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Gone Fishin' (snuff)
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Plato is dead.
Warning: The following story contains non-consentual rape, torture and
snuff of a teenager by her brother and his friend. Consider yourself
warned.
Gone Fishin'
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" Hey. Mom, where'd Liz go?"
That was Pete. Pete's my age. Liz is his older sister. We needed to
find out where she was.
See, we'd got to talking earlier. We were in his room, watching
some porno flicks with the volume turned down, discussing girls.
You see, Pete and I are a lot a like. At only sixteen each, were far
more mature for our age. We both have to shave. We're rejected by
the rest of our peers, so we pal around together. We're share very
similar tastes, in all matters.
So I was talking with Pete, and Pete said, "What kind of girls do
you find attractive?" He hadn't actually used the word 'girls'. He'd
said 'bitches'. See, several weeks ago we admitted to each other that
we both thought more about rape than girlfriends; more about
sticking hot needles through girls' tits than sucking them, more
about abusing them than loving them. So we started to refer to girls
in derogatory terms. It turned us on. "Girl" or "woman" makes you
think of them as people. "Whore", "bitch", "cunt", "slut" makes you
think of them as what they are - fuck toys for the men of the world.
Only the bitches've convinced most men they have rights, and so
most men don't take advantage of them as they should.
I thought a while, than said, "I think your sister is kind've cute," I
looked at Pete, thinking he might grow upset over that. But he
smiled his toothy smile and said, "Ya know, me too!
"My sister is such a bitch. I mean, she ignores me. She mocks me.
Her cunt friends come over and tease me. Sometimes I see her walk
naked out of the shower. I enjoy leering at her body. God I'd love
to torture her, make her bleed for me!"
My cock grew enormous as I thought about his sister. Liz was only
a year older than Pete. She was thin and wispy, with pale skin.
Although seventeen, she still looked as if she were only thirteen or
so. She had no breasts to speak of. Her narrow face had a pug nose;
her wispy brown hair fell to her shoulders. But she was a true bitch,
and didn't like either of us. She was smart, got good grades in
school, so Pete's mom liked her and not Pete.
Pete started to stroke his cock. "Tell me what you'd do to Liz if you
caught her alone," He said. I closed my eyes and imagined ...
"She'd be all alone, in the house. I'd come in and call out for you.
She'd say you weren't in, from where she was sitting, reading a
book on the couch. I'd walk over next to her, strike the book from
her hand. I'd grab her by the hair and strike her face real hard ..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door; we hurriedly pulled our
pants up as Pete's mom walked in.
"Are you too behaving yourselves?"
"Yeah, sure. Hey, mom, where'd Liz go?"
"She went with Tom to the fishing hole back in the woods," Tom
was Liz's wimpy boyfriend. He'd never even kissed her.
When Pete's mom left, I asked him, "Why'd you wanna know where Liz is?"
He grinned when he said, "Let's go rape her!"
I was a bit apprehensive, but finally Pete convinced me. He said the
old fishing hole was two miles deep into the woods. Overpowering
Tom would be no problem, and there'd be no-one around to here
Liz scream. My hard cock prompted me to go without to much
worry over getting caught.
First, though, we had to get some "toys". Yeah, sure, we'd fuck
Liz, right in the cunt and mouth and asshole, but fuckin' women
only's half of what they're good for. The other half's torturin'.
Pete got his school bag and we went around the house, putting
things into it. We got a bundle of strong cord. We got pliers and his
dad?s power drill, with all the tips for it. Pete put a sharp paring
knife in; I got a box of needles and a lighter. Heavy electrical wire
went in, as did some tent stakes. We got it good and full, then
started to hike.
The woods weren?t far from Pete's house. We got on the trail and
walked. The hard-ons in our pants wouldn't come down. The trip
took twenty minutes, but then we were at the fishing hole. We hid
behind the bushes and watched.
Liz and Tom were doing homework. Tom's fishing pole had been
placed into the ground, and was ignored. Tom was a young kid,
only 15, a year younger than Pete and myself, and much less well-
built. We watched for a while, horrified by the fact that Tom didn't
seem the least bit interested in jumping on Liz and raping her. As
nothing in this scene changed for fifteen minutes, we sprung up and
crashed our way out of the bushes.
Pete immediately went to his sister and put her into a bear-hug. Her
face smushed against his chest. Meanwhile, I grabbed Tom by his
short hair and dragged him into the little muddy pool. He drowned
quickly, without much struggle.
When I came onto dry land again, Pete was holding his sister from
behind. She'd seen what I'd done, and started balling "Stop it! Stop
it" I laughed and smacked her. Pete whispered into her ear "We're
gonna fuck you, sis. What you think about that?"
"Your both perverts and should be locked up!" she cried, then
twisted her way out of Pete's arms. (Actually, Pete'd let her go).
We chased her around the pool until her unathletic little body
couldn't go any further, and she collapsed, "Pete," she pleaded,
tears welling into her eyes, "This isn't funny."
"It's not meant to be, you bitch!" he yelled at her. He grabbed a
handful of her hair, and drug her kicking and screaming into the
woods.
Forcing her roughly against a tree, we stripped her. Using brute
strength, we tore her dress from her body until it was bare. Liz was
moaning "No, no, please..." Pete enjoyed smacking her almost as
much as I did.
When she was fully bare (there's not much to describe. Her barely
existent breasts and hairless pussy made her look like a little kid), I
punched her in the stomach. She folded up, clutching her stomach
and moaning. "Oh, I'll give you something to moan about, bitch!" I
said.
Taking the rope out of Pete's bag, I tied little Liz in between two
trees, her legs and arms spread out, so that we had a clear view of
her entire body. Liz struggled against the bonds, but it was useless.
With her so restrained, Pete and I undressed. His cock swelled just
as much as mine, and its purple tip oozed pre-cum. When Liz saw
this, she started yelling for help, "Help me! Help me, somebody!
I'm being raped!" She yelled over and over.
Pete and I walked over to his naked, helpless sister. She stared at
us, eyes wide with fear and blurred by tears. I took her back and
Pete took her front. We felt her up. I ran my fingers through her fine
brown hair, then they lingered on her soft neck. I imagined it
squeezed beneath my hands. They made a quick route down her
back, then I reached her butt. It was small and thin, just like the rest
of her. I stroked it gently. Liz pleaded with me, "Please, please
don't touch me there!" (or maybe that was to Pete's attentions on her
tiny nipples). I smacked her rump hard for her complaining. It made
a nice cracking sound, so I did it again. Liz yelped in pain and my
erection jerked. I kneaded her thin buttocks, digging my fingernails
in. I spread them apart so I could get a look at her asshole (Pete had
her pussy). It was small like a little girls, all crinkly and dirty. I
massaged it with the tip of my pinky, and it started to quiver. Liz
jerked and moaned.
Pete called me up front to watch as he started to decorate her. I
heated the sewing needles up for him. Then he grabbed as much of a
breast as she had and yanked. Her body pulled forward, and the
nipple squeezed out. Holding it like that, he slowly inserted the pin
through it, taking his jolly time as Liz screamed and screamed.
"Will you listen to that?" I laughed, "Your sis is quite the vocal
brat. Think I should quiet her down!"
Once both pins were through her nipples, we removed them and put
loop earrings into the holes they'd made, and attached a leash to the
loops. I tugged on it a bit, enjoying the reactions this solicited from
Liz and the way it made her nipples bulge out. Then we took her
down. Pete sat on her back as we made her crouch there. He took
out a length of the electrical cord and began whipping her ass with it
as I shoved my aching member into her tiny mouth. She looked so
much like a little girl! Her screams and sobs and gagging around my
cock brought up a load of jism, which I was happy to withdraw for
and spread all over her pretty face. Then I smacked her with my
aching cock.
Liz's ass was a bright red when Pete got off her. We lead her
around on the leash for a while. Then I hog-tied her and pulled her
along the ground by her hair while Pete lay atop of her, humping
her. Pete lashed her over a tree branch and fucked all of her holes
while I used the pliers to jerk and tear at her tortured tits.
We tied her laying on her back to a log, her small frame contorted
and stretched around the huge thing. We inserted the tent stakes into
her hairless cunt and asshole and twisted them around. Liz jerked
and starined, her voice was getting hoarse from all her screaming.
Her body was covered with bright and dark bruises; my cum still
lingered on her face; her tiny crotch region was distended by too
much violent fucking. She jerked and spasmed from all the
attention. Her legs twitched, calling attention to them. I took out the
lighter again and lightly burned her inner thighs. They glowed a nice
red. Then I whipped them with a thick wire cord. Liz screamed, and
Pete shoved his thick cock down her throat again, calling back,
"Keep doing that man. It feels so good when she screams," So I
obediently kept whipping her, moving from her inner thighs to her
stomach and then her bleeding nips. With a huge jerk that broke her
nose, Pete gushed a load of cum down his bitch sisters throat. When
he pulled away, she tried to spit his white love juice out, but he
pushed her jaw back and made her swallow. Her face contorted at
the taste. It was so lovely.
We hung her upside-down from a high tree branch and used her as
a punching bag. She swung back and forth. Pete punched her in her
cut-up nip; on the return swing, I kneed her in the face. She made
horrible sounding gargling noises as we did this. The cunt's
screeching didn't even sound human anymore. She sounded like a
wounded rabbit.
When we got tired, we left her like so that we could rest, and to get
our horniness back. Pete's sister dangled there, in mid-air before us,
cut up and bleeding, covered with cum; her asshole leaked shit and
her cunt blood. Her mouth swelled up so that she couldn't breath
that way anymore. That served as a really effective gag. She made
small, helpless sounds that helped make us horny again fast.
It was getting dark by the time we got our strength back. We untied
Liz, and made her crawl between us, sucking us off while they other
spanked her with a whip or a branch or his bare hand. She was so
cute! Her tiny body was naked and helpless as we abused her; she
made screeching sounds to our direct attentions, and then mewled
when we left her alone. Which wasn't often. I was having the best
time of my life, and told Pete this. He agreed, forcing his fattened
cock through Liz's bruised lips down her throat. I took out the
paring knife and started making little drawing on her thighs.
Eventually, Liz collapsed from the pain and suffering. We fucked
her unconscious body. She cried out and moaned and whimpered
still. Her young body was a mess of cuts and bruises, splattered
with blood and cum. Pete pissed on her. I cut her nipples off with
the knife. She awoke screaming. I cut of the sound as my hands
enclosed her throat. I choked her slowly, letting her get gasps of air
before tightening again. Her face started turning red and slowly
purple. Her beautiful brown eyes bugged out. Pete inserted his
entire arm up her asshole and started to scrape at her insides. Her
screaming voice was stopped by my hands. Then, she died, and we
spent the night fucking and abusing her dead body before burning
her in the morning.
When we got back to Pete's house (his mom had been worried
about Liz but hadn't given a shit about us), we remembered we'd
forgotten to take pictures... C'est la vie.
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"They say dogs ignore their reflections in mirrors because they can't
smell them. Dogs, unlike people, are not fooled by what they see."
-Theodore Sturgeon jake.[email protected]
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