Dancing
by Jake Baker

I saw her at the dance club. She was out on the floor, the lights
scattering around her. She had on a tight red dress that showed off
her hourglass figure. But she was dancing alone. I watched her for an
hour. She didn't speak to anyone, besides the bartender. She had on
one-inch heels, not great for dancing in. Her face looked kind of
young. I guessed she wasn't from around these parts. Most probably
some collage bitch home for the weekend. And I planned on giving her
the weekend of her life, as short as that promised to be.

She saddled up to the bar finally, tired from all that dancing. I sat
down a few stools away from her. She wasn't what one would call
beautiful, but she was cute. Short light red hair framed a round face.
Her eyes were green, her nose small. Just perfect, I though to myself.
She was getting tipsy now, and I watched her hands as she
absentmindedly fiddled with her key-ring. The car key was marked as a
Toyota. I paid my bill and left.

Outside, the street was dark and quite. Fortunately, there weren't too
many cars lining the way. Although there were two Toyota's, only one
had a college sticker in the window. "University of Connecticut" The
girl had left the window down a crack. More luck on my part. I
unlocked the door easily, and hid in the back seat. I waited.

Not for long. The red-haired girl came out shortly. She unlocked her
car and got in. She didn't even notice me in the back seat. She turned
on the stereo. Damn. New-wave. I'm the country kind myself. I added
that to my list of reasons to rape and kill her. Not like I needed
any.

The car pulled out onto the street and drove down a few blocks. I slid
quietly up from the back seat, and put a knife to her throat. She
reacted with a jerk and a sharp intake of breath. "Keep driving," I
said, "or I'm going to kill you." Of course, the ways I had planned to
kill her once I got to my safe-area were so painful she might have
chosen to die by the knife. Of course, my read-headed coed bitch had
no fucking clue.

I gave her directions to an out-of-the-way parking lot. It was hidden
from the street by several buildings, but was well-lighted. No-one
ever came here. I guess the city had just forgotten about it. I told
her to stop the car and get out. She did.

"Why are you doing this," she whimpered, "Please don't hurt me."

"Shut up bitch," I told her. Waving the knife, I told her to get
undressed. When she refused, I just had to hit her. I smacked her hard
on her cute face. She stumbled back. I grabbed the back of her head by
her hair and forced her to her knees.

"You're gonna strip for me, little cunt, aren't you?" I tugged
fiercely on her hair to emphasize my simple request. She whimpered,
"Please, please, no..." I smacked her again with my free hand. She
started crying. I hit her again on her face. Bruises were starting to
rise. Finally, her hand raised up and she whimpered, "I'll ... I'll do
it."

"Good", I said, letting her go and stepping back to watch. She stood
up and started to undress. But too slowly. "Faster," I sneered at her,
"I want to see your lovely body naked before me!"

She took of her shoes, her blouse and finally her tight red dress. She
wasn't wearing a bra, so her tits popped free. Not too big. Small pink
nipples. I told her to stop; she was now clothed only in her panties.

Her body was shaking. She folded her arms across her body, looking at
me with wide faun eyes. I stepped up to her and cupped her left breast
in my hand. It was soft and smooth. She shuddered.

"Do you fear me?" I asked. She nodded mutely. "Do you fear me!?" I
screamed at her, savagely squeezing her tit. She yelped in pain and
cried. "Yes! Yes! Oh god don't hurt me!"

"Good." I forced her to her knees again, in front of me. I took off my
pants - my erection was already full size. She closed her eyes. "Kiss
my cock, bitch." She just shook her head. I took hold of her hair with
both hands, and pulled her pretty lips to my prick. "Kiss it! Kiss me
cock. This cock is your master, little cunt. You're going to die for
this cock,"

She started crying again, sobs of fear as I rubbed my aching member
against her face. She made a low sound in her throat. I laughed and
smacked my hard prick against her cheeks - against her eyes - against
her lips. This college bitch trembled in fear before me. Her fear was
a big turn-on.

I turned her around so that she was on all fours on the ground, like a
dog. She looked back at me fearfully. "Don't ... don't rape me!" She
begged. I smiled at her.

"I'm going to beat your ass with my belt now. And don't you cry out,
or I'll kill you." Indeed, her ass needed to be abused. Her butt
cheeks were full and beautiful. I took my belt and stood behind her.
Winding up, a let a hard blow land on her ass. The sound of leather on
flesh was delicious, just as was her yelp and moan. Pain flashed over
her face when the belt landed. Her eyes clouded with tears. I hit her
again. A red welt marked the belts passage on her ass. I hit her three
more times, then she started to mewl. Her eyes rained tears and her
lips trembled with pain and fear. She was so much more pretty like
this, naked, trembling and abused on all fours like a disgusting
animal before my raw power.

I whipped her again, this time lower, on her thighs. Her entire body
jerked. I whipped the soles of her feet, her back, her arms. I landed
several hard blows on her face, crushing her small nose, blackening
one eye. I laughed out merrily as her own blood spread over her face.
It was only then she screamed out in pain. I was amazed she held out
that long. Of course, I didn't kill her immediately, I had other
things planned.

I stopped the beating to admire my handiwork. Her ass, legs and back
were glowing red from the whipping. Her arms trembled violently, and
she collapsed completely to the ground. I laughed, and kneeled down
beside her to roll her over. Her front was untouched.

I looked into my victim's face. Where just an hour before, she'd been
a pretty young girl with glowing features, now it was black and blue
and bleeding. I stroked it, smiling when she jerked as I touched a
spot of broken skin.

I looked down at her chest. Her breast lay like melons against her
body. Her skin was as pink as a newborn baby's. I reach out and
tweaked a limp nipple, evoking a delicious groan from my captive.
Squeezing it harder, I twisted and jerked at it, watching the way I
could contort her boob, listening to the sounds the bitch was making.

"You have nice breasts," I said calmly, lighting a cigarette. When she
saw me moving the red cherry of the cigarette towards her tit, she
cried out, "Oh, no, please!" and tried to roll away. I put my boot on
her to keep her still.

The glowing cigarette came nearer her tender breast. I smiled at her,
because she was looking with so much terror at it. Finally, the hot
tip came into contact with the center of her nipple. Just barely, mind
you, but she jerked and screamed like I'd crushed it in there. Which I
proceeded to do.

The red-head let out howls of agony as I moved the cigarette all over
her tit, relighting it every time it went out. She thrashed and
hollered, but I held her steady. I moved the cig into contact with the
sensitive skin under her breast. It burned prettily.

When the cigarette went out, I took out the lighter. The college
bitch's right tit was a mess of burn marks. "Spread your legs, little
whore!" I demanded. She only moaned, not seeming to be able to
understand me through the pain, so I picked up my belt again and laid
it down hard on her burned breast. She shrieked. I did it again, just
for fun. Then I bent down at her waist and forced her smooth legs
apart, revealing to me her nice pussy. A light mound of hair covered
it. "That's disgusting!", I hollered, "Why don't you fucking shave,
cunt!" Since she wouldn't answer me, I had no choice but to remove the
pubic-hair myself. I pressed the lighter up against her labia. "Now,
this won't hurt me a bit," I sneered.

Flicking the flame on was like throwing the switch for a screaming
machine. I couldn't help but burn parts of her tender vagina while
scorching off the hair, making sure I got all of it. Even after all
the hair was gone, I held it on a few more moments just to listen to
the music. Ah, now, that's much better!

I rolled the bitch over onto her stomach and forced her legs under
her, to prop her ass up a bit. Kneeling behind her, I grabbed her hair
and pounded her face a few times into the concrete. I heard her teeth
break. Blood vomited from her mouth. I laughed, and then stuck her
with my cock. Her cunt was narrow and hot. Although I rammed her as
fast as I could, but I wasn't really getting much thrill from it.
Remembering how she'd quivered before, I took hold of her hand and
brought it up behind her back. Holding onto her hair for thrusting
support with one hand, I began to break her delicate fingers with the
other. I bent back the pinkie till it would go no further, then I
snapped it back even more. When the finger broke, her body rocked with
spasms that caressed my cock. She tried to scream, but only choked on
blood.

Fucking her even harder, I broke the other fingers of her hand. Each
time, she convulsed more violently against me. It felt great. My cock
rammed in and out of her pussy. She wasn't a virgin, but she was
tight.

On the verge of cumming, I pulled out and violently twisted the bitch
around. Straddling her, I let my load blow all over her burned tit.
Her mouth opened and closed around her broken and bleeding teeth as my
juicy cum ran down over her breast and pooled in her belly-button.

I commented, "Agg, that was good, bitch." She seemed to sigh, "but I'm
not done with you yet. You still might go and tell someone about this.
You might even claimed I raped you. Probably would. All you bitches
are alike. So I've got to kill you. But first, I need to take my
prizes."

"Oh please," she murmured almost incoherently, "please don't kill me I
won't tell anyone I promise oh god please I never hurt anyone..." Her
bitching was starting to annoy me, but I knew if I stuck through it
she'd be very quiet very soon and I have some lovely trophies.

Taking out the knife again, I returned to her breasts - the burned one
and the unharmed one, and sliced them off. Now her chest had two red
holes where her breasts had been. I carefully wrapped the breasts and
put them in my bag, to add to my collection.

In a hurry to be done with this now boring bitch, I took the knife and
inserted it all the way up her tight asshole. Then, with one heavy
stroke, I sliced up. Where once she'd had two holes, now she had one.

I stuffed the remnants of the fucktoy into the sewer, and drove her
car away. Looking through her purse, it turns out her name was Amanda.
What a lovely name.