. With a few slices I cut thought the material, pulled it from under her and tossed it on the floor. I did the same with her bra thing. Her tits were fully exposed now.

I grabbed hold of one of her peach sized boobies.

"A little small, dontcha think?"

She didn't nod or do anything but stare at the ceiling. Her face was red and I could tell that even though she was scared to death, she was embarrassed. Maybe because of my comment or maybe that no male had ever seen her tits before.

"But you're a growing girl still. What are you, twelve?"

She didn't move.

"I asked you a question. Just nod yes or no. Are you twelve years old?"

She shook her head.

"Thirteen?"

She nodded slowly.

"Ah, that's a great age, so innocent and young. Of course I read all the time of middle school kids getting caught fucking or sucking in school. Kind of spoils things. At least in my mind. You aren't one of those kind of kids, are you?"

Again she shook her head.

I started to knead her little boobies, occasionally pulling and pinching her nipples in attempts to get them to pop out.

"You got potential for some really nice tits here. Good shape, nice nips. I'd like to check back with you in five years and see what they ripen into. Yes, I think I'll mark it on my calendar."

I climbed off of her and lay beside her and kissed her all over her tummy and along the outline of her ribcage and finally her tits. I could easily fit her whole tit in my mouth. Delicious.

At the same time my hand had reached down between her legs and started massaging her cunt through her sweat pants. By instinct she tried to close her legs together, but of course when they are strapped to separate bed posts, she was open for business. Moments later my hand was inside her pants and rubbing her cunt through her panties. Got to work as much of that amazing musky pussy scent into the panties as possible. Years from now I want to pull these panties from the sealed pouch so these soon to be memories flood back. Using my fingers I pressed the thin material far into her pussy.

By this time my cock was begging for more action so I figured I should move things along so I climbed off her and moved to the foot of the bed.

Now again, I have no foot fetish, but she had such delicate feet with such pretty painted toenails I couldn't help but rub my cock on her feet.

I took my switchblade out again and starting at her ankles, sliced through the thin material of her sweatpants all the way up through the elastic band at her waist. I did the same with her other leg such that her pants were still on her.

"Now how about a magic trick? You like magic tricks Ms. Jessica?"

Her eyes were closed as she gently nodded.

I grabbed the sweats at her left ankle and with one big yank, I pulled them off, letting them fly off into the corner of the room.

"Wha-la!"

I was half expecting to see her wearing with some Disney type panties or a slut in training thong, but what I got was something un-expectantly cool. Fucking superman panties. Not the kid version with little pictures on them, but dark blue with that large red superman "S" emblazoned just offset from her pussy. Damn, these panties were going to be the prize of my collection.

So lying before me, bound to the bed, was this tweeny little thirteen year old with smoking hot superman panties. The sight was too good to not take a few pictures.

"Damn girl, those panties are sweet. You get bonus points for them."

It was time for a closer inspection. I pressed my face right into her pussy and inhaled greedily. Heaven.

It's funny how pussy is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get, and I've seen them all. You get anything from tight shaved perfume twats to loose flabby fat lipped stink holes. Of course you can usually tell by the victim what kind of pussy to expect, but there are often surprises.

Seeing that I didn't want to cut off these panties I had to uncuff one of her legs so I could slide them off of her.

She was pretty much like I had expected. She hadn't shaved but was hardly hairy. Nice light brown downy tufts of hair. Barley any lips to speak of, at least they weren't event at first glance.

She shifted uncomfortably while I ate her out. I could hear little moans coming from her, but they were more like small controlled cries. Never the less I slipped my hands under her ass and pressed my face deeper into her, enjoying the sweet folds and tastes of her pussy. All the while my cock screamed for attention.

I knew that before fucking her, I'd had to loosen her up just a bit so reluctantly I pulled my tongue from her cunt and went to the dresser. I pulled out a nice sized rubber dildo cock and some lube. I sat on the bed at her waist, squirted a bit of lube on the rubber cock head.

A small wave of emotion flowed through me as I recalled Ms. Rebecca using this dildo the night before she died. I knew though, that she'd approve of its use right now.

I placed the head of the semi-floppy rubber penis at the entrance to Jessica's cunt and started to work it in. She again tried to cry out and squirmed on the bed in a vain attempt to close her legs and keep out the rubber intruder. I worked it in deeper and deeper until I had broken through her hymen. At that point I picked up speed. I was holding the dildo at about mid-length so now my fist was slapping into her cunt with each jam. Her back arched and her toes curled as she struggled against her bindings.

Satisfied that she was lubed up inside and out I wait no longer. I tossed the dildo next to her and climbed on the bed. I kneeled between her legs and stroked my cock with my right hand. The fingers of my left hand were jammed up her tight twat.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She just let out a soft cry.

I stopped jacking off and grabbed the knife on the bed.

"I said, DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU?"

She started to cry as she nodded.

I slipped my arms under her knees and lifted her up slightly so that her cunt was even with my cock. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and pressed the head of my cock in. Then, slowly rocking her body, I worked in deeper and deeper until I managed half my length in. God damn that shit was tight, little lips stretching around my cock.

I let her body back down as I leaned over her, my cock still inside. I laid on top of her, the full weight on my body on her. But before I got going I took off her ball gag. I wanted to hear her noises. I wasn't disappointed with all the little cries and whines she emitted as my cock went balls deep into her. I chewed on her sweet neck while I fucked her, giving her quite a few nice hickey welts. All the while I whispered all sorts of dirty shit into her ear.

I wanted to get deeper in her saw I got back on my knees. I reached back and uncuffed her ankles. I took her knees and pushed them back over her so that they ended up on each side of her ears. It's nice how flexible young girls are. I cuffed her ankles to the headboard. She was now about as prone as you can get, her legs spread obscenely wide and little pussy defenseless. Even the cute pink pucker of her ass was exposed. But I'd get to that later. I placed the ball gag back into her mouth as I knew fucking her in this position might be painful. And indeed it was as with each balls deep plunge into her pussy yanked her legs and the cuffs dug deep into her ankles. And with each plunge she would cry out in pain. A muffled cry mind you. Her ankles were quite bloody before all was said and done.

I fucked her for a good while until the lube started to wear off and my cock needing to explode. I felt myself about to go and pounded her ever harder and just let it go, spurting jet after jet of cum deep into virgin pussy.

I lied on top of her for a few, catching my breath. She just lay there staring at the ceiling. I pulled out of her and sat on the bed next to her. I reached down and jammed my fingers back into her cunt. Her body immediately clenched around my fingers. I dug out a nice white clump of thick drippy cum. I brought it to her mouth, removed her ball gag and ordered her to open. I put my fingers in her mouth and swirled my cum glob around her tongue and wiped them clean on her lips. She barely reacted when I placed the ball gag back in her mouth.

I stood and put my pants back on. I uncuffed her legs from the bed and then her wrists. I dragged her out of bed and into the den. I brought her over to one wall near the TV console. About six and a half feet up there was a large hook and loop attached to the wall. I turned her face to the wall and attached her wrist cuffs to the loop. I then blindfolded her.

"Why don't you hang out for a while" I said with a grin, "I have to do a little repackaging and red-up for my trip. You know its Thanksgiving week, right?"

I moved in behind and reached around her, fondling her little tits once more. She let out a sad little cry.

"Got to give thanks for the things we are blessed with." I whispered in her ear.

With that I stepped back and smacked her ass. She jumped and I laughed.

Before I left the room I couldn't help but again to admire my prize. I mentally compared the two images of her standing in line at the post office only an hour or so ago to the girl chained naked to the wall.

Ah yes, cold beers in the fridge, an ounce of killer weed, the Penn State game coming on in an hour, and a naked teeny bopper fuck toy at my disposal. This was going to make for a sweet Saturday. But first things first. I went to the kitchen to grab my Ronco vacuum bag sealer. Got to preserve those Superman panties before too much scent was lost.

I grabbed the rest of her clothes from the bedroom and took them outside to the burn barrel. I squirted some lighter fluid in and in a few minutes had it blazing hot. With a metal rod I held out each of her items; torn sweats, shirt, bra thing over the flames until they melted, burned and fell into the can.

I headed over to the car to process Mom. If I was going to drop her in the river I needed to strip her down completely. A naked body was the best way to remove evidence and make for quicker decomp, or rather fish food if you will. As soon as I popped the trunk and was hit with a stink. Stupid bitch must have released her bowels. Oh, did that piss me off. Fucking cunt fucked up the fun part.

I lifted her out of the trunk and threw her to the ground. I kicked her a dozen or so times in the body and bag covered head. I removed the duct tape and bag from her head. I then sat on her back and grabbed her head and twisted until I heard the unmistakable sound of her neck snapping. I felt better already. I uncuffed all her restraints and threw them in the trunk. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the side of the house. Once there I stripped off her ugly and shit stained clothes and tossed them to the side for burning. I turned on the hose and gave her a good spring cleaning, ending with me jamming the hose up her ass, giving her the biggest anal enema you've ever seen. I let go and the water squirted back out like a water fountain. Hell, a guy has to get a few laughs out of this. Yeah, that was fucking funny.

It's odd how I could barely remember what the woman looked like at the post office but looking at her thick body and floppy lopsided tits all I can say now is that it'd be a shame if my sweet treat inside ever came to look like this. Little Ms. Jessica should be spared from this fate.

I went to the barn and grabbed three bricks and some thin rope. I threaded the rope through the holes in the bricks and threw them in the trunk of the car. I then went back for Mom. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and headed back to the trunk. I passed by the window and could see her daughter still hooked to my wall.

For a moment and insanely sick thought came to me. Bring Mom into the house and force blindfolded Jessica to eat out her dead mom's pussy while I fucked her from behind. That would be a sight to remember. But the little fuck couldn't be that stupid to not figure out what was up and freak the fuck out. So I continued to the car and threw her in, her face smacking against the corner of the trunk lid with a sickening crack.

"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark." I said without thinking and then laughed at my own comment.

As I burned Mom's clothes I watched my young prize through the window. In some way she reminded me of Ms. Rebecca. How many times she had me hook her to that same loop and whip the shit out of her, red welts all over her body. Then sometimes she'd have me leave for hours, stranding her there to dwell in the pain. I wondered what would have happened in I died or just never came back for her. Would she have died of thirst? I'd usually come back to a puddle of piss and puke beneath a half dead woman, who, from what I could tell, smashed herself against the wall repeatedly. She definitely had some issues beyond my comprehension.

The last bit of melted double D bra dripped into the barrel. I figured I should probably dump the barrel at some point as there was there had to be evidence left of the dozen or so clothing remains from many of our visitors.

It took a while for me to get used to calling her Ms. Rebecca, but she liked that. So even at half my age I complied. I think she was still working out her serial killer dominatrix identity. Kind of a whole new breed. Some of the stories she told me of her younger days gave me chills.

I used to love the times when Ms. Rebecca would leave at 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I knew at some point I'd get a call that evening or late, late that night to leave the house for an hour. I'd leave and wait patiently at the local Dunkin Donuts sipping coffee waiting for her text. All the text would read was ‘Dinner is served'. I'd then rush home to find the a panicked young teen, college coed or even a young soccer Mom all trussed up and bound in some B&D outfit. We'd spend the next day or two raping and abusing the thing. I tell you, Ms. Rebecca has some strap-on's twice the size of my cock and she wasn't afraid to use it on any of the girl's holes. She had quite a collection of bondage items and liked to bind her victims in unusual and often painful positions.

At first I assumed, because she told me, that she returned them somewhere close to their homes, abandoning them naked of some back road with a warning of retaliation if they told. It was then, through google news that I found that these girls and women, from one, two or even three states away were still missing. At first she was embarrassed to admit she had killed them, thinking I might turn her in, or worse, think her disgusting and leave. I revealed to her that though I had never killed anyone, I had fantasized about it constantly. That night she told me, as we fucked, how she dispatched each of our rape victims. I wanted in.

I only witnessed three murders before her accident. The first, where she had me watch and jack off from outside the room as she strangled the naked and bound college co-ed with a metal chain. She was wearing this double dildo such that it was up the victim's ass and her own pussy at the same time. She ass fucked the beaten and abused girl furiously as she slowly winding a metal rod, tightening the chain the around the girl's throat. As the girl's face turned blue and she gasped for a last breath Ms. Rebecca came hard, and I mean hard. A screaming orgasm just as the girl's body convulsed and then went limp. It was kind of weird and erotic, but she had me so worked up over the previous week's fantasy play I shot my wad all over the door.

The second was some pretty, young mother of a young toddler. Ms. Rebecca told me how she snagged her from some park a few hundred miles from here. Even left the toddler wandering alone. Blondie, as we referred to her, had long blonde hair, mid thirties, had a hell of a toned body and tight cunt for someone that popped out a kid. She wouldn't be having anymore as by the end of a particularly abusive weekend she was swinging from the end of a rope gasping for breath and kicking her legs wildly, desperately seeking the chair that was just pulled out. Just beneath her I was my fucking my very orgasmic partner who had me kick out the chair just as she was cumming.

The last one, a girl of fifteen or so, she made me strangle while I fucked her. Unfortunately for me I didn't so such a good job as the girl revived a few minutes later. Boy, was Ms. Rebecca pissed at me. She took the girl, who still had her hands bound behind her back, and feet chained to each other, out the front door. She apologized for our traumatic attack on her and how she suddenly regretted everything. She told the girl she could leave but would have to walk slowly so we could get away. As the girl took her first step down the steps of the porch Ms Rebecca pointed a gun and shot her in the back of the head. The naked girl pitched forward, doing a ‘whatever was left of her' face plant in the dirt. As punishment, it was my job to dispose of the body. I had mentioned the pigs at that time but even as perverse as Ms Rebecca was she looked at me as though I was crazy.

"That's just plain the sickest thing I ever heard of."

It was two weeks later that she died in the car accident. Now all I had left was her memory and her farm house. And her whip.

I felt my cock grow hard again as I made my way to the bedroom closet and pull out Ms. Rebecca's favorite whip. Nothing fancy, just long leather straps maybe a quarter inch wide.

I went back to my girl. As I came up behind her I couldn't help but admire the pale skin of hers. No blemishes what so ever except the occasional mole, which I and most people, find quite alluring. She quivered as I kissed her lightly freckled shoulders and all over her back. I continued downward to her rounded little bottom. In years to come her ass would sag like her mothers, but for now her little bubble butt was just adorable and oh so squeezably soft. Such beautifully tender flesh. It'd be a shame…

I stood and whispered in her ear how fucking beautiful she was and how lucky some guy was going to be one day, getting to fuck her tight little body pussy all the time. Of course today I was that lucky guy. I let my hand slip down between her legs and fingered her pussy.

I stepped back and without warning the leather straps whipped across her butt cheeks with a loud crack. She jumped forward into the wall and shrieked. Even through the ball gag it was deafening. With each crack of the whip she'd shriek. She'd jump and do what looked like crazy dance steps trying to get away from the stinging bites of the whip. Piss ran down her legs. Within a few minutes red welts adorned her back, ass and legs. Occasionally I step to the side a bit so the whip could reach around her and light up her tits and tummy. I was so excited that I was almost in a frenzy when I stopped myself. By this time she wasn't even standing, but hanging by her wrists, practically unconscious.

I unhooked her cuffs from the loop and she fell to the piss puddle floor in a heap. I re-attached them to the corresponding loop on the floor. I stood back up, looking down at the pathetic lump on the floor. Red marks were all over her body, some bleeding slightly. I could have easily jacked off a wad onto her but best save those for later. Instead I headed to the kitchen for a beer.

By the time she started coming around again it was well into the first half of the Penn State game and we were already up by twenty-one against some non-conference team. I longed for the days when we were perennial powerhouses. Nowadays, just cracking the top 25 was cause for celebration.

I went over to the girl removed the blindfold and unhooked the ball gag from her mouth, again reminding her not to talk. I gave her a drink of water and apologized for the beating, telling her that it wasn't her, it was me. I helped her stand and led her to the bathroom and put her in a cool shower. I squirted some liquid soap on her and motioned to her to wash. I told her that maybe we could relax and watch the rest of the game.

I dried her off best I could and brought her back out to the TV room. I had a few items prepared for her. I pulled her elbows back behind her and slipped a wooden rod under them. I clamped her elbows to the rod. Then, kneeling down I latched a spacer rod to her ankles such that her feet were about eighteen inches apart. Then the ball gag.

I led her over to the side of the couch. It was a big couch with large rounded arm rests on either side. I told her to relax and bent her over the couch. Unable to balance herself, her face smooshed into the couch seat while her ass was high in the sky. With her legs spread as such, her little cunny was once again front and center. I couldn't help but to bury my face into her tasty snatch. I moved up then, spreading her ass cheeks and tongue fucked her little hole while drilling my fingers deep in her cunt.

I'm pretty sure she had no idea what a butt plug was, or how it comes in handy in red-en up a very tight virgin hole for fucking.

"What I'm going to do mow is going to loosen you up a bit. It's gonna feel uncomfortable at first, but believe me, you'll get used to it quickly."

The plug wasn't that large, and it didn't need to be. Nevertheless I lubed the tip of the conical shaped rubber item. I placed the tip at the entrance of her little pink pucker. The moment it touched she stiffened up.

"It's best if you relax." I added, knowing there was no way she would.

With a slow rotating twirling motion and steady pressure the plug dove steadily inside her. Occasionally I'll pull it back and start over. These things can't be rushed. Well they can, but where's the fun in that.

She whined and cried throughout, especially as I neared the widest point of the plug, the edge where the angle cut back sharply and would lock itself into her ass. I almost had it once and then with one final twisting push watched as the thin skin of her pucker stretch as it never had before and the plug popping into place.

Her body stiffened even more, her knees bending and her feet coming off the floor. She let out three quick gasping grunts and then as what I could only describe as a long low howl. It turned me on so much I immediately dropped my pants and buried my cock in her pussy. Grabbing her hips I slapped hard and deep into her, once again holding myself back from cumming.

By this time the second half of the game was underway. I moved around to the front of the couch, grabbed my beer, lifted her head and sat down, sliding myself beneath her. I lifted her head and set in on my stomach. Her breathing had returned to normal.

"See, I told you you'd get used to it."

I undid her ball gag and added "You know what to do now, and remember what I said about those teeth."

I lowered her face onto my cock, her mouth opening to accept me. So while the Nittany Lions drove down the field once more sweet little Ms. Jessica sucked cock. She was indeed a pathetic cock sucker but in her defense she was in an awkward position. Semi frustrated I moved her to a kneeling position in front of me. There she did a much better job and I it made it easier to drink my beer and eat chips.

By the fourth quarter I had her bent over the couch arm again. I was fucking away pretty good with a nice rhythmic slapping sound going as I grasped hold of the butt plug grip.

"I'll bet you rather have a nice warm cock in your ass than this cold piece of rubber."

I started to twist and pull and then for some stupid reason she broke the rules.

"Oh my god, please don't, please, please don't."

This is why God created ball gags, and rules.

I stopped pulling the plug and stepped around the front of the couch.

"Did you say something?"

She was crying. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"You're not helping your cause here. I warned you more than once about talking. Maybe some punishment will discourage your from further outbursts." I stuffed the ball gag back in her mouth. "Let me put this back in so you don't make it worse."

I walked over to the desk and rooted through the drawers. I looked over at her as she started to cry and thrash a bit. Finally I found what I was looking for. Two large black binder clips. You know, the ones with the silver metal handles to bend them back to open them and then clamp on a pile of papers. As I walked back to her, she looked at me with fear in her eyes unable to comprehend what I was going to do with them.

I grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor.

"I told you not to fuck with rules and you couldn't keep your trap shut."

I rolled her on her back, then grabbed her left breast and squeezed it at the nipple. I then used my other hand to open the binder clip and fit it over her tit, getting as much nipple and breast as I could. As the binder clamped down and bit into the tender and over sensitive flesh she let out a shriek as I've never heard before. Her shrieks only intensified when I repeated effort on her other nipple. I lifted the crying, trembling girl back over to the couch arm and once again bent her over.

With one pulling twist, the butt plug popped out of her ass. As expected, her little hole didn't close all the way, making for an easy entrance past the first gate.

I squeezed a glob of lube on her butt hole and just as the shrieks from the nipple clamps had begun to abate my cock worked its way into her ass. Even with her hole open for me the initial entrance is still a delicate matter. You've got to use your hand as a guide as you pop your head in and out of the hole and then deeper and deeper until you're at least halfway in. It's at that point where you can move your hands to her hips and let loose. Her arms and legs spasmed wildly in their binds and her body shuddered with all the pain that was coursing through. Her endorphins must have been going nuts. I wondered if she might getting a bit of a high at the same time. I felt a little twinge of regret in regards to the nipple clamps, not for her, but that she never felt the full impact of getting rammed in her virgin ass.

I fucked her for the rest of the fourth quarter, alternating between her ass and her cunt before finally shoving my cock as far up her ass as I could and cumming. All throughout she was half delirious, half unconscious uttering sounds I've never heard before. Definitely one of the top ten fucks of my life.

I unhooked the arm and leg rods and dragged the sobbing girl back to the bedroom and cuffed her to the bedpost on the floor. I removed the binder clips from her tits and she dropped to the floor in a complete blubbering mess. I had to shut the door when I left just so I didn't have to hear it.

I did a little clean up and worked on my plan for the rest of the day. I figured one final session with Ms. Jessica before I left, but needed a little cock recovery time. I still had some packing and other house prep shit to do if I was going to be gone for a week.

That's when the phone rang. I figured it was my sister checking again to make sure I was still coming in but it wasn't her, it was Chad, Ms. Rebecca's brother. He wanted to know if I wanted to go out drinking tonight.

Ms. Rebecca's death had been hard on Chad. A big, 6'2" 230 pound dude had been reduced to a pitiful wreck after the funeral. He had always been an abusive drinker, but now he was worse than ever. Now, I had never participated on an event with Chad, but knew that he and Ms. Rebecca had done so on occasion in the past. From what she described, he apparently liked to get a bit more physical with the captives.

I told him that I was headed out of town later but if he wanted to come over right now, I had a surprise for him. No, not drugs. Something much better. Something soft, something young. Yeah, that kind of surprise.

Twenty minutes later I opened my bedroom door to give him a peek at his present. I closed the door and a huge smile formed on his face and he bear hugged me. I hadn't seen him that happy for quite some time. I laid out a few rules, but actually they were more like guidelines. I'd give him thirty minutes, don't kill her, don't break any bones, and just make sure to leave me something to work with after he leaves. I handed him the cuff key and he entered. Beyond him I could see the confused and very frightened look on Ms. Jessica's face. I closed the door behind him.

Over the next half hour I heard all sorts of shit coming from the room, most of it shrieks, screams and cries from the girl. Every once in a while I'd hear a huge bang which I imagined was her body smashing into the wall or floor or something. What he does is really not my style at all, but I'll admit that I was rock hard just listening.

It's nice to do something nice for people. I felt good. Maybe this was just what Chad needed to break out of his funk, a chance to work out all his pent up aggressions. My good deed for the day. There should be more people like myself.

I was in the kitchen when he finally came out. A very satisfactory grin was on his face.

"Dude, you don't know how much I needed that" he said.

"My pleasure." I replied as I handed him a cold beer.

"Excellente, I'm parched." he said as he took a big swig. "Look, man, I was thinking. Since you're headed out of town I'd be glad to take the girl off your hands. I got some buddies who'd love to get in on this action. And you know I clean things up well."

I considered the offer before declining.

"Sorry man. Can't do. Too many eyes, too many mouths. This one was too close to home."

Chad nodded. "No worries my man, understood completely. But I owe you one."

As he left, he thanked me endlessly and added with a wink that I should probably give the girl a good hour of recovery time.

I was getting anxious to get on the road so it wasn't quite forty five minutes when I had everything ready for my trip and basically nothing left to do but finish up with what was left of my Saturday morning teen capture.

When I entered the bedroom I saw what I pretty much expected. A girl who looked like she was in a nasty car crash. The thought saddened me for a moment but I moved past it quickly. She had a huge black eye and her cute little nose was definitely busted. Crusted blood was on her lips and chin as well as spatters on her chest and tits. A number of large bruises and abrasions covered her body. Mixed with the red welts from the whip there wasn't much untouched flesh left. Even her pussy was black and blue. Streaks of dried blood had run down her legs from her crotch. Whether the blood came from her cunt or I ass I couldn't tell, maybe both. If this was just from Chad, I could only imagine what she'd look like after his buddies were through with her. I almost regretted not letting him take her.

"Let's finish this up and get you back to your Momma."

I didn't need to but I retied, this time with rope, her arms and legs to the four bedposts. She was too fucked up to move, let alone struggle. But I loved the look. Rope always seemed the classic way to go. I laid a few items, unseen by her, between her legs. I wasn't sure what way I would go but wanted to have them all available to my whim.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed on the bed once more. As I straddled her chest I noticed the lovely shade of purple her swollen her nipples were. They were also covered with bite marks. Man I bet they were sore. I moved up higher such that my knees were on her arms and my stiff cock pointing at her mouth. Even with all the bruising and such, she was still quite pretty. Not pretty in the lovely teen girl sense, but in the one eye swollen shut type sense. I could go for one final blowjob from my sweetheart. Her mouth opened like a baby bird waiting for her momma to give her a worm. I leaned forward and grabbed the headboard and began to fuck her mouth, smacking my hips into her face time and time again. When I was getting close I leaned back a bit and used my hands to rock her head back and forth on my cock.

I could tell the pain in her arms was growing from my knees pressed on them, as her fingers were beginning to turn blue. But that only heightened my pleasure. I rocked her head back and forth violently on my cock as I felt my oncoming orgasm growing.

Her body stiffened and she gagged as I buried my cock deep in her throat and blasted the first jet of my load. I then thrust her head back onto the pillow and proceeded to jerk the rest of my cum on her face and she began choking and crying.

As I wiped the last on my jizz on her cheek she was in full blown breakdown mode, crying in herky jerky breaths. I really couldn't have expected anything less. But when I looked down at her, she was no longer that super cute little teen in the post office. Not even close. Her face was slimy and crusted with blood, dirt and cum, her eyes swollen and red, snot bubbles in her nose. Drool and cum ran down her chin and neck. Fucking snot bubbles. Can you believe it? Now that was gross.

"You know what Ms. Jessica? I'm totally spent. I think we're done here. Whattaya think?"

She blurted out some barely intelligible blubbery line about home.

"You know you used to be so pretty and now your face just a fucking mess. You should see yourself. Jeezus, even I can't stand looking at you anymore."

For a moment I think she actually thought her ordeal was over and that she would be headed back to see her mama. But when I took a pillow and threw it over her face and I'll bet she thought I was going to suffocate her. I heard her cry out some sort of plead, but she needn't worry about suffocation.

I reached back and grabbed the gun from the assortment of killing items and pressed it deep into the pillow.

Bang.

Her body jumped, spasmed once and went limp. Finally some quiet.

I climbed off of her and stood at the foot of the bed. She was still quite a sight with her hands still bound to the bedposts. Her teen body, for the moment still warm and fuckable, glistened from sweat and blood. This time I didn't forget to get my camera out and take a few shots, not only for posterity, but for posting anonymously on a few special websites. With a few full body shots, plus close ups of her hands and feet and bruised cunt as well as the pillow with the blacked mark in the center. I would title it ‘The Final Touch'. No one would ever know it wasn't a model shoot, but a real dead girl.

With that done I took a doubled pillow case and working under the gunshot pillow I covered her head. I really didn't want to see that mess. I then cut the ropes, wrapped her up in the bed sheets and carried her now useless body out to the pig pen. I wasn't kidding. I'll be curious to see if anything is left of her after she is the only thing the pigs have to munch on for a week.

I lifted her over the railing and dumped her in. She rolled out of the bed sheets and landed flat on her back with a splat in the muck. I felt a twinge in my cock as the sight was rather erotic. Not just because of the tight body spattered with blood and mud but rather the I got all I needed from you and I'm dumping you in the trash now. I had to run back and grab my camera again. When I got back, two pigs were already busy investigating the lifeless body with loud curious snuffles.

As I walked back to the house I got a little excited of the returning thought of how one day you can be a bright vibrant teen girl with a head full of thoughts on boys and cheerleading practice and then next you're nothing but twenty piles of pigshit. I'll bet she'll make damn good fertilizer. I've been thinking about starting a garden next spring, you know with the cost of fucking food these days.

I went back in the house and cleaned up the evidence best I could, then showered and changed for the long trip out to my sister's house for Thanksgiving. I still had to dump ‘mom' somewhere and I had a few good spots I could stop along the way.

I hadn't seen my niece in a few years now, which would make her about 12 or 13. She was a damn cute 9 year old that last I saw. And while I know I'd never do anything to hurt her, I know that after seeing her bop around the house for a few days I will damn sure use her for fantasy fodder, raping her in my mind every which way but loose. The same way I used to imagine raping and killing my sister.

I love the holiday season.

And damn, I still need stamps.