Then it stopped suddenly. With one last thrust he jammed the whole of his huge cock into the girl slumping onto the girl as he came into the girl finally being able to fully submerge his cock into her cunt. An intense orgasm washed through his loins and muscles. It felt as sweet as the manna of heaven. His body twitched and shuttered. She felt for the first time the heat of a man’s release flood into her insides. Wave after wave of the hot thick substance pumping into her. The screams of the girl quieted into soft whimpers. The girl began to fruitlessly hit at the man as he laughed and wrapped his powerful hands around the girl’s throat again.
His powerful arm lifted her up and slid her sweaty squirming body up the wall. There was a playful and sickening plopping noise as his prick pulled from the girl. He then pulled the camera back to get a full image of the girl’s body. Her small pussy lips dripped with blood and cum. A slow trickle of the mix ran down her lengthy legs and dripped onto the floor. Mille watched as the lens came closer the girls gushing pussy and it showed a battered little fuck hole open and a gaped oozing blood and the white cream of cum. She noticed that the girl’s body had stopped squirming. For a moment the blonde felt release as the world around her faded into black and the pain slowly flood away like the pouring of water from a jar. She stopped her struggle and let the dark take hold.
The man took noticed the little girl’s limp body: he uttered something in disgust and threw the limp form on the floor in the same way someone would discard a bad fruit. The camera then came around revealing the face of some man scowling into the lens. A man Mille did not know. The sight of him made Mille yelp in horror at the sight of him. He turned the camera back on the blonde’s lifeless body and stayed focused on her saying something in a raspy whisper. Mille began to cry… Then the girl moved slightly.
Her feet shifted on the floor, and she came to life again gasping and whimpering. Pain washed over her body again. The horrible torn feeling of muscles and tendons being stretched and broken screamed from the insides of her crouch and underside of her belly. It was like being reborn in a fucked up kind of way. The man responded with a laugh at the unexpected revival of the girl. He moved the camera to her crying face, and slowly the screen faded to black.
“End of Episode708– A Killing” in white letters the title streamed across the screen.
Mille sat on the carpet of her living room floor and did not know what to think, or do after having watched a fifteen minute clip of a budding teenage blonde girl being brutally raped. She didn’t notice the titles of the next episode run across the screen, “Episode709– Raging Interruption”.
Her developing mind was not meant to be subjected to such unholy horror. The evils in the world were always meant for the world of men and women, not little girls. She was confused and scared. She started to cry softly. Just as the next episode was starting she rushed to the DVD player ejected the disk and quickly placed it back in the holder and into unlocked cabinet.
She scrambled into her bed room sitting at her desk. She began drawing. The images of the girl and the hand of that held her unfolded ugly from crayon and pencil. She stopped crying as she drew. Her eyes were wide and dilated; focused and afraid. She drew and drew of nothing but of what she had just witnessed.
Sticks was having a nightmare about Mille. He could sense she was afraid and being hurt somewhere but he could not find her. He woke up with the sun lazily hanging over the horizon and the grass was cooler than when he fell asleep and Mille was gone. She probably went inside to watch TV or draw… he could sense there was something wrong with Mille. He barked with his tail erect expecting her to pop her head out from the house, but there was no response. He began to panic and barked wildly as he rushed inside the house looking for the girl. He found her at her desk but she did not turn around to meet him.
Sticks whined to no avail. He nuzzled against her leg and finally she noticed him. She said something and fell to the floor hugging him. She held him so tight it hurt, but he did not yelp or whine. He tried licking the side of her head as she whimpered. She clung to him like the world was about to end. Images of the scene strewn about the floor drawn in the colors and hand of a child in pain…
Carole was the first to arrive home. Mille was outside in the backyard sitting next to Sticks. Carol dropped her purse on the table and went outside to say hello to her little girl. She sat next to Mille grabbed her and gave her a light hug. Mille was the love of Carol’s world. She was the only thing that made any amount of sense, and the only person worth loving. She noticed without a blink that something was a little different about her little girl.
“Is everything okay Mille?” she said to her daughter.
Mille turned to her mom. She looked into her mom’s greens eyes and lied. “Everything’s okay mama”, and the beginning of the end had begun to unfold. Mille turned away with the images still fresh in her mind’s eye. Nothing could undo what she witnessed. Not even the deep love of a caring mother could undo the damage dealt.
If there was evil in the world Hamilton knew its seed. If there was good in it, Mille knew it not… at least not anymore. And if there was still a bit of ignorance in that world Carole was a prime example of the term in chaos. Here in Marshall the End of the World would be born and there be no stopping it.
Mille went to sleep that night and she dreamt. She dreamt of Hell. In it a world of flame, blackened skies, burning exposed flesh and the screams of a billion damned souls being tortured by the most unholy of demons.
In that twisted dream she saw her teacher being horribly eviscerated. Her name was Kristine Castle widow of Joseph Castle. She was a young twenty-five year old History teacher with just barely a year of teaching experience and she lost her husband when she was twenty-three in a freak accident. Kristine never remarried and dated frequently but never steadily with anyone suitor. She was a beautiful Native American woman hailing from the tribe of the Rose Bud Sioux with some amount of French Canadian in her bloodline. Her jet black dark hair always had a brilliant reflective shine. Her softly dark skin was a treat to the eye with her curvy coke bottle shape. Though her measurements may not have been in the double D’s she had a defined seductive shape to her hips and those breasts of hers where to die for. They almost perfect in shape and size matching her body perfectly.
She was known to be an extremely kind and always took interest into each student she had. A fan of stand up comedians she always recited lines and phrases making her a favorite of the school‘s faculty. She spent time with school events and always made time after class each day for any student that might have needed help in anyway. Mille thought she was the most beautiful woman she saw, even prettier than her mom.