"Cutting through the park (story, semicons) « on: Yesterday a" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/LbFgUqqc Created on: Wednesday 3rd of May 2017 07:56:33 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:21:00 AM UTC Cutting through the park (story, semicons) « on: Yesterday at 12:03:52 PM » ReplyQuote The night air was cool and pleasant as my sister and I walked home. Both of us were feeling good after our friend’s house warming party. “Hey we should cut through here” My sister suggested, gesturing to the city park. It’s poorly lit trees threw deep shadows across the moonlit path. I sniggered “Yeah, and while we’re at it, let’s get naked and stuff our panties into our mouths as we walk” I continue onward, but my sister stops, pouting at me over her rectangular glasses as the moonlight shines off of her red locks. “I’m serious. It looks beautiful in there” I shake my head incredulously “And we’ll get to envoy it for five minutes before we’re raped and beaten to death. Come on, you know that’s one of the sados favorite hunting grounds” “Oh, come on” Sis rolled her eyes “He’s one guy in a city full of women to kill. What are the chances we’ll run into him?” “None, if we don’t go look for him” “I’m not looking for him. I just want to see the park at night. If you’re so worried about it little sis, I promise that if we meet him I’ll distract him so you can run. Deal?” Her mocking tone seemed weird, considering the very real danger. “It’s not just me I’m thinking about” “Well, I’m going in. You can go around if you want” I took a frustrated breath before following my stubborn older sibling into the park. ---1------------------------------------- The park really was beautiful. The way the bright moonlight flitted through the trees to illuminate the verdant plants below made everything look otherworldly. The thought that we may be being stalked by a killer further accentuated the strangeness of the situation. Every shadow seemed like it was about the step out to snatch me up. The very breeze seemed to threaten to hold me helpless. My nervous mind couldn’t help but think of the most painful and degrading ways my helpless body could be used. The thumping of my heart, the rush of the adrenaline forcing me to notice every creak and rustle around me. It was exhilarating. “Do-“ “AHHHH!” I yell in fright at the sound of my sister’s voice, jumping into the air and waving my hands uselessly. She stands there a moment, I can see the full moon reflected in her glasses as she stares at me. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I realize with embarrassment what just happened. The silence seems to last for an eternity. My sister lets out a chuckle, then a laugh. My heart still ponding in my chest I find myself laughing to. Soon we are both doubled over with mirth, chuckling about my jumpiness. “Nervous?” “Maybe a little” I joke, whipping a tear from my eye as I stand up straight. I take a deep breath. The shadows still look just as dangerous “What were you saying?” “uhhh…I don’t remember *chuckle* I’ll tell you if I think of it again." We continue onward. Each of us letting out an occasional chuckle. I still imagine myself violated by a shadowy figure, the visions popping into my head unbidden as we walk. It seems funny now. Not because it’s a ridiculous fear, but because even though everything I imagine, or worse, could still happen to me, here I am walking through the park anyway. There was another thing which made me chuckle as we walked. These images of myself being thrown to the ground, raped and beaten to death, I didn’t want them to stop. There was something alluring about being used in such a brutal manner. To be at my killer’s mercy as he did what he wanted to me. When he stepped out of the darkness, I thought it was just another of my nervous fantasies, but this one didn’t glide like my imaginary monsters did. “Hello ladies” My killer said almost jokingly. He was a stocky man, who moved with casual heft. I don’t know why I didn’t scream. “Oh shit” My sister said with a surprisingly flat voice “Rachel, run” I stood there paralyzed, but not by fear. It was some other, deeper, feeling that I didn’t want to admit I felt. I watched in silence as my sister walked slowly toward the sado. She stood there, letting him run his fingers through her hair, letting him reach under her dress to squeeze her behind. I knew I should run. She was letting herself be killed so I would have a chance to escape, but…I didn’t want to escape. I saw him take hold of her slender neck and taste her lips. I heard my sister’s choking gasp as he squeezed her flesh. Dancing beneath the terror in my heart was…arousal, desire, envy. I watched as my sister began to twitch and squirm, her slender hands gripping his sturdy arm. My hand drifted to my thighs and I began to rub my moist sex through the fabric of my skirt. I watched her face darken and imagined it was mine. Her legs seemed to buckle beneath her. He held her there for a second as she choked, then released her. My sister crumpled weakly to the ground. Her back arched as she coughed and gasped for air. He got down on top of her, pulling up her dress. My sister struggled to help him remove her underwear, and was rewarded by a swift fist between her legs before he practically ripped her panties from between her legs. He gave her bare sex another punch. She let out a stuttering cry as she arched her back in pain. She looked up at me, apparently noticing that I was still there for the first time. My sister looked at me with confusion, and then, understanding, as the sado pulled her pale white breasts from their cloth confines. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a moan as she was penetrated. The cry of pleasure was cut off by the man driving his fist into my sister’s stomach. She groaned breathlessly as she doubled up in pain. I watched breathlessly as he smacked her across the face, sending her glasses skittering across the stone path. I got down on my knees, less than a meter from where my sister was being beaten. I bunched up my skirt and worked my fingers beneath my panties. Almost immediately I felt the orgasm blossom throughout my body. I clenched my teeth and moaned as my muscles shivered. The sado grabbed a fistful of my sister’s hair and slammed her head down into the stones. It was so beautifully brutal, how he hurt her. She was nothing to him but a disposable hole to be used in any way he chose. And so was I. I felt another orgasm building. He continued to beat my sister as he fucked her, her soft flesh yielding easily to his solid power. I knew I should feel anger that he was hurting her, or at least sadness, pity, but each groan or yelp of pain sent such a heavenly sensation through my body I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t even feel disgusted with myself at how much pleasure I was getting from my sister’s torment. I could also see in the way she squirmed beneath him, the way she thrust herself into the blows and pulled his body into her own, that this was what Kim truly wanted to happen. If I felt anything other than sexual pleasure, it was envy. I didn’t see where the knife came from. It seemed like it was just suddenly there in his hand, gleaming in the moonlight. I heard the sickening crack as he brought it down hard into my sister’s skull. Her body spasmed wildly as it stuck straight out of her forehead. Her killer grunted loudly, rutting in her dying body. I felt myself shake uncontrollably, an alien cry of desire bursting forth from my own lips. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be a corpse lying dead in the middle of the path. I shivered in ecstasy and envisioned the knife protruding from between my own eyes. ---2------------------------------------- Both the killer and I panted for a while, taxed by our respective pleasure. Eventually, he pulled himself from my sister’s dead body. I stayed on my knees, unable to move. I was terrified. I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want to be hurt like Kim had. But I needed it. I needed him to ruin me so badly I felt the world would shatter if he didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to. I was too afraid of what he would do to me if I asked him to. I prayed he could read my desire on my face. My heart raced as he took a step toward me, and held his blade in front of my face. I gently licked my sisters blood from the hard steel. I knew I was horrid. A sick, perverted thing, getting turned on from the thought of him driving that same steel into my soft body. A weak and disgusting women for having stood by and watched my sister die. No, I was even worse than that. I had masturbated, I had cum, to her being tortured as well as killed. I was the most revolting, depraved, and useless woman in the city. And it felt so right. After I had licked the blade clean, he stepped forward, dangling his huge cock in front of my face. I tasted my sister’s cunt for the first time on his thick member. It slowly began to stiffen beneath my perverted tongue. I wanted more. I licked the shaft, greedily taking in the flavor of my dead sister’s juices along with her killer’s salty flesh. As it grew, I threw myself onto his shaft, greedy to take as much of him inside me as I could. I gagged on the meaty rod pressed against the back of my throat. I didn’t care, I wanted more. I grabbed his ass and pulled myself down onto his rock-hard sex. I felt my throat spasm as I held myself down. I wanted to choke on his cock. I wanted the last feeling I ever had on this earth to be the sensation of his jiz shooting down my throat. I wanted...no...I needed him to kill me. Black spots danced across my eyes, melting into the dark evening shadows. I felt my body weaken as his hand grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me off his cock. I looked up at him, terrified. I was terrified of what he was about to do to me, terrified of the pain and humiliation. But mostly, I was terrified that he would leave. As I knelt, silently begging him to kill me, he brought the blade close to my face. I reached out with my tongue to feel it’s cold steel once more, but instead of letting me he jerked my head back sharply by the hair. I saw the stars. The park truly was beautiful at night. There was a sharp pain across my neck, and I realized I was dead, my body simply didn’t know it yet. I was oddly detached as I began to choke on my own blood. There was no point in worrying or getting upset, I was done. There was a strong pressure on my neck, followed by an urge to vomit. Something firm and long shoved its way up my throat to fill my mouth. I tasted his meaty member once more as he fucked my throat from the wrong side. The stars jerked around as he bobbed my body up and down on his cock. Just as my vision began to fade, I felt the warm sticky sensation of cum splatter against my face, I tasted the acrid salty flavor of the semen as it dribbled back into my mouth. I felt his cock slide back out of my throat, and my body fall to the hard ground. Covered in cum and blood, I died next to my sister.