Mr. Rump murders some kittens

mf, mature, rape, group, anal

If you want to know what happened to the boyfriends, read this: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/16qg4jq/mr\_rump\_murders\_some\_young\_buggers/


When four young college women arrived at the cabin near the Giant Lake, they found their boyfriend's car parked on the gravel road. The cabin was empty, but there was a piece of paper on the pool table. Evelyn, wavy blonde in white skin-tight jeans picked it up.


"We've gone fishing," she read it aloud. "Wait for us. Love."


"Fishing? Really?" Sam exclaimed.


Sam had straight brown hair, and wore shorts that fully revealed her long legs. Hazel, who had a blonde pixie cut and short tank top, add her opinion.


"Whatever, we can entertain ourselves," she said.


"Who even wrote this?"


"Not Clint. The writing is too coherent."


"Sam! Don't say that!" Evelyn objected.


"Sorry, you know it's true!"


Fourth girl, Becca, was a studious girl in glassees and dark bob. After all this driving to the Giant Lake cabin, she felt tired.


"Girls, I need to lay down for a while," Becca said.


What the young women didn't know was that their boyfriends were already dead, murdered by a local older gentleman, Mr. Rump. He had already cleaned the space up. Only thing that remained was a red spot on the gravel near their boyfriends' car, where Sam's boyfriend Owen had lost his testicles to Mr. Rump's boot.


The cabin was spaceous, two floor wooden builing. Hazel turned on the home audio system, and a rhythmic melody and female vocals filled the cabin. Becca walked upstairs to lay down in one of the rooms.


Mr. Rump woke up from the loud pop music. He cursed under breath. How long did he actually sleep, Mr. Rump didn't know. No matter, the girls were already here.


Mr. Rump just wasn't a young guy anymore. He was a somewhat disheveled balding older man who tried to enjoy his retirement. Earlier today, he had a lot of fun killing four college kids and crushing their nuts. Then he had to drag away the bodies before the arrival of their girlfriends. Dealing with four athletic young bodies, alive and dead, had taken its toll. Mr. Rump felt deadly tired. He had laid down just for a minute in one of the beds and then fallen asleep like a lousy greenhorn. He yawned and slapped his cheeks.


"All right, ladies, I am ready," Mr. Rump muttered to himself.


Mr. Rump noticed that somebody was coming up the stairs, and he flattened himself against the wall next to the doorway. A girl with black bob and glasses walked into his room. She wore mustard colored cropped shirt and a light gray skirt.


Becca noticed somebody hiding in the room one moment too late. Next thing she felt was somebody's hands tightly gripping her neck. The door behind them closed. The attacker pulled her closer, until she bumped into his belly. Becca could feel heat emanating from his body. An older man's voice whispered in her ear.


"Isn't that a little ray of sunshine waking me up?"


Mr. Rump slid his hand under Becca's shirt. The girl wasn't fat, but definately had some softness about her body. Mr. Rump rubbed her belly for a second, then pushed up her bra. His hand rubbed her rather small boobs. They ended with snub, thimble-like nipples.


"Where are your titties, sunshine?"


Becca let out a high pitched squeal. The man was sqeezing her little breasts as if he was their rightful owner. His other hand was gripping her neck. The attacker pushed her down on the bed and pressed her face into a slightly moist and slightly dusty pillow. Becca couldn't move under the weight of his body, and she couldn't breath. She tried to scream but the pillow muffled all sounds. Mr. Rump waited until the girl stopped thrashing her hands and went still. He then smacked her on her juicy ass and got up.


Downstairs Hazel and Evelyn were lazily playing billiards, while Sam watched them from a chair.


"Becca will come down soon."


A sudden rumbling sound coming from the stairs made their heads turn. Becca's body was rolling down, bouncing on the steps. The girl made several flips, until she landed at floor with her legs spread. There Becca lay motionless, her skirt was bunched up, uncovering her thick thighs. An unfamiliar man descending the stairs.


Mr. Rump run down the stairs with an energy of a man who has four cute girls waiting for him and wouldn't pass a chance to fuck them. Like a young buck he jumped over Becca. He had a smile on the face.


"Daddy's home, girls!" he announced. "And daddy's dick needs sucking..."


Three girls stared in stupor, as if they were hypnotized. The closest was Sam, who was sitting with her long legs crossed. Mr. Rump grabbed her leg and pulled her off he chair. Now the cabin filled with their high pitched screams. Mr. Rump grabbed Hazel's and Evelyn's arms and pulled them on the ground.


"On your knees, ladies!"


Mr. Rump pulled out his dick and, for good measure, ballsack. He proudly paced back and forth in front of the three young women. Older man's virile meat was swinging directly in front of their faces. His eyes caught a blonde with pixie cut in a short tank top, Hazel, who was throwing defiant looks at him. Mr. Rump grabbed Hazel's face in his hands.


"Do you know what this is?"


"What, your old dick?" Hazel sneered through teeth.


In truth, Mr. Rump's semi-hard dick could compete with her boyfriend's dick, or any of the young women's boyfriends' dicks. But, of course, the girl was being rebellious. With an impatient grunt Mr. Rump pulled Hazel's face closer. His cock rubbed her lips, slid along her cheek. Hazel mouth remained closed. She stubbornly wasn't letting the dick in.


"That's no good, young lady," he said in a fatherly tone.


Mr. Rump grabbed Hazel by the neck and suddenly lifted her up so high that her feet didn't touch the floor. Girl's eyes widened. Her bravado vanished, as she didn't expect to be strangled so soon. Hazel thrashed her arms and legs, her eyes rolled back. After one swift lift Mr. Rump instantly dropped the girl down. Hazel collapsed and remained motionless.


Remaining two girls nervously stared at Mr. Rump, eyes skipping from his face to his meaty cock. Mr. Rump stopped in front of wavy blonde, Evelyn. She didn't need to be encouraged. Like a good girl, Evelyn obediently opened her rozy lips and extended her tongue. She even was maintaining eye contact with the "daddy". Mr. Rump smiled wide.


"Now, who's a good little kitten?"


He pushed his dick all the way into Evelyn's mouth. Young woman's tongue massaged his shaft. Thick cockhead was rubbing inside her throat, and wasn't leaving, she started to have trouble breathing. Mr. Rump grabbed her head and wasn't letting go. He was smiling and staring into young woman's eyes. To make things worse, his fingers squeezed her nose shut. Evelyn pawed Mr. Rump's legs trying to push him away, but after some time she went limp and dropped on the floor.


Next moment Sam jumped from the floor and dashed for the exit. She didn't intend to wait for older man's cock. In Mr. Rump's line of sight was the pool table with balls scattered on it, he quickly grabbed one of them and threw it into the running girl. The ball made a shallow arc in the air and collided with Sam's head with a loud "pok" sound, after which Sam tumbled down near the door and became still.


Mr. Rump walked closer and crouched between her long, outstretched legs. He turned the girl's upper body around. Sam's eyes were closed, she showed no signs of life. Mr. Rump lifted her arm and let it fall to the side. Leggy girl had freckles and brown straight hair. She had a shirt with an abstract print, that Mr. Rump unpatiently lifted to her chin. Under the shirt Sam had rather flat cups of a blue bra. Mr. Rump sunk a finger under the bra and lifted it up, revealing the nipples. Sam had flat, almost boyish chest. Small and round nipples appeared bright red among the freckles. Actually, none of these four young college women had large breasts.


"Don't worry, honey, I am not disappointed," Mr. Rump murmured.


He rubbed his palms over Sam's chest. Her skin was smooth and soft, covered in freckles, her body felt thin and fragile.


While he was busy groping the young woman, Mr. Rump heard a sound. He quickly turned his head... everything was quiet. Other girls were laying motionless on the floor besides the pool table. Mr. Rump could swear he had heard something. He looked at them with a suspicion. Did the bodies lay in the same positions since he looked last time?


"Girls, if any of you are alive, you gotta tell me!"


None of the girls replied, as they should if they were dead. Mr. Rump frowned. Sure, he had smothered Becca in the pillow, squeezed Hazel's neck, choked Evelyn on his dick. Had he killed them or merely rendered them unconscious? Were they dead or pretending to be dead? While he was staring in silence, none of the motionless beauties made even a slightiest move.


Mr. Rump stripped naked, then walked to Evelyn.


"You look dead," he said.


First Mr. Rump groped her small breasts through her clothes. Grunting, he lifted the body up and dropped it face first on the table. Evelyn's upper body now rested on the surface, her ass and legs in white jeans hung over the side. Mr. Rump slapped the ass and turned to other girls. Becca, whose innocent titties he had already fondled, was placed next to Evelyn. Mr. Rump pushed up her skirt, revealing white panties, and slapped her ass too. Then Mr. Rump felt up Hazel's titties for a second, lifted her body and dropped it on the pool table next to Becca in the same face-down position. Finally he dragged Sam to the table and placed her next to Hazel, butt over the table's side, long legs hanging down to the floor.


Young women's tiny boobs wasn't something what Mr. Rump wanted right now. He had placed the girls on their stomachs, shoulder to shoulder, only with their butts rounding towards him for easy access. Following the rhythm of the girly pop melody, Mr. Rump slapped one ass after the other. First, there was Evelyn's butt in white jeans, Becca in white panties, Hazel in black jeans and Sam in short shorts.


Mr. Rump pulled Becca' panties down to her knees. Girl's thighs formed a pretty arch, the area around her puffy lips was cleanly shaved. Becca's butt wasn't too big, but it was perfectly round and smooth. Mr. Rump pushed his hand at the pussy, that fit his palm like a little soft ball, and lovingly rubbed it. That felt so good. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Mr. Rump noticed Becca's back rise a bit, as if she was enjoying the pussy rubs too. At once he stopped and stared in silence, but there was no movement now.


Mr. Rump sipped from a beer bottle, then placed that bottle on the table between Becca and Hazel. He was finally convinced, that one or two of the girls was merely pretending to be dead.


"So, listen here, darlings!" he said. "The rules are thus. I'm gonna test each of you for being alive. If you pass, I swear, I will not touch you anymore. All you need to do is be deader than dead."


Mr. Rump approached the leftmost girl, Evelyn. He grabbed the tight white jeans on her butt and tore the fabric apart, then peeled the jeans of Evelyn's little ass. He admired the sight for a while. Just like Becca, Evelyn was shaved, except for a tiny patch of blonde hair above her clit.


Mr. Rump stroked Evelyn's long, wavy hair, admiring it's silkiness. He loved pretty things, and this girl's hair was beautiful. Mr. Rump gathered it together and twisted a couple times, forming in a crude braid, that he grabbed onto. His dick pushed against the soft flesh in the arch between her legs. Evelyn's relaxed butthole was little dark cave with a rozy ring around it. One could imagine that this hole was used to taking in boyfriend's cock regularly.


Mr. Rump grabbed the bottle and poured some beer over Evelyn's butt. His dick pushed up against the girl's asshole. With a sharp thrust he rammed his dick into the hole, while holding onto the girl's hair. The cockhead went in quickly, and sooner than expected Evelyn's ass let him in fully, and they started moving in unison. Miraculously, supposedly dead girl woke up. Evelyn's rozy lips parted and she let out gasps in the same rhythm of Rumps thrusts.


"Ah, ah, ah!"


Evelyn was enjoying the fuck so much, she couldn't keep pretending to be dead.


"Aren't you a little actress?" Mr. Rump muttered.


By her hair he pulled Evelyn's head closer and quickly wrapped the braid around her slender neck. The girl curved her back, she was grasping for air while being impaled with Mr. Rump's dick. Mr. Rump tightened the braid and kept thrusting his dick deeper inside Evelyn's asshole. Soon she spasmed for the last time and went limp, this time dead for real. When Mr. Rump noticed that he was fucking a dead girl, he let her drop on the table. As much as he didn't want to stop, he had couple more girls to test. Rumps dick slid out of Evelyn's lifeless ass. The round cave between blonde girl's little buttcheeks remained agape.


With his pocket knife Mr. Rump cut Evelyn's hair. He twisted the thick lock again, making himself a silky rope to use. He had found one girl who was fooling him. Other girls seemed quite dead, but he was eager to test them.


Next was Becca, with her butt already uncovered. Mr. Rump sunk his thumbs in girl's round buttocks to take a good look at her little hole. Becca's tiny asshole was an almost imperceptible dip in her smooth skin, so innocent and cute. After a sprinkle of beer, Mr. Rump seized Becca's hips. His dick rammed into her hole, breaking the first resistance. Little adorable flesh ring caved in and spread open for older man's dick.


"Augh!" a moan of pain came from Becca.


Just like Evelyn, she had only pretending to be dead.


"Young lady!" Mr. Rump chuckled. "It is so rude to lie!"


He pushed his dick all the way, then pulled back, and shoved in again. With every thrust Becca's cave was giving less resistance. Mr. Rump's hips loudly smacked against girl's soft butt, his balls were slapping her smooth pussy. Becca's body tensed, her hands gripped the edge of the pool table. Her eyes were teary and she was moaning through the teeth.


Mr. Rump wrapped the braid of Evelyn's hair around the Becca's neck. The girl froze either with surprise or confusion. She didn't offer as much resistance as her asshole had. Mr. Rump strangled the girl without much effort, then he pulled his dick out of her ass. Becca's cute hole remained wide open.


"What about you, little rebel?" Mr. Rump turned to the blonde with pixie cut.


Hazel's butt was covered in black jeans. He ripped the fabric apart and peeled the pants off the girl's butt. There was a triangle-shaped valley between her buttcheeks, that narrowed down to her asshole. Again, Mr. Rump splashed some beer on it to make his entrance smoother. This time the girl didn't even need to be fucked. As his dick touched the large tan circle that was Hazel's asshole, the girl came to life. She started sobbing loudly. Still in prone position on the table, Hazel's body was trembling. He tied the cut-off braid around miraculously ressurected girl's neck.


"Don't cry, little princess!" Mr. Rump said. "Let me cheer you up!"


He did just that by shoving his dick up her ass. Hazel's body rose up, as she tried to fight for her life. Nevertheless she couldn't get off Mr. Rump's dick. Evelyn's hair strangled her neck until the girl ceased fighting. Hazel dropped her hands down and, when Mr. Rump had finished strangling her, fell lifeless back on the table. Mr. Rump pushed his body away from the girl. His dick left a round cave between Hazel's dead asscheeks.


Sam was the last girl he had to test for signs of life. Mr. Rump pulled down her shorts, revealing girl's round butt, covered in freckles. Tiny brown wrinkles formed something like a dial around her hole. While Mr. Rump observed Sam's asshole, she unexpectedly came to life.


"Please, don't fuck me!" she begged.


"What was that? Is this little princess alive too?" he responded with a whimsical tone.


"Listen, our boyfriends are out fishing. When they'll return, you'll be in trouble! Just let me go!"


Smiling, Mr. Rump wrapped the braid around Hazel's neck.


"Your boyfriend, was it Owen? I believe, I ripped off that handsome young man's nuts, then stomped them into the gravel. I wouldn't be waiting for him or the others if I were you, little lady."


Mr. Rump tightened the braid around the girl's neck. Sam thrashed her body, feeling the life sqeezed out of her. Involuntarily she was rubbing her naked ass on Mr. Rump's cock. As tempting as it was, Mr. Rump's dick didn't enter last girl's ass. He was a honorable man after all. Mr. Rump strangled Sam without fucking her.


After lifeless Sam dropped down on the table next to her friends, Mr. Rump pondered a little. He decided that there was no shame fucking Sam's ass after she was dead. Mr. Rump grabbed at the girl's freckly hips and pulled the her ass closer. His dick destroyed the dead girl's little starfish and entered her body.


"See that, girls?" he rambled. "That is how a dead lady should behave while being fucked!"


Sam's body was moving, being rammed from the rear. The thrusts became faster and faster, until Mr. Rump shot his load. He emptied his balls into Sam, exhaling loudly. Afterwards he sat in the chair, staring at the beautiful sight before him. Four young dead asses were directed at him, all holes nicely widened, ready for more cocking. Sam's asshole was leaking thick cum, leaving a sticky stripe along her slender leg. He could frame a picture of these four dead kittens.


Mr. Rump enjoyed his beer and the view of the dead college women on the pool table.

He felt his dick harden again.


"The sunset isn't even close, ladies," Mr. Rump mumbled. "And I'm not leaving until dawn."