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.

It's been a month since I abducted, raped, abused and disposed of thirteen year old Jessica Sims. And when I say disposed, it turned out to be a two part process as it seems that pigs don't devour an entire human body, at least not my hogs. In fact when I came home a week later I was presented with a most gruesome sight of which I'll spare you the details of what was left of her young body. Since then I've been on the down low as the investigation in her and her mother's mysterious disappearance grew. As far as know they have no clue where to start looking. But when you kill someone local, especially a pretty girl, trouble is always afoot. I just hoped it wouldn't turn into a national news item, but just one of the thousands of disappearing people.

So the past four weeks have been masturbation only, using photos and panties of victims as motivation. Included in them were panties I nabbed while on my visit to my sister's for Thanksgiving. Freshly worn thongs from the laundry of both my sister and her young teen daughter would fuel some great abuse fantasies.

I can't say that I didn't try for a little fun. I took a long road trip to Tennessee last weekend where Ms. Rebecca had captured our college coed a year ago. I figured by now the hub-bub has settled and the girls have let their guard down. She had shown me the perfect spot to wait for potential victims. I actually had the cutest coed down on the ground convulsing from my taser, but before I could cuff her a group of partiers came out of fucking nowhere and I had to make tracks. And damn, she had some nice tits on her. Oh, the fun I would have had with her before dumping her lifeless body in a ditch somewhere. But instead I was left with panic attacks and the need to get home.

So here I sit on Christmas day alone. I did get a call from my sister. I wonder what my niece would think if she knew I was sniffing her cunt (via panties) while she wished me a merry Christmas and hoped I got what I wanted this year. But since she wasn't here gagged with her legs bound spread eagle I'd have to answer in the negative. And it's not like I've worked many scenarios where she ends up that way.

I suppressed the urge the rub one out using her panties, cause then they're no good anymore, and headed for the shower. I figured I'd give Chad a call later and see if he wants to get drunk. There really wasn't much else to do around these parts.

When I emerged from the shower I got a text from Chad.

'U THERE?'

'YEP'

'CHEK UR PORCH :) :) :)'

My porch? Probably a case of Rolling Rock, or a bottle of JD.

'k'

'Mery Xmas Bud'

'back atcha'

I got myself dressed, ate some breakfast and checked Yahoo sports for any bowl games on the tube. Seeing that there was nothing on until noon I figured to check out some porn on the net. And what goes good with porn? Beer. Nice cold beer. Like beer that's been sitting outside in zero degree weather.

When I opened the front door I was greeted by a large, maybe three foot by three foot, cardboard box with a red bow on top. What the fuck? This wasn't any case of beer. I grabbed the edges and went to slide it into the house, but it wasn't going anywhere.

"Fucking Chad got me that engine block." I said aloud as I smiled.

Then I heard a muffled noise from inside. And since engine blocks don't make noise unless properly installed, something else was up.

I quickly plucked off the bow and opened the top of box. Low and behold, what should I find but a girl, all tied up and gagged with duct tape. And even though she was fully clothed with a small jacket it was obvious that she was freezing.

"Well, what do we have here?"

The shivering girl looked up at me with the typical pleading eyes. I could tell she was trying to assess what sort of person I was, which would directly impact what might happen to her. The thing is, is that I look like your average ordinary guy, not the scary leather studded mutant dungeon master she might have expected. I could almost sense a sigh of relief. But does she know that evil comes in all sorts of disguises? A few weeks ago I watched a movie called The Lovely Bones where a killer of young girls sets up an underground room and manages to lure a young girl down with him. When she came out, she came out in a bag. I'm the type that wanted to see what happened down there. Did he rape her? How did he kill her? Was it quick, or did he take his time such that he could soak up her fear? Did he jack off to her dead body? On her body? They always cut out the good parts. I like to fill in those blanks with my imagination.

In any case, my Christmas of wallowing in self pity just turned into a joyous occasion in a matter of seconds.

"We had better get you inside before you freeze to death."

I pulled out my knife and cut out the front of the box that faced the door. I could see now that Chad had zip tied her wrists and her ankles and then to each other. I cut the plastic tie between the two and helped her to her feet. Her hands were freezing. Another hour or two outside and her fingers would have snapped off like icicles.

She had a hard time standing as she must have been in this cramped position for a long while. I moved behind her.

"Inside. Let's go. C'mon, move."

I knew she couldn't move because her ankles we so closely tied. She took one tiny shuffle step. This was going nowhere. I gave her a huge shove.

With her ankles tied and hands behind her back, there was nothing she could do to either stop the fall or brace her landing. All she could do was try to turn her head to the side as she fell. She pitched forward and her face was introduced to the wooden floor with a loud smack.

I love starting things out that way.

The girl sported long pink streaked blonde hair. Was that what was in these days? It reminded me a bit of the eighties. I loved the eighties. I grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her like a caveman into the house and face down across the room to the couch. I flipped her over and sat her up on the floor with her back to the couch. The left side of her face was beet red and I no longer sensed that earlier moment of her relief. Her face was pure fear.

"That's better now. It's nice and warm in here. Much better than being outside. Don't ya think?"

She only stared at me. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She was obviously older than Jessica, at least fifteen, maybe as old as seventeen. And while Jessica, my first solo abduction, was only thirteen, age wasn't a concern to me. Ms. Rebecca and I, while she was still alive, abducted girls and women from fifteen to thirty-five.

From what I could tell, she was your average teen age girl with pretty blue eyes. She was dressed plain, nothing preppy or attention drawing. Probably did sports or volunteered at church or something. I figured her chance of being a virgin at 50/50. If she was a virgin, she wouldn't be one for long.

She also had a note pinned to her flannel shirt.

"What do we have here?" I said as I ripped it off of her.

I opened it up and read Chad's cat scratch bad spelling scrawl.

"Merry Xmas Bud. This is my return gift to you."

He was referring of course to my invite to abuse Jessica. And he got his money's worth. There really wasn't much left of her when he was done. This girl seemed relatively untouched so he must have used all his restraint to hold back.

"Her name is Alyssa. Met her online in bdsm chatroom. She licked to roleplay rape, but when I wanted to met her for real she freeked out and blocked me. Fucking fucking underage tease cunt. I shoulda known. Pissed me off so bad. You know how I get. I drove all the way to fucking Colorado to get her. I may have hit her a few times on the way back so shed stopped cussing at me. I may have also busted a nut or 2 in her slut mouth as it was a long drive, but nothing more. Okay, I did pinch her tits cause I just had to. Nice fucking tits. I wanted to bite them real bad.

You can have the pig as long as you want. Text me when your done wit her. And oh, pull the tape off her mouth, she has a message for you and it had better have the word fucktoy in it.

Love you man,

Chad"

I looked over Alyssa. I never thought a girl so young had rape fantasies. That's so fucking cool. Maybe in the future she'd be like Ms. Rebecca and play out her fantasies. But I'll bet she never dreamed it was going to happen now, for real, and she that had no control over what was going to happen to her.

I knelt down in front of her. I smelt piss. She had obviously wet herself over the long ride. Didn't matter. Her pants would be off of her shortly.

"My buddy Chad, who was thoughtful enough to get me such a wonderful Christmas gift as yourself says the you have a message for me. But before I remove the tape I'm going to give you some advice."

I lifted her chin so that she looked me in the eye.

"Many girls have unwilling been in this house and many of them never left alive. The one thing that pisses me off the most is when they plead. 'Please, I'll never tell' they say. I don't want to hear that, ever. So, in essence, a good way to die would be to plead for your life. The rest you'll have to figure out on your own. And oh, you may not want to curse me out either."

I reached out and pulled at the corner of the duct tape. When I finally got a good enough grip I yanked it off. I could tell she wanted to scream, but she didn't.

"So, are you going to talk?"

She swallowed hard, hating what she had to say.

"My name is Alyssa. I live in Colorado. I'm sixteen years old and a, a, a virgin." She closed her eyes and continued, "Chad has given me to you to be your, your…fff…"

I motioned her to finish the sentence.

"Your fu…" tears were now streaming down her face.

"My what?" I exclaimed, "My funny valentine?"

She took a short staggered breath, "Your f-fucktoy" and then broke down.

I let them flow for a few.

I smiled gently and held her chin up. "Such a pretty girl. See, that wasn't so hard. But I do want to make one correction on your statement."

I grinned. "You were right about the part where you're my fucktoy, but you don't live in Colorado anymore. You live here now. How about I show you around your new home?"

I knew just where to start.

I stood and grabbed her by her hair and lifted her up until she stood. I took the duct tape that had been covering her mouth and taped over her eyes.

"I thought I'd surprise you." I spoke in her ear. "You like surprises, don't you? I'll be right back so don't move," I put my fingers on her lips, "and don't say a word."

With that I headed to the play room. Ms. Rebecca set it up years ago and though I wouldn't consider it a torture chamber by any means, there were some useful items inside. Painted all black it was pretty much empty except for a small adjustable cushioned roller table, a dresser loaded with all sorts of goodies, mostly bondage apparatuses and lotions. There was also a large hook on the ceiling and a crank on the wall.

Then, as they say in these parts, I red-up a few things and went back for my girl. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.

As expected, she was standing right where I left her. As I walked towards her she cringed as I could only imagine what was going through her mind. She might have played fun role play rape games on the computer, but pretty sure they didn't include my games.

I figured it would be easier to carry her than have her hop along, although I do so like the face-plants. When I threw her over my shoulder I immediately got the whiff of her stale piss. Her whole body was shaking though I couldn't tell if it was because of fright or that she was still thawing out.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

I brought her into the play room and stood her right in the center, below the ceiling hook.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" And the main reason I blindfolded her was not totally for her surprise, but to make it simple to put the noose around her neck.

Standing behind her, I slipped the pre-tied noose over her head, quickly sliding the knot tight to her neck. She instantly knew what was happening and quickly burst out with a sobbing objection, but before her third syllable was uttered I had already stepped to the wall and cranked the wheel a few notches. The rope, which was threaded over the hook in the ceiling, drew tight around her neck. She tried to scream, but it came out only as loud croak, and while she was hardly strangling, she had to stand on her toes to keep her windpipe clear.

I moved in front of her and pulled the tape from her eyes.

"Surprise!"

And though she couldn't talk, her eyes asked one pleading question, 'Why?'

I walked to the dresser and opened a drawer and rooted around until I found what I was looking for, a handheld wire clipper. As I walked back to Alyssa I could see her eyes darting back and forth from me to the clippers. I held them up so she could see.

"Wonderful little things. Good for all sorts of, umm, stuff."

I stepped behind her. Her breath quickened, short and staggered. I looked down and could see a new dark pee stain moving down her leg. I think for the first time she truly regretted clicking into that bdsm chat room.

I clipped the zip ties that held her still very cold hands. A small sense of relief seemed to flow through her. She immediately brought her hands to her neck to try to adjust the noose.

"Make yourself comfortable, but don't bother with the knot. It ain't going nowheres."

I moved to face her as I let her struggle for a few until she relaxed and was just massaging her wrists, hands and fingers back to life.

"Feels good to have them free, doesn't it?"

I looked over my prize, which was unfortunately still clothed in jacket, shirt and pee stained jeans.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

I moved around back of her and took hold of her jacket and began to take it off of her. She held her hands firmly in front of her.

"Unless you'd like me to crank the rope a few notches higher, I'd suggest you cooperate."

With that she dropped her hands and I removed her jacket. Beneath that, she certainly wasn't dressed to impress, with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over some other print shirt. She obviously valued comfort and there's nothing wrong with that. I remove her flannel shirt and tossed it in the corner.

"Guess I'm gonna have to use the scissors for this last one. I hope it wasn't one of your favorites."

She only swallowed hard and tried to adjust her position. I could tell her feet were getting tired of standing on her toes as well as trying to keep her balance.

I cut off her shirt and left her standing in her bra, which in turn dropped to the floor revealing your typical teen tits. At first she tried to cover them with her hands, but must have noticed my look of disapproval and just as quickly her arms dropped to her sides.

Nice size and shape, cute slightly puffy nips. I don't know what idiot coined the term 'more than a mouthful is a waste.' But there was no waste here, just some great tits that were still immune to the effects of gravity. There was also some obvious purple bruising around each nipple. Chad. Dude just couldn't keep his hands off of them. No bite marks though. I gave each a nice firm squeeze.

And what was this? A belly button piercing? Cute. I wondered how much it would hurt if it was ripped out?

I stepped behind her once again and forced her hands behind her back, cuffing them with some nice tight padded cuffs. I then knelt down and clipped the zip ties on her ankles. I united her Batman sneakers. I don't know what it is with kids and superheroes, first Jessica's Superman panties, now batman sneakers. I took off her socks, then pants, leaving her standing there in only her panty boyshorts. Again cute, but I was hoping for some thong action. And while I'd love to add another pair of panties to my collection, pee stained ones just don't cut it. They'll end up in the burning bin. Now that's a shame.

I stood and took off all my clothes. My cock, which I had failed to give any attention to thus far, achieved complete stiffness. I stroked myself as I slowly walked around her, admiring her curvy figure. The great thing about cuffing the wrists behind the back is that it thrusts their chest out and my girl Alyssa was no exception. Those tits were at attention.

I pulled in behind, wrapped my arms around her to once again fondle those sweet boobs of hers. My cock gently humped her from behind. All the while she struggled to keep her balance and lift to keep the pressure of the noose off her neck.

With my thumb and forefingers I pinched her nipples as hard as I could. Her body jerked and she let out a small raspy cry. It almost made me cum. I just had to go to the dresser and grab some nipple clips. Not the big paper clamps I used on Jessica, but standard nipple clips to give her a good pinch.

She tried to protest, but it's difficult to talk with a noose tight around your neck. And although they are small, those clips sting like a son of a bitch. As I clipped them on each of her nipples. Her eyes rolled back as they bit in and she jerked, standing up as high on her tiptoes as she could as she cried out. Her hands clenched as she came to terms with the biting pain.

I kissed down her back and over her tied hands. Her boyshorts, which are not to be confused with boxers, hugged tight to her nice bubble butt. I slide them down her thighs until they dropped to the floor. Instead of moving around her, I turned her around to face me.

Now many people find shaved twats sexy fucking hot, and to me pussy is pussy. But a shaved cunt has no personality. And who the fuck was she shaving for? Is that just the thing to do now for teens? I like to see a little hair, a landing strip or a little downy thatching like my girl Jessica, but what we got here is your plain camel toe.

"Now before we continue I have a question or two for you. And don't lie because that would be bad."

I could tell her toes were starting to ache and she'd occasionally let them down for a moment. She'd then gag and push herself back up.

"Did Chad fuck you?"

She shook her head best she could.

"Did he put his cock in your mouth?"

She nodded.

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

Hesitation, then nod.

"Did you like it?"

More hesitation, then with my prodding, she shook her head.

"Heh, that's too bad. Turns out you might end up with a steady diet of cum."

Her toes were giving out on her and her breathing was suffering, not that I minded. At times she'd lift a leg to massage her opposite calf and then back down before she lost balance.

"Forgive me. Let me help you out there."

I left the room for a moment and came back with two small wooden boxes, maybe six inches high. I pushed them together and towards her feet. She immediately stepped on them, releasing all pressure on her neck.

"Now before you thank me and say something stupid, I'll advise you to only answer when I ask something."

What I did then was to slowly move the boxes away from each other so that she had to spread her legs to continue to stand on them. I stopped when they were about 2 feet apart. The noose had tightened again, but not so much that she had to tiptoe to breathe.

"Now isn't that better? Now we can get you all cleaned up. Can't have you stinking of piss now, can we?"

I went to the bathroom and soaped up a wet washrag. I came back and washed off her pussy and legs. The warm wet washcloth was probably the last nice thing she'll feel, maybe ever. I dried her off.

"Now let's check out what's under the hood."

I got down on one knee, and with her legs apart as such there was nothing to prevent me from digging in. I played with her lips, pulling them apart, looking for her clit. I went in for a taste, which is always lovely. In my position I could look up between her tits and see her face, which at the moment seemed focused on keeping her balance. Above her I could see the rope rising to the ceiling and over the hook.

How fucking awesome would it be to knock the boxes out and lick her cunt while she was hanging?

I finally stood before her.

"You know they say it's an urban myth that woman orgasm during rape. I've never seen it happen with all those that I've raped. But they never harbored rape fantasies. Or maybe I never bothered to notice. I want to try something. You game?"

I went over to the dresser and found some playtime lotion, the kind that heats up. I opened the jar and put a large dollop on my fingers. I came back and immediately began working the goop into her pussy.

"Now in a few seconds…" But before I could even finish my sentence she started moving. The heat obviously started to kick in. I worked my fingers in deeper and deeper.

"Are you sure you're a virgin? I'm not feeling anything stopping me here."

I started kissing her tits while I massaged her pussy, until I finally got a response. I mean, how could she not respond to the wet heat and relentless massaging.

Now I've done some reading on the subject of rape victims and orgasms. I was shocked to find that it wasn't that uncommon for a rape victim to have an orgasm. But it shouldn't be confused with thinking that she was 'into it", because they aren't. Most are embarrassed and confused that they orgasm. Guilt sets in. But it is because the situation is extreme and their bodies are highly sensitive to begin with, an unconscious natural reaction to the stimulation.

I'm pretty sure that I'd never have been able to get thirteen year old Jessica to cum because she didn't seem highly sexually developed. Not that I couldn't have tried. But sixteen year old Alyssa here, with her online rape play leads me to believe that she has a high libido and masturbates quite often. And Alyssa's body was already reacting as I had hoped.

"That's a good girl. Just go with it."

I think she was actually going to orgasm. It reminded of the time we hung that young mother. She was strapped up exactly as young Alyssa here, excect it wasn't her that was near an orgasm, it was my lover. Ms. Rebecca and I fucked missionary just below her and just when she was cumming she kicked out the box beneath the young woman. I had never seen a woman cum as hard as Rebecca did. I could see the reflection of the jerking and kicking victim above us. Her orgasms continued even after the only motion from above was a slow swaying. In my on top position I never did get a good view of her hanging to death.

I started finger fucking my teenage victim deeply as I felt her nearing some sort of an orgasm. You could hear the sloppy slapping of my hand against her. Then she started to cum. As much as I'm sure she was embarrassed, she was unable to stop it. She rode my fingers for a few seconds until I pulled them out and stood back. Her body was still jerking from orgasm, her legs involuntarily trying to squeeze together to continue the friction.

That's when I kicked out the boxes.

She let out a groan that was quickly silenced despite the fact that her mouth remained open. Immediately she began kicking and thrashing. It was a sight to behold as I stroked myself. I wanted to cum, but she would have been dead by then as she was already fading. I really did want to see her final kicks, but not yet. Too much fun left to have. Maybe tomorrow.

I stepped over to the crank and hit the release. My naked semi-conscious teenager crashed to the floor in a heap.

Before she could recover I re-cuffed her ankles and moved her wrist cuffs to her front. I took the noose off her neck (such lovely rope marks on her neck), and attached a 'S' hook to the end of the noose. I then hooked the other end of the 'S' through both sets of cuff chains. I walked to the wall crank and started turning, lifting the girl up by all fours. When she was high enough I pulled the cushioned table beneath her. Then I lowered her slightly so that her back rested on the cushion and her ass just off one end.

I stepped right in and buried my cock to the hilt into her very wet and sloppy virgin pussy. It was a beautiful thing, her hairless lips stretched to accept me, so warm and gripping. I started slow, with long strokes, pulling completely out before plunging all the way back in. I then sped up, faster and faster, major slapping going on as I gripped her hips and gave her all I was worth. Her clipped tits bounced wildly as I continued my assault. She was starting to come around again and began to emit small cries and strange moans.

"Not quite the first time fuck you dreamed of, eh?"

I kissed her shins and ankles, which were on either side of my face. I felt my load coming quickly. But I felt bad of not having offered my guest anything to eat since she's been here.

I reluctantly pulled out and pushed her ass onto the table so that her head was forced off the opposite end. Her long pink streaked hair hung almost to the floor. I walked around to that side of the table. I stepped up to her face to get an upside down blowjob from her.

"Open up"

When she didn't I smacked her cheek.

"Open up!"

I smacked her hard and she complied.

It's a little awkward to get sucked like that, with my balls smacking against her nose and her tongue on the top side of my cock. But her tits were right there for gripping, and since I was about to bust, all systems were go.

"Merry Christmas to me," I thought as my load of cum shot up from my sack, through my cock and into her mouth.

I let my cock shrink inside her mouth before pulling out. She immediately tipped her head to the side and gagged. A stream of cum leaked from the side of her mouth and down to the floor.

With a long contented sigh I stepped back to once again take a look at my prize. Hanging by all fours it was like she was a slab of teenage fuckmeat.

An endless stream of questions flooded my mind. How long would I keep her? What sort of fun things would we do? Would I snuff her in the end, and if so, how?

Then suddenly out of nowhere a soft guttural whisper. "Fuck you."

Did I really hear that?

"Did you say something?"

"I said fuck you."

Well, it looked like I had a spunky one here.

"Just hang me, or strangle me, or shoot me, but just do it you coward."

I thought for a moment before replying.

"I give you credit for having some balls, girl. But I was never one for attitude, especially from some teen slut like yourself. You know, there are worse things than death."

I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a flat wooden paddle, and then back behind her.

She was halfway through another derogatory comment when the first smack stung her ass. She shrieked in surprise and pain. I smacked her good, about six or seven times on her ass and exposed thighs, leaving her a crying unintelligible mess.

"Now it's time to work on your manners. I'm going to leave you here alone for a few hours. That's right, alone."

With that I removed the 'S' hook and stood her up.

"And all I'm going to have you do is stand in the closet."

I moved her across the room to the closet. Of course this wasn't an ordinary closet. It was quite tiny, only about two foot square, just enough room to stand in. Totally empty. I shoved her in. I leaned into her and whispered in her ear.

"Now when I get back, I'll give you the option of apologizing to me, or if you choose, stay in the closet a half hour longer and then be freed. My bet is on the apology. But hey, how hard is it to stand for a few hours. People do it every day at work."

I kissed the ligature marks on her neck and then closed and locked the door.

"Nothing to it." I yelled through the door.

But I knew that in an hour, if not much sooner, the pressure of standing in one single spot without moving would become unbearable. Not long after that it would become excruciatingly painful. Complete darkness wouldn't help matters for her.

Yes, I'd get my apology and better than that, the thought of going back in the closet would strike fear into her. The perfect tool to build a slave with. I had never thought of having a sex slave. I really knew nothing about it but maybe we can chalk this up as a learning experience. What to do and not to do. If I got tired of it I could always drown her in the tub or something fun like that.

I got dressed and cleaned things up including the usual clothes burning. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a six pack from the fridge and headed over to Chad's to share my newly invigorated Christmas spirit. Before I left though I snuck into the play room to listen. No cries of pain yet, as I expected, but definite shifting of weight.

Chad and I had a nice talk. He told me all about their little online affair. Her idea of rapeplay was to have him pretend to break in to her bedroom one night. He'd hold his hand over her mouth while he forced her pajama bottoms down and then rape her. She had even gone on webcam and showed him her tits and hairless twat. When he suggested more deviant attacks, especially coming to visit and play it out in a motel room, she freaked out. She called him all sort of things as he got more and more descriptive in his messages to her. She finally blocked him and then deleted her account altogether. But she had already told him her real name and town. It wasn't hard to track her down. After traveling the long distance to her town he just waited until her parents had left the house and then used the Christmas present on the porch routine to lure her out from the safety of her warm home. Being an ex-prison guard, it wasn't hard to subdue her. Landing on her with all his weight knocked the breath out of her. He had thought of raping and killing her on the way back, but then thought of me and how I'd been so down. So he kept her for me, and like the note said, he did pull her out of the car a few times, forced her to her knees and had her blow him. It kinda sucked having to obey the speed limits but fuck, it was worth it.

I promised him I'd drop her off with him for a few hours of play.

For along while we talked bdsm, rape, murder and college football. He thought it'd be funny if I marked her. I had to agree.

When I got home a few hours and many beers later I went straight for the old barn. There I finally found what I was looking for. I made my way into the kitchen and lit the gas burner. I placed the cattle branding iron over the flames to heat up. Then I went to check on the patient.

When I went into the room I could hear her. All that as left was a throaty cry of utter despair. When I tapped on the door she started hysterically screaming, pleading for me to let her out. I unlocked the door and pulled her out. She immediately dropped to the floor in a sobbing heap.

Even after giving her some water it took a good five minutes to get a response from her. As expected she chose the apology. The closet worked better than expected.

I placed the ball gag in her mouth.

"This is just top prevent you from saying anything else stupid."

I grabbed her by the wrist cuffs and dragged her to my bedroom. I tossed her on the bed face down and locked her wrist cuffs to the center of the headboard. Her ass and thighs were still beet red from the paddling.

I went to the closet and pulled out a thick bamboo pole, about four inches in diameter and three feet long. I slide it under her waist. I uncuffed her ankles, and then using my weight on her, I bent her knee back and out so I could attach her ankle the pole so that when I was done her legs were spread. Uncomfortable for sure, but I couldn't really have her thrashing about, at least not when she sees what I'm about to do to her. I re-cuffed her hands to the pole about the same spot her ankles were attached so she was now completely immobile.

I turned her chin so that she faced me. Her expression was now just a mix of fear and confusion.

"Your name is no longer Alyssa. It is 'T'. Just plain 'T', like the letter. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"You belong to me 'T'. I will do whatever I want to you, and you will take it. You will never talk back and will always refer to me as Sir."

For some reason I laugh whenever I hear the word 'master'.

"Now, should you ever forget your name, I'm going to give you a permanent reminder."

Upon saying that I left the room and went to the kitchen. I grabbed the branding iron off the flame. The letter 'T' glow a bright orange. Oh, this was going to be good.

When I returned to the room she immediately saw the iron and starting screaming in her gag. She tried to struggle, but it was unable to move.

I stepped to the bed and position the iron over her ass cheek. I could feel my cock getting rock hard in my pants.

"Just a few moments of pain, but a lifetime of memories."

She plead-screamed one last time before I gently pressed the iron onto her left ass cheek. Her whole body stiffened as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Her scream reminded me of Jessica's, when I clamped the black paper binder clips on her little breasts.

I held the iron on her for only a second or two, but it did it's job. I perfect letter 'T' burnt into her ass cheek.

T screamed and cried non-stop. I can't remember when I was more excited.

I walked to the dresser and grabbed a small tube of lube. I stripped off my clothes and returned to the bed. I took a small dab on my finger and stuck it up her ass. I climbed on the bed and between her knees. I stroked myself as I watched her body quiver and tense. Again I had to smile at the revelation that I could do anything, absolutely anything I wanted to this girl. But right now, I was going to give her ass a good fucking.

She had no defense to the pressure my cock placed on her little hole. I worked it in slow, savoring the grunts of displeasure. I could sense her fear as I worked it in to the first stop. The stop where she will think she's going to split in half if you goes any further. And then the muscle finally gives way. I took a deep breath as the warm tight heat surrounded my cock as it plunged deep into her. She gasped. I could feel the heat of her ass beating when my hips touched hers. I fucked her good and hard, just like any fucktoy you have no regard for, taking enjoyment in the wondrous new sounds I never knew a human could make. Again and again I slapped into her before cumming hard.

I un-cuffed her ankle from the pole and cuffed them to the left and right bed posts. Her wrists I returned to the center of the headboard. I removed the pole and put it away. I took the ball gag from her mouth and waited for her to say something.

Nothing.

So I spoke. "I think you're learning like a good girl. Why don't you rest now?"

I did get some antiseptic and cleaned up her brand. The last thing I wanted was an ugly infected mess.

I left T on the bed and left the room. I could hear her softly sobbing for a while, then nothing as sleep came quickly. I'm sure she hoped to wake and realize it was all a nightmare.

I went about my business the rest of the day, all the while thinking of what I was going to do with her. The questions are never ending. How long could I keep her? What more could I do with her? How would I keep her? I'm not a particularly motivated individual, and the thought of the work involved to keep her secure, not to mention fed and other obvious body functions. Maybe I'd just kill her in the morning.

Then again, I'd like to see how Chad and his friends operate.

So I figured I'd fuck her once more tonight, take her to the bathroom, and lock her to the floor ring in the guest room for the night. I just need to find that really good slave collar.

The thing is, is that I still don't know what I am. Am I just a rapist? A serial killer? A slave master? Or something muddled in between. I like the power. I like the sex. I like the death. It's all good fun. And as mixed up as I am, for the first time in a long while, I'm looking forward to the future.