Be Careful

tags: M/f, semi-cons, first, oral, rape, stabbing, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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After putting on my jacket, I stopped in front of the mirror that hung in the hall, just next to the door. I wasn't looking at anything in particular, just waiting for my mom, but despite the fact that her home office was just a few feet away, she didn't seem to have noticed me.

“Mom, I am leaving!” I said a moment later.

“Be careful.” she answered back, her voice muffled as the door to her office was closed, as always.

“Yes, mom.” I said as I grabbed on my backpack. “I might be back late today, I want to pass through the bookstore on the way back!”

I waited a few more seconds, hoping for another answer, but there was none. She was deep into her work already and I knew she wasn’t listening to me.

Feeling dejected, I opened up the front door and I left, heading to school. I was just a bit late, but not too much. If I walked fast I would be there in time to avoid detention.

Outside, the cold morning air made me shiver despite my jacket. The sun shone weekly through the clouds, giving no warm, and from time the time, a wind gust would pick up the trash that littered the street, making it fly through the air.

With my hair still wet from the shower, I was soon freezing cold, but it was too late to go back for something warmer. Instead I lowered my head and I walked a little faster, hoping to get to the school as soon as possible.

A few blocks later, I turned to the left, into the forest that run along the middle of the town. It was a shortcut that saved me 20 minutes of walk, and though not many people used it, I liked it.

The forest ground, still covered in leaves from the autumn, was wet from the morning dew and a low mist hung in the air. To some it might have looked like an enchanted forest, right out of a book, but to me there were no monsters lurking around.

They might have thought twice about entering, but I didn’t.

Without a second thought, I walked deeper into it, and my mind started to wander. First towards school and the day ahead. I briefly wondered if I had done all the homework, and then I thought about mom and her work. Finally I came to the dream, the same I had almost every night.

Lost in my own thought I didn't notice the sounds until it was too late.

Then suddenly something cracked in front of me, and when I looked up I saw a man, standing in the middle of the path.

He might have been 20 years old, or maybe a little more, and two heads taller than me. He was leaning calmly against a tree as he looked at me, a smile in his face.

“Hello!” he said cheerfully, as I took a step back.

A second later I heard someone coughing behind me, and I whipped my head around, as my heart started beating furiously inside my chest.

“Hello, miss.” said another man, much older than the first.

He was a bit taller than me, but much bigger, almost round. His dark hair stuck up from his head in all direction, though his beard, big and bushy, was neatly combed.

Trapped between the two, I suddenly realized my mistake, but it was too late.

The two men looked at me for a while, apparently enjoying my fear, until suddenly the younger one started chuckling.

“It's not polite to ignore people, you know?” he said to me as I swallowed nervously.

Still frozen in place I looked around me, hoping to find a way to escape, but the path was narrow, and the vegetation along the sides thick. The only way out was past them.

“I… I’m not… supposed to talk to...strangers…” I managed to say, hating how scared I sounded.

The man in front of me looked at me in confusion for a few seconds, his face twisting in concentration.

“We are not strangers. Stephanie, don't you remember me?” he said, sounding confused.

And before I realized my mistake, I shook my head.

“I am not Stephanie, my name is Chloe.” I said, hoping someone would come along soon.

“Ahhhh, Chloe. I am sorry, I know a Stephanie that looks just like you.” he said, sounding relieved. “Anyway, let me introduce ourselves. That man over there is Brian. Brian, this is Chloe.”

I turned around just in time to see Brian waving at me, a big smile appearing in his face.

“And I am Daniel.” he said. “There, were are no longer strangers, are we?”

Before I realized what I was doing, I nodded slowly, as a chill ran down my spine.

“What do you want?” I managed to ask them, my voice barely a whisper.

“Chloe, you know what we want.” Daniel said as he approached me.

A moment later I felt Brian’s hand landing on my shoulder, holding me in place. I turned my head around a second later, just as he raised his other arm casually.

He was holding a long machete, the blade almost two feet long and several inches wide. Even in his big hand, it looked impossibly big. The blade was painted black, but even in the dull, cloudy light it managed to shine as he showed it to me.

I gasped in shock as panic flared inside of me and I started trembling in fear.

Then Daniel stopped in front of me, holding a knife in his hand. Unlike the machete, this one was smaller and only half as long. The blade, though, had edges on both sides and even from a distance it looked impossibly sharp.

“We want you…” he said, smiling warmly as he ran his hand free along my face, caressing me almost tenderly.

Closing my eyes, I whimpered quietly as another chill ran down my spine, and suddenly I knew who they were.

“Ohhh…. god… it's you…” I whispered as he nodded, his eyes shining from the excitement.

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I still remember the day this all started. I was almost a year ago, and I was coming back home when my mom called me, her voice filled with panic. She asked me if I was okay, and where I was, speaking so fast that I barely understood what she said.

A moment later she told me to wait there, and she came to pick me up in her car, despite the fact that I was just a few blocks away from home.

Once we were back, she on the TV were the sheriff was giving a press conference. Looking uncomfortable, he stood in front of the cameras as he confirmed that they had found the body of a girl. They didn't yet know who she was, and they gave no more information about what had happened, but I could understand my mother's panic.

Her name was Anna, and she was the first girl, though she wouldn't the last.

The police said that they would give more information about what had happened as soon as they contacted the family, but as it always happens, there was a leak and the information went public.

Anna had been raped and then stabbed to death. Before leaving her body behind an abandoned house, the killer had dismembered her, cutting off her legs, arms and finally her head, which had appeared on the front door of the house, like a grisly Halloween decoration.

We lived in a relatively small town, and though people were killed from time to time, it was never like that, and never before children. People panicked, of course, and more so a few days later when the police said that they had no clues.

A few weeks later another girl suffered the same fate. She was called Sophie, and like Anna, she was raped, stabbed and then butchered. They found her body inside a dumpster, behind a bowling alley.

The police tried to deny it, but there was no point. There was a serial killer in the town, and suddenly no one felt safe. Rumors started running around, saying that someone had seen someone suspicious, or that other girls had been missing before Anna and Sophie, but were simply never found.

It always turned out to be a lie, or just wrong information, but people kept repeating it, adding more fear into everyone else's minds.

The very next day they found Sophie, I remember that they called the entire school into the gym. A cop gave us a lecture, hoping to calm us. He said that it was just a matter of time for them to catch the man responsible, that they were working on some clues they had found, and that while they did, we should follow a few simple rules to be safe.

We were not supposed to go out alone, always in pairs, he said. Numbers made us safe.

We were not supposed to talk to strangers, either, and if in doubt we should ask an adult or even better to a cop.

We were also not supposed to go out into isolated places. It would be easier to be taken in a place like that, where no one would hear us call for help, he said.

I listened half heartedly as I watched my friends nodding, their eyes full of fear.

Near the end, he said that if Anna and Sophie had followed those rules they would still be alive, but I disagreed. To me it seemed to imply that it was their fault that they had been killed. Maybe because of where they were, what they were doing, or they clothes they were wearing that day.

It wasn't the killer's blame, but the victim’s. They are always easier to blame, especially when you haven't caught the killer yet.

I wanted to say something, maybe point out that most abuse cases happened inside the victims home, done by someone they knew, either a father, an uncle or a brother, but I was too shy to speak in front of the whole school, and if anyone else thought the same, they kept quiet too.

The talk ended, the cop left, and the next day the school was full of posters repeating the same thing he had told us.

For a while it even seemed to work, as there were no knew deaths for a few months. Everything seemed to return to normal, and people started to calm down. It was then that another girl disappeared and the panic returned.

Her name was Stephanie, and I we had known each other when we were little. I don't remember when or why we stopped talking, but I remembered her face and that she seemed to always smile when we saw each other.

Like before, she had been raped, stabbed to death, and then dismembered. Her body spread around and empty football field during the night. The janitor found her the next morning, and unable to stand the sight, he ran towards the police station.

It was around the same time that I started having the dream, though back then it was more of a nightmare to me.

I was never able to talk to anyone about it. My mom had gotten a new job, and though she now worked from home, she always seemed to be busy and she never had time to talk to me. My dad had left us years ago, and the teachers didn't seem to be the right person to talk  to.

For awhile I thought I would talk to my friends about it. Surely one of them would understand, but I was too scared of what they would think of me. Maybe they would call me a psycho, or worst. What if they told others?

So I kept quiet, as the nightmare happened almost every night, until it stopped being a nightmare, and it became a dream.

In it, the same man as always approached me as I was putting my books away in my locker. I didn't know what time it was, but we were always alone. He said something that I couldn't understand, but it didn't seem to matter. I would follow him silently as he took me deeper into a place I didn't know existed.

From there we went down some stairs, into a dark and dusty basement. Once the he ripped my clothes off before he threw me to the floor.

I knew that the idea of being raped should have been horrifying and disgusting, but in my fantasy it wasn’t. The moment he started undressing me, I became aroused and I could feel my body responding.

Once naked, he forced my legs apart and he raped me, forcing his cock into my pussy. As he fucked me, as he used me for his pleasure and despite the pain, I would always moan in pleasure as my pussy dripped between my legs.

Despite my cries for him to stop, he always fucked me as hard as he could, pounding me against the floor until my body ached. But it didn't seem to matter how brutal he was. I always felt my orgasm growing inside me as I held my breath, trying not to scream.

Deep down, I knew, that if I waited just a little longer, that if I had more time, I would surely be able to cum. It was the only thing that seemed to matter to me, but the dream was always the same, and just before I did, I would always wake up.

Whenever I woke I was always covered in sweat, the bed sheets tangled around my body, and my breathing fast and shallow.

I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't stop it, and from there it only grew worse.

A few weeks into my dream, I woke up with my panties soaked through with my juices for the first time. Filled with panic, I ran across the hallways towards the bathroom, praying that my mom wouldn't find me like that.

But despite the panic I felt at first and how ashamed I felt, I was always aroused, burning for the release that I had been denied.

I knew it was wrong, that rape was something horrible, but if anything, when I woke up I felt cheated. I didn't understand why I felt that why, but I did.

After a few months like that, I fell into a routine. Every other morning, after I woke up from the dream, I would ran towards the bathroom. I would wash my panties so that my mom would suspect anything, and then I would take a long, hot shower, as I played with myself.

I would always fantasize with him, the man from my dream, thought I never saw his face. In my mind, my hands were his, and he was pushing his fingers deep into me after he finished fucking me, driving me towards my orgasm. I didn't take too long for me to cum, and when I did I always felt the world around me exploding as I trembled in pleasure.

The mixture of emotions I felt at that moment would have been hard to explain, even if I tried.

After that, a few months passed and nothing happened. The town held its breath, knowing that sooner or later another girl would follow.

The posters remained in the school, but by then they had been forgotten.

I was still crossing the forest on my way to school every day, alone, but I never felt scared. I didn't feel like I was out looking for him, but the idea, if anything, aroused me. Maybe he was out there, watching me as he hid along the trees. Waiting for the right time to catch me, just like in my dream.

But nothing happened, and 6 months after Stephanie had been killed the town seemed to have forgotten about her and the other girls. From time to time the media asked the police, if they had any clues as to who had raped and killed the three girls, but the response was always the same.

They were working on it, and any information they gave would jeopardize the investigation.

I always thought it was their way of saying that they had no clue of where to look. That they were waiting for him to strike once more, hoping that this time he would a mistake, so that they could find him.

The only question in my mind was who it would be the fourth girl.

And despite everything, I never thought it would actually be me.

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“You are not gonna run, are you?” Brian asked me, his hand gripping my shoulder. “You don’t look like a runner to me…”

Unable to speak, I shook my head, knowing that I wouldn't.

“What a shame, I like it when you girls run…” he said a moment later, sounding disappointed.

“Chloe, look at me.” Daniel said a moment later, and I did. “You are going to follow us, nice and quiet, right?”

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, but even then I found myself nodding. He smiled once more, putting his knife away behind his back and then taking my hand.

Then he started walking along the path, and I followed him. Brian followed us, just a few feet behind me. He was whistling quietly as he moved, every step making the ground beneath him tremble.

A few hundred feet later we turned off the path, cutting across a clearing and then into another small path. Despite having crossed that spot a couple of hundred times before, I had never noticed it before, but it wasn't surprising. It was well hidden along the bushes, and from a distance it was impossible to see.

We followed it for a few minutes more, getting deeper and deeper into the forest. The trees became taller and taller, until the light barely reached the ground. His hand gripped mine loosely, but it didn't matter. I was too scared to do anything, as suddenly my dream became all too real.

A moment later we arrived at the edge of a small gorge, were once a creek used to run. The rocky walls towered at either side of it, and boulders filled the space in between, splitting the gorge into many small areas. Looking at it from above, it seemed impossible to get down, but there was a narrow path, leading down into one of those areas, and like before I followed him without a word.

Once at the bottom we stopped, and I looked around, hoping to find a way out, but the only way out was the same steep path we had taken to on the way in.

A moment later I jumped in fear as a loud twang filled the small space. I turned around in time to see Brian’s machete, now stuck into a lone tree that was growing on the bottom of the creek, quivering from the force of the blow.

Walking ponderously, he approached me as he smiled.

“You are so pretty…” he said as he stopped in front of me. He was shorter than Daniel, but still a head taller than me, and he must have been twice as heavy.

“The prettiest...  so far.” Daniel said behind me as I trembled in fear.

“How old are you, Chloe?” Brian asked me.

“I’m… 19…” I lied, but his face showed me he didn't believe me. “15…”

“That is more like it. It's not okay to lie, Chloe. Especially to your friends.” he said as he started running his big, meaty hands, along my hair.

He closed his eyes for a second, his face twisting in pleasure as he touched me. A moment later his other hand found my back and he started caressing me. My backpack was in his way so he pulled it off, throwing it towards Daniel who took it without a word.

Free to explore my back, he started running his hand along it, moving lower and lower with every second.

Soon he pressed his body against me, burying his face against my neck. His heard itched terribly but I kept quiet as he started kissing it. Then his hands found my ass and he started touching it, pinching me from time to time.

I stood frozen in place, as I tried to calm myself. I could feel the heat, coming off from his body as his hands roamed all over my body. The he found my breasts, and he started kneading them painfully.

Behind me I could hear Daniel laughing softly as he watched us, and then I felt Brian’s hand on my jacket.

He had found the zipper, and with practiced ease, he pulled it open before he ripped it off. Under it I was wearing a sweater, but it did nothing against the cold air that surrounded me.

Soon I was trembling even harder than before, but he wasn't finished.

Just like in my dream, he started undressing me. He stopped kissing my neck just long enough to pull my sweater off, and then without stopping he ripped my shirt open. The buttons flew off everywhere as he pulled it off from my body

Then his hands found my jeans and he started pulling from them, trying to rip them off.

“Stop…” I said, and before I realized what I was doing I pushed him away.

There was no way for me to win against him, but he took a step back, still smiling as I panted heavily. I still had my bra on, but it offered no protection against the cold.

“Please, stop…” I pleaded weakly.

Then Daniel was behind me, his hands running down my naked back, sending shivers down my spine.

“Chloe… You know it won't make a difference.” he said, his voice warm and sympathetic.

Unable to answer, I looked at them as they stood at either side, towering above me.

“I am a gentleman, Chloe. I can't say the same for Brian. You better not anger him…” he said, taking another step back.

When I looked toward Brian once more, his smile was gone. He was looking at me, his eyes full of hunger and lust, and when he moved forwards once more, his hands going towards my waist, I panicked.

“No! Please!” I pleaded as I hung my head in shame. “I will do it…”

He stopped a second later, nodding eagerly as I unbuttoned my jeans. Trembling from the cold and the humiliation, I pulled them down towards my feet, only to realize that I still had my shoes on.

Cursing myself for my stupidity, I untied them as fast as I could, as my body erupted in goose bumps. I managed to push them off without falling, and then I finally managed to pull my jeans off.

My barefoot, my feet sunk softly into the earth and the wet leaves that covered the ground, sapping what little warmth I had left.

Wearing only my panties and my bra, I stood between the two, trying to cover myself with my hands.

Then Brian returned, and he started kissing my neck as he pressed his body against mine. Unlike before, this time I welcomed him, savoring the warmth he gave as he his hands roamed all over my body.

Humiliated, I closed my eyes as he pinched my ass and my breasts, making me yelp from the pain.

Then he stopped, taking his hand under my chin, and he pulled my face up. I opened my eyes just in time to see him leaning closer, his parted and then he kissed me. I stood frozen in place as he forced his tongue inside me, and his touch became even more urgent.

I could feel his hands moving between my legs, searching for my pussy, and before I realized what I was doing I pulled my legs apart, giving him more room.

Moments later I felt his fingers brushing my pussy for the first time, just over my panties and I shuddered in pleasure. Before I realized what I was doing I started grinding my hips against his hands, as my face buried in humiliation.

“You like it…” I hear Daniel whispering in my ears as he stood behind me.

I shook my head as Brian kept kissing me, but there was no denying it.

A moment later Daniel unclipped my bra and he pulled it off, leaving me breasts free. Brian wasted no time, and soon he was kneading them once more, roughly pulling from them as I moaned in pleasure.

Then he stopped all of a sudden, leaving me panting and out of breath. I could still feel my face itching from his beard when he pulled his pants open. His hand disappeared inside them, and when it came out again he was holding his cock in one hand.

He was already hard, and as he stroked it lazily, he looked into my eyes with hunger.

“Suck it.” he ordered me.

I wanted to say no, to shake my head, as suddenly the fear returned and I realized what was happening, but I didn't.

Instead I moved closer to him and then I kneeled. My knees sunk into the ground as I watched, mesmerized, at his cock just inches from my face.

It was the first time I had seen one, and I suddenly realized that I had no idea what to do with it.

As if sensing my problem, he took my hand, guiding it towards his cock. When I grabbed it, it felt hot and feverish. I was much harder than I expected, and my hand barely managed to close around it.

Soon I was pumping it as he had done before.

But I knew what he wanted, at least in theory, and soon I leaned forward, opening my mouth as I swallowed him for the first time.

The taste struck me almost instantly, a mixture of piss and stale sweat, but I didn't dare pull it out, so I stayed in place, running my tongue all over it as I tried to please him. Soon the taste faded away, and above me he started grunting in pleasure.

A moment later one of his hands returned to my hair as he ran his fingers along it. Then his hand clamped firmly around my head, and he started guiding me, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.

I tried to relax, but it wasn't easy. I felt my head bumping against his belly as he kept pulling from my head, and then I started gagging on his cock as it reached the back of my mouth.

Soon my mouth started flooding with saliva as I felt my stomach twisting inside me. Worst of all, unable to breathe, my lungs started burning for air.

I started pushing against his hips, desperate to escape, but he was much stronger than me and I soon realized it was useless.

Thankfully, a moment later he finally released me, and I pulled back, breathing deeply as I filled my tortured lungs with air. My throat hurt too, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation I had felt as he fucked my mouth.

A moment later he grabbed me again and without needing to be told I opened up my mouth, swallowing his cock. I sucked him as best as I could, trying to please him as I remembered Daniel’s words, but it wasn't the only reason.

Just like in my dream, I felt my body responding. My pussy became moist, and soon my juices started soaking into my panties.

And then that familiar feeling I got after I woke up from my dream spread along my body. I started to feel something warm growing inside of me as I endured as best as I could, until like before, he stopped.

“Enough.” he said, taking his cock in one hand.

It was covered with my saliva, but it didn't seem to matter to him. Without taking his eyes from me, he took a step back and he sat on a small boulder. Moving quickly, he pulled of his jacked and then his pants along with his underwear. After putting his shoes back on, he pulled something from one of his pockets and then he rose.

With practiced ease he opened up the package in his hand, pulling out a condom which he slipped over his cock in one swift movement.

I looked at him in confusion as he grinned.

“Yes, I know, strange, isn't it? But we can't leave any trace behind, otherwise they would find us.” Daniel said behind me, sensing my confusion.

“Lay on the ground, Chloe.” Brian ordered me. “Face down.”

I nodded numbly, knowing what would happen next. A mixture of fear and arousal filled me in equal parts as I did as I was told.

The ground was beyond freezing cold, and I winced as I laid my body on it. Mud and wet leaves stuck to me instantly, and I felt it sapping my heat once more, even faster than before, until my fingers grew numb.

The ground shook as Brian stepped over me, his feet at either side of my hips.

Leaning down, he ran his fingers over my back as I trembled in anticipation. Then he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties, and he started pulling from them. I felt he fabric digging painfully into my skin and I raised my hips, hoping to lessen the pain.

Sensing the opportunity he slipped them down my legs before the threw them away. Now completely naked, I waited for him as I laid on the ground.

A moment later he lowered himself on top of me, his immense weight pinning me in place.

I whimpered weakly as a burst of panic grew inside me. Then I felt his hands pushing my legs apart, giving himself room, and his hands found my pussy and he pushed a finger inside of me.

I grunted in pain, as despite my obvious arousal, I wasn't ready for it. I shuddered soundlessly as he moved it around me, trying to stretch me or maybe just for the pleasure of it, but a moment later he pulled it out, apparently satisfied.

Without another word he grabbed his cock and he pressed it against my pussy, searching for the entrance. I could feel the latex wrapped around his cock as he pushed a little harder, until he finally found it and he moved forwards.

Holding my breath, I dug my fingers into the ground, grunting as the pain blossomed inside me.

Brian wasted no time, and soon he pushed himself fully inside me, filling me completely. The sensation was both painfully and exiting, and soon the pain started to fade away.

“Ohhh, she is so tight…” Brian moaned as he started fucking me. “And she is wet, too…”

There was no denying it, as I could feel my juices dripping down my legs as he started pounding me against the floor.

I wanted to lose myself in the sensation, to relax into it, but I couldn't. His weight was crushing me against the ground, making it difficult to breathe, and soon my lungs were screaming in agony once more.

I could only manage short breaths, but they were never enough.

Oblivious to my problem, Brian kept fucking me, slamming his cock into me as I struggled under his weight. Unable to escape, I could only pray for it to be over soon, but the minutes seemed to stretch on forever.

Above me, I could feel his hands running along my back and his beard against my neck as he kissed me.

And he was brutal, too, just as Daniel had said. Soon my hips started to hurt every time he pounded me against the frozen ground. My breasts, already tender from his previous abuse, screamed in agony as he started pushing me along the ground.

“Nooooo… please…” I pleaded weakly, but he simply laughed.

A moment later I opened up my eyes and I saw Daniel, crouching in front of me. He was watching us with lust in his eyes, and I felt my body responding, even as I struggled to breathe under Brian’s weight.

For some reason I felt ashamed that he could see me that way, and I wished for him to go away, if only until it was over.

“Is this your first time, Chloe?” Daniel asked me as Brian leaned even more weight on me.

I nodded desperately as I tried to pull myself up, hoping to manage one deep breath, but it was useless.

“Really? I find that hard to believe…” he said with a smile on his face. “I bet you love to masturbate, though, don't you?”

Despite everything, the abuse, the pain, the numbing cold, I felt my face burning even harder in shame as I looked away.

“I bet you use a dildo when you do. Or one of those deodorant cans. I heard girls use those sometimes. They are about the same shape and size after all, aren't they?” he said, chuckling softly.

Closing my eyes, I suddenly remember those mornings under the shower, as I played with myself, just like he said.

Then I felt Brian’s hands grabbing my hair as he started pulling from it, forcing my head back and putting a tremendous pressure on my neck. Unable to breathe I struggled under him as he moved even faster than before, and then without warning he stopped.

Above me, I heard him grunting wildly, his body spasming in pleasure as he finally came.

“Ohhhhh….” he moaned as he collapsed on top of me, crushing me completely.

This time I couldn't breathe at all, but I didn't have the strength to struggle anymore. I simply laid on the cold ground, his body on top of mine, as I prayed for him to get up before I suffocated.

Luckily, a moment later he did. I felt his cock leaving me as my pussy gaped open for a few seconds.

I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with air as I sobbed quietly. Now that it was over there was only pain and cold left in me, and I felt dirty and abused.

Standing next to me he stretched his back, groaning in pleasure before he pulled his condom off his cock. He tied it carefully and then the picked his pants from the ground. From one pocket he pulled off a rag, which he used to clean himself off and then he wrapped the condom inside.

Whistling again he started to get dressed, ignoring me completely.

Shivering from the cold, I rolled over, laying on my back as I pulled my legs closed. My pussy felt sore from his abuse, but I didn't dare say anything for fear of angering them.

Instead I looked up into the trees as the wind blew along the tops, shaking them. Leaves kept falling all around us, looking almost like big, fat snowflakes.

Then Daniel appeared above me, and I looked into his eyes.

“It's my turn now, Chloe.” he said.

I nodded numbly as I tried to get up, but he shook his head.

“No.” he ordered me. “Stay like that.”

Then he moved around me, and I pulled my legs apart for him. It didn't matter anymore that he could see me, not after what Brian had done.

Without a word he stepped in between my legs before he kneeled on the ground. He was still dressed, I thought for a second, but the fact it was soon gone from my mind.

A second later I felt his hands on my pussy and he started playing with it, his fingers dancing between my lips and around my clit. I closed my mouth, struggling not to moan, but it was useless. I could feel my hips, moving on their own as he pushed one, and then two fingers inside of me.

Then I finally gave up, and I started moaning loudly.

Unlike Brian, he was gentle with me, and soon I felt my body responding to his touch. I felt incredibly aroused, and as I closed my eyes I fully surrender to him.

“Please…” I heard myself whispering.

A moment later he stopped for a moment. I heard his undressing, and a moment later he pushed himself into me. He was using a condom too, and for a moment I wanted to ask him to pull it off. I wanted to feel him inside me, not the cold and smooth latex, but I knew he wouldn't.

When he started fucking me I shuddered in pleasure. I was ready this time, and I had no trouble accepting his cock. The soreness I felt before disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling that started to spread inside me, filling me completely.

I wanted him to go faster, but he didn't. His hips moved slowly, pushing his cock in and out of me as I gasped in pleasure.

At some point it became too much for me. I need more, and I wrapped my legs around him, pushing his cock deeper into me. I heard him laughing softly in between his own moans, but it didn't matter.

Just like in my dreams, I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer as he fucked me. Nothing else mattered, and as I held my breath I concentrated on that feeling, feeding it as it grew like a fire inside me.

But a moment later, much too soon for me, I heard him grunting, and like Brian before him, he picked up his pace.

“No… not yet, please…” I begged uselessly, but it was too late.

A moment later he came, and then he stopped, leaving me both close and impossible far away from my own orgasm.

Now that it was over, he got up quickly and I looked at him. His pants were around his ankles, and he was panting hard. He looked flustered, and as I watched he cleaned himself up, wrapping his condom in another rag.

After he pulled his pants back up, Brian returned. He had the machete in his hand, and the sight of it filled me with dread. I suddenly remembered all the girls before me, and I finally knew what had really happened.

Trembling, I laid on the floor as the two men watched me in silence, until finally Daniel spoke again.

“You were about to cum, weren't you?” he asked me, though he already knew the answer.

With my face burning in shame, I nodded softly.

He smiled again, looking at Brian for a second before the other man moved around me. He stopped just above my head, before Daniel crouched next to me.

He ran his fingers along my face, caressing me tenderly as he brushed a few of the leaves that were stuck to it.

“I can help you cum, if you want.” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Do you want me to, Chloe?”

I was suddenly terrified of him, but despite the fear, I nodded silently, desperate for release.

He nodded too, and before I knew it he was kneeling between my open legs once more. Without a word he started playing with my pussy once more, just like he had done before.

I gasped in shock, and this time I took my hands towards his, stopping him even though I didn't know why. But Brian grabbed them a moment later, pulling them high above my head. He dropped his machete on the ground, right next to me, and he pinned my hands against the ground.

Unable to stop him, I whimpered pathetically as he resumed his work, his fingers dancing around my clit with practiced ease.

Panic grew inside me, but despite it, or maybe even because of it, I felt my body responding. That warm sensation inside me soon became a roaring fire that consumed everything in its path, and I felt my hips moving once more, searching for his fingers.

A second later I felt something cold and hard on my stomach and I saw his knife laying on top of me.

“No… please…” I begged as I realized what it meant. “I don't want to… please…”

But as he slowly shook his head, I knew they wouldn't listen. I was too late for that.

“Take a deep breath, Chloe. Come on, do it…” he whispered as he kept working me.

I wanted to stop, hoping that they wouldn't do it if I didn't cum, but it was impossible. I felt myself getting closer and closer to edge, as if I was sliding towards a cliff with no way to stop myself.

My mind filled with panic, but despite that I did as he said, filling my lungs with air as I tensed my body, trying to get ready for what was going to happen.

“That’s it… once more, come on!” he said, guiding me as I moaned in pleasure.

“You knew this was going to happen, from the moment you saw us, you knew, and yet you followed us. You never fought… you want this, even if you can't admit it.” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Above me I could hear Brian grunting as he laughed softly.

And though I wanted to deny it, I couldn't. I had known it was them, and what they would do to me. I followed them, I didn't struggle. And now I was going to die. I started sobbing, suddenly afraid of what it would be.

I was terrified of the pain, I always had, and as I remembered what they had done to the girls before me, I couldn't stop myself.

I started weeping, tears streaming down my face even as I kept grinding my hips against Daniel’s hand. Because despite everything I felt more aroused than ever, and I was just at the very edge of that cliff, looking at my orgasm as it finally appeared in front of me.

Just a few more seconds, and I would be there, just like in my dream. Though this time I knew I wouldn't be waking up.

All of a sudden I felt something cold moving between my pussy lips, and when I opened my eyes I realized that the knife was gone.

“Nooooo!” I moaned as I realized that Daniel had pressed the knife’s tip against my pussy.

“Chloe! Look at me!” he ordered me.

Despite the panic that was growing inside of me I did as he said, looking into his eyes as he pushed the knife just a little deeper, until I could feel the tip disappearing inside of me.

“Take a deep breath and hold it.” he ordered, and then he said no more.

Fighting blindly in my panic, I tried to pull my hands down, but Brian held me down mercilessly, and between the two I was trapped.

Meanwhile, Daniel’s hand had kept working on my pussy, pushing me forward despite my struggles. Soon it would be all over, and I knew I had no way to stop them.

So instead I closed my eyes once more, laying my head on the soft ground and I took one last breath, filling my lungs with the cold, crisp air, before holding it in.

And then without warning, he drove the blade forwards and into my pussy. The edge cut me without mercy as he forced it as deep as he could, and I could suddenly feel his hand pushing against my pussy lips while he held the knife firmly in place.

Pain exploded inside me, filling my mind with agony as I grunted wildly. I felt myself flopping on the ground like a fish, desperate to escape though I couldn't.

Then he pulled the knife out in one swift movement, the edge scraping against my hips, before he plunged into me again, and then again, and again.

He was fucking me with the knife, just as they had done with their cocks and doing unspeakable thing to my most intimate parts. And then, before I could realize what was happening, I finally came.

The world around me exploded in a show of light and pleasure as I finally let go of my breath, and everything else seemed to disappear.

There was only me, and the knife, moving in and out of my pussy as it fucked me without mercy. But there was no pain, not then. I felt euphoric as all the frustration I had felt since that first dream was finally released.

Lost in the sensation, I wanted it to last forever, but I knew it couldn't. I never knew how long it lasted, thought if felt way too short for me, but soon I returned to the real world.

Daniel was still fucking me with his knife as his finger played with my clit. I felt my pussy, now destroyed beyond repair, bleeding as something warm puddled under me.

The pain returned then, but it didn't seem that important. I was happy, and for a brief moment I wondered if the other girls had felt this, just as they died. It pained me that I would never know for sure.

Then I realized that the cold was gone. I felt a warmth feeling spreading along my body as I relaxed once more. Brian had released my hands at some point, and I managed to hug myself, holding my breasts tenderly as I bleed to death.

“That’s it, Chloe… relax. Just accept it…” Daniel whispered above me as he finally stopped.

A moment later he pulled his knife out of my pussy for the last time, and he got up. His hands were soaked in blood, my blood, I realized, and the knife had pieces of flesh stuck to it.

I shuddered as I imagined what I looked like between my legs and the idea filled me with dread, but thankfully I would never know.

The world around me started to fade away once more as my body reached its limit. I became numb and the pain slowly disappeared, then I closed my eyes as I became tired. I wanted to sleep, and I knew I would.

“She is smiling…” I heard Brian saying above me.

“Yes…” Daniel said a second later, his voice filled with sadness. “She is....”

I felt a shiver running down my spine as I heard his voice, fading away. I wanted to thank him, even though I knew it would sound silly, but my mouth seemed to be filled with cotton and I couldn't speak.

Then I felt something pulling from my hair, and with a tremendous effort I managed to open my eyes one last time.

Brian was crouching on the ground next to me, one hand pulling from my hair as he forced my head up. The other was holding the machete high above his head.

With the last of my strength I managed to lift my chin a little higher, just as the blade started to come down towards my neck, ready to cut my head off.

Time seemed to slow down, stretching the moment as I heard it whistling through the air, until the effort became too much and I closed my eyes.

And then I was gone.

 

 

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