It’s true, I’m a fucking genius. I have literally gotten away with murder, several killings if the truth is told. I enjoy ending lives, especially the lives of beautiful girls. You know the girls I mean, the ones that are so beautiful that men are afraid to approach them. The ones that look down their noses at everyone I find the most fun ... the most enjoyable to rape and kill that is.
Admit it friend, you’ve thought about it. Choking the life out of some snobby, stuck up whore that thinks she is above you and your kind. Come on now, you have a dark thing you want to do. Everyone has their own dark fantasies, their desires that they know would freak-out anyone that found out about them. Those closely guarded secret wants they would never act on, the only difference between you and me, I satisfy my urges. I’m I worse or better than you? You who burns in your fantasies you are too ball-less a fuck to fulfill your dark lust. Taking a bitch against her will, that’s a blast. Killing the worthless cunt after, that’s living large.
I remembered this one girl from a convenience store, I’d tried to buy her a soda, but this little ghetto street urchin, BITCH, would have none of it. The girl called me a creepy cracker perv. That putdown, no matter how accurate it might have been, sealed the cunts fate. I waited for her, watched for that teen sex machine to come out of the store. I didn’t have to wait long. She sauntered from the store and strutted down the side of the street. A dark pixy, a young, sweet berry who thought, no she knew, she was too good for the likes of me.
I followed behind her ready to pounce. Ebony skin, a darker shade of night than the moonless sky gave this dreary, distressed, poverty laden neighborhood. The whites of her eyes, the silvery t-shirt, pure white cutoffs, and her pearlescent teeth stood in stark contrast with her dark, silken skin. The young, future neighborhood whore stood there, a big smile on her face, her hand waving in the air at some other ... nigger in this godforsaken land of despair. He halfway acknowledged her and moved on the opposite direction. The dark lynx saw my car at that point, turned her pleasingly plump, round ass toward me, and began to walk faster away, time to act. You see, I’d have this black alley cat.
Pushing the pedal to the floor, I gunned my car around her, twisted the wheel and slammed the brakes. The car bounded up on the sidewalk, screeched to a stop. In a flash, I jumped out the door right in front of her, balling up a fist, I swung hard. Not too hard, wouldn’t want to break anything, not yet at least, my fist connected with her jaw and bitch plunged to the ground.
Only then did I look around, no one saw what happened. I get impetuous sometimes, a rash decision could be my undoing. That notwithstanding, no harm and no foul this day. I picked up the 4-foot-10-inch, 90-pound bundle, loaded her into the back seat of my Town Car, and zip-cuffed her. The dark cat was caged, I could have my way with this wild panther at my leisure.
I left the dirt and grime of the ghetto behind me. The despare of poverty breeds its own darkness, a hovel of humanity shoved in so tightly together they smell the foulness of eachothers farts and breath. A match should be set to the whole place. Drench them in gasoline, set all apes on fire, I guarantee you nothing of value would be burnt. Even this beauty was no different than the rest of the jungle bunnies and white trash living in this squaller.
I moved out of the city into the forested countryside and turned into the secluded property left to me by my parents. The whole drive her noxious, sickly sweet perfume, invaded my sinuses, causing me some irritation. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant odor, just such a cheap fragrance. Still, I’d have to make the whore wash it off her body.
It surprised me that she hadn’t woken on the drive out to the cabin. I pulled into the attached garage and workshop. Opening the door, I got out and looked in the back seat. The bitch lay face down on the seat, just as I had placed her. Hands and feet bound with zip cuffs. Her ass wasn’t nearly as large as I had thought, round, plump, but nice. The t-shirt had ridden up to the middle of her back exposing all that smooth, soft dark flesh. Her legs were shapely, smooth and somewhat muscled. All in all, a tightly wound, compact little monkey to fuck.
Opening the door, I leaned into the seat, getting ready to pick her up in my arms. That’s when it hit me, her booted feet lurched up into my groin, pain shot through me, I stumbled back a few steps. The bitch twisted around on the seat. Fighting through the aching throbbing, I lurched forward, snatched the zips on her ankles, yanked her out of the car. She landed with a hard thud on her back on the concrete floor. I moved swift, sure, and hard, kicking down with heal of my boot on the small, firm bump of a nigglet’s left tit. She screamed in pain, and I laughed at her. Holding my package, I straightened as I laughed at her pain. Squealing like a wounded pig, she rolled around on the floor.
“Go ahead, yell your fucking lungs out,” I told her. “Who’ll hear you’re hollers out here? Even if they heard you, who would give a shit about worthless teen nigger? You poor, poor, worthless waste of flesh, you actually thought you mattered.” The pain eased as sucked in fresh air, I looked at her angry at myself for not being more careful.
“They’ll catch you and put your ass in jail!” She screamed at me. I could see there was fight left in this cat. I kicked her again, slamming my booted foot into her perky right boob this time. She curled up in a ball, crying and carrying on, “You ain’t got the right.”
“Sure, I have the right. You see cunt, I make my own rights. Cops don’t care about lawn jockeys or their monkey daughters.”
“You gonna die here. I promised you that,” the girl hissed at me. Her anger flashed across her nice-looking face, she thrashed about in violent effort to free herself. I spat a thick stream of slobber on her face. She tried, in vain, to get the foul spittle from her cheek.
My own pain subsided. I’m a tall, muscled man, built to hand out pain. She’s a small woman. No, she’s just a girl, couldn’t weigh an ounce over 90 pounds. The whore had no chance, not against me. Not with any man, not ever, bitches are bitches and nothing more. Clasping her hair, I yanked her behind me dragging her up the stairs into the cabin, back to a back room. I tossed her into the bathroom and attached the collar to her lovely throat, I padlocked it. Cutting her hands and feet free I stepped back a few feet and took the remote in my hand.
“Strip and take a shower,” I told her.
She stood turning to me, she balled up her fist. I waited till her body tensed and I knew she was about to charge me, pressing the button on the remote, I watched the fun. Her body locked up tight, she shook in brutal dance. Her eyes widened, she shuddered, jerking here and there, landing on the floor the bitch flopped about, the sting of shock took the fight out of the slut.
“Please, mister, don’t do that no more,” she begged me.
“Strip and shower, don’t close the curtain, I’m going to watch,” I said. “Don’t make me hit you with juice in that shower. You really don’t want that, bitch.”
She took off the sleeveless t and then stripped out of the tight cutoffs. She wore no bra, no panties, she started to cover herself, but a stern look from me and she knew better. Her dark skin glistened from the perspiration of her recent exertions. Her pert tiny tits were perfect mounds capped with fat, pointy nipples. The areolas were the darkest flesh, her twat was clean of pubic hair. It to had thin film of perspiration covering it. I imagined that her beautiful, little snatch had already slickened, that she longed for my fat cock to ravage her ripping pussy.
She turned away from me, leaned into the shower, turned on the two valves, testing the water. After a minute she stepped into the shower. Taking the bottle of body wash, she lathered up moving her hands over her hot tight body. Her face hadn’t softened, she had an expression that would frighten a boxer. I thought about hitting her with the juice again, that’d teach the bitch a lesson, but it could kill her, and I wasn’t ready for that.
It was, so very, erotic to watch this tiny beauty wash her nubile body. The white frothy foam on her dark flesh, her soft hands moving over her tight smooth skin. My cock responded by twitching, stiffening. I was ready for the whore.
“What your name?” I asked.
“Shanice,” she answered.
“Typical,” I said. “Just a normal ghetto spade name.”
I could see the anger in her eyes, even more than that scowl, a look of hatred burned into me. She turned off the shower and stepped on the cold tiled floor. Taking a towel from the rack, Shanice dried herself. She wanted to say something, but the dark pixy held her tongue. Her form, the perfection of her taut body, watching her bathe herself, and the expectation of what was to come had me on edge.
I unbuttoned my pants and fished my fat stiff cock from its prison. It stood out straight, daunting, ready to split pussy wide. The black cat’s eyes widened, and the arrogance, defiance, and anger melted into a look of dread.
“I a virgin,” she said, “Please, please, don’t hurt me not wit that thing.”
“On your knees, cunt,” I ordered her. “Suck it.”
There was this expression of revulsion, she hesitated, took a step back, that’s when I hit her with juice. Not hard, but enough to make her stiffen and jerk a bit. When I let off the button, she sank to knees. I moved to her, and she spread her lips apart. I jab my crabapple sized cock head in, driving it to the back of her mouth. Her teeth scraped over my big shaft and pulled out and smacked her face with an open hand.
“Wider bitch,” I said as I plunged back into her mouth. Clutching her nappy hair, I fucked her face with force. Stabbing into her tight little throat, tears welled up in her pretty amber eyes, spilling down her cheeks. Blue traces of mascara ran down the swarthy skin as I buried my cock deep in her throat. Eventually, I worked all ten fat inches inside her mouth and throat till my balls hit her soft neck as humped her head.
I pumped her head hard, the tension of days of denial had be worked out of me. I held that hair tight and used to make her work at it. Bitches have to be made to do a good job, a nigger is no different than an Asian or even a white bitch in that. All cunts are lazy! I made her do her job right. I’m sure she thought I’d rip the hair out by the roots, that fear keeps them going.
When the juice began to build in my balls, I yanked out and jacked a thick load over her face, lips, eyes, panting her with my love. Without hesitation, I clasped her curly hair and drug the bitch to the bedroom. She scampered on her knees behind me, trying to get to her feet, holding my wrist with her hands, the bitch tried to keep the pressure off her scalp. I made sure she couldn’t avoid the pain. I tossed her on the bed, like so much trash you throw away, only I wasn’t throwing her away, not yet at least.
“Lay there and don’t move you nigger fuck bag,” I told her. She clutched the sheets with her hands, pulling the fabric into her tight fist. I knew this devastated the little bitch, destroying that arrogance I had seen in the Fast Stop. My plan, crush her spirit, (done by the way), ruin her body, (soon to be accomplished), then take her life.