>Shit, Mom is going to kill me. I’ll be grounded for life and back to riding my bike longer than that, damn, damn, damn. Stupid handcuffs hurt too, why do I have to wear them anyway. So I was driving on a learners permit, give me the ticket and let me go already. This goddamn pig’s going for the whole route I bet, pictures, fingerprints, one call, god knows what else. Who can I call, Mom’s gone for the weekend, haven’t seem dad the shithead for years, just my luck if I spend the night in juvie hall or something, shit. Why did this guy pull me over anyway, I wasn’t speeding, there’s nothing wrong with the car, so why? Weird cop car too, unmarked, no screen between the front and back, no radio except for his walkie-talkie, and this guy is weird himself. I mean I never even got a good look at his face what with the flashlight and all. Still he is in uniform and you have to be a real cop to get one of those, don’t you?<

Erica was in deeper shit than she knew and what her mom would say didn’t even show up on the list of her problems. A large framed girl she would go to fat as she aged but now she was just large without having gotten to that point yet. Her size gave her full hips and large firm breasts that had not yet started to lose their battle with gravity. A good girl she had succumbed to the temptation of a car in the drive, a party over in the next town and no parent at home for the weekend. The party had been a bust so she headed home but in the way of bored kids decided to take a drive. Out in the boondocks she had been pulled over and after questioning and a radio check she had been arrested and now was in the back seat headed to somewhere and something. Her instincts had been right, the car was wrong and the man up front was no cop.

Sam was only mildly pleased with the nights catch. Yah, she was OK to look at but he preferred them thinner and less developed. This cunt was just too big to make him really happy but maybe those heavy thighs would make her tighter. He’d just have to be careful about handling her; she was strong enough to give him problems if she got the chance. > The drive to the old farmhouse should be just around this curve here. Yah, there it is. Be glad to get off the road, always spooks me when I’ve got one on board. Tough to explain having some broad cuffed in the back seat and me being in a phony cop uniform, real tough. Hope she’s worth the fuss. Wonder how the new toy will work, cops’ll go nuts looking for a triangular knife that doesn’t exist if they ever find her. There’s the house, park nice and close, got everything in the sack, got the pepper spray, all ready. <

The house was perfect for Sam’s plans, way off the road where nobody would see the lights or hear the screams, been empty for years but was still useable and solid. He had stashed some stuff there already, old mattress and some rope and other things that he might need. In a few hours, the joint would be just a pile of ashes and he would be long gone if and when the body was found.

> What the hell is he doing and where are we? Why are we going down this old dirt road? Shit, I don’t like the looks of this. Some old house, maybe he just has to check it before he takes me in. Damn we’re stopping and he’s getting out. What’s in the bag? God, he’s opening the back door, OH SHIT. <

“Time to get out little girl. Behave yourself and you won’t get hurt. Just going to have some fun. Do as you’re told and come morning you can walk to the road and I’ll be long gone and you’ll never see me again. Give me trouble and you won’t see morning, got that.”

“Don’t hurt me please, just don’t hurt me and I’ll do whatever you want, OK.”

“ Walk then. Lets go.”

The house was dark except for his flashlight and she stumbled over things but his grip on her arm kept her from falling. They ended up in one of the back rooms and the sight of the old bed panicked her.

> O MY GOD HE’S GOING TO RAPE ME.< “ No don’t, I’ve never done it before, PLEASE. I’ll do anything but that. Please let me go, I won’t tell anybody. OH GOD NO.”

Her sudden panic gave her strength to break away but before she could take advantage of her freedom the blast of a stun gun hit her in the side and she collapsed to the floor. As she lay gasping for breath he hit her with another jolt between the tits.

“ Told you not to try anything bitch. Any more funny stuff and you won’t make it to morning. Now get up and get on the bed.”

> God that hurts, can’t breathe , can’t move. If he just gives me a minute I’ll do it but now I just can’t.< “ Give--- give me a minute, ok . I just can’t now . Just don’t do it again, I won’t try anything, please.”

> I love it when they give up. Thought this one might have been a fighter but looks like not. Get her up on the bed. There, a rope around her neck and tied to the head of the bed, couple more for her feet , there she’s not going anywhere now.< “ All right bitch, here’s the deal. I’m going to fuck you so get used to the idea. You do have a choice though. Don’t give me any grief and we can have fun, fuck with me and I’ll still have fun but you sure as hell won’t. Just enjoy it and it’ll soon be over. Let’s get these clothes off you and see the goodies.”

The sharp knife made short work of her clothes as he ran it down the seams of her blouse and shorts. He didn’t even bother to pull them out from under her, just laid the fabric to each side of her on the stained mattress. > Just lay here and let him do it. It really doesn’t matter if I fight, I sure as hell can’t stop him and he’ll kill me if I do. Hope he’s careful with that knife, bad enough that he’s going to rape me without getting cut up too. Oh shit there goes the bra, never had a man look at my tits before. Jacks hands don’t have eyes so he doesn’t count. The panties too, shit, shit , shit, take a deep breath and hope he hasn’t got something like AIDS or some crap. Maybe he won’t last long and it’ll be over soon.<

> Nice body, bit heavy but nice, tits bigger that I thought and man are they firm. Feels good in my hand. Wonder if she’s getting hot, if she’s as wet as I’m hard this will be fun. Fuck, dry as a bone, oh well KY’ll fix that.< “Ready girl, going to give you the fucking of your life. Here comes Mr. Big, make him happy.”

Erica felt the cool slippery KY coat her virgin pussy as he spread a handful of the lube around on her crotch. His other hand squeezed her breast until it hurt as he worked the KY into her slit and then with a rush he impaled her on his cock. > Ouch, you’d think the SOB would go easy, but no I guess he’s in a hurry. Still with the goop it doesn’t hurt that much and my fingers felt bigger, maybe he not that big, count my blessings. I hope he’s quick on the draw as well as being small.<

>She’s tight enough, feels good. Where’s that scraper, ok got it. Let her get used to it and decide it’s not so bad before I hit her with it. Love the look when they feel the first thrust and realize that it’s over for them.< “ Feel good bitch, you’re lucky that your first one is such a good lover even if it’s tough to take me all in. Got a surprise for you too.”

The surprise was a machinist’s scraper made from a three sided file, four inches long and ground to a fine point with the three sides sharpened as well. A nasty little weapon that would not leave gashes but instead would just leave open holes. Too short to reach the major blood vessels hidden by the spine or to damage the kidneys it was meant to fill slowly by bleeding and shock and drowning in your own blood. She was laying with her eyes closed and just waiting for it to end and didn’t see his hand raise with the weapon. She felt the movement as he struck down but it was meaningless until the first impact. She opened her eyes in time to see the bloody blade rising from her right breast and plunging down to her belly.> OH MY GOD, HE”S KILLING ME.< Screams and a fight for life begin as the red knife plunges again and again. Each impact has a different sound as he strikes different places on her body. The chest hits sound like somebody thumping on a melon while the blows to her belly have a softer wetter sound.

> This is good, one stab for each push of my dick, giving it to her good, who’ll last longer I wonder.<

>Can’t breathe , got to get some air, god it hurts. Just wish he’d finish and leave me alone, so tired, need to sleep.< The impacts don’t seem to bother her as badly and the fury of the first ones has faded as he comes closer to his climax. Her blood is running down her flanks and pooling under her body. He is splattered with it as each new stab splashes more around.

His passion is waning and the small part of her still aware of things notices the jerks and spurts as he sprays the inside of her with his cum. > Good he’s done, now if he’ll just go away and let me rest. Being raped wasn’t that bad except I wish he’d just stop hitting me. Flashlight must have gone out, getting dark and cold, close my eyes and rest for a -----<

He swore he could hear her heart beating as he punched her body with the two weapons. Getting faster and faster as he tried to keep up it’s rhythm until he could no longer stand the pace and felt his need become to much to bear. > Damn that was good, maybe I’ll have to try another fat chick sometime. Bitch dead yet, no, still breathing but not for long. Man I’m tired, good one. Just take it easy and watch while she kicks off. <

The wounds still leaked and the ones in her chest bubbled wetly as she fought for breath. Her breathing was getting slower and shallower with each tortured breath. The many punctures in her body were slowly winning and her time was running out. Drowning and bleeding to death and viscously raped the young girl no longer resembled the cute, pretty, and outgoing young lady she had been only a short time ago. Her body is winding down as it’s reserves are spent in an effort to sustain life, there in no longer enough oxygen to supply her cells nor is there the blood needed to transport it to them. The soft wet sounds of her struggle fade and with one last effort her heart stops it’s beating and just quivers as it dies. He watches as all this happens and the sight of her last convulsions triggers a fresh need. > let’s clean her up a bit--- man I really stuck it to her, must of spiked her a hundred times. Really like the look, got both nipples, belly button, missed her cunt though. Have to fix that now that my dick isn’t in the way, there that’s better. Damn I’m horny again. Hey beautiful, care if I fuck you once more for the road? Shit she’s still tight, must be those fat thighs. Her tits are still a nice handful too. Oh yah, that’s good. Was it good for you too girl? Now to pick up and clean up and get the hell out of here.<

He was several miles away when he looked back and saw the column of smoke rising over the hill as the old place burned. Nobody ever noticed the small mass of burned flesh that was left amid the ashes and debris after the fire was out and Eria was just one more missing mixed up teen.

Author’s note; this story idea was taken from a old movie, Looking For Mister Goodbar. Staring Diane Keyton it was named for and the storyline was taken from a murder known as the Goodbar Murder. Not such a good movie but the rape/ murder at the end is one of the best around. Very graphic even though it is restrained in what it shows. Well worth the rental price even if you only watch the last fifteen minutes or so