WOODS PUSSY
Rape, torture, snuff M/F f 

    It was just dumb luck that I happened  to look down at that moment. I was flying over some really pretty small mountains that seemed to be mostly uninhabited. I had passed  over a small road a couple of miles back but other than  that there were very few signs of human life. Old logging sites and skid roads gone to brush and a few old mine sites but not much more.
    Then I looked down and there it was. A real log cabin, house really, two story with a full porch down one side. A small waterfall was off to one side with the creek turning to pass in front of the house. Set in the upper end of a small rather wide valley it was a lovely spot. What caught my eye though was a flash of bare skin in the splash pool below the falls. Realizing that it was girl flesh I saw I quickly punched the landmark button on my onboard GPS system and started climbing. After gaining enough altitude to make me hard to see or hear I headed back to the location where I saw the skin. Be the time I got there I had the camera unit deployed and aimed. 
    There she was. Her naked body filled the screen. She was maybe twelve or thirteen. Blonde, tall, willowy, and cock hardening. Small tits and a small tight ass. Pretty as hell to boot. Just skinny dipping in her side yard without a care in the world. I circled her for perhaps ten minutes. Then I started looking a the rest of the setup. House, one four wheel drive pickup, an ATV, and a small four wheel drive John Deere tractor with a loader. The truck had not moved in a while judging from the grass growing around the wheels. A spare perhaps? No sign of any other people except a well used parking spot by the porch. Wage earner  gone for the day maybe? Clothes hanging to dry in the sun out back. What’s this? A whole line of clothes and nothing that says male at all. Jeans and tees and small work shirts but no jockeys, no boxers, no larger sized stuff at all. Most of it looked like it would fit the nymph fairly well. 
    I traced the trail back to the road. About seven miles with all the twists and turns. It crossed the creek at well used fords four times and there was a closed gate at the bottom. Widening my search I found another old but passable logging trail coming in from the other side of the ridge line to end about a mile from the house. A long mile of rough country. Still?
    Figuring I had spent enough time stooging around  I went on my way. A week and some money later I had answers. The report from my very own private investigator was quite complete. The house was owned by a Wendy Palmer, widowed three years ago, one child, female. Mother was thirty six, daughter Cloud [ what kind of a name is Cloud anyway? Better that Moon Unit I guess.] almost fourteen. Mom is a free lance writer that works at home most of the time but right now was traveling into town daily to work with some guy on a project. Went to town three or four days a week but never on either the weekend or on Monday. Kid home schooled. I had a target and I went to work.
    A couple of weeks later I was watching the house from the top of the ridgeline. It took some work to get there without being too obvious about but my  four wheeler got me close and then I had hiked in. I was ready to stay for a week or longer if that’s what it took. One reason I’ve been able to get away with my sport for so long is I’m willing to invest time and money to avoid surprises and to make sure things go as planned. If necessary I would come back again but I doubted it would be necessary here. It was now Thursday and I’d been watching since Sunday afternoon. I thought I had everything planned out. All I was waiting for was to see if mom went to work in the morning. That would be perfect. I hate having to handle two at once. I had looked very carefully and unless they had a satellite phone stashed somewhere there was no way to contact the outside world at all. Hell, they didn’t even have a  sat TV dish. There was electricity thanks to a small hydro plant installed at the falls. There was even a nice ladder up the cliff so they could work on the water intake there. I thought about using it to get down but discarded the idea. Too easy and the second place some nosey cop would look right after the road  in. Besides  it was in plain view of the house. No, I would rappel down the highest and most forbidding part of the cliff. Cops always think everybody uses the easy way. The place I picked was also out of sight of the house and had good cover most of the way there as a bonus. 
    Friday mom went to town and I went to work. From watching I had learned that the kid always did her chores right after mom left and then she had the rest of the day for whatever she wanted. As I had hoped I was as close to the house as I could safely get when I heard the back door slam and then the sound of an axe hitting wood. The little dear was cutting the stove wood for the day. I moved in.
    Reassured by the study sound of wood splitting I got inside the house and went to the kitchen and waited for her co come in carrying the wood. The axe stopped and the sounds of wood being moved tipped my off. Within a minute she came in loaded with an armload of wood. She never had a chance which is the way I like it. As she entered I came out from behind the door and placed the shock gun to the base of her neck and let her have it. She collapsed bonelessly  with only a small scream that was cut off when she hit the floor. Stunned and in agony from the shock she was only vaguely aware of anything else as I threw the cuffs on her wrist and ankles and placed a bag over her head. In less than a minute I had her well under control and she was mine to do with as I pleased.
    Having gotten her under control I did a little preparation for when mom got home. A quick trip down the trail and I had a motion sensor installed as a doorbell. Now if anybody showed up I would have at least a minute or two to prepare a welcome. I recovered my backpack with it’s goodies and returned to the house. When I got back the kid had managed to worm herself partway down the hall but the short cord linking her wrists and ankles limited what she could do a lot. I scooped her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. It was only a minutes work to install a few screw eyes on the bed and in the exposed beams on the ceiling. Once the eyes were installed I removed her leg cuffs and quickly tied each leg to an eye in the ceiling. After pulling the cords tight she was left with her legs pulled up and open which I expected would do great things to my access to certain parts of her body once her tee and pants were out of the way. Two more cords secured her wrists to the headboard of the bed and I took a break, its always nervous work transferring bonds. 
   Her room was about what you might expect from a thirteen year old girl. Lots of frills, pictures of horses and cats and all the usual junk. It was really a nice room and it was too bad it was about to become a chamber of horrors. Her nice safe bed was to become a central part of her rape and whatever might follow. I returned to the task at land, namely removing her clothes. She sobbed and begged when she realized what was happening but it did her no good. With snip after snip the scissors cut the sides of her shirt from the waist to her armpits and then across the top to her neckline. Leaving the rag in place to cover  her braless tit’s a gave her pants the same treatment but spared her undies for the moment. I wanted to see her face when her rags came off so the bag was removed first. Her eyes were red from crying and fear. Then she figured out that if I were going to let her live I would not have wanted her to see my face and she really lost it. Hysterics all over the place. I let her carry on for a while and then gave her a couple of good slaps across the face, nothing too bad but enough to quiet her down. She finally just laid there looking at me with those big blue eyes, pleading with them for me not to hurt her. OK kid, right.
    I started out simply. The tee shirt went away with a simple pull on first the top half and a harder one on the half under her body. The eyes got huge and the lower lip quivered. She had a nice little pair with the emphases on little. Only about four or five inches across and maybe a couple high when she was on her back. Very small light nipples sat just off centered high and to the outside decorated them very nicely.  They were a good start and given time might have grown into a nice set. Oh well, sucks to be her. The pants followed a few minutes later. Now she was back to begging and crying. Her legs were as nice and long as I remembered from the pictures I took from the plane. At a second look I realized that she was not that tall. I had somehow decided that she was at least five four or maybe even taller but I had been fooled by her slenderness. Her legs were long for her height but she was only a tad over five feet. There was a nice small waist above hips that were just starting to flare.
    The panties were last and I took my time but then she was naked before my eyes. Her slit was small and still not much more than a cut in her small mound. There was a just a few very fine blonde hairs at the top of her opening. She looked so tasty that I ignored the noise she was making and dropped my face to it and started eating her without even touching it first. It was small, tight, and very tasty. For some reason she did not seem to enjoy it. Her loss. I ate her for a long time and when I came up for air she was still sobbing. There’s just no pleasing some people. I spent some time exploring her body with both my hands and my lips. Boldly going where no man had even gone before. I had a nice trip. 
    By now she was sure I was going to rape her next and I thought about it. In the end I decided to give her some pain first. Not too much but enough to show her what pain really was and to convince her that I could and would hurt her just for fun. There was lots of time for the rape later. Besides I’m not as young as I used to be and I had a big weekend planned and wanted to pace myself for the long haul. The very first slash of the wire coat hanger down the length of her little slit got her attention big time. The second took her breath away and silenced her screams. The third reduced her to whimpers.  By the fourth one after I changed targets to her tits she had found her voice and was screaming wordlessly. 
    I still had several hours before mom returned but I wanted to have everything ready so I left her there awash in her pain and completed my preparations. It took me about an hour to set everything up for when mom got home. There comfortable living room had been turned into a place where all their dreams and hopes would die. From the balcony ropes were hanging, there was a good fire in the wood stove so there would be nice hot coals later, and I had ransacked the house and shed for handy tools and other useful implements. Its rather amazing how much stuff most houses have than can be used against the owners by an evil person.   
    Little Cloudy was still there when I returned but she had stopped crying and was watching me with fear in her eyes. That was good. She had learned that there was evil in the world. Evil that now stood looking down at her young nude body. The slashes from the wire marked her rather well and made her look even sexier. Just to insure she got the point I placed a piece of plastic wrap over her face and watched as she started a panicked effort to breathe. I let it stay until she passed out before I removed it and allowed her to breathe once more. Now she was sure about evil and she had received a small preview of what dying was like if I was feeling charitable. I decided I had waited long enough to sample this tasty little dish.
   Her rape was all that I could have hoped. I went down on her once more to ensure that she was wet and ready to receive me. Others may like dry fucks when they rape but I want to slide right in. Dry fucking makes my dick sore anyway. I spent some time teasing her by just sticking it in a little way and then pulling it back. After a few minutes of this I was fairly sure that she now thought that she was being really fucked and that it wasn’t all that bad. I disabused her of that notion with one savage thrust that shattered both her idea and her cherry. My God did she scream when that little bit of tissue tore.  I was big enough that every time I went deep I bumped her ovary with the head of my dick. I’ve been told it feels like getting hit in the nuts but I don’t really know that for a fact. Anyway she didn’t seem to enjoy it at all. However I thought it was just fine so what she thought didn’t really matter. 
    When I came deep inside her tight hole she just went limp. She had been raped and the idea sort of overpowered her. I let her lay and searched the house for anything worth stealing. I really didn’t need the money but I figure why waste things. I found some money and a few other things. I also found what I would need when I left. Then it was almost time for mom to get home and I had to set up the show.
    The show worked perfectly. When Wendy walked in the front door she was greeted by the sight of her only child hanging naked with a broom stuck up her cunt until the big end was almost touching her slit. Looked like she had been impaled to death but in truth all I had done was to cut the broomstick until there was only a few inches in the girl. Still it froze mom in her tracks and gave me all the time in the world to stun her just as I had done to the kid. 
    Let me tell you about the mom. Once I got her stripped and secured I spent some time looking her over. She was a larger version of the kid. Blond, blue eyes, small firm tits, narrow waist, small hips, nice long legs. Had a cute pussy too. For the next two days I raped both of them several times. They really hated the ass fucking part of it but too bad. Mo was almost as tight as the kid in spite of several years of marriage and a kid. Both got well whipped and had the shock stick stuck in every hole that had. Hot iron erased nipples and clits. Oh man, I just loved burning away the kid’s clit while mom got to watch. There’s something special about doing a kid while mom watches helplessly. Finally it was Sunday night and time to end it. I looked at my handiwork’
    Both had been raped and butt fucked several times. My prick and other things had been inside them lots of times. You really should try fist fucking a fourteen year old sometime, it’s a blast. Neither had any nipples left, their clits were burned away, the pussy lips had been cut off, big nails had been stuck through their tits, forearms and hands broken in several places, ears cut off, as well as other minor damages such as molten lead poured into their piss holes.   In short they were a mess. 
    Now at the end mom was tied in a chair and was watching as her baby was hanged slowly from the balcony in the living room. No drop at all. Just a knotted rope around her neck with the knot under her chin and lifted off the chair to be left to hang. Took her a good ten minutes before she stopped wiggling. Made me hard as rock so I cut her down and fucked her corpse before I took care of mom. Mom went easy a plastic bag over her head and a bit of tape around her neck solved all her problems. 
    I spent a while cleaning up and washing the carcasses with bleach just in case some smart guy decided to look for DNA. Flushed them out inside too. Grabbed everything of mine and then rehung both bodies. That was to insure that they burned nicely. The last thing I saw as I went over the ridgeline was the house going up in flames. I doubted anyone else would see either the flames or the smoke. I kept an eye on the news from the area for a couple of days and sure enough on Thursday there was a story about how a mother and daughter had been killed by a fire in their backwoods home. They had been found days later when concerned friends went looking for them after Wendy missed her appointments. No mention of even a suspicion of foul play. Just two dead in a tragic accident. All because I happened to glance down at just that instant in time and space.