The Trespasser.

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       'Hey, hey you.' I said, pretty well jumping out from behind a big rock, 'What are you doing here? This is a private beach. What the hell are you doing here?'

       Now I gotta say, I was pretty well shocked at how beautiful she was. Turns out she was a fashion model and doing something I had never heard of. She was doing a series of 'selfies' but using a digital camera on a tri-pod utilizing the timer feature to do a photo-shoot of herself in a really sweet, sexy, two-piece bathing suit but the salient point being she was doing it all by herself. Nobody else was assisting her which made it fucking spectacular for me because I knew I could intimidate her.

       'I.. Oh, please. You scared me. I'm..I'm..'

       'You should be scared. You're trespassing. That's what you're doing.'

       'I didn't see anyone around. I didn't think anyone would mind.'

       'I mind. This is my property and I mind. Didn't you see the fucking signs?'

       'Please, there's no need to swear. I'll go. If it upsets you so much, I'll just go.'

       'What you'll do is get down on your knees. That's what you'll do.'

       'No I won't. Why?'

       'So you'll stay here while I call the cops.'

       'What? What for?' She was incredulous.

       'Because of what the signs say and what you're doing. Read the fucking sign.' I said pointing to one somewhat off in the distance.

       'I.. I can't read it from here.'

       'So go over and take a closer look.'

       'OK. OK, I saw the signs.'

       'Yeah, I'm sure you did and you look like just the kind of arrogant, snotty bitch who thinks she makes her own rules. Am I right?'

       'Stop it. You have no right, no, you have no reason, to talk to me like that.'

       'What are you going to do about it?'

       'Do? Huh? What I'm going to do, is, huh, leave. I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this?'

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       'Tell me one thing before you try to leave.'

       'What? What is it?'

       'Exactly what did the signs say? The last part?'

       'OK. OK, I get it. Yes, they said trespassers will be prosecuted. I get it. Alright?'

       'So if you leave how am I going to have you prosecuted?'

       She gave me a really hard, angry, put-off stare. Like who the fuck was I anyway to be challenging her like that?

       'OK, I'll give you a number where I can be reached and the police can deal with this later.'

       'Oh, I see when you're no longer trespassing and you can deny you ever were. I don't think it can work that way. That won't work. Not for me.'

       'So what do you propose?'

       'I already told you. On your knees.'

       'I have had enough of this. Of your bullshit. I'm going to leave and don't try to stop me.'

       'Or you'll what? You'll beat me up?'

       'I have some martial arts training. I know what I'm doing and I can take care of myself.'

       'So you could beat the crap out of me? You think that?'

       'I just told you I can defend myself? I know how to.'

       'Against this? I said pulling a hand gun out of my pocket but not pointing it at her but just looking at it myself.

       'What the? What the hell is that about?'

       'Do you think you're stronger than say like a bullet in one of those luscious tits of yours? Or how about one in the cunt?'

       'Stop it. Stop. Just stop it. Enough of this. This is getting serious and out of hand and for what I did you don't have the right. Don't talk to me like that.'

       'And I'm telling you this gun here gives me the right so it might be a good idea if you got down on your fucking knees now.' Then I pointed the gun at her head and then at her tit where her heart was.

       'OK. OK. Alright. Just don't shoot me. Don't hurt me. I'll do what you say.'

       'Now you're getting smart at last. Get down.'

       It took every ounce of her mental ability to overcome her resistance to obeying me but slowly she sank to her knees. I walked around behind her and her head and shoulders swiveled to be able to keep on watching me.

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       'Look forward and put your hands to the back of your head.' I ordered her.

       'No. Why? I don't want to. What do you want? Why?'

       'Just do what you're fucking told. Keep it up and I'll just shoot you. So shut the fuck up and do what you're told.'

       Again it was only by overcoming great resistance within herself that she complied. I moved behind her staring directly as her well rounded sweet ass. I could just feel my cock between those cheeks and it had to be soon. My boner was starting to rage.

       After what must have seemed like forever for her but was actually two minutes I stepped forward and placed my foot to her upper back and shoved her forward so she flopped fully face down in the sand. It didn't hurt but it sure pissed her off.

       'What? What are you doing? What do you think you're doing? Leave me alone. Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me.'

       'You answer me something.' I said to her.

       'What? What is it?'

       'If I wanna stick my dick in that sweet, that ripe, ass of yours, what're you gonna do about it?'

       'Please. No. All I can tell you is you better not try. You'd better not.'

       'Because? Because what?'

       'Because you'll be sorry. That's all I will tell you.'

       What did she know that I didn't? I have to say she did look strong, like really fit and I had little doubt in a hand to hand, even fight, she'd probably clean my clock when what I wanted her to do was clean my cock by sucking it. It wasn't a stand off, not by any stretch of the imagination but I did have to be careful since again I had little doubt either that if she got the upper hand she'd most likely kill me. Boot my balls to mush, cut my pecker off and feed me all of it before she killed me.

       I could control her by keeping my distance with the gun pointed at her but if I got in close that's where the real danger lay yet how was I gonna fuck her if I wasn't in close to her?

       I decided I couldn't risk it alone so I got on my cell phone and called my rape buddy, Brad.

       He answered on the tenth ring. I was beginning to fear he wasn't available. But he did answer.

       'Hey, Brad, Brad what're you doing now? Where are you?'

       He answered me, 'At the Crossroads doin' a little work.'

       Crossroads was a shopping mall about twenty minutes away.

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       'Oh good, you're not too far away. I huh, I got one. A really fucking sweet one. Bring the stuff and get over here.'

       'At your beach house?'

       'Yeah. You got it. The beach property. How soon can you be here?'

       'Is she really worth it?'

       'Like one thousand percent. She's a fucking fashion model and a knock out. Just the kind of tits you love and a really sweet ass.'

       'Alright mate, give me twenty. See you then.' And he disconnected.

       'What? What do you think you're doing?' She demanded to know.

       'What I did is call a buddy. A good friend of mine and I gotta tell you he's going to love it when he sees you. You're exactly the kind of cunt he loves to fuck. To mess with and fuck.'

       'I'm.. I'm not going to wait for him to get here. I'm going.' And she started to get up.

       'Then you'll be going with a bullet in your leg, at least to start and if that doesn't stop you I'll put one in your twat. And if that doesn't work I'll kill you. You really want that?'

       'You miserable bastard. You have no right. You won't get away with this.'

       'Yeah, yeah in fact I will, now lay the fuck back down.'

       It was the last thing in the world she wanted to do but she didn't want to be shoot up either so down she went and we waited.

       Brad was a little better than his word. He got there in less than fifteen minutes. I guess a thousand percent really motivated him as he came down the board walk to the beach and around the big rock I had jumped out from to nab her in the first place.

       He started, 'So mate. - Jesus fucking Christ, this is her? Isn't she a beauty. You were right. - Hey bitch, look at me.' He ordered her.

       Brad had his handgun out too and his, actually our shared, brief-case rape-kit in hand.

       She looked up at him from where her face had been in the sand and Brad told her, 'OK, so it can be easy or it can be hard but get one thing straight, we're gonna fuck you. A bitch that looks like you we're gonna fuck you good and hard. So what have you got to say about it?'

       'You.. you bastard. Both of you are bastards and you won't get away with it.'

       'We won't get away with it? Why?'

       'Because.. Because I know who you are. I know what you look like and I'll tell the cops everything.'

       'Oh is that so?' Brad replied. 'Then I guess we'll just have to kill you then.'

       Finally she wasn't so strong, so self assured and all of the natural arrogance had gone into hiding.

       'Huh, no. Please, no. What? Why? I haven't done anything to you. I didn't do anything to him either so just let me go. Just let me go now.'

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       'So I'm, we're, not going to do that but what I am going to do is put some handcuffs on you.' He said kneeling down to open the rape kit and he fished out a pair of police issue quality cuffs.

       'No. No, you're not. I won't let you. No.'

       'Jim give her a little persuasion.' Brad told me.

       Then it wasn't so dangerous for me to get in close to her, so I got right over her head and twisted it to the side by pulling on her long hair.

       'Stop it. Stop. Ow. Ow. You're hurting me. Stop it.'

       I had the barrel of my gun pressed to her forehead while Brad gripped onto one of her wrists and twisted her arm behind her back and snapped on one side of the cuffs. She tried to further resist him but when I jammed my gun to her teeth she stopped and in no time Brad had her other wrist cuffed behind her back. That was an absolute milestone for our progress with controlling her.

       'Thanks Brad. Jesus that was sweet. Well done, just like a professional.' I said, which I guess the two of us were fast becoming as a team since this bitch would be our number eight. Seven former vics before her.

       'Not to worry mate. What now?'

       'Huh, give me five minutes with her. Let's get her up and if you would just sit back and watch.'

       'You got an issue with her? She give you a lot of lip and talk back or just act like the arrogant cunt that she looks like?'

       'Yeah, all of them but mostly the last, so let's get her up.'

       Brad took hold of her arm under the arm pit on one side and me on the other and we hoisted her to her feet. He then stepped back about fifteen feet to watch me have it out with her and to watch me like start to assault her.

       I strutted around to stand face to face with her and her eyes blazed with anger and hatred.

       She muttered, 'You better not. You'll pay for this. You better not.'

       'I better not what? Oops, better not this?' I said flipping the spaghetti strap of her bikini top off of one shoulder.

       'Stop it. Don't.'

       'Better not what? Huh? Or this?' I did the other strap.'

       She knew any moment her generous breasts were gonna be exposed.

       'You bastard. I hate you. You bastard.'

       'Yeah I bet you do and you'd just love to kill me but I'll tell you what, I want you to tell me to pull your top down so we can see your tits. That's what I want you to do.'

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       'I.. I.. will not. You're crazy. I will not.'

       'If you don't that's just fine but then I'm gonna shove this gun into your vagina and pull the trigger. You really want your pussy blown apart?'

       'You despicable bastard, you have no right.'

       'I thought we covered that already. My gun and now his gun, they give me and they give us the right, so what's it gonna be. Bare tits or a shot up vagina?'

       Her mouth began to tremble and her chin quiver as she absolutely forced tears not to show in her eyes but she didn't say anymore.

       'So what? What's it gonna be?' I barked at her louder.

       'OK. OK, of course I don't want you to shoot me so take down my top.'

       'Excellent. Primo. Smart. Now you're getting it. So let's see what we have here?' I said taking hold of where the straps were sewn to the top of the bra cups and pulling down on them. I tugged on down until it was done. There her bare breasts hung out in front of us, like for the whole world to see.

       'Jesus, Jesus fucking Christ, are you built. Fucking fantastic. - Shit Brad, what do you think of her?'

       'I gotta hand it to you, she's the best yet. Absolutely fucking prime. You, huh, you got some kind of lesson to teach her?'

       Brad knew me so well because indeed I did.

       'So you were pretty mouthy with me. Y'know I can't stand a bitch, an arrogant cunt, who talks back to me and you sure as hell did, so I think you've got this coming.' I said as I clenched up my fist and swung it around to smash into the side of her bare breast. That sent her reeling to the side but then Brad was there to catch her which he did and getting his arms wrapped around her he propelled her, threw her, right back at me where I smashed her another blow to the breast. This time she went down on her knees and finally flopped forward her face in the sand. Now Brad was right behind her ass so he gripped her bikini bottoms and yanked them all the way down the backs of her legs to her knees.

       He didn't even wait.

       He couldn't.

       He shot his hand into her vagina from behind and gripped onto her like he was going to crush her labia lips with his vice like fingers.

       She shrieked out, 'Stop it. Let go. You're hurting me. Ow. Ow. Let go. You bastard, you fucking bastard, let go.'

       'I guess I can do that.' Brad said. 'But you' better watch who you call a bastard especially a fucking one because that's exactly what I intent to do to you right now. - You good with that mate?'

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       'She's all yours. Fucking fuck her. Fuck the fucking cunt out of her.' I egged him on.

       Brad twisted her around until she was flat on her back and he stood over her. I had gotten close and pointed my gun at her head to tell her, 'You got it coming so take it, take his cock or take a bullet in the head.'

       It took him about a minute to strip naked and his cock was at full attention. I was naked about a half minute later with my cock saluting her also.

       She looked at me and the gun in my hand aimed at her forehead while Brad dropped down to sit on her legs. The he placed his hands to her belly and slid them down into her crotch. She tried to buck her ass up to launch him off of her but he was too heavy and too strong. He reached forward to grip onto her breast and pinch at her nipple.

       She kept on trying to swing her head up like to head-butt him so Brad hit her a good slug to the side of her face. It stunned her but did not knock her out and it did settle her down a bit.

       She began to mumble and her words were sort of jumbled as Brad got his fingers to prying into her vagina.

       'God, Jesus what a fucking sweet cunt. Shit Jim, mate, you really out did yourself this time. I really should let you go first since she's so sweet but we did have a deal right?'

       'No sweat. No problem. I just love watching you. I did the last one first and as you said we had, have, a deal that you do the next one first and so here she is. Fucking fuck the cunt out of her but let me hit her tits a couple of times more before you get started.'

       'Abso-fucking-lutely. Go to it.' He encouraged me.

       Now with him sitting on her legs just above the knees and his hand gripped into her vagina she still managed to look at me and plead, 'No. No more. Please don't. No more.'

       'Fuck you bitch and fuck your tits.' I said as I pulled out really far on her nipple which stretched her breast way out into a cone shape and I slugged her in the side of the tit. I know it hurt because a little bubble of blood squirted out of her nipple.

       'That was nice. That was great. Let's try that again.' I said as I got to the other side of her to repeat the process. Oh yeah, I processed her other tit alright only this time I sort of got too energetic, like got carried away, and pounded, beat, her breast four punches before I stopped.

       Brad was quite impressed and asked me, 'Feel better now?'

       'Oh yeah. That was great. Finish fucking the slut.'

       Which is exactly what he did.

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       He pried her really too wide open and rubbed at the top of her opening to get her clit engorged. Even though she was being brutally raped she could not prevent the blood from flowing into her love nub making it into a bulb. Brad upon seeing, and feeling, her all filled up pulled back to tease her and say, 'What have we here? Huh? This your fucking clit? Huh bitch? You want me to bite it off? Or bite it open?'

       'Stop. For the love of God stop hurting me. Just do it. OK rape me but don't hurt me anymore.'

       'And my buddy, my mate here, you want him to rape you too?'

       'Huh, yes OK. Yes, he can rape me too.'

       'Very nice but good. But one more thing. Tell him, you tell him you want him to rape you in the ass first and then in the cunt. Tell him.'

       'I.. I can't. God I can't say that. No. No, please just regular. He can rape me regular. Nothing else.'

       'Not good enough, bitch.' Brad said as he dropped his face down to get his teeth into her vagina. In not much more than a couple of seconds he had her clit between them and bit into it. Now I gotta say when he looked up it was a really endearing sight, him with her clit blood dripping off of his nose and his lips. Her, she was screaming bloody, ha ha, bloody clitoris murder and was again trying to thrash Brad off of her legs so he belted her where he had just bitten her and it took two more punches to the vagina before she settled right down to be fucked.

       Brad had directed so much pain into her clitoris that she barely seemed to notice as his cock slid inside her. He wiggled his bare ass in just that way for the perfect plunge and arching all of his glute muscles drove into her so hard and so fast he did tear at her cervix. So even though she thought it not possible he did manage to give her more pain than she had already experienced.

       Brad paced himself and kept the fuck going for ten glorious minutes before filling her up with a cup load of hot jizz. He collapsed spent and satiated on her quivering body and finally pulling out said, 'Jesus Mate, what a fuck. What a fine juicy fuck she is. Your turn.'

       He rolled off of her to the side and I went to stand over her.

       I stared right down at her matted bloody bushy twat. She never shaved herself.

       I dropped to my knees and gripping hold of her pubic hair I pulled way up on it, on my handfuls of her bush. Fuck did she howl and she actually cried out, 'Stop pulling my hair.' Now that had to be a new and improved meaning to that plea. I kept one hand filled with her bush, still pulling up really hard and far and drove my fist into the center of her stretched labia lips. It drove her pubic bone down and her tailbone, the bottom of her spine upwards.

       Brad knew what I was up for doing to her.

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       He went to out rape kit and came back with what was known as a five pound rubber mallet. It's actually quite an effective tool or instrument of persuasion or torture and it had a long wooden handle. He handed it off to me and I showed it to her.

       She thrashed her head side to side pleading, 'No. No. God no you can't. No. Don't hit me with that. For the love of God, don't.'

       'I won't hit you then.' I said. 'I'll do this.' And I inserted the wooden handle into her already severely damaged vagina and rammed it hard up against her cervix. I kept it lodged against her vix and lifted her hips up off of the sand by the cunt, let her ass fall back down and rammed the handle even deeper inside of her. There was absolutely no doubt I was tearing her cervix open. She screamed and thrashed and insisted I do no more so I yanked it out and even though it was hard to get a good grip on the bloody handle I pounded into her pubic bone with the black rubber head of the five pound mallet. We both heard her pubic bone cracking and then breaking but it took five hard whacks and her vagina was smashed all up and done for and she passed out.

       Her cunt was so bashed up and full of bone splinters I figured the only good fuck left in her was up the ass. Brad figured correctly she didn't pose much of a threat anymore so he uncuffed her wrists and yanked her arms way above her head and held them there just in case he was wrong. I spread her ankles, pried into he ass cheeks and in a couple of minutes was pounding away in her rectum. Now the real and true beauty of it was she came to, she regained consciousness, as she was being buggered and did she ever try to go wild but between my weigh on top of her and Brad pinning her there was nothing, other than scream and shriek at the top of her lungs, she could do nothing else to prevent me from spunking her too.

       I collapsed on top of her back still up her ass when Brad somewhat surprised me. He had had his gun in hand for awhile and some notion came over him to press the gun into the side of her considerable breast the way it was pushed out to the side by the fairly hard sand and he put a bullet through her tit. In the side and almost out of the nipple as it turned out.

       'Shit, shit man, I didn't see that coming.'

       'Huh, no mate neither did I. I don't know what came over me. I just had to do it.'

       'Here, here give it to me.' I said with an even greater sense of urgency.

       He did.

       And he never figured he shouldn't have as I pressed it to her vagina from behind and shot her in the canal, up through her already shredded  cervix into her womb.

       We looked at each other understanding we were gonna kill her there and then.

       'Let's flip her over.' Brad said.

       And we did.

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       I got my gun too.

       They were both just twenty-two hand guns like a lady's purse gun but that close they were every bit as deadly as a magnum forty-four.

       We both pressed our guns to her pussy and I said, 'On the count of three. One.. Two.. Three.'

       Two bullets whizzed into her pussy and one came out of her belly.

       'Great. Sweet. Now her tits.' I said.

       We each got a tit, pulled it out by the nipple and fired four rounds each through and through.

       Brad knew what was next.

       'You wanna flip a coin?'

       'Yeah. That seems fair. You got one in your pocket.'

       'Huh uh, give me a sec, mate.

       And about a sec was all that she had left to live.

       Brad flipped it and lost the toss so it was my pleasure.

       I pressed the muzzle of my gun to her nipple, right hard into her bud and aimed at the right direction to plug her heart. Brad got to her head and slapped her back and forth quite a few times before she managed to regain some sense of awareness.

       As she looked at me with the greatest, the deepest, of pleading eyes, I told her, 'This is what we do to cunts like you.' And I pulled the trigger.

       And with a little hole in her heart she died.

       Before we buried her in the back forty of my two hundred acre property we cut the one good remaining nipple off of her, had a few drinks, slapped each other on the backs to recite and sing, 'And what demented good boys are we.'

       Good night Brad.

       Good night Jim.

       So long bitch.

       Thanks for the camera. It was expensive.

       And oh, thanks for the nipple.