I looked up from the hood of my pickup just in time to see her walk pass the driver side of my truck. I had just return from a eight day long bike trip with my fellow brothers, the Devil Dogs. Parking my motorcycle up next to the trailer, I had lunch then decided to change the oil in my truck before the thunderstorm rolled in.
My neighbor David saw me watching her walk by. He made a bee line for me with an ice cold beer for me in his hand. “They moved in while you were gone. Rented the trailer that use to belong to old man Pike and his wife.”
“Right, right, they moved to Florida, his daughter took over the place” I said.
“Arizona and it’s his son that owns it now” Dave replied.
I made small talk with Dave while working on my truck. Every now and then I would glance over a her. I’m not a pervert, not even sure why she caught my attention, maybe I was just due for a new obsession and she happened by at the right time.
Over the next few months I got worse. I knew her every move. I knew when she got up, when she went to bed. If she was late coming or going, I could feel my pulse began to race, my palms would sweat, and my heart began to pound in my chest until I saw her.
When I fucked my woman Christine, I saw her in my head. It got so bad that I couldn’t get a hard on unless I could imagine my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. It had been a long time since I obsessed over anything. I’ll admit that I am prone to obsessive behavior, hell it’s the reason I became a biker. Saw a bunch of Hell’s Angels roaring down the street. I was just five years old and we lived in Oakland, CA back then. From that moment on it was all that I ever wanted to be was a biker. Hooked up with the Devil Dogs when I was twenty-two years old, that was ten years ago, not one moment of regret yet.
I’m not crazy, I’m not a nice guy either, though I wont fuck with you unless you fuck with me. I don’t do fags, and I ain’t some pedophile, it was her, that little black bitch, she was the problem.
I hate losing control.
The only way that I could get my life back was by cutting her from underneath my skin, cleanse myself of her wickedness. I still had two of the five years to go on my probation. I couldn’t get caught. That’s why I came up with taking her over the holiday season.
During the winter months, I pretty much shut down the motorcycle shop own. It’s Indiana, icy, snow, not much call for repairs. I let all of the employees go till spring, I run the place myself, just to save money. From the first of December until the end of January the place is closed completely. After that I am only open a few hours a day until March. It was the perfect place, and the perfect time to rid myself of her.
Two weeks before Christmas, I watched as I had a hundred times as Kamisha walked down the street to the bus stop. The trailer park was quiet, the streetlights were still on, the sun didn’t rise until late during the mid west winter. Before that day, I had never said one damn word to her. She didn’t know I was in the truck, sure it was running, but hell it was winter everyone warmed up their vehicles.
I could feel the tightening in my crotch as she neared my truck, just before she reached the driver side door, I let it swing open and I nailed her right smack in the face with a solid right hook, knocking her out. She fell backwards, but I caught her before she hit the ground. I tossed her into the floor of my truck, then casually drove off. No one had seen anything. ☼☼☼☼
I had the basement of my shop ready for her. By the time she awaken I thought I was going to explode with excitement. Her dark brown eyes fluttered open, and she sat silent, then screamed. I let her have her moment, then walked over and slapped her till she whimpered.
Kamisha sat there shaking, and sobbing as I walked back over to the table that I had set up and picked of the huge butcher knife.
“You’re gonna die” I began, quietly as not to frighten her even more. “Not tonight, not tomorrow night, but soon. I don’t want to kill you, but your in my head and there are things that I need to do to you first, get my fix of you, then I will gut you like a pig with this knife. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”
Kamisha sobbed even harder and scrunched her tiny body up against the garage wall. I could tell by the terrified look on her face that she understood.
“I know everything about you Kamisha” I began again. “Your mother is a whore, I watch men go in and out of your place like it’s a fucking revolving door. Your nine years old and your mother is a slut, so I wont even ask a stupid question like do you know what sex it. Whether you do or not, you will know in a few minutes.”
Kamisha bit down on her bottom lip, and she looked at me with beautiful, fearful, brown eyes. “Lets see what else, your favorite color is purple, you like cats, and your not stupid, but your grades could be better, something you don’t have to worry about anymore.” I chuckled at that last comment.
“Now, I only have a few simple rules. If you follow those rules…hell it wont matter, I’m still gonna torture the shit out of you.”
I walked over and yanked her up by her long black ponytails. Kamisha screamed and swung her tiny fist out and struck me in the nuts. I was more amused than pissed off, so I only smacked her across the face twice, with an open hand.
Taking the knife that I had put in my belt loop, I cut her sweater and jeans off. I told her to slide off her socks and shoes and she reluctantly did as I ordered. Grabbing both of her hands I pulled her across the room, and tossed her up against a small table. I strapped her hands down, kicked her legs apart, and strapped them to the legs of the table. I picked up a gag from my table of sex devices to silenced her sobs. Next I removed the paddle.
Whack! The sound echoed all around me as her tiny butt shook under the violent spanking.
Whack! Whack! Whack!, she screamed into the gag as I paddled her tiny brown ass. Her little legs trembled, and piss began to run down her legs as I beat her.
I stopped spanking her, got down onto my knees and shoved my face into her tiny cunt. I wanted her piss, I wanted all of her. The feel of my tongue must of shocked her because she stopped peeing. Frustrated I bit down hard onto her tiny clit. Her scream echoed off the walls even with the gag in her mouth.
Abruptly I stood up, taking the knife that I use to cut her clothes off with, yanked her head back by the hair and held it at her throat. Her eyes widen as she saw the anger in my blue eyes. “I want you to piss in my mouth.” I pressed the blade into her soft flesh. “I want to fucking taste all of you! I need you, cant you understand that you stupid bitch!”
She just trembled and pleaded with me with her eyes. Snot and saliva ran from her mouth, nose over the gag and onto table.
“Your going to try again for me, aren’t you?” I sliced the side of her neck with the tip end of the knife. Blood ran down onto her chest, covering her tiny tits. I nodded her head up and down in a yes motion, then I slung her head back down on to the table. I heard the thud as her head hit the table. “That was going to leave a mark” I laughed.
Getting back down onto my knees again, Ibpressed my mouth to her hairless slit. With two hard smack of my hand against her ass, she began to piss into my mouth. I drank it like it was a fine wine. Night, after night I had laid in my bed and imagine what her piss must taste like. It was worth the wait, as I drank her sweet waste, I came up with the idea of having her piss into jars, so that I could still have part of her once our time was over. I had undid the front of my jeans, and slid my hand inside my pants, jerking my hard eight inch white cock.
Once I felt her straining as to push the last of her urine out. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and sucked her, I wanted her to know that I was pleased. Running my mouth down her legs, I licked up every drop of her piss, even lapping up the small amount that had fell onto the floor.
Standing up, I gazed longingly at her cute little, red ass. I walked up behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I was tempted to take her ass, but opted to save it for later. Instead I rammed the entire length of my cock into her tight pussy and it felt like heaven. Much to my own frustration I lasted only a few minutes before shooting my cum up inside her wet snatch. The power she had over me was strong. I let my dick stay inside of her as I pounded the back of her head several times with my fist.
“Fucking cunt!” I screamed. “You don’t fucking own me, you don’t own me!” I slipped my dick out of her, pulled her up by the shoulders so hard that I broke the straps that I had bolted to the table to holding her down. Her arms were free, but her legs were attached to the table legs, I cut them loose, tossed her onto the floor and kicked her till she passed out. “Stupid cunt.” I spit on her face, then went to clean myself up. ☼☼☼☼
Clam, clean, naked, I walked back into the room an picked up her limp body. I cradled her in my arms and carried her over to the mattress, and box spring that I had on the floor in the corner. It was old and worn, but I had used it plenty of time for sleeping when I was too drunk to find my way home. Before taking her, I made sure I put fresh sheet onto the bed. Didn’t want her to sleep on cum stained sheets.
Removing the gag from her mouth I climbed under the sheets, playing with her tiny body until she woke up. Looking around the room, she realized that her nightmare was real and she began to cry.
When she spoke to me, it took me by suprise.
“Please don’t kill me” she pleaded.
“I have to honey,” I kissed the top of her head where a lump was forming.
“I wont tell on you, I promise. I just want to go home.”
“Yes you will, we both know you will.” I said as my fingers glided across her tiny tits. I pinched her nipped and she jerked up against my body.
“Why do you hate me?” she cried.
“I don’t know hate you” I lifted up her head, forcing her to keep her big brown eyes on my face. “I fucking need you. Don’t you know what your doing to me?” I pinched her nipple again.
Kamisha shook her head no and I half way believed her.
“You walk by my house every fucking day. Play in that damn yard. Shaking that sweet ass in my face. You’re a slut like your mother, have you fucked other guys? Tell me if I’m not the first.” I gripped her face tight in my hand.
Kamisha shook her head no, “No” she screamed.
I like it when she cried, to be honest I like everything she did. I moved my hands to her mouth, “Open up” I ordered
Kamisha open up her mouth, I felt all inside of her mouth with my fingers. I caressed her tongue, her teeth. I felt the roof of her mouth, under her tongue, her jaws. I shoved my finger deep inside until she gagged. I kept three fingers inside her mouth, then ordered her to stick out her tongue. Her eyes watered up even more, spit drooled out of her mouth, soaking my hand.
“I like playing with you.” I said as I forced her head down and onto my hardening cock. Immediately she vomited all over my dick. I picked up her tiny body and brought her cunt to my face. I told her to keep sucking as I began munching on her black pussy.
The first time she came I felt proud. She had cum for me, not anybody else.
I flipped her over onto the vomit stained sheets and straddled her face. I shoved my balls into her mouth and ran my ass all across her face. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and told her to stick her tongue up my shit hole. She tongue fucked my asshole with her innocent mouth. I then rubbed my dick across her face again then fucked her mouth long and hard.
Kamisha vomited two more time. I had her open up her mouth, look me in the eyes, while I shot off my load of thick white cum. I made her hold in in her mouth and say ‘Thank you massa.’
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The days passed by in a haze. I liked taking care of her, fucking her. I gave her only liquids for the first few days. I would jerk off as I watched her piss into the jars. I fed her on the fifth day, deciding that I wanted to taste her shit too. By this time Kamisha knew better than too disobey me. When she had to take a dump, she politely raised her hand like she was in school and said she had too poop.
The first time I ate her shit, I had her straddled my face like a toilet. I held her ass open and waited with excitement for the turd to drop. I nearly came when I saw the head of her brown stool, peaking out at me. I told her too relax, that it was what I wanted, so she sat back a little more on my face and let the shit come.
I took it all, from the smallest to the largest. I ate her shit as if it was my last supper. When it was over, I would licked her clean and tell her how she had made me happy.
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By the middle of January the police were still looking for Kamisha, but not as hard. No one had saw anything, or heard anything. I knew however our time together was running out. My true life was calling to me. Unfortunately I couldn’t live in my happy little world with her forever.
My heart ached for what I was about to lose, but it to be. I climbed onto our bed and held her while I cried like a baby. She woke up and stared at me strangely.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked innocently.
“No baby, it’s just time for us to part.” I leaned over and kissed her. It was a long, hard, passionate, don’t leave me kiss that seemed to last forever.
When I broke from her she had tears in her eyes. “Will it hurt when I die?”
“Yes baby, it will hurt. Die knowing that you have made me very happy. I will never forget you.”
She gasped, and clinched my arm as I stuck my knife into her stomach. I pushed her over onto her back. She started to screamed as I pulled the knife out and rammed it into her chest and she stopped screaming. I laid with her body for while, missing her already, wishing that things could have been different.
Forcing myself to get up, I did what I had to do. What I had done so twenty-two times before. Taking out my saw, I sliced her into tiny pieces, putting them into several black garbage bags.
I spread her body parts over three states. I left her clothes, book bag which had her name on it. I wanted her found, in my home state along a main highway. I owned her that much. Kamisha had stopped my obsession, for now.