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Johnny sighed contentedly as he sat down with a bottle of beer. Once again he had gotten away with fucking a preteen. The little slut had wanted it. He had been doing this since he was sixteen, it started with his little sister. At first he had been guilty but then he forgot all about the guilt when he realized how much fun he was having. Eight years and countless of little girls, he couldn’t wait until the next. The fear in their innocent eyes and the pain in their faces really got him going. The one from yesterday had been easy to grab, he had been watching her for a while and knew that she sneaked out of school early before their housekeeper came to pick her up. He had used the opportunity to shove her into the back of his car. Johnny was pretty cocky that no one had seen him dumping her bleeding body beside the road. He dozed off to the memory of the girl’s fearful eyes.
There was something hard pressing on his head, he tried to shush it away but it wasn’t budging. The shock and fear on his face when he saw an angry looking man pointing a gun to his head was evident. He was going to die, after everything he did to all those girls, he had always convinced himself that he was somehow invincible. He didn’t feel invincible at this moment.
“Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house!” He feigned anger even though he was scared shitless. He was alone with a gun to his head and seven huge men in his house, he was terrified.
“You sick pervert. You are going to pay dearly for what you did to my daughter. You ruined her life, she’s scared of her own shadow because of a piece of shit like you. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” The rage in the man’s eyes knew no bounds.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You have the wrong person, please don’t kill me.” Johnny stumbled with his words, the panic clear in his eyes. “Someone saw your plate number when you threw a certain sack out of your car, the number plate was traced back to a certain Josephine Smith, who is your dead grandmother. We also saw the bloody clothes in your washing machine, and my daughter’s bow among them. Was that a souvenir you sick fuck? I’m not going to kill you but you’ll beg for death. I can promise you that.”
Johnny knew he had been caught but the evidence was circumstantial, he can claim he was being framed. “You have no evidence, it wouldn’t be enough to convict me.” The smirk on Johnny’s face made the man even angrier.
“Yeah , I don’t need evidence for whatever is coming your way. Enough chitchat, let’s get on with it. Roody, grab him.”
A huge scary guy who must be Roody motioned to all the men in the room and they grabbed Johnny, tearing his clothes like they were nothing. All the things in the table were shoved on the floor and he was pinned down on his stomach. He struggled with all his might but he was no match for them. “Ian.” The guy with the gun started walking towards the naked Johnny while unzipping his pants. He increased his fight but they were pinning him so hard and tightly he couldn’t move an inch. He felt Ian touching his asshole and started screaming. Roody punched him in the face so hard and told him to shut the hell up. Ian lined his dick to his asshole and pushed, it was so huge and his dick was thick it was hard to get it in. He felt something slimy in his ass and without a beat, something had was shoved in his asshole. Nothing would have stopped the scream that he let out. It was a candle stick, his candle stick. The tears just kept coming as Ian shoved it in and out of him mercilessly. It was shoved out and thrown on the floor callously before his dick replaced it and impaled him with one motion. Ian fucked him faster and faster, telling him to scream like his little girl screamed. It went on for twenty minutes, the pain was unbearable and when Ian finally shot his load, Johnny has never felt so humiliated in all his twenty four years.
His life had always been ok, he had good looks which helped him get some of those little girls to trust him. His dark brown hair, kind eyes and baby face helped a lot, he was on the skinny side but fit so he didn’t seem threatening. No one would have ever imagined that he was a creep when looking at him. He was brought back to reality a slap to his face and the tears started flowing again. “Good news is that’s the last time I’ll ever fuck your ass, I did it to make you feel as helpless as my daughter felt. Everyone else will fuck you for the rest of your life. You can forget life as you know it. My guys will burn down this house of yours, and you see this little bag, it has a dog’s ashes in it, it’ll be scattered in your bedroom and of course we’ll need some of your teeth. By the time we leave this place, you’ll be assumed dead and that you burned alive in your house. Then you’ll be mine to do with as I please.”
Johnny’s struggles started a new when Roody and some guys held his mouth open and Ian clamped his teeth with a pliers. The pain was too much , it was driving him mad as tooth after tooth was pulled out. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He cried even harder when his teeth was burned and taken to his bedroom with ashes. Gasoline was poured all around his house. He didn’t have neighbors for obvious reasons, it was convenient and yet now he wished he didn’t live in a cabin in the lake. He was dragged to a car kicking and screaming as he watched as both his house and life ebb away. He saw the gun in Ian’s holster and wanted to grab it but feared he’d be shot if he tried anything. If Johnny knew what awaited him, he would’ve taken the gun and shot himself in the head. Death was better than his fate.