It Feels Like the First Time (Gory)

Warning: Graphic Violence Below

I'm weird. Okay?

Not just weird, but I'm sick. Very sick.

Don't you judge me, neither. I know you're judging me right now. I can feel your eyes peering into mine and I don't like it.

That's how it first happened, ya know? She judged me and I...I did ‘er. Damn right I did ‘er...

That bitch ain't never been did like that before, I guarantee it. She ain't never gonna' be did like it again, I promise you. If I were you, I wouldn't judge me, because you don't know what it's like. You can't know what it's like to have these… needs… these urges…

My needs take hold of me just like anyone else’s would, ya’ dig? They build inside me like tension builds on a fault line and all it takes is one thing. One thought. One look. Then BLAM! I lose it.

That's what happened to ‘er, ya' know.. I was getting somethin' to eat and she kept eyeballin' me over the counter. Dumb bitch shoulda just gave me the damn food and said good day, but no. Fuck no. She asked for it. She fuckin’ begged for it.

She just kept staring at me. Mean-muggin', ya' feel? Boy she had some pretty eyes, though. You ain't never seen no eyes like that before. Those eyes could melt ice. Seared right into my soul, they did.

I think she knew. Maybe she could smell it on me, I don't fuckin' know, but she knew something wasn't right. Maybe she was a mom and had…the gift. The gift of insight… the ability to sense danger. Fuck, I don't know. We didn't do too much talkin', if’n ya’ know what I mean.

I couldn't do anything right then, though…all those people in there eatin’ and jabbin’ their mouths.. so I just grabbed my food, left, and sat in my car.

I waited. Then I waited some more. I'm patient like that. When I want something, I get it. I woulda stayed there all night if I had to, 'cause I knew... I knew I couldn't stop myself. I knew there was no way anyone could stop me. That skinny bitch damn sure wasn't gonna' stop me...I'm 6'4, toppin’ 220, ya’ feel?

While I waited, I’d stroke my cock while starin’ at ‘er through the window. I kept thinking about all the things I could do to ‘er... all the things I would do to ‘er. I had to stop rubbin' on it 'cause I nearly shot my squirt all down my pants. I wasn't about to waste any of it. I saved every drop, just for her.

After three hours, she came strolling out of there like she was the happiest bitch on earth. That's when I did it. My animal instinct kicked in and I was on my prey like a lion on an antelope, but I didn't need to separate the weak, because I'm the king of this jungle, ya' dig?

Without thinkin’, I wrapped my arm ‘round ‘er neck, grabbed clutched my other arm, and I squeezed hard. She started gurgling, scratching, fightin’ me. I damn near came in my pants. It was the most erotic fuckin’ thing I ever experienced...you know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Within a few seconds, she went limp in my arms. I knew she wasn't dead, but I also knew I didn't have much time, so I wrapped ‘er wrists with the twine I carried in my Escalade and I put duct tape over that bitch’s mouth, so she would be screamin' and shit. Then I grabbed ‘er ankles, tied ‘em up, and finally hogtied ‘er.


I parked the 'Lade in a wooded spot. Hell I didn't know where the fuck I was, I just knew this was happening and I was ready.

I remember laughin' when I opened the hatch and saw the look on ‘er face. Those eyebrows, raised to ‘er hairline, mascara running all down ‘er cheeks.

"Fuckin' whore" I said to ‘er as I laughed. I'm surprised she didn't piss all inside the back of my 'Lade. That woulda pissed me off. That's my favorite ride, ya' dig?

I took my pocket knife and started cuttin' ‘er pants off, but she kept wigglin' and I accidental-like cut a thick gash in ‘er upper thigh. Blood gushed outta' that bitch like a faucet.

My animal senses picked up on it instantly. The metallic smell filled the area, makin' my cock even harder than before. Her muffled screams just added to my excitement, honestly.

I stood there, just staring at ‘er. I watched ‘er move about, tryin' real hard to get away but I think we both knew she wasn't gettin' away. Bitch had heart, though, I'll give 'er that.

I tied ‘er arms up to each side of the bumper and splayed them out. Her head and shoulders were forced off the ground, so she'd stop fuckin' wigglin'. Then I took ‘er ankles and did the same.

That shit had to hurt, but I didn't care. I didn't want that bitch scratchin' me, ya' feel?

I got down to her level and I plowed my big dick into ‘er. I hammered down on that bitch. I could hear her moanin', but I knew she didn't want to moan. I could tell she hated herself for lovin' my big dick. Hell, her pussy was wet. Real fuckin' wet. Surprised me, if I'm'a be honest with ya'... I learned later, though, that bitches like being forced to fuck. They try sayin' they don't, but they're lyin' and that's a fact.

The next thrust into her was even harder and deeper than the first, so I ripped the tape off ‘er mouth as I went in and I heard it...I felt it. That bitch was gushin'. She kept trying to act like she didn't want it, but she was moaning and I kept feelin' the rush of warmth all over my cock, so I knew she was cummin'.

I gave it to ‘er and watched the look on ‘er face change over and over again. She loved and hated me at the same time. Her face did a contortion act right in front of me. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream, or cum. I made ‘er cum, I tell ya'. I always make bitches cum. She ain't never had dick like that b'fore, ya' dig?

Bout that time, I could feel my body start shakin' real hard. It hadn't even been a minute, maybe not even 45 seconds. I let out my own cry. I blasted my seed so deep inside that bitch...front door service to ‘er phallopian tubes, ya' feel me? I know I'da got 'er pregnant if I'da let 'er go, ya' feel me? Bitches love my squirt.

She was out of it when I finished inside of 'er. Fuck, I was wore out, but I was still excited. Still wasn't satisfied. Her quiet whimpers told me she accepted what we both knew was comin'. She gave up, fuckin' bitch. She knew that was it for her. She knew she'd never see her family again.

She didn't neither.

I looked right in that bitch's eyes and I said "thanks for the quick fuck, bitch." I said it real soft-like too. She looked into my eyes. They weren't sexy no more. The soul had already left her body. She was just a heapin' mass of bitch, so I pushed my blade real slow into ‘er neck, then pulled it out even slower, ya' dig?

Her body started shakin' and the blood sprayed all over the place. It was gushing in a rhythmic dance of sexual stimulation. I couldn't stop watchin' it and my cock was already hard again, ya' feel? What a rush.... a great fuckin' rush.

I could hear that ‘er lungs had filled with blood cause when she tried breathin', it sounded like a water bong, then she'd cough and sputter and blood kept gushin' from ‘er mouth, then back into ‘er nose.

Then. She stopped moving.

She stopped judging me.

I eyeballed that bitch for awhile. Everything was quiet. So quiet. Crickets and frogs and shit. That's all that was left of our time together... a cooling body and fuckin' frogs man...can you imagine? Not one time did I feel bad. I wanted to fuck 'er and that's what I did, ya' feel? She didn't have the power...I did. I'm the king of this fuckin' jungle, ya' dig?

I knew I'd want another bitch so I'd have to get rid of all my shit, so I squirted bleach into ‘er pussy... I cleaned her out real fuckin' good. Waste of a good squirt, I say.

Then I took a bleach rag to the bumper, wiped her body down with bleach, changed clothes, and threw mine on top of 'er. I always kept a can of gas in the 'Lade, so I doused 'er with it, then I lit that whore on fire.

I stood'n watched the fire for a minute. I could hear the skin sizzlin' as it boiled away from 'er muscles. The smell of burnt flesh and hair...you know what that smells like? Fuckin' paradise, ya' feel? After that, I just left. Drove off and left 'er for someone else to play with. I gotta' say, though... nothin' ever feels like the first time, ya' dig?

I'm sick.

Real sick.

I told ya'.

Maybe now you'll believe me? Maybe now you won't judge me? Better not, 'cause your bitch might be next.