Waitress by hooksforhands

Rating: 52%, Read 9322 times, Posted Aug 26, 2020

Fiction | Rape, Snuff

"Brunette, one o'clock from where I'm sitting, black dress," Jake said under his breath.

We were sitting across from each other, so I would have to turn around to look. I didn't want to be too conspicuous so I stood up and walked slowly to the restroom, which was in the girl's direction. On the way I discreetly eyed her; she was pretty, looked to be in her early twenties, and was with a big party of friends. I continued past her to the restroom, took a quick piss, and returned.

"Well?" Jake asked.

"She's hot," I said quietly. "I'm sure she would be fun but she's with a bunch of people. If she leaves by herself we can see what happens but I don't think that's going to happen."

Jake sighed. "Yeah, I know. The hot ones never go out by themselves."

"You're sure you're not interested in Hotpants?" I asked, referring to a 30-something year old who wasn't bad looking and was clearly looking for some male companionship.

"Nah, I need something younger tonight... and less slutty."

"Yeah, I'd like that too but I don't think-"

"Hi, guys!" I was interrupted by a female voice. "How are we doing? My name is Amanda and I'll be your server for the rest of the night. Misha got off."

Jake and I looked at each other for a moment, silently.

"We're good," I replied. "I could use another lager actually."

"Sure thing," she said with a bright smile. "Anything for you?" she asked, looking at Jake.

He just stared at her at first, and I knew what he was thinking. Fortunately he snapped out of it before the girl got creeped out. "I'll have another as well," he finally replied. "The stout."

"Alright," she said happily. "I'll be right back with those."

"Oh, miss?" I asked as she started to walk away.

"How late are you open tonight?"

"Till 2:00," she replied.

We watched her walk to the kitchen to get our beers, enjoying the sight of her bare legs under her denim skirt.

When she was out of sight, Jake asked me simply, "What do you think? Are you in?"

I thought about it for a moment and then replied. "Yeah, I'm in."

It was hard enough to find victims that interested both of us, let alone ones that might be obtainable, so when an opportunity presented itself we tried to take advantage of it. The fact that she was at work made it more likely that she would be alone when she left, and the fact that she was working until closing time meant that she wouldn’t leave until after all the customers were gone. Jake and I had scouted the bar weeks ago so we knew there was no working security camera. Still, she wasn't quite a sure thing; not yet.

"We'll finish our drinks, pay our tabs, and wait in the truck for her to leave," I said. "We'll still want to make sure she's alone when she leaves, but I think our chances are good."

We still had about an hour to go when we left the bar, so we stopped at a gas station to get some energy drinks and snacks. Then we parked outside the bar and waited.

“How old do you think she is?” I asked.

“College age,” Jake replied. I could hear the lust in his voice as he said it.

“She must be 21 if she’s working at a tavern, but damn… she can’t much older than that.”

“Do me a favor,” said Jake, “and don’t fuck up her tits too bad.”

“Yeah, sorry about that; I went a little overboard last time. I’ll try to stay away from her boobs and face, but I do have a new toy to try out on the rest of her,” I said, removing the switchblade from my pocket

“It’s too big!” Jake asked with alarm. “You’ll fuck her up before I get to play with her!”

“Calm down, I’ll use it sparingly,” I replied. “Here, check it out. You might want to use it on her after I’m done.”

As Jake was admiring my shiny new knife the brunette in the black dress came out of the bar, accompanied by a throng of friends.

“Fuck!” said Jake, under his breath. “That bitch’ll never know how close she came to getting murdered.”

I had to admit, she had some of the best boobs I’d ever seen. “She would have been a great time,” I agreed. “Maybe in an alternate universe.” I watched them drive off with without too much regret, knowing that we had a nice consolation prize waiting for us.

Twenty minutes later the girl still hadn’t left, and we were starting to wonder if we had missed her. We were just starting to argue about it when the bar door opened and young Amanda walked out into the night.

She was still wearing her uniform, which was really just a tee-shirt with the name of the bar, a mid-length jean skirt, and flats. Jake and I immediately stopped bickering and admired her. While her breasts were not quite up to the level of Miss Blackdress, her legs were arguably better than any of the chicks we had offed before.

“Fuck, she’s hotter than I remembered!” Jake whispered.

We had parked between her car and the bar, so she was walking straight toward us. When she got to within about 15 feet of the car she finally noticed us and stopped in her tracks.

“Now!” I exclaimed.

As we opened our doors the girl started backing away, then turned around and ran back to the bar. I realized with sudden panic that if she made it inside we probably wouldn’t be able to get to her and she might be able to identify us.

She was young and she had a head start on us, so naturally she got to the door first. In her panic, she fumbled for her keys for a few seconds, then dropped them and had to pick them up. Finally she opened the door just as Jake caught up with her.

“Get off! Get off!” she started to scream as Jake pulled her away from the door. Before she could say anything else he had his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. A second later I was there to help him. Without saying a word I took her legs, avoiding some ill-placed kicks, and we carried her back to the truck.

We cuffed her hands behind her back but she was still struggling hard.

“Buddy, I gotta hit her,” I told Jake. “We can’t have her struggling like this.”

He sighed. “Alright, just try not to leave a mark.”

I rolled her onto her stomach. “Hand me the hammer out of the glove compartment.”

“Shit,” he mumbled. But he handed me the hammer.

Sitting on her back to keep her still, I tilted her head to the side and rested the head of the hammer against her temple.

“Wait!” she yelled.

I gave her a quick pop, after which she mumbled something. Another pop to the back of the skull for good measure and she was out cold, and without much visible damage to her face. She could have brain damage, of course, but that wasn’t going to matter in the end.

Greg went through her purse and found her phone, which he promptly smashed. We didn’t want it giving GPS coordinates to a cell-tower.

“Mmm… she’s a pretty one,” I commented, pushing her tee-shirt up past her bra and caressing her smooth, flat stomach. “Hey, do you want to fuck her while she’s out? That’s more your thing and I can drive.”

We lowered the seats in the back and Jake laid her down. I got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. When I looked in the rearview mirror I saw that Jake wasn’t going to bother undressing her. He had simply hiked her skirt up, pushed her panties to the side, and now he was ready to start fucking. That was okay; we would have plenty of time with her naked later.

It was about a twenty minute drive to the shack and we mostly didn’t speak. The only sound was the slapping of flesh on flesh and an occasional grunt. After about ten minutes Jake finished and we drove the rest of the way in silence.

The cabin was remote, which is of course why we used it. Sometimes, especially in the early days, we would bring a girl out into the forest to kill, but lately we’ve been enjoying having a mattress and a roof over our heads. Bending a girl over a log in the rain can be fun too, but we mostly liked to do our business indoors these days.

We carried her inside and tied her down on the mattress. Then Jake got a bottled water and we both waited for her to wake up.

I was reading her driver’s license when she started to stir, about five minutes later.

“Amanda Johnson,” I read loudly. “Five-four, 105 pounds. Hair: brown. Eyes: brown. Twenty-one years old.”

She looked at me with confusion.

“Sounds like a missing person report to me,” commented Jake.

“You know, you’re right. It does sound like a missing person’s report.

She looked at me and then at Jake, her eyes wary. “Who are you?”

“Do you ever watch Investigation Discovery, Amanda?” I asked. “Or Forensics Files? One of those crime shows?

She didn’t answer, but she was looking concerned.

“You know what I mean, right? The kind of show where some pretty young coed goes missing, and the cops suspect foul play but they can’t find her body. Do you ever think to yourself, ‘I wonder what happened to that poor girl?’”

Still she said nothing.

“Well, you’re about to find out, Sweetie.” I flipped the switchblade open.

“Oh! No no…” the girl stammered.

I grabbed her by the throat and raised the knife dramatically above her head.

“Shit! Help me someone! Oh, god!”

I plunged the knife into the mattress, inches from her head. She broke out into choked sobs, her face distorted into a grimace of fear. The tears were flowing freely now.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re prettier when you cry, Amanda?” I asked. I grabbed a handful of her tee-shirt and poked the blade through, making a small hole. Then I reached my fingers through the hole and tore the shirt down the middle, exposing her torso. She was wearing a bra, so I cut that off as well. She had nice, firm tits.

“Whadya think, Jake?” I asked. “They’re not double-ds.”

“They’ll do just fine,” Jake replied.

“Let’s get a look at that pussy,” I suggested. The girl started squirming so Jake held her legs while I pulled her panties off.

“If you don’t stop kicking I’ll shove this right up your cooch,” I warned her. That mostly stopped her struggling.

She had the pussy of a girl her age; tight and well-manicured. There was a tan line around her waist indicating she must have recently spent some time on a beach or in a tanning bed.

“How about a little bag play to start things off?” Jake suggested.

“I’m always up for that,” I replied

I stayed with the girl while Jake got a plastic bag from under the sink. We saved them pretty much any time we got them, so we had a nice little stash. The girl saw the bag in his hand as he returned and she looked at me earnestly with her big brown eyes.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Jake wrapped the bag around her head and held it tight around her neck.

“This is a good bag,” I commented. “It’s clearer than a lot of them, so we can really see her face.”

“Got it at Chevron. We might want to get some more.”

The girl lay still. She had completely stopped struggling and I could tell she was trying to control her breathing to preserve her oxygen. That would only work for so long, of course. I could have just waited for her to run out of air on her own, but I was impatient so I punched her in the stomach. That caused her to suck in a deep breath and her air was almost immediately exhausted. Within a couple of seconds the bag was practically vacuum sealed around her face. She tried to poke a hole in it with her mouth but we prevented that.

She started struggling again, believing that she was fighting for her life, but we held her firm.

I was pretty turned-on at this point so I unzipped my jeans and started stroking myself. Within a minute I had pretty nice erection going so pressed the head of my cock against her well-trimmed pussy and shoved myself in.

She bucked at first, fighting the invasion, but I continued to fuck her. Her cunt was warm and soft, and I felt quite at home inside her. I’ve always believed that a girl’s pussy reacts differently when she knows she’s in mortal danger; it just feels different. Jake tells me it’s all in my head.

The girl fought us as much as she could for the first few minutes, but Jake kept the bag wrapped tight, and as her brain became more oxygen deprived her struggles slowed and then ceased. Her jaw hung agape, the bag sucked into her mouth. She was close to death.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s bring her back.”

“Are you sure? She’s almost dead.”

“Yeah, I wanna fuck her some more while she’s still alive.”

Reluctantly, he removed the bag. At first she didn’t respond and I thought I would have to perform CPR on her, but then her chest expanded as she took a deep breath, and then another. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around with confusion and fear. I grabbed her firmly by the ass and thrust myself into her a half dozen more times, finally coming.

“Pretty good pussy, huh?” asked Jake.

“That was a good start to the evening, but I’m not done yet.”

“Okay, but don’t take all night. I wanna fuck her too.”

“Nothing’s stopping you. Fuck her right now.”

“Don’t start that bullshit with me!” he replied with a flash of anger “You know I like dead girls!”

“You fucked her in the truck!”

“Because she was unconscious, and even that wasn’t the same! We’ve talked about this!”

I sighed. Sometimes working with a partner was like being in a marriage. Although we shared many interests, we were our own people with different needs. Jake was really into necro-sex, which I could take or leave; I was into knives, but that often ruined the girl’s body for him. So we learned to compromise; he let me fuck first (usually, anyway) and I tried to finish within a couple of hours so he wouldn’t be kept waiting.

“Okay,” I relented. “One more fuck and we’ll kill her. I get to cut her a little, though.”

“Fine, just stay away from the face and tits.”

I went outside to piss in the bushes and when I got back the girl was pleading with Jake for her life.

“Please!” she begged. “I’ll keep perfectly still! You won’t notice the difference!”

“You ready?” he asked me, ignoring her. “The bitch’s whining is making me horny.”

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

Jake had a really nice homemade garrote that we often used in situations like this. It was really just bit of fishing line strung between two old guitar slides, but it was effective. Jake wrapped it around her slender neck as she wept. He looked at me as if to ask, ‘are you ready?’.

Having recently ejaculated I wasn’t quite as eager as before, but I knew that once I got going the sex would be better. The girl had instinctively brought her knees up to her chest as if to protect herself. I took a moment to admire the curves of her legs and hips, running my hands hungrily over her smooth flesh. I could see her muscles flexing reflexively under her skin as I did so. After a minute or two of this I pried fingers between her bony knees and pushed her legs apart.

As I did so I nodded at Jake, and he immediately drew the garrote tight. The line dug into the girl’s neck and she tried the squirm away, but of course there was nowhere to go. Once again I plunged my cock into her resistant young snatch. It actually felt even better this time. I started grinding slowly, methodically, enjoying the friction of her flesh, and then I worked up a little speed.

Jake was enjoying his role as well. He pulled with all of his considerable strength on the ends of that garrote, no doubt impatient to enjoy her himself. She looked up at him as if to ask ‘why,” and he bent down and licked her cheek.

“Ease up a little, Jake,” I asked, grunting.

“I’m ready to fuck,” he answered curtly.

“Just give me ten more minutes with her, that’s all I ask.”

I think he let must have listed, because otherwise the girl would have been dead in another couple of minutes. Instead, I had a little time to play with her. I opened the switchblade. Holding it with the hilt at the bottom of my palm I began to plunge it into her ass and thighs. Not too far, mind you; just a half-inch or so, so I wouldn’t mess her up too much for Jake. I synchronized the stabbing to the thrusts of my pelvis, so it almost felt like the knife was fucking her too.

Poor Amanda definitely noticed, as her body recoiled from each stinging bite of the blade. After a few minutes, though, she was really starting to lose strength. The skin on her neck around the fishing line was red and in some areas the line was digging so deep I couldn’t even see it. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed. Her mouth hung open and a tiny line of spittle ran down her cheek. I knew she was close.

“Finish her,” I said to Jake.

I fucked her as hard as I could, ramming my cock all the way in until my pelvis slapped against hers. Again and again I pounded her, staring into her beautiful brown eyes as they lost their focus and rolled up into her head. Finally I felt the cum rising out of my balls. With a few last furious thrusts I felt it shoot down my shaft and explode into the girl.

I stayed on top of her for a minute or two afterward, my hips occasionally gyrating as if on their own, depositing any last drop of semen I might still have in my balls. Then, with a satisfied sigh, I rolled off of her.

She was dead alright, there was no doubt about that. She was still hot, but her eyes were staring in slightly different directions and the capillaries in one had burst. She was all Jake’s now.

Before he started on her, I did him the courtesy of cleaning her up a bit. With a rubber glove and some tissue paper, I wiped as much of my cum out of her as I could. There was quite a bit. Then I took a quick shower and came out to take a nap. I laid down on the couch feeling sleepy and content. Jake was going at the girl pretty hard, slicing her tits as he fucked her. I watched for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.

Rating: 52%, Read 9322 times, Posted Aug 26, 2020

Fiction | Rape, Snuff


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