Posted by Murph on December 17, 2004 at 07:24:05:
TEASE
Brittany was bored, the end of the summer had not gone as planned. She had returned from college in late May. After working most of the summer she was supposed to go to the beach with her friends. However, a nice relaxing vacation before returning to school was not to be. Her parents had found pot in her room and grounded her for two weeks. “I’m nineteen for Christ’s sake, you can’t do this,” she protested. They did and even took away her car keys. Living as they were so far outside of town, meant that she was not going anywhere. So here she was in the second week of house detention. 9:00AM still in bed with her parents busy at work.
Brittany lay on top of the sheets, wearing only pink satin panties. The warmth of the morning sunshine caressed her skin. She let her hands explore her firm young body. She stroked her pert breasts and gently squeezed them. As she tweaked her nipples between her fingers, she felt them getting hard. Her tongue licked her lips. Her hand slid over her flat tummy and paused at the diamond stud in her belly button. She rubbed her panties and felt the dampness of her juices. Fingers discovered her sex through the soft fabric. A sweet aroma filled the air as she slid her panties off. She caressed her mound and the tuft of silken blond hair. Her index finger touched her clit hidden between two swelling lips. She moaned softly and thought back to Heather. Brittany was not a lesbian but she did have one female encounter at college. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted her own juices and then returned to probe her pussy. She imagined that it was Heather’s hand now exploring her cunt. Her fingers spread her lips and stroked her stiffing clit. Brittany’s back arched as she rubbed herself intensely, her bottom lip clinched between her teeth. She felt the quivering in her pussy turn into a wave of spasms emanating throughout her body. As she slumped back on the bed she couldn’t help but smile.
Brittany took a shower, thinking again of how board she was. As she lathered between her legs and mound she had the idea to shave her pussy. She first cut back the soft pubic hair with a scissors and carefully shaved the rest. She admiring her beauty as dried herself in front of the full-length mirror. With blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair and a perfect body. She liked how the cleft of her mound was now more visible without the pubic hair to hide it.
What to do with the rest of the day? Then it came to her, the retarded kid Tommy. Tommy lived on the farm adjacent to their property. All the time growing up she used to tease and torment him. Tommy was a few years older than she was. He had a simple mind and couldn’t talk. Brittany knew that he was alone on weekdays. His mother worked at the town library. The farm was no longer a working farm since Tommy’s father died. They kept a half dozen pigs. It was more to keep Tommy occupied than anything else. Brittany remembered how she loved flaunting herself in front of him, watching his pathetic reactions. She had let him alone for the last three years, busy at school and all that but wouldn’t it be fun to do it again, she thought. First I have to find something sexy to wear.
Brittany went through her closet looking for an outfit. She came across her red leather micro mini skirt that she had hidden. The tiny skirt only 12 inches in length would be enough to get her grounded for a month. She had the hardest time figuring out what to wear with it. She finally decided on a red sports bra that molded to her breasts and a pair of white silk panties that fit snuggly over her pussy. She looked herself over in the mirror. She loved the way the bra gave prominence to her nipples. She loved how slightest bend showed a peek of white from under the red mini. This should give the poor bastard a heart attack, she thought. She put on her sneakers and headed to the farm.
Tommy was carrying two slop buckets on his way to feeding the pigs. He was startled when he saw Brittany coming across the field. He put the buckets down and ran into the barn; maybe she would just go away. Brittany followed him inside. “Hi Tommy, remember me. Brittany, the girl next door. My, you’ve grown a lot, why you must be 6’ 3”. We used to have so much fun, I mean I used to have so much fun with you.” Tommy was visibly nervous. “You think I’ve grown? How do you like my little outfit? You think the skirts too short? As usual, you have nothing to say.” Brittany walked towards a rope that was attached to a pulley. It is used to haul bails of hay up to the loft. She grabbed the rope and started swinging on it. Lifting her legs high in the air making sure her panties were in view. “Whee, that was fun. What’s up in the loft?” She started climbing the ladder. “You naughty boy, you’re not looking up my skirt are you.” Tommy’s body stiffened, his fists clenched. Brittany was at the top of the ladder bending into the loft. It excited her knowing that he had a clear view up her skirt. She made her way back down and stood in front of him. “This bra is killing me. The dam thing is way too small for my breasts. I hope you don’t mind if I take it off for a while.” She removed her top and stroked her breasts. “You think they’ve grown a lot since you last saw them?” She noticed Tommy’s erection. “Wow, that’s the first time I’ve seen that thing grow. I didn’t think retards could get a hard on.” She could see Tommy’s demeanor take a sudden change. She suddenly felt uneasy. “I, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me.” Tommy blocked the doorway and picked up a pitchfork. “Get out of the way, ass wipe. What the fuck do you think your doing?” He walked towards her with the pitchfork pointing at her breasts. Brittany backed up against the wall dropping her bra. “Ok, this is not funny anymore. I’m sorry I called you a retard. I really need to get going.”
Brittany cupped her breasts trying to protect them. The pitchfork pushed away her hands as the sharp tips pressed into her flesh. Two prongs against each breast dangerously close to skewering them. “STOP! You’re hurting me. Oh god, what are you doing?” She had a sudden realization that she might be murdered. The prongs of the pitchfork kept pushing into her tits until the sharp tips punctured her skin. Blood trickled from the side of each nipple. Brittany screamed in pain. “Stop! Stop! Please. I said I was sorry. I’ll, I’ll suck you. You’ll like that, please, please. Just don’t hurt me anymore.” The pitchfork lowered to his side as she knelt down before him. Her hands were shaking as she clumsily fumbled with his zipper. She pulled his throbbing member out of his underpants. His cock immediately erupted, spewing a wad of cum into her face.
Brittany was yanked to her feet by the hair and pushed against the wall. A callused hand clutched her throat, quickly followed by a second hand. She felt herself being pushed up the wall and her feet coming off the ground. She kicked wildly and desperately tried to release his hands from crushing her esophagus. “Stop, stop, you’re chocking me,” she croaked. He held her tight as she dangled in his grip. She tried desperately to scream. The barn started to fade as he released his strangle hold. Brittany plopped down on her ass her knees fell to each side. She sat propped against the wall with her thighs spread wide. She was dazed and confused; maybe he was not going to kill her after all? She looked down at the blood still trickling from her punctured breasts, the blood dripping onto her exposed panties. She realized that she had wet herself and was sitting in pool of her own pee. She could feel his burning eyes staring at her crotch. The cleft of her mound and pink lips exposed through the wet fabric.
Her ankle was grabbed and she yanked forward, her head bounced hard off the ground. She was being dragged by one leg to the center of the barn. Her fingernails scraped and clawed the dirt floor, her little skirt riding up around her waist. She could see the rope above her head. “NO! What are you doing? Let me go, I won’t tell anyone. Please, you have to let me go. I’ll never tease you again. Oh, god, please don’t kill me. Please..ee. Please..ee.” She kept pushing away his hands as he tried to get the rope around her neck. Her weak struggles were meet with slaps to the side of the head. He finally got the rope around her neck and tied it with a simple knot.
The rope tugged on Brittany’s neck, her sneakers scrapped the dirt as she was hoisted up. She tried desperately to grasp the rope from cutting into her neck. Her fingernails just cracked and broke on the cord. Her world seemed to suddenly slow. She became acutely aware of what was happening to her. Every neuron started firing even as the blood to her brain was been cut off. She somehow seemed separated from her body. She could see her face contorting, eyes bulging, her tongue swelling out of her gaping mouth. She could see herself trashing about as he ripped her panties apart. She could see his fingers grope and disappear into her squirming cunt. She saw his other hand squeeze and distort her breasts before he bit off one of her nipples. At least her mind was now separated from the pain below her neck. She felt a sudden calm. The sun from the loft window was shining on her face. She noticed how the dust danced in the shaft of light. Her arms dropped slowly to her side, her body gave a final shutter and her ordeal was over. He continued to molest her corpse for some time without ever gaining another erection.
Brittany lay on her back after having been released from the rope. The prongs of the pitchfork were driven through her breasts and deep into her chest. She was carried outside suspended on the forks, her head slumped forward staring blankly at the blades. She couldn’t hear the onking of the pigs. They were excited and hungry, having not been feed. It must have been such a tease to them having their slop buckets so close by. The pitchfork was swung and Brittany’s body was tossed over the pen. Her body was soon submerged under a wave of hungry beasts. Pigs are really revolting animals, they’ll eat just about anything. Even their own.