Thread: Snuff It! - LittleRooster & SquishyPink

There was so much blood. The piece of meat that she'd practiced on hadn't bled at all, but now Melissa was fascinated by the crimson flow coming from Mackenzie's tummy, and the pink slits that opened up every time she drew the blade across her rapist's flesh. Another long, slow slice opened her tummy up a bit further, this time venturing deeper into the girl-meat. Something gave way and for just a moment the blade dipped beneath the muscle into Mackenzie's innards Melissa hoped nobody noticed. Not wanting to get disqualified for actually opening Mackenzie up, Melissa moved upwards to Mackenzie's tits. They were big ans slutty and naked and represented everything Melissa didn't have, the attributes that made boys and girls alike want Mackenzie and shun Melissa. She slashed the left breast with the switchblade, a shallow cut that bisected the nipple and then a crisscrossing pair of diagonal slices. Hefting the cleaver, she swung it into Mackenzie's right breast, which parted vertically down the middle with a meaty splat. The horrible, mean, slutty, rich rapist was shrieking through the ball gag now, completely incoherent but that didn't matter to Melissa. This was her chance to finally hurt her back! Her breasts were ruined where before they had been the absolute perfection of ripe young sexuality, the right one completely split down the middle, through meat and fat and even the milk gland beneath. But she could hide those ruined orbs under her shirt and still be popular. Melissa was crying as she cut into Mackenzie's face, the emotion of this moment overwhelming her completely. The slashes were wild, random and without any thought to aesthetics. Mackenzie would be disfigured for life, unwanted by anyone besides sickos with a fetish for scars. But she still had other assets she could offer, and there was no way she'd let this horrible monster of a girl keep what she'd taken so violently. She swung the cleaver up underneath Mackenzie's body and the blade sank into her privates. As blood ran down her abuser's thighs, Melissa bawled her eyes out, a complete emotional wreck. Somewhere between the release, the vindication and the guilt at harming another person like this, it had just become too much for her young mind to process. Still, she worked the blade back and forth like a saw through the meat of Mackenzie's cunny lips, slashing her into ruination but never cutting a single piece off. By the time Savannah called Time, she had sunk to her knees before Mackenzie's mutilated form. As she looked up, a hot, golden rain splashed across her face. Even in this, her moment of justice, the horrible bitch managed to hurt her. Melissa dried her tears and hugged Savannah tight, no longer feeling any shame at hurting such a vile person. The buxom hostess, a long-time lover of such violence, was incredibly aroused by what Melissa had wrought, and openly fondled the young girl's bottom as they hugged. The crowd was loving it. The emotion, the breakdown, the tearful hug, even Mackenzie's last spiteful gesture, they were eating it up. Even if Heathcliff won't have you, Savannah whispered. You can come over to my trailer after the show. If I make it, she thought, remembering how many Savannahs the show had claimed this season alone.