One dark night...

They may weep as I take them; they may cry and struggle. On occasion, they cry out to the world, pleading for help. Fools. Don't they know that they will receive no help? Don't they know that the world is a cruel and unjust place, and if I didn't do this to them, somebody else surely would, whether it is another person not unlike myself or if it is their "true love".

Despite their cries, they like it. I know they like it.

My most recent encounter with the fairer half of our species was hardly the best of my work; I must admit, I was sloppy. I did not employ all of my usually safeguards, and if I had been unlucky, I might have actually been caught.

I remember the night quite well; the wind blew coolly and the moon was hardly in sight.

If I had not been so horny, I might have actually enjoyed it.

Indeed, it was quite a nice night, so it was perfectly natural for somebody to take a walk in the hopes on appreciating it.

She was perhaps five feet three inches tall; she had a great mane of fiery red hair that fell to just below her shoulders; her breasts were round and high. The woman--or should I say girl, for she looked to be in her middle teens--sported short, cut off jeans and a blouse bereft of sleeves. Evidently, she wanted to feel as much of the night air against her skin as possible. She was not particularly shapely; however, judging from her demeanor, she was still an innocent. I really have a thing for virgins.

I trailed far behind her, staying out of the streetlights. This made me virtually invisible since the moon had hardly made an appearance upon this night. My erection kept shouting at me to hurry up; to simply run up behind her and pounce upon her. To drag her into the bushes and take her.

However, I tried to be patient. One of the primary reasons that I am still a free man is because, even when I am utterly stricken by a woman, I still maintain some level of lucidity. No, taking her in the bushes in the middle of the street was dangerous; somebody else that might be strolling about and enjoying the night might here her cries. Yes, I truly intended to make her cry.

I kept a safe distance behind her and followed until she came upon a stretch of road that had few houses and fewer streetlights. I sped up my pace, taking special care to match her footstep for footstep. In moments, I was right behind her.

I struck.

I covered her mouth with one hand and wrapped an arm around her, binding her arms to her sides. Surely she was terrified out of her mind; I had expected her to put up some semblance of resistance, but instead, she went completely limp. From the shock, I supposed.

I dragged her into the bushes and threw her to the ground. She began to scream out in terror, but I drew forth my knife before she could start yelling too much. She fell completely silent, gazing up at me with fear in her eyes.

I doubt that she had ever seen a knife as a threat before.

I straddled her middle and crouched down; placing the knife against her throat I said, "How old are you, girl?"

"Six--sixteen," she replied; her voice was little more than a whisper. Her eyes were still on the knife.

I took it and slowly ran the blade down the middle of her blouse; I rubbed the flat of the blade against her chest, making sure that she could feel the cool metal against her skin.

I wanted her to know true fear. I wanted her to know what it felt like to have your complete future depend on somebody else's whim. I wanted her to know every pain, every humiliation, every single, solitary terror I had felt in my past. I used the knife to cut her thin blouse in two; I took it off her and gazed down hungrily upon her bare breasts. It wasn't until then that she truly understood what was going to happen; until that very point, she hadn't recovered from the shock of the initial attack.

She began to struggle and tried to scream.

I struck her across the face with my free hand, momentarily dazing her. I was not worried about her struggling; I could easily handle her. I was only worried about her screams. I reached into my pants pocket and drew out an item I always used on these occasions: a pair of boxer shorts soiled with my semen. It was truly ancient; I had used it for my first; and since over a hundred women had had these boxers stuck into their mouths. I balled it up and put it into hers.

She struggled a bit more, but I brandished my blade threateningly at her and she became silent again. I reached into my coat pocket and took out a piece of rope. I bound her wrists together; I then sat down upon her legs. Now, I truly had time to admire her breasts.

They were the color of pewter or alabaster; truly pale and white; they were perfectly spherical. God, I wanted her. Her nipples were hard and erect, miniature mock ups of my erection.

I smiled and gently put my lips against them.

I gently nibbled upon her impeccable bosoms. I ran my tongue up and down; I felt her body tense, but she made no action to resist. I took the nipple upon her left breast into my mouth and began to softly nibble upon it; I felt myself grow truly excited. My nibbling grew into a gentle chewing, and then into a bite. I bit hard into her nipple, and I felt it come off into my mouth. Blood dripped down her breast and she began to struggle; she let out a muffle cry of pain mixed with terror her eyes were wide with shock.

I had heard that cry many times in the past; it was almost a comfort.

I swallowed her nipple and grinned widely at her. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was horrified. I knew that she could see her bloodstaining my teeth and that thought only served to make my erection even harder.

I stripped off her shorts and admired her cunt and thighs. They had a bit of fat on them, however I was not picky. Her being a virgin would make up for that.

I rubbed her upper legs; I caressed them, feeling them up. I would truly relish in her impalement.

I drew off her panties, revealing her soft, beautiful vagina. It had a short bush of brown hair. I pressed my lips against it, rubbing, the outside of it. I felt her grow wet and I drank in her juices.

I looked up and saw that she was sobbing into her gag. It would make me enjoy her more. From experience, I knew that if I continued with the foreplay, she would eventually grow bolder and might start kicking with her legs or attempt to struggle to free herself. I knew that I had to break her soon; to impale her. After that, she would be far more compliant.

I stripped my pants and underwear off as she stared at me.

She tried to clamp her legs together; to stop me from taking her virtue away. She was merely prolonging the inevitable.

I pried her legs apart and eased into her. She could stop me, I wanted to relish in taking her maidenhead away. I frowned as I eased my erection into her; I felt the very tip of my erection touch her cervix.

I drew out of her sharply and looked down upon my erection; there was no blood. No blood!

She wasn't a virgin! She had betrayed me!

I stuck her across the face with my hand and got off of her.

"You filthy slut!" I roared at her.

I noticed a large piece of wood laying nearby. I picked it up. Now that her legs were free, she struggled to get to her feet. She was on her knees when I turned back to her, block of wood in my hands. I struck her hard across the head with it, knocking her onto her back.

"You piece of shit!" I screamed. "How fucking dare you!"

I hit her again and again; I did not hear her screams when the pair of boxers flew out of her mouth. I did not her the sickening crack of her skull splitting. I was in a complete rage. I struck her on the head again and again until I recovered a full seven minutes later.

Now covered in sweat, I dropped the piece of wood and I looked down upon her. Her head was covered in blood and brains, though everything below the neck was still as it was.

I knew that I had to get out of there; surely somebody had heard the cries. But I had yet to take her. It didn't matter that she was now dead; I needed an outlet for my seed. I got down on top of her and thrust deep inside; she was still wet. I thrust inside of her again and again, violently.

Suddenly, the climax unexpectedly hit me; I felt my entire body infused with complete and utter pleasure. I jerked several times in complete release. But afterward I laid there, on top of her, but I still wasn't satisfied.

At last, I drew at and left her there, laying upon the ground. I drew out of her and looked upon her naked body, forcing myself not to look at the mess of her head. She was still beautiful; her pewter skin was still utterly sensuous. I rolled her over onto her back and eased my erection into her buttocks. My erection was lubricated with her juices and my semen, so it went in easily.

I thrust deep into her buttocks, feeling her feces engulf my erection. I lost myself in it, not caring; I drove deep inside of her with my erection. I held her corpse still with one hand and I reached inside of her front with the other; I tried to reach as far inside of her front as I could, trying to feel the tip of my erection, with which I was still pumping hard.

For the second time that night, I ejaculated.

Finally, sated, I drew out of her; I had to hurry up and leave. Somebody could come by here soon; it was a true miracle nobody had heard the screams.