When I think about being a young girl and sneaking out to the woods to play on the old wooden swing hanging from the big oak tree by barbed wire with the early morning fog swirling all around me it makes me want to fuck up any little girl I see that only knows her back yard with flowers and a play house and a shiny swing set.
My friend and I were talking about it and he decided he would build me a swing like the one I used to play on. I love swinging on it but now I want to go get a young innocent thing and bring her out here. So the two of us go on the hunt for the perfect little girl to fulfill the twisted fantasy that is consuming me.
I can hear the blood pumping in my ears and the sound is deafening. I can feel my cunt getting wetter as the excitement and anticipation builds.
We spot her playing in the grass and we wait for the right time. As I scoop her up in my arms and cover her mouth to muffle her screams I inhale the scent of her hair, it smells so fresh and clean. Not for long innocent one, not for long.
He drives away while I hold her in the back until we get to the edge of the woods. She looks so pretty in her little white dress with her long jet black hair, the color of the midnight sky.
I shove her along in front of us and she falls several times, scraping and scuffing her knees. By the time we get where we are going, they are bleeding and raw and my cunt is cumming uncontrollably.
We tie her to a tree and I watch as my friend ravages her body in the cool night air. I love watching the abuse and masturbating and cumming while he has his way with her.
By the time the mist of the early night comes out, her dress is tattered, blood is dripping down her silky white skin and her head is hung in defeat and shame.
I put her on the swing, she has no energy to fight and the sight takes me back to my younger days as I cum over and over again.
We will kill her together as soon as the sun sets completely and the storm that has been brewing unleashes it’s fury.
I want to hear her scream in unison with the thunder as I watch her tortured and disfigured face covered in rain and illuminated by the lightening that will be streaking the sky.
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