Happy Hiking
Monica looked at the map again, but it was no use since she had no idea where she was. Then she looked at her watch. Six p. m. and still not a single car on the road! She had been standing here like this for hours!
Monica was hiking in the woods. She was a pretty redhead of 17, dressed in a white tank top and shorts. He had a small backpack and awesome hiking boots. Suddenly Monica saw a man walking along the little curving path between the trees, a hunting rifle strapped around his shoulder, apparently a forester. The girl called out to him, glad that at least somebody would tell her where she was. She came up to him and explained the situation.
The man was a tall redneck with a brown beard and gray eyes. He looked at Monica luridly, and, without saying a work, suddenly took the rifle off his shoulder and pointed at the girl.
"Strip, girlie," he said. "I want you to strip."
Monica was in panic, she had no idea what to do. The redneck pointed the rifle at her head. She slowly began to strip, tears rolling down from her eyes. She took off her tank top and her bra and her shorts, but then she stopped, when only her panties and hiking boots left on her. The man shouted at her, so she reluctantly took off her panties and looked at the redneck, fear and humiliation and anger in her look. The man came closer, forced Monica on her knees and, holding the rifle to her head, ordered to suck him. Monica burst into tears, everything seemed like a wicked dream to her. Staring at the barrel of the rifle, she unzipped the redneck's pants, pulled them down and took the cock in her mouth. The man enjoyed the blow-job, but Monica was crying, tears flowing down her face. After a while, he pulled her head back by the hair, jerked off a little and came on her face. This was terribly humiliating for Monica.
The redneck began pulling his pants back on, and Monica saw an opportunity. She got up and ran away. But the man quickly took his gun, aimed and fired. The poor naked girl fell on the ground, the bullet stuck somewhere in her chest. She didn't die immediately, but she couldn't walk. Wriggling, she tried to crawl, moaning in pain. She looked desperate. The redneck slowly approached her. Standing over her body, he put his foot under her shoulder and flopped her over. Monica looked into his eyes. She was silently pleading for her life. Her face was distorted with pain. But the cruel redneck showed her no mercy, he just put the rifle to her forehead and pulled the trigger. A dreadful large wound appeared in the girl's head, her body braced and then relaxed limply. She died.
The maniac redneck knelt beside Monica, touching her smooth skin. He played a little with her nipples, her belly, then caressed her pussy, putting a finger inside. He took Monica's limp hand and put it against his crotch - he was growing erect again. He licked her pussy, making it wet, and then pushed his dick into her warm tight pussy. Fucking her, he kissed her little nipples and played with the little ring in the girl's bellybutton. After a while, the redneck retreated and put his dick into Monica's mouth, but it turned out to be pretty difficult that way, so he simply jerked off a little and came on the dead girl's face.
Rising to his feet, he pulled up his pants and, casting one more glance on the dead girl lying on the ground, he left.
Copyright by Necrodude(2002).