Then with all of my might I slammed the bat straight at her fucking whore mouth. Every tooth in her mouth seemed to snap in the bloody explosion that resulted, and I hit out a second time – those fucking teeth of hers were so far down her cunt throat, she’d need a fucking fishing pole to retrieve them. She let out a garbled scream of sorts and collapsed again.
I dropped the bat, went into my little toy room, and returned with my trusty knife, which I then rammed up her ‘virgin’ cunt to the hilt. All seven steely sharp inches, which I turned and twisted once I had her cunt impaled. I left my knife sticking out of her slutty cunt, and I walked out.
Let her die, let her be dead. I didn’t fucking care. I wasn’t planning on returning to the room for at least a week. She’d suffer a slow death, I hoped. Yes sir, I fucking hoped.
I knew I’d get a new lesson out of her somehow, I just didn’t know what yet . . . !
* * * * *
She then stood, dressed, and started back towards the house. I watched her come closer, and when she got to the house, I took a deep breath, pushed my fear down, and went out to greet her.
I wasn’t sure why she was here, but I also didn’t want her to get suspicious of me either. Time for that later, I thought. For now, I had to be as natural as I could be, and give her no reason for suspicion.
“Hello,” I said as casually as I could. “Can I help you? Are you lost?” I gotta tell you, I was shitting bricks, inside, but calm as a lamb outside! I was always good at hiding my true feelings!
“Hi,” she said, all friendly, and smiles. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I got a flat tire down on the road, and my cell phone won’t work. Do you have a phone so I can get some help, please?”
I didn’t want her in my goddamn house. That much I knew, not until I knew who she was, or why she was here! Could I get rid of her? Fuck, I hated strangers. And, I especially hated pretty strangers, who suspiciously arrived, with no good reason! What should I do? Was this a police trap?
I was hoping this was truly a sad coincidence, by her, and not a set up. Were the police suspicious of me? Did they know about the other whores? Was she a trap sent here to snare me? If I fixed her tire, would she just drive off?
“Maybe I can help,” I tried to be polite. “I am quite good around cars.” I wanted rid of her, NOW. If I offered to help her, would that be enough? Of course it would, I thought, but she ignored my offer.
“No thanks,” she insisted. “I think I need to get a tow truck. The car is sitting on a lot of soft soil, and I don’t think it would be safe to try and jack it up there.”
Oh boy, I was trying so hard to be calm, but my heart was racing. I was trying so hard to be nice to this slut. I wanted her, I did, I’ll be honest, but I also wasn’t stupid either. I also wanted rid of her, more than I wanted to fuck her, just now. She wouldn’t listen to anything I was saying though.
“If I could just use your phone, then I’ll return to my car,” she just wouldn’t listen, why wouldn’t she listen? To this day, I swear it was all her fault what happened next. I was gonna let her walk away, and even fix her fucking tire for her, but no, she wouldn’t listen! If only she wasn’t so fucking stupid! My conscience is clear.
Fuck her. “Oh, ok,” I said, smiling (and shitting razor blades!). “Please come in.” She was here, and if she had been followed, I had to act normal, let her use the phone, then be polite, and escort her off the property, and if . . . by chance, she truly did stumble here accidentally, who was I to refuse a gift horse?
I was pretty sure she was alone. I had been watching the road for over half an hour, staring at nothing in particular (as I sometimes do), just daydreaming (I do that a lot), and I had seen her many minutes before she even saw the house. Surely I would have seen any others, if they were hiding? And she wouldn’t have taken a piss if her fellow workers were watching, would she? She certainly wouldn’t have been so bold and sluttish as to have wiped her cunt in front of the police, would she? My mind was reeling, but my cock was also stirring. The more I thought about her, and the more my eyes scanned the area, the more I knew she was alone. She had to be. Who, in their right mind, would strip naked, and flash their cunt, if their fellow workers were watching? This couldn’t be a trap, it was too sloppy!
As she walked passed me, I swear she rubbed her huge tits across my arm. Fuck it, I decided. That was too fucking much. This cunt was now mine!
As I walked her through the house to the phone I hit her hard, thinking she would go down immediately. Fuck, she didn’t go down! When she didn’t fall down, I hit her harder. Then she went down. I quickly stripped her clothes off, (all two garments! – throwing them in the corner, I’d take them to her car later), and started pawing at her tits and cunt. I was gonna have some fun with her tonight, sure enough.
I was gonna have a lot of fun tonight. Fuck it, no one probably knew she was here! I was pretty certain now. She wasn’t a trap, just a stupid, dumb, fucking whore, sent to me, in my hour of need. There was a god after all, lol.
I dragged her down to the basement and tied her to the big bed I had in my ‘special room’. I wanted her to know exactly what she was in for and I took my belt off and started to whip her tits.
She didn’t stir, so I left her and went up to get rid of her car.
I had to be very careful it wasn’t a trap, but after a long careful search, I was sure she was alone. Wearing my trusty gloves, and without caring whether I further damaged her flat tire, I got her car out of the soft soil by rocking back and forth. I constantly looked around as I worked, and never saw a soul. When the car came free, I drove it up my driveway, into the shed, and hid it near the car trailer, knowing it was perfectly safe until nightfall. I left, locking the shed securely. The windows in the shed were blocked over, and the lock was big, let them try to break in!
I went inside, stripped, and gave my cock a workout, lol. I wanted a strong hard cock for my fun. I didn’t realize I had left the light on in her room until I got back, but who cares, she was never gonna escape, so what if she saw my face? I had tied her tightly, in my own special way, arms and legs stretched out, permitting me to gain any access to her I wanted, without her being able to stop me. I knew she couldn’t get away (none of the others ever had), and I took my own sweet time returning to her. Let her panic some more, I thought, then she’ll be more obedient.
* * * * *
The first several sluts I took didn’t really panic, so much as “shut down” and go into shock (except Missie Lezzie, who had a bigger set of balls than me, lol). I think it was the fourth, or was it the fifth that lashed out at me with everything she had in her? Oh another lesson learned that day, yes sir! I started using ropes on them then. Up until then I just threw them into my pleasure room and left them huddled on the floor, or bed. But that one cunt really took to me badly. Hell, it took weeks for her scratches to heal, and I even thought I was gonna have to go see a doctor at one stage, so badly was I infected.