Going for a Walk
by Jake Baker

I was just going for a walk. That's all. Me and my walkman. Like
normal. Sure, I'd gone a little far this time, out past the outskirts
of Ypsi, but my roommate was having a party, and if there's anything I
hate, it's parties.

So I was walking along, and I see, up the street a distance, a slim
figure jogging. Now it's getting dark on this deserted road (I know
where to go when I want to be alone), so I don't notice it's this
really pretty petit blond girl until she's almost past me. A
highschooler, I thought.

And then the most surprising thing happened. Without my being aware of
it, my left arm snapped out and caught her with a clothesline. She ran
smack into my arm, and fell over. Some weird instinct, I guess. And
although 'I' didn't have anything to do with the following, it was
certainly not my intentions to harm this pretty lass, I cannot say
that some part of my is happy for doing this:

I looked down at her. She was just starting to get up, giving me wary
glances. She was wearing a white cut-off and blue shorts. She got up,
looked at me with startled doe eyes, and I hit her again. Smacked her
really. Hard across the face. She let out a yelp of pain and fell
again, this time face down.

I straddled her body and sat down on her ass. I could feel her tender
young skin through all our layers of clothing. She started kicking and
yelling, pounding the ground with her hands. "Get off me! Get off me!"
She was practically screeching.

I pressed her face back into the ground, and moved mine close to her
ear.

"Now understand this, cunt," I said, "I'm gonna hurt you real bad. And
you can scream all you want. Please, be my guest. And then, I'm gonna
kill your young ass. You ain't never gonna see your loved ones again,
little bitch!"

I was smiling as I told her this. She started crying. I stood up,
grabbed her by her long hair, and dragged her into the woods. Her hand
clawed against mine, trying to free herself, trying to relieve the
pressure on her scalp, but to no avail. I wasn't about to let her go.

When I got her a ways into the woods, I slammed her up against a tree.
The air went out of her lungs with a harsh cough. Holding her head
still with one hand, I made a fist with the other and started beating
her. A couple punches into her exposed midriff. A crack against her
jaw. All the while, she was trying to fend me off with her hands, kick
at me with her legs. But she was young and weak.

I kept on hitting her until she went limp in my arms. Not unconscious,
but she'd stopped struggling. Her face, belly, and upper arms were
bruising from my assault. Tears rolled out of her puffed up eyes. I
let her go and watched her slither to the ground. She huddled there,
letting out weak moans of pain.

It was getting dark, so I hurried and forced her clothes off. I ripped
her thin t-shirt and threw it away. Rolling her over, I forced her
legs apart and held her slim wrists in one hand while removing her
white bra with the other. Her tiny underage tits poked free. They
barely lifted off her chest. I rolled one of her nipples with my free
hand. She let out another moan. "Like that, mmm, bitch?" I asked. She
moved her cracked lips, but nothing came out.

Picking up the limp girl, I threw her face down over a nearby log, so
that her ass was sticking up in the air. I violently removed her
shorts and panties, along with her shoes and socks, just to get her
completely naked. Her ass and legs were thin and smooth. I ran my
fingers down one of her cheeks, then slapped it hard. She let out a
yelp of pain, and tried to twist around, some resistance being reborn
in her. A hard smack to her skull had her slumped, moaning, over the
log again.

As I removed my pants, I said, "Now that's a good girl. All nice and
ready to be poked. Where should I go first, hmm?" I picked a two-inch
thick branch from the forest floor. "Oh, I know! How about you little
pussy? Bet you're a virgin, right" The girl didn't answer. No that I
expected her to. It was a rhetorical question.

Now that I had my pants off, I walked up behind her. Spreading her
thin legs with mine, so that my penis was dangling over her crotch,
just barely touching it before it started rising. With one hand, I
spread her pussy lips. She felt nice and tight. Now that I was
touching her privates, the girl began to squirm again, so that I had
to keep her down with one hand. With the other, I maneuvered the thick
branch against her pussy. "You're gonna like this," I snickered.

Rotating the branch back and forth, I started pushing into her vagina.
Bits of bark broke loose and imbedded themselves into her pussy skin.
The girl's head leaped up and she started screaming. Good. This was
the sound I was waiting to hear. It made my prick spring full upright.
To make the chorus louder, I began thrusting the branch in and out of
her hole, twisting it to make it more painful. Her head whipped about,
her mouth bawled and begged me to stop. Silly girl. Of course I
wouldn't.

As I watched this stick ram in and out of her, bringing forth some
blood, my eyes traveled to her buttocks and curved back. These, I
thought, need some attention as well. So, still grinding her on the
stick, I removed my braided leather belt from my pants on the ground.
I pulled back with my arm, and let swing against her right buttocks.
*SMACK* it went, creating a bright red mark where it'd hit. This
brought about a new wail of pain from the teenage girl. I drew back
again. *SMACK* Against her left buttocks. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
against her back and her beautiful legs. She was caterwauling by this
time, her tiny body asheen with pain, twisting back and forth so
prettily. I stepped up my pace, both with the branch and with the
whip. Her screaming never stopped, but became hoarse after about ten
minutes of this.

When my arms grew tired, I stopped beating her with my belt. She was
crying, letting out weak moans. My prick was so hard, I just had to
fuck her as the last of the light faded.

I removed the branch from her pussy, and watched her lips creep back
together. The girl was panting hard. Must have enjoyed it as much as I
did, *snicker*

Moving up behind her, the bright red and blue bruises all over her
body hidden in the darkness, I positioned my cock against the crack of
her tiny asshole. It felt so warm. Reaching out under her, I grabbed
two handfuls of breast. This was hard, considering how small hers
were. But I stretched them to get a bigger handful. *ENNGGHH* my
darling little highschooler went, too abused to make human sounds.

Using her tits, I rammed myself hard into her asshole. Even so, her
narrow shitter gave way slowly. Sliding in, she started making this
high-pitched, rabbit-like noise. Then I started to fuck her. Hard and
fast. Ripping out her insides, I pistoned my hard cock in her asshole,
her screams and bucking making me even harder. Here insides tore as my
cock made a passage for itself. Shit leaked out around my cock. Ram
ram ram ram, her small body shook with the violence of my fucking. My
hand mauled her tits even further, stretching and twisting them as far
as they'd go, and then further. I felt flesh stretch apart in my
hands. Such was the fury of my assault that when I pulled out, there
were bruises on the skin around her asshole.

But I was about to cum, so I leapfrogged over her and grabbed her head
with my hand. "Suck!" I screamed, and forced my shit-covered cock into
her tiny mouth. She gagged and choked, but I pressed my cock all the
way in to the hilt, and held it there. Her gagging around it just made
me cum harder.

And when I came, I exploded into her. I came for almost half a minute,
pumping her belly full of hot sperm. She pain etched face wrinkled
with disgust at the taste of shit and cum. When I at last pulled my
shrinking cock out, she puked all over the forest dirt. "Filthy
whore," I said in disgust. The filthy whore had just fucked me with
her asshole and ate my cum. Only true whores do that. She must be
punished.

I remained standing in front of her until she looked up at me with
pleading eyes. When she did, I pissed on her. A yellow stream of hot
urine coating her face, hair, getting into her nostrils, her ears, her
mouth. She puked again.

When I was done, I sighed with pleasure and leaned up against a
nearbye tree. I lit a cigarette and smoked. Some time must have
passed, and it very dark when my tortured, abused girl rose up from
over the log and started to walk away. Very calmly, I pulled out my
.22 (can't be too safe at night. Lot's of weirdos about) and shot her.
The round glanced off her shoulder. She fell, too weak to move. I got
up, put my pants back on, and shot her three more times: once in the
other shoulder, and once in each leg. This way, she'd never make it
back to civilization, and would die a slow, painful death.

I retraced my way out of the trees, sure that she'd never make it the
ten feet to the road ever again, and walked home. By the time anyone
found her, there's be nothing to identify me whatsoever. Just a maggot
eaten corpse. Nature's way, so to speak.