NOTICE: This story is not for everyone. It addresses themes of extreme violence, violent sex, sex and extreme violence to MINORS, and several FATAL outcomes. Highly graphic sexual material, definitely NOT for the squeamish. Very bad things happen. Be Forewarned!
BALLCRUSHER ANNIE’S JUSTICE
by Regis
This was definitely not turning out to be Annie's night. It was hot and humid, and the still night air carried the smell of trouble. She had a bitch of a time warding off the drunken wino's in the park as she had waited downtown for the number 9 bus, wearing that skimpy dress that barely covered her bulging milk-bloated breasts, and holding on to her naked three year old baby.
Now the shapely fifteen-year-old black girl felt very uneasy as she rode the late night bus home. The dark streets were deceivingly quiet, but she could sense the tension in the hot and humid night air, as if the whole city was wired. This was the kind of weather pattern that caused tempers to seethe. It was on hot nights like this when people did bizarre things, that often brought dire consequences. The city was restless, unable to sleep, and Annie found the tension both frightening and exciting.
Annie had always been able to smell trouble coming long before it struck, and tonight she smelled it strong. The acrid tang of her fear that came with that sense told her she should have stayed in the safety of her one-room apartment tonight. It had been a long hot spell in the city, with no relief from the stagnant heat when the sun went down. Temperatures had remained in the high eighties on the coolest evening, and they hadn't had one of those for more than a week.
She was a pretty girl, trapped in the ghetto life by her lack of education and a lack of positive role modeling. Her idea of a cool chick was the slick whores she saw at the drugstore, in their open blouses, micro short skirts and 5-inch spike heels buying cosmetics and condoms.
They always had incredible hairdos, wore the hottest in fashions, and got to fuck several rich guys every night. One day they would fall in love, and be out of the trap Annie found herself in. All those girls had to do was take a beating from time to time from their pimps, or do a pain scene for some sex freak that had the money to pay. Only the richest and most bent guys wanted to do a cunt snuff, and there weren’t too many of those around.
At fifteen Annie knew she was in her prime; she was as sexually attractive as she would ever be. From now on, she would just get older, not better. All she had to do was meet the right guy, an agent that knew what real glamor looked like, and she could make great money by working in the sex movies as a gorgeous fuck star.
She went downtown as often as she could, to make the club scene and be seen by as many men as possible. She just knew she was about to be discovered. Talent scouts looked like ordinary johns, and all she had to do was to be seen by one of those, and her future would be made.
When her kid was old enough to take in a prick, she might even get work for both of them. She’d seen little girls getting fucked in filthy videos, the kind she liked. The child was really good looking, and she would train the kid to be provocative and seductive. The only thing that cramped her style was having this little sprog to take care of when it was probably still a year too young and too small to be fucked.
It would be at least another year before a little girl could accommodate the slim prick of a teenager in its puffy cuntlet, and then another two or three years before she could get it's little cunnie stretched and deep enough to take in the erect prick of a real man.
Annie was doing what she could to speed up the kid's development. She was working on both of its fuck holes with a set of wooden training plugs she had made for the kid, but it took too much effort to do it regularly, and sometimes she just flat out forgot to do it. It had its butt plug in now, because it couldn’t very easily shit until she pulled it out.
When she had a boyfriend over, she sometimes let him finger the kid to help her little twat develop, and to get her used to its true purpose. It was taking so long for the kid's pussy and bum hole to grow that Annie was getting discouraged. It just wasn't fair, having to be responsible for a kid at her age, that she’d had when she was just 12, but she somehow got along.
She had never bothered to toilet train the little kid, and she couldn't afford to buy disposable diapers for it anyway. Whenever she went out she carried the pretty little girl naked, so when it peed or pooped, it wasn’t always her problem. A naked kid, already 3-years-old, especially a girl, always drew stares whenever she took it downtown, but she knew that being noticed helped.
Annie always kept Kleenex handy when she was out with the kid in case it had to piss or shit. She had worked out a system. When the little girl had not gone in a while, she held her hand in its crotch, with one finger running over its rectum to its little pussy, so that she could feel things start to stir.
When she felt the involuntary flexing that came just before expulsion action, she moved quickly, and she usually got the Kleenex in place before anything wet or dirty happened down there. She would pull the butt plug to let it shit, because if it couldn’t when it needed to it would scream and make a terrible fuss. She couldn’t of course catch everything, but it was much better than nothing.
During this heat wave Annie had stayed home more than usual. She'd just been penned up in that rat and roach infested tenement for too many hot nights, and now she was on her way home after a useless trip downtown looking for excitement. All the guys she saw had chicks draped over their arms.
The real producers would be on their own, cruising for the right cunts. The single guys she saw were just kids, doing what she was doing, out looking for some excitement. The filmmakers were probably in the studio tonight, making their fuck and suck flicks under the heat of the lights. She would be back tomorrow night if she could make it, and maybe then she would get lucky.
She had been propositioned by some guys, including a sicko that said he would pay if she would let him bunghole her naked little girl. The kid was still much too small to take his prick its little bunghole. He would have killed it doing that. She had got the guy off her back by letting him follow her into the ladies room in the back of the club, and for ten bucks she let him watch the kid poop and pee into a kleenex.
She held the kleenex back when the little girl peed, so that he could see it coming out of the child's little twat. The guy was a real gentleman about it, so she used her fingers to spread the pissing little cunnie, showing him that her little girl was no longer a virgin. It was easy, so for another ten, she let him talk her into getting up onto the counter herself, raising her skirt, and peeing into the washroom sink.
He told her he wanted to see her to poop too, and offered her twenty to do it, but she couldn't, so she got down, took his money, and left. It was really sick out there, and she decided to head on home. The heat was even more oppressive in the downtown core, and with it nerves were in edge, so she felt no sense of safety.
It was really weird out there, because of the incessant heat. Annie had seen a vicious bitch-fight erupt outside a bar where more powder than booze was sold. She had to wait next to the low life place for her bus. She saw it start. A white hooker who was working the street outside the bar lost a trick to a flashy black secretary who was not in the business, but was out on the town for a night of fun.
The angry hooker was so pissed off she had pulled her knife, and had slashed open the barely-covered ebony tits of the gorgeous secretary. That was a dirty thing to do. The secretary, her barely contained big boobs bleeding profusely, went at the whore with both fists, and the fight was on.
A crowd poured out of the bar to watch the brawling bitches fight, and they gave everyone a violent show. It was quickly clear that both were experienced in both defending themselves and in violently striking out. Annie guessed this was probably as good as any professional naked cuntfight.
Annie crowded into the corner of a recessed doorway to keep out of it. She usually hated fighting, but this one was starting to look good. The fight moved right in front of her and she was startled to see tiny spurts of blood from the black girl's slashed tits. They had been cut very deep.
The two naked combatants were raging at each other, tearing and ripping both clothing and skin as they fell, got up, fell again, and then rolled on the sidewalk in front of her. Their skimpy clothes were soon in tatters and then off, and their growing areas of nakedness gleamed from both sweat and blood under the streetlights. This was the real thing.
They wrestled, punched, clawed, and kneed each other as the battle progressed and heated up. Bouncing breasts were flattened and the skin ripped with sharp nails used as talons. Faces and bare asses were scratched, bellies punched, cunts kicked, and Annie even heard a couple of ribs being snapped with hammering blows.
The fight turned in the secretary's favor when she got to her purse, and pulled out her little spray can of mace. She gave the white whore a shot in the face, then another right up into her cunt. The hooker writhed, screaming in agony, lying naked on her back, heaving and pitching from the excruciating pain on her face and up inside her cunt.
The secretary got to the hooker's knife, and straddled the downed white bitch's head, with her bleeding cunt pressed against the prostitute's mace-covered face. She was desperately plunging the blade repeatedly into her foe's breasts and belly when the fuzz arrived, sirens screaming.
The scene was so bad and bloody that traffic was diverted, and Annie had to wait a lot longer for her bus to arrive. Once on board, she sat as inconspicuously as possible on the back bench of the bus, shaking at the violence she had witnessed just half an hour earlier.
The black secretary, her tits badly damaged, had thrown away everything she had won in life in that terrible few minutes in which she had killed the white whore with the knife, with everybody watching. What a waste. If she had just kept her cool, she could have got the white trash when the streets were empty.
Annie sat on the back seat of the late-night bus with one big tit hanging out of her stained low cut dress nursing her three-year-old nude baby daughter. People looked at her funny, because she was carrying the bare naked 3-year-old, but what the fuck, there was no law about clothes for really little kids, and she hadn't asked to give birth to the wriggling little sprog in the first place.
She had never weaned the brat either, because that way she didn't have to buy food for it, because all the little baby girl ever ate was her tit milk, and besides, one of her girlfriends had once told her that a suckling kid didn't shit as much, although they would pee more.
Piss was a lot easier to clean up than stinking baby poop. Besides, she found that the constant nursing kept her boobs full and her nipples big, the way guys liked to see them. They poked her thin blouses, sweaters and dresses out and made her look more sexy than any of her friends.
Her free hand went to her crotch and reached under the short skirt of her tight dress. She never wore panties, because it saved the cost of buying them and the time and trouble of washing them. Even when she menstruated, she didn't need panties, because she wore tampons internally, when she could afford some, or else just thrust a couple of twisted kleenexes up into herself.
That worked great. Her probing hand found her lusting pussy was damp with her sweat, and it easily admitted two fingers. She loved to play with her tender young cunt while she was nursing the sprog; there was something that felt so good with the kid sucking her tits, drawing her nipple deep into its mouth while her fingers explored her moist inner organ.
Besides, finger fucking herself kept her fingers clean and her nice long painted nails soft and glossy. Annie had a terrific looking cunt, with light pink meat that showed to advantage when she was sexually excited, standing out against her velvety smooth brown, not black, skin.
She kept her tight pubic curls trimmed well back so that they didn't mask her beautiful sex meat, which she liked to "accidentally" display to lucky guys whenever the right opportunity presented itself. She knew instinctively that her overt sexuality was her greatest asset, and would be her ticket out of the ghetto she felt so trapped in. She knew that someday she would soon be a movie star, and she never let a chance pass to be discovered.
Annie felt a warm tinkle on her wrist, and she quickly held the baby out from her, its mouth still firmly grasping her nipple, holding the little girl so that its little double fold of a baby cuntlet sprayed its hot urine onto the bus floor. That way Annie would not be obliged to clean it up. It wasn't as though she owed the transit company or anything. Their buses stunk so much in the heat anyway.
Just as the baby started to piss, the bus pulled into the next stop, and four white scum got on. She couldn't stop the flow of baby piss, so she hoped the young hoodlums would sit down near the front of the nearly empty bus. The horny youths were not going to ignore a pretty fifteen-year-old black girl with big tits and a naked child, its mouth gripping her big tit while it was held up with its pissing little cuntlet on display. This pretty young lady was just inviting a look, a feel, and then, if she checked out, maybe even an exciting gang rape.
There was no way the boys could ignore a foxy looking cunt like this one sitting alone like that in the back of the bus with her big creamy tits staring back at them, holding her little girl's pissing little cunt out to them like that. It was either an insult or an invitation. This was a super fox, and was ripe for their attentions. When these guys paid attention to a lady it was not with whistles, it was with their pricks.
"Hey, brown sugar, is that chocolate milk you're feeding that little sprog?" They all laughed as if there were some humor in that. "Lemme get my finger up its pretty little asshole!" One of them slid onto the bench beside her as she tried to tuck her fully exposed breast back into the tight dress. All she succeeded in doing was to press it out of shape, mounding the delectable milk-bloated woman flesh and causing the boy's cocks to stretch out in their tight jeans.
"Fuck off, prick!" she said, trying to disguise the trembling she was feeling. She was sure that her naked little girl was the reason she was drawing these guys, because whites seldom moved to the back of the bus. She shuddered again as the bastard licked his middle finger to wet it, and then actually thrust the stiff digit up into her nude child's anus.
"Fuck off, I said!" she shouted. "Quit finger fuckin' my baby, or I'll call the cops!" she yelled at the punk. `Shit,' she thought, `I knew I shoulda locked the brat in the closet and come alone.' This fucking sprog, whose skin was much paler than hers, was the result of a violent rape by a couple of white punks in the back of a bus late at night just before she had turned twelve, and she sure as hell wasn't going to repeat that debasing experience with these pricks without a fight. The last thing Annie needed was to bear another white gang's kid.
"Cool it, cunt!" he said, "A finger up the kid's asshole ain't fuckin', so the cops wouldn't do nothin', 'cause it ain't sexual molesting this baby when my finger's up her asshole! Besides, I’m pretty sure that pert little asshole ain’t no virgin, not with a fuckin’ Mom like you!"
Another boy slid onto the back bench on the other side of her, and the two of them grabbed at her big firm tits, easily pulling the other one free. Quickly they closed their eager mouths over the black girl's big swollen nipples, suckling on her ample supply of fresh warm milk.
Annie was mortified. She was totally vulnerable here, and if these guys got rough, she was unlikely to get any support from the white bus driver, or from any of the few older people riding in the front of the bus. She braced herself by spreading her feet and planting her spike heeled boots firmly on the floor of the isle.
Annie felt her heart skip a beat as she realized that she was also spreading her knees, forcing her already ridiculously short skirt up to the top of her thighs. On hot nights like tonight she rationalized that because her cunt dribbled and stained panties so she had not worn any.
The third boy got onto his knees and lifted the short hem of her dress, and squealed in delight when he saw that she wasn't wearing panties. "Holy fuck," he shouted, "Lookit the fuckin’ naked raw cuntmeat!" He thrust his face into the gap between her legs and nuzzled his mouth into the warm fleshy nest.
Annie felt a sudden jolt of electricity as his wet tongue lashed at the firm bud of her erect clit. As it worked around her vestibule, the probing mouth organ found the entry into her fuck-sheath, and it actually slipped right up into her moist vagina. The warm probing tongue felt so good she thought she was going to shit herself right on the spot. Suddenly the driver hit the brakes hard and shouted "Get the fuck off, bitch, there's no whoring or fucking allowed on this bus!"
She suddenly sprung forward, hanging onto the little screaming brat while leaping over the boy on his knees, and charging into the fourth boy, who had just pulled out his big prick, getting ready to join in the action.
One of the boys grabbed at her bare leg just above the sexy boot, but his own jism on his hand made it slippery, and he lost his grip. Taking advantage of the confusion, Annie got her black ass off the bus just before the double rear door slammed closed, and the pricks trying to get at her were trapped inside as the dirty city bus pulled away.
She laughed as the double doors closed on the fat penis of the one nearest her, and the driver pulled away, ignoring the screams of the boy with his fat white cock turning crimson, caught tight in the unforgiving grip of the double fold doorway. She hit it as hard as she could, but the bus just pulled away.
Annie's momma had told her that there was no such thing as rape, because a girl with her skirt up could always run faster than a guy with his pants down. Remembering her momma's words had spurred her into action just in time to avoid serious trouble with that gag of white punks. The trouble was, this was not Annie's stop.
At one-thirty in the morning she had no idea when the next bus would be along, if in fact the was going to be another bus coming before morning. Worst of all, carrying her three-year-old naked little cunt with her, she was sure that if any men found the two of them alone out on the street this late at night, they would both be in even worse trouble.
She tucked her big tits back into her skimpy dress, and quickly assessed the situation. She couldn't just stand there and wait for the next bus, if there was another one, because she didn't have a transfer, and she didn't have any more money for bus fare.
There was really no decision left for her to make, because she had no options, she just had to start walking. In the silence of the night, the sound of her spike-heeled boots clacking on the concrete sidewalk echoed down the block, announcing to anyone up there on the dark street she was coming.
Anyone ahead of her would certainly know from the sound of the heels that it was a fucking hot fox coming. She wanted to take them off and walk in her bare feet, but she knew that if she did and was raped, she would certainly lose the boots, which were the only ones she had.
Suddenly her worst fear was realized. Three white teenage punks moved out of a doorway, blocking her way. The young fair skinned black woman was very attractive, particularly in the way, in the heat of the evening, the provocative dress that was a couple of sizes too small for her, clung to her damp body.
She wished to hell she was wearing her pair of dirty sneakers instead of this pair of provocative red spike heeled boots. She was standing right under a streetlight, and the over-head direct lighting accentuated the roll of her tits, tummy, and hips. She was a stunning sight, particularly in the micro-short skirt of her dress. The white boys stood, stunned for the moment by their incredibly good fortune.
The provocative side slits on her sexy skirt ran up almost to the waist line, making it clear to everyone who saw her that she wore nothing under her skirt. Annie liked to be stylish, and it was the style among the girls her age to show not only leg but also ample bare hip.
All the girls aged eleven to sixteen wore dresses like hers, ever since jeans went out of style. Jeans were no longer sexy, and sexy was where it was at. To wear a micro-hem with a full slit to the low-slung waist with no panties demonstrated that they were with it, willing to show their lovely legs all the way up. This popular fad was not only daring, but also made their legs look longer and more sexy.
Even on her minuscule budget, Annie liked to keep in fashion. Not having to buy and regularly clean panties was a definite plus. At the moment, that was the deciding factor. The boys decided to take her and her kid, and have a party, right here in the street.
Her large milk-filled breasts stood out firmly with the
nipples standing erect from constant nursing, and from being rubbed by the thin fabric of the low cut neckline of her sexy dress. Her smooth velvety skin glistened with perspiration, produced by the heat of the night and from raw fear, giving the two horny boys the impression that this was a steamy and sexy cunt they had found on their turf, so she was fair game.
This good looking and well built fifteen-year-old black girl was a ripe target for rape, reeking with sensuality. Just looking at her amazing figure fighting for freedom in that tight sheath dress and the sexy red spike heeled boots was enough to get the three punks' limp pricks dancing in their jeans, and the cute little kid with her naked little cunt exposed was easily enough to top it off.
The three white punks slowly circled her, checking out their find of this sexy black woman and her infant kid. It was rare that a piece of prime sex meat like this bitch showed up on their turf, particularly this late at night, and this one had brought them a tender little baby cock holster as well, a slender naked little three-year-old sprog with its inviting little pussy glaring hungrily at them!
The punks unzipped their jeans and pulled out their stiff pricks. Annie felt her chest tighten and her breathing slow in raw fear as the toughs slowly massaged their exposed erections. These guys were serious, and she knew that because they were so confident and did no rush, this scene was going to get rough. They circled her, moving slowly closer as they did, until there were two in front of her and another behind her, out of sight.
Suddenly Annie was grabbed from behind, her arms were pulled back hard, and two punks held her while the third grabbed her naked little female sprog. One guy holding onto her from behind drove his knee up between her legs, and she could feel the rough denim of his jeans pressing up hard into her naked cuntmeat and against her puckered asshole.
This behaviour was okay for guys to do at a dance or in her own neighborhood. This is how girls expected to be treated at a dance. That was how guys checked out if a girl was in heat and wanted it, by the way she suctioned against his pants with her bare cunt and asshole, and by the stains she left on his knee, saying she was ready.
It was, however, too damned familiar when a stranger did it on a dark street late at night with two guys holding her. Annie wasn't that kind of slut. The third guy got hold of her low cut dress between her breasts, and with a violent jerk downward, he ripped it open right down to her navel, so that her big round tits with their erect nipples popped free. Her big milk-bloated tits were so firm while remaining supple that they were ideal for beating.
As the powerful knee slid away from her crotch, it gathered a broad tracing of her vaginal and anal moisture along the top. The bold knee was quickly replaced by a thick cock that nosed its way up against her tight anus. With a sudden painful thrust, and no preparation, the thick rigid penis was painfully jammed up into her colon, and just as quickly the other guy got his big cock up into her cunt. They had her, and she screamed her anguish into the empty night.
The two white punks whooped aloud as they rammed their rigid dicks into the black girl's front and back fuck holes, each of them feeling the other's thrusting prick through the fleshy walls of her colon and vagina. This was their turf she had intruded, and no one would dare interrupt the gang boys while they were rutting like ally cats. They were just doing what boys did at night, taking themselves a street fuck.
Residents knew that nothing really serious or bad could be happening, because no decent woman would be caught dead on these streets at this time of night. They were sure that only a deserving bitch in heat or a common street whore would get herself into this kind of trouble with the ruling street gang. They knew that these violent street rapes usually ended in the murder of the rape victim, and they wanted no part in it.
What Annie hated most about this humiliating abuse was how much she enjoyed the double action of the power fuck by the young rapists, driving like pistons in and out of her side by side fuck holes. There was as much rapture as anguish in her scream when the punk rutting in her anus dug his thumb nails into her big nipples, twisting and squeezing them, squirting her milk into the open mouth of the punk rutting his prick in her mindlessly welcoming cunt.
It was this sudden burst of enjoyment that made her know she could do very well in the fuck films, even the ones that got rough. She didn't know why she couldn't connect. Instead she had to put up with rapes like this that were dangerous, out of control, and got her nowhere.
Shit, shit, SHIT! she thought, she loved her men to treat her rough, like her momma's boyfriends had always been whenever they had raped her as a kid, and now she could feel herself cuming! Her orgasms came easily, and she went wild when they happened. By the time she had reached nine, her momma would have two or three boyfriends over at a time, and would let them have their way with her, as long as they left money.
Annie knew she was good, because her momma was a professional, but even when she was very young her momma's boyfriends preferred her. They loved fucking kids. She had only known rough sex, as she had never had a lasting or maby meaningful relationship with any one guy.
That was too much to expect, until she was old. She hated guys taking her and using her as a cock holster, masturbating themselves in her fuck holes. But she hated more the way it always turned her on.
Annie felt the swelling of the fat prick-heads inside her, as the boys approached an early ejaculation, and then she felt the confirmation of spurting gobs of semen as the young men emptied their throbbing balls into her. She turned her head in ecstasy, and then she heard the wailing of her baby girl, and saw the third boy holding the kid against the brick wall.
He was forcing his long thin prick up into the small girl's tiny asshole, having given up on the profusely bleeding immature child's little cunny. This time he was successful, and Annie screamed as she saw the bastard's penis sink into the child's anus, sliding right in out of sight, tearing its way into the naked little girl's narrow colon.
Shit, she thought, the asshole is murdering my baby! These stinking white motherfucking honkys raping me is one thing, I can take that fine, but them raping the tight asshole of my little three-year-old kid with their big pricks, before she gets to be six so she has at least a chance to live through it, shit, that's just too much!
The exhausted boys who had raped Annie had shot their loads, and they pulled their pulsing pricks out of her. They were now reaching for their knives, so that they could get down to more serious fun with the foxy young lady. It was slice and dice time. She screamed again as she realized they were really going to cut her up, like living meat. That was when she made her desperate move.
She kicked up backward and then straight out, as hard as she could into the exposed crotch of one guy while she grabbed with both hands the slick and still rigid penis of the other who was crossing in front of her. She twisted the still erect male organ violently, wanting to hurt him as much as possible.
She did. The heel of her boot caught the nuts behind her a crushing blow, rupturing one of the large testicles as the sharp heel spiked right through it, and the boy behind her crumbled to the ground, screaming. She had nailed the fucking filthy son of a bitch.
The other teenage punk slashed wildly at her big swinging tits with his switchblade as she clung desperately to his erect prick, jerking, pushing and twisting the long male fuck shaft painfully in her tightly clinging fist. This young girl had enough street smarts to know how to handle herself in a desperate fight, and that was exactly what these pricks had forced her into tonight.
The slashing razor-sharp blade gashed open her exposed round tit-flesh, cutting deeply into the pliable breast meat. As they struggled, the flashing blade slashed open one big nipple, and lopped the other cleanly off! Annie tried to kick at his nuts as she had done so successfully with his friend, but as she did the blade flashed up across her face, splitting her thick upper lip, a nostril and her cheek.
She clung desperately to the slippery penis, slick with cum,
as she dove for the ground, and as the boy fell over backwards, she maintained her grip, and his large hard nuts were squeezed painfully by her fists. As his shoulders hit the ground, one of the tortured testicles was crushed, right inside the sack.
Annie got up, blood gushing from her deep cuts, and went for the large boy, who had his long prick buried deep in the ruptured asshole of her naked little girl, pumping the child frantically up and down with his fists on her slender sides as if he were nearing orgasm.
As she came at him from his blind side he began to ejaculate, and at that instant he slit the beautiful black infant's throat. Screaming, Annie kicked at him, up into his crotch from behind as he bent forward, and the sharp heel of her boot pierced his ball sack and drove up through his penis right into the prick-stuffed asshole of her baby.
She grabbed the murderous punk's head and violently dug her fingers into his eyes, pressing them in with such power, driven by her ferocious anger, that she forced both of his eyeballs to pop out of their sockets. With that inspired move she had blinded the asshole permanently.
He fell forward, screaming in agony, with the dead baby girl's asshole still stuck firmly on his cock, and as he wend down, he lashed out blindly behind him with the knife. The wild swing of the blade gashed open a deep slice through the satin flesh of Annie's exposed belly. The brutal gash was lucky for him, although he couldn't see her to appreciate it, and devastating for Annie.
The blindly slashed keen blade ripped its way right through her taut stomach muscles, slicing her wide open and exposed her tight pack of gleaming intestines. The compact bundle of pink girl-guts slowly began to slump forward and drop out of her, sliding through the blood-lubricated new opening in her belly.
Holding her stomach closed with one hand, so that her emerging guts wouldn't spill out any further, Annie stomped her sharp spike heel into down as hard as she could into the exposed throat of one of the fallen boys, crushing his larynx. Then taking his dropped knife, she castrated the third, cutting off both his balls and his cum dribbling prick, and left the asshole rapist to bleed to death.
Annie stood, alone now, victor, with the three white boys dead or dying at her feet. It was incredible. She had won the bloody battle, but just like that horny secretary outside the club, she had won at terrible cost. Her only thought now was that the kid wouldn't be any more trouble to her from now on. She sobbed at the prospect of trying to get on now, with her belly all cut up. Now she wouldn't even have the cunt of the kid to earn extra cash with. Annie was really fucked. She was in desperate straights. Everything was ruined; all of her planning was wasted.
Leaving the scene of brutal carnage, she staggered nude and bleeding along the darkened street, holding her slashed belly closed with both fists. She felt weak, and was so numb with the horror of the past half hour that she was unaware of her destination, or of her nudity. All she wanted was to get away from that scene of horrendous bloody carnage.
She had lost her little sprog, but at least would not have to feed and take care of the little tit-sucker. It was really horrible that the baby girl died, and everything, but now she was free, and wouldn't have to take it everywhere she went, or worry about it pooping and peeing and crying all the time.
Less than two blocks along, as she passed a dark doorway, a drunk who saw her coming and was hidden in the shadows reached out as she stumbled by and grabbed her by the nape of her neck. She dropped to her knees, and her guts immediately slid out of her ripped belly.
In a sudden move, the gleaming steel of her knife slashed upward into the shaddow of the doorway, plunged through the stretched crotch of his pants, and drove viciously into his startled asshole. Annie quickly slashed the sharp blade through his balls and cock, splitting them wide open, then retracting it and reaching as high as she could, she drove the bloody blade deep into his chest.
"Asshole!" she screamed, "You fucking asshole! I was gonna make it, and now my guts are out again and all dirty, you ruined everything!"
The drunk man sagged, but he startled her by drawing out of his filthy jacket a gleaming chrome-plated Saturday Night Special, and as he fell forward he blasted away, blowing off her right tit and the pink fleshy meat of her cunt, before the third slug ripped off her face and the top of her head.
Annie fell from her kneeling position forward onto her chest, bulging her remaining left tit out obscenely beside her, and leaving her lovely ass propped high in the air. The remainder of her guts now dropped freely out of her onto the sidewalk, creating an interesting human sculpture in death. The grotesque and beautifully violent ballet of life had once more played out its drama. Once again it was quiet out on the street.
THE DEAD END OF THE YOUNG
MOTHER CUNT ANNIE
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