FUCK MY ASS FUCK MY ASS! she screamed between sobs and howls of pain, her small tits being pulled obscenely from her slender chest by two pair of locking players mashing her nipples, her body on its knees, leather straps just below her bent knees strapped to the floor of the van a foot and a half apart, her wrists bound behind her back and pulled up and tied to the roof, her blond ponytail tied also to the roof, yanking her head back so that she faced forward as her bound teenaged body shuddered in agony as her rapist brutally beat her firm ass with a cane, demanding that she beg for it. Her long lashes were wet with tears as she felt his hand grip her beaten ass painfully, pulling the ass cheeks apart, pain still coursing through her mashed nipples, every movement of her sixteen year old body making the pliers swing, tearing at her tender flesh.

He always started like this, with the cunts bound on their knees, begging him to fuck their ass. They always did, after he had beaten their ass a crimson red, their tits distended by the pliers. The best, though, was making them watch his previous fuck, making them watch their face, they way they cried and screamed and the way their face twisted in agony as he beat them--it showed them what was in store, terrifying them, and he shuddered in pleasure as he thought about it. His face twisted into a mask of lust as he dropped his pants and the cane, grabbing her hot flesh, his mind dizzy with excitement as he prepared to fuck this teenaged piece of meat.

The sweat of fear and pain covered her lean, firm body as she felt his cock press against her anus, small whimpers joining the screaming of the television a foot from her face. She cringed inside as she opened her eyes to stare into another face, the face of a young girl like herself, pretty, brunette, her head pulled back like hers was, her face streaming tears, her visage contorted by agony, her mouth screaming and whimpering and begging as...as...her rapist tormented her. She closed her eyes to block out the view, the hateful sight of what could have been a mirror, a howl of agony coming from her throat as she felt a tearing, burning sensation plow through her ass as his cock entered her bowels.

Beg for it slut. Tell me you love it whore, he had bent over her body, his hands on the pliers tearing at her breasts, pulling at them, bringing another shriek from her tortured throat as he stretched her breasts from her body, blood leaking from the nipples where the hard metal met them. Tell me to fuck your ass harder, cunt. SAY IT! he bellowed, slapping the back of her head as he spiked his cock deep into her bowels, twisting the pliers, making her howl and twist and scream as agony coursed through her young body, each buck making his anger and lust grow, excitement burning through his veins as he tortured this young cunt beneath him.

Harder, harder, fuck me harder! she whined out, screaming each time he jammed his cock back into her ass, each time his hips slammed into her ass cheeks, making her whole body jerk forward in its bonds, tearing at her shoulders and hair, her screams mingling with those of the girl on the television, who was screaming out FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER SO GOOD her face and tears betraying her words.

She felt his fingers at her cunt as she squirmed in agony, her whole body one raw nerve being tortured, and howled again as his fingernails scraped across her labia before digging into her clit. AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG! she screamed, PLEASE ...PLEASE... she begged, not believing such pain was possible, the sound of her screams and pleading mixing with the sounds of his panting and the sick slapping sound of his hips against her ass, her anus a star of agony in her body, matching the horrendous pain in her tits, still swaying obscenely beneath her as they hung heavily from her body.

Shut up, whore, she heard as a powerful blow rocked her head to one side, and she obeyed, to afraid to do otherwise, as she felt his hands grip painfully into her hips as he began slamming his cock viscously in and out of her ass, making her grunt and whine with each stroke, sobs mingling with the sounds of her terror and pain to fill the back of the van.

Take it whore, take it whore, she heard him growl, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, making her scream as nails broke the flesh of her hips, her whole body jerking and flailing in its bonds as he came in her ass. Then it was quiet except for the screams and cries of the girls face on the television, a pause in the torture and the pain, her sobs jerking her chest, sending the pliers swinging back and forth to pull at her tortured tits, a pain which seemed dull compared to what she had been through already.

The first time was always the best. Breaking them, taking away everything they held dear, driving his cock meat deep into their bowels, ripping them open while they screamed and begged beneath him, it was ecstasy. He felt his cock begin to soften inside her ass as he relaxed, loving the way her body quivered beneath his hands, loving the way she still whimpered and shook. So good, so good, and there was so much more to do to her.

She cringed inwardly when she felt his cock slide from her stretched, burning anus, a slap on her ass making her jerk slightly from the shock of it, her mind hoping it was over, begging for it to be over. She ignored the movement around her, her lips and eyes swollen and puffy from crying, when a hand gripped her bound hair, jerking her head back even further, here eyes snapping open so that she was staring directly as her rapists cock, slimy and grimy with the funk from her ass. A powerful hand gripped her jawbone, the pain of his grip forcing her mouth open.

Suck it whore, suck it nice and good, and if I even feel a tooth Ill slit your throat. She shuddered in fear and disgust as he pushed his softening member toward her face, letting it fall heavily into her open mouth. She felt like vomiting, but fear had paralyzed her, and even the smell and taste of her own bowels could not overcome the terror and pain she was in. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her lips wrapping around his soft member, sucking softly on his cock as his hands held the side of her head.

The cunts mouth was soft and warm, and as perfect as always after an ass fuck. Looking down at her bound body made him shiver in anticipation, his soft cock throbbing even as she sucked at it. Such a beautiful body she had, so young, so firm, shining with sweat, bound for his use and his abuse. He couldn't wait to make it scream again, to make it buck and jerk and twist as he hurt her, tortured her, fucked her brutally and terribly.

She sucked for minute after minute, glad in a way that the only pain she was in was the pliers on her tits and the leftover pain in her ass. It was a relief he was not beating her, not hurting her, and she almost lost it when she felt his cock begin to harden in her mouth, knowing that now he would hurt her again. No, no, her mind said over and over as his cock lengthened in her soft, teenaged mouth, her lips pressed hard against the base of his cock. She gagged when it began to press against the back of her throat, and began to struggle madly when she felt his hand brace itself against the back of her head.

His blood was boiling again, his mind flush with excitement as he prepared to ram his cock down the bitch's throat. He picked up his cane and slammed it against her lower back, her scream making his cock quiver and jump in her mouth.

A muffled scream came from her throat as pain exploded through her lower back as a cane lashed it, her rapist jerking his hips forward, slamming his now turgid cock into the back of her throat. She panicked; she couldn't breath, his cock cutting off her air as he pressed it against her throat. Another cane blow landed against her sixteen year old body, and she screamed against the invading cock again, choking as he forced it down her throat, her face turning bright red in pain and effort as she began to retch horribly around his cock, her whole body jerking and shaking in its bonds.

MMMGGGHH...MMMMGGGGHHH ...MMMGGGGHHH she howled again and again as the cane landed just above her ass, cutting into her flesh, making her body dance to its blows as his cock spearing g her throat held her in place, her throat spasming and retching around his thick meat as darkness floated before her vision. She felt like she was going to die as he began fucking her throat, jerking his hips slightly back and forth, using her face like a cunt, loving the way her her body strained and jerked and bucked against the bonds, pleasure racing up from his cock as he slammed his hips against her face, bloodying her nose.

She was dizzy now, her body escaping from its torment in dullness. Pass out, pass out she commanded her body, not caring if she ever woke up as he continued to fuck her face brutally, relentlessly. Her agony seemed to go on and on, her body a dancing puppet being whipped and abused as her raped her face, each thrust of his cock deep into her throat a punctuation in time, seeming to stretch on forever.

MMMMGGGGGGGHHHHH! she screamed and screamed as his hands tore at her hair, sending pain screaming down her scalp as he ground his hips against her face, his cock spasming in her throat, sending its load of come directly to her belly. She hung loose in her bonds as her jerked his cock from her mouth, a week moan coming from her as tears dripped down her face to splatter on the floor of the van.

He watched her for a moment, watched her lithe young body hang there, defeated, and smiled, slapping her across the face just because he could before standing and pulling up his pants. He made her scream one more time by shoving a huge butt plug up her ass before settling himself in the drivers seat and heading back to his place. Visions of what he was going to do to her danced through his mind.

Detective Samantha Walker of the sex crime division looked over the files again, cursing softly under her breath. Amy Johnson, age sixteen, on the varsity track team, had been found nude and horribly beaten and raped on the front steps of her high school; she was now in a hospital recovering from the physical wounds--the mental ones Sam thought might never heal. She looked at the girls picture, seeing a young woman, with piercing blue eyes and blond hair pulled back in a ponytail looking back at her from a pretty, smiling face on top of a lean, athletic body. She went over the girls statement, what they could get from her--she had been so traumatized that her story had blanks in it.

He had come to her house dressed as a meter reader at four in the afternoon, claiming that his truck wouldn't start and could he use her phone. She had let him in, and he had chloroformed her when she had turned her back. When she had woken up she had found herself bound in the back of a van. Sam shuddered as she read the details of what had happened to the girl, hating herself for the slight itch which grew in her groin as she imagined the young girl being raped and sodomized and beaten, hating herself for knowing that that night she would take the description of the rape home with her and masturbate furiously while running it through her head over and over again.

Sam was the best in the department at what she did, and she knew if anyone ever found out why--that she was almost there where the victims were, could feel why the rapist had taken them, what need he was feeding, could almost feel the pain and humiliation and terror the victims felt while they were being raped, that she could come over and over again just thinking about it--her career would be finished. She shuddered again as she read what had happened to Amy after he had taken her to a basement, her thighs squeezing together involuntarily as her cunt spasmed in need. He had kept her for two days, two days in which he had used and abused her in every way he could think of.

Detective Samantha Walker slammed the case file closed and thought, knowing from the video that he had raped before, and knowing from the signature that he would rape again, and again, until he was caught. Well, she had set the wheels in motion, looking for the other victim, and had a sketch artist arranged for whenever Amy felt well enough to give her description. She stood, her skirt suit hugging the curves on her lean, strong body, her legs straight and muscular in their black hose, her short brunette hair falling against her shoulders as he picked up her purse and the file and headed home.

Nancy Chen moaned in terror and pain as her rapist lifted her from the back of his van and carried her down to his basement. She shuddered with fear as he flipped on the dim overhead light, revealing a floor covered with gym mats and rope and chains and belts and tape and whips and canes, with sawhorses and a table and a wooden horizontal bar and a wooden chair as furniture while manacles and large eye hooks ran across the walls.

The End