Thread: Wrong Place Wrong Time-phtlc and Rapedoll

Struggling to remove the inert form from the trunk of my car, I lifted the weight of my former business associate out of the trunk using all my strength. I took a quick look around, to be sure that nobody was looking. I really had nothing to worry about as I was way out in cottage country, on a remote road near a creek bed that had no real fishing in it. His body would likely be found eventually, but there would be nothing to link him to me. Why he was killed was irrelevant. The top boss told me he had to go, so he had to go. I didnt really put much thought into it. That was the way it was in our business. Sometimes people had to die and that was that. The reason I was sent to kill him was that we were friends and he would never have suspected me of carrying out a hit attempt on him. When I did it, he was all smiles and friendliness he never saw it coming. I put it out of my mind and pushed his body, now wrapped in plastic garbage bags over the railing on the small bridge. The body dropped and hit the water with a splash. It was weighted down so it sunk fairly quickly. In these murky waters nobody would see him at the bottom. Only when his body rotted and expanding gasses brought him back up to the surface would he be discovered, and by then most evidence would be destroyed. Turning, I went back to close the trunk of the car when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. Turning suddenly I realized I was not alone. Standing there, in the trees, frozen like a deer in the headlights was a girl. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth. It was obvious to her what was in the bags. She was most likely hiking from the cottages a mile away. Fuck! A witness! Someone who could describe me to a police sketch artist! I knew right then what I had to do. Simultaneously, we both started to run her away from me, back into the woods, and me right after her. She ran with every bit of speed she had, pumping her young legs like pistons, bolting like the devil himself was on her tail, which wasnt too far from the truth. Unfortunately for her, I was taller and faster. After about 50 to 100 yards of running, I closed the gap between us, grabbing her hair and pulling her to a stop as I piled into her with all my weight, driving her to the ground. She was already winded from the run, but my landing on top of her winded her further. She struggled desperately, trying to muster a scream as I struggled to cover her mouth. With my other hand, I instinctively reached for my gun, but then stopped myself. A gunshot might attract attention. I would have to do this the hard way. Rolling my weight on top of her, I wrapped my hands around her throat, clamping down with all my strength to strangle the young vacationer to death. As she struggled, desperately for her life, she bucked her body up and down underneath mine. As the girl struggled desperately, her eyes pleading in terror, as adrenalin fueled her body in a desperate attempt to live, her legs ended up splayed apart and I found my groin pressed into her crotch which suddenly started turning me on a bit. I tried to put it out of my mind as I continued to squeaze her throat but I couldn't avoid the fact that her young body thrashing underneath me was fucking hot. All I could think about was my erection pressing through my pants against her soft pussy lips, outlined through her lycra shorts. I found myself subconsciously pressing myself against her, trying to enjoy the feel of it for her last desperate few moments in this world. As her struggles weakened I found myself incredibly turned on, wanting to fuck her tight young body but knowing that time didn't permit such luxury. Then suddenly a thought came to mind. She could identify me so I had to make her go away.....but this didn't mean I had to kill her. I had a private cabin about 7 hours from here, yet much closer to the city. If I could take her there........we would be alone, and I would have all the time in the world to act out any fantasies I wanted with her, and the privacy of the location meant nobody would be able to hear her cries. I pondered as her kicking started to diminish. Looking down at the barely consicious girl, I realized she would be a fucking hot little sex slave. I release her throat immediately as she gasped in loudly, sucking in air, trying desperately to reoxygenate her body underneath me. Turning her over roughly, I wrapped my arm around her neck, locking it in with my other arm in a sleeper hold, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. She struggled again, but this time weakened withing seconds, before she went limp in my arms. I released my hold letting the limp unconscious girls head drop. Moving off of her, I looked down at the hot little body on my new aquisition. I couldn't resist the temptation to press my fingers against the little soft bulge of her pussy lips outlined in her shorts. I wanted to fuck her right there and then, but restrained mysellf. I wanted to do it where I could take my time and enjoy it. Picking her up, I carried her over to the car, and dropped her in the trunk. I quickly bound her wrists behind her back, bound her ankles together and then gagged her. Closing the trunk on my bound unconscious toy, I quickly went and got in the car, closing the door and starting the engine. I pulled away, driving down the dusty country road, fantasizing about the sadistic little games I was going to play with the hot looking your girl in my trunk.