Posted by Murph on October 19, 2004 at 12:31:50:
It was Sunday night. Samantha was finishing her shift at JP’s where she worked as a part time waitress. Samantha was seventeen years old. Beautiful, long blonde hair and blue eyes, she had a lot going for her. A senior at Central High, Samantha was the top cheerleader and her boyfriend Josh, was the star quarterback. Samantha had the kind of body that made all the other girls envious and all the guys wanting to fuck her. On this night the owner wanted to leave early and asked Samantha to lock up. The restaurant was always closed on Mondays and he wanted to make the most of the break. As usual the last few customers were taking their time finishing up. Samantha started shutting off some of the lights before they finally got the hint that it was time to leave.
She was running late and Josh had already arrived to pick her up. Joshes parents were away and she would be spending the night with him. Samantha had told her mother that she was staying with a girlfriend so they could finish up a class project. Samantha’s parents had divorced when she was fourteen. Her father was a fire branding Baptist Minister who cited scripture in every sentence and did not tolerate any dissent. Her strict up bringing no doubt contributed to her rebellion of the past few years. Everything she did from being a cheerleader to the way she dressed went against the very grain of her father.
“Josh, why don’t you drive out to the back lot and wait for me there. I have to get changed and I have a little surprise for you” Samantha, said with a wicked smile. Josh drove around to the back lot. The back lot was surrounded by a high fence and had one gate to the side of the building. The lot was used for overflow parking but never on Sundays. Josh noticed a light go on in a back room and saw Samantha walk towards the window. Samantha lowered the window shade leaving a 4” gap at the bottom. “That little tease, she is going to give me a show”. Josh went to the window and peered in the opening. He watched as Samantha faced the window and slowly unbuttoned her waitress uniform, revealing her sheer pink bra and panties. Samantha smiled knowing that Josh was watching her. Samantha removed her bra squeezing her tits together. She had large firm tits with long nipples. Samantha slipped off her panties and let them fall to the floor. Turning her back from the window she bent down to pick up her bag. She held the pose for several seconds making sure that Josh had a good eye full. Josh admired her perfect ass, the small tuft of blonde pubic hair and her little puckered pussy lips. He felt as if his cock was going to burst through his pants. Samantha took a red bra and panties from her bag and put them on. The bra and panties were made of a Spandex/nylon material and were very shiny and silky. Samantha put on a jean jacket that would revel her bra and a black leather micro mini skirt that was so short that the slightest bend would revel her panties. Samantha slowly bent to pick up her things. She began to get excited knowing that the view of her red panties from under her mini skirt was driving Josh wild. Samantha started to get so excited that she could feel the moisture from her pussy wet the crotch of her panties. By now Josh had unzipped his pants and was gently stroking his throbbing cock. He couldn’t believe what the little tease was doing. Josh continued to stroke his cock being careful not to come. “Man, I can’t wait to fuck her” he thought. Just then he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly turned around, his cock still in his hand. “What the fuck!”
A figure stood over him with something glistening in its hands. Josh realized that it was a sword only a split second before the figure swung it. Josh had no time to react. The first slice cut across his throat severing his vocal cords. Josh screamed but only gurgling sounds came out. The second slice cut across his balls and severed his still erect cock. The figure then drove the sword deep into Joshes stomach. Josh was pulled forward on to the sword, forcing the blade out through his back. The figure slipped back into the darkness leaving the crumpled body in a pool of expanding blood.
Samantha was unaware of what had just happened. She thought that Josh was still peeping in the window. She turned playfully towards the window and lifted the hem of her little skirt. She slowly rubbed the crotch of her damp panties with her fingers. As she played with herself she sucked on her thumb and moved her head from side to side, trying to act like a little girl that was doing something bad. “Hay Josh, your balls turning blue yet? You better not be jerking off. I’m coming right out”. Samantha grabbed the rest of her things and turned off building lights before headed into the back lot. Several lampposts and a full moon kept the lot well lit. Samantha walked towards Joshes car; he had parked it under one of the light posts. Samantha was surprised to find the car empty “Josh, where are you? Still jerking off?” She glanced around the lot and notices something on the ground outside the back window. “Josh, this is not fucking funny. Don’t scare me”. Samantha nervously made her way to the window. “Josh, is that you? You OK” she stepped on something squishy and kicked it into the light. “What is that? Is this some kind of sick joke? It looks like.. Oh, my God” It was Joshes severed cock. Samantha looked at the crumpled figure, her heart squeezed tight. She realized that it was Josh. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound came out. She froze momentarily as if in an icy grip. She started to shake and without control she started to piss herself. The piss squirting into her panties actually jolted her. She stopped herself from urinating and left out a piercing scream. She screamed as she ran towards the car. The restaurant was remote enough that no one would hear her screams. As she approached the car the figure rushed out from the shadows. Samantha entered the car and quickly locked the doors. She could hardly catch her breath, her heart was pounding and she was shaking violently. Frantically, she searched for the key but it was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, the passenger side window exploded. She knew that she had to get out and bolted out the driver’s side door. Confused, she ran in the wrong direction, the 6ft wooden fence blocked her path. Samantha leaped onto the fence and started to climb it. She looked quite the site as she pulled herself up on the fence with her shiny red panties glistening from underneath her leather mini. With both hands she grabbed the top of one of the laths. She then managed to get one foot up on the top of the fence. One last push and she would be over the top. She pulled hard on the lath to propel her over the top. The lath broke under the pressure throwing Samantha hard to the ground. She lay on her back with the wind knocked out of her. A hand grabbed her long hair and pulled her back. Samantha starting kicking and screaming, “Please no, oh god don’t do this. Why! Why!” The figure grabbed her bra and yanked it off. The bra was then wrapped around her neck and used to drag her. Still on her back she was dragged under another light post. As she was dragged her shoes came off. Coughing and choking she tried desperately to scream. The bra was released and tossed aside. She lay there stunned and trying to catch her breath when a thin rope in the form of a noose was placed over her head. The noose tightened around her neck as she was hoisted up onto her toes. “No! No! Don’t kill me. I didn’t do anything. Oh God, please don’t do this”. With her toes on the ground, Samantha grabbed the rope to stop it from cutting into her neck. The figure stood in front of her holding the rope tight with one hand. She looked at the eyes peering out from a hood but her vision was too blurred to make to make out the face. “Please, please stop your choking me. I’ll do any thing you want? Just release me and I, I, I’ll suck your cock”, she pleaded and begged. The figures free hand lifted the hem of her little skirt and slid inside the front of her wet panties. A sharp nail cut one of her pussy lips as a finger was pushed deep into her cunt. “JEZEBEL! HOAR! YOU HOAR OF BABYLON, YOU ARE NOT PURE. YOU HAVE SINNED BEFORE GOD.” Disbelief, Samantha recognized the voice. “Father! Please daddy no, you can’t do this, I’m your daughter.” He removed his finger from her cunt and panties. He pulled the rope with both hands and hoisted her up, “You are no daughter of mine. You must die and spend the rest of eternity in internal damnation”. She tried to grab the rope as it cut into her neck; she franticly kicked her legs back and forth desperately trying to feel the ground. She could see him tie off the end of the rope. She could not believe this was happening. As she jerked and twitched her arms started to drop slowly to her side. Suddenly, Samantha’s eyes opened wide as more adrenal shot through her body. She was not going to give up yet. She reached above her head and grabbed the rope. Tears flowing down her cheeks Samantha used all her strength to slowly pulled herself up. The rope loosened enough from her neck allowing her to fill her lungs with air. She held the rope tight with one hand and reached higher with the other hand. It took amazing strength but she managed to pull herself up. The rope loosened even more. But Samantha was not going to be allowed to escape. Her father grabbed Samantha by the feet and pulled her down hard. He yanked Samantha down with such force that the rope cut into her neck and snapped it. Samantha’s body gave a violent shutter as life left it. The creaking of the rope was accompanied by the sound of piss squirting in her panties.
He stood underneath her slowly swinging body and watched as the crotch of her red panties started to bulge. As her piss started to seep out the sides of her panties and flow down her thighs he slipped back into the darkness.
Samantha’s humiliation was not over yet. The next morning two schoolboys would find her body. The boys were passing by the back lot when one of them bounced his ball over the fence. “Finders, keepers”, said the other boy as they both scurried up and over the fence. As they both ran for the ball they were stopped in their tracks. In front of them was the body of a girl hanging by the neck. She was dressed in a jean jacket that was opened and partially exposing her breasts. She was also wearing a black leather micro mini skirt. They could see her shiny red panties peeking out from underneath the tiny skirt. “Holy Shit! Let’s get the fuck outa here”. Both boys turned and hurried over the fence. On the other side they ran into three of their buddies. “We, we, just found a half naked dead chick. She’s hanging from a lamppost. We have to get help”. “No! Wait a minute. Show us where she is”, demanded the other boys. They argued for a few minutes about getting help, but decided that if she was already dead, it could wait. After all they all wanted a to get a good look at her. Soon Samantha had five 12 and 13 year old boys looking over her dead body. They giggled nervously as they stood around her corpse. “Wow, look at the way she’s dressed, you can see her tits” “She must be a hooker”. “Yah, she’s sure dressed like a hooker in those tiny skirt and panties”. “I’ve never seen anyone dead before. Her face is kinda blue. She looks like road kill”. “Hey, Isn’t that, that cheerleading chick from Central High. You know, the real sluty one, she was one stuck up cunt”? They looked at her closely, “Yup, that’s her alright. Somebody really fucked her up good”. They all had fantasies about this particular cheerleader and here she was strung up in front of them. They studied every detail, how the rope was buried into her neck, the blood on her neck and jacket, her breasts, the surprised look on her face, the way her eyes bulged and tongue stuck out. Of course what intrigued them even more was how she was dressed, in the black leather mini skirt and the shiny red panties. They noticed that she had some blood on the panties and on her thighs. Samantha was strung up high enough that her panties were at their eye level. Her thighs were separated slightly giving them a clear view of her crotch. “She smells like she pissed herself”, said one of the boys as he pushed her body to make it swing. “Don’t do that”, said one boy who was feeling quite scared. “She doesn’t feel anything” was the response as he gave her another push. “No, don’t touch her, we will get into trouble”. “Bullshit, there’s no one else around and she sure as hell is not about to tell anyone”. Excited and nervous their hormones started firing on all cylinders. Watching her swing was starting to arouse them. They realized that they had a life size doll that they could explore. One of them took a stick and pushed aside her jacket to get a better view of her breasts. Her jacket slipped over her shoulders and fell to the ground. “Oops, that looks better” he said as he poked her tits with the stick, “Look at the cunts nipples, they have to be an inch long”. Another boy picked up her red bra from the ground, “She got big tits, I think my sister would get lost in these things”.
Another boy picked up the hem of her leather mini skirt to get a better look at her pantied covered ass. “Let’s take her skirt off. We can dress her back up later. No one will know”. He undid the snap on her skirt and pulled down the zipper. Her skirt slipped over her hips and fell onto the ground. The kid with the stick poked at her panties. “I’ve never seen panties like these, they almost look like there plastic”, he said as he ran the point of the stick down the crack of her ass and poked her pussy trough the panties. “Feels like she has a tight cunt” he said as he poked her. He dared one of the other boys to pull down her panties. “I’m not touching her, you do it”. They all looked at each other for a few moments, they had never seen a real girls cunt before and even if she was dead, they were all curious for a look.
One of them nervously touched the crotch of her panties with his finger. “Yuck, their fucking wet. The fucking cunt did piss herself ”, he laughed. He started to pull the crotch aside to expose her pussy. “Just take the fucking things off”, said one of the boys as pushed him aside. He then grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees. An odder of pussy juice and piss filled their nostrils. They all gawked at the small tuft of silky blond hair that covered her pubic mound and the slit of her pussy. One of the boys tried to spread her thighs further apart for an even closer look at her pussy. “She’s fucking stiff as a board. Quick someone grab her other leg and pull”. They were now in a frenzy of excitement. They managed to separate her thighs by several inches allowing them a bird’s eye view of her cunt. One by one they closely examined and smelled her cunt. One of her small pussy lips protruded and had a small cut on it while the other one was tucked slightly into her cunt. Finally, one of them put his finger between her lips and pushed it into her cunt. “Boy, is she fucking tight”. By now they all wanted to touch her pussy. They started pushing and shoving each other, all wanting a piece of the action. They acted like a pack of dogs over a piece of meat. While one of them fingered her cunt someone else would be groping her ass. Others reached up and fondling her breasts and nipples. As they clawed and poked at her body one of them grabbed her panties and pulled them off the rest of the way. He put the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply and then held them up like a prize.
With all the excitement over the girl they didn’t even notice the crumpled corps next to the building. They would all get into some trouble for destroying evidence and interfering with a crime scene. The police knew that the boys had misused Samantha’s corpse but given their age there was little they could do. Besides, they had a double murder to solve. They never would discover who was responsible for the brutal murders of Samantha and Josh.
Over the years the boys would tell again and again their story of Samantha. How they found this half naked cheerleader strung up by a rope. How the rope had cut into her neck, the surprised look on her face, her bulging eyes and tongue sticking out. They would tell how her big tits stuck out from her opened jean jacket. They would tell how she was dressed in a tiny leather mini skirt that barley covered her panties. They would tell how her panties were red and shiny and that she had pissed in them.
Samantha was now a part of their lives. For every time they closed their eyes to jerk off, they would think of her.