Commentary: I have alot of ideas for this story that I have't put on paper yet or complete developed on paper.
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Disclaimer: ALL EVENTS DEPICTED HEREIN ARE PURELY FICTION AND I AS THE AUTHOR DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTION DEPICTED.
Before you start clicking and reading: These stories depict violence against preteen girls and teenage girls that depicts them getting seriously fucked up and probably fucked in all holes. They are treated like shit and even shitted on; they are treated like human debris in my stories. If you aren't into this, what the fuck are you doing here! These stories for the few who get off on it and those can't admit they get off on it.
As Alocer Loki always said: "Now having got past that I am just going to assume that like me you are a Sick Fuck whom gets off on the rape, and torture of preteen girls if not why are you still reading? Why? get lost."
“Base Ball Bat” Story Codes: M/g, violence, torture, humiliation, scat, ws, snuff.
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Base Ball Bat
By: Mr. Nick Carraway
(Thirteen year-old Monica threatened to call the police on her 20 year-old boyfriend Mauricio when she got pregnant and he didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore. So, he saves her the trouble of having to grow up and kills her with a baseball bat. This is Mack Bolan novel on steroids)
I stopped the car and told Monica I needed to go to take a piss. I expected her to get out because it was hot – 110 degrees and I had taken the keys. Sure enough she got out. I walked back toward her and opened the trunk. A car was coming so I paused. After it passed, I took out my aluminum baseball bat.
Monica looked at me funny and walked up behind me not seeing me because I was behind the truck door, so the stupid “fuck thing” didn’t figure it out until I had landed a full swing into her stomach coming from behind the truck.
She keeled forward onto the pavement with a sharp huff squatting down falling backward onto back. She barely managed to scream as I brought the bat over my head like a large sledgehammer to swing. The bat smashed the side of her rib cage with full force breaking several ribs cutting off her scream. She immediately started coughing up blood and blood started coming out of her nose rolling onto her side letting out halted screams as blood interfered with her respiratory system.
I took an underswing at her face and shattered her jaw knocking out some of her upper jaw’s teeth and leaving her braces dangling on her bridge. Since I didn’t knock it out the first time, I took another swing this time embedding the bat into her mouth riping the edges of her lips. Her face was fucked up now!
She started screaming with a gargle I had never heard before, so I swung at her stomach four times. The first blow cut her off, the second hit made a thud, the third hit with another thud and the fourth reduced her to a twitching. She must have had massive internal injuries after that. With that, I went after her blue jean covered cunt. Again, I swung 4 blows. The four quick blows were like hitting a large piece of meat. Again, it was thud, thud, thud, and thud. I felt her cuntal area give way as the blows proceeded. I must have broken her tail bone to force her female tools deeper into her body.
I stopped to rest and she gave out a low groan. The blue jean covered cunt started to get red with blood and the blood stained through her pants.
I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the tree line. She tried to give out gargled screams, but was choked on her teeth and bent up braces in her mouth. I pulled her about 50 yards into some eucalyptus trees. She was so messed up and her meet my eyes with a pitiful gaze.
I asked, “How are you going to call the cops now? Do you feel so powerful now?”
She wept and couldn’t manage a word. I swung the bat at her knee cap and with 6 hits had hopelessly shattered it.
I walked briskly back to the car to lock it. I quickly wrote a note putting the time and date saying I was out of gas and would be back. I rushed back to Monica.
Monica had made a lame escape attempt. Being that she had a busted up knee she had only crawled 20 yards toward the road. I grabbed onto her hair again to pull her back. She cried as I dragged her. I pulled off her yellow Diesel brand t-shirt and pulled her bra off. She was petrified with fear and shock to resist. She moved around a little but nothing more.
I took 6 more blows to completely turn her other knee cap to mush and she howled like a animal being slaughtered alive.
I unzipped my zipper and proceeded to take a piss on her shattered face. She started to react and whimper since the piss now doubt burned her bloody broken jaw and torn lips. After, I dropped my pants and took a shit on her face. I used her bra to pick up what fell off and rub around on her face. I spat on her face 2 times.
At this point she started to gargle badly, she injuries must have been catching up with her. I used the last moments of her life to read her one of the retarded love letters she wrote me before I knocked her up.
After finishing I noticed that she was breathing less now and moaned occasionally. She moaned an occasional help, but she was fucked. I picked up my baseball bat again and went to work. I wanted to break every bone in her body I could. I didn’t want her to expire right there on her own. I wanted to be in on every second.
I hit several homeruns and decided it would be a good idea to head home. Yet, I was the stupid fuck because as I walked up a CHP trooper was checking my car out. She had already called the cops I thought and I thought right.
The CHP trooper yelled, “Freeze!” as I pulled my piece to get the jump on him. I thought why not another murder, I killed a bitch, now, why not a pig? He went for his .45 Glock pulling it out with a flash as I fumbled to pull out my 9mm. He fired 16 times because he reloaded once, too! He was the departmental pistol champion for speed and accuracy. The first round killed me…and several ethical questions were answered in a hundredth of a second.
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