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Jump Rope M/g, nc, anal, rape, violence, torture, humiliation, scat, ws,
snuff.
Summary: BDSM possibilities of a jump rope. A Latina step-sister pushes
her brother too far, one too many times.
Contact Information - critiques are always welcome as well as help editing.
Email: nick_carraway_of_west_egg@yahoo.com
"Jump Rope"
By: Mr. Nick Carraway
My mother died when I was just starting high school and my dad wasted no
time finding a Mexican wife on the internet. I guess she was alright,
but thing about her was her daughter - Lourdes. I never met a 10
year-old I wanted to fuck so much until I met Lourdes. I don't know how
or why a 10 year-old could be so developed, but I knew I wanted to fuck
her at first sight. At 10 years of age, she already had a pair of tits
and an ass formed. I remember only see one other 10 year-old I had
wanted to fuck in the neighborhood. I was watching a track meet and the
10 year-old midget division was running then I saw one with spandex
shorts and a tight black top. I knew I could have fucked a 10 year-old
then as long as she had some piece of puberty in her. Lourdes cut the
same image. Of course, it was out of the question that I, her
step-brother, would get to fuck her. I'd masturbate thinking about
fucking her sometimes. I'd imagine her giving it up to me when I pick
her up from school or something. I'd imagine just going into her room
and breaking her little heman with my dick.
Lourdes was light brown skinned; she was very obviously Latina with good
tits for her age. They were rounded already and oversized for a girl of
12. She had above average lips that you can only imagine sucking dick.
It was a turn to see her with a tootsie blow pop in her mouth. She had
brown eyes and semi-curly hair that flowed well below her shoulders. She
had taken to shaving her eye brows by the time she was 12 and used to
sport something sexy in regards to apparel. She took after her mom in
knowing how to dress slutty, even when she was 10.
Lourdes was at first really docile, but when she hit 12 years-old she
became a complete problem under the tutelage of her mother. I was a
senior in high school when Lourdes was 12 years-old; she started to be a
real problem. Again, her mom never controlled her. Lourdes was never
disciplined so she had the run of the house to walk all over me, too.
She learned really quick how to dress like a slut. Lourdes was taught to
be sexy by the pro - her mother. Not one shirt of hers ended at her belt
and to see her nips through her shirt was a normal thing. My friends
gave her interest, too. I thought it was a joke until I learned
something later, more on that later. After that I had about had it with
her and I looked forward to taking off to the university when I
graduated. I just wanted to get away; it was never like this when my
mother was alive.
The worst was the harassment I had to take from her. I'd be sitting
there studying and she'd say, "Hey faggit, why are you studying? Don't
you have a girl friend?" It pissed me off because I even had gotten a
girl pregnant and here she was incessantly saying shit. I was so pissed
off one time when she got a rumor going that I was gay. I had asked a
girl out and she had said, "Sure, weird but I thought you were gay
because…" I tracked the rumor down to her. I should have realized how
she was getting around at that point, but I was too naïve to realize my
step-sister was already slutting around the neighborhood and school. I
never thought a slutty 6th grader existed until I met her.
The mortal crisis came when my parents were out of town a week and we
were left home alone. She was eating dinner at a friend's house so I had
nothing to worry about except taking care of myself. One Friday, I came
home and she was there in her room. I heard music going and her yapping
on the phone upstairs.
I sat down and started looking a magazine as I waited for a phone call.
She came down the stairs and say, "Hey bitch, your boyfriend called." It
sounded as bad as usual since she everything had a Spanish accent and
she was intentionally trying to agitate me as usual.
She was wearing a red halter and tight pants with black platform shoes.
She looked as cheap as usual, a real dick hardener, but I knew it wasn't
my business to fuck her. She had a jump rope which was weird to see in
the hands of a lip glossed animal like her, but I guess even a 12
year-old sluttish acting thing like her likes to play sometimes like a
normal 12 year-old.
I just ignored her shaking my head then she said, "Give me some money."
I turned and said, "I gave you money, what's wrong did you give it to
your pimp?"
She got pissed off and then smiled to say, "No, but I bet you wished you
had it to pay your pimp."
I turned and said, "Get out of here." I didn't feel like dealing with her
She said, "Come on, I need money."
"Why don't you go sell yourself then?" I turned around to ignore her and
continue reading for a few minutes. I'd give her money when she left me
alone.
She got really pissed off and impatient to say, "Come on you, faggit." I
got up to get something to drink in the kitchen. I didn't know she had
approached behind me. I was still ignoring her, but she swung the jump
rope at me when I wasn't looking. The rope hit me on the leg, but looped
around to hit me in my penis. I crouched in pain and she started to
laugh. I don't think she intended it to hurt so much but she ended
really hurting me with the end of the jump rope.
"You fucking, faggit, what are you crying about? You don't even have a
penis." She stood there and then out of instinct started to back away.
I was pissed off now. I jumped up and I ripped the jump rope out of her
hand and pushed her backward so that she collapsed directly on her ass.
She looked up at me with shock in her eyes.
She jibbed, "You are fucking faggit! When my mom finds out, you'll be
fucked!"
My anger reached its apex and I took the jump rope handles in one hand.
I raised it over my shoulder as her eyes widened a little, but she kept
the same scrawl on her face as if she was in control.
I swung as hard as I could. There was a woosh and a slap as I brought
plastic jump rope across her face on her left cheek. She screamed and
wailed clutching her face. She rolled around and then looked up. I saw
she had blood on her hands because I had cut the corner of her eye lid.
With her eyes full of tears, she yelled, "You fucking faggit!" She tried
to leap up from the floor and I think she was going to actually try to
attack me. It looked like she was on her way to scratch me. She had one
hand behind her to sit up and to get up. I immediately stomped on her
hand. I heard a pop and a part of her hand gave way. I had broken her
hand and she fell back wailing even louder clutching her broken hand
with her other hand. She screamed in pain and now her face was little
bit different. Instead of an incipient scrawl, she had a look of
absolute terror and pain. She couldn't believe what was happening.
I seized the moment and kicked her in the face. As she was still on her
back clutching her hand wailing slighting leaned up, my kick smashed her
in the chin making her go back down with a slam. Again, I heard a pop
and that was jaw being broken. Blood started to fill her mouth; she was
spitting it out but moving slower and letting out little cries.
I paused to size up the situation. She was starting to cry like a little
baby now and I notice she had bit through her lower lip thanks to my
kick to her jaw, so a lot of blood was coming from there. A red mark was
on her left cheek connecting to her split left eye lid corner. The
broken left hand was swollen. I doubt she could even close it now.
I yelled, "Who the fuck is the faggit now, you little piece of shit!
When dad first brought you through the door with his stupid cunt hole
wife, I had started to fantasize about fucking you and now I'm going to
fuck you. I'm going to fuck you up the ass and after that I'm going to
fuck you up."
I rolled her onto her stomach getting blood on my hands which I wiped
onto her overpriced clothes. She started to resist but instead went
immediately limb; she was afraid now. I used the jump rope to tie her
arms behind her back. Now, I was going to fuck her. She started to beg
me, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please…" She was cut off with her own scream
as I disturbed her broken hand, "Ouch! Oooo-Ahhh!"
I pulled off her pants and ripped the front of her red halter open. It
was time to start hurting her. I took both tits in my hands and twisted
with all of my strength. She came to life screaming; it was a pain in
the ass wail. My ears were ringing and I let go of her tits to punch her
in the face. I landed on in her lip immediately causing it to bleed, my
second gave her a nose bleed in both nostrils; I might have broken her
nose, too. The last one hit her in the good eye so hard it had to have
caused a black eye and sure enough it had started to swell. Then I
punched her in the stomach and she gave out an, <uuff> sound cutting off
the wail reducing it to a moan.
I pulled off her pink panties and tossed them to the side. I looked at
her cunt to find to my surprise it was shaven. I opened her cunt lips as
she cried and I realized that her hymen had been broken. I thought, What
the fuck, who the hell fucked her?
I jumped up on top of her chest and tummy forcing the air out of her and
put both of my hands around her neck. I said to her with both hands
around her neck, "Listen, Lourdes, you stupid slut! Why the fuck are you
shaving your cunt and why the fuck is your hymen broken?"
With this she started to really sob and cry and then I started to
squeeze and she started to choke. I kept squeezing and pushing on her
artery in her neck, she couldn't breathe then she blacked out from lack
of blood to her brain. I let go and slapped her at least 10 times when
she became reactive again. Her face was red from the slaps and a little
more blood tricked down off of her eye lid, nose and mouth. She started
to make her trademark piercing howl and I let up. She started to
hyperventilate. I got up and watched her regain her composure.
I stood there and said, "Lourdes, who have you been fucking, cunt hole?"
Lourdes replied, "Two of your friends…Josh and Chris." She started to sob.
I thought about it. I remember they had been together and then it all
made sense. They must have fucked her the first time last year. Lourdes'
friend lied for her all the time. My fucking parents are ignorant. I was
pissed because I should have sexually assaulted her the day she walked
in. So much for fucking her…I don't want to get VD; I knew for certain
Josh was bi. Bisexual males are the ones who spread HIV in the first
place. Michael Fumento proved it in "The Myth of Heterosexual AIDS."
I kneeled down to get two inches from her face and I yelled, "You
fucking slut!" She jumped in fear. I grabbed her hair and started
dragging her to the garage. She was kicking and screaming the whole way.
I dragged her nude writhing form down the small stair case and let her
go leaving her to let her roll onto the floor making anxious cries.
I decided to ass fuck her. I grabbed on to her hair and lifted her up. I
walked her over to the weight bench and pushed her down onto the bench.
It was a small low bench perfect for spreading a 12 year-old on. I took
out some rope and tied her knees off on the bottom of the legs of the
bench. She would definitely start moving when something, like my dick,
started probing her asshole.
Her brown ass was poking up in the ass very nicely. I looked at her
little ass hole and cunt. I was going to cum in her ass and after that
the true suffering would begin.
I put my hands in the middle of her back pushing down as I moved up
behind her. The bench had conveniently spread her legs. I put a finger
in her ass and started to burrow in. She went apoplectic and started
writhing around. I got off and to hold her more firmly in place I tied
her whole torso down.
When everything all set, I started to push in again but this time with
my dick and she begged me, "No! NO! NO!"
I asked, "What are you afraid of? You weren't afraid of Josh's cock?
Actually, you should be afraid of mine because I'm a lot bigger than him
and I will hurt you. Don't worry if I don't rip you up, it'll feel like
a big ass piece of shit, like you are. It will feel like a big piece of
you that can't come out of your asshole. If does rip you, you are going
to be bleed I'm afraid. Too bad for you, you piece of shit."
I wasted no time. I dropped my pants. I rubbed some potassium jelly onto
my dick. Then, I went after her ass. I forced my rock hard cock into her
ass. I squeezed my head in and she went quiet as she gritted her teeth
expecting pain; she expected right. I forced my way widening her asshole
as much as possible; I felt my cock being squeezed by the small size of
her butt hole's opening. The hole was so small, but I started pumping. I
pulled out and looked at the inflammation around the hole. It was bright
red. I forced my way back in and pumped harder getting better
penetration, but her being an 85-pound 12 year-old girl created a limit
in her asshole's elasticity. I got half way in and I really forced
myself up her poop hole. I began to cum in her asshole and I started
heaving my body into her, but just then her asshole ripped. She howled
like an injured animal and started screaming in intervals. I got up off
of her to watch it all. Blood was trickling down of the edge of her
asshole and down both of her thighs. I had blood on my dick. Cum and
blood was intermixed in her asshole. She squeezed the intermixed fluids
onto the floor.
Since I had cum already, I took a quick running kick into her cunt and
asshole. They were perfect targets. She redoubled her howling and more
blood trickled. I left a dirty boot mark while getting blood on my boot
tip, too. I stepped back and took another kick into her cunt flesh. I
felt like I was kicking a piece of meat. Her whole body absorbed it as
the weight bench held her in place. She wailed and wailed, heaving and
breathing fast. She passed out and I just kicked her in the cunt two
more times. I felt like I was kicking a large piece of roast.
I untied all of the ropes and even took off the jump rope. I rolled her
on to the floor. We have a heavy bag in the garage suspended from a
hook. I used it to practice boxing. I wanted to hang her from the hook
in the ceiling when she recovered. I took the bag down and I tied a rope
around her hands in front of her. I tied it really tight and her hands
turned purple. She would have to stay suspended by it after all. I
picked up the jump rope and watched her recover. There was a blood pool
below from a couple small blood trickles running down her legs.
She opened her eyes and moaned. She shivered and cried. She began to beg
me, "Please Russell, please Russell…don't hurt me any more…" She
actually started to sound her age, too, instead of the slutty 12
year-old she had developed into.
I started to whip her on the floor with the jump rope. A jump rope isn't
designed to hurt someone but its snaps will sting and leave a little
mark. I hit her on her back and she rolled over to get away. I hit her
on her tits, her legs, her feet, her arms, her head and face. I hit her
everywhere she was exposed. After about 20 hits I got tired of it and
dropped the jump rope. She rolled over and gave out several short gasps.
Her face was caked with dried blood from her lips, nose and eye lid. Her
hand was useless; it was very swollen. Her body was an eclectic bleed of
red stripes. She lay there unable to do anything else. The lighter
punishment of whipping with a jump rope actually afforded her little
body a chance to recover.
I started to tie another rope around the ropes that have snuggly held
her hands together. I pulled the end of the rope to put it through the
hook on the ceiling. I stepped up on the step stool to put it through
the hook where the heavy bag had hung. It was done. I started pulling.
In seconds, I was pulling her body up. She went up involuntarily, but
she was out of defensive drive. She knew she had to do anyway her broken
hand was killing her. I had her nearly on her tip toes. I couldn't hold
her there then I remember we had an engine pulley. I got it out and hung
it next above her. I put the rope through it and then used it to pull
her up on her tip toes and then even off the ground. She dangled
sweating from the pain about 3 inches from the concrete floor. Her hands
were purple and her face was all messed up from pain.
She cried from pain. It was sharp and intense because I could see her
sweating. She looked at me and said nothing. I said, "Fucking bitch, you
are fucked now." She answered with a low, "Please." My dick was hard.
She was going to get it really meated out to her now. "Bitch, you are
seriously fucked!" I yelled at the top of my lungs to terrify her.
I picked up a 2 and ½ iron weight from the weight set. I held it in my
hand like a brass knuckle and quickly decided which bones I'll break
first. Her ribs showed themselves every time she breathed. I pulled back
and punched her in the ribs. It left an indent as the pleasant crunch of
her ribs breaking was heard. She screamed and I pulled back to punch her
in the other side breaking more of her ribs. I punched her rib cage
again 4 more times in different places having the same effect. She lost
consciousness, pissed herself and then some shit fell out of her ass. I
was truly beating the piss and shit out of her.
She regained consciousness as her head lifted up. I pulled back and
punched her in the mouth with my makeshift brass knuckle. I busted out
her upper plate. A few teeth fell to the floor and she swallowed a few
as she screamed. Immediately, a fresh supply of blood oozed out of her
teeth into her mouth out of her chin and onto her torso and onto the
concrete floor. I pulled back again and landed one into lower plate
having a similar effect except I worsened her jaw break and now her
mouth just hung open with blood trickling out. After a second of her
heaving her cries through a broken jaw and teeth, she went limp like a
noodle.
I put the 2 and ½ iron weight down and picking up the curl bar. It was
short bar and not a real curved curl bar making it ideal as a weapon or
in my case a beating rod for Lourdes. She was semi-conscious and in
shock for sure. I wanted her to be conscious so I ran inside for an
ammonia caplet to break under her nose. I did this and she came right
back to her pain. When she was conscious, I stepped back and took a long
winded swing at her stomach. She was like a piñata and her back arched
from the blow; she heaved and screamed with a weakened scream and
vomited down the front of her chest then passed out again.
I dropped the bar and switched to my fists. I had seen the movie Rocky
when he worked out punching beef and I had gotten into fights, but here
I was punching a 12 year-old with everything I had. She was only 85
pounds, too! I punched her in the torso for starters and then went to
work on her face and head. I put some focus on her tits smashing them
into her rib cage. She was a limp piece of cow hide dangling at this
point. After about 15 blows I got tired and cut her down. She collapsed
onto her face, like she had been shot. I took her pulse and I'll be
damned, she was still alive! She was faintly breathing, too.
I unzipped my pants and took a piss on her then I squatted to take a
shit on her face. I picked up an oil rag and rubbed the shit around in
her face. Her eyes opened briefly. She didn't know what had happened or
was happening.
Just then I heard the garbage truck coming, I decided it was time to
just throw her away. I picked her up in spite of the shit and piss and
dropped her in the big green garbage can. I pushed the garage door
opener to open the garage door then I quickly rolled the garbage can out
to the curve. I was nervous and I retreated back to the garage. I only
got there in the nick of time to get rid of her, too.
The garbage truck mechanically closed it claws around the can and
lifted. The can started to move and flail. I know she was struggling and
it dumped, but the driver was oblivious. I caught a last glimpse of her
as she fell into the truck to be crushed by its compactor. I doubt she
died. I bet she ended up at the dump and was incinerated. It is just as
well; I hate killing.
END
Last Edited: Sunday July 25, 2004