The Pursuit ~ Part 3
So! Oh my god, it's been such a long time... I think this may be a habit of mine, stretch out the posts by months! Yikes... I hope not, I'll do my best to discipline myself more! Anyway, this little section here is written from the perspective of... well... guess! Betchya thought this would all be fluff, huh? Well here's some snuff... Oooh, rhyming humour... xD If you don't know what snuff is, you'll find out by the end of this section. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Oh, also, song is Knock You Out by Tiesto feat. Emily Haines!
Sincerely,
~Salem~
An infectious beat is seeping through the pores in the brick walls. It beats into my hands as they hold me steady against the wall. The little fox between myself, and the wall, is the reason I need to be steadied. The little slut, he couldn't even wait to get to a hotel room, or even my car.
Disgusting.
_Somebody to rough you up
Somebody to make it tough
Somebody to bait you
Somebody to love
But wait..._
His startilingly bright red fur is dulled in the dark shadows of the alleyway, and beads of sweat are building on his small, lithe body. He squeals like the little whore he is while my member pounds it's way through him. My hips are thrusting so hard, so intensely into him, he should be squealing in pain, not pleasure. Another wave of nausea and disgust waves through my stomach. My hands ruffle his fur as they move down to rest on the small of his back.
_Baby, baby I wanna be true
You gotta knock me out some other way
And I want to be with the sun and the moon
I've been hopeless
I've been ...
And I want to..._
As he wraps his tiny arms around my neck, my eyes happen to catch his skimpy idea of pants becoming stained on the ground. When I happened to see him in the club, I just knew, I could tell that he was here to get fucked, like the slimy poisonous slut he is. No friends, no one to meet, just the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit I had ever seen grace the body of anything that walked on two legs. Too bad I offer my services with a catch, for disgusting little boys like him.
_Baby, baby I wanna be true
You gotta knock me out some other way
And I want to be with the sun and the moon
I've been hopeless
I've been..._
The disgust is almost unbearable now, and with it, I can feel my body jolt with pleasure. It always happens this way, the more and more this despicable creature disgusts me, the more excited my sorry dick becomes. As my body's nerves pulse with pleasure, my fingers nimbly travel the cream white fur of his belly, up to their goal. His sqeaky little moans have almost broken with the volume and intensity of their tenor. He's about to cum, and he can feel that I will soon as well.
_Somebody to take you out
Somebody to show you how
Somebody to train you
Somebody to love
But wait..._
His bright blue eyes look up to meet mine, and they are just like the others. Completely lost in lust and desire, blank and vacant like a some kind of slut zombie. Tiny hands pull on the fur at the back of my neck loosely, and the feel of his revolting little fingers is enough. My hands finally meet his neck and my strong fingers wrap around his delicate throat, and to my surprise, it seems I've given my little slut exactly what he's been after. His moans reach a fever pitch, and a new excited glint enters his cerulean eyes.
_Is it still love you want?
Somebody to put you down?
Somebody to smack you 'round?
Somebody to love
But wait..._
Slowly, my grip strengthens, and his breathing becomes uneven and shakey but this little whore won't dissapoint me. He only squeals louder, and then I'm lost in that moment. That moment of power when I'm about to eradicate the world of another pitiful life. My hips slam painfully hard against him, so hard that I can almost hear his hips groaning in discomfort. My dicks jumps and hardens to an iron feel inside of him. Tighter and tigher I grip, his wind pipe cuts off.
_Baby, baby I wanna be true
You gotta knock me out some other way
And I want to be with the sun and the moon
I've been hopeless
I've been ...
And I want to..._
In an instant, the pleasure melts away from him, and I can see the horror in his eyes. The pleasure that was once his, has become all mine. The thrusts of my body crush him into the wall, as his weak little limbs protest and try to injure me. I can feel him try to gasp for breath beneath my fingers, but they only tighten. His blue eyes are still alive and in an animalistic panic, locked with mine and I only hold his stare.
_Baby, baby I wanna be true
You gotta knock me out some other way
And I want to be with the sun and the moon
I've been hopeless
I've been..._
My tongue lolls out of my mouth as I start to moan and pant, his hands grip mine and push at them with all his might, but I don't care. They're nowhere near a match for mine. Our noses are almost touching, and I see what he sees, the monster that is about to take his life away. He's asking himself, what sort of man could watch the life drift out of ones eyes? Well, it's what I live for.
_High hopes
High hopes
She got high hopes_
Suddenly, his tiny neck snaps under my vice, and his blue eyes become dull. I let him go, and he drops to the ground. My thick, white cum dribbles out of his ass as his body slumps on the dirty ground. A dirty resting place, for a dirty boy.
I wonder how long it will take for my driver to get here, I'm feeling a bit peckish.
McDonalds, maybe.
_High hopes
She got high hopes...._