A Killer's Favorite Toy: Part 1

A Killer's Favorite Toy: Part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It's about a killer who decides to somethig new with his latest victim. He likes her reactions so much that he might just decide to keep her around.

Summary

It's about a killer who decides to somethig new with his latest victim. He likes her reactions so much that he might just decide to keep her around.

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Submitted: April 09, 2012

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Submitted: April 09, 2012

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A Killer’s Favorite Toy: Part 1

It was pitch black in the room and deadly silent.  Not even the grim reaper would dare disturb the silence.  The tall shadow of a man stood still as a statue with a knife in hand as he admired his handy work.  In front of him slumped upon the floor was a young woman covered in blood.  Her head hung limp on her shoulder, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open as she sat there unconcsious.  The man began to grow impatient waiting for her to wake up.  She’d been out for almost 2 hours, and he wanted to play with her some more.

Quietly, he stepped forward toward her and plunged the 7 inch blade into her left thigh.  She immediately jerked awake from the sudden pain letting out a strangled scream.  The man quickly pulled the blade from her flesh while she gave a pained groan.  “Why are you doing this?” she asked.

His reply was, “You know why.”  This time he stabbed the blade into her right thigh, “ I told you I’m doing this because I was bored and wanted to have some fun.”  Again she let out another strangled scream.  Her head fell forward and her long blond locks flowed forward creating a yellow and red curtian around her face.  She let out heavy pants as she tried to get the pain under control but it was so difficult when all she wanted to do was pass out.  She couldn’t though for she knew if she did he would only hurt her again to wake her up agian.

Suddenly, he was in front of her his hand gently lifting her chin up to his face so she would look at him.  His eyes held a sort of sorrow in them, “I’m sorry, here I am having all this fun and you’re not getting any enjoyment out of this.”  Then his features changed into a malicious girn, “Well, I guess I’m going to have to change that.”  The left hand that was holding the knife suddnely dropped it as he moved toward her, while his right hand that was holding her chin began to slowly move down.  Her eyes widened in fear.  Every time he would suggest they play it was always him cutting her up or stabbing her to see how many times she’d scream.  He’d never done anything like this before; never touched her with just his hands.

He grabbed both breasts in his hands and began to fondle them softly at first, but then he began to squeeze harder and harder.  She bit her lip to aviod letting the groan that was building up in her throat out.  Her nipples began to grow harder from his minstrations even as she screamed in her head for him to stop.  His left hand began to move lower and lower till it came to rest just above her pussy.  “Now we’re going to start really having some fun.  I wonder how load and how long I can get you to scream?”………….


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