I had been planning it for months. I set up everything I needed in my basement; ceiling restraints, soundproofing, a bed with a modified frame with built-in handcuffs, and about a dozen or so tools that included saws, knives, a power drill, and a blow torch. I had even ordered a bottle of chloroform from a friend of mine, he knew better than to ask why. After I finished carefully devising a plan, taking anything I could think of into consideration, I turned my focus to finding a target. It didn’t matter who she was, so long as she was hot and full of herself.
After only a week or so of looking, I found the perfect girl. I had decided to go to a rave with some old college buddies of mine which is where I found her. I wasn’t even thinking about a victim, I was just wanted to have some fun, but the funny thing about life is you never know when such a fortuitous opportunity is going to present itself. We hadn’t been there too long, I hadn’t even had a hit of X yet, when I saw her. She was absolutely beautiful: I’d say 5’5” 110 pounds, give or take, shoulder-length blonde hair, a perfect hourglass figure, and an ass that would give Beyonce a run for her money. She was wearing a red satin like tube top, low cut hip-hugger jeans, and was obviously X’ed out of her skull. I couldn’t get a good look at her face in the cyclone lights of the rave but judging by the way the guy she was dancing with acted, I could safely assume she was hot.
I spent the entire evening watching her bump and grind on various guys only to tell them to get lost when they tried to close; on top of everything she was a tease, perfect. I had even decided to stay sober so I could be on top of my wits. From watching her I could tell that she was with 2 other friends, who were also fucked up and both girls. After a little contemplating, I decided to put my plan into action right then and there. I went out to my car, grabbed the chloroform and a rag, and told my friends they needed to find their own ride home.
At about 2:30 in the morning, I saw her leave the rave alone. I slipped out the door and followed her. It didn’t take long for me to find her throwing up on the side of the barn that the rave was in. We were on a deserted dairy farm 10 miles south of civilization and it was pitch black as far as the eye could see with the exception of the scattered light that escaped through holes in the ages old barn. With all the pieces in place, I made my move. I uncapped the chloroform and dumped a liberal amount on the rag. Running towards her, knockout cloth in hand, she heard me and turned around but in her stupor she was helpless to stop me from clamping the cloth over her nose and mouth and holding her in place until her body went limp.
Adrenaline pumping, I made my way back to my car, ice in my veins, fighting desperately against the urge to drop my pants and start whacking off at the sheer notion of what I was about to do. After what seemed like hours (it was only a minute or two in reality) I arrived at my car. I got in, started it, and creeped back to the barn with my lights off. I got there and made out her figure still lying face down on the ground. I walked towards her and yelled “You OK?” so I could feign being a concerned passer-by in case she had awoken. Finding her still out cold I grabbed a black sheet from my trunk, wrapped her in it, tossed her into my back seat and sped off.
The drive home was the most strenuous 30 minutes of my life. It was a Friday night and the area was infamous for parties and meth labs so it was crawling with cops. I saw at least 6 of them before I even got back to town. The fact that I had the most raging hard on ever and had adrenaline rushing through my veins only exacerbated my paranoia. But I finally turned onto my street, pulled into my garage and closed the door behind me; I’d made it.
I carried her down to the basement, padlocking the door behind me in case she somehow escaped, tossed her on the bed in the corner and unwrapped her from the black sheet. That was the first time I really got a good look at her. Her face was, as I expected, exquisite. The tip of her nose curved up slightly in between her flat cheeks which were flushed due to ecstasy and alcohol and even in her unconscious state her lips pouted. She was so pretty I couldn’t help kissing her. Her tits were just as perfect as the rest of her, perky, and soft yet firm. I rolled down her tube top to find bright pink nipples which were in perfect proportion to her C cup breasts. I had wasted enough time, so I quickly undressed her, handcuffed her, and attached the cuffs to the ceiling where she would be forced to stand when she awoke, but I sat her in a chair while she was out.
I hadn’t anticipated how long it would take for her to wake up and I had no way to wake her, so I went rummaging through her purse. It was pretty much typical stuff, makeup, hair spray, a cell phone (which I immediately destroyed in case someone tracked her here), a wallet with 40 dollars, nothing too exciting. Although in the bottom of her purse I found an unexpected treat: a teener of coke. I pocketed it for later and looked for a driver’s license. I found it, in the pocket of her jeans, and found out her name was Karla and she was 17 years old.
After an hour she still wasn’t awake so I pulled up a chair next to hers and examined her naked body. I spread her legs admired her freshly shaven pussy, and upon probing inside, I discovered she was a virgin. I could hardly believe my string of good luck! Here I was, in the safety of my locked, soundproof basement, about to rape and torture a 17 year old virgin who was probably the envy of every girl at her high school. My cock jumped at this, and I concluded that I had waited long enough and started slapping her hard across the face. I hit her again and again until she finally started coming to. The sight of her as her brain processed her situation combined with the bewildered look in her eyes and the blood trickling from her mouth was the most arousing thing I had ever seen.
I smiled vilely at her, “Hello Karla.”
That was all it took to shake her from the woozy, drugged state she was in. Her eyes glared directly at me and she seemed to read every sadistic thought running through my mind at that moment. Her supple lips began to quiver and a single tear ran down her face as her mouth tried desperately to find the correct words to say. Muffled whimpers were all that escaped those beautiful lips but she finally gained her composure and managed to speak to me.
“What are you gonna do to me?”
“Well isn’t it fairly obvious?” I answered bluntly, “I plan to have my way with you.”
Those words didn’t seem to register with her. Maybe she was still high, I didn’t know, nor did I much care. I reached up and pulled the pulley attached to her handcuffs, tightening the slack it gave her until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes. I think it was at that moment that she fully realized the magnitude of the situation.
“…..why?” she managed to mutter.
I grinned with satisfaction at that question. “Why? For such a small word it can be so complicated. People seem to think that it’s answer will bring them satisfaction or closure but they fail to realize that just because you know the reason for something doesn’t change the fact that it happened, or make the pain any more bearable. But since you’re so cute I’ll humor you. The fact of the matter is I’m a sick, sadistic son-of-a-bitch that has a thing for power trips. Also I can’t stand pretentious stuck-up twats that think they’re better than everyone because they were born with nice tits and a cute ass. So as far as I’m concerned you brought this upon yourself.”
By the time I finished tyrading she was staring at the ground sobbing.
“Oh God” she urped between sobs.
I tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes, “God ain’t got nothing on me babe.” I said coldly. I leaned closer to her and started kissing the nape of her neck as she shuddered and trembled. I wrapped my arms around her suspended body and undid my pants, freeing my rock hard cock. I lined it up with her perfect pussy and slowly started to push my dick into her. She yelped and started struggling but a punch across the face put a quick end to that. I stepped away from her for a moment and tilted her head to look at me again.
“Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear. This can be easy, or this can be hard. The good news is you get to choose. If you’re obedient, you’ll survive this ordeal and be back to being a cocktease in no time. But, and look at me because this is fucking important, if you piss me off, they’ll find what’s left of your corpse in the river.”
She started crying again, but she bit her lip and nodded. I moved up to her again and licked the blood from her mouth. I reinserted my dick but stopped when I felt her hymen.
“You had better enjoy this,” I whispered into her ear, “because it’s all downhill from here.”
With that, I shoved my cock into her balls deep, eliciting a shriek of pain from her, which only aroused me more. I fucked her slowly at first, but I soon grabbed her thighs, lifter her off the ground and fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Despite her terror, she started moaning loudly and gyrating her hips. Before too long she arched her back and actually climaxed! You’d think that would piss me off, but I actually didn’t mind her enjoying herself. I meant what I said, after all she was in for a fate worse than death.
I pulled out and dropped her, listening intently to her scream as her entire body weight fell on her suspended wrists. I smirked evilly, stroking my still hard cock as she bounced back into her suspended position. She was panting heavily, still recovering from her first fuck, when I picked up a knife and sliced her right wrist. She came abruptly back to reality and let out another arousing scream as blood started to flow steadily down her arm. I uncuffed her bleeding wrist and put it to my mouth, sucking blood from the wound. The taste was intoxicating. She whimpered and shuddered while I feasted on her blood. I lifted my head from her arm, letting it fall by her side. I grinned at her from ear to ear, blood dripping from my mouth.
“You’re sick” she murmured with a disgusted look on her face.
“Well, yeah.” I agreed with a maniacal laugh.
She then made a huge mistake; she lifted her free arm and slapped me across my face. My reverie abandoned me as I was overcome by rage. I punched her in the face again, and then in the stomach, causing her to vomit the remaining contents of her stomach. I freed her other arm and threw her to the ground. She tried to get up and I kicked her hard. She collapsed and I continued kicking her again and again and again. I kept trying to stop but I had lost it. By the time I was done she was covered with bruises, she was bleeding profusely from the mouth and two fingers on her right hand were badly broken. Her once beautiful face was a shell of its former self, on of her eyes was swollen shut and it looked like her jaw was broken. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed and, to my surprise, she was still conscious if only barely. I bound her legs and her left arm to the frame but I left her right arm free, I had plans for it.
“You had to fight back didn’t you? You couldn’t just stand there and take it like the slut you are. How dare you touch my face! I was going to make your death quick and painless but now that you’ve really pissed me off your last hours are going to be filled with screams and unimaginable agony. And the blood! Oh there will be blood! And by the time I’m done tearing your body apart you’ll be begging and pleading for the cold embrace of death.”
She started wailing uncontrollably at this prospect. I crawled on top of her and she let go of her bladder, urinating all over my legs and dick. I didn’t mind. I just grabbed her free arm and squeezed her wrist, forcing fresh blood from her wound. I held it over her and watched the blood drip on her chest. It was so erotic.
“Please, I’m sorry! Don’t do this! Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone! They’ll find the drugs in my system so they wouldn’t believe me if I did! PLEASE!” her pleading was pathetic.
“Save it, begging is very unbecoming of a lady.” Was my only reply. But her comment about drugs reminded me of something. So I got off her and found my discarded jeans, retrieving the yao I had taken from her. I busted it up on the table and did a pretty good-sized line with a rolled-up 20. She didn’t realize what I was doing until she heard the snorting. I got up and walked back to the bed.
“Pretty good product you got here.” I said tauntingly with a sly smile. She was still crying and hadn’t even moved the perpetrating arm since I’d left her.
“Tell ya what,” I said walking back to the table, “since I’m feeling generous, I’ll even share with you.” I gathered a generous amount on the tip of a knife and brought it over to her.
“I guess you don’t have to if ya don’t want to, I can’t really force you, but it’s the last shred of compassion you’ll see from me so I suggest you accept it.” I held the tip of the knife up to her nose and she greedily snorted it up. In retrospect I really don’t know why I bothered with that last turn of events. Maybe the drugs had already gone to work on me. Or maybe it was just the disposition of drug people to share their contraband with other drug people, especially when you stole it from them, kidnapped and raped them, and planned on mutilating their body while they were still alive. Whatever it was, that’s what I did, and she seemed to appreciate it… right up until I plunged then knife into her stomach, right above the belly button.
She let out the most blood curdling scream yet and pulled the knife out of her stomach with her free hand. I was out of stabbing distance so I didn’t stop her. Besides removing the knife only made the wound bleed more. I took the knife from her, threw it to the ground and plunged my cock deep into her pussy. I fucked her so hard that blood oozed from her belly in synch with my thrusts. I used my hands to smear blood all over her still pristine tits and stomach. Her screaming pushed me over the edge and I felt that familiar feeling in my balls. I pulled out of her pussy and came… and came and came and came, I’d never seen so much cum from one person before. It covered her chest on top of the blood, and a lot of it landed on her face.
I stepped back from the bed to admire my work. She stared at the ceiling and was quiet for the first time in a while. Her face was roughed up from the beating I had given her, as well as covered in my semen. Her hair was a matted and tangled mess, her right arm sat limp at her side, still bleeding. Her perfect breasts were still unharmed, albeit covered in blood and cum, there was no sense in mutilating those, not yet anyways. Her stomach rose and fell gently, and the hole in it had stopped bleeding. Her cunt was a swollen mass of cum, blood and piss. I’m sure most people would find this sight revolting, but to me she looked gorgeous. So gorgeous I took a picture of it. She didn’t seem to care, she was living in the peace granted to her by the drug. That would end soon.
I went over to the table and picked up a cigar cutter. I walked back to her and straddled her chest.
“You’re going to suck my limp dick until it’s hard. Then I’m gonna fuck you again. And if you do ANYTHING I find even the least bit displeasing…” rather than actually say it, I simply clicked the cigar cutter a few times and put it over the pinky of her bound hand.
“Ok, I’ll do whatever you want. Please just stop hurting me!” she took my limp cock with her free hand and put it in her mouth. To my pleasant surprise, she started going at it like a pro. It wasn’t long before she had me moaning and groaning and ready to go. I pulled my now rock hard cock out of her mouth and bound her free hand.
I reached up to take the cigar cutter off her finger, but at that point I decided I was being too nice. The coke was starting to wear off and I was reminded of her slapping me. With renewed anger, I closed the cutter hard, snipping her pinky off like it was nothing. She screamed in horror and fought voraciously against her restraints. That pissed me off even more, so I moved to the next one. The cut hit the bone but didn’t take the finger off, it took a little prying accompanied by another wonderous symphony of screams. She seemed to get the message and stopped struggling. I stared at the two bloody nubs that used to be her fingers and moved in to suck at them greedily. I almost busted my nut right there.
I sat between her legs again and was about to fuck her cunt for all it was worth, but I got a better idea. I picked up the knife off the ground and reopened the cut in her belly. I twisted it a full 180 degrees to open it up more. I threw the knife again and positioned my dick at the hole in her stomach, it was then that she realized what I had in mind.
“No, please no!” I shoved it in, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
I pushed my dick in as far as I could, then pulled it out. Seeing my dick covered in blood drove me crazy. I plunged back in, this time getting my entire cock into her. The feeling of fucking guts is indescribable. It was so much better than her pussy it was hard to believe. It took me a while to get used to the akward position, but soon I had a good rhythm going, plunging into her gut, then pulling all the way out and plunging back in again with a sloshing gurgling sound. She never stopped screaming. I didn’t last long, and soon I dumped another huge load of cum, this time into the viscera of her lower abdomen. I pulled out and blood and cum literally gushed out of the hole. She was sobbing harder than she had all morning.
It was a good 10 minutes before I recovered enough to lift myself off of her. My attention was brought to her right arm. That arm that had slapped me. I don’t know what it was, but ever since I was a kid I had a thing about my face. So the fact that this little cunt had the audacity to hit me made me livid. I undid the restraint on the despicable arm and tied my belt tightly around it just below her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked pitifully.
I didn’t bother answering. I just walked over to the table to grab a power saw. When I turned around I saw the most delicious look of terror I had seen yet.
“Are you familiar with the code of Hammurabi Karla?” no response, “Well it’s eye-for-an-eye in it’s purest form. You struck me with your arm, the penalty is its removal.”
“No no please! I’m so sorry, please have mercy!”
“Not in my vernacular dear” I stated emotionlessly. I took the saw, turned it on and put it to her arm. She let out an earsplitting shriek as her blood and flesh flew everywhere. I was surprised how quickly the saw went through her arm. I pulled it off and tossed it on her chest. She was writhing and screaming in pain and blood poured from the open wound. I quickly grabbed the blow torch and cauterized her arm before she had a chance to bleed to death on me. At that point she passed out from either pain or blood loss. Either way she was still alive and that’s all that mattered.
I was absolutely covered in her blood and pieces of her flesh. I was getting ready to call it a night, but the sight of her, in all her gory splendor got me hard again. I pushed her severed arm off of her onto the floor, then climbed on top of her and fucked the hole in her stomach one more time. Although without her awake to scream I must say it was somewhat less fulfilling. I took one more snapshot of her dismembered body before heading upstairs to get some sleep. I also needed to pick up some smelling salts, I wanted that bitch awake for everything I had planned for her.
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