by SalubriusIt is unlikely I would notice him/her and even if I didn't I wouldn't bother to offer them a lift.
It's a story. Not reality. In a story you can do anything you want and make the story go any which way you want. That's the beauty of imagination... it's only limited by whatever you haven't thought of yet.
The story continues...
Eventually hyper drifts off to sleep and I leave her laying there on the floor. I clean up the vomit, then leave hyper locked in the building for several hours while I prepare a few things for the night's events. On one of my trips out, I return with a large, male dog - a Great Dane.
Hyper wakes up to find the dog humping her naked body. She tries to move away from the dog quickly, but with my gun pointed at her, I order her to stay and get up onto her hands and knees. I cut the rope from her ankles and kick her legs apart. Then I encourage the dog to fuck her.
The great dane climbs behind her and begins humping her, thrusting his penis inside her as though she were a bitch in heat. This amuses me greatly. After several minutes, I kick the dog off her. He yelps and begins cowering in the corner. I order hyper to stand up with her back to the pole. The submissive little slut does as she's told and I tie her upright to the pole, with her arms at her sides.
She has small, firm breasts. I begin caressing and squeezing her nipples, then twisting them to make her yell out in pain. This causes her to cry. I stand back and punch her in the face repeatedly. Her face is bruised and bloody. I lick her bruises and wounds, tasting her blood in my mouth. She has a bitter sweet taste that excites me.
Leaning against her, I run my hands down her body to the hole between her legs. I caress her clit between my fingers, playing with it and rubbing it. I pick up my gun and force her mouth open, then shove the barrel inside forcing her to suck on it. I ram into her mouth then pull it out and shove it back in again, face fucking her with it. My other hand is shoved inside her wet pussy, fisting her hard and fast. She groans and moans as I continue to use like a sex toy.
I finish face fucking her and with the barrel of the gun still wet, I shove it inside her pussy and rape her with it. I place my hand over her nose and mouth and continue to rape her as she struggles for air. I then take my hand away from her face and pull the gun from her moist cunt. After some time passes, I put it aside and grab my knife.
"You're mine, whore. I own your soul" I say to her as I put the blade to her throat.
I step back from her body and with brutal force I shove the knife into her neck and slide it down her chest to her stomach, gutting her as I go. I call the dog over and allow him to eat the mess on the floor.
Now she looks better than she ever did before.
Thank you for finishing the story. As always I appreciate your creativity. I must ask, is creative writing a hobby of yours? 
I have a two additional questions concerning this particular story.
- Why did your hero feel the need to clean up the vomit?
- What was happening during the several hours where the hero left the villain alone?
by VicariousThank you for finishing the story. As always I appreciate your creativity. I must ask, is creative writing a hobby of yours?
No. I don't write often enough for it to be considered a hobby and as you can see, my stories require a lot of editing.
I have a two additional questions concerning this particular story.
- Why did your hero feel the need to clean up the vomit?
- What was happening during the several hours where the hero left the villain alone?
There's no 'hero' in the story (or 'villain' for that matter. I am simply myself in it). I only cleaned up the vomit because it's not very appealing to the story leaving vomit laying on the floor.
During the several hours while the victim was left alone sleeping doesn't matter. What I did in that time is not relevant to the story. Well, not that much anyway.
No. I don't write often enough for it to be considered a hobby and as you can see, my stories require a lot of editing.
I would like to see you write more often. You have a talent. If you had a blog I would read it.
What I did in that time is not relevant to the story. Well, not that much anyway.
But, you did do something. Did you go shopping at the mall? did the car need more gas? where did you get the dog from? did you go to the dog shelter? what is the dogs name? how old is the dog?
