SFFanatic
11-26-2006, 03:13 PM
Daisy was a goth girl that usually hung out behind the cafeteria after school. She had never shown interest in me and I never cared for her either. She was in two of my classes. Biology and Illinois history, I had D's in both. She wasn't withdrawn, but she wasn't loud either. I'd say she is attractive, but a little quirky, I personally was into the dumb blonde. I talked to her before, once. After months of noticing her behind the cafeteria I walked up to her and asked her "Why?". She told me that she used to wait for her boyfriend there, but now she was just covering. For the time she and her boy went off to have sex she had told her mother she was in a youth program, and now she was stuck protecting the lie since he had dumped her. What turned from a question into a conversation, and a conversation into sex is still something that amazes me, even considering what happened next. After she pulled me into the bathroom she began feeling my back and sides. It was strange, but arrousing. Moments passed, and I was antsy. I knew I wouldn't tell my friends about her, but sex is sex. Right? She looked up at me with her clear green eyes and mouthed "I'm ready".
I looked down and nervously found the buttons on her pants, but she stopped me. She looked back again with those eyes, a little bit of distress was on her face I could tell. Then Daisy looked around and her smile returned. "Have you ever flesh-fucked?" she asked.
I hope you can understand my confusion. I ajusted myself and just shrugged. She reached into her back pocket and held out a knife, I backed up a step and held out my hands in a defensive position, making it obvious I thought she was joking. "No, look." She lifted up her shirt and turned around. "Here.", she whispered. It was a fresh wound covered with a clear band-aid. I knew some goths cut themselves but this was deep. She returned facing me with her shirt still up. "I can make a new one for you." She pointed the knife softly onto her skin, weighing it in but not penetrating. I looked at the knife for a second, and returned her glaze. My erection was never harder.
I remember in the middle of it looking down at my penis entering her stomach, with the blood all around it and the knife off to the side, I remember thinking then that I was doing something horrible. I could feel myself poking into her organs. Blood made great lube. She grabbed onto my shirt and moaned as if she was having an orgasm, making handprints all over. Convict me and sentance me. I gave a strong thrust and shoved her against the bathroom wall, and she buckled her hands for the impact. More handprints. Execute me. I went faster and faster, and now saw spurts of blood shooting out every now and then. I was nearing a climax. I looked down and saw she had wet her panties, probably from the pain. The fact that she was willing disguisted me more. In that moment I was primal. I was all about me. As I was nearing ejaculation I placed my palm on the knife and bring it forward into her breast, and then withdrew. She screamed very loudly, enough that anyone in the building should've heard. She was now making an effort to get me off of her, and all I could think was "Stupid bitch, she's getting what she wants." I pumped my p_enis into the bloody breast, upon entering a small eruption of blood spouted out and went all over my face. I came. I saw the sperm leaking out of the wound along with an ammount of blood. Forever damn my soul.
I actually moaned in ecstacy, as this young girl sat there just bleeding. Just dying. As my head was back and my eyes were closed she had grabbed the knife. She slipped it sideways across my stomach and I fell backwards off of her, emitting my own loud scream. I arched my back in pain and gasped for air. The last thing I remember seeing is her pushing herself against the cold bathroom wall struggling to get up.
I was awoken with a slap to the face. I found myself tied headboard to dresser onto a bed in a well-lit room. I saw Daisy sitting in a chair looking at the straps that held me. I looked over and found the person who had woken me. It was a goth kid, bigger than me and he looked very very anrgy. He must be Daisy's boyfriend. I couldn't tell how long I was out, but I did feel something on my stomach. It was one of those clear band-aids.
“Good." the boyfriend muttered. He walked around to the front of the bed and I heard Daisy giggled. He climbed onto the bed, and I craned my neck trying to see what he was doing. He was removing the band-aid, and it pained me so much. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt. Just then I realized what was going to happen. He shoved an open hand into my stomach and grabbed the skin. He ripped it back quickly as I shook and screamed trying to stop this. Daisy got up and walked over to the bed, forcing her hands over my mouth. He de-panced and shoved himself inside. God no. I screamed through Daisy's hands and pulled violently on the straps to no avail.
Every thrust felt like I was being stabbed. Deep down I knew I deserved it. Daisy shoved a fist into my mouth. She was trying to choke me and I already felt weak. With my remaining strenghth I bit down on her fist and felt her warm blood enter my mouth. She screamed and her boyfriend began jabbing and my head trying to free her. I used every ounce of will left in me to fight and it was paying off. I felt bones crack under my jaw and the noise grew louder from within the room. She ripped herself free at the cost of her hand, falling backwards hitting her head on the edge of the dresser. Her boyfriend rushed to her and I freed my mouth of the flesh wad and began coughing up her blood, still running down my throat. Almost on que two cops bursted through the door. "Cop"-out ending. I half-hoped I would just die from blood loss, to spare myself the embarrassment of the press. They would be on this like flies. I was later told they were following up disturbance call, I assumed from all the screaming. I lied throughout the trial, and my lawyers made me a victim. Daisy and her boyfriend both got life sentances. I'm going to hell for this. I'm the kind of person that isn't good for society. Leave all of my things to charity and tell the cops I did it. You'll find my body in the woods behind K-Mart. Bye.
I looked down and nervously found the buttons on her pants, but she stopped me. She looked back again with those eyes, a little bit of distress was on her face I could tell. Then Daisy looked around and her smile returned. "Have you ever flesh-fucked?" she asked.
I hope you can understand my confusion. I ajusted myself and just shrugged. She reached into her back pocket and held out a knife, I backed up a step and held out my hands in a defensive position, making it obvious I thought she was joking. "No, look." She lifted up her shirt and turned around. "Here.", she whispered. It was a fresh wound covered with a clear band-aid. I knew some goths cut themselves but this was deep. She returned facing me with her shirt still up. "I can make a new one for you." She pointed the knife softly onto her skin, weighing it in but not penetrating. I looked at the knife for a second, and returned her glaze. My erection was never harder.
I remember in the middle of it looking down at my penis entering her stomach, with the blood all around it and the knife off to the side, I remember thinking then that I was doing something horrible. I could feel myself poking into her organs. Blood made great lube. She grabbed onto my shirt and moaned as if she was having an orgasm, making handprints all over. Convict me and sentance me. I gave a strong thrust and shoved her against the bathroom wall, and she buckled her hands for the impact. More handprints. Execute me. I went faster and faster, and now saw spurts of blood shooting out every now and then. I was nearing a climax. I looked down and saw she had wet her panties, probably from the pain. The fact that she was willing disguisted me more. In that moment I was primal. I was all about me. As I was nearing ejaculation I placed my palm on the knife and bring it forward into her breast, and then withdrew. She screamed very loudly, enough that anyone in the building should've heard. She was now making an effort to get me off of her, and all I could think was "Stupid bitch, she's getting what she wants." I pumped my p_enis into the bloody breast, upon entering a small eruption of blood spouted out and went all over my face. I came. I saw the sperm leaking out of the wound along with an ammount of blood. Forever damn my soul.
I actually moaned in ecstacy, as this young girl sat there just bleeding. Just dying. As my head was back and my eyes were closed she had grabbed the knife. She slipped it sideways across my stomach and I fell backwards off of her, emitting my own loud scream. I arched my back in pain and gasped for air. The last thing I remember seeing is her pushing herself against the cold bathroom wall struggling to get up.
I was awoken with a slap to the face. I found myself tied headboard to dresser onto a bed in a well-lit room. I saw Daisy sitting in a chair looking at the straps that held me. I looked over and found the person who had woken me. It was a goth kid, bigger than me and he looked very very anrgy. He must be Daisy's boyfriend. I couldn't tell how long I was out, but I did feel something on my stomach. It was one of those clear band-aids.
“Good." the boyfriend muttered. He walked around to the front of the bed and I heard Daisy giggled. He climbed onto the bed, and I craned my neck trying to see what he was doing. He was removing the band-aid, and it pained me so much. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt. Just then I realized what was going to happen. He shoved an open hand into my stomach and grabbed the skin. He ripped it back quickly as I shook and screamed trying to stop this. Daisy got up and walked over to the bed, forcing her hands over my mouth. He de-panced and shoved himself inside. God no. I screamed through Daisy's hands and pulled violently on the straps to no avail.
Every thrust felt like I was being stabbed. Deep down I knew I deserved it. Daisy shoved a fist into my mouth. She was trying to choke me and I already felt weak. With my remaining strenghth I bit down on her fist and felt her warm blood enter my mouth. She screamed and her boyfriend began jabbing and my head trying to free her. I used every ounce of will left in me to fight and it was paying off. I felt bones crack under my jaw and the noise grew louder from within the room. She ripped herself free at the cost of her hand, falling backwards hitting her head on the edge of the dresser. Her boyfriend rushed to her and I freed my mouth of the flesh wad and began coughing up her blood, still running down my throat. Almost on que two cops bursted through the door. "Cop"-out ending. I half-hoped I would just die from blood loss, to spare myself the embarrassment of the press. They would be on this like flies. I was later told they were following up disturbance call, I assumed from all the screaming. I lied throughout the trial, and my lawyers made me a victim. Daisy and her boyfriend both got life sentances. I'm going to hell for this. I'm the kind of person that isn't good for society. Leave all of my things to charity and tell the cops I did it. You'll find my body in the woods behind K-Mart. Bye.