Rated: NC-17

Kristina screamed called, “Fuck me!”

“I’ll fuck you hard and good if you let me tape this bitch.” He said.

“Fine, but I’ll want a copy so I can watch it and learn for this.” She said.

He went over to his dresser and pulled out a video camera and turned it on as he stared into it seeing a naked Kristina.

“Are you going to fuck me yet?” she said.

“Why don’t you let me tape you naked doing stuff to yourself?” he smiled.

“I don’t know what to do.” She said as he stepped closer to her.

“Spread out your legs wide.” He said as Kristina did exactly what the man told her to do. He position the video camera right at the in between of her legs. The video tape was rolling as he told her to take her fingers and played with herself. Her fingers danced inside her as he was filming it all. He could see perfectly inside and how the fingers were rubbing as she started to feel something.

"Now rub your breast." he said as he moved the camera to focus on her lovely breast. Her hands circled around her warm skin as she pressed harder and harder. He caught every second of herself touching and feeling her body. She kept on feeling her inside and her breasts as he set the camera up on his desk so that camera was facing the bed. Finally, he came back to Kristina as he went straight into her again with his tongue.

Reaching around, the sweat from Kristina dripped off screaming. Her voice yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The tongues twirled inside reaching further and further inside making her extremely sweat. There was a mission inside of her as rage grew inside of the man. He started to bite as Kristina screamed and tried to close her legs.

Aggressively his arms forced her legs out again and pushed his hands extremely far into her. Screaming in pain she yelled, “Fuck me until I die. Harder bastard! Make me bleed.” She screamed. He did exactly what she wanted, his hand danced evilly inside her pushed harder and harder. Kristina grew tears as she kept on repeated, “Harder, don’t stop.” He was getting tired with his hand, so he stopped for a second and Kristina grew angry. “FUCK ME HARDER! GET BACK IN THERE!” she yelled.

He was getting angry with her as she wanted to feel more. So he did the unthinkable and Kristina was shocked. Spreading her legs out even wider, he reached under his bed and took the mental bat and slowly shoved it inside her. She felt the coldness of the bat as her legs shook but she kept them spread out. Carefully, he twists and turns the head of the bat deeper and deeper inside. Everything was still on tape. “It’s feels great, but please just shoved it up inside of me.” Kristina said.

Pushing harder, Kristina started to sweat more. “Harder!” she screamed. The man was confused but didn’t want to upset her so he did exactly what she said. The coldness spread inside of her, as the pressure was about to burst. Her heart was racing as she whispered random words, “Fuck, Harder, More, Don’t stop! Fuck.” The bat was in deep as he was ready to pull it out, but Kristina flipped out, “NO! DON’T STOP! HARDER, YOU HAVEN’T GONE HARD ENOUGH YOU BASTARD!”

Making him passionate he did it, he shoved it right into her as she screamed in such terrible pain as blood started to appear on the bat. “You’re bleeding.” He said.

“I don’t care.” She whispered as she was losing her breath.

Not thinking the man was obsessed with Kristina and couldn’t turn her down. She whispered again, “Harder.” And so he did that, he pushed as gently as he could on the bat further into her but more blood came down as she started to blink her eyes back and forth as she was losing her life again. The man didn’t stop, the bat pushed farther and farther when suddenly it couldn’t go anymore. Kristina pasted out, as blood was dripping everything. Slowly he tired taking the bat out but it became stuck. He freaked out when he realized Kristina was pasted out.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” he yelled. Reaching her neck he felt a pulse and she was barely breathing. He grabs the video camera, stopped it and took the tape out. He put it and placed it into a black bag as he called 911. “I found a hooker in room six at the Port Charles bar. She unconscious and needs an ambulance.” He hung up the phone as he left naked Kristina with a baseball bat stuck inside her on his bed.

The man disappeared away with the tape as Kristina laid hopelessly to die. About ten minutes after the call the police and paramedics rushed to the room. “Oh my God!” the police officer said. Quickly, the paramedics reach over to the bed and check her pulse to see if she was alive. She had a pulse as they stared at the bed. “Sick bastard.” The police said as he looked around the room for evidence of the man.

The male paramedic carefully touches her skin above the bat as he saw the bleeding. “We need to get this out of her and fast.” With rubber gloves on his hands, he carefully placed his hands onto the bat. Cautiously, his fingers slide inside her feeling the blood as he search for the top. Every second, he stopped and carefully turns the bat trying to release the bat but it wouldn’t turn. “Can you spread her legs wider?” he asked the female paramedic as she made her legs as wide as they could possible be. The man’s fingers were slowly moving when finally his whole hand was inside of her and he felt the top. Now, he wrapped his fingers around the bat and gently tapped it out. Finally, the bat was moving when Kristina stopped breathing.

“She’s not breathing.” Some yelled.

“Bag her but do not start compressions.” The male paramedic said as he was removing the bat. It took longer than he thought and blood was rushing out. After about twenty minutes of patience the bat was removed as red blood covered the bed.

“She lost her pulse.”

“We have to stop the bleeding. No compressions.”

The girl handed him thick blankets like towels as he shoved them inside her.

He put about four or five inside her as they lifted her up onto a stretcher and took her to the hospital.

She arrived at the hosptial again dying as she was flat line.

Next Chapter:

Flat Line