Stacie is a beautiful teenage girl. Little does she know that her world is about to change dramatically
Stacie was about 5'4", 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue eyes that looked as if they were about to burst forth with tears, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, white knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.
She was having a subdued argument with her male companion, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.
When her boyfriend went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.
She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark alley in front of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.
"MMMUMMMFFF...MMURMMPPHHHH!!!", she whimpered into my hand as she struggled a bit.
"Shut up little girl! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and nobody would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it?", I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.
"Keep quiet and put your hands behind your back.", I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.
She crossed her wrists behind her back.
"What are you...?"
"I said shut up!", I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrists together behind her back. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling young lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could make out the faint sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long while, so my victim wouldn't know where she was or how far she had been taken.
I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie's eyes were wide with fear after having been in the trunk for so long. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her luscious mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she didn't do as I told her, I would kill her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears spill down her cheeks and hear her whimpers. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the ground and ripped open her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm tits and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face
"Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I'm going to rape you and fill you with my seed. I hope you're on birth control.", I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her head, either to protest that she was about to get raped or that she wasn't on birth control. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnants down her trembling thighs, before ripping off her panties. Completely naked, except for her white thigh high stockings and black flats, the young woman was helpless...and all mine.
"Spread your legs, Stacie.", I leered, as I pulled down my pants and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie's ankles apart between two trees, making her even more helpless. I pulled off her gag.
"Please! Let me go!!", she sobbed.
"Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and daddy will never see or hear from you again!", I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.
"You know what I want, so start sucking!"
Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.
"Breathe through your nose, whore!", I commanded, as her head bobbed back and forth, her lips contorted around my penis.
After a while, I pulled out of her mouth and slid my cock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.
"N-No!...Please!!", Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit, trying to find her pussy. Damn, she was tight!
"Are you a virgin?", I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie's helpless and probably fertile young body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.
"Mmmmm...so tight! You are all mine now, little girl. Nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You're...helpless."
Stacie began to writhe and squirm underneath me, in an effort to get free even as I pumped my cock into her tight young pussy.
Her fear was total, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful realization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.
She was crying as my penis went limp, still pumping my semen into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.
Through her gag, the young woman asked me to take off her scarf gag.
"Only if you don't scream.", I ordered. She agreed. "How old are you?" I asked removingStacie's gag.
"I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you've destroyed my clothes? I can't go home naked! My parents would kill me. They'd think I was a slut.", she wailed.
"Who said you were ever going home again?", I leered. Stacie's eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the realization that her parents would never see her again.
"W-W-What are you going to do with me now?", she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled silence again. I left her there tightly bound, as I uncovered a hole five and a half feet long, three feet wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim couldn't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video camera that had captured her getting raped.
I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and cries of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.
"Well Stacie, I can't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also can't take the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now...I am going to make sure that no one ever sees you alive again."
Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl's muffled screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her long blonde hair, pulled her head back and maneuvered the thick noose over her head, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the right side of her head. I settled her feet on the stool and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her feet. Her skimmer flats slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep her balance.
I grabbed the stool and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared eyes of a naked and violated young girl who knew she was about to die.
"Or...instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex slave and force you to have my baby. What's it gonna be?", I asked. "Nod at which option you choose. Murder?". She shook her head 'No'.
"Or slavery and forced motherhood?". Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.
I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little slut again. I'll have to keep an eye on the news for any reports concerning the little girl.