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Russ didn’t really understand the appeal of wild-caught game. He supposed that, for some people, there was something to be said of the chase, the thrill of capturing something with no desire to be captured.
But he didn’t care much for that, anyway. What mattered most to him was what came afterwards.
So, instead of risking the headlines and the widespread searches that traditionally accompanied missing children, he opted for those that were never cared for in the first place. Russ doesn’t remember what they called this girl before he purchased her months ago, but he called her Keely.
Keely was around six when she came to stay in Russ’s basement, but he reckoned she was about seven, now. Time flies when you’re having fun.
She wouldn’t make it past eight. None of them ever did.
Keely was bone-thin with long blonde hair and big green eyes, and this evening, she was staring a bit blankly up at him as he idly smacked his cock head against her cheeks, stroking himself to hardness.
Her hands were bound behind her back, connected to shackles around her ankles. She didn’t protest or so much as grimace as he smeared his cock over her eyes, just let them flutter closed as he wet her long lashes with his sticky precum.
“Open,” he demanded, pinching meanly at her plump bottom lip until her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out.
He sighed as he let his cock slide over her waiting tongue, his hand falling in her frizzy hair to tug harshly at the strands, eliciting a pitiful whimper that had him groaning.
When he hit the back of her throat, she began to spasm, gagging violently. He hadn’t managed to rid her of that reflex, not for a lack of trying. But he couldn’t say he was that upset about it, either.
He held her in place, not giving an inch as he pressed forward, moaning as the loud, obscene noises of her choking on his girth filled the room.
”That’s it, that’s it, fuck—“
He pressed on the back of her head until he was practically hunched over her, every inch buried in that silken heat as her nose was crushed into his public hair.
The pace he set was inhumane, even for him, never pulling back far enough for her to get a full breath. He wondered at himself if this was how he would kill her, if he’d let her suffocate on the cock now bulging her delicate little throat.
The image alone was enough to make him hiss, a sharp twinge of arousal shooting down to his toes.
”Dumb fucking cunt, what the fuck—you’re just gonna let me fuck the life right outta you, aren’t you?”
Her eyes were glassy, dazed, the wet sounds of her throat no less obscene but less frantic, more sluggish.
”I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, that’s what you want, huh? You wanna drown in my—ungh—in my fucking cum? Yeah, you do, you stupid fucking—ahh!”
He cut himself off with a shout as his orgasm overtook him, burying himself to the hilt and rubbing her nose into his sweaty crotch. He groaned, voice rough as his cock jumped, shooting rope after rope of his jizz down her struggling throat. It was hard to tell, as smothered as she was in his pubic hair, but he could see the redness in her eyes and the wetness on her cheeks as tears fell, the choking noises becoming more and more guttural as her chains rattled, her skinny arms pulling at the restraints. He wondered if she was swallowing any at all, or if she was breathing it right in. A bubble popped up where her nose met the base of his cock, pearly white.
"God, look at me, look at me," he demanded as her eyes began to droop, slapping sharply at the back of her head. "Let me see you die on my cock, you stupid cunt. No one--mmh--no one's gonna save you, you're mine, and if I want you fucking dead, you'll die, you understand?" His voice was breathy, still riding his orgasm. Her eyes remained fixed on him as she gave one last chest-deep rattle of a cough before they went dull and aimless, and he sighed, mouth stretching into a blissful smile.
He let himself finish in her now-lax throat before dropping her to ground where she landed in an awkward heap on her belly, cum dripping from her lips and nose. Her hairless, thoroughly-used pussy stared temptingly up at him. Oh fine, he thought. Might as well go for round two.