Girl on Girl Crime

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don’t read it if this isn’t your cup of tea.



Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.



If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy…


Girl on Girl Crime



“I can see why Danny likes you,” said Susan with a smirk, caressing the suntanned thigh of the girl tied to her bed. “You’re a nice little piece of ass.”

Katie looked away. At the beginning of the ordeal she had met her kidnapper’s gaze with indignation and defiance, furious that this psycho would threaten her. But there was something in the German girl’s eyes that frightened her. It was a combination of hatred and lust.

“Did you really think you could steal my man away without suffering the consequences?” she asked. Katie couldn’t have answered her if she wanted to: she was ball-gagged. Her wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the bedposts, her limbs spread-eagled, her body vulnerable. Susan had tightened the cuffs as far as they would go so that they dug into her skin. It was nothing compared to what she had in store for her.

“The thing about you is,” said Susan, still caressing her thigh, “you’re the type of slut that’s good for a fuck, but utterly disposable. I don’t blame Danny for fucking you, not anymore. I just wish he had realized that once he was done with you, he should have thrown you away like the trash you are.” She took a drag off her cigarette. She looked down at Katie’s bare feet, noticing the girl’s ankle bracelet. “This is cute,” she said earnestly, touching it. “Did he get it for you?”

She had been with Danny for three months and sixteen days. At first he was just a good fuck, a summer fling and nothing more. But at some point, she didn’t know when it happened, she had fallen for him. It probably wouldn’t have led to anything ultimately, not marriage certainly, but still she had been crushed when she learned about the American whore. She was beautiful, of course, and that made it worse. Susan had always been a little bi, and the combination of jealousy and lust she felt for her rival tormented her like nothing she’d ever experienced. She became obsessed with the couple, following them and sending them threats. Eventually she had had to return to Germany, and they no doubt thought they had gotten away with their infidelity. But they were wrong. She had dropped out of school, just for now until she got things sorted out, and returned to America.