When there is trap set up for you
#1 of Snuff Stories
Okay so he wants to read so Snuff? Warning this is extremely graphic and offensive to some people (Just not me). DO NOT read if you are easily upset by Rape, Murder, Or Gore. Okay now that the warnings out of the way I hope you like the story. Any comments are appreciated. P.S. Brownie points if you understand the title.
When there is Trap Set up for you.
Andrew sighed while driving down the long dirt road ahead of him. It had been a long day of traveling and he severely needed to unwind. He was traveling from down south to meet some of his relatives for the family reunion that was held every year in Batesville. He was an average snow leopard, though there were not many snow leopards to compare to. His kind was rarer among the ethnic groups of the country. That might be why his family held such a high regard for family. His grandfather before dying of a heart attack, God rest his soul, was an amateur genealogist. He traced there family line all the way back to Sudetenland, or Bohemia as it was called then, in the sixteen hundreds.
The song changed on the radio snapping him out of his lofty day dream. He was listening to some classic rock station, and the disk jockey wasn't all that bad at picking out songs. "Hello I love you won't you tell me your name"? Andrew started singing along with the song knowing all the lyrics by heart. "Hello I love you let me jump in your game".
"Thump, Thump, Thump"! A series of loud nocks in his trunk alerted him to his precious waking up.
He paid little attention to it though as he could see the gate he had been looking for come up the next turn. He stopped outside the gate, pausing a moment to turn down his radio before getting out of the Tiburon he was driving. He got out of the car and suddenly felt the muggy weather of Arkansas hit him like a thunder storm. He felt the grass move through his exposed foot-paws also; he liked the feeling that's why he wasn't wearing shoes for this part of the trip. He stepped over to the gate and unlocked it with the key his friend had given him. The land was some disused hunting ground that his friend used to hunt on until he had his accident. His friend had been hunting and accidently dropped his gun, it went off and killed him, God rest his soul.
He pulled on through the gate, and then proceeded to lock it; he didn't want to be disturbed. He drove through a little way to a small pound with a little knoll on one side of it. He parked his car on one side of knoll and rolled down his windows. He turned the car off and got out to open the trunk. He could still hear the thumps, though they were slightly lesser than before. "Poor girl" he thought to himself "she's not going to have any energy for the fun". In a flash he opened the trunk and pulled out a young vixen. She was in her early twenties and had the typical brown fur and white belly. She was wearing a pretty pink shirt and some blue jeans.
The vixen was screaming harshly, though the sound was much muffled from the gag he had put on her.
"Hey, hey calm down foxy, you're going to hurt your voice if you keep doing that". He dragged her along the knoll by the lake. She was trying to get away franticly flailing with her arms bound behind her back. He had no trouble dragging her; he was nearly two meters tall, and she one and a half if even that. He threw her to the ground and watched her almost bounce from the impact. Her head fur was streaked from all the crying she had been doing.
After she regained her sense from being thrown to the ground she got up and tried to run. Andrew grabbed her, preventing her escape. "Where are you going girl were just getting to know each other". He hit her on the temple with the back of his hand and watched her fall the ground again. He dropped down to her level and put his hands around her neck. He slowly choked her watching as she struggled more franticly.
"What's wrong you don't like this? That makes me so sad I think it's a lovely place for to people to meet for a midnight date". He stopped choking her and looked out across the lake to watch the sunset. He grabbed her head and turned it to the sun.
"See it's just so beautiful, just like you lovely". He hit her in the head again and got up. He kicked her and walked to his car. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out some cassettes looking for a nice one to play for his guest. He shuffled the tapes until one accidently fell to the floor.
"Fuck". He grabbed it from the floor and read its label. It was a mixed one a friend had made for him.
"This'll work just fine". He pushed it into the player and some Hendrix came on.
He walked back out to where the girl was. She saw him coming and tried to get up, but he saw this and kicked her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Hope you like Jimi Hendrix lover; I thought this song would be appropriate; after all you are such a foxy lady. She was still holding her stomach where he kicked her.
He pulled her up and started swinging her around wildly. "I love to dance don't you my vixen. It just makes you feel so free. They danced together for the whole song and fell down near the lake when the song was over.
The next song started promptly, and Andrew knowing what was coming started to sing with it. "Well she's fashionably lean, and she's fashionably late". Andrew suddenly ripped her cloths apart with his claws. He sliced through her plain gray underwear to. And finally saw her tantalizing sex. He leaned down to sniff it. Her sent drove him crazy; she smelled of fear and despair. Her smell made him feel like he just dropped some acid and everything became more lucid. He slowly licked her delicate folds, wanting her screams to have pleasure in them.
He suddenly got up to her eye level and looked lovingly at her. "You are such a twentieth century fox baby". He licked her, under her frightened eyes. He leaned up to her left ear and whispered.
"You want to hear a joke, right? Well how's this one? Are you related to Van Gogh, because you look a lot like him"?
With that Andrew took her ear in his muzzle and bit through it with his sharp incisor teeth. He ripped her ear off and spitted back at her while she screamed in pain.
"Why didn't you laugh? I mean I thought it was funny, but you know what. Of all the girls that I've told that joke to no of them ever laugh, it's just a fucking shame isn't it".
Andrew started to lick the blood flowing from the mangled piece of flesh that was once her ear.
"You taste so good babe, like hot, kinky, submissive sex. I love you but I have to get back on the road if I want to get to the hotel I booked. So how bout we finish this up lover"? She screamed in his face writhing with newly found strength.
"You agree with me? That's great hold on let me get something out of my glove box". Andrew made a quick dash to his car and got a meter long piece of nylon rope out of it. He got back to the girl quickly and lied down next to her in the grass.
"You just look so adorable with one ear". He moved to her mouth and started licking her as he slowly brought the rope around her neck.
Andrew reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his throbbing member and placed it next to her entrance. She wasn't very wet though so he had to get lubrication.
"Honey you're not wet, and I don't want to hurt you, but I don't have any lube. Oh! I know what we can do". With that he reached up and bit off her right ear with one quick motion. She screamed violently at this. He brought his hand up and scooped the blood of her ear stump and onto his cock.
"There we go all nice and slippery".
He started to choke her with the nylon in his hands while he thrust into her with his blood soaked member. He bit through her gag and heard her scream before pressing his mouth against hers. He pushed himself in and out of her like a feral animal. He choked her tighter and tighter, seeing the life slowly drain out of her.
"Yeah baby struggle a little. I just want to taste your final breath. Just breathe into me you foxy diva". Her struggling got less intense as he increased the thrusting of his hips. She exhaled one last time before she stopped moving. At that Andrew reached down to her neck with his mouth and ripped out her throat drinking her blood as he pushed his barbed member into her. As he lapped up the blood he came inside of her quickly dying body.
"You're such a good fuck you sexy vixen" he said at the dead body.
Getting up he took off his bloodstained cloths and changed into fresh ones from his car. After changing he got into the car and drove off, having to hurry to meet his hotel reservations, from all the fun he had.