Mandy
by Jake Baker

Mandy grunted and groaned as I rammed her from behind. I watched her
face in the mirror as she panted, swinging her head from side to side,
"Pleeeaasse -- stooop," she moaned as I fucked with violent intensity.
Her bound hands were stretched out before her, secured to the bed
stand. Her cunt was fiery hot as I stroked it fiercely with my cock.
My long dangling balls slapped against her thighs with each thrust. I
reached out underneath her and squeezed one of her nipples with my
fingernails. They cut into the sensitive flesh, sending new waves of
pain through Mandy.

Just an hour before, Mandy, a young coed here, had been sleeping
peacefully. She had no idea that I had been waiting outside her door,
waiting for her to go to sleep. See, Mandy's in my Econ class, and I
have the hots for her. And when I get the hots for a girl, I just
gotta rape and torture her.

Mandy's a true babe too. Not too tall, she has large tits that press
against the sweaters she wears. Her straw-colored hair frames a nice
circle of a face, with large pouting lips and a small nose. I've often
imagined that face in incredible pain, and it's turned me on. I knew
from the very first time I saw her in class I'd have to make her mine.

So, with far too much ease, I found out where she lived. I waited,
savoring my patience. Then, one night, I walked into her dorm. I hung
around her door for a while, making sure she was asleep, then I let
myself into Mandy's room.

The big-breasted cunt was asleep, all right. Her face was plain to see
in the moonlight. Her mouth was slightly open. Her face looked so
innocent. I shut the door and turned on the light. Mandy groaned with
sleep and stirred. I quickly made my way to her side, and put my large
hand over her tiny mouth. Her eyes opened wide, and she stared at me
with horror and fright. She started to struggle, but I put a knife to
her throat. "Don't move, bitch, or I'll cut you," She, of course, had
no way of knowing I was going to cut her anyway, so she quieted down.

"That's a good girl," I said. I moved my hand from her mouth. "Don't
scream. You and I are going to take a little trip,"

She tried to ask, "Where ..?" but I clasped my hand over her mouth
again.

"Don't ask questions. Put your coat on. we're going,"

All Mandy was wearing was her nightgown (which showed off her curves
nicely) and a coat as we walked out of the dorm together. No-one
seemed to think it strange this young coed was being led by a strange
man outside in the middle of the night dressed so oddly. Thank God for
other people's apathy.

I had the frightened and cold Mandy curl up on the floor of my car as
we drove to my place up on the hill. She was quiet during the trip, so
I told her to tell me about herself. She didn't want to, but I
threatened her with the knife again, so she did. Most of what she told
me, I already knew from my weeks of stalking her. She told me her name
was Mandy Biggins. She was a sophomore at a small local college (where
I'm a senior). She said she had a boyfriend, that she loved. She said
she also loved her family and Jesus. I told her to forget these
things, as, of all of them, she'd probably only see Jesus shortly.
Though, to be honest, I'm not sure heaven'll want her after what I do
to her.

Finally, after driving in circles a while to get her lost, I pulled
into the driveway of my small home. Not big, but much better than most
college seniors can afford. When she refused to get out of the car, I
had to drag her out by her pretty hair. She put up a little struggle
now, in the darkness of my garage, but nothing I couldn't handle. I
put the knife right up next to her neck, and she became very docile. I
led her into my house. Her luscious body was pressing against mine. I
wondered if she could feel my cock hardening through my pants.

I took her past the small living room directly into the bedroom. I was
in no mood to go slowly with this cunt. I had her stand in the middle
of the room as I circled her, enjoying her body as it pressed against
her gown. I ordered her to take it off. "No, no..." she pleaded. I
snarled, "Then I'll do it, bitch"

Roughly, I shoved her to the ground and held her down. I smiled into
her face. Her eyes were wide with fear. She kept muttering, "No, no"
as I took my knife and cut through her nightgown. She wasn't wearing
anything underneath. Her breasts were large and firm, her skin pink in
its nakedness. "Please don't rape me ..." she begged.

I laughed, "Not only am I going to rape you," I said, "I'm gonna
torture you. Then I'm gonna kill you. Then I'm gonna fuck you some
more. What do you think of that, bitch?"

She was crying, there on my bedroom floor. She didn't resist as I
picked her up and laid her face-down on my bed. I tied her hand to the
bedpost. To Mandy's accompanying moans, I started rubbing her ass,
alternating that with sharp smacks that sent nice ripples through her
ass-cheeks. Each time I'd hit them, she yet out a little yelp.

I got undressed and knelt behind Mandy. She tried to strain her head
to see me, but probably couldn't through her tears. I pushed her legs
under her and spread them, so that her cunt and asshole were exposed
to me, ready to be invaded by my cock. Grabbing her hair with one
hand, I started humping her with all my pent-up might. She yelled and
strained a little, but there was nothing she could do. I had complete
control of her body, and violated her with intense pleasure.

After the bit with the finger-nails to her nice nipples, I pulled out
of her. My cock dripped with her cunt-juice. I slapped her ass-cheeks
with my erection. Mandy was groaning, covered with sweat. A shudder
passed through her body as I started to feel her up. My finger probed
into her cunt, around her tiny sphincter, all over her nice thighs. I
kneaded her breasts and twiddled her nipples.

I went off the bed to take a shower. After coming back, I strapped
Mandy's legs apart to the other bedposts so that she was nicely
constrained spread-eagled; I forced a large black latex ball into her
mouth, and kept it there with a generous helping of duck-tape. I went
to sleep with my bound sex-toy beside me. I'd have more fun with her
after classes tomorrow.

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The next day, Mandy was missing from my Econ class. I had to wonder
why (snicker). After classes, I went back to her dorm room. Her
roommate was in when I knocked on the door.

"Is Mandy in?" I asked.

"No," she said, "I haven't seen her all day ... ungh!" The last when I
hit her hard in the stomach. She collapsed on the ground. What a weak
bitch. I rolled her with my foot swiftly into the room, and closed the
door behind me.

Mandy's roommate was a small Asian girl. She looked like she couldn't
be over 17. Her breasts were small and could barely be seen under her
shirt. I took all her clothes off to get a better look.

Like most Asian cunts, Mandy's roommate didn't have a single hair on
her body. I felt her smoothness, ran my hands from her soft small
neck, down over her small breasts, down to her pussy. I knelt beside
her, and put my fingers into her cunt, twisting them around slowly.

Mandy's roommate moaned and woke up. When she realized what was
happening to her, she tried to shriek, but I covered her small mouth
with my hand. I took the other out of her pussy, and punched her hard
on the side of her head. I heard her skull crack, and she went down
again. Her eyes glazed over, her breath came raggedly. I rolled her
onto her stomach, and moved her thin ass-cheeks apart so that I could
look into her asshole. Glancing around the room, I saw a Coke can.
Crunching it up, I inserted it into that tight asshole. It didn't want
to go in; the Asian bitch groaned and drooled, blood flowing from the
side of her head, as I shoved the sharp-edged thing into her ass.
Blood flowed out around it. I took my time with this, watching the
jerks and twists and convulsions the gook's tiny body made at this
incredible invasion.

Then I left her on the ground. I'd come for more important reasons.
She lay there on the ground, drooling, trying to unjam the can from
her ass. As I walked past her, I kicked her on the other side of her
head. Her skull gave another crunch when my boot rammed into it.
"Ungh!" she said intelligently.

I'd come for Mandy's stuff, so I started to gather interesting items
of hers up. I took the teddy-bear off the bed. I got her curling-iron,
and eyebrow-curler. I took her cuticle scissors, and some lipstick.
She had a nice spiked brush I took. Torturing her with her own stuff
would be quite a thrill, I thought.

After filling a bag with these "toys", I went back to finish off
Mandy's roommate. The little Asian cunt was trying to crawl to the
door, oozing blood from both sides of her head and from her asshole. I
snapped just one picture of her helpless, struggling, in pain like
that.

I knelt by her head, lifted it up by her nice shiny black hair. Her
mouth gaped and she looked at me with glazed eyes. "No, no," I said,
"You don't get to leave,"

I smiled at her as I took out a ball-peen hammer and showed it to her.
She managed to get a groan off. After gagging her with her panties, I
started working over her head with the hammer. I broke her nose in
three places; cracked the ridges around her eyes; tapped it against
her bleeding temples; all over her face and skull I made little dents
and cracks, until her entire head was a mess of blood and swelling
bruises. She screamed through the gag. Violently at first, but then
more and more sluggishly as little pieces of bone started poking their
way through the smooth skin of her skull and face. Her body convulsed
prettily beneath me. After many minutes though, she was too damaged to
scream, and soon after that, she died as one of my hammer blows
pierced through her shattered skull and dug into her brain. I smiled
at the metaphor. Asian people are supposed to be the brainy types,
aren't they?

I took another picture of the dead Asian, making sure to get her
disfigured face. My cock was stiff and tall as I walked out of her
room, bulging under my pants. After such a prelude, I'd be sure to
have a fun time with Mandy tonight.

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When I got back, Mandy had made a mess on the bed. My entire room
stank of urine and shit. I yelled at the bound, helpless cunt on my
bed, "Why'd you do that, you stinking whore! Now I'm gonna have to
clean that up!"

Roughly untying her hands and feet from the bedposts, I yanked Mandy
by her pretty blond hair off the bed onto the floor. She moaned and
curled up into a ball. I took the soiled bed-sheets and threw them
away. They were no good now. After that, I unbound Mandy's wrists and
ankles, giving them time to circulate. I ungagged her and demanded she
tell me she loved me. When all she did was cry and beg like a stupid
bitch, I slapped her face until her pale cheeks were a nice red. I
grabbed her jaw and squeezed until she said slowly along with me, "I
love you,"

I laughed at her when she started to cry again and retied her; this
time with her hands above her head, attached by a cord to the ceiling.
After feeling her up a bit and slapping her nice tits some (oh, I also
regagged her), I went into my makeshift dark-room to develop the
pictures.

When they had developed, I took them to show my captive Mandy. I told
her what a beautiful roommate she had; I described her screams to her
and the pretty sounds her skull made cracking. She sobbed and choked
through the gag. Twisting her right nipple between my fingers, I told
her I was going to hurt her much, much, worse. The look of fear and
despair on her face was quite exhilarating.

I opened up my bag of stolen toys to show Mandy. Just because I love
metaphors, I took out her teddy bear first. I made a deep cut with a
knife where its asshole would have been, and I jammed her curling iron
into it. Holding it up in front of Mandy's tear-soaked face, I fucked
that teddy bear with her curling iron a long time. Then I choked the
"life" out of the teddy bear.

The tears were flowing freely from Mandy's eyes now. First, I touched
them, spread them around her face. Then I licked them, tasting their
sweet salt. Mandy shuddered. Her face was smooth and wet. I moved my
tongue over her eyes. She closed them, bit I pried them open with my
fingers again, and licked her eyeball. That must have been some sight
for her! My thick tongue slowly being dragged against her eyeball!

Then I started to work slowly down her body. My heat rose as I licked
her thin neck, her shoulder blades, her armpits; lingering above her
breasts, then down her belly, along her thighs, then right into her
sweet pussy. Licking her off as her body shuddered with pleasure
involuntarily as she cried. Just that she wouldn't enjoy herself too
much, I took her clit between my teeth and bit down. Mandy's body
arched at this new unexpected pain. I kept my teeth locked on her
pleasure-spot, shacking it back and forth, teasing it like a dog
teases a small animal it wants to kill. Mandy thrashed and screamed
through her gag. The sounds were indeed beautiful, but eventually I
had to let go.

I stood up, and placed both hands on Mandy's melon breasts. As I
squeezed, I whispered to her, "Did you like that, Mandy my little
cunt? Hmm. did you? 'Cause I did, and I'm gonna do that, and things
much more horrible to you, in the next few days. Then your gonna die.
Slowly and painfully. I want to feel you squirm as your last breath is
forced painfully form your body."

Licking her ear, I added, "Good night, Mandy. Pleasant dreams." I
laughed as I shut the door on her.

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Friday classes ended, and I drove home with mounting excitement. So
far, I'd been only toying with Mandy - teasing her, getting her ready
for the weekend. And now the weekend had come. My palms were all
sweaty on the steering wheel when I pulled up the short drive. Walking
in the door, I was in a good mood, so I called out, "Hi, Mandy, I'm
home,"

I walked into my bedroom. She was still hanging from the ceiling,
slumped down, awake but exhausted from the strain on her arms. A pile
of shit and piss was forming under her. I smiled at her. "Ready for
some action tonight," All Mandy did was moan slightly.

I took off my pants and started stroking my cock. I walked around
Mandy, admiring her nudity. She had a stunning body. I played with her
tits some. While I was twisting her nipples around and around, I heard
her moan and try to say something. I took off her gag. "What do you
want, slut?"

She said, "I'm hungry." in a weak voice. An idea came to me, and I
smiled.

I unhooked Mandy from the ceiling, and unbound her hands. I laid her
down next to her pile of refuse. She lay, exhausted and terrified. I
slapped her tits until she started coming around. Then I rolled her
onto her stomach. I sat on her ass, my balls pressing against her nice
skin, and grabbing two handfuls of her hair, maneuvered her head
around to look at the pile. I told her, "That, bitch, is what you are
going to eat!"

I slapped the back of her head when she cried, "Noo..." I slammed her
face into the carpet. "You're gonna be a good bitch, understand. Your
gonna eat your shit for me!" She made more groans and tried to roll
away, but I forced her face closer to the shit. I slid over a mirror
so I could watch her while sitting on her butt.

I held her smeared, tear-stained face an inch above her excrement. She
closed her pretty eyes and grimaces. "Lick it, bitch," I yelled,
accompanied by another slap to her head. I lowered her nice face into
her shit slowly. I watched it smoosh into her chin; slowly I forced
her tan face into the reeking pile. She tried to thrash her head and
cried, "Noo ... nooo ... please .. not this!"

But my hard-on grew with each of her screams. Then her mouth was
pressed against the shit, and she closed it. Then her nose went in.
Finally, her whole pretty face was submerged into the pile of piss and
urine. I held her there a while. Oh, boy, did she thrash! I suppose
suffocating in your own shit would not be fun. But this little whore
was making my cock real hard, making it jerk and pulse, with her
wrigglings and strugglings.

I raised her face up before she suffocated. Where her face was not
stained yellow and brown from her excrement, it was blue from lack of
air. As she sucked air, I told her, "Lick it all up, or you'll drown
in it!" I smacked her head again, just for fun.

I forced her head down into the pile again. "Eat it. C'mon, eat it,"
Her eyes shut, but I reached my hand around and forced her jaw open. I
used her open, gaping mouth to scoop some shit into. She gagged, and
tried to spit it out, but I slammed her jaw shut and yelled at her,
"Swallow!" I pinched her nose closed to add incentive. After several
moments of trying to spit it out, her whole tiny face pinched up real
pretty as she swallowed the mouthful of shit. She gagged and choked,
started to thrash about wildly. I beat her body into the floor until
she subsided.

"Now, bitch slut whore," I said to her ear, "do it again."

And she did. I made her. Very slowly, making sure she tasted every
bite of her own feces she swallowed. Little by little that pile of
shit disappeared, taken into Mandy's sweat mouth. She grimaced and
almost puked several times. But she finished it, her eyes bunched up,
lips torn into a grimace.

Finally, she was done. All the shit had disappeared inside her. All
that was left was a stain on a the carpet. The feel of her soft ass
beneath me made me horny.

I got off her, and forced her out spread-eagled. I laid her delicate
cheek on the stain on the carpet. Tears washed away some of the shit
by her eyes. She was very pretty this way, too. She made a good
toilet.

Then I knelt down behind her. My fingers kneaded her asshole; they
played with the flesh around her pussy, sometimes darting in. I drew
circles around her asshole, pushed the tip of one finger in a bit.
Mandy groaned.

"You liked that, huh?" I asked, "You liked me make you eat your shit.
Now I'm gonna continue the metaphor. I'm gonna fuck you up your tight
ass. What do you think of that?"

Mandy just groaned. Her stomach heaved a bit, and regurgitated shit
drooled out of the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were beginning to
glaze over. I decided this bitch needed a good waking up before I
fucked her.

Leaving her prone and helpless on the floor, I went to my box of toys.
I took out a short rope lash and some chains. A surge of hormones made
me lick the cold metal. I carried them over to where Mandy lay.

Reaching underneath her, I grabbed a fistful of her ample tit flesh,
and yanked her up. She came up off the carpet with a mewl of pain and
scrambled for her feet. Once she got them, I shoved her onto her knees
again, her shit-encrusted face mere inches away from my cock. "Your
pretty dirty there, bitch. Let me clean you off,"

With that, I pushed down my cock so that its purple tip almost touched
her face, and let go with a spray of urine. I moved my cock around,
making sure to hose all the shit off of her. She gasped and choked.
She tried to raise her hands to her face, but I grabbed them, easily
taking both of her thin wrists in my hand. Feeling amused, I let
pushed my cock up against her nostril and watched her head convulse as
my yellow piss sprayed up her nostril. She spewed it out her mouth. I
laughed.

Once her face was adequately clean, I pushed her down onto the floor
again. I grabbed her wrists, weak and shivering from the torture I was
making her endure, and tightened cold metal shackles to them. Then I
did the same to her twitching feet, and connected their two chains
together with another.

Now she was laying on the floor, chained up like a bitch should be.
Tears were welling in her eyes. She mouthed words asking me to stop my
delicious torture, but I ignored her. Instead, I forced a urine soaked
rag into her mouth to shut her up. Her beautiful eyes went wide.
"C'mon, bitch," I said, "You should be used to the taste of piss by
now,"

I rolled Mandy over onto her side, so that her bare back and beautiful
ass was exposed to my attentions. I rubbed her first. Her flesh was
still creamy and soft. Keeping one foot on Mandy to keep her steady, I
started heating a metal rod with an acetylene torch above her. She
could hear the flame, hear the metal heating up. She cringed with
expected pain.

But no matter what she imagined, it could not possibly be more painful
than what actually happened. Once that rod of metal was red hot, I
gently touched it to her back. Her flesh sizzled and popped where it
touched. Through the gag, Mandy let out a scream like a pig. I moved
the rod down her back, making stripes up and down with it. Her
creaming was terrible to hear. It made me hard. Pulling her up by her
hair, I threw her over my lap and started beating her ass with the
rod. It smacked and burned her. She writhed under my care. My cock
bulged against her flesh.

I screamed at her, "Cunt bitch slut whore! You deserve this! And this!
And this! You're not worth any better, bitch!" I thwacked her with my
heated rod again and again, her body beautiful with sweat as the smell
of burning flesh filled the room.

Smack, smack, went the rod. Mandy struggled and thrashed about,
seeking to somehow avoid my attentions. But she could not. I held onto
her firmly, not allowing her to escape her punishment. Her howls of
pain through the gag became louder and louder, and then weaker and
more whimper-like as she lost the strength to scream. Only then was I
certain my bitch was ready for a good ass-fucking.

Putting her chained-up body on the ground again, I kneeled behind her.
Her backside and ass-cheeks were blistering and red. I ran a
fingernail down the length of the wound. Mandy jerked some. I kneaded
her ass some, then spread her butt so I could look at her asshole. It
was small and tight. I put the index finger of my right hand up
against it, rotated it around the ring of flesh. Her asshole quivered.
I poked the finger inside to the first knuckle. That asshole was so
tight! I put another finger in and then pulled them apart to see how
wide her shitter could stretch. It expanded to less than an inch
before I could pull no further without damaging it. So of course I
did. The crinkly skin grew taunt and then started pulling apart,
dripping a little blood. Good lubrication.

Laying down on top on Mandy, I placed my cock up against that nether
opening. I pushed relentlessly forward, until the head of my prick
popped inside. Her butt-muscle clenched against this intrusion. I
pushed further, feeling her heat, feeling her tight, quivering asshole
clench at my cock. When I got my prick in all the way, I pulled out
until almost all the way, then rammed forward hard. I kept ramming
her, harder and harder, inside her tight asshole. The abused Mandy let
out shrieks of pain as I rammed her, paying no heed to what might hurt
her.

After several minutes of feeling my balls slap against her pussy, I
finally came, deep inside her shitter. I lay on top of her a moment,
exhausted. I was tired, I needed a break. So I retied Mandy to the
bead. Just to keep her happy while I was away, I took a block of ice
from the fridge and secured it over her left tit. When I left the
room, Mandy was shivering with the cold. I turned on the
air-conditioner all the way so the blocks would last longer.

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That night, a friend of mine called and we went out to the bard
together. I forgot all about Mandy. When I came home the next morning,
she was still laying tied-up on the bed. The block of ice was
still-partially there. The room was ice cold. I turned off the air-
conditioner and went to get breakfast while the room warmed up. Then I
went back in to see Mandy.

Her left breast was blue, and in patched black. Gangrene. It was
shriveled up and small. Mandy's head lay lolling to one side ... but
her eyes were open, and she was drooling. For some reason she'd been
unable to sleep. Low moans came out of her mouth.

"Morning, Mandy my dear slut," I said brightly, "Ready for some more
fun today?" Here eyes grew foggy and she moaned louder. I took it as
an emphatic yes. That's the good thing about kidnapping women - you
never have to care what they feel.

First, I decided, I'd warm up her frozen left tit. I started blowing
on it and rubbing it fiercely with between my hands. I worked her
breast like I was rolling bread-dough. At first it was hard to find
adequate breast to do this with, but eventually, it started to warm
up. Mandy was kind enough to go into another batch of screaming for
me, just so I'd have something sweat to listen to while I worked on
her. How thoughtful.

Mandy's body was stretched out on the bed for me to as I wanted to
with. There was no rush for me to do anything more. So I turned on the
TV and started watching cartoons. While I did so, I fit a bit of
rounded wood to an electric drill. Sticking the bit of wood in Mandy's
cunt, I turned the power on and absently pushed it deeper into her
cunt as time went by. Mandy's screams and struggles (muted now by days
of pain and torture) almost distracted me from the TV. An hour or so
later, I decided it was time to have some more fun with my fucktoy.

Turning off the TV, I found that I'd reduced Mandy's cunt to a
bleeding pulp. Now, who would have foreseen that result. I sighed. A
cuntless bitch is a worthless bitch. So I got rid of her. I killed her
slowly. First, I repeated the drill-bit process with her asshole. Of
course, by this time, she could hardly feel anything, so I had to use
an extra large piece of wood and push it in extra deep while the drill
whirled it round and round and shredded her insides to elicit a
reaction from her.

Finally, for the coup-de-grace, I pinched Mandy's nipples shut and
shoved my hard cock deep down her throat, so that she couldn't breath.
I always like killing girls this way - suffocating on my dick. The way
their face turns purple slowly is great, and their gaggings on my
hard-on are exceptionally fun. And Mandy was no different. Right
before she died, I unleashed a load of cum down her throat. Now she'd
have to taste my cum all the way into the afterlife.