Warning, this story is not for everyone. It contains snuff and rape. If this is not your cup of tea, do not proceed. You will not find what you are looking for down below.
If however you are looking for something like that, then enjoy.
All characters are above the age of 18.
They called it the worst earthquake in modern history. I called it the easiest hunting day ever. There’s something wrong deep inside me. Most people are well adapted and sociable for our modern world, and if they have bad thoughts then they disregard them. But I can’t disregard them. My brain is stuck in prehistoric times and is always thinking about how to take what it wants. If I don’t give it something every now and then, it becomes unbearable. What it demands requires me to be careful, and it doesn’t like that. When it sees a pretty woman walking down the street, it wants to throw her against a wall and take her right then and there. But I can’t do that without going to prison or worse. I always wondered if God hated me and so I was cursed this way, or if it was some sort of test that I failed. But after the earthquake, I started considering a different option. What if, it was a test I passed.
It seemed like a normal day, with a sunny sky. I was walking down a street and was approaching some school for girls. I liked walking by it. Much too high profile target for me to make plans, but it gave me fantasy material. Suddenly, the earth began to roll and shake. I live somewhere where they are pretty common (you’ve probably got some idea on where I am now) so I could immediately tell this was different. The shaking was sharp and stronger than any other I’d experienced before. The building to my right looked like it was made of stronger stuff than my left so I bolted over to it and ducked against it, covering my head and neck. The shaking went on for minutes, and I could hear buildings crack around all around. Glass shattered, telephone and electric poles detonated, and wires slapped across the street. There hadn’t been too many people on the street with me, but the screaming was so loud you wouldn’t have guessed that. A harder crackling told me a building somewhere close by had fallen in on itself and I squeezed myself into a smaller position. Truth be told, I don’t know exactly what was going through my head. Maybe I prayed, maybe I was the main one I could hear screaming. What I do know, is that the shaking finally stopped. I stayed in place for a couple minutes afterwards, then got up and looked around. The block was unrecognizable with massive damage to all the buildings. Even the strong building I sheltered against had massive cracks running through it. I shuddered as I thought about what would have happened if a portion had fallen off. I picked my way forward through the rubble and broken glass on autopilot more than anything else. I looked to the school, and the certain part of my brain triggered. The building had taken catastrophic damage, but the exterior walls were still standing. I heard a metallic groan from inside, and a stream of students and adults poured out of the building. I mentally set my voice and facial features to concerned authority and walked right up to one adult. “Is there anyone still inside?” I asked. The teacher (probably at least) looked at me for a moment, but the event had rattled her too much. “I th-think so.”
“I’ll go and get them. Don’t let civilians enter, it’s too dangerous.” She nodded in her daze and I rushed in. I don’t actually have any authority, but confidence and the right voice can be a dangerous combination.
Inside, the school looked much worse than even the outside betrayed. Concrete tiles were cracked to hell, and the hall was littered with rubble. I picked my way through carefully and stopped at an intersection. I listened for any sounds, and a smile spread across my face. I could hear sounds of struggling to my left. I moved that way and followed the halls until I came to the classroom the noises were coming from. The doorway still stood, but the door was two steps away from kindling and spread all over the ground. I looked inside and saw a good chunk of metal from the roof had fallen in, catching a girl’s leg. She was stuck under it, with her friend desperately trying to lift it. Both girls were fairly pale with long brown hair. I’ve always been terrible at guessing ages, but they were too developed to be that young. Both girls had full figures, though the trapped girl was skinnier and looked to be taller. I walked in quickly and said with authority “I’m here to help.” The girl who was still standing turned quickly and (assuming the best apparently) said “We need to lift this.”
“Is there anything we can use for leverage? Something long and tough.” Her head jerked to snapped bit of metal that looked like it would do well. I grabbed it and made like I was going to set it up to help. The standing girl turned back to the metal trapping her friend, and I took the chance to swing the piece of metal. Not hard enough to kill, but enough to knock her out. She fell forward and bounced off of rubble to land on her back. I quickly knelt down to the trapped girl. “Scream and you both die.” The authority in my voice was a different kind now. A harder kind. She gulped and fought against new tears. “Are you going to scream?” I asked. “No.” She replied softly. I nodded and reached a hand towards her. She tried to move, but the metal pinning her didn’t leave much space to pull away. I brushed my hand down her neck, then over the shirt of her uniform. When I reached her breasts, I stopped and squeezed. It was small, but well developed and felt full under my hand. I squeezed again, then found a hole in the fabric caused by some shard of debris. Using both hands, I pulled and ripped until her shirt was nothing but strips of fabric unable to cover anything. Pulling a strip away entirely, I wrapped part of a long sliver of glass in it, then used that to cut her bra off. She whimpered in fear so I held the makeshift knife to her throat. The noise caught in her throat and she choked it back, letting tears run freely down her face. Her bare breast hung out now, oddly clean compared to the rest of her skin which was covered in dust and scrapes. I squeezed again, and almost moaned in pleasure. I traced my fingers over a nipple, feeling it involuntary harden at my touch. I smiled again, then repositioned to where I was more behind her. The rubble prevented my getting fully behind her, but I could still flip her skirt up for a beautiful look at her ass. White panties tried to cover it, but the shape was easy to make out. I violently grabbed it, barely able to contain myself, and she whimpered in pain as her trapped leg tried to move. I reached one hand out to the back of her neck and shoved her face down, while ripping at the underwear with my other. The combined sight had me as hard as I could get, and I knew I needed to start. But at that moment, the friend started moaning as she approached consciousness. I frowned briefly, then smiled. I took my makeshift knife again, then looked the trapped girl in the eyes. “Thanks for the foreplay.” Her eyes widened right before the glass slashed across her throat. Blood came pouring out and her eyes lost focus. The new sight had my cock straining down below so I let it out and turned to the slowly awakening girl. I quickly flipped her skirt up, and ripped her panties down. The movement brought her closer to consciousness, but I didn’t waste any time. I quickly shoved myself inside her. This brought her all the way awake and she tried to yell in pain and surprise. But my hands were around her throat. She couldn’t even let out a cough of air. I started thrusting, working against the her dryness. Her hands tried to remove mine, but in my animalistic state she could do nothing to remove my hands. Feeling her throat slowly crush under my hands, and her body’s betrayal as I felt wetness around my cock brought me even closer but I tried to put it off. I continued thrusting violently into her as her movements slowed. Her hands now couldn’t even try and remove me. I let out a low groan as her body began death spasms as I finally came. It felt like geyser and all I could do was ride it out with my hands around her neck. After almost a minute, I was able to remove myself from her, and limp body fell fully back. Her dead eyes gazed up at me in shock and pain. I smiled at them, then used my glass knife to slice her shirt off and towel off my cock. Then, just for fun, I cut her bra off. Especially in death, her bare breasts were beautiful. A full cup bigger than the other girl I thought. At that thought, I turned around to face the other girl. I briefly considered using her open mouth on myself, but shook my hand. As much as I hated her going to waste, I couldn’t spend too much time here. I needed to see if anyone else needed my help. With that, I strode out of the room and continued down the hallway.
