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ARCHIE AND THE GANG in Sex and Death: Part II
a mkarl extravaganza
[parody, mm/f,f,f, RAPE, SNUFF, ZOO, WS, OTHER EXTREME AND OFFENSIVE
IMAGERY]
Disclaimer: All legal ownership of the characters and their individual, or
group likeness parodied in this literary spoof is the property of Archie
Comics and/or the corporate entity which publishes Archie Comics. This
story is intended only for the amusement of the reader and no financial or
other measurable compensation will be derived for the author from the
writing or Internet publishing of this parody. The story contains many
elements that are not suitable for consumption by any decently moral and
upstanding citizen, and thus CAUTION is extremely advices before you read
on. No one who is legally prohibited from viewing such material under the
laws of their place of domicile should read any further... and certainly,
anyone under the age of consent is strongly prohibited to read any further.
THIS IS NOT A KID'S STORY!
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Archibald "Archie" Andrews
The all-American boy next door. Archie gets into all sorts of hi-jinx but
never actually does anything really wrong and thus he's far too boring to
use in this story.
Forsythe "Jughead" P. Jones
On the surface, he seems to be just an odd sort of boy with a few peculiar
quirks and a pertinacity to be a bit of a girl hater... if people only
knew...
Veronica Lodge
The rich-bitch ice princess of Riverdale. This girl thinks she is just
too-fucking good for anything, but she is just about right to be in this
story.
Midge Klump
Poor Midge... what a cutie. The girl has a real soft spot for the charity
cases such as her chronically challenged boyfriend Moose... you would almost
think she may have given it up if she knew the needs, but no one is going to
bother asking in this story.
Betty Cooper
The blue-eyed, blond, all-American girl next door. What psycho-rapist worth
is salt could possibly resist the yummy delights of such a little angle?
Reggie Mantle
Every barrel has its 'rotten apple,' and among Archie and the gang, that
foul piece of fruit has always been Reggie Mantle. What a perfect boy to
join in on the fun and games.
'Hotdog'
This beast may give the first impression to the casual observer of not being
much of a dog at all, but don't be fooled... end up between his legs, and
you will see just how much of an 'animal' he is.
and now 'ARCHIE AND THE GANG in Sex and Death...'
CHAPTER FOUR
It had been nearly two weeks since Jughead Jones had gotten lucky with
rich-bitch Veronica Lodge. Jughead had to chuckle at the term 'gotten
lucky.' Yeah, he had definitely gotten lucky, but as amazingly wonderful as
the experience had been for him, it definitely wasn't quite so fortunate for
poor Veronica.
Jughead wasn't so sure if he missed the bitch or not. He definitely hadn't
thought going into that date out at the old Karlstrom place, that it would
end with his hands around Ronnie's throat as she gasped her last breath
pretty much the same time he pumped his most mind-blowing eruption of potent
sperm right into her raped cunt. It had really been somewhat of a shock to
the socially maladjusted boy that the stupid cunt hadn't fallen before the
magnificence of his huge cock and become his willing fuck toy as he had
raped her... sure he maybe had gotten a little rougher with the little cunt
in his seduction, than he had originally planned too, but the whole thing
was really just all so fucked.
Jughead sat alone in the booth at Pop Tate's eating his hamburger while he
tried to organize his thoughts... they had been so jumbled ever since he had
finished off Veronica Lodge and drove the little bitch's corpse off to the
trash dump to dispose of her body... initially that Friday evening, he had
been pretty shooken. Sure when he had suddenly decided to kill her, a
sudden adrenaline rush had surged through his body... a small voice in the
back of his head had questioned whether he could get away with snuffing the
reigning teen diva of Riverdale, but he had raped the bitch easy enough...
and the way she was acting like even after fucking her so good with his huge
cock, that she was still likely going to go to the cops... well, it all had
just left Jughead with no second thoughts... at least not when he was
strangling Veronica Lodge to death,
The second thoughts hadn't started until he drove the bitch's car off to
the Riverdale trash yard to dump the corpse. He had opened the trunk and
seen Ronnie just laying there all naked and still leaking some of his
sperm... for a moment regret had seized him, until he had noticed that her
tits and ass still looked great... part of Jughead's original plan for
Veronica was to have her become a willing concubine to him over the long
haul... seeing her fantastic body just lying there all dead and helpless in
the car quickly made Jughead regret that he had only had the one night to
fuck her...
Maybe he shouldn't have fucked her again in that pile of trash, but he
did...
As weird as it was to fuck a corpse, the main thing that Jughead had
realized was that he had preferred her alive and screaming and fighting...
Jughead, hadn't realized just what a turn on it was to have the bitch fight
him and for him to win anyhow.
On the table before the boy was the daily paper... of course, the cover
blurb and front page was all dedicated to the shock the town was in on the
brutal sex-slaying of the local v.i.p. and how poor old man Lodge had been
so heart broken about the whole thing that his heart had given out. it was
too mad, as Juggie really had nothing against the old man, but maybe it was
for the best... or maybe not... it really was all so confusing.
What wasn't nearly so confusing to the boy was his overwhelming desire to
repeat the experience and this time have a hell of a lot more fun with it.
Jughead looked across the room at where the gang was sitting. They had all
been so bummed out since the search party had gone out and found missing
Veronica's body all naked and raped disposed of out in the trash heap...
Jughead didn't necessarily enjoy that he had made Archie and Betty so
miserable, but it just couldn't be helped. Jughead had to accept the fact
that they would all become even more miserable with what he would do next...
he really did need to do it.
The same question that had predated the selection of Veronica Lodge, had to
be answered again... who was going to be the lucky... [no] it was going to
be the 'unlucky' bitch to be Jughead's date this time?
Jughead chewed his hamburger as he continued to look around the room and
consider the candidates. As big a cheating slut as his own mother was, she
was a possibility, but she was such a good cook, and as much as Jughead
wanted to please his cock, he also had his stomach to think about. The new
bitch in town, Cheryl Blossom was a strikingly beautiful red head, and
Jughead did want to see if it was just as red down there, but she was sort
of too new to the scene to really have the emotional importance that seemed
to be of importance to the boy in his selective process. It would be nice
to get rid of that pain-in-the-ass, butt ugly Ethel, but frankly she
wouldn't get raped first...
Jughead really had some good plans to satisfy some desires that he had been
thinking about since the night with Veronica Lodge, and he really wanted a
hot, sexy bitch that he could rape and snuff, and really enjoy himself
with...
In the end it came down to the two finalists from his original list...
All-American blond next door, Betty Cooper, and the sultry sensuous,
brunette bombshell, Midge Krump. While, Jughead did have a hunger for some
blond poontang, final considerations for how losing Betty might effect
Archie swayed the perv's final selection over to hotbody Midge...
Jughead finished his last bites of his hamburger while looking at Midge
sitting there at the table with big, dumb boyfriend Moose... 'it's time for
you to trade up bitch,' the boy smiled to himself, 'unfortunately, while
this will be the fuck of your life, you lucky cunt, part of the reason is
it's going to be your last, so enjoy that milkshake you're drinking cause
tonight its going to be Jughead sperm shakes sliding down your throat.'
With those contrived thoughts, Jughead Jones voiced off a cheerful 'see you
all later' to the gang and headed out the door... he would be seeing a lot
more of Midge Krump especially before the night was done, but first he had
arrangements to make.
CHAPTER FIVE: POOR STUPID TRUSTING MIDGE AND HER EVEN STUPIDER BOYFRIEND
MOOSE
Midge had been a little surprised to get the phone call from Jughead. It
wasn't that he wasn't a friend [sort of] but he was always such an odd kid.
Midge wasn't exactly one of the inner circle herself, but Archie and the
gang always seemed to be up to something, and that Reggie Mantle was always
on her ass [or in her ass, as was the occasion more times than the little
slut could remember] so one way-or the other, Midge was often involved
somewhat with Jughead... and he did seem like a nice enough kid...
especially since he was one of the very few guys in school that wasn't
always hitting on Midge to fuck around behind dumb Moose's back.
... and maybe it wasn't even so much that Midge would have minded Jughead
hitting on her even though she definitely would have turned him down...
Saying yes to Reggie, and Chuck, and Joe, and Ken, and Barry, and even
Dilton were all one thing [or a few dozen things] but even Midge had her
standards and Jughead was just too weird... but he was an okay friend which
was back to why Midge was only a 'little' surprise when Jughead had phoned
her.
In a way Jughead had been pretty smart with the call.
Midge had no idea, of course, that she was being set up for a night of
being raped in such horrible manners that she wouldn't have even been able
to imagine in her worst nightmares, but as totally unsuspecting as she
logically should, have been, Jughead was very skillful in setting her up
without making her the slightest bit more suspicious.
He had been acting a little weird as far as Midge had observed since the
awful thing had happened to Veronica Lodge to begin with, so when he had
called and told her that he had been investigating the crime, it had seemed
to make sense to the girl... you never knew how someone might react to such
a horrific situation... in a way, Midge thought it was cute that the boy
actually thought he could be involved in anything so big and important...
[as much as Midge liked Jughead on one level, for any girl as popular and
hot as she was, deep down, she thought that all guys like Jughead really
were losers.]
Midge Krump had tried to be polite and humor Jughead a little as he had
began his spiel [which of course, unknowingly to her, was set up to make
sure she would be his total victim.] Poor Midge, had thought she was the
one being condensing [even though it was in a nice way,] when in reality she
was just being so skillfully taken in.
Jughead had told her he had found evidence out at the old Karlstrom place
that seemed to indicate Archie Andrews as the sex-killer... Jughead said he
didn't want to believe it and couldn't go to the authorities if he was
wrong... he really needed someone to take a look at the evidence with him to
help him make up his mind. He didn't trust Reggie, and thought Betty
wouldn't be impartial enough... it was all kind of plausible to Midge, even
if she was immediately skeptical that Archie would have anything to do with
killing Ronnie... course Archie was about the only boy in school besides
Jughead who hadn't tried to get into her panties behind Moose's back, so who
really knew?
Midge had protested for a moment that this was too big for the two of them
when she had finally weakened her disbelief enough to consider the
possibilities... Jughead had laid the trump card than asking her to bring
out Moose with her, but not to tell anyone else what was going on just in
case he was wrong to suspect Archie.
And so it was, that just half-an-hour after talking to Jughead on the
phone, the unsuspecting, sexy victem-number-two-to-be, was on her way out to
her would-be sex-killer. If the wrong girl had any concerns about the
situation she was getting into, her belief was that big Moose would be her
safety line... of course, she was a wrong girl.
CHAPTER SIX: JUST A HELL OF A LOT OF KINKY RAPE SEX, AND A FEW KILLINGS
"Just what is this evidence that you've found Jughead?"
Midge Krump wasn't so sure if she hoped that Jughead Jones actually had
found some sort of evidence up at the old Karlstrom place to incriminate
Archie Andrews in the sex-killing of Veronica Lodge or not. On the one
hand, it was almost beyond her belief that the all-American boy next door,
Archie would do anything so monstrous, but on the other hand, if it wasn't
him, then Midge would still be in a situation where she had no clue as to
who had raped and murdered poor Veronica. Midge had been living scared now
for almost two weeks, and she didn't want to be scared anymore.
"Come over this way," Jughead beckoned the beautiful, too-trustingly
foolish, curvaceous brunette, and her pathetically stupid, brutish olf of a
boyfriend. "I found her panties over hear.
Both Midge and Moose followed Jughead over to look under some bush near the
old abandoned farm house, and sure enough, laying there on the ground was a
pair of very expensive looking torn panties. They looked very soiled as if
whoever had ripped them off of the girl who had worn them may have later cum
into them or something.
"Oh-my god, ewww... gross." Midge's heart was beating faster. She had
seen Veronica in the girl's locker room many times after cheer leading
practice of course, and while it was possible that the panties weren't hers,
not to many other girls in town were vain enough to drop that much money on
designer undies.
"It looks like Archie probably used the panties as a gag in Veronica's
mouth when he was raping her from the looks of them," Jughead offered.
"Duh- maybe they are all dirty like that cause he might have pissed on her
face when she had them in her mouth," Moose spoke.
At her boyfriend's comments, Midge almost felt herself get ill to her
stomach. Her own idea that the perverted bastard had jerked his scummy load
of depraved semen into poor Veronica's panties had been obscene enough, but
to even imagine that Ronnie had been subjugated to the lunatic standing
above her and pissing onto her face... Midge couldn't even imagine the
humiliation without feeling a tear of rage well up in her eye.
"No, I don't think the panties are dirty like that because Archie pissed in
them... although, in a way, maybe it would have been better if he had cause
then they could test the DNA and be more sure it was him." Jughead was
enjoying this little game of cat-and-mouse [or was that cat and Moose?]
Actually, Jughead really kind of liked the idea that Moose had unwittingly
given him about pissing on the cunt's face... it was too late to do that to
Veronica [of course] but Midge would soon be learning the subtle intricacies
of being a human toilet. Jughead had to control himself not to smile.
"THIS IS SICK... WHERE IS THE PROOF THAT THIS BASTARD WAS ARCHIE, JUGHEAD?"
Midge was clearly getting a little agitated.
"It's over here unfortunately," Jughead nodded his head to the next clump
of bush, "I just wanted to confirm that these were probably Veronica's
panties here, and they are right?"
"YES, DAMN, whoever did this to her, we have to get them and MAKE THEM
PAY!"
It was very difficult for Jughead to stifle the giggle at all the double
uses Midge's angry, frustrated words were spinning into his head. He may
not have been the smartest guy around, but as a pervert of the first order,
Juggie did know how to 'dirty-up' words and phrases. 'yeah,' he thought to
himself, 'you are definitely going to get the bastard who did this to
Veronica, you little cunt. You are going to get him good and proper. You
are going to get me in that sexy, tight little ass of yours. You are going
to get me deep, between those athletic legs of yours while I pump that
slutty cunt of yours. First though, I think you are going to have to get me
in that yapping, bitch mouth so I can shut you the fuck up. No, you
definitely aren't going to make me pay at all, but you will make me cum in
each and every hole you have, and then you will be a good little girl and
die for me just like VeroniSlut did.'
Jughead was getting more evil by the moment.
As he quickly rambled the perverse thoughts through his head, Jughead led
Midge and her idiot boyfriend over to the next bush where he had dropped the
letter that he had originally written to Veronica to lure the slut out to
her fateful doom. Jughead had a huge erection and was glad he had worn the
tight cup to keep it from being too obvious to Midge and Moose. While, he
was going to easily take care of the dumb brute, it still needed to be done
from a position of trust, because the big idiot was so strong that Jughead
wouldn't stand a chance against him if he got warned ahead of time.
Jughead reached down where he had previously put the paper, to pick it up.
"Duh- don't do that, it could have fingerprints and evi-evidense on it."
It was an amazingly astute observation from big Moose, Jughead had to admit
but, of course, he already had his fingerprints and evi-evidense all over
the paper from when he had originally written it himself.
"I've already picked it up once before I knew what it was," Jughead started
to explain. "I couldn't believe it either cause the handwriting seems to be
Archie's, or at least a good forgery, and it talks about how he must have
made the decision to pick Veronica over Betty and asked to meet out here to
prove his love."
"You should just leave it there Jughead," Midge said. "I don't want to see
it anyhow, since you already know what it says. You are his best friend
though, if anyone knows his handwriting it has to be yours, so does it look
like maybe someone else faked it."
Jughead almost wanted to tell the truth, but he needed his prey
unsuspecting and having the blame on good ol' Archie was the best way. "No,
I really think this look like him, and there is more evidence too."
Just to make this all good, Jughead had stolen Archie's dress watch to
leave at the scene of the crime. Obviously, such evidence would crumble
under the scrutiny of professional investigators, but Midge Krump and big
Moose were not trained detectives, or even mini Scooby Doo mystery wagon
kids, to the shocked brunette beauty, and her muscle bound beefy boyfriend,
seeing Archie's good dress watch laying next to Veronica's torn top over
near the steps to the old house was the final straw.
"Oh my god, Archie did it. He killed Veronica."
"Duh- I can't believe it."
"It might still not be true," Jughead felt it appropriate to stick up for
his best friend despite his delight that the doomed couple had fallen
hook-line-and-sinker for the frame job.
"It has to be him, with that note, and his watch... Oh my god, we have to
go tell the police at once," Midge was very wide eyed and her breath was
funny... it was probably a mixture of shock, and fear, and anger. What the
girl needed was something to calm her down, and Jughead had just the
answer... [at least to his own dreams.]
"You guys are really flustered, I think you need a drink before we go back
to town."
"W-what?" Midge was more than a little surprised that Jughead had the
bottle with him cause she had never know him to drink.
"Duh- I don't know, we shouldn't drink and drive." Moose uttered.
FUCK, it would be so much easier if the big, dumb idiot took the drink of
the drugged bottle.
"It's okay, Moose, I can get you back to where you'll be going, if you
wanted a drink to calm your nerves. I already had mine over an hour ago
when I first got out here and called you guys so I'm already ready to go
again."
Jughead's words sounded stupid back even to himself, but it really would be
better if he could get the big goof drugged.
"Duh-" It was clear that the big guy wanted a drink. Midge didn't need to
be asked twice. One reason that the little town-bicycle had been ridden by
nearly every jockey in town was that she liked the sauce a lot... and if she
ever needed a drink, it was now.
Jughead's lips curled into a slight smile as he watched Midge be the good
little victim and take the drug filled liquor down her throat and into her
belly in several long gulps. The greedy wench's fate was sealed and it
pleased Jughead greatly but still he wanted Moose to do this the easy way.
"Hold up there Midge, leave some for Moose," Jughead spoke.
"Duh- no, Jughead, that's okay. I'd better not."
What a time for Moose to be thinking smart. Oh well, Jughead had a second
plan for such a turn of events.
"I guess you might as well finish the bottle than Midge, if Moose doesn't
want any."
Midge lifted the bottle back to her lips and slugged down a couple more
gulps. It would be more than enough to knock the girl flat on her ass soon,
but in a way, it really didn't matter cause Jughead was going to have to
resort to the messy way of disposing with Moose anyhow, so all the
subtleness of the drugged alcohol was really inconsequential at this point.
"Duh- come-on Midge, lets go back to town now." Moose reached out with a
comforting hand around his shaken girlfriend's shoulder.
"Just a second, Moose, there was one other thing I needed to show you guys
that's really important." Jughead's own heart rate was speeding up and his
palms were suddenly very sweaty as he stepped towards the far side of the
house where he had left his insurance policy. It was weird, how some self
doubt and guilt suddenly threatened to well within the boy, but he really
had no choice but to go through with the deed, even if the prospects of
getting to sex torture cute little Midge Krump wasn't bonus enough.
His hand was shaking just a little as he reached down for the handle of the
gun. but Jughead sucked back a deep breath and than he came up, spinning
around. The looks on Moose's and Midge's face as Juggie pulled the trigger
were priceless.
Moose made the weirdest sound too when the bullet tore through his heart.
Midge's scream was more to Jughead's liking as she watched with horror as
big Moose fell for the final time.
Jughead turned and pointed the gun at the instantly hysterical ill-fated,
brunette beauty. "I guess you need a new boyfriend now, huh slut?"
***
When Midge woke up, the first thing she realized was that she was in some
small space thing, and she couldn't move. The next thing she realized is
that the small space thing seemed to be the trunk of a car that was moving,
and the reason she couldn't move was she seemed to be bound and gagged. It
was a nightmare, but the problem was that it hadn't ended when she had
opened her eyes. Moose really was dead, and she had been grabbed up by
Jughead who had chased her down when she tried to run, screaming at her that
she was going to be raped. When he had tackled her, she remembered him
hitting her again and again in the face while tearing off her top and bra.
When he had smacked the gun down onto her, it was all she could remember,
but now it seemed as if he had finished the process of stripping her naked
and had tied her up and loaded her into the trunk of this car to be driven
off someplace and then to be raped and probably murdered. Midge wanted to
cry and scream, but the drugs in her body were too much, and as the car
continued to drive along, Midge Krump passed back into unconsciousness.
***
"Good, your awake again. You know I fucked Veronica's corpse when I was
dumping her in the trash. It was okay, but I really preferred when she was
awake and could scream as I raped her. You were a pretty good fuck too
unconscious, but now that you are awake, I am sure you are going to be way
better."
Midge was still very groggy. She seemed to remember having briefly become
partially conscious a couple times over the past few hours and having
Jughead on top of her with his... thing inside of her. Certainly, Midge was
no puritan virgin, but there was a big difference between saying yes, and
being so violated. Midge wanted to die... no, she wanted to kill. It was
just such a nightmare.
"Oh my, Midge... if looks could kill, huh? But they can't... at least not
like that bullet I put into big, stupid Moose... do you remember that.
Moose is dead, and it's all your fault cunt. I killed him just so I could
have your slutty pussy."
Jughead was really enjoying being evil.
"It's true... it's true. I want you to think about it Midge... you cunts
are all the same. You never stop to realize the truth, but it's time that a
guy like me made you admit it. Fuck, it is so obvious. Why else would we
have cocks, and you have those little, fuckable pussies and assholes?
Obviously, you like to be such a cockteaser, but you need to learn to be
more of a cockpleaser, although with you, from what all the guys say in the
locker room, cockpleasing is going to be something you are already familiar
with, huh? It will be interesting if you are a better fuck than Veronica
was, cause I really think she was a virgin... guess in a way it was lucky
that I did rape her cause it would suck to die never having been fucked...
not that it would be a concern for you, but don't worry cause I will give
you the same considerations now that you are awake and can better enjoy my
thirteen inches."
Jughead was naked as he spoke to the beautiful brunette, securely tied down
to the headboard and baseboard of the bed. To her own shame, she was
looking at how freakishly out of place, that big thirteen inch cock looked,
standing erect from between Jughead's otherwise small and puny body. So
intent was she in considering the unbelievable freakshow of Jughead and his
huge erection, plus coming back to a rationalized acceptance of her fate,
that Midge hadn't yet even realized where she was until Jughead continued.
"Oh and if you are worried about being embarrassed if mommy or daddy might
happen to walk in to see all the sick, depraved carnal acts you are about to
have done to you, don't sweat it... Daddy is already in the deep freezer and
mommy got the cord of the vacuum cleaner around that slender neck of hers...
after we had a real good fuck by the way."
At Jughead's words, Midge suddenly did realize she was in her own bedroom,
and the way the animal spoke, she knew with a certainty that Jughead had
made her into an orphan. Midge screamed in horror even as the panty gag
stuffed and secured into her mouth with duct tape rendered her soulful
scream of anguish totally impotent. No one outside the house would be able
to hear her, and no one would save her.
"Poor, Midgie... don't be so sad... you won't be missing mommsie or
daddsie, or Moosy for long... we are just going to have some fun fucking for
a few hours and than you can be a good little girl and go see them all up in
heaven. Oh, but we are going to fuck so good first. You know, when I was
waiting for you to wake up, I went and helped myself to a few burgers and
some soda from your kitchen. Raping your cunt mother was pretty hungering
work... You know, as sick as it was I almost considered making a
daddyburger... hmm, I wonder if A Midge burger might be taste when I'm done
with you."
Jughead really didn't have any intentions of going cannibal but the teasing
imagery was humongously powerful to the boy. Still, he really wasn't
planning on going Cannibal, or was he?
"anyhow, remember when Moose suggested that Veronica took a piss onto that
stuck-up rich-bitch face of hers, well... the truth is, that I never did
that to the cunt, but when Moose suggested it, I had to admit that the image
was kind of good... I mean seeing a filthy, cockteasing cunt like you get
all your makeup all smeared and streaked away from a good old fashioned piss
onto the face. In a way, it will be a good way for me to tell you exactly
what I think of you, and on the other hand it will be nice footage for the
video we are making."
Midge hadn't notcied that Jughead had taken the opportunity to set up the
family video-camera on the tripod. It seemed to be aimed right now at Midge
as she lay naked on her own bed. As humiliating as it would be to be raped
and snuffed by this sick, twisted bastard, knowing that he would have a
video which he would watch again and again to get his jollies long after she
was planted in the ground was just horrific to the poor girl.
"Okay now, I would say to open wide and smile for the camera, but chances
are you would be such a difficult little cunt and fight me like Veronica
did, so guess I will just straddle you and take my piss now, huh?"
As Jughead Jones started climbing up onto Midge, she frantically started to
buck. With her legs tied down and her hands secured, her efforts were
totally futile in preventing Jughead from mounting her. The boy seemed in
no obvious hurry to piss on the bitch though as he just took his big cock
and started rubbing it on Midge's face.
"You really are so pretty. You are way more pretty than Veronica, did you
know that? I bet you are a real good fuck too. In fact as big a slut as
you are, I bet you would love this big cock. Did you know I used to sit in
that tree outside your window and watch you with your big dildo? I know you
like it big, but I am the biggest prick in all of Riverdale high. You never
knew that did you? I wonder if you are such a slut, that maybe I wouldn't
even need to kill you. If you were a real good fuck-slave for me, than I
could maybe let you live... would you like that?"
Midge wasn't sure she was hearing Jughead correctly, but than her entire
world had become a waking nightmare so there was so much that she wasn't
sure about. Still, if there was any chance... any chance at all... that
somehow, anyhow, she could somehow live...
Frantically, Midge started trying to nod her head.
"What's this... are you agreeing to be my little pain-slave? Are you
agreeing to pleasure me and satisfy all my desires, Midgie? Maybe you are
just saying that you will be good because you plan to do something to try to
get away. I'm not sure I should even trust you."
Midge pleaded into her panty gag... the words were intelligible. Even
without her worn panties, stuffed into her own mouth, as horrorstruck as the
girl was, she might have been barely able to make a voice, let alone a
coherent pledge to service her rapist, but she had to try to agree.
Anything had to be done, if only to give her the opportunity to somehow get
that gun on the night stand and send this betraying bastard straight to hell
where he belonged.
"Midge, Midge, Midge... I really am in a quandary here... on the one hand,
it's pretty obvious that I should just rape you and snuff you like I
planned, but on the other hand, if you are such a slut to like it, than you
would be my perfect girlfriend. Heck, we could get married, and I would
knock you up so you could have my baby and stuff... It would be very nice.
The question is I think you might just be wanting to get lose to maybe try
to kill me or something with that gun over there that I saw you look at.
Maybe I should take a chance just for the fun of it, but we are going to be
very careful and you are going to have to prove yourself before I decide not
to kill you, do you understand?"
Midge nodded again... maybe there was a chance.
"You know, it is damn hard to piss with a hard-on, and I am definitely
going to piss into your mouth... maybe to prove yourself, what we will do is
I will take those panties out of your mouth and let you show me what a good
little cocksucker you are. I will blow my load all over your face and than
wash you good with a piss... as long as you don't do anything stupid like
trying to scream or bite me, than I will trust you."
Midge kept nodding. As much as the idea of actually sucking this freak's
cock sickened her, it was something she knew she would have to do if there
was any hope to make the animal pay for killing everyone she loved. Midge
would do anything to get her revenge.
Jughead peeled back the tape which was caught a little in Midge's hair.
She couldn't help but feel a little of the pain even tough it was all so
minor in the grander scheme of the situation. When Jughead pulled her
panties out of her mouth, Midge resisted the urge to scream. She could see
that the animal was ready to stifle her if she tried anything and her
greater chance would be gone. Instead of screaming, the helpless teenager
worked her mouth to try to wet it again after having the panty gag had dried
her out.
"Tell me, that you are a horny cunt and want to suck my big cock," Jughead
commanded.
Midge knew she had to say it. "I'm a horny cunt and want to suck your
cock."
"My big cock. Say you are a horny, slutty cunt, and you deserve to be
raped and want to suck my big delicious cock."
Midge wanted to spit up into the boy's taunting evil face, but all she did
was repeat the words Jughead had commanded her, "I am a slut horny cunt and
deserve this being raped. I want to suck your big, good cock."
"Close enough bitch. I want you to really enjoy this for the camera though
so when I put it up on the Internet everyone will know you really did
deserve it. Make sure you tell me lots while you suck me off how good it
is, and beg me to cum all over your face."
With that, Jughead Jones risked his cock, between Midge Krump's pretty red
lips, and deep into her somewhat unwillingly, wet, cocksucker mouth. Even
though Midge wished she could bite though, she knew she couldn't and so that
brunette beauty sucked the cock of her rapist. The bastard who had already
raped and snuffed her own mother.
Of course, it wasn't long at all before Jughead was ready to shoot his
other weapon. He reached down and gave Midge a pull of her short hair to
let her know it was time to take her facial.
Midge just begged for Jughead to cum all over her face as the bastard
pulled his cock clear from her cocksucking lips and aimed it back at her
upturned face. She heard him command her to keep her mouth open even as the
first splurt of disgusting rapist cum splattered into her eyes. Midge had
always kind of enjoyed having some dirty boy cum all over her face, but
willingly suffering the facial degradation was far different than having
some animal do it with such explicit intent of complete disdain. Even as
she realized how symbolic this submission was on her behalf to hold her
mouth open, Midge had no choice but to take it and swallow.
Jughead was pleased... better yet, with his cock now half-hard, Jughead
could finally take his piss... of course, he wanted a production.
"Okay, that was a good, little cocksucker... you like sucking cock don't
you?"
"Yes, I like sucking cock." Midge had to humor the bastard.
"My cock was the best ever, wasn't it you slut? I bet you have sucked a
lot of cocks too haven't you. Have you sucked more than 100 cocks?"
Midge wasn't sure what answer Jughead wanted but he was such a pervert and
seemed to want her to be a total slut, so she decided to say, "yes, your
cock is the best ever. I sucked more than 100 cocks but yours was so good."
Jughead did like the words, especially when they came from the mouth of a
beautiful girl who had just sucked him off, and was now covered in his
sperm. "You are a very filthy girl to suck so many boy's cocks Midge... to
suck so many cocks, I bet you started when you were just little. I bet you
even sucked your daddies cock when you were just a little babe didn't you,
cunt?"
Midge didn't want to say anything bad about her poor father, but what
difference did it make? "Yes, I sucked daddy when I was just five years
old. I love to suck cock. I suck so many boys cocks when I was little. I
sucked men's cocks, big cocks, small cocks, dirty cocks, Jewish cocks, and
even nigger cocks. I loved all the cocks."
Midge was going for broke to try to get Jughead's trust so she could
somehow get freed to grab the gun and kill him.
"Oh you dirty slut... you really do need to get cleaned. Tell me you want
to be my toilet now you bitch and I will piss in your mouth and than I will
let you free."
Midge thought she might be sick, but she had gone so far... too far to stop
now.
"Yes, I am just a filthy whore... I am a dirty toilet. I like for a boy to
piss in my mouth like I deserve. Daddy always did it to me Jughead. I bet
when you were in the tree spying on me, you saw daddy come into my room and
tell me to get on my knees like a good little toilet, didn't you. You saw
how much I was such a toilet."
The words came surprisingly easy to the fear-shocked girl. If Jughead
hadn't known better it may have been possible to believe they were all
true... than again, he couldn't be sure they weren't. Not that it really
mattered. It was his thrill to actually use the bitch as a filthy toilet
that the boy now wanted to experience and that was exactly what he did.
Jughead had drunk a lot of soda and he had a lot of piss as he started to
soak Midge Krump all over her cute, little face.
Amazingly, Midge didn't break back into tears, and actually managed to keep
her mouth mostly opened as Jughead pissed onto her, even though she was
still squeezing her eyes tight from when Jughead had shot his sperm into
them. Jughead aimed around to make sure he piss-soaked Midge good and wet,
although it was hard not to just it all into her mouth. When he half filled
her, he ordered is sexy, human toilet to 'flush.'
Midge was absolutely humiliated when Jughead had finished pissing into her
mouth and making her drink it down into her belly. Plaintively, she spit a
bit to try to rid herself of the taste, before she tried to voice her most
submissive tones to ask her 'master' to release her now that she had proven
herself.
"No, bitch, I can't do that, I wanted you to suck my cock, but I'm still
going to snuff you after I get done torture-raping you."
Midge started to try to scream but the pillow over her face quickly shut
her back up. As her breath left her body, she wondered if she was going to
join her mom and dad, and Moose and Veronica, but the night was still young,
and Midge wasn't going to be lucky enough to get off that easy yet.
[More to cum very soon]
sorry, ran out of time today, but the story has taken a bit of a meaner
twist than I had originally thought it would. Midge still needs to get
tortured quite a bit, and she will get partnered up with Hotdog, for fans of
the zoo stuff... I have a couple other surprises I am considering,
Everything with her will be wrapped up by the end of the next chapter...
then we can finally get on to Betty.
I am sort of new at this horror stuff and if anyone wanted to send me
suggestions as to how to make the story better, I am happy to take the
advice at mkarl2000@hotmail.com
Also, this seems to be my most disturbed story ever [which is saying
something] so as always, anyone wishing to damn me to hell, save my soul, or
just take pot shots at my creative talents is also welcome to write me at
mkarl2000@hotmail.com
I really so appreciate anyone taking the time to mail me and commit myself
to sending a courteous and meaningful reply to everyone if possible.
Friday, June 30, 2000
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