He carried her limp body in from the back of the van, in a large holdall, into the house. Kicking the door closed behind him he went to the living room and put the bag down on the floor while he kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Then he unzipped the bag and the unconcious girl was still inside. He had used plastic zip ties on her wrists and ankles and taped her mouth but she hadn’t yet stirred. Pretty little doll. His little death toy. His cock squirmed as he stroked her flushed cheek.
He unpeeled her from the bag and plopped her on the sofa. The cutey cock tease was just his type. She was pale white with blonde hair in two pigtails, a lovely elfin face with button nose. She wore a stripey sailors top that rode up to reveal a lovely pot belly. Little pink shorts that did little to hide the sweet cleft between her slim legs, white ankle socks and plimsolls.
He licked her face and pulled back the tape to kiss her lips, touching her soft pink tongue. How could he be so heartless to such an angel? Was it his fault he was ugly and shy and the girls had always spurned him? All those bitches did was tease him with their delicious bodies all day long on the street. What can a man do? He reapplied the tape to her mouth, then putting her on her tummy he fastened the wrist restraint that held her hands behind her back to the ankle restraints by bending her legs at the knee, so she was fully hog-tied.
No, he wasn’t a bad guy. He wouldn’t let her needlessly suffer. She was unconscious as soon as he had grabbed her from the holiday park. Now he would suffocate her before she woke up and he would enjoy her yummy dead body all weekend.
He took all his sweaty clothes off and drank his first beer. Would her feet be as lovely as he hoped?
He was a connoisseur of pretty feet and even if these ones were to be a bit disappointing, there was plenty of stunningly sexy meat to rape and molest. Pretty feet were the creamy white icing on the cake for him. He pulled off her plimsoles and touched her warm damp socks. The plastic zip ties were just above the ankle line, so he had to tease out the tops of her socks before hungrily pulling off the first one. He saw first the meaty, buttery roundness of her heel, then the soft wrinkles scrunched around her arch, then her little plump toes. They looked gorgeous. Her toenails were tiny, he thought he would apply some Barbie Pink varnish to them later to make them super pretty. He kissed her tootsie, then repeated the action with the other shoe and sock.
Yes, lovely little tied feet. He ran his tongue over them and sniffed their feint odour.
Then he took a plastic bag and put it over her head and sealed it with more tape.
Quickly the bag deflated and wrapped around her head. Her body began to twist and jiggle- did she regain consciousness a moment or was it the auto-pilot of her small brain as it began to shed brain cells? He slowly pumped his hard cock as her feet and hands wriggled. Nothing more erotic than watching a helpless creature dying.
She flopped on her side, more of her shirt had lifted up revealing the ribs tight across her chest as her lungs struggled to pull in oxygen. Lovely, he thought and heard himself sigh. Die you little sexy piglet. He pumped his cock harder as her little feet squirmed. So white and pale, softest little toes he would suck and lick. Yes. She was growing quieter. He allowed himself to run his hands down the back of her shorts to feel the motion of her buttocks quivering, and the hotness of her cunny and pisshole. Yes, fade away you piece of shit. You don’t matter. Only your floppy dead corpse and the depraved pleasure I will have molesting it matters.
The girl had stopped moving. All was still. He spunked all over her small, lifeless soft white soles and hands and went to fetch his second beer.