Cherry
"Look, man, they've been stealing your cherry again! And broken the branches. I'd shoot them up if I were you."
Simon shook his head and started off. He drove away past Michael's orchard, while its owner seemed to be lost in thought. The damned jail-breakers from the nearby prison for juvenile delinquents! The steal everything: apples, cherry, even his hens! Well, shooting is a good idea, nobody's going to look for these whores, but the local militia will hear the report. Anyway, shooting isn't a sine qua non... It's about time to defend the orchard.
Michael heard a noise near the fence. A silhouette - the moon wasn't bright that night - was crawling from the fence to the trees through the bushes of blackcurrant. Michael jumped to his feet and kicked the thief in the back. The latter didn't expect anything of the kind and fell on the ground with a squeak. Michael's left hand felt a small firm tit. Uh-huh, he wasn't mistaken. With his right hand, Michael stopped her mouth and she immediately bit his finger. This didn't make him happier.
"You BITCH!" he shouted, pressing her neck to the ground with all his might. The girl tried to escape, tried to kick him, but Michael quickly tied her hands with a thick wire and put the girl on her feet. In the moonlight he saw his prey. A skinny short girl stared at him with fear and anger in her look. Michael turned her face towards the moonlight and she spitted on his face.
"Don't you spit on me, bitch," Michael hissed. "I'll show you how to do it." He dragged the girl to the old apple tree the girl fell on the ground again, and Michael shook the branch and a noose which he had prepared hanged over. Michael lifted the skinny girl and put her on the step of the ladder. It was only then that she noticed the noose. She eyes opened wide, and she took a deep breath to scream. Michael watched her attentively and just before the scream hit her on the belly. The girl bended with a quiet sound, not a scream, and Michael quickly threw the noose over her head and fastened in around her dirty neck. The girl's skirt was torn and dirty, and the top had very few buttons. Michael looked at her bare feet, at her skinny legs, at her thighs and the pussy - for she had no panties. He grew horny. Kicking the girl again so that she sat on the step of the ladder, Michael undid his pants.
The girl was afraid to scream again for Michael could hit her again. She watched him in fear. The moon was shining. Michael took the wooden box from under the apple tree, stood on it and grasped the girl's legs, forcing them wide apart. He enjoyed what he saw. Michael wondered how this silly bitch excited him so. Slowly, he plunged his dick in her pussy. The girl moaned, and Michael also moaned: she was tight and hot. The ladder was insecure, and when Michael made a few strong pushes, it began sliding, so Michael fell on the ground.
He heard strange harsh sounds, and saw her dangling. Her small bare feet were moving chaotically right before his eyes. The skinny body wiggled so wildly, that her small tits sometimes seemed to disappear. Michael quickly put the ladder back, and the girl's feet finally found a holder. She breathed heavily, and the noose on her neck widened. Michael grasped her again, this time from behind, and began fucking her hard. She was much wetter! After a minute or two he came into her hot tight pussy, and the jumped on the ground from the box.
Still feeling the heat of her pussy and breathing heavily, Michael pushed the ladder. The girl's eyes, still horny after the intercourse, again filled with terror. The moonlight reflected her wet body, which was dancing in the noose. Her mouth was opened wide and tears rolled down her face, as she rocked to and fro, and the branch squeaked.
Michael shivered. He couldn't but watched the girl dying before him. Her dark face was unseen in the dark, only the tears and saliva sparkled. In the moonlight, her body shone like quicksilver. She wasn't rocking anymore, only turned left and right. Suddenly a sparkling stream ran down her skinny legs, wetting the grass and the apples. Her toes were now calm.
Michael hid her body in a barrel full of paint. But he decided to keep the rope. Another girl might come...
Original Author: Carnivore Rodent (2000).