COMING SOON
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Tobias: Bag ‘em & Tag ‘em
My hand came down swiftly across the ass of Becky… or Bonnie… or Betty. Something that starts with a B. It’s not important. She’s not important. Her yells echoed off the walls of the nearly desolate room while wiggling against my dick as she sprawled out across my lap. Inhaling deeply until the cherry of my cigarette glowed, I pulled it from my lips, smiling at her as she looked over her shoulder at me in what I guessed was a seductive manner. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I told her to stop doing that.
Pressing the fire end against her ass, she screamed, releasing her lip as she struggled to free herself from my grip. Embers scattered across her milky flesh causing her to buck wildly. I laughed before finally raising my arm and letting her scurry across the room like a feral rat, slamming her body against the door as she twisted and pulled at the knob while sobs wracked her petite frame.
I cocked my head to the side admiring the thick black streaks that lined her face, like a broken clown, the tears still clinging to her trembling chin. My dick grew harder with each violent rapture of her body. Pushing from my seat, I began to slowly cross the room, not because I didn’t want her to panic, but because fear makes time slow. I wanted this moment to last a lifetime for her. I wanted her heart to give out from the sheer panic that widened her eyes.
“Please… please… please… please…” was all she kept repeating. It was… odd. No prayers to God, no begging me, the real Messiah, for forgiveness or mercy. Just, please. Please, what? Please hurry up and kill me already? Do whatever it is that pleases you?
Cracking my knuckles, I stopped just before reaching her, tapping the heel of my motorcycle boot against the concrete floor. When her head dipped to look at my foot, I swung, connecting the toe to the bottom of her chin and sending her sprawling backward, her head bouncing off the steel door.
I shook my head as I sank down on my haunches, flipping her raven-colored hair from her face. She was peaceful, still as she slept before me. Where was the fun I that?
“Wake up,” I growled as I slapped her cheek, the sting biting the flesh of my palm. She stirred, mumbling incoherently before her eyes shot open and she began to panic.
“What’s your name, sugar tits?”
“B-B-B-Becka,” she stammered, and I chuckled as I pulled my cigarettes from my shirt pocket, lighting one with my Zippo. Her eyes widened as she watched the cherry glow.
“B-B-B-Becka?” I teased. “I was close.” Blowing out a plume of smoke in her face, she coughed, waving her hand frantically to get some fresh air. “There are a lot worse ways to go than second-hand smoke.”
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want.” She reached out, running her timid hand over my thigh. My, she was a brave little thing, but I wasn’t interested.
“I’d rather fuck an old, pissy mattress,” I sneered, pushing to my feet as I took another drag of my smoke. Leaning back against the door, she held her palms out toward me trying to offer herself some sort of protection, but it wouldn’t do her any good. B-B-B-Becka was going to die tonight, and I was going to enjoy her suffering.
Tobias: Bag ‘em & Tag ‘em
My hand came down swiftly across the ass of Becky… or Bonnie… or Betty. Something that starts with a B. It’s not important. She’s not important. Her yells echoed off the walls of the nearly desolate room while wiggling against my dick as she sprawled out across my lap. Inhaling deeply until the cherry of my cigarette glowed, I pulled it from my lips, smiling at her as she looked over her shoulder at me in what I guessed was a seductive manner. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I told her to stop doing that.
Pressing the fire end against her ass, she screamed, releasing her lip as she struggled to free herself from my grip. Embers scattered across her milky flesh causing her to buck wildly. I laughed before finally raising my arm and letting her scurry across the room like a feral rat, slamming her body against the door as she twisted and pulled at the knob while sobs wracked her petite frame.
I cocked my head to the side admiring the thick black streaks that lined her face, like a broken clown, the tears still clinging to her trembling chin. My dick grew harder with each violent rapture of her body. Pushing from my seat, I began to slowly cross the room, not because I didn’t want her to panic, but because fear makes time slow. I wanted this moment to last a lifetime for her. I wanted her heart to give out from the sheer panic that widened her eyes.
“Please… please… please… please…” was all she kept repeating. It was… odd. No prayers to God, no begging me, the real Messiah, for forgiveness or mercy. Just, please. Please, what? Please hurry up and kill me already? Do whatever it is that pleases you?
Cracking my knuckles, I stopped just before reaching her, tapping the heel of my motorcycle boot against the concrete floor. When her head dipped to look at my foot, I swung, connecting the toe to the bottom of her chin and sending her sprawling backward, her head bouncing off the steel door.
I shook my head as I sank down on my haunches, flipping her raven-colored hair from her face. She was peaceful, still as she slept before me. Where was the fun I that?
“Wake up,” I growled as I slapped her cheek, the sting biting the flesh of my palm. She stirred, mumbling incoherently before her eyes shot open and she began to panic.
“What’s your name, sugar tits?”
“B-B-B-Becka,” she stammered, and I chuckled as I pulled my cigarettes from my shirt pocket, lighting one with my Zippo. Her eyes widened as she watched the cherry glow.
“B-B-B-Becka?” I teased. “I was close.” Blowing out a plume of smoke in her face, she coughed, waving her hand frantically to get some fresh air. “There are a lot worse ways to go than second-hand smoke.”
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want.” She reached out, running her timid hand over my thigh. My, she was a brave little thing, but I wasn’t interested.
“I’d rather fuck an old, pissy mattress,” I sneered, pushing to my feet as I took another drag of my smoke. Leaning back against the door, she held her palms out toward me trying to offer herself some sort of protection, but it wouldn’t do her any good. B-B-B-Becka was going to die tonight, and I was going to enjoy her suffering.
