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Subject: {ASSM} The Man (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/f, oral, nc, snuff 
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Disclaimer: This was the very first snuff story I ever wrote. And it
shows. "Death of a Family" evolved from this a couple years later. I
was a minor when I wrote it, but I don't want you minors reading it.
Write your own! Keep my stories free, repost at will. I write enough
pay stuff, they don't need every inch of my soul. 

Written 1997 Minnesota by Rachael Ross

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The Man....

....was driving through the endless flat landscape of Oklahoma and
hadn't seen another car in almost 2 hours when he saw the overturned
vehicle. It was a Honda, a nice one maybe when it was new, but now
just a twisted mess. He slowed down and pulled over a hundred yards
short of the wreck. The car was lying in a ditch, maybe 30 feet away
from the road itself. It wasn't hard to see what had happened, skid
marks led out of the ditch and across the road and back leading up to
the spot where the car lay on it's roof.

"Driver must fallen asleep," the man muttered to himself. "Went off
the left side and woke up, did a little panic'n and steered a little
too much. Flipped 'er right over." 

He called out, asking if anyone was there, if anyone was hurt. But he
heard nothing except the low hissing of steam from the ruptured
radiator. The man walked around he passenger side, getting on his
hands and knees to peer into the small 18" gap left when the roof had
collapsed. He saw a body on the driver's side, just one occupant.

The man got back up, slapping the dust from his jeans. He walked
around what was left of the front of the car, sniffing the air for
gasoline, but luckily the fuel tank had held together. On the driver's
side he could see a girl, probably not much more than 16 although it
was hard to tell. She was lying halfway out, through the shattered
driver's door window. Her body from the bellybutton down was still
inside and he thought the roof had probably crushed the life out of
her.

Her face was attractive, even through the dozens of small cuts and the
thick drying blood that covered most of her forehead. "I guess those
airbags really work, huh?" The man said to himself as he knelt to
examine her more closely. He reached out, gently touching her face,
turning it slightly to face him. He was surprised to see her chest
rising slightly and he could here a soft, ragged breath escaping her
lips. She was still alive; he spoke to her, loudly.

"Hey, Hey girl.... Are you awake? Can you hear me?"

There was a moan and one eye opened slightly, the other one had
swollen shut and the skin was turning a deep reddish blue around it.
Her eye was red and the iris huge and black, deep in shock. She parted
her lips as if to speak but only a low moan came out. Blood came out
suddenly and he wondered if she'd bit her tongue? Or if her lungs had
been damaged, filling with blood.

The man carefully opened her lips and mouth, tilting the head slightly
so he could push a finger inside. He looked and could see no obvious
cuts, but there was a lot of blood. She was drowning as her lungs
slowly filled with it. He looked around and saw the roof of the car
had compressed her body, not really breaking the skin but probably
causing very serious internal injuries. He doubted she'd survive much
longer.

"Hey, girl...Listen to me...You're going to be ok. I'm gonna get you
out of here, ok? But you have to stay awake, look at me...You have to
keep looking at me ok?"

Her one good eye opened a little wider and she moved her lips. Her
left arm moved slightly and her right lay at a twisted angle, bent the
wrong way with a piece of bone sticking out just above her elbow. The
man walked back to his car getting a little medical kit and the
half-full bottle of water he had left. He returned and washed her face
clean, dabbing with cotton gauze and the cool water. She really was
quite pretty, must have been a real looker a couple hours ago he
reasoned.

She coughed a little as she lay there, her eye seemed focused a little
more now, at least enough the man thought that she'd know she wasn't
alone. He looked at her body, her chest and pulled out his knife. He
cut her T-shirt from the neckline down as far as he could between her
breasts, exposing them to the warm sun.

"Christ kid, you're a knockout!" He laughed a little at his clever
pun. "I bet you're boyfriend's gonna be mighty sad to see you like
this."

The girl moaned again, a little louder and he dabbed at the blood
leaking from her lips. "Shhhhh....Don't talk honey...I know it hurts,
don't worry...Just a little longer and everything will be fine. Helps
coming."

Yeah helps coming, he thought, on a pale horse! He smiled again and
felt his cock swelling in his jeans. Damn! She had some fine little
titties shame to let them go to waste! The man placed a gentle hand on
her left breast, massaging it slowly while he watched her face. He
felt the nipple hardening under his soft pressure and he pulled and
twisted it gently. 

"You like that huh?" He said to her in a whisper, bending his face
close. "Yeah, you're body don't know what's going on, but it knows
what feels good." He moved his mouth to her breast, licking and
sucking her nipple between his lips. He bit softly; chewing it with
his teeth while his hand squeezed her other perfect breast. He
switched back and forth while she moaned, not in delight, but pain and
shock. That didn't bother the man suckling her firm teen breast
though, in fact he liked it even better that way.

"Honey? How are we doing? Still with me?" He asked her after giving
her right nipple one last love bite. "I want you to do something for
me, ok? Cause helps coming and we don't have much time..." The man
took her hand in his, "Just give me a little squeeze if you understand
what I'm sayin' to ya."

The girl gave a ragged sigh and he felt her hand squeeze his, very
weakly but definitely. She wasn't out of it yet, good, he thought.
"I'm gonna give you something to keep your mind of things ok?" Another
squeeze, maybe even a hint of a smile, but he didn't think so. She was
just reacting to his voice, to the half-dreamt hope that she was
dreaming.

The man stood up and removed his belt, laying it on the ground beside
her. He looked down at her pretty face, bruised and cut, but
nevertheless quite appealing. He unzipped his pants and exposed his
rigid penis. He stroked it for a moment or two, thinking how lucky he
was. Not gonna let a chance like this go by, no sir!

He knelt near her head and leaned forward, bracing his body with one
hand while he used the other to guide his swollen prick to the injured
girl's lips. He rubbed the head around her mouth, some blood was
leaking from the corner of her lip and he stroked his cock over it,
getting the head wet and red. 

"Com'on baby.... You're gonna like this.... Suck some cock for me
baby...You can do it..." He pushed the head past her parted lips and
into her mouth. Her jaw moved to accommodate his intrusion and he felt
her teeth grazing the head. "Yeah.... That's it girl...Take some cock
in your sweet little mouth."

She moaned and tried to turn her face away but his cock and her
weakness held him firmly inside her. He began to thrust slowly,
pushing more of his fat cock into her mouth. He was groaning with
pleasure as he felt the warm wetness surrounding his prick. He wished
he could see her face as he mouth fucked her, so he slowly and
carefully turned his body so he was kneeling, straddling her
shoulders. He tried to keep his leg away from her fractured arm, but
he couldn't help bumping it and she moved quickly, with newfound
strength and a deep moan came from inside her. Hot blood bubbled
around the shaft and the man grinned with pleasure.

"That's more like it baby! Suck my lil' bitch fucker!" He pushed hard
into her mouth, watching as her good eye opened wide and he
deliberately put more weight on her broken arm. It seemed to bring her
around a little more and he liked that. He was making short hard jabs
into the back of her mouth and he wished she'd open up for him.
"Swallow it honey...Com'on take it all..." 

He felt her gasping, ragged with a slight gurgling sound as she fought
for air. He felt her making a swallowing motion and he pushed his
cockhead into her throat, feeling her soft muscles close around him.
"Ahhhh.... God! Honey you're a good little cocksucker!"

He pushed his cock into her throat as deep as possible, leaning
forward and working the thick shaft into her throat. He held it there
while he watched her red stained eye open wider, pain was being
replaced by real panic. Even through shock she knew what was
happening, what little air her lungs had been laboring to provide a
few minutes before was nonexistent now. She struggled to breathe
around the man's thick cock buried in her throat but it was no use. In
fact it only made him feel better.

He watched as the water washed over her face and her eye closed. He
kicked her elbow, bringing her around again with a flash of pain. He
reached for the water bottle again and poured some over her face.
"Stay with me sugar.... Make me come baby, show me how much you love
my hard cock." He reached back to grab her right nipple and twisted it
savagely, pulling it, as if trying to rip it away from her breast.

He was so close to coming now, only a few more seconds. He kept
ripping at her nipple and talking to her. "You're so beautiful
baby.... Such a good little cocksucker!" He was stabbing with tiny
strokes of his cock, feeling her throat muscles contract around him.
Her tongue fluttered under the shaft like a wounded bird and blood
spilled around the shaft as it slid little by little past her
stretched lips.

He suddenly felt his balls tighten and tried to hold back, but it was
no use. His sperm jetted thickly out of his swollen cock straight down
the girl's throat, into her ruptured stomach. He pulled her breast
hard, digging his fingers deep into the flawless globe as if trying to
lift her body by her tit. He grabbed her head by the hair and lifted
her head suddenly, pulling her mouth even closer to the root of his
buried cock as he spilled his hot semen into her broken body. She was
convulsing, her body shuddering as the lack of air put her into
spasms, trying to breathe. Her lungs already mostly filled with blood
were engorged and she was drowning anyway, the tiny sacs bursting
unseen in her chest.

She stopped moving as the man held his cock inside her, his balls
empty now. He looked at her face and there was no life in her eye. He
let her head drop to the hard ground with a thud and he slowly pulled
his cock free of her mouth. He stood up and looked down at her
lifeless form. He started putting his cock away then thought better of
it, he took aim and let loose with a stream of piss on her face and
chest. He watched with satisfaction as his hot yellow piss filled her
mouth. He shook himself clean and zipped himself up. He put his heavy
belt back on his pants and dug a cigarette out of his shirt pocket. He
lit it and walked slowly back to his car.

The man reached inside and unhooked the mic from the dashboard.
"Dispatch, this Sheriff Brody, over." 

the end.

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