Little Bird

tags: M/f, rape, torture, anal, impalement, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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An elevator dinged as it came to a stop and it's door opened. From it, a man with an expensive looking suit and grey hair walked out.

Moving confidently he covered the distance from the elevator to a single desk at the end of the hall. A woman was sitting there, looking at a list of names, the only thing on the desk besides a pen.

As the man arrived the woman stood and bowed deeply before checking the list. After making sure that the man was in it, a mere formality because she knew the list by heart, she opened a drawer and took a single key with the number 4 on it.

The man took it, and without saying a word to the woman he continued down the hall. As he passed the first door he thought he had heard a scream but he dismissed it from his mind. The wall were soundproof after all, weren't they?

The second door to the left was marked 4, and using the key, he opened it. Inside there was a small room, bare of anything except another door at the end. He closed the first door before locking it again.

Using the same key again, he opened the second door and stepped into a tastefully decorated room. Besides the lack of windows, it looked as every other hotel room he had ever been to. Tastefully decorated, expensive and comfortable.

Wooden floors and cream colored walls surrounded him, with a few works of art on the walls and numerous curtains hanging from the walls. Behind them there was nothing but more wall. A big king sized bed stood against one wall, a couch in the opposite wall, and two doors stood side by side next to the bed, one leading to the bathroom and the other into a walk in closet.

He locked the door and placed the key inside his briefcase before leaving it at the side of a couch.

Before sitting himself, he checked the time. It read 2 minutes till 10. He was early.

He waited for a few minutes, listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, battling the anxiety the felt inside.

When the door opened a girl came out. She was dressed in a black lingerie corset with matching panties, stockings and high heels. Her short and lanky body betrayed her young age and she looked way too young to own that outfit.

As she saw him sitting on the couch she hesitated only a second before standing in front of him, her hands folded in front of her and her head down. Her almond colored hair hanging just below her shoulder.

'Hello little bird' he said smiling. 'What is your name?'

'I am Maggie, Sir' she answered in a high pitched voice.

'A pleasure to meet you Maggie' he said as he rose from his seat.

He started walking around her in a slow circle, looking like a shark circling its prey. She kept her gaze on the floor, but he could see her shivering.

'Tell me Maggie, how old are you?' he asked.

The girl hesitated for a few moments before answering.'I am 16, Sir' she told him, almost in a whisper.

He smiled behind her as he knew all about the girl. When he had booked the service, a few dossiers were forwarded to him. A courier had brought him four folders, each containing information about a girl, including pictures and the price. The man had stood while he read each folder, and once he finished, he had selected Maggie.

The man took the folder with him, and a few hours later a female voice had given him a date and an address over the phone.

His cock was stiff under his pants as he smelled the delicate perfume she had on. He asked her why she was there, and again she hesitated before answering.

'I want to help my family, Sir.'

'And how will you help them, Maggie? You do know what will happen to you in this room, don’t you?' he asked, his anxiety increasing.

'I am here for your pleasure, Sir. My body is mine, as is my life. You can break my mind and my body until I die.' she repeated softly. That was the motto of the club.

He took a deep breath in satisfaction. The girl in front of him was meat, a willing victim of the most extremes tortures in exchange of help for their poor families. Here, wealthy men like him could buy a girl to do as they pleased, free of any moral limits.

The thrill of killing them was intoxicating, and also highly addictive. The stench their fear gave, was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world for him. It was, of course, incredibly illegal, but the club took every measure to protect its clients and he was willing to take his chances. It was his first time either...

He leaned his face behind her ear before whispering softly to her.

''You smell lovely, little bird. I need to change into something more comfortable. Do you mind waiting here?'

She shook her head but he was already on his way to the bathroom. Inside, he took of his suit, hanging it carefully from the wall, keeping only his underwear on.

From under the sink he took a toothbrush, still in the package, and he brushed his teeth. He washed his hands and his face in warm water before drying himself. He was dying for a piss, but it was not the time.

Before returning to the room, he checked the bin next to the toilet. Inside he found a discarded enema kit, and he smiled to himself.

When he returned, the girl was standing where he had left her, looking down.

He stood behind her, running his hands by her sides. Her skin was full of goosebumps as he trailed his fingers over it.

'Do you know what pain is, Maggie?' he asked in her ear.

She said yes, but he started laughing softly.

'No, my dear. You dont know what pain is. Nothing in your life will compare to what I will do to you, to what you will do to yourself when I order you.'

Silence hung heavy in the room after he finished, and he could hear her breathing, fast and shallow as she shook under his hands.

'Will you help them, Sir?' she asked him, her voice broken.

'Who? Your family? Yes, I will after I am done with you. I am a man of my word after all' he said smiling to himself.

'Thank you, Sir' she said, choking as she fought the raising fear she felt.

He laughed again, but said nothing as he stood behind here. Taking her hand, he guided her to the foot of the bed, sitting himself in it.

'While this looks lovely on you, I think it need to go. Don’t you think?' he said as he started undoing the clasps that held her corset on.

Letting it fall to the floor, he admired her small round breasts. They were the size of small oranges, and her nipples were small and inviting.

Next he pulled her panties down, leaving them on the floor, and finally the undid the buckles that held her shoes. Motioning for her to step off of them, were he kicked them to the side.

He admired her shaved pussy while she stood in front of him shivering, her eyes downcast.

At that moment all his anxiety evaporated and he felt an odd peace enter him. Extending one arm, he slid a finger between her pussy lips. It came away moist and he was pleased when she didn't flinch away. He took it into his mouth, savoring her juices before raising from the bed.

While the girls were virgins, they were taught a few skills that were deemed basic for the clients, like how to perform oral sex and the proper etiquette for meat.

'Maggie, I want you to lay face down on the bed with your hands on the headboard, ok?' he said as he took a step back.

She nodded before climbing into the big bed. Her small body looked even younger on the king sized bed as he sat next to her on the bed.

'From now on, you will not move if I don’t say so, you understand? You can scream and plead for mercy all you want to, I like that, but don’t ever move.'

He heard her teeth clattering as she nodded, taking her hands into the wooden headboard.

'If I have to tie you down I will be very angry, Maggie' he said, patting her in the back of her head as he would a dog.

Taking his underwear off, he climbed on top of her, his cock resting between her ass cheeks. She jumped a little as she felt him over her, but her hands stayed on the headboard as he had ordered.

‘I think I will start by breaking your ass, my sweet little bird.’ he said.

He sucked his thumb before placing it over her asshole, feeling her clench in anticipation. Without mercy, he pushed it inside her and she screamed in pain. He buried his finger in her ass before he started pumping in and out.

She grunted in pain under him, her hands forming fists but staying above her head.

Taking his thumb out, he inserted his index and middle fingers, widening her asshole a bit more and causing her renewed pain. She screamed as her asshole loosened under his abuse.

Satisfied, he took his fingers out, noting with satisfaction that her asshole remained open.

Taking his cock in one hand, he placed the tip over her asshole and started pushing. The room filled with her screams as his dry cock, much wider than his fingers, tried to force itself into her ass.

The intense pain was too much for the girl, and she twisted under him, trying to escape.

Angry, he punched her in the back of her head, making her head bound from the pillow.

'I told you not to move, whore!' he screamed from above her.

Terrified, she moved her hands to the headboard in spite of the tremendous pain she felt from her ass.

Satisfied he continued pushing himself inside her until he couldn't go deeper. His cock felt as if it was on fire from the pressure her young and virgin asshole was giving him.

Taking a moment for the pain to slow down, he started fucking her slowly, pulling his hips out until only the tip remained inside her, only to push back inside again.

Under him, she was shaking uncontrollably as the pain tore down through her body. Her bowels felt on fire as he fucked her raw.

She kept screaming until her throat started to get sore and her face was full of tears. Black rivers cascaded down her cheeks as her tears mixed with her makeup.

Finally, her ass couldn’t take it anymore and her anus ruptured. With a slight pop, the muscle around her asshole cut, creating an incredible lance of pain that went straight into ther mind.

A terrible wailing came from her throat and she started begging him to stop.

'Please, please, stop, make it stop!' she screamed as he fucked her ass dry, oblivious to her pain.

'Pleaaaase, it hurts!' she wailed uselessly into the air.

Her screams made him even more excited and now he could move himself faster inside her, getting closer to his climax.

Trying to resist moving by any means, she buried her head into the pillows, muffling her screams. Wanting to hear those sweet cries of pain, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back from the pillows and arching her back painfully.

She screamed again into the air, and he pumped only a few more times before he felt himself loose control. He came violently into her bowels, burying himself deeply inside her. Thick jets of semen erupted from him, coating her insides and mixing with the blood coming from her ruptured anus.

Spent, he pulled himself out in one pull, making her scream again.

He stood above her as her gaping asshole bled on the cover of the bed. A pink river of cum and blood slid down one side of her ass. Unfortunately, his cock was also a mess and that just wouldn't do.

He got of the bed and called her, but she remained where she was, sobbing softly into the pillows.

Angry again, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to the floor. She screamed again as he pulled her weight from her already sore scalp, but her scream was cut short as she fell to the floor and the air has knocked out of her.

'Look at the mess you made of my cock, cunt? You better clean it!’ he screamed from above her as she laid on the floor coughing.

She looked at him, seeing his cock standing out, red with her blood and she nodded stupidly, the pain clouding her mind.

Getting on her knees proved to be a painful experience as every movement sent shocks of pain from her destroyed asshole, but she managed to kneel in front of him.

Taking his cock in one hand, she started sucking it slowly, tasting a disgusting mixture of blood, semen and the inside of her ass.

He grabbed her head, angling it up to see her sucking him clean. Her lips pressing against his cock as it disappeared inside her mouth.

Her face was a mess of tears and make up, and soon he was lost on the pleasure her warm mouth was giving him. He moved her deeper inside her throat, making her gag, but she kept moving as they had taught her.

After a few moments, she stopped, obviously thinking he was clean enough. Disappointed, he slapped her face, sending her flying to the floor once more.

As she fell to the wooden floor, he stood over her, legs at her sides.

'Open your mouth, Maggie, and remember that good girls swallow!' he said as he aimed his cock at her face.

Fearing what was to come, she opened her mouth just as the first stream of warm piss fell on her face, and she closed her eyes just in time. He moved the stream over her face, soaking her thoroughly before moving into her mouth.

He relaxed as his bladder emptied, watching her struggle with the steady stream of piss. Every time her mouth filled, she swallowed without a word.

As he shook the last drops of piss from his cock he looked down. She was laying on a pool of piss, her hair drenched and her eyes red..

Without saying anything, he left her there and went into the walk in closet, but there were no clothing inside. Instead, one wall of it was full of sex toys of every kind. Dildos both small and huge, anal beads and anal plugs, whips, batons, cuffs, ropes, gags of every kind and size imaginable, clamps that looked more at home in a garage than in the bedroom...

The other wall was even more frightening as it had a collection of tools. There were a selection of hand tools, from hammers to hands saw, and everything in between including a full set of kitchen knifes. To one side, a set of cordless tools hanged from the wall, including a drill, a circular saw and a big jigsaw like the kind they used in demolition. There was also at least a dozen batteries, enough to power them for hours.

At the end, a small selection of bondage gear hung from hooks. As he examined the few hoods, a leather armbinder, some ropes and other bits and pieces he wonderred how many lives had been extinguished with this implements.

Smiling, he selected the biggest anal plug he could find, nodding in satisfaction as he found one as thick as his wrist at the notch. From the tools section he took a small bottle of alcohol.

As he returned to the room she saw her laying on her side, with both hands on her ass as she cried softly.

Kneeling besides her, he presented her with the plug while he smiled.

'This is for you, Maggie! A present from me!' he told her as he extended the plug to her.

Hesitant, she tried to grab it, but he pulled it away before she could.

'I almost forgot!' he said, before drenching the plug in alcohol.

Her eyes grew wide as she smelled it. She started shaking as she imagined the pain that it would give her as it stretched the already tortured anus.

He extended it again, this time letting her take it. Nodding encouragingly , he told her to wear it for him, and she laid on the floor to give herself better access to her asshole.

With her hand shaking, she placed the tip of the plug over the still gaping hole, only to take it away immediately as it burned her. A scream of pain escaped her lips and she let the plug fall into the urine soaked floor.

'It hurts...' she told him.

Picking it up from the floor, he made a show of blowing the imaginary dirt from it, before he covered it in alcohol again.

'Of course it does, little bird. It will be agony once it is all inside you, but you will do it or else... well, maybe I will change my mind...' he told her cheerfully.

As he extended the plug once more, she bit her lips in an effort to stop herself from shaking, but it was useless.

'Please, it hurts...' she said quietly, her face resting on his piss.

Angry, he slapped her ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his hand and making her jump.

He climbed over her legs, screaming at her to keep her hands above her head. With one hand, he placed the tip of the plug over her ass making her wail in agony as the alcohol burned her tender flesh. His other hand pushed her head to the floor and his piss.

Pushing with his whole body, he started burying the huge plug into her ass. Being much wider that his cock, it was hard work, but soon it got to the thickest point and her ass seemed to suck it in, locking it in place over the notch.

Under him, she screamed wildly, kicking the floor with her legs but keeping her arms firmly above her head.

'This is what happens when you disappoint me, cunt!’ he screamed at her.

Grabbing her by her hair, he pulled her from the floor.. She grabbed his hands, trying to keep her weight from pulling her scalp apart, but her arms were weak from the pain.

She tried to stand on her own, but she stood on the pool of piss and her feet kept slipping. He let go of her head and she stumbled, trying not to fall. After a few moments, she found her balance, but she couldn't stay straight, as the plug in her ass placed tremendous pressure when she tried to.

'Walk maggie', he said to her, and she looked at him incredulously.

She took a few steps, wincing as every movement sent jolts of pain across her body. He told her to keep going as she tried to walk slowly around the room.

He disappeared for a moment, but she kept walking in fear of a new beating.

When he returned, he had a set of pliers in one hand, and a thick clear plastic bag on the other.

Pointing at the floor just in front of the bed, he told her to kneel down.

She walked slowly there, trying to keep her legs apart, but feeling the burn of the alcohol inside her. Her throat felt raw from screaming and every time she breather it hurt.

Once there, she tried to slowly kneel, but the pain was tremendous. She looked at him, hoping to find mercy, but her angry gaze made her endured the pain as best she could.

Once she was kneeling on the floor, he waved the pliers in front of her face.

'If you disobey me again I am going to use this on you fuckng tits, got it?' he said before throwing it into the bed behind her.

She nodded stupidly again as he grabbed her by her head, guiding his cock into her mouth. She opened up, swallowing his member again and he started face fucking her brutally.

Gagging as he hit the back of her throat, she coughed around his cock in a futile effort to breath. He would occasionally pull out of her mouth only long enough for her to breath once before he pushed himself into her mouth again, moving her head back and forth.

Her hands pushed against his legs in an effort to escape but he held her head firmly against him, moving his hips in and out. He pulled out once more, before letting her go.

She started coughing instantly as she tried to clear her throat.

'Your turn maggie, I want you to gag on my cock.' he said as he looked down at her.

She looked at him with vacant eyes before grabbing his cock. She sucked him off, pulling him as deep as she could before stopping. He placed his hand on her head, lightly pushing, and she kept going, feeling his cock on the back of her throat.

When she started gagging, she fought her instinct and kept going until her lips reached the base of his cock. She could feel his balls resting on her chin and a terrible pressure in her throat as his cock bended inside it. From above, he ordered her to stay like that.

Tears ran down her face as she desperately fought her instinct to breath. Counting every second, she stood still, fighting the rising nausea she felt, until finally it was too much and she started puking.

Her stomach contracted, pushing its contents up through her throat, burning her along the way. With her mouth full, the only way out was her nose, and a stream of burning acid shot out of her, burning her from the inside.

The heat was enough to push him over the edge again and started cumming, pumping his seed deep into her throat. He moaned in pleasure as he emptied his balls inside her.

She pulled him out desperately as a second wave rose, and she collapsed on the floor, puking and coughing.

'Good girl!' he screamed into the air, oblivious to the mess she had made on his cock.

Taking a step back, he looked at her, as she laid broken on the floor, and he smiled to himself.

Exhausted, he sat himself on the couch again as the girl tried desperately to breathe through her wrecked throat, the pain so high that she temporarily forgot about the giant plug stretching her asshole.

He debated the possibilities before remembering the plastic bag, but he decided it was best to wait a little for that. Maybe a bit of sleep would help him, but before he had to take care of her.

He went to her and nudged her with his foot to catch her attention.

‘Up you go, meat, you smell terribly so you are going to take a bath’ he said to her.

Grabbing her by the arm he pulled her on her feet and she was reminded of the plug. Limping, she followed him to the bathroom.

He guided her into the tub before opening the water. It was freezing cold at first and she screamed as the icy water bathed her nude body. Slowly the water started to warm up, but not before she was left chattering.

Once the water was hot enough he entered the tub and started cleaning himself before he cleaned her body. As he cleaned her between her legs, he touched the plug and it sent shivers along her body.

Even then, the warm water soothed her and she felt calm since she met him.

Once he deemed her clean enough, he got out and dried both of them with a big, plushy towel. He led her to the bedroom again, leaving her standing outside the closet in full view of its contents. She cried when she saw the toys and tools hanging from the walls.

Her mind filled with images of torture of gore as she pondered her future, and she wished to die for the first time in her short life.

He came back with an handful of leather and led her to the bed where he laid everything on the bed.

First, he placed a black ball gag in her mouth before closing it with a thick leather strap around her head. He then applied a couple of butterfly clamps to her nipples, tightening until they turned her nipples white. She choked back a sob as the pain flared on her tits.

Lastly, a couple of leather cuffs went around her wrists. He pulled the blood stained covers off the bed and she looked at him confused.

He nodded towards the bed and she climbed awkwardly on it, laying on her left side. Climbing after her, he tied her hands to a steel loop on the headboard before laying besides her and pulling the covers over them.

As she laid in the bed, he nuzzled himself against her, caressing her head. Confused, she tensed expecting him to hit her at any moment, but minutes later she heard his breathing slow down as he fell asleep.

Incredulous, she started crying as she realized that she would live for a little more.

She laid in the dark room for many hours, listing as he snored besides her, until finally the exhaustion she felt was more powerful than the fear and the pain.

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She was dreaming something horrible, but she couldn't remember exactly what. The only things she knew that she was running for her life in a long corridor full of doors, but no matter how fast she went, the end never seemed to get any closer.

Then she remembered the doors, lining the corridor. They all had the number 4 in them, and she thought that it was important, though she wasn't sure why.

With a jolt she woke up, only to find the world blurry and the sounds muffled. Then she panicked as she tried to breath and found a plastic bag over her head.

Desperate for air, she took her hands to her face but she found thick leather mittens over them, making it impossible for her to take the bag off her head.

She rose from the bed only to find her feet tied with a short length of rope. Noticing it too late, she fell as she tried to walk, landing in her face.

A shadow appeared over her as she tried to regain her feet and through the bag he found the man looking down at her with a smile.

She tried again to rip the plastic bag open, but the mittens were too thick and she couldn't move her hands at all. Screaming into the bag, she saw condensation form on the inside of the plastic as the air inside it was consumed by her lungs.

A burning feeling grew� inside her as her lungs screamed in agony while she tried to grab the bag.

The man simply looked at her, as her body started to spasm and she lost control of her bladder. She felt warm piss between her legs as images of her family flashed in her mind.

'Mommy, daddy... ' she mumbled with the last of her air before she went limp.

The man looked indecisive as he contemplated what to do, but as before it was too soon to kill her. He ripped a hole in the bag just over her mouth and he started slapping her until she reacted.

Her breathing was deep and ragged, but she was breathing.

He went to the couch again as he thought about the possibilities. Images passed through his mind, filling it with ancient and bizarre tortures, but they were so many that he felt it was impossible to choose one.

In a moment of inspiration he found the answer at his feet, as the girl tried to crawl away from him.

He ordered her to stop moving and through a haze of pain she obeyed.

After looking for a bit, he found a telephone hidden in the closet. It was there in case he needed help, but the girls were not supposed to find it.

Picking up the handset, he waited only a few seconds before a male voice greeted him. The man asked for a few special items to be delivered into the room. The voice assured him it could be done, and promised them in 30 minutes.

Satisfied, the man hung up before returning to the room. The girl was still on the floor, but she had apparently managed to break the rest of the bag even with her hands inside the mittens.

He removed the rest of the bag and he carefully freed the anal plug. She moaned in pain as it extended her asshole again and the rupture split open again. He dropped it on the floor as he admired her gaping hole, unable to close after many hours.

He sat on the edge of the couch and he called for her to blow him.

‘Do it slowly, this time I want to last as long as I can’ he told her.

She crawled to him before kneeling between his legs. Unable to grab his cock with the mittens on, she nuzzled his cock into her mouth before she started sucking him slowly.

He relaxed into the couch as she fellated him, savoring her warm mouth on his cock. His hand rested on her head, guiding her softly, and her eyes watched him as she swallowed him completely.

Minutes passed while she continued, and everytime he got too close to the edge, he would stop her for a few moments before letting her on his cock again.

A knock in the door caught his attention, and he smiled evilly to her.

‘Make me cum, whore’ he ordered her, and she picked up her pace, sucking harder and moving faster than before.

Being on the edge for so long made him cum almost instantly and he rewarded her by cumming down her throat. She pulled out once he let her head go, but this time she had been prepared and she barely coughed a bit.

After he had recovered, he rose from the bed and went to his briefcase to pick up the key. He opened the door and in the small hall he found a wooden horse, a long pike and and short wooden pole, about two feet long.

Leaving the door unlocked, he went into the closet where he took a short whip, a small coil of rope and a carabiner.

He returned to the room where he took the mittens of the girl hands, throwing them onto the floor. Placing the whip on the bed, he then clipped the carabiner to the two steel ring her cuffs had, before throwing the rope over a hook hanging from the ceiling.

When she understood the purpose she rose to her feet unsteadily, wincing as her tortured asshole screamed in agony.

He pulled from the rope until she was left standing on her tiptoes before tying the opposite end to bed.

‘How is that, Maggie? Are you comfortable?’ he asked her.

Unsure what to answer, she simply nodded to him.

He started walking around her in silence. He remembered the sweet perfume she had the previous morning and he smiled to himself. She smelled of sex, fear and blood, and that for him, was an improvement.

‘Well, I was thinking’ he said to her as he walked. ‘So far I have taken every decision in this relationship, and that is not a god thing for a gentleman like me, don't you think?’

She looked at him incredulously, thinking that he had gone mad, but she nodded as before.

‘I thought so’ he said.

‘The good thing is that can be corrected. I think it is time to take this to the next level, and the decision will be yours. What do you think?’

She looked at him looking for the correct answer before thanking him.

He smiled at her, before he took a seat on the edge of the bed, right in front of her.

‘You can choose between three options. First I can garrote you slowly to dead, that means I will tie a rope around your lovely neck before I squeeze with all my strength’

As he listed the options like one would the menu at a restaurant, her legs started to shake uncontrollably, putting more of her weight on her shoulders.

He smiled to her as he saw her shaking and he grabbed the whip from the bed before he continued.

‘Second, I can sit you on a wooden horse, that is a thin wooden plank that will dig into you pussy and hip, and I will hang weights from your legs until i tear you in half.’

‘And third, I can impale you alive. That one, I might add, is my favourite’ he said to her as fresh tears streamed down her face.

‘You have to choose, Maggie!’ he told her rising from the bed, whip in hand.

Shaking her head, she begged for mercy. ‘Please, no, dont make me, please!’

Without warning, he swung the whip at her, hitting her delicate stomach. She jumped into the air, trying to curl into a ball but he hit her again, this time in her ass.

She screamed for him to stop as he hit her savagely in her stomach, her ass, her legs and even her breast. As he covered her body in red welts, he screamed at her, ordering to choose one.

Desperate, she screamed the only thing that came to her pained mind.

‘The last one, please!’ she screamed, her voice hoarse.

He stopped himself mid swing and he smiled at her before dropping the whip. He kissed her lips almost lovingly as she sobbed.

‘You made the right choice, Maggie. You are going to love this.’ he said to her before taking a step back to admire her body one more time.

He untied the rope before leading her to the bed. He laid the crying girl on the bed, face down with her hips in the edge of the mattress, before tying the rope to the headboard again.

After a quick trip to the closet to find more rope, he spread her legs before tying them down to the bed.

Taking a step back, he admired his work. She was lying flat on the bed with her cunt and her ass exposed, giving him easy access with the pike.

He stroked his renewed erection as he contemplated the next few minutes, but he stopped short, not wanting to cum before her end.

From the entrance hall he took the pike, a long wooden pole, oiled into a smooth finish and capped with a thin steel tip.

It was as long as he was tall, perfect for impaling teenage girls.

Grinning like a kid on christmas morning he stood next to her, showing her the pike. She buried her head in the bed, crying desperately, and it occurred to him that she had to keep her throat still if he was going to do it right.

Using a bit more rope from the closet, the tied her hair into a knot, pulling her head back from it until her throat was more inline with her body. The position caused her a lot of pressure and it became harder for her to breath.

The excitement was incredible for him and he was actually shaking as he took the pike and guided it to her sore ass.

When the tip touched her, she clenched hard, but with a little push he slid the point past her broken sphincter and into her rectum. She wailed in agony as the unlubricated steel rubbed against her tender insides but he pushed steadily, moving it slowly into her.

‘Nooooooo, please it hurts!’ she wailed making his cock swell with blood.

Her body tensed, pulling from the ropes and showing her muscles straining under her skin.

After half a foot of the pike was inside her she started bucking uncontrollably. It was obvious that the tip had reached the end of her rectum, piercing it and dooming her as she bled to death.

‘AHHHHH, PLEASE, I DONT WANT TO DIE! MOMMY! DADDY! PLEASE!’ she screamed in agony.

He kept pushing, seeing in his mind the cold steel destroying her intestines as it entered her. A foot disappeared inside her and then a bit more until she stopped screaming.

The tip had reached her diaphragm, piercing it on its way to her mouth. He angled the pike to her right, trying to avoid her heart and he moved her whole body as if she were a giant lollipop.

Her eyes looked empty into the headboard and her lips moved, trying to speak but having no air to do so.

He applied more pressure into the pike, feeling the tip scraping against bone. When two feet of the pike were inside her he stopped, moving to the side to check her neck. He felt the pike just inside her neck, and barely able to contain himself he pushed the like a few more inches until the tip exited through her mouth.

She made a gargling noise as it blocked her throat, but otherwise she was silent.

He climbed on the bed, sitting himself in front of her face as he mastubated furiously. Her eyes started at him vacantly and she cried slowly, her lips moving slowly.

As the light faded from her eyes he came violently, an incredible orgasm ripped through him, making him scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He came on her face, thick jets of semen landing on her cheeks and her forehead.

Exhausted, he collapsed on the pillows, his breathing fast and hard.

Looking into her dead eyes, he felt guilty as he did every time. He started crying, as he laid on the bed next to her body, and he whispered her name softly. After all this he felt a connection to her, in a sick and perverted way.

Not wanting to stay long, he got up and went into the bathroom where he took a long shower. He got dressed in his suit again, and grabbing his briefcase, he looked at Maggie one last time.

The pike stood obscenely out of her ass, a small trickle of blood falling down her leg, and the steel tip showing just past her open mouth. He took a small instant camera from the briefcase and he took ten pictures of her, all from different angles. He didn't thrust computers with this kind of things, but he had other ways to store the pictures at home.

Turning around, he left the room, locking both doors with the key.

Outside, a different woman was at the desk. He dropped the key into the desk without saying a word and left, the woman wishing him a good day as the elevator door closed.

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On the way home he traveled through the dark and empty streets, wandering around as the thought about his actions, but time heals everything and a few hours after leaving the room he was his usual self.

He knew he would always remember Maggie above the other girls he had snuffed. She had been special.

Finally heading home, he texted her wife telling her that his flight had arrived and that he would be back home soon.

Driving calmly, he arrived at his apartment just before 10 pm, parking his car in the garage and heading up.

When he entered his apartment, a small girl rushed into his arms. Her almond colored hair tied into twin ponytails.

‘Daddy, daddy! Look what I drew for you’, she said to him, holding a drawing of man riding a horse with a little girl in front of him.

‘That is lovely, little bird! Can I keep it?’ he asked her, and the girl noded. He kissed her on her cheek and she ran away into her room screaming of ponies and princesses.

His wife approached him from behind, wrapping her hands around his waist and softly kissing him on the neck.

‘How was your day?’ she asked him.

‘The usual, you know how boring those meetings can be. How was your day?’ he asked her before turning around and kissing her deeply in her lips.

‘It was fine, Maggie was throwing tantrums before you arrived. I had to discipline her.’ she told him as they held each other.

He smiled at her, before kissing her again, his hands roaming her body in search of her breasts and her ass. Looking at the sofa, he asked himself if the bed was too far away...

 

 

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