People have been annoying me with the whole "stories about real people aren't allowed". These guys aren't they are made up and are from fictional stories. Can't bug me about this, unless you know your just an uncultured swine and really just get joy from annoying people. Get a life and get your nose outta mine some people write to release stress and pain you are just being a total jerk. ;) Enjoy this story for those whom like this sorry for the mini rant just some people in this world need to keep to themselves. Kay bye 3 ~MrsVonVanity
~Jeffs POV~
I slowly rounded the corner of the alleyway. I could hear her breathing. She was jogging home after work. She smelt like sweat and perfume. I stifled a moan. The suspense was making me hard. He was standing in the shadows and I grabbed her as she jogged near him. She had tried to scream but I had covered her mouth. I dragged her into a doorway and threw her down.
"Please!" She yelled "Do not hurt me."
"Shhhhh, stay quiet it will all be over soon."
I tied a gag around her mouth then dragged her over to a bed in the corner. I tied her up and her eyes bulged. She knew what was next. I pulled out my knife and slowly sliced her clothes off. There was a thin slice from her breasts to her bellybutton. I licked off the blood and moaned softly. I was going to enjoy this. She was crying. Tears streaming off her face. I removed all my clothes but my boxers and started biting her neck. She held her breath and I knew she was trying not to moan. I grabbed my knife and was slicing small cuts on her chest. She tried to scream but it came out all muffled. I put the knife down and my hang slipped between her thighs caressing her and rubbing. She was getting wet. My fingers were tracing her opening and around her clit and she tried to get free from me. I laughed at her panicked movements.
"Now, now my dear. The more you struggle," I slipped a finger in and her eyes rolled back "the more I will torture you."
She has clenched her inner walls. I added another finger and another. I could feel her emotions. They radiated off her like radioactive waves. Pain, pleasure, and my favorite one... fear. I was scratching at her walls with my nails and she groaned. I had four of my fingers in and tried to push my hand in. It didn't fit.
"Now that won't do..." I said going into a psychotic laughter.
I made my hand as small as I could and forced it inside of her. She screamed in pain which made my cock twitch and ache. I balled my hand into a fist and moved it around inside her. She was still screaming but now it was mixed every now and then with a moan of pleasure. I was extending my fingers then balling them into a fist again. After a few minutes i removed my hang. It was covered in blood and cum. I lick it before wiping it off. I removed my boxers and my erection sprang out of them. My head whipped back and I went into another fit of laughter. She looked at me with pleading eyes. I slowly kissed her on the forehead. Then I rammed myself inside of her. She starting crying again. I was slamming inside of her. My breath came out in panting gasps and my words were a jumbled mess. I came and I rolled off her. She was half awake. I picked up my knife.
"You were so good." I kiss her eyelids "Go to sleep."
I stabbed the knife into her chest. Blood was flowing from the wound. Her eyes were wide and surprised. I cut a smile into her face and in her final seconds I told her she was beautiful. I dressed and left her there. Her beauty displayed for everyone to find. I left the room and watching off into the night. Waiting for my next victim.