Message-ID: <22384asstr$948503404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000121205141.85764.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Master Sardu" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} "Park" {Kinnik} (M/F, rape, tort, snuff) Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2000 20:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Kinnik has asked me to post these stories ("Anne", "Park" and "Fourteen"). They are simple-plotted, straight-forward tales of misogyny and murder. Some of you may know him through his earlier piece "New Dawn". If anyone has a copy of that one, please mail it to my address: Master Sardu . I will forward it to Kinnik, who unfortunately, has lost his own copy. M.S. STANDARD DISCLAIMER: WARNING! The following story contains graphic depictions of extreme violence, rape, torture and murder. The events and characters depicted therein are ENTIRELY FICTICIOUS. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE ACCORDING TO YOUR COUNTRY'S LAW, IF STORIES OF THE DESCRIBED NATURE ARE ILLEGAL OR MAY BE LEGALLY DEEMED OBSCENE IN YOUR LOCAL JURISDICTION, OR IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ OR DOWNLOAD THIS STORY! * * * * * NOTE: I AM NOT THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY. I AM POSTING IT AT REQUEST AND BY PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR. Copyright (c) 1999 by Kinnik. Park Tony leaned on a lamppost waiting for the light to change so he could reach his car. He had been wandering through the park, checking out the girls who jogged by and generally wasting time until it was time to go home and change to go out. It was still to early for that, but dusk was approaching and it was late enough that the park had emptied out. No more jiggling joggers for him. As he waited, he noticed a slim blond with simply amazing tits walking towards him heading south. She was wearing a red top with spaghetti straps and a knee length orange skirt that hugged her figure nicely. She was looking around in a way that made him assume, she was not local. She saw him and smiled. "Can you help me, I'm looking for Pine Street?" That was all it took, by the time she was done speaking, he had decided he would fuck her. He smiled his warmest smile. "Sure. You're headed the wrong way." He pointed back towards the park. "You want to go four blocks that way." She frowned and looked back. "Damn, I must have gotten turned around. Thank you!" He watched her as she walked in the direction he had pointed, her ass was great. Her low heels clicked as she walked off. Tony immediately turned around and sprinted to his car ignoring the light now, which was yellow. He got in and drove down a block, up to the park which she would have to cross if she followed his directions. He parked and got out grabbing a length of electrical wire from the back seat. No sign of her yet. There was a memorial for some war or other at the edge of the park and he stood behind it so she would walk past him and he could grab her from behind. He knew he had a minute or two, unless she had sensed something was wrong and turned back. But he knew she hadn't. Tony knew he had one of those blonde, sunny and open all-American boy faces. He'd used that fact before. While he waited for her to show, he started masturbating, so he'd be good and ready. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt so he simply shoved his hand down the waistband and started beating off as he thought of what he'd do to her. He was going at it happily when she walked by and he almost missed her. Cursing himself he grabbed the ends of the wire in each hand and lunged at her. He brought the wire down over her head before she ever knew he was there. Her hands flew up to it as he pulled it tight around her throat and used it to drag her backwards toward the cover of an overhanging tree. She lost her balance, which he'd expected and he literally dragged her by the neck as her legs flailed for balance. Her shoes flew off. Once under the tree he let go of one end of the wire and she fell the rest of the way to the ground. He could hear her coughing and trying to regain her breath as she got on her hands and knees to get up. He wasn't about to wait for that of course and he landed a kick square in her middle, kicking the air out of her and sending her flying onto her back. Instantly he was on top of her. He tore her top off easily and bundled it and shoved it in her mouth while she was still just struggling to regain her breath. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath and her magnificent melons bounced free. If anything they were even better than he had hoped. Her hands slapped at him as she recovered a bit and he punched her twice in the face, hitting her jaw with the first blow and, by the sound of it, breaking her nose with the second. The blood did nothing to help her breathing and he could see by the way her eyes rolled up in their sockets that he had dazed her. With that to keep her busy he turned his attention to her skirt, he pushed it up around her middle not bothering to remove it, her underwear came off after a couple of good tugs. Her pussy had a nice trim blonde bush. He smiled. He pushed his sweatpants and underwear down and rammed his dick into her. She was tight and dry and he fucked her as hard as he could, trying to hurt her with his prick as much as he was trying to pleasure himself. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them above her head, although she wasn't struggling much. With his other hand he punched her on her gorgeous tits. He felt a bone in her hands crunch when he put his full weight on them to land a blow on one of her melons. He fucked her like this for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and moved up her body, sitting on her stomach. He let go of her wrists and grabbed a bruised tit in each hand, he squeezed them around his cock and began tit fucking her. She groaned as he manhandled the already sore flesh. Her eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on him. She tried to speak but the shirt was still stuffed in her mouth so it was unintelligible. "Oh god", he moaned suddenly. His dick spasmed and he ejaculated, spurting cum over her face and pulling back to spread it over her tit mounds. He smeared it over her lips with his cockhead and smiled. She looked great. He flipped her over, then got a look at her ass. There were little bits of gravel, glass and whatnot embedded in it from the ground, but it was still one hell of a fine ass. He wondered whether he should have fucked her from behind instead. Too late now, he thought, he needed to hurry this up and didn't have the recuperative powers to come again quite so soon. He looked around for an alterative and saw some bottles laying around. Perfect! He left her on the ground and quickly went over and inspected his "ad hoc toolkit". He decided on a small beer bottle and a large wine-type one. He took them back to his new friend and spread her ass cheeks. He pushed the beer bottle up her ass. She whimpered as he did it but it was damp and that helped. He shoved it in until all he could see was the golden brown glass circle of the bottom. Then he began pushing the wine bottle up her abused cunt. This was a little harder going, since it was larger and there was now less room. Determined to get it in, he spread her legs and stood. He began kicking the bottom of the bottle into her twat. The sounds coming from her were quite pitiful now and encouraged him to try harder. His boot landed on the bottle again and again, shoving it up her cunt until it was nearly gone. He pulled back for one last good one to get it all the way in and kicked as hard as he could manage. The bitch skidded forward on her naked body a good couple of feet and he heard an unmistakable cracking sound as the bottle broke inside her. "Holee Shit!" He laughed out loud. Well, it wouldn't come back out obviously. She had coughed the shirt out and was making feeble, gargling sounds. He grabbed the wire from where it had dropped and sat down on her shoulders. He looped it back around her throat and tightened it. She couldn't even manage to bring her hands up now and he strangled her to death in a couple of minutes. He kept the wire around her throat for an extra minute for good measure. Then he grabbed the remains of her underwear for a trophy and headed home to take a well deserved nap. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+