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She Asked For It by Dreadstar [ Fiction ] [ Snuff ] [ Oral Sex ] [ Rape ] [ Male / Teen Female ]
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Sixteen year old Claire Bennett always took the same route to school: down McKinley Avenue to Division Street, then right on Division and all the way down to Kennedy High School on the corner of Division and L Streets. Simple as pie. Took her about twenty minutes, and there was only one busy street to cross. Plus, there was always one or two of her friends that met her on the way, so she never had to walk to school by herself. This morning was different, though, because Claire had left her house about forty minutes before she usually did. And she was taking a different route. She wasn't planning on going to school today, at least not at first. She was planning to meet a boy instead. A boy she'd met on line.
His name was Ryan, and he was totally dreamy. Twenty-two years old, jet black hair, handsome features, and the darkest, most intense eyes Claire had ever seen in her life. He'd sent her a few pictures of himself and she'd spent an unknown amount of time just staring at them on her computer screen. Staring, and wondering what it would be like to make love with him. She was sure it would be the most totally awesome thing she'd ever experienced. That was why she didn't feel nervous or afraid as she walked down McKinley Avenue to Division Street and then, instead of turning right, turned left. The idea that she would never get to meet the boy named Ryan, that she was actually walking toward the end of her life instead, never entered her mind.
The park where Claire was supposed to meet Ryan Ramsey was about eight blocks west of McKinley Avenue, and Ryan was indeed waiting for her there. But halfway between McKinley and the park, directly in front of a vacant lot, there was a van parked at the curb. Inside the van was a man named Oren Hicks. He was forty-five years old, slightly overweight, balding, and very very angry. In fact, he was in a rage. A murderous rage. And he had finally come to the point where he couldn't just let it sit inside of him anymore. He was going to get it out. He was going to take it out, on the first dumb little cunt to come strolling along on her way to school. He was only mildly surprised and confused when the first dumb little cunt to come along was heading away from school. She was so beautiful, though, with her long blonde hair and her slim, perfectly-shaped body, that he forgot his confusion. It was show time.
He got out of his van, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the sliding cargo door. There was a toolbox sitting just inside. He opened it up and pretended to be looking through his tools as the blonde girl approached. He glanced at her once and his rage grew: she was even wearing a cheerleader's uniform, for fuck's sake. Red and gold, fairly snug top, very short little pleated skirt showing off two very sexy legs. The little bitch was asking for it.
Claire Bennett continued to walk steadily down the sidewalk, getting closer and closer, and Oren Hicks waited patiently. Finally, she came to within just a foot of him, even began to pass him, and Hicks struck. He reached out with a lightning-quick move, grabbed the girl by her hair, and yanked her toward him. The girl let out a little yelp but it wasn't very loud; she was more surprised than anything else. Unfortunately for her, that was the only sound she managed to get out before Hicks clapped his hand over her mouth. In the next second he pivoted and, with one arm now wrapped around her body, he lunged both of them into the van.
Hicks fell on top of the girl and pinned her to the carpeted floor. He kept one hand over her mouth, muffling her screams, and with the other he produced a knife from the sheath on his belt loop and stuck it in front of her eyes.
"Don't make any noise," he said, "and do what I tell you to do. If you don't, I'll cut your fucking throat. You understand?"
Claire Bennett whimpered and nodded her head, and after a few long moments, Hicks put his knife back in its sheath.
"Stay the fuck still," he told her and she whimpered again.
Claire stayed as still as she could, her arms splayed out on each side, her eyes shut tight. Hicks left her there on the floor of the van as he drove out of her neighborhood and onto Portland Avenue. He headed south to Highway 512. then took the 512 to Highway 161. He went south on the 161 until he got to 200th Street, just a mile or so outside of the small town of Orting. He turned on a few more streets, each of them narrower and less traveled than the last, until he found a dirt road that disappeared into a clump of trees. He turned there and drove over the rutted path for about half a mile before stopping on the shoulder. There were trees everywhere and the spot was very secluded. Hicks shut off the engine, returned to the back of the van, and sat next to her on his haunches.
"Okay," he said, "now sit up." Claire immediately sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. She appeared to be trying to make herself as small as she possibly could. "Now take your clothes off."
"Please," Claire said, tears suddenly spilling from her eyes. "Please don't hurt me. I'll give you money, I'll-"
"I don't want any fucking money," Hicks said, the tone of threat rising in his voice. "I said, take your fucking clothes off, or I'll make you eat this fucking knife."
Whimpering in fear, Claire did as the man told her, quickly and clumsily removing her shoes and socks first, then her cheerleader top, then her skirt. She stopped there, trembling in just her red cheerleader panties and a red bra.
"The underwear too, dammit," Hicks said.
Claire made a kind of disappointed whining sound, the sound a child would make, and took off her bra, then slipped out of her panties. She'd been putting her clothes in a pile, but when she went to put the panties with the rest of her things Hicks grabbed them from her.
"I'll take those," he said. "Gonna need em later." He stuffed the panties into his jeans pocket, then, brandishing the knife and getting to his knees, said, "Okay, bitch, suck on my cock."
Claire looked alarmed, gasped, then said, "But...but..I don't know how...please..."
Hicks suddenly grabbed Claire by her long blonde hair and harshly pulled her head toward his crotch, making her yelp.
"I said suck my cock!" he shouted. "You wanna die, you little cumbag?!?"
"Okay okay okay," Claire said. Her hands were trembling as she brought them up and worked to get Hicks's fly open. She fumbled with it for a second, finally got the button undone and the zipper down, then reluctantly reached inside and grasped Hicks's cock and pulled it out. It was long and thick and sticking straight out at her. Claire frowned at it, then shut her eyes and opened her mouth. She leaned further forward and slid her lips around the end of it. Hicks groaned.
"That's good, bitch," he said. "You got a really nice mouth. Now suck me, you fucking cunt."
Claire, grimacing slightly, began to move her lips forward and back over the head of Hicks's cock. Hicks groaned some more, swore some more, then pulled on her hair.
"Suck it harder," he said. "Take more of it in your mouth."
He pulled her hair again and Claire made a mewing noise around his cock before she slid her mouth further over it. She took in about four inches, nearly choking, then pulled back a bit, then moved forward again. She sucked him like this for about a minute, Hicks moaning and grunting and pulling her hair with one hand while his other hand snaked down to one of her breasts and fondled her. Eventually, Hicks told her to stop and Claire immediately pulled her mouth away. She looked up at him, her frightened eyes brimming with tears.
"Please..." she said, her voice no more than a whisper.
Hicks responded by grabbing her hair again and putting the blade of his knife up against her throat.
"Shut the fuck up," he said, his voice low and deadly, "or I'll cut your tits off and shove em up your ass." He kept the knife at her throat as he reached into his pocket and pulled out Claire's panties.
"Open up," he said. Claire opened her mouth and he shoved the panties in, then reached into his toolbox and brought out a roll of duct tape. He tore off a strip and put it over Claire's gagged mouth. "There. Now, turn around and get on your hands and knees."
Claire, openly crying now, did as she was told.
"See that pillow?" Hicks said. Claire looked and saw the pillow on the carpeted floor, laying directly in front of her. "Lay your head down on it." Claire did so and Hicks immediately grabbed one of her arms and pulled it behind her back. Then he grabbed the other arm and brought it behind her as well, then quickly wrapped some more duct tape around her wrists, tying them together. "Now just stay still."
Hicks leaned over her, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it up to the lips of Claire's pussy. Claire moaned in despair as his cock began to worm its way inside of her. He entered her slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting her, but eventually he managed to slide the entire length of his cock into her.
"Oh yeah," he said. "That feels nice. Nice tight fit. Not a virgin, though, are you, slut?"
Claire's only response was to let out a wail of grief that was mostly muffled by the duct tape over her mouth.
"Fucking slut," Hicks said.
He grabbed Claire by the waist and began to fuck her with even, steady strokes, moaning and murmuring to himself. Claire, still weeping, moved involuntarily with each thrust, her face pushing into the pillow and her full firm breasts jiggling beneath her. Hicks fucked the teenager for nearly five minutes, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts, jamming his cock into her pussy again and again, until finally he shoved his cock into her one last time, groaned loudly, and began to pump come into Claire's supple youthful body.
When he was finally spent he pulled his cock out of her pussy, grabbed Claire by her bright blonde hair, and yanked her around so that she was facing him. He laughed softly to himself as he rubbed the end of his cock all over her beautiful face, smearing his come on her forehead, her eyes and cheeks, her nose and chin. When he was finished with that he forced her back into the position she'd been in before, with her face on the pillow and her ass up in the air.
"Now for the icing on the cake, you fucking cunt," he said.
He reached back into his toolbox and brought out a screwdriver. He held the tool by its long blade and grabbing, Claire by her hair again, forced the handled up into her ass. Claire screamed and kicked her feet, blindly trying to escape the terrible pain, but it was no use. Hicks shoved the screwdriver's handle as far up into Claire's ass as he could get it, until blood began to slip out around it. Then, while Claire wept and shuddered against the pillow under her face, Hicks reached again into his toolbox and brought out a hammer.
"I know you think this is unfair and mean," he told the young girl, "but if you think about it, you're only getting what you deserve. Running around looking like a slut, teasing and showing off. And obviously, you've already let some shitbag guy fuck you, you little tramp. So, really, when you think about it, you've been asking for this all along. I'm just giving you what you asked for, you slimy cunt."
Hicks had been holding the hammer up above his shoulder, and now he brought it down square on the back of Claire's head. Claire gave a startled cry that sounded like, "Gug," then her body relaxed. Her eyes were still open, and she had an expression on her face that was more curious than surprised. Claire might have already been dead at that point but Hicks hit her again, then again and again, until there was a large mess of broken skull and bloody blonde hair. When he finally stopped, he took a deep breath, then said, "There. Justice is done, you fucking cock box."
He dropped the hammer back into his toolbox, then put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. Next he opened the van's sliding door, then grabbed Claire's nude lifeless body by the feet and dragged her out of the van. She fell face first into the dirt with a thud. Hicks dragged her a little further away, then dropped her and left her there, with the screwdriver still lodged in her ass.
Then he got back in his van and drove away.
Oren Hicks abducted and murdered three more girls before he was apprehended by the FBI; two of the girls were sixteen years old, and one was only twelve. They were all blonde and stunningly beautiful, and he had raped and murdered them, and violated their bodies with tools, in the same manner as Claire Bennett. Hicks pleaded not guilty to four counts of kidnapping, four counts of rape, and four counts of murder in the first degree, and he was convicted on all of them. He served eight years in federal prison before he was executed, and in all that time he never confessed to any crime, and never voiced any remorse for what he'd done. In fact, the closest he ever came to making any kind of statement about his crimes was, after his conviction for the murder of Claire Bennett, while he was being escorted out of the courtroom, he looked at Noah Bennett, Claire's father, and said, "She asked for it."