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“How’s my little band geek?” Danny asked as I walked out of the music room. He leaned casually against the wall holding his backpack in his hand.

“I’m fine, asshole.” I said and gave him a playful shove.

He made an over exaggerated act of losing his balance and almost falling over. I could not help but smile and laugh even though he called me names. He was pretty obviously flirting with me, and it always surprised me even though he had been meeting me after school every day for the past two weeks.

It surprised me because he was a senior and a starter on the football team, while I was a sophomore and basically an unknown in the social scene of Branson Woods High.

We walked to his car as he asked me about how my classes were going. I gave him a rundown of my day as usual.

My cynical side told me he was just hoping to be the one to take my virginity. Every other part of me was ready to give him whatever he wanted.

He drove me home in his car—an old muscle car that he was super proud of. As we came around the turn to my house, a jolt of terror hit me. In the driveway of my house was my dad’s work van. He was never home at this time. I ducked low.

“Keep going. Keep going.” I told Danny. He looked at me, bent over double in the seat next to him, and laughed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“My dad’s home and I told him Annabelle is the one who gives me a ride home. He’d kill me if he knew I was getting a ride home from a guy.”

He just laughed and shook his head as he drove past my house.

“Just let me out on the next street over.” I said.

He made the turn and I sat back upright once we were out of sight of my house. He came to a stop along the side of the road.

“You look cute in those jeans today, but he way.” He said with a smile, then added: “I was hoping we’d get a little more alone time together today.”

I grinned. “Me too.” And then I did something bold, which was uncharacteristic for me. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I moved away, but then he pulled me back and kissed me full on the lips. It was a nice kiss. With my stomach fluttering, I got out of the car, almost stumbling over the curb as I pulled my backpack out behind me.

I closed the door and gave a little wave. He waved back with his perfect smile as he pulled away. I turned to walk back toward my house, backpack slung over my shoulder, feeling happy. I thought about his comment on my jeans. They were my favorite pair—ripped at the knees and hugging my hips just right. But I had a feeling his comment was less about the jeans and more about him saying I was cute.

I realized I was grinning sillily to myself.

I was coming up to the intersection when I heard a car pulling up behind me. I turned expecting to see Danny’s car. Instead it was a large Volvo sedan that looked brand new. I recognized it as Millie Hanover’s car.

Millie was one of the most popular girls at school and a shoe-in for prom queen this year. She had embraced her role and had been making the most of it. She stepped out of the driver side. Monique, her best friend and loyal devotee, stepped out from the passenger side. I was starting to have a bad feeling about this.

“Hey, bitch.” Said Millie loudly.

I turned my back on her and started walking away quickly, not wanting to be part of whatever high school drama she was trying to start.

“Hey!” She grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. “I’m talkin’ to you.”

“Leave me alone.” I said as I tried to pull out of her vice-like grip.

“I just wanna talk,” she said.

I gave in a little, suspicious that that was true. “What do you want?”

“Listen, wha’s goin’ on between you an’ Dan?” She was smacking her gum loudly as she talked.

“Nothing.” I said.

“Well you should stay away from him. He’s suppose to be mine, right?”

I remember they had dated a couple years ago. Apparently she was not over him.

“Whatever. I think that’s up to him…right?” I said snappily as I pulled my arm back, breaking her grip on me.

“Oh, the little bitch got bite.” Said Monique. I noticed that she had slipped around the side of me, effectively blocking my path back toward my house.

“Listen you slutty little whore.” She spat out the words. “Stay away from my Dan, got it?”

I was feeling angry and defensive now. “I’ll do what I fucking want to your Dan.”

Millie, with a quickness and force that caught me off guard, stuck me with the back of her hand. I lost balance, ears ringing, head spinning. Monique grabbed me as I fell, and together, she and Millie began dragging me back to the car. I tried to pull myself away. Then I screamed, but it was cut short by a quick strike to the back of my head by Monique. Everything went starry. Then black.

When I finally regained my senses I realized I had been secured with duct tape to the inside handgrip in the door of the back seat of Millie’s sedan.

My mouth felt like I had cotton balls in it and my head throbbed with each bump in the road. “What the hell is this?” I stammered out.

Millie was quiet as she drove. Not even looking back at me. Monique looked back and put a finger to her lips indicating that I should stay quiet. Then she grinned at me menacingly.

We were somewhere on a back road. No signed or sign of civilization. Just forest.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but seriously, this isn’t ok.” I was starting to actually worry for my safety.

I looked around the back seat of the car. My backpack was open on the floor and contents had tumbled out. I noticed my phone sitting in the cup holder up front between the driver and passenger seat.

“My dad will be wondering where I am.” I said. “Just bring me home and we’ll act like this didn’t even happen.” No response. “I won’t talk to Danny anymore. I promise.”

The car began slowing. Maybe she was listening, I hoped silently. Millie took a turn off the pavement and onto a dirt road that led into the forest.

We drove slowly over the uneven path for maybe ten minutes until finally she stopped the car. We were literally in the middle of nowhere. There was no sign that anyone had been through this area recently.

Millie and Monique got out of the car and opened my door, pulling me out with it. They cut me free from the car but left my wrists bound tight. I looked around wondering if I had a chance of making a break for it.

“Don’t even bother running.” Said Millie, noticing my eyes shifting. “We’re so far out you’d just end up getting lost and starving to death.”

I kind of doubted that given that I knew what direction the road was, but the chances of me getting away from my captors in the first place were slim.

I stood there as the both looked at me.

“Alright, first things first.” Said Millie and she handed Monique a phone.

Monique held it up, and I could tell she was recording me. Millie, procured from somewhere a large knife. I couldn’t help but tremble at the sight of it. Millie came around behind me. “Hold still,” She said. “And I won’t cut you.”

Using the knife she cut away my clothes. First my jeans—she slit them down the back and along the inseams then pulled them off me. Them my sweatshirt. Then my panties. I was feeling extremely conscious of the camera as she pulled them off. Them she cut my bra right between my breasts and let them pop out, with a little jiggle.

Millie looked down at them, looked me up and down and then said with a certain level of sincerity and a half smile, “Cute.”

Monique was moving in now to get a closer shot of me. I instinctively raised my bound hands, trying to shield myself as best I could. Millie, standing behind me, pulled them down and put her head close to mine.

Looking into the camera she said: “Isn’t she a cutie?” She gave my breasts a little squeeze. She stepped and then a moment later looped a length of cord over my head.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it as she synched the loop tight around my neck.

“Get on your knees.” She said, still holding the knife. I obliged. Things seemed to be spinning out of control and I couldn’t think of how to get out of this situation.

I was hoping this was just some hazing and they’d let me go once they had their fun. Millie was always intense about things, but I had never pegged her as a killer.

Just as I thought this, I felt a yank on the rope and it dug into my neck. Millie, bracing my back with her knee was putting all her weight behind the rope. It cut off my airway and I immediately panicked.

I wriggled and writhed, but the more I fought it, the deeper the rope dug into my neck. Everything was fading to black. I could see Monique with the camera just a foot away from my face, but I could not focus on her. I closed my eyes against the pounding headache. My lungs burned and my face felt hot. I could tell I was losing consciousness. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” I could hear Millie say, from what sounded like far away.


The next thing I remember was feeling my throat aching and dry. My muscles felt too stiff to move. Then I realized I could hear voices from nearby. I opened my eyes just a crack. I was laying face down in the dirt. Still stark naked except for my converse high tops. Monique and Millie were tossing all my stuff from the car into my bag. I closed my eyes and held still as Millie turned back toward me. I heard her drop my bag a few feet away.

“Are we just gonna leave her body there like that?” Asked Monique.

“I texted Marcus that there’s fresh meat out here. He’ll take care of it.”

Then car doors opened and slammed shut. The car started and I heard tires crunch on gravel at it pulled away and back down the dirt road. Only once it was out of earshot did I open my eyes. The sun was setting and it was starting to get chilly out. Breathing freely, my senses began to come back to me. I knew I had to get back to the main road.

I wasn’t sure who Marcus was, but I had a feeling something bad would happen if he found me here.

The forest was silent. Then, in the distance, I heard a dog barking. Echoing between the trees.

I pulled at the tape around my wrist. It was still tight. I tried to push the rope around my neck up over my head, and with quite a bit of pulling and twisting I was able to get it off. I stumbled over to my bag. My phone was in the bottom, I knocked the bag over and dropped to my knees trying to pick it out of the clutter that had fallen out.

I heard more barking. Closer now. It sounded like a different dog.

My heart was pounding. I finally clutched my phone, but nothing happened when I pushed the home button.

Suddenly there was rustling from not far away. I realized I had waited to long. A howl went up and I heard about five others from various directions around me.

I clambered to my feet and tried to run, but my legs were not cooperating. I had made it just a few yards down the road when a large, black dog burst out of the woods just ahead of me. I froze unsure what to do. Just as I began to back away slowly. I heard a commotion behind me. I turned in time to see another dog barreling toward me. He leapt, and I put my arms up in front of my face.

I heard jaws snapping as I fell backward. The other dog was on me now, growling ravenously. The first dog clamped onto my arm, yanking it away from my face. Pain shot up my arm and I screamed. Then the other dug into my neck. I felt hot blood spurt and cartilage crunch. It was like a shockwave rattled through my body as the dog gave me a vicious shake. I felt something pop or crack in my neck. I started pissing uncontrollably.

There were more dogs now. Probably about five, nipping and biting me all over.

One sunk its teeth into my left breast, another ripped at my stomach.


It felt like forever, but what must have been just seconds later a sharp, high whistle came over the sound of their growls and other guttural noises.

Everything stopped. “Hold up, boys.”
It was a man’s gravelly voice.

I lay as still as I could, but my body was shaking. I felt cold. Pain emanated from everywhere. I could tell there was serious damage done to my body.

“Dammit.” Said the man. “They musta notta finished the job.” He came to stand over me.

He was a grizzled, middle-aged man. He seemed tall but I wasn’t sure because I was laying on the ground. He had salt and pepper stubble and wore a orange hunter vest, camo t-shirt and tattered blue jeans. He held a shotgun that he had propped up on his shoulder.

I tried to get out to word *please*, but all that came out was a gurgle and gag on thick blood. I prayed silently he would have mercy on me.

“Aw, poor thing.” He pushed my head to the side with the toe of his boot.

“Well you’re a cute little one aren’t ya.” He said as he crouched next to me. “Seems a shame.”

He touched my torn breast and then gave the one still intact a squeeze. “My boys really did you in didn’t they. If ida found ya first we coulda had some fun.”

He took a minute to take me in. Touching and inspecting my body all over and messing with my various wounds. Even in my confused brain I knew that unless I received medical treatment immediately, I was going to die. Part of me hoped he would just put me down with his shotgun and end it all right now.

I felt his fingers feeling the gash in my neck. My pain had shifted to a low throb and empty numbness. I had a strong sense of death approaching. But not fast enough.

“Honestly,” He said to me as he continued to touch my body, “I kinda feel bad about this. But I gotta do what I can. Ya see they have a taste of human flesh and now I’ve gotta keep them satisfied or they’ll turn on me. Usually their meals ain’t still kickin’, though.”

I looked into his small eyes and saw they were pale blue and bloodshot. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s something I wanna try real quick.” He said.

I could not respond. He dragged me over to a nearby tree and propped me up with my back slumped against the rough bark.

He started messing with the button on his jeans and pulled out his long, erect dick. I tried to move away, but my body just twitched a little. He gently ran one hand across my face, then, pulled my head to the side and back by a handful of my hair. He put one knee on the ground on one side of me and had one leg over me. He steadied me by the shoulder with the other hand. I felt pressure on my neck, and then his dick slid up and into the back of my throat. He gave a moan of pleasure. As it rubbed against the back of my tongue, I could taste metallic blood and salty pre-cum.

I felt violated in a way I never even imagined possible, and I had no choice but to look up at him as he fucked my throat. He had a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

I desperately wanted to just pass out, but for some reason my mind and body stayed vividly attuned. I felt the squelch each time he forced himself further up through my neck, hitting the roof of my mouth. Then I felt him ejaculating. His cum filled my mouth, and I felt it dribbling out from my slack lips.

He pulled out and let my head slump forward, chin on my chest. I could see a mix of cum and blood running down my chest. He wiped off his dick with what I noticed was a piece of my shirt and then buttoned his pants back up. He pushed me over so that I fell onto my side.

“Did ya enjoy that an much as me?” He asked, now standing over me. “Probably not.” He said more to himself. He began pulling off my shoes and socks. “Can’t have my boys eatin’ any’uh this shit.” He pulled out a knife and cut the tape off my hands. He then poked the knife around the gash in my stomach out of which bits of my instestines were protruding. He pulled out a long piece and left it strewn out on the ground.

Wiping his knife, he stood up then pushed my legs apart with his foot. “Well I woulda fucked your vag but it looks like ya pissed yourself.” Still, he seemed a little hesitant. “Honestly, I can’t believe you’re still breathing.”

My short, rattly breaths were labored and loud. Everything was unfocused. Every last fiber of my being was fighting to stay conscious, even though all I wanted was to slip into the darkness that was encroaching at the edges of my vision.

“Well, what the hell.” He said finally. “Have at it, boys!”

The dogs rushed in, hungrily tearing out long, stingy pieces of my innards. They ripped flesh from my neck and chest and back and arms and legs. My body, in complete shock, went cold. One of the dogs got ahold of my head from the back and with a jerk, ripped it from my neck with a snap of skin and ligaments.

For just a moment, I could see my body laying in the bloody dirt. It looked small and pale as it was fought over by the large dogs.

Then finally, everything went black.


That was lovely! I assume that you are female, and it's great seeing writing done from that perspective. I'm becoming a big fan of your work TBH.


>>17644 Thanks. This is my favorite kind of stuff to write but i don’t think there’s a lot of demand for it. Lol I’m glad someone enjoys it though!


nice story thank you


I love this shit. I hope you keep posting.


There's demand, keep posting :)

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