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I watched the TV, frustrated, as they repeatedly interrupted Family Guy to discuss the ongoing search for the missing girl. Apparently, the little cunt's name was Abigail, but why did that warrant interrupting my favorite show? Why couldn't they interrupt the commercials instead? No, can't fuck with the flow of money, can't halt those ads. Let's just cut out the show to whine about the lost seven-year-old. Last seen at the park, her mother turned away for a minute, blah, blah, fucking blah. It was always the same with those stupid moms, too busy chatting to pay any attention to their clueless kids. And because of their carelessness, we all had to pay the price for it. Just insane. And worst of all, they'd make a hero out of that worthless bitch when her brat never showed up. Seriously, the world didn't make sense anymore.
Realizing that my show wasn't going to come back, I switched the TV off and got another beer, then walked down to the basement to check on my dog. He'd been quiet for a while, which usually meant he was up to trouble. I heard his grunting as I rounded the corner, and yep, when I turned on the lights, there he was, humping the garbage. The little bitch was crying, terrified, as my pit bull rutted in her, shoving her tiny seven-year-old frame along the concrete. Small streaks of red marked where her knees had been, and I noticed he had nipped her neck at least once. He didn't like it when garbage screamed or tried to pull away. The girl had that "thousand-yard stare" as she was fucked, and I don't think she even noticed I was there. I walked behind her and was pleased to see that his knot had filled her tiny cunny. My fun earlier in the day had no doubt made that easier.
I sat down and drank my beer while my dog finished his work. I loved how pale Abigail's skin was and the way she shook. It was only about 50 in the basement, plenty warm if you were dressed or had fur. Of course, the garbage had none of that except the hair on its head. When the dog finished, he dismounted and tried to pull away, but he only dragged the girl some more. She was so fucking pathetic. I loved it. Around the same time I downed the last of my beer, the dog's cock slipped out of the little girl's slit, and pinkish cum gushed out of her damaged hole. I lit a cigar, smoked it for a bit, then walked over to the pile of shit making a mess on my basement floor.
"How are we, Abigail? I saw your mommy on the news. Such a worthless bitch, losing track of you like she did. Why, something bad could have happened to you if I hadn't come along," I said to her as I knelt over her and put out my cigar on her left nipple. Her wail was a thing of beauty as she spasmed, pissed herself, and passed out. I grabbed a thin leg and dragged her limp body to the middle of the basement. There, I tied her wrists and raised her bloody and bruised body up until her feet were off the ground. The ropes dug into her frail wrists, and I poured cold water on the little cunt until she woke, sobbing in pain. As if she knew what that was.
"Hey, Abigail, it was rude of you to pass out like that. It's not time to go away yet. That's what the wheel here is for." I pointed to a colorful wheel behind me. "See, I'm gonna spin that, and that will decide how you go away forever. Exciting, isn't it?"
"P..please, I want mommy," the animal begged. I slapped her and corrected her awful grammar.
"No, you dumb bitch, that's not how you say it. You say, I want my mommy. Can't you do anything right? No wonder she ignored you," I said, scolding her. "Now, stop being so rude, I need to explain the options on the wheel." I pointed to each option as I spoke to her.
"Now, the first one is simple. It's a Fanging. That's where I fuck you while you hang. Always fun. Our second option is impalement. I still fuck you, but I have a 4-foot metal rod I sit your ass on after. It's slow but always does the job. The third option is brain surgery. I put an O ring in your mouth, so you can't bite, and I place your head against the wall and just fuck it until the back of your head is mush. The last one here is swimming time. I take you to the tub, and we have fun squeezing all the bubbles out of you. Don't worry about your mom, she won't be sad long. I'll see to that," I said to the sobbing cunt. "Now, let's spin the wheel!"
I ignored the garbage's weeping and whining noises as I spun the wheel, watching the pale animal whimper and sway while the plastic tabs on the wheel clattered away. I almost squealed in anticipation, and when the rude bitch started sobbing, I punched her hard, once, right in the nose. She immediately went limp as fresh, bright red blood flowed out of her now likely broken nose. Her mom had clearly taught her no manners at all. I turned back to see the wheel had stopped.
"Impalement! Oh, it's gonna be a long, wonderful day. No quick end for you, but that's fine since you've been so awful after I rescued you," I said as I stuck my tongue down the animal's mouth. It whimpered as I sucked in its tongue, then tasted its bloody mouth. The coppery flavor was divine. I smeared the red "lipstick" on her whore mouth, then grabbed one of her spindly legs and pulled her towards me.
"Now, you might not know this, Abigail, but impalement works best when it's up your ass. That's still virgin, though, so we're gonna need some lube." As I told her that, I reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube. It had a tapered end, perfect for tight little holes. I shoved the tip in and dumped almost the entire bottle of lube up her ass. She moaned as cold jelly filled her, and when I pulled it out, clear lumps of it erratically squirted out. I used the rest of it to slick up my cock, which was about to start wrecking her guts.
"Puh... puh... please. I don't wanna die," Abigail whimpered. I pulled her closer to me, pressing my slick cock against her firm, tight ass. I lined it up carefully, pushing until the head was fighting her sphincter for entrance as the girl started sobbing.
"Shh... shh... I promise you, this won't kill you. You'll only wish it had." With that, I forced my cock up her vise-like asshole. It hurt me and her even more as she suddenly started thrashing, hanging helplessly by her wrists. I moaned and had to fight the urge to instantly cum, like when I had first taken her virginity. Her ass was even more succulent, and I started slam fucking her with every ounce of strength I had. All the way balls deep, then almost all the way out, just leaving the tip in. All the way again, fucking her, fucking it, fucking the piece of shit like the garbage deserved. I punched her gut, bit her neck until blood ran down my chin, and then, as I started splattering her bowels with my jism, I punched her face, breaking her nose for sure this time. When I let her go, she swung back and forth in the basement, lube, blood, and cum dripping on the floor under her.
"Now for the real show," I said to no one since Abigail was unconscious once again. I got out the "Impaler" and set it up under her. It was a steel rod, just over 3 inches wide, had a 150lb concrete base, and was four feet long. It was a slog, moving the damn thing, but finally I got it placed. I raised the unconscious trash up, then spread her gaped and bloody ass as I pushed her down on it. The sharp tip slid easily inside her ass, but the rest required me to shove a bit. I knew I had got her on it when she suddenly slipped down several inches and jerked awake, screaming and wailing. I tied her so she couldn't tilt forward or backward. The only direction she could move was down.
As the screams continued, I got another beer and petted my dog as slowly, more and more of the steel rod filled her. Whenever she would stop, I'd add Velcro leg weights, and by the time I was done, she had over one hundred extra pounds pulling her down. I sat down and masturbated, watching her struggle, sweat, and grow paler, and slowly, more and more blood ran down the pole. When she started twitching violently, I stood up and came on her body moments before piss joined the blood and lube on the pole. Her belly grew dark, and her eyes, while still open, were vacant. I watched her slide a bit longer until I helped shove all four feet in and through her body. I came on her one last time before going to get the hacksaw. My dog needed to eat because I would be gone for a few days. Her mom still needed to be punished, and then she could join the daughter she neglected. I'd make sure they would be together forever. In a shallow grave in the woods, where all cunts belonged.