Donny was a second-string benchwarmer on the football team; he'd (as every boy in school did!) always lusted after Melissa; but after the big-breasted cheerleader sneerlingly rebuffed his clumsy advances, he was determined to make her pay for putting him down so abruptly, in front of everybody, at the victory dance. He decided to kidnap her and teach her a lesson; he was going to have her, his way, whether she like it or not! It was after football practice one evening, that he finally managed to put his nasty little plan into action...

His van was parked around the back of the gym, with the door already partway open; he knew, from watching, that the pretty cheerleader was always the last girl out of the girl's locker room; such beauty as Melissa's required intensive maintenance! Donny was waiting for her, behind the door; he had stolen the chloroform that soaked the rag he clutched in his hand from the chemistry lab.

Melissa barely even got a squeak out, as Donny grabbed her arms, from behind, slapping the cloth over her nose and mouth; she struggled only briefly on the young football player's powerful arms, before she fell limp; Donny Ty-Rap®ped her wrists and ankles together, after heaving the limp body through the sliding door of his Chevy (windowless) van; he slammed the door shut, hopped in the driver's seat and left the school as he always did: with squealing tires, and a roaring engine.

Donny, an only child, was home alone that weekend; he pulled into the empty garage, and packed the unconscious girl into his bedroom, and flopped the luscious cutie down on his bed. He used a knife to strip her naked, cutting away her pleated skirt and blouse; his hands were shaking by the time he cut her panties in half; so much that he made an unintentional slit in one of Melissa's boobs when he sliced through the straps of her bra, and popped her huge tits free...his erection became iron-hard, as he stared at the line of blood, trickling down the quivering mounds of girl meat.

She was starting to stir; he snipped the Ty-Raps®:, and tied her up tightly, with some 3/8" poly; after tying her ankles, widespread, he tried, unsuccessfully to force his cock into her pussy; in a rage, he seized the knife and thrust it into her cunt, and yanked the blade upwards.

"I'll fix you, ya bitch!" Donny snarled, "maybe this'll loosen you up a little!" Melissa's luscious body jerked when her cunt was split open; Donny went wild as blood spurted down her thighs; he hacked her arms off below the shoulders with his old boy Scout hatchet; he'd tied he up so tight, that she didn't bleed as much from the stumps of her arms as she did from her cunt.

He held her feet out, and chopped them both off, tossing them on the floor with her bound-together, cut off arms...faint moans began to come from the captured cheerleader..."I'll have to kill her, before she wakes up, and starts making a bunch of noise," thought Donny, "Maybe I'll fuck her in the ass, while I do it, since I kind of wrecked her pussy!"

He cut her loose from the bed, and rolled her over; he spread the cute little cheeks of her butt, and drove his cock into the girl's rosy little butthole. He grabbed a handful of her long,blonde hair, and pulled her up, bouncing the naked girl up and down on his rod; he reached around, and slit open her belly, from just above her pussy,to her breastbone; her guts began to bulge from the gash, more and more as she was bounced up and down.

He released her hair, and held her body up by one of her boobs, and began carving the quivering titmeat;he'd cut a wedge of Melissa meat from each of her tits, before she finally regained consciousness; he had to grab her by the throat to shut off her horrified shriek. Her intestines were making a big mess on the bed; her wild struggles added to his excitement, and he could no longer hold back.

He came in Melissa's asshole, for what seemed like half an hour!  Her struggles were already weakening; he pumped his load into the dying girl's rear;  she suddenly went rigid, with her back arched, and then fell limp; occasional spasms rippled through her body; Donny pulled out of her, and let her fall, face first, on the bed.

"What a fuckin' mess," Donny thought, "I kinda got carried away a little, hmm...but I sure showed her, didn't I! But now I gotta clean this fuckin shit up!  I'm gonna take a couple a pictures, though, first."

He lifted Melissa's body up, by the hair, and snapped a couple of pictures of her for his trophy room...