The murder of So-Yeon the Slut

I turned my attention to So-Yeon, who was still draped across that jagged heap of old metal bars and rubble, her demure body looking like a fallen offering on an altar of iron thorns. I reached for my toolbox once more, took it with me, and let it drop to the floor when I reached the poor girl.
Wordless I laid out my "Tools of the Trade" beside the heap like an artist preparing for a masterpiece: a small saw, a combat knife, coils of rough rope, a heavy pickaxe, and the thick, industrial wire that once had stuck to a toaster in my kitchen. I didn’t know yet which one would claim her soul—each kill was a spontaneous gut decision—but having them staged allowed me to savor the potential of each possible agony before it actually happened.

Divining already which direction I was leaning for this particular slaughter, I took the thick wire and began to caress her underdeveloped Korean breasts, my fingers tracing the curve of her skin.
"Mhmmm…." I moaned, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. "…Let’s start with something you likely know… coming from such strict parents hmm?"

My cock stood erect again, pulsing with a life of its own as I hauled off and let the wire hit the skin of her prepubescent tits with full force.
Her eyes shot open, wide and glassy.

“NOOOOOOAHAHAAHAAAA”

She screamed—a raw, piercing cry that tore through the air, and which was repeated once I beat her again, and again… and again. The wire whipped through the air, biting into her flesh like a metallic lash. While I flogged her, my left hand stroked my cock to keep it at a state of throbbing readiness for the moment I would finally plunge it into her. She knew what was coming. She shook her head frantically, her eyes brimming with a frantic, liquid panic that I savored like a fine wine.

"Please…Nooo…”

she managed to plead in between the flogging strikes, her voice soon tired and trembling with every word.
Again, I hit her little tits and torso with the wire, exerting all my strength to make another another long, angry red mark appear on her once-flawless skin. Tears of pain welled in the corners of her eyes, and I heard that delicious, high-pitched whimper.

I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered:

“You should have gone home early, So-Yeon… the flogging your dad would have given you is nothing compared to the pain I will make you suffer while I… RAPE … you and then…."

I paused for a heartbeat, ensuring she felt the full weight of my gaze, before continuing with slow, sadistic pleasure in my voice, prolonging every syllable:

”...muuuurdeerrrrr youuuu...!”

Survival instinct kicked in. She began to struggle against the ropes, her small body wriggling like a trapped bird, but they were cinched too tightly for her to escape.
I put the wire aside for a moment and grabbed her waist with both hands, lining my raging hard cock up to her pussy.
“But first, you cunt shall be raped—and hard!”

I hissed into her face. Her eyes stared back at me, pupils blown wide with frantic fear. Her breath was squeaking and rustling with shock, which I loved. I loved it when the internal terror became a physical manifestation on my victims faces.

I pushed my hips forward and drove my hardon into her tight pussy. Again. Again. Deeper! With each thrust, I put my entire weight into the movement, ensuring that the metal bars behind her would dig deep into her flesh. The jagged edges didn't just sit there; they attacked her, tearing at her skin and lacerating her back and sides with every lunge. HARD! Another push.

Blood—hot, thick, and smelling of copper—began to weep from the wounds, quickly soiling the heap of rubble. It stained the rusted bars a muddy crimson and pooled in the cracks of the concrete floor, as the constant lacerations began to drain her strength, making her body feel heavier, more yielding. Her eyes were red-rimmed with tears, and her screams, once loud and uninhibited, now fused with the shallow, shocked rhythm of her breathing almost like whispers.

I grinned as I shoved my cock in deep, pushing her torso down so she would scrape over the rusty metal grates, her tiny undeveloped breasts bouncing up and down like too little portions of jello on a plate. HARD! AGAIN! I was in heaven.

“Yes Bitch... how do you like that, huh?”

I grunted, staring at her tiny tits, then leading my gaze upward to her crying face—a perfect testament of fear.

“You know what I really like, So-Yeon? I like it when my victims die while I rape them. I love it when their last spasms milk my seed from my cock… but first… first, I make them suffer!”

I hauled off and beat her with the wire again. Again. Again. Each time I drove my hardon into her cunt, the cable lashed across her skin, turning "flawless" into "scarred." More red streaks appeared, punctuated by bluish-brown bruises where the thick wire bit deep. She screamed at full force, pain and fear mixing in a special cocktail that turned me on more than any other sensation. With every thrust, she scraped over the metal grate, and I felt my left hand getting slick with the blood running down her back.

“Does that hurt, So-Yeon? I hope it hurts…” I grunted into her face, mocking her agony. She existed only to satisfy my violent urges; she was there to die for me. Again, I hit her with the wire, working it like a whip, enjoying every moment of her painful, but ever weakening screams.

As my first climax approached, I paused, staring down at her hapless body trying to wriggle out of the tight ropes. She twitched from a near nervous breakdown and sheer exhaustion. I grinned. I took the thick cable and slung it around her neck, leading it back through its loop until it clasped about her throat tightly, choking her. I pulled harder until no sound could escape her mouth anymore, then I watched her struggle against the asphyxiation, her chest heaving for air that was being squeezed away.

“Time to rape you bitch proper…” I grunted. I grabbed her waist with my bloody left hand again- I pushed her onto my cock by tugging on that cable around her neck, using it for support and balance like a rodeo rider.

Her panic grew; the fear of suffocating drove her into that special place where her mind went blank, falling back into the raw fight-or-flight instinct. She began to tear at the ropes with no sense of purpose, the fibers cutting deep into her white-knuckled wrists. She was beyond pain now. She was dying, and she knew it. I didn't stop.

“Die… you bitch… Die…”

I hissed into her face as I rode her further, pulling myself forward at the cable that was strangling her life away. I was so close to cumming. Cumming in her pussy, Cumming in her cunt. She stared at me with wild eyes; I stared back with sadistic pleasure, savoring every second of her death struggle. Her body cramped, trying to arch but unable to move. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her lips turning a bruised purple from the oxygen deprivation, and then… just as I was about to come, her eyes went blank and rolled back.

She was dead.

I came.

Aftermath.

I held the cable further with one hand while I rode her corpse like a rodeo horse. Later, I cut off her head and fucked that. Then that of Katha, then Lizzies again. Then I raped the headless corpses.

This was heaven.
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