Well, seeing renewed interest in the thread motivated me to write another chapter. It's catering a lot to Ellen's wishes for now, but more of the other requests will appear later.

And for anyone wondering, I wrote the original but have since changed my name.

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Chapter 2a

The poor girl was inconsolable. “I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me, I swear!” she repeated over and over again, her tears wetting Jim’s shirt as she cried into his shoulder. Quite a lot of people naturally didn’t want to die, so comforting them was a part of his job. Jim would even say he was good at it, though this case was a particularly difficult one. The girl just wouldn’t stop crying no matter how much he tried to calm her down, and eventually he had to change his approach. He told the girl that even though he believed her, there was nothing to be done. If he resisted orders he would lose his job and probably get terminated himself, if the girl ran away they would hunt her down, torture her and kill her whole family in front of her before finally snuffing her as well. It took some time, but she finally calmed down enough so that Jim could continue with the procedures.

Jim filled out the paperwork, checked her ID and took a quick glance over his contraptions to make sure they were working properly.

“Right, Abigail, I think we’re ready now. According to the standard procedures I must ask that you undress,” he said. Abigail looked at him with new tears welling up in her eyes, and Jim feared he would have to do the whole comforting routine all over again.

“Please, I’m so ugly, I don’t want anyone to look at me!” she bawled. Jim let out a small sigh, but not quite loud enough for the girl to hear.

“Abigail, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re a beautiful girl, and I really mean that.” Jim really did, the sight of the girl was truly pleasing to the eyes. She wasn’t the type to appear on any magazine covers but she was a real cutie, standing just over 5'1" despite having just turned seventeen.

She looked at him with her bright blue eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“I do, I swear. Doesn’t all the boys think the same?”

“No, they usually make fun of me!” she said, yet another tear beginning to form in her right eye.

“Why would they do that? They should be all over you!”

“They say that my boobs are too small and that nobody would ever want me.”

“They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Jim scoffed and walked over to her. “Men want women with healthy, natural bodies. Your breasts are just the right size, they look great on you!” For the first time since Abigail walked through the door, she smiled. Jim saw a window, and went for it.

“To be honest with you, I would even like to see them without anything covering them up.” Jim wondered for a moment if his sleazy line had worked. As he saw it there were two outcomes now possible; getting the girl to undress, or getting a slap on his face and an even harder job to take care of afterwards. Luckily for him the former happened, and Abigail started unbuttoning her shirt. Jim helped her out of her clothes and soon enough she stood bare-chested before him.

“You can touch them if you like,” she said, a new hint of playfulness in her voice. Her tears had quickly dried out, though they were still a bit swollen and red after all that crying.

Jim reached out and cupped one in each hand as if determining their weight, and pinched her nipples softly. They were indeed a beautiful pair, milky white, perky and just the right size for Abigail’s small frame.

“I was right, they’re perfect.” Abigail surprisingly leaned towards him and kissed him, her soft, warm lips meeting his in a sweet little peck. Jim looked into her stunning, light blue eyes. Any other day he would have torn off the rest of her clothes and made love to her right then and there, but something held him back. Somehow, taking advantage of a girl’s self-esteem issues felt entirely wrong, even though it was what she was asking for and no-one would ever know. Still, if he could use her eagerness to his advantage he would.

After the kiss neither of them said anything, but Jim gave her a little smile and reached for her skirt, which came off shortly after. Next came her shoes, stockings and her girly pink cotton panties. Abigail boldly grabbed his hand and guided it towards her crotch. It was neatly presented; an elegant triangle of hair led down to smooth, pink lips. She was already wet, and though the words didn’t come out of her mouth she practically begged him to fuck her.

“I know what you want, Abigail, but I can’t. It’s against the regulations, it could get me in a lot of trouble.” It took all of Jim’s willpower to say those words. They were technically true, though no-one higher up in the system really cared what he did to the people visiting his truck as long as they were dead when they came out.

Abigail pouted. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to. Because you think I’m ugly.”

“Trust me, I want to! Here,” he said and grabbed her hand in return, letting her feel his dick that had somewhat uncomfortably grown to full size inside his pants. “I can’t. Trust me, I just can’t.” He paused. “That doesn’t mean that we can’t have some fun though. But in order to do that, you have to be strapped into the machine first. Can you be a good girl for me and help me out?” Abigail hesitated for a moment before she gave him a slight nod and turned towards the machine. Jim helped her get into place, and before long she was upside down and spread-eagled against the wall with a length of razor sharp wire strung across her neck.

“I’m nervous,” she said.

“Don’t worry, honey, we’ll take it nice and easy. We have plenty of time, just relax and make yourself comfortable.”

Jim caressed her inner thighs, softly working his way down towards her teen pussy. She had really nice legs for such a short girl. Soon enough he reached her girlhood and caressed her soft lips. His finger easily slid into her opening, and no matter how many times he got to experience it, the feeling of a hot, tight, wanting pussy against his flesh always sent tingles down Jim’s spine. The man used the her juices to coat the inside of her lips and the area around her clit. Repeatedly he made little circles and twirls through her folds, lightly prodding her clitoral hood now and then. Lovely little moans soon escaped the set of lips that had just kissed him, and he could tell her pink nipples were getting hard just by looking at them.

“Does it feel good, Abigail?”

“Mmh,” she moaned back. “It feels really good.”

“That’s good, focus on that. Can you feel the butterflies?” he asked while touching her lower abdomen with his other hand.

“Yeah, It’s amazing.” Jim ran a finger through her neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair.

“I’ll let you orgasm before I do it, don’t worry. Just focus on the pleasure. Breathe. Relax.” Jim continued to finger the girl, slowly but steadily increasing the intensity of his movements.

“I have a vibrator here, Abby, do you want it?”

“Mmh, yeah, please!” she responded, not even opening her eyes to look at him. She was reacting very well to the stimuli, and Jim could finally relax. He finally had control over her, and she was too lost in the pleasure to think entirely straight. He found the vibrator in his shirt pocket, and simultaneously flipped a switch on the machine to put it from automatic to manual mode. It made a faint clicking noise but it didn’t seem like Abigail noticed.

Jim turned the little toy on, and it responded with its usual humming. Using the same method as he had previously, he started with her legs and gradually worked his way down. The girl responded well, and her breathing grew more labored as the toy approached her pussy. When the vibrating piece of plastic made contact with her pussy lips she let out a loud moan and struggled against her restraints to increase the pressure. Holding her steady with one hand to not spoil the buildup, Jim used the other to bring the toy slowly closer to Abigail’s clit.

When about a quarter of an inch remained, he suddenly thrust the vibrator right into the girl’s clit.

*SCHLICK*

The sound of the wire cutting through flesh and bone filled the little truck, followed by a soft thunk as Abigail’s severed head landed on the floor. Jim held the vibrator against her clit for a while longer while the girl’s body convulsed violently. After a few moments the movement decreased to a few little twitches here and there, and Jim turned off the toy. He let out a sigh, the only other sound in the room coming from the stream of blood dripping into the drain below. He caressed her pussy for a bit more, savoring the sensation of her soft, wet flesh against her fingers. There was work to be done though, and shortly after he hoisted the body a bit further up and started gutting it.

When he was done Jim took a last moment to glance over her body, now pale, dead and completely drained of blood and guts, though still beautiful in its own twisted, morbid way. He picked up Abigail’s head and gave her a last kiss. As he closed her eyes he concluded that he had done the right thing, but it had taken every fiber of willpower he had in him. He was immensely horny, and was in dire need of some relief. Just as he lowered the zip of his pants, he heard a knock on the door. “This better be what I hope it is,” he thought.

-To be continued-