Carol and Claire attacked in the woods
Carol stood facing her attacker, her shoulders and the palms of her hands pressed against the bark of the tree trunk. She was still trembling with the shock of suddenly feeling a hand clamp over her mouth stifling any cry she might have made, of being dragged away from the path deeper into the woods, of seeing the knife appear in front of her. She knew that her home wasn’t far away through the trees but it could as well have been a hundred miles for all the good it did her. His hand was pressing against her mouth, pushing her lips against her teeth. The knife, pointed at her throat and the menace in the man’s voice froze her. She had no thought of trying to run or resist. His eyes were cruel and the look in them made her shiver. “Quiet bitch, or I’ll kill you.” She nodded her head to show that she wouldn’t make a noise. He stuck the knife into the trunk of the tree. She could see the blade as it quivered close to her face.
The young sixth grader felt sick with fear and blinked back tears as she looked at the cruel face of her captor. Why, oh why, hadn’t she walked home by the streets as she’d promised her mother? It was Claire’s fault. If Claire hadn’t teased her about being a baby she’d have walked the longer way home. But Carol didn’t like it when Claire teased her. Claire was her best friend, but was much more grown up, “mature” was the word Claire liked to use. It was true that Claire had matured physically long before Carol. Although they were both in sixth grade Carol had seen how much more the boys were interested in Claire, with her long, blonde hair, full breasts and hips. Carol was Claire’s friend but also envied her; she wished she looked like her. It was true that she had started to mature; each evening when she looked at herself naked in her bedroom mirror she looked at her growing breasts and checked to see if the hair between her legs was getting thicker. She still thought that she wasn’t pretty enough to interest the boys.
She hadn’t even been kissed or held hands with a boy yet. That was part of the reason she had decided to cut through the woods. She had to get a lunch ready for her and Claire before they went out to meet up with Derek. Derek was Claire’s boyfriend and he’d promised that he’d bring a friend for Carol. The girls had kept it all secret from their mothers. They’d decided to start from Carol’s house because her mother was away at work and they could put on makeup before going out. Claire’s mother would never let them leave her house like that.
But, as she looked at the man, all thoughts of Claire and of boys vanished from Carol’s mind. All she could focus on was the present; on the pressure of the man’s hand against her mouth and the roughness of the bark against her back. What was he going to do to her? How much was he going to hurt her?
With the one hand still covering her mouth he leaned away from her as he pulled a length of cord out of his pants pocket. She realized that he was naked to the waist; his chest was covered with hair and the muscles of his arms rippled as he moved. He dangled the cord in front of her face and laughed. Carol wondered sickly if he was going to strangle her. Then, taking his hand from her mouth, he leaned into her; pushing her body against the tree and her face against his chest. She turned her face sideways so that she wouldn’t suffocate; she could smell his sweat. His hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms around behind the tree trunk where he tied her wrists together. The tightness of the cord and the scratching of the bark on her bare skin made her whimper a little. When she was securely tied her attacker stepped away and stood in front of her looking at her. She didn’t know what he would do. Her teachers and parents had warned her of strangers and not opening the door when she was alone but they’d never said why it was dangerous. She’d heard some of the girls whispering at school about girls who had been attacked by men but hadn’t really understood even though she’d pretended that she had.
Carol knew that it was something to do with sex and that it would hurt. She hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. The way he was looking at her made her more and more frightened. It reminded her of a cat ready to pounce on a helpless mouse; a prowling predator. The words jumped into her mind. He was a predator, a child predator. She’d heard about them on the news but her parents hadn’t answered her questions so she’d stopped asking He seemed to really like looking at her from the waist down. She wished her shorts weren’t so tight. Her mother had bought them on sale last fall and she’d grown since then. She was at least three inches taller and they were snug. She’d had her first period five months ago and her mother teased her about how she was starting to be a young woman, even though her breasts were still small. She wished she’d listened to her mother when she’d said to always come back by the roads, but it was so much easier to cut across the wooded lot from Claire’s house and it saved ten minutes easy.
He moved closer. She could smell his breath. She wanted to ask him what he was going to do but, as she opened her mouth, he slapped her face so hard she saw flashes of light. “I said not to make a fucking sound bitch.” he snarled. The tears welled up in Carol’s eyes and her shoulders sagged in submission. He slid both his hands under her shirt up her sides and then onto her chest. His hands found her little breasts and his fingers pulled at her nipples. She moaned and whispered to him to please stop, but her laughed and pulled harder.
Carol felt a surge of hope as he finally let go of her tits and took his hands out from under her shirt. But the hope died. With one hand he held her by the chin and licked her tears. His fingers felt rough and were so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull her face free even if she felt brave enough. His smile showed yellow, nicotine stained teeth as his lips pulled back. “You’re a pretty little thing.” he said and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He nibbled her lips and then bit hard, she cried out without thinking. His fist thudded into her stomach, winding her and she began to cry harder.
Suddenly she felt his hand, the one not holding her chin, between her legs, on the bare skin of her thighs. It moved slowly. She began to tremble as the hand moved up on to the cloth of her shorts first to slide round to feel her bottom and then back around front to begin rubbing her in her private parts. Carol wanted to say something; to ask him to stop; to promise she wouldn’t tell. But she panicked and started to struggle, pushing her legs together and wiggling from side to side. It was hopeless; the man responded by dropping his hand from her chin onto her throat and beginning to squeeze. She realized she shouldn’t have struggled; she’d made him angry. He was going to kill her; she should have let him do what he wanted. All thoughts of anything else than staying alive left her, as she started to choke.
Then, just as her eyes were loosing focus, he suddenly let go. Carol slumped forward only held up by her hands tied behind the tree. She could hear her breath rasping in her throat. She had no energy for anything but trying to breath. The man disappeared from sight and she felt him working on the cord that held her hands. Suddenly the cord loosened and, with nothing holding her up, she fell forward onto her knees and then onto her face on the leaves and dirt under the trees.
She vaguely felt the man pulling her arms up over her head and then working her shirt up over her head and off her arms. The dirt was cool on her naked chest. She didn’t think of resisting as he pulled her arms behind her back and retied her wrists. Perhaps if she let him do whatever he wanted he wouldn’t kill her. She wanted to go home to see her parents again. She found her eyes filling with tears at the though of her home. She decided she’d do whatever he wanted; she’d make no noise; that she’d do nothing to annoy him.
With his foot, he rolled her over. Her tied hands pushed into the small of her back and hurt, but Carol didn’t make a sound. He bent over her, breathing hard, and pinched the little breast buds, pulling on her sore nipples. She bit her lip and lay there limply as he fondled her roughly. Suddenly he turned her back to lie face down. She felt his hands run back and forth over her thighs and bottom, feeling her body through the cloth of her tight shorts.
After a while he seemed to get tired of that and, grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her up onto her knees. He stood in front of her, holding her upright by her hair. As she watched with terrified eyes, Carol saw him unzip his pants and pull out his man thing. It was big and hard. “Kiss it” he ordered and moved it close to her mouth. As she leant forward she could smell the piss and her nose wrinkled in disgust. She started to pull back but a painful yank on her hair reminded her of her decision not to anger him. Closing her eyes she gave a quick peck to the end and hoped he would be satisfied. He was not. “Open your eyes, open your lips and give it a real kiss.” Carol obeyed. It was hard and warm to her lips.
The man grinned at her. “This is your popsicle, bitch. Give it a good lick.” Her tongue slid over the bulb and touched the skin. As the skin rolled back the smell of piss was stronger than before and she reacted by pulling back before she could stop herself. A sharp pain as his hand viciously slapped her cheek. Next the order was to take the whole thing into her mouth and to suck it. Feeling sick, Carol did as she was told. Soon the man’s breathing began to change; it got shorter and quicker. He must have been enjoying it, as he was muttering “Yes, yes, yes” between his teeth. Suddenly Carol felt her mouth fill with some sticky liquid and she started to pull back so she could spit. The man must have been expecting that as he had his hands on the back of her head stopping her. “Swallow it all bitch” he snarled and she did her best, still gagging at the feel of it sliding down her throat. His man thing got soft in her mouth; he pulled it out with a satisfied sigh and wiped it on her hair before he dropped her, coughing and gagging, onto the ground.
Once again he used his feet to turn her over onto her back. She looked up at him he towered over her; enormous, powerful, threatening. He reached down with one hand, grabbed her ankles and held her legs up off the ground. He pulled her feet higher and higher. With his other hand he wrenched her sneakers off her feet, not bothering to loosen the Velcro. His fingers felt like metal clamps through the cotton of her ankle socks.
Now his hand dropped back to her shorts, found the waist button and ripped it open before undoing the zipper. His fingers grabbed the crotch of her shorts and pulled. Carol felt the shorts slip over her hips as he pulled them along her legs. As she was looked up at what he was doing, she could see her panties come into view. She couldn’t do anything. She tried to twist out of his hands but he just laughed and his fingers slid down her thigh to rub her crotch.
Suddenly he dropped her legs back onto the ground and, bending over her, pulled Carol’s shorts all the way off. His breathing was getting harder and he grabbed her panties and pulled them down and over her feet. Now she was completely naked, except for the ankle socks. “Open your mouth bitch” and she obeyed. He balled up her panties and shoved them in her mouth. They were warm from her body. He kicked her legs apart and she lay there, waiting, feeling sick in her stomach from fear.
He took off his shoes and trousers. He didn’t wear socks or underpants. His man thing was big again, like a rod or a gun threatening her. Carol felt strange, as if she wasn’t only herself but was also someone looking at the scene. She felt the pain from her wrists as she lay on top of them. She felt the air on her naked body but she was also looking down on what was happening. She could see the naked girl lying on her back on the leaves and twigs with her legs spread wide and strands of hair stuck to her cheeks by her tears.
That strange moment ended as the man dropped onto his knees and reached his hands under Carol’s bottom, lifting her privates up to his face. He licked her and she felt strange sensations as his tongue slipped into her slit. He spat into her and then lowered her down. “That should lube you enough.” he said. Carol didn’t understand but then screamed with pain as he pushed something into her. It was his rod she realized as the pain went deeper and deeper. Her panties muffled the sound of her screams. She could feel something tear inside her. “Oh God, please don’t let me die” she screamed inside her head as she felt him ramming himself deeper and deeper. He pulled back only to thrust again and again and the pain grew worse and worse. Carol felt she couldn’t take any more when, finally, with one last thrust the man gave a gasp of relief and stopped pushing. Even through the pain Carol could feel some liquid coming inside her; what he’d done in her mouth he’d done in her sex parts. Maybe now he was finished; she was still alive; he’d go away and they’d come and find her and take her home.
Why hadn’t they already come? Didn’t they care? But she’d promised to come back by the roads so they wouldn’t start looking in the woods. Then, with a sickening feeling of despair, she remembered that there was no one at home waiting for her.
The man stood up. Was he going to go away now? He knelt down beside Carol and rolled her over onto her stomach. “We’re not finished yet, bitch” he said as he untied her wrists and pulled her to her feet.
Carol could hardly stand up as he dragged her back to the tree and made her bend over face down and put her arms around the tree. Once again he tied her wrists behind the tree. With the pain and the shock everything was fuzzy. Why had he tied her this way? Was he going to beat her backside? She’d read stories of the olden days when grownups beat children. She felt him pull her bottom cheeks apart and then heard him spit and felt the wetness on her.
She felt a rush of horror as she realized that he was going to ram his rod in her potty hole as he’d done in her sex. He was too big to go in there. He’d tear her apart. As his hands held her by the waist, Carol began to scream. She could hear the sounds muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth.
Then the pain started. She could hear him grunting as he pushed his man thing into her rectum. She could hear, and feel, muscles tearing. The pain was coming in waves each one worse than the one before. The waves of pain started to fill her head with color: blood red, deep black. The tree in front of her face began to fade. The pain was getting too bad to stand she felt she was going to die. The pain got worse. She knew she was dying. Her last thought was “Of course – predators kill.”
Too intent on his needs the man hardly noticed when the girl’s body went limp. He continued until he climaxed and, with a sigh of relief, pulled back and let go of her body, letting it slump down against the tree. He put his pants and shoes back on, pulled his knife out of the tree trunk, folded it up and slid it back into his pocket. He looked at the girl’s lifeless body and took the panties out of her mouth. She wouldn’t be calling for help and he always liked to keep a souvenir. As he walked away flies began to settle on the blood that stained her thighs from his savage violation of her virginal body.
***
Claire was feeling happy and excited as she stepped from the bright sunlight of the street into the shade of the woods. She’d managed to get away from home without her mother making any comments on how she dressed; other than saying that she thought Claire’s skirt was too short. This time, Clare had an answer, saying that Carol’s shorts were shorter and her mother had let her go out without complaining.
Once she was in the woods and out of sight of her house, in case her mother was watching, Claire took off her blouse, under which she was wearing a red tube top that covered her breasts. She was excited and a little nervous coming out without a bra but she’d decided that today she’d let Derek touch her titties and didn’t like the thought of fumbling to unhook and squirm out of her bra. She rolled the top of her skirt up so that it showed a bit more of her legs and tugged the tube top down a bit so that the top of her breasts were visible. She wanted to be sure to impress Derek when she and Carol saw him. She wanted him to realize how much more mature she was than her friend.
As she started to follow the path through the woods, Claire’s thoughts drifted to her friend. She felt superior, as Carol was too frightened to take this path through the woods. Claire felt that Carol really was so much more immature than she was. She admitted that Carol’s body was beginning to change; her breasts were beginning to grow, but they were still small. Of course, Carol was nearly a year younger but she was beginning to catch up. Those shorts that she’d worn this morning showed that her legs were now shaped to attract a man’s eyes.
Maybe Carol was growing up but she was still timid. Claire wondered if Derek’s friend would be able to get anywhere with her. Carol’s strongest point was probably her hair; thick brown curls that hung around her shoulders. But that was thanks to Claire pushing her to grow her hair longer and letting in curl. Still Claire thought that her own hair was better; boys liked blonde hair. She left her naturally blonde hair hang loose so that it swayed around her as she walked. She’d seen high school boys look at her as she walked past them.
Claire was now deeper in the woods. The path had taken a couple of turns and now she was out of sight of the road and the sounds of the birds and the insects almost covered the noise of the occasional car that passed nearby. It was so peaceful, but, suddenly, Claire felt as though she was isolated, cut off from everyone, she shivered nervously.
She took a deep breath and told herself not to be a baby; that she was perfectly safe and, in a few minutes, she’d be out of the woods and with Carol at her house.
Only a moment after she’d had that comforting thought Clare rounded another bend in the path and found herself face to face with a man. She gasped, instinctively clutched her blouse tight, and gave a little shriek of fright. And there was something to be frightened about. The man was shirtless and bearded and the look that came into his eyes as she saw the young girl was not comforting; nor was the smile that came to his lips.
Claire wondered whether to turn around and run but then decided that was childish and she should act unafraid and walk straight pass the stranger. It was the wrong choice. As she tried to squeeze past him, trying not to look him in the eyes, the man put his arm out to block her.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked. “I think a pretty little thing like you and I ought to get to know one another.”
Trying as hard as she could to keep the tremble out of her voice, Claire asked him to let her go. Ignoring her, he put his hand on her bare shoulder. At the touch of his rough, tough fingers on her skin Clare began to tremble.
“No,” he answered, still smiling his false, threatening smile, “not until you’ve given me a kiss.” Filled with panic, Claire told him to let go or she’d scream. His sudden response was to push her violently backwards just as she took a deep breath to scream as loudly as she could. Shoved off balance, Claire stumbled backwards to fall flat on her back. The breath was knocked out of her as she hit the hard packed dirt of the path and she lay there, momentarily dazed.
Before she could recover, the man had pulled her blouse free from her grasp, ripped one arm it and used it to tie her wrists together. The remainder of the blouse he twisted into a cord that he shoved into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head, effectively gagging her.
“O.K. bitch,” he growled, “let’s get down to fucking business. I’m going to screw you and there’s nothing you can do except make it as easy on yourself as possible. You struggle and I hurt you; it’s that simple. It’s your choice, you understand?”
Claire stared into his pitiless eyes and knew that it was true. The strength in his hands showed her that she wouldn’t win if she tried to break free of his grip. He didn’t care about her or feel any guilt about what he was doing. She knew it was true but the feeling of panic overwhelmed her, she didn’t want to be raped. She didn’t want this man to rip off her clothes and take her virginity. She wasn’t ready for anyone to do that. Claire, who a few minutes before, had thought she was a mature young lady, was now a frightened child in this man’s hands.
Despite everything he’d said, she started to struggle, trying desperately to break free. He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a growl, hauled her to her feet, and dragged her, still struggling, away from the path and deep into the hidden depths of the wood. He had decided to take her to the clearing where he’d enjoyed the other girl.
The man smiled to himself; what luck he had to find two desirable and vulnerable young girls in these woods. This one was even juicier than the first one. Once they were out of sight of the path he stopped. Holding her firmly by her tied wrists with one hand, he let his other hand slide beneath the strip of material over her breasts.
At the feel of his fingers squeezing her nipples and fondling her breasts, Clare started to struggle even harder but it was hopeless, her kidnapper was so much stronger than she was. Feeling her helplessness Clare began to cry, the tears streaming down her cheeks to soak into the cloth of her gag. As he saw her tears the man laughed. He sensed she was beginning to give up her attempt to resist. That didn’t mean that he’d treat her any more kindly. He liked hurting his victims.
Humiliated Clare felt the man grab the cloth of her top and pull it down so that her breasts sprung free as the felt the fresh air on her naked skin. Spurred into a last show of resistance she jerked so strongly that, momentarily, she broke free of his grasp. But, as she turned to run, he grabbed her by the neck and started to squeeze, cutting of the flow of blood to her brain. In less than a minute she started seeing a red haze before her eyes and felt the strength go from her legs.
Her captor let go of her and she slumped forward onto her knees where she swayed unsteadily.
As her eyes cleared to her horror Claire saw the man pull a knife from his pocket and open the blade. As he moved toward her she flinched away from the threatening blade. “You’d better hold still if you don’t want me to cut your titties off.” He said.
Trying her best to control her trembling body, Claire saw the knife approach her breasts. She closed her eyes but then felt a tug on her tube top as the man cut it and pulled it free of her body. With a sick feeling in her stomach Claire realized that now her breasts were exposed to his assault and she was helpless to stop him. She guessed that soon he’d strip off the rest of her clothes.
That wasn’t to happen now. The man was wanting to get to the clearing deeper in the woods where he could take his time with his second catch of the morning. Instead of stripping her, he shoved the girl so she fell sideways into the ferns that grew under the trees. Taking the cloth he’d just cut he tied her ankles tightly together before removing her sandals and throwing them under a bush
He stood looking down at her as she lay there. He liked the sight and Claire shuddered as she saw him rub his groin. The gag muffled her scream was as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright. Then he bent forward and, with a grunt, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Her bound wrists hung down behind him and her face bouncing painfully against his back as he strode between the trees. He held her steady with one of his arms wrapped around her knees as he held her legs tightly against his chest.
The pain that she felt as he walked didn’t stop her from feeling a creeping horror invade her as his free hand slid under her skirt and started to squeeze the mounds of her bottom. From time to time he rubbed his thumb roughly against her anus and cunt.
As he walked through the trees on his way to the clearing the man was thinking about what he want to do to the blonde teenager slung over his shoulder. Fucking the other girl had filled his need for sexual gratification. This time he could spend more time playing with his captive; making her suffer. Of course he’d rape her several times before he was done but he wanted more.
Reaching the clearing at last, he dumped the girl off his shoulder, letting her fall to the ground, where she lay half dead with fear. Claire tried to control her sense of panic. She tried to think of how she could be saved. A thought leapt into her mind; Carol was expecting her and, when she didn’t arrive, Carol would call her home to see what had happened. Her mother would realize something was wrong and would call the police. They’d come and search, perhaps they’d find her before he was able to rape her. The thought of being rescued filled her with hope and she felt braver.
Just as she’d come to that conclusion she felt a tug at her ankles, she looked down and saw that the man was undoing the piece of cloth that he’d used to tie her feet together. Panic once again filled her mind as she wondered what he was going to do.
She didn’t have long to wait to find out; he tied the red cloth to her bound hands, held it up like a leash and tugged on it to make sure it was secure. Then he used it to pull the girl, stumbling, to her feet. Although she tried to resist he dragged her to a nearby tree and, reaching up, tied the end of the rope to a branch that was high enough to make her have to stand on tiptoes even with her arms stretched above her head.
Although she was on tiptoes, Claire was aware that the man was still bigger than her, it felt as if a giant was towering over her. He slid his hands down her arms to her shoulders and spun her around so that he was standing behind her.
He laughed at he muffled sounds of protest and pain that she made. He was beginning to have fun. Her body twitched as he reached around her to squeeze her breasts painfully hard at the same time as he began to lick and then bite her naked shoulders. Looking down Claire could see his rough hands, stained by nicotine, as they kneaded her tender flesh and squeezed her nipples. Tears of humiliation flowed from her eyes, making everything out of focus as she gazed around wildly.
After a few minutes, he dropped one hand to her waist, found the zipper of her skirt and opened it. The skirt was pushed over her hips and she felt it slide down her thighs and drop to the ground at her feet. Next the hand was slid over her naked belly and under the material of her panties. She bucked wildly as his fingers found her clit and twisted it.
With one of the man’s hands pulling at her nipples and the other at her clit; the two most sensitive parts of her body were racked with pain. The sensations grew stronger and stronger Claire felt that she was going to pass out but, at that moment, both hands stopped their cruel caresses.
There was no time to feel relief as Claire felt her panties being pulled so that the material came tight in her slit before she heard it rip as it was pulled free. Now she was completely naked, shivering with fright, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin.
The man stood in front of her taking a minute to savor the sight of the beautiful, blonde as she hung there. He thought about taking off her gag so he could hear her moan and beg but he didn’t want to have to worry about any screams being heard. Although they were completely hidden there could always be someone passing on the path where he’d found his two little tasty treats.
He enjoyed looking at her; her breasts were large but firm as they could only be with a teenager. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, showing the marks of her bikini. Her hips were rounded and her belly flat. In addition her legs were well shaped. Most enticing, however, was that patch of curly blonde pubic hair; he wanted the pleasure of parting those thighs and forcing himself into her.
The man kicked off his shoes and took off his pants. He rubbed his penis slowly with one hand. Despite her horror Claire could not take her eyes of his prick. It was already large but it grew bigger and bigger as she watched. It was monstrous; it would rip her apart when he raped her.
“Looking at your future?” he said, gloatingly, “You dress like a real cock teaser but I wouldn’t be surprised if you were still a pure little virgin. Well”, he continued, “Virgin or not this thing’ll make you bleed when I ram it into you. Watch it grow, bitch, you soon won’t see it any more but you’ll fucking feel it ‘cos it’ll be fucking you!”
Forcing herself to look away, Claire looked over the man’s shoulder as she scanned the clearing hoping that someone would come; someone who would end this nightmare. Her roving eyes noticed a pale shape not far away and she focused on it.
It took a moment or two before she realized that it was a body. The naked body of a girl that was slumped, face down, arms wrapped around the trunk of a small tree. Claire could see that the girl wasn’t moving. The girl’s clothes were scattered near her body. Her heart almost stopped as she recognized the clothes that Carol had been wearing. As her eyes wandered the length of the girl’s body from her curly brown hair to her outstretched legs she realized that it was Carol who was lying there.
If Carol was there then she wouldn’t be calling Claire’s home to see where she was. If there was no phone call then no one would know that Claire was missing. No one would come looking for her. There was no chance of rescue. Claire’s body slumped in despair.
As she assimilated the knowledge a greater horror dawned in her mind. She could see the dark stain between Carol’s thighs and the swarm of flies that was attracted to it. Claire had realized that the man was going to rape her but, at the sight of Carol’s body, she realized that maybe he was going to kill her too.
Claire’s body froze as her brain was overwhelmed with the hopelessness of her situation. She lost control of her bladder and urine began to run down her naked thighs. Even in this horrible situation she felt embarrassed; she hadn’t peed like that since she was a baby.
From the horror of the future she was brought back to the horror of the present as the man hooked his hands around her upper thighs, lifting her off the ground as he stretched her legs apart. Claire felt the tip of his prick rub against the lips of her vagina and realized that her rape was about to begin. But nothing had prepared her for the searing pain as he thrust himself viciously inside her. The thin membrane of her virginity was no defense against the strength and violence of the penetration. Claire screamed in agony as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her until she felt the tip of his penis force itself past her cervix and into her womb. She screamed again and again as the waves of pain coursed through her body. She had never felt pain this intense ever before.
The man laughed out loud as he heard her muffled screams. He got pleasure from the pain of his victims and was enjoying the blonde girls cries, the tears that streamed down her cheeks and the desperate twisting of her body as she tried, with no chance of success, to tear herself free from his violation.
He settled into a steady rhythm of thrusts into the girl as his hands squeezed her tender body. He had lifted her high enough that her breasts were level with his mouth and he began to alternate between sucking on the nipples, forcing them to distend in response, and biting her breasts until he could taste her blood.
Having come three times with his other victim not that long ago he was able to take a long time to build to his climax. He enjoyed dragging the experience out for this girl. After a while, her screams died down to be replaced by whimpers of pain and wracking sobs.
Finally his grunts got louder and quicker and after, what had felt like an eternity to Claire, he came at last; she dimly felt the spurt of his semen deep inside her damaged body. Slowly the man pulled back out of her, his penis damp with blood and semen. He let go of her thighs and Claire slumped down, held up only by the cloth that bound her wrists about her head to the tree branch. The pain in her arms was nothing to the waves of fire that came from her damaged vagina.
The man stepped away and looked, with satisfaction as the damage he had done to the beautiful teenager; blood dripped from her injured breasts and mingled with the blood leaking from her destroyed maidenhead. Idly he picked up her ripped panties and wiped his penis clean. “What next?” he wondered as he looked at the helpless blonde hanging there naked, available for whatever he could imagine to do with her.
Seeing the girl hanging there totally at his mercy, roused all the cruelty in the man. He’d noticed before that the more helpless his victims the more he liked to hurt them; he didn’t bother to wonder why, he just followed his desires.
He thought that those ripe young breasts and those enticing mounds of her arse were just asking to be punished. He grabbed his knife and wandered a few yards away where an ash tree had some strong, supple saplings; cutting one he stripped off the leaves and made a flexible switch about three feet long. He whipped it back and forth listening to the whistle as it arched through the air.
Satisfied he stepped close to where Claire hung, her eyes closed, overwhelmed by the pain he had inflicted on her tender body. But, her eyes flew open and her body jerked at the new pain she felt as the switch was whipped against her breasts, leaving a red stripe on her flesh.
The man’s lips pulled back in a savage grin as he saw her response. He struck her again and again across her breasts until drops of blood seeped through her skin. Then he turned his attention to her buttocks, treating them as cruelly as he had her breasts.
When the pain became too intense Claire’s eyes rolled up and she slumped into a faint; her body swaying slightly from the power of his whipping.
Once he realized that she could no longer feel the pain he stopped. The exercise in cruelty had been enough to rouse him once more. He cut the girl free from the bonds that tied her to the tree. Claire dropped onto her knees and then forward onto her face, where she lay motionless.
It wasn’t long before he saw the girl begin to move feebly as she returned to painful consciousness. Bending over her he untied the cloth that gagged. There was no danger that she’d do any screaming now. Then he hauled her up onto her knees and slapped her face until her blue eyes opened. She stared at him blankly, feebly wondering what torture was in store for her. After the pain of being stretched above her head, her arms hung, useless, at her sides.
He ordered her to open her mouth; feeling totally beaten she unable to offer any resistance and did as he demanded. He slid his penis, semi-erect and still damp with his semen and her blood, between her lips. Claire followed his command and began to suck. For some reason her senses were hyper sensitive; she could taste distinctly the mix of blood, semen and urine that coated his shaft. Her lips could feel the pulsing of the blood vessels in his penis as it began to swell. Apart from the input from her senses Claire could feel her mind beginning to get hazy. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening now.
Satisfied that she had started his shaft on its path to orgasm the man pulled his prick out of her mouth and, grabbing her under the armpits, dragged the defenseless girl backwards and let her drop, face up, over a fallen log. There he positioned her with her legs apart and her groin open for his attack.
And attack it he did. Without a thought for his victim he forced his huge member, once more between the swollen labia and into her injured vagina. He took a sick pleasure in pushing as roughly as he could; laughing as he felt her body ripping under his assault.
It took a while for him to reach climax and each thrust into the teenager added to the pain that threatened to overwhelm her. Before he finished Claire, like her friend Carol, was no longer aware of what was happening.
When he was, finally, satisfied the man ejaculated with a grunt, swiftly pulled back out of the young girl’s body and stood up. He wiped his penis dry on Claire’s skirt before dressing again. He didn’t bother to check if she was still alive. The fate of his victims was of no interest to him. As he started to walk away he paused, picked up the torn remnants of her panties, and shoved them in his pocket.
After he left, the clearing was still. The two bodies lay there, on either side of the open space, dappled by the sunshine through the branches of the trees. Some of the flies that had been clustered between Carol’s thighs were attracted by the smell of Claire’s blood, as it seeped from her mangled body. They buzzed across the clearing to settle and start feasting on the bright red liquid before it congealed. A beautiful yellow butterfly landed on her cheek to sip the moisture before her tears dried.
High in the blue sky a turkey vulture started to descend in slow spirals attracted to the motionless bodies. As the first vulture started, its movement attracted two other vultures that flew over to join its carrion feast.
