The silly little poppet tried to run when I went back in the cabin. I held her tight against me, feeling her heart pounding, hearing her sniffling as she held back her tears, her whole body shaking. I stroked her blonde hair, cupped her little buttocks, feeling my cock swell. I held her gently but firmly, giving her a false sense of security. Part of me still wanted to let the girl go. I thought once more of my own daughter, Emma.
Oh Emma, baby, I whispered.
Fuck, this is so wrong.
I felt kind of sick and elated.
Little Emmy.
How would I go through with this? Still holding her tight I sat her on the edge of the workbench in the corner of the cabin. She was still sniffling, her eyes wet with tears stared hard at the floor. But she looked a bit more defiant. Perhaps she thought I was more human..?
I kissed her bare thighs, kneeling in front of her to strong her smooth, gangly legs and ankles and then to put her toes in my mouth again. Lovely little, sweet girly toes. Oh, my cock stiffened some more.
I let the thought enter me.
I was going to saw her feet off.
Yes.
I was going to hurt this sweet little buttercup. I wanted to watch it scream, feel it buckinging and jerking in agony as I took a hacksaw to her, Just because I could.
I took her feet out of my mouth, they were all wet with my saliva.
Your feet make me so fucking hard you little slut, I grinned knowing she wouldn't understand. I'm going to cut your pretty little feet off and i'm going to butcher you... i'm going to fuck your asshole with a knife....
Now I began to shake with excitement at the reality of these words.