She fucking knew better. Seriously, a petite little thing like her can’t keep bumming rides and expect to live. I spotted her on the road and called my pervert friend. I could hear him slapping his cock in glee as I described her firm, young body. I knew his demons and what he planned, so of course, I agreed to stop by and help him out.
Driving home a bit later, she was gone and I knew he had her. It was his game, picking up tender teens and taking them to hell. His own private hell back in the woods. He’d use them, fucking every hole on their body before poking a few of his own, and fucking them, too. He loved to peel the skin away from their faces, just leaving a bloody gash to shove his cock into. He’d cut off their tits for dinner, and cut them from asshole to pisshole. The more they screamed, the harder his cock got. He was fueled by torture and pain, which made me his immediate friend. You know I’m hardcore with the pain and blood fetish.
I pulled up behind him, deep in the woods. I could hear her screams already. He was laughing. Poor little cunt thought she’d run, not knowing that these woods were booby-trapped. A spiked tree had caught her mid-section, ripping her tits open, and she was bleeding profusely. He had her on the ground, jabbing his fingers into her open wound as he viciously pumped her ass. I stood and watched, fingers in my panties, rubbing my swollen clit. Just as he was ready to cum, I grabbed his hand and slipped one of his bloody fingers into my mouth. And then I slit her throat. …..
He left her lying there on the ground where the critters would gnaw her carcass. Her bones would join the dust of our other victims. We got back in the car and drove away, already looking for our next victim.
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