1 Name: Honey Moon : 2008-07-19 01:12 [Del]
Snuff, Alleged rape, wrongful accusation and conviction, death
Teenage Trap
By Honey Moon
“How trite.” Millicent said to herself as she
entered the lobby of the high-rise she called home.
“Trust daddy to not only hire a maid from Sweden, but
to actually knock the bitch up! Why does he always
have to leave things up to me to straighten out?” The
seventeen year old beauty shook her head as she
entered the elevator and waited for the doorman to use
his key to select the penthouse level.
“You’re certainly looking lovely today, Miss
Conner.” The middle aged lackey said as he leered at
her trim athletic figure. “Your daily workouts sure do
show.”
Millie opened her mouth to snap at the stupid
servant for being so familiar, but stopped the explosion
before it started. She needed to stay on good terms with
the perverted creep, at least for a little while longer.
“Thank you, Bobby.” She posed rather seductively and
felt his eyes rove all over her figure. She knew she
looked good. The bright yellow sundress caressed her
figure lovingly as it hinted at the lack of foundation
garments beneath. His eyes locked momentarily on the
matching yellow linen gloves she swore. They were a
nearly perfect match for the gloves that were part of his
silly Gilbert and Sullivan HMS Pinafore uniform.
“Glad you noticed.” She said softly as she gently
touched the tip of her tongue with one linen encased
finger.
His face lit up. It wasn’t often such a beautiful
rich babe gave him the time of day! “Any man who
didn’t notice is probably gay!”
What an utter ass! Still, she smiled sweetly. “You
say the nicest things, Bobby!” She put her hands on his
shoulders and gave him a quick little peck on the
cheek. The elevator chimed and the door opened. “See
you later!” The dark haired girl slipped out of the car
and smiled prettily until the doors finished closing. She
shivered dramatically. “Jeez! The pervert had a boner!
For a second I thought he was going to whip it out and
show me!” She had accomplished her self imposed
mission though. Millie had managed to remove the
decorative loops of gold cord from the right shoulder
of his uniform jacket. The asshole didn’t even notice!
She shook her head again and went to the door of her
father’s suite. Pausing to check her diamond studded
watch, she slowly slipped her key into the lock. “I’m
nearly three hours early. I should be able to catch that
immigrant whore by surprise!”
Millie slowly opened the door and silently
stepped into the main room of the suite. She listened
carefully as a frown formed on her lovely face. Yes,
Helga was at it again! She could hear the soft moans as
the lowly servant pleasured herself, no doubt dreaming
of the huge child support payments her father would be
forced to pay the pregnant bitch! Her hands tightened
on the sturdy cord she held. “We’ll just see about that!”
she hissed softly as she crept towards the soft sounds
of self indulgent masturbation.
It was just as she suspected. The bitch was
pleasuring herself right in Millie’s bedroom! The teen
had to control the urge to just rush in and stop the
filthy whore. Surprise just had to be on her side!
Peering in her own room, Millie saw Helga sitting at
her vanity. Shit! The fucking servant was using the
dildo Millie had purchased from an online porn shop!
Disgusting! She’d have to throw it away now! Worse
yet, the nasty slitch was masturbating while looking at
a yearbook! The sick bitch was getting off on pictures
of Millie in her cheerleader uniform! Did she hope to
bed her too? The angry girl tested the strength of the
cord between her clenched fists. It was plenty strong
enough for the task at hand!
The furious teenager took a deep breath to steady
her nerves. It was now, or never! She rushed in and
dropped a loop of cord around Helga’s neck and pulled
it tight! “You filthy little servant whore!” she shouted
as the maid jerked in shocked horror. “You think you
can trap my father into marrying a low class bitch like
you?”
Millie pulled tighter, taking delight in the fact
Helga seemed to be unable to make a single sound.
“Look at that baby bump you so shamelessly show off!
You aren’t anywhere near close enough to term for
your budding bastard to survive your death!” Helga
frantically grasped at her throat with one hand, while
the other went protectively to the gentle swell of her
naked belly. Millie pulled tighter. “Why the hell
couldn’t you use birth control you greedy little cunt? I
wouldn’t give a damn if daddy fucks you from now to
doomsday, if you didn’t go and get yourself pregnant
from it!”
The lovely blonde struggled wildly, but Millie
would not let up. Eyes bulging in terror, the maid’s
mouth opened in a silent scream of anguish and pain as
her hands pawed wildly. The blonde seemed to give up
the thought of protecting the unborn baby as she
frantically tried to loosen the cord compressing her
windpipe. The teen laughed. “That’s right whore! That
sensation you’re feeling is the approach of death! It’s
the best way I could think of to eliminate having a little
bastard brother or sister to horde in on my future
inheritance!”
Millie watched in fascination as Helga’s tongue
began to protrude from her gaping mouth. Was it
normal for it to stick out so much? She laughed.
“Damn, it’s a shame daddy doesn’t see you now.
You’re hideous, you dying bitch! You look like a
gasping goldfish flopping around on the floor!” The
teen heard a slight sound, and smelled a sharp scent.
“You nasty thing! How dare you piss all over in my
bedroom?” She pulled even tighter. Helga began to
twitch and shake as the urine flowed freely from her
quivering body. Her eyes bugged out comically as her
face turned beet red. “Not long now, whore!” Millie
put all her strength into pulling the cord just a little bit
tighter. “See you in hell, bitch! I hope demons eat your
unborn bastard’s soul!”
The teen held on for about five whole minutes
more before nimbly tying the cord in a tight knot. “Oh
God, should that have turned me on so much? Jeez,
I’m soaked! I need a good fuck!” She let the still
twitching body of the maid tumble to the floor. “At
least this makes the second part of the plan all that
much more appealing!” Millie looked down in disgust
at the dead woman. “You fucking animal! You went
and shit yourself!” Shaking her head again, the teen left
her bed room, closing the door behind her. “Oh well,
I’ll call a service to clean that up after the CSI people
have their fun!”
The teen happily went about the second part of
her plan. She needed her fall guy in more ways then
one! “Damn, I hope this isn’t addictive! It’ll take
forever to plan out another perfect crime!” She ignited
the gas fueled fireplace and carefully tossed her yellow
gloves into the roaring flames. “Now for a little fun
before the final act!” Millie slipped out of the suite and
pressed the elevator call button. In moments the chime
signaled and the elevator door slid open.
Bobby’s eyes hungrily roved over her body. He
couldn’t help noticing how firmly erect her nipples
were now. “Long time no see, Miss Conner. Going out
again so soon?”
Millie smiled her most seductive smile. “No, I
just needed a little help with something. Could you
come inside for a moment?”
The elevator operator smiled in return. “I can’t
Miss Conner. I should be going back down to the lobby
in case someone else needs me.”
The lovely teen pressed her body tightly against
his. “Surely you can stay and help me for a little while.
Please?” Millie almost laughed as his erection pressed
against her thighs. Men were so easy! This was going
to be perfect! “I need a man to help me. I really do!”
“Well, maybe for a little while.” Bobby the
glorified elevator operator dared to cup a hand on her
ass as she led him to her door. “If anyone comes, they
can just open the doors and work the damn elevator
themselves!”
Millie closed the door behind them and let her
hand rub gently against the bulge in his pants. “What a
big man you are! Show me how strong you are.” She
batted her eyes shamelessly at him. “Take me! Take me
like a man! Not like the little boys I date!” Oh hell, she
really was hot! “Little boys treat me like I’m made of
glass. I need a man to put me in my place! Treat me like
the whore you know I am!”
Bobby’s eyes blazed with an inner fire. “You are
a whore!” he hissed as his hand shot out! He grabbed a
handful of her dress and yanked hard. “You’re my
whore now, little Miss Rich Bitch!”
Perfect! Millie gasped as her dress was torn
roughly from her body. It was a bit painful, but that
was all the better! She WANTED to be bruised and
marked! She needed it for her plan! “No! I’m a good
girl! I don’t do things like this!” She made a big show
of licking her lips and rubbing a hand over her full bare
breasts with her right hand. He didn’t notice the left
hand behind her back as it triggered her I-Phone to
begin an audio recording. She dropped the device
soundlessly to the thick carpeting.
The aroused man grabbed the teen’s arm and
dragged her towards the sofa. “I’ll teach you to be my
bad little bitch, you teasing whore! I’ve wanted to put
you in your place for two whole years!” He shoved her
roughly onto the furniture.
The teen trembled in anticipation. She looked at
the flawless skin of her arm and tried to will the bruise
she knew was forming to appear even faster! “How did
you get in here?” she cried as she laid back and spread
her long legs invitingly. She moaned, and it wasn’t
fake. Millie was more turned on then any back seat
fumbling had ever gotten her! “My daddy will pay you
money!”
“No amount of money will make me stop now,
bitch!” Bobby fumbled with his belt and dropped his
pants. The horny doorman didn’t even bother to take
off his gloves! “By God, I’ll show you how a man
treats a little cunt like you!” He was on her in a second,
trying to wedge the head of his huge cock between her
legs.
“I’m a good girl!” she cried, in a calculated effort
to inflame him even more. “Please mister, I’m a good
girl!”
“You’re a bad girl now!” he grunted as he
rammed his cock into her tight warmth. “You’re a bad
little whore who’s going to take her breeding like the
little slut she is!”
The teen’s heart pounded. He was like an animal!
Oh God! It was fantastic! “No!” she wailed, playing her
role to the hilt. “Good girls don’t have sex!” He
slammed into her and she nearly screamed in ecstasy.
“Please stop!” The teen wailed. “No! I don’t want
this!” Even as she screamed, she wrapped her arms and
legs around him to prove her words a lie.
Bobby couldn’t believe his luck! This hot little
number was a serious freak! He never met someone so
into role playing before! “Take it, you filthy cunt! I’m
going to pump you full of cum, bitch! That’s what a
real man does with teasing little shits like you!”
“Why Helga?” she wailed as the huge shaft
plowed mercilessly into her body. “W-Why did you do
that to Helga?”
Bobby looked puzzled for a second. Oh! Helga
was the Conner’s maid! That was one hot little trick
too! “She was asking for it!” he howled as his climax
grew closer. “That’s what maids are for!”
Millie whimpered and moaned, trying desperately
to sound like she was terrified, and not fast climbing to
what promised to be a mind blowing orgasm. “Why f-
fuck me?” she wailed. “You, you only did her with a
dildo, before, before the other thing!” She was ad-
libbing like mad, but was quite proud of the effect!
“Why ruin me?”
This was fantastic! Maybe the maid was going to
join them later! He’d go along with the act! “Why
should I waste a load on a fucking maid, when I can try
and knock up a rich little cunt like you? A dildo was
good enough for her!”
Oh Shit! She was so close now! “No! Not inside
me!” she cried, thankful for the little pill she took
every day. “Please no! I won’t tell anyone! Please,
please stop!”
“Too late, whore!” Bobby slammed in one final
time and his massive cock began to dance within her
tight grasping sex. “You’re mine, Bitch!”
Millie bit her lip to keep from screaming her
orgasm out to the world, and the I-phone recording
every sound. “NO!” she managed to wail as her body
exploded in orgasmic bliss. Part of her managed to
keep to the plan. Bobby didn’t seem to mind as her
nails roughly raked over his back, imbedding minute
particles of his flesh beneath them.
Bobby took a deep ragged breath and rolled off
of the still quivering girl. “Don’t go away, little whore.
I’ll be right back for round two after I take a piss.”
Millie couldn’t believe her luck. “I, I won’t
more. I promise!” When Bobby went to the bathroom,
the teen made her move. “Oh God!” she whispered for
the recording device. He’s gonna kill me too! I have to
stop him!” She jumped up and ran to her room to
retrieve two items. She was back on the sofa before he
was out of the bathroom.
Bobby walked back into the living room feeling
more alive then he had in ages. He looked lovingly at
the beautiful teen waiting for him. His smiled broadly
as she tossed him an object wrapped in a pair of black
panties. He caught it with his still gloved hands. It was
s gleaming silver dildo! “Now I’ll fuck you with the
dildo I used on that trashy maid. I damn near fucked her
to death with it. Now it’s your turn, cunt!” He tossed
the panties back at his willing playmate. “Go ahead,
sniff her panties bitch! I bet it’ll turn you on!”
Millie calmly reached over to an end table and
opened a drawer. “No more!” she cried in a rather
convincing way. “Please, I don’t want to die!”
His eyes opened wide in shock as the sexy teen
leveled a chrome plated .45 automatic on him. “What
are you doing, bitch?”
Taking a deep breath, Millie carefully squeezed
the trigger. Her hands jerked as the gun reported with a
sound like thunder. One second Bobby’s penis stood
proudly, ready for more action. The next second saw it
explode in a burst of blood and fleshy gobbets. “God
help me!” she cried dramatically as the gun dropped to
the floor.
Bobby looked down at himself and let loose a
soul chilling wail. Blood pulsed brightly from his
crotch as his hands scrabbled to cover the horrible hole
where his manhood used to be. “My cock! You bitch!
You shot off my cock! I’ll kill you!” he managed to
take two shuffling steps towards her before collapsing
face first in shock from the terrible trauma to his body.
There was one more thing she had to do. Millie
turned to the phone on the end table and called 911.
“Help me!” she wailed. “I, I was raped!”
“Miss, is he still there? Are you alone?”
“I, I shot him. Oh God! I, I think I killed him!”
She hammed it up just a bit, and shoved a finger down
her throat. It sounded very convincing as she vomited
all over the crime scene, conveniently making the
evidence better match her prepared story. “Help me!”
she gasped thickly as she wiped her chin.
The first responders arrived in record time. The
one drawback was that the paramedics managed to
stabilize poor dickless Bobby. They took him away,
promising to charge him for his crimes as soon as he
regained consciousness.
“I’m sorry Miss, but I have to ask you to come to
the hospital. It’s an open and shut case, but we still
need to go by the books.”
Millie gave a brave little smile to the officer. “I, I
understand. You, you need to run a rape kit, r-right?
That’s what they say on TV.”
“Yes, I’m very sorry.”
Millicent Conner did exactly as she was told. She
pointedly ignored the I-phone on the floor as they
helped her onto a gurney. The Crime Scene
Investigators discovered the file she had recorded
without her even mentioning it. In fact, she just
pretended to not remember making the recording in the
first place. Once at the hospital she was given a
thorough gynecological examination. They scraped
under her nails and carefully photographed her entire
body. Just as she planned, everything pointed towards
one thing. A poor innocent young woman had been
raped.
Helga’s body had also been examined by the M.E.
The cord around her neck had epithelial cells whose
DNA positively matched that of the poor unfortunate
Bobby. It would seem he had a rather terminal case of
dandruff that had left quite a few flakes imbedded in
the fibers of the cord. That combined with yellow
fibers from linen gloves was more then enough to
make a conviction.
Everyone in the courtroom shook their heads in
disbelief as this monster screamed and cried that his
lovely victim was lying. They all saw the photographs
of her bruised arm. The doctors discussed at length the
tell tail signs of rough non consensual sex. The audio
recording of the rape brought tears to everyone’s eyes
when it was played before court. The poor young girl
actually fainted while listening to it all over again! Her
testimony of how she had witnessed her pregnant
friend forcibly masturbated while being strangled to
death made the judge openly weep. The jury took only
forty-five minutes to reach its decision. Robert
Macintyre was convicted of two counts murder in the
first degree, two counts rape, and finally, one count
attempted murder. The judge saw his duty and
sentenced him to life, without the possibility of parole.
He reasoned that death was too quick and clean for
such a degenerate subhuman!
Arthur Conner smiled gently at his daughter
across the breakfast table. “Sweetheart, I have some
news for you.” He took a deep breath. “I know you’re
strong, so I think you should see this. It may give you
closure.”
“What is it, daddy?”
He closed his eyes for a moment before sliding
the morning paper across to his daughter. “Somebody
in the prison killed that monster last night.”
Millie took up the paper and scanned through the
rather graphic article. Holy cow! Bobby was tortured
to death! Somebody had shoved a length of copper pipe
up his rear end and connected it to the prison’s heating
system. They had injected superheated steam directly
into his lower intestines. Good old dickless Bobby had
died screaming in agony the likes few had ever
experienced! ‘Daddy, I, I’m going back top bed now.”
“Millicent, I’m so very sorry!” he patted his
daughter’s hand. “Do you feel ill? You looked flush.
Should I send for a doctor?”
“No, I, I’ll be okay.” She assured softly. “I don’t
need a doctor.” She really didn’t. There was noting
wrong with her that a nice long session of
masturbating wouldn’t cure! The news of Bobby’s
death had aroused her to a state of near frenzy! Her
poor little pussy was nearly dripping!
