{ASS} The Tiny Toy .. by PRED 3/3 (The long-awaited finale)

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3

Rachel Bernstein didn't die that night like I'd planned. When
I awoke, she was still suckling my cock. I had to take a shit, so I
sat up, placed my face over the mattress hole and felt her lips pucker
against my sphincter. I relaxed my bowels and let loose three thick,
piping hot logs of hard, steamy shit. She devoured them like Bob
Evans breakfast sausage, and I could hear her smacking her lips when I
was done. When I got up and looked down the hole, she was licking the
shit-smear from her lips like it was chocolate frosting.
"It's time for you to go to work, cunt," I told her as I
pulled her out of the mattress.
She hugged my knees and kissed my cock. "Can't I just stay
here and get raped?" she begged.
I shook my head. "No, I've got shit to do today. Now let's
get you showered off." I dragged her in the bathroom and threw her in
the shower. Then I turned on the cold water and held her under the
freezing spray while I poured bleach over her skin. When I was done,
she was an absolute mess of peeling, flesh. I dragged her out of the
tub, back into my bedroom and threw her in my closet. "Stay put til I
get back, you filthy kike cunt."
"Yes," she mewled meekly as I slammed the door. I went
downstairs and found Eric and Tony slam-fucking Darcy and some other
teenage cunt. Darcy was very pale and didn't look good at all, but
she was still riding Eric's cock like a cock-zombie, her tongue buried
up Tony's asshole while he fucked his prey. I recognized her from the
miniature golf course. She was one of the ball girls and couldn't
have been more than 14. She was totally unconscious, and like Darcy
she was banged up and bloody. I bent over her, whipped out my dick
and pissed on her pretty young face before going into the kitchen.
From the kitchen drawer I withdrew a pair of scissors and then
found some yellow scrap paper. I cut out a large 6-pointed Star of
David, and with a black magic marker I wrote Juden in the center. I
went back upstairs and dragged Rachel out of the closet. "You're
going to wear this on your uniform today," I told her. "Today and
every day for the rest of your life. When anyone asks you why, you're
going to tell them it's because your filthy kike Cancer Cunt. Do you
understand?"
She nodded and smiled as she took the star from me. "Does
this mean you'll keep raping me?" she asked.
"I'll do WHATEVER the fuck I want you diseased Jewish freak,"
I spat in her face. "Is that clear?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I have stuff
to do."
She kept smiling, got her clothes together, pinned her star
on, and staggered out the door. I took a shower myself and got
dressed. When I got back downstairs, Darcy and the miniature golf
cunt were gone. Eric and Tony were shot-gunning some brews, and I
poured myself a screwdriver.
"Hey, you're fucking Cancer Girl now?" Tony asked as he lit a
J.
"Yeah," I answered.
"That is so fucking awesome," he replied. "Eric told me you
Dped the living shit out of her last night. He said he thought she
was gonna croak on your asses."
"Yeah," I nodded, "but the little kike freak wouldn't snuff.
God, I could almost feel it .. but it slipped away. Fucking crazy
thing is, she's seeming to get stronger the harder I fuck her." I
paused. "I just need to get a little more brutal, I guess. I've been
taking it too easy on her diseased ass. Man, you don't think I'm
getting soft, do you ..?"
They didn't answer for a few seconds. "Hey, man, I thought we
had her," Eric finally answered me. "I just .. I thought you could
have been a little .. you know .. rougher. I kind of felt you holding
back when we had her on the ropes. I mean maybe it was my
imagination, but .."
"FUCK!" I slammed my screwdriver down and punched a hole in
the wall. "I am! I'm getting fucking soft. I had a chance to fuck
that kike Cancer Cunt to death, and I couldn't close the fucking deal.
I FUCKING HAD HER! God damn it I want to rape her dead, make her
fucking pay for being such a hideous fucking ugly diseased freak!
Just looking at her makes me want to puke. Just thinking of all those
people feeling sorry for her and being 'touched' by her pathetic
condition just makes me want to ram my fist up her cunt and tear out
her tumor-covered heart. GOD I FUCKING WANT TO SEE HER ROTTEN KIKE
CORPSE impaled on my hard cock. FUCK!"
I stormed out of the apartment in fury, cursing myself as I
headed down to the beach. It was shortly after 10:30AM, and things
were starting to pick up a little. The bar wasn't open yet, so I
couldn't get a drink. Then I thought of some coffee. I needed to
check on my little kike Cancer Cunt and make sure she was obeying the
rules.
When I entered the Café Orange, I saw her immediately. She
was seated at a table out on the back patio with Clarissa another cunt
and the manager, a light-skinned nigger named Brian. This ought to be
fucking hilarious. I ordered a cup of Kona and sauntered out onto the
patio. When the cafe cunts and Brian saw me, they flashed me serious
daggers. Yes, this was going to be fun.
"Hey, Cancer Girl!" I smiled as I ambled over to their table.
"Um, excuse me," Brian stood up and blocked my path. "We're
having an employee meeting here .. a private meeting."
"Oh, really ..?" I smiled, pushing him aside and sitting down
next to Rachel. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Cool star!" I
commented, pleased she was wearing it as I had commanded.
"You're sick," Brian jabbed a finger in my face. "You leave
Rachel the hell alone, do you hear me?"
"Yeah, right," I laughed in his face and turned back to
Rachel. "They giving you shit about wearing your star?" I asked her.
"Yes," she frowned. "They don't understand." She looked up
at Brian and the cunts. "You don't understand!" she snapped.
"I understand that this sick bastard is fucking with you,"
Brian fired back. "Look at you. Look at what he's done to you."
"What have I done to you?" I asked Rachel point blank. "Come
on, Cancer Girl, why don't you tell Uncle Tom here what I've done to
you."
"He's fucked me!" Rachel sneered. "He's fucking and making me
cum like fucking crazy. He rapes my sick kike ass and I drink his
piss and eat his shit. I love my Star," she spat back proudly. "It
means I'm his filthy little kike Cancer Cunt rape toy. That's what
makes me happy. To get FUCKED and treated like a whore .."
"Rach, listen to yourself," Brain pleaded. "This sick jerk is
using you, he's hurting you .."
"He's fucking me, you asshole. For once in my fucking life
someone is treating me like a sex object and fucking me like a whore.
That's all I fucking want. I could be dead in ten minutes.
Yesterday, I never even felt like a had a cunt. Now that's all I
feel. I have a cunt and I'M GETTING FUCKED .. better than any of you
bitches," she spat at Clarissa and the other café slut.
"Rach, please .." Brian begged.
"Please what? Go back to being everyone's charity case?"
"It's not like that, Rach," Brian kept at her.
"Oh really?" Rachel spit in the mulatto's eye. "And how is it
then, Brian? Tell me HOW it is. Are you going to take me away from
him? Are you going to whip out that big black dick of yours and fuck
my cancer cunt, you fucking hypocrite? Huh, nigger? You going to
fuck ME?"
"Rachel, come on .."
"Because if you're not, then quit flapping YOUR IGNORANT
NIGGER LIPS!" she didn't even let him finish.
I laughed in the shit-skinned pretty boy's face and sipped my
Kona. "She's got you there, caramel?" I snickered.
"Fuck you, man!" He got up and assumed a fighting posture.
I arched my eyebrows and chuckled.
"Sit down, nigger," Rachel suddenly snapped at Brian. "You
aren't man enough to fuck me. No one's been man enough to FUCK ME and
treat me like a filthy whore except him," she draped her arm around
me. "That's why I'm wearing this Star, and that's why I'll continue
to wear it as long as I live. And you can't do a fucking thing about
it. I mean what the fuck are you going to do, Sambo? Fire Cancer
Girl? Hey, that's an idea. Why don't you call your boss up right now
and tell him your firing poor dying little Cancer Girl. Maybe that'll
get you employee of the month. Jesus, no wonder everyone thinks all
you niggers are so stupid."
Brian just stood there quaking in rage and confusion.
Everyone was silent. Then I noticed an elderly couple walk out onto
the patio and take a table. Time for more fun.
"Hey, don't you have to hit the head?" I asked Rachel.
She looked at me curiously. "Um, I guess so .."
"There's a nice spot," I said, pointing to where the old farts
had just sat down. "Right over there."
She nodded, stood up, and started clattering over to their
table on her crutches. Brian tried to stop her, but she bit his hand,
and he backed off. We all watched mesmerized as Cancer Girl
approached the couple, pulled down her panties and squatted down on
the ground right at their table. "I'm a filthy little kike cancer
cunt," she beamed up at the mortified octogenarians as she began
spraying a stream of hot piss on the cement.
"Oh, my God are you all right?" the old woman exclaimed while
her husband just sat there and stared. "Are you sick?"
"No, I'm just Jewish," Rachel replied. "We're just filthy
little degenerates. Hitler had the right idea when he tried to kill
us all. See my star? I'm so proud to where it. It means I'm just a
subhuman kike cunt. I'm dying of cancer, too, which I probably
deserve because I'm just a Jewish whore. My boyfriend calls me Cancer
Cunt. He has a big hard dick, and he's trying to fuck me to death so
I die with his hard cock buried in my diseased fuck hole. Do you want
to rape and abuse me, sir?" she asked the old man. "I'm sure my
boyfriend wouldn't mind. You can piss and shit in my mouth, too, and
I'll eat it up." She stopped and just kept looking at them so
innocently that it made their blood run cold.
The woman suddenly spewed out a spattering of puke and grabbed
the man's arm. The man just kept staring at Rachel as his wife pulled
him away from the table and out of the café. I started laughing my
ass off, and Rachel looked over to me and started cracking up, too.
Of course, Brian was over there in a heartbeat, his shit-skinned face
fuming and his cue-ball eyes all bugged out.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Brian shouted at
Cancer Cunt.
"What does it look like?" Rachel squatted over his feet and
started pissing on his Air Jordans. "God, you niggers really are
dumb."
"You .. GET OUT NOW!" he bellowed. "You are fired. I have
witnesses. You are fired NOW!"
"How big is your dick?" Rachel ignored him. She reached up
and stroked his bulge through his khakis. "I've never seen a nigger's
cock before. Is yours big?"
"Get your hands off me," Brian tried to slap her fingers away,
but she dug her nails into his crotch and held on like a tigress. He
yelped, and struck her in the face. Her neck snapped back and blood
leaked out the corners of her mouth, but she held on even tighter.
"Come on, nigger, let's see what you've got," she snarled.
Tears started streaming down his face as she unzipped his fly. "Hey,
who wants to see me suck off the nigger here?!" Rachel called out to
anyone in earshot.
"Let go of me!" Brian struck her again, but she didn't let go.
She just smiled and tore down his pants.
"That's it, nigger, beat my filthy kike face in before you
give me that big black dick," she cackled as he kept hitting her and
trying to break free. "Come on, nigger, beat your kike Cancer Cunt
whore."
Her loud voice had now attracted the attention of people
inside the café, and a few of them filtered outside to see what the
commotion was about. What greeted their eyes froze them in wide-eyed
fascination. Some sickly, cancer-stricken freak girl was wrestling a
nigger's stiff cock out of his shorts while he beat her about the head
like a crazed pimp.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" a big, pot-gutted,
white yuppie hollered as he crossed the patio, rage in his eyes.
"It's all right, sir," Rachel answered. "I'm just a kike cunt
dying of cancer." The man stopped cold at the sound of her chirping,
obscenely chipper voice. "Brian here is my nigger pimp. He beats and
choke fucks all us girls here in the café if we step out of line. I
asked him if I could get out early today for chemo-therapy treatment,
and that pissed him off. So now he's beating me and making me suck
his big black dick in public. I'm just his kike whore, so I deserve
it."
"Well, okay, then .." the yuppie nodded his head slowly. "As
long as you're Jewish. I mean I wouldn't want this nigger here
beating on a real white girl."
"Do you want to beat me, too?" Rachel looked over at the man
with imploring eyes. "You look like you could really pound my filthy
Jewish ass good. I'm dying of cancer, too, so you don't have to worry
about being rough with me because I could die any day now anyway."
The man just stared at her, not knowing what to say. "Come on, take
out your dick and at least piss on me," she goaded him. "I bet you
always wanted to piss on some filthy Jewish whore." The man kind of
nodded and stroked the crotch of his shorts. "That's it, stud, whip
it out!"
"Stop .. please .." Brian whined, not even trying to fight
Cancer Girl anymore. She had managed to work his caramel-colored dick
between the fly-flaps of his boxer shorts. It now stood at a rigid
eight inches as she raked her fingernails across his brown balls and
yanked them out through the fly hole, too. "No .." he whimpered as
her diseased lips suckled the golfball-sized head of his shit-colored
dick.
"Come on, nigger," she hissed at him, digging her fingernails
into the soft skin of his brown balls. "I thought all you niggers
were supposed to be such bad-ass motherfuckers. Don't you even know
how to choke fuck a kike ho' PROPER!" she mocked the black-speak she
was always hearing on MTV. "Come on, nigger," she scratched his
scrotum until she drew blood. "Quit being such a pussy. All the
white boys are watching. What are you some kind of faggot, can't even
choke fuck a kike Cancer Cunt." She bit down hard on Brian's
shit-brown dick helmet, and he screamed in pain.
"YOU FUCKING JEWISH CUNT!" he finally snapped. "YOU FUCKING
DISEASED, DYING CANCER CUNT JEWISH KIKE WHORE!" He grabbed her
emaciated shaved skull by the ears and rammed her mouth down around
his hard, brown dick. "I'll show you how a NIGGER fucks that kike
throat of yours. You're fucking dead, you diseased slut! I'm going
to punch a hole through the bvack of your neck with my black dick.
You hear me, bitch? You HEAR ME?" Her eyes smiled as the black
manager throttled her throat with the inhuman savagery of a jungle
beast. "Jam that cock up her nose, white boy," he hissed at the
yuppie. "This little Jewish whore wants to get banged, I say let's
mess her sick ass up, good."
The yuppie nodded and thrust his six-inch pink pecker into
Rachel's right nostril, trying his best to tear the hole open further
and literally cave her bald head in with his dick. "Take that, you
little kike freak," he grunted as he pounded his dick into her nose.
For a second, I caught Rachel's eye as she glanced over at me.
She was positively radiant as they abuse her cancer-ravaged face. The
nigger and the yuppie were using her just the way she liked. A crowd
had now begun to develop out on the patio, but no one stopped the
impromptu entertainment. A buzzing whisper passed through the crowd
as every newcomer learned that the Cancer Cunt being manhandled was
Jewish. The lily-white Breakers patrons just smiled to themselves,
then, and continued sipping their lattes and cappuccinos while they
watched with carnal curiosity. The men stroked their cocks through
their shorts, and the cunts fingered their pussies through their
designer bathing suits.
"You aren't man enough to fuck my ass, nigger," Rachel
challenged Brian between throatfuls of his brown dick. As she spoke,
long streams of spittle and pre-cum oozed from her lips, and snot
poured from her nose as the yuppie pounded more of his meat into her
nostrils. "Neither of you are man enough to double fuck my cunt and
ass!"
"FUCK YOU, KIKE!" he yuppie growled. "Come on, nigger, let's
rip this little Jewish whore apart!"
Brain said nothing. He merely lifted Rachel up, threw her
over his shoulder like a bag of white trash and walked over to an
empty table. "Ooo, don't rape me, please .." Rachel giggled as her
manager slammed her down hard on one of the glass tables.
"We're going to piledrive the little kike cunt," Brian told
the yuppie. He stood up on one of the chairs so that he was standing
over Cancer Girl. He then pressed her shoulders against the tabletop
and tossed her legs over her head until her body was bent like a
hairpin. With her ankles touching each ear, he thrust his thick brown
fingers into her diseased asshole and ripped apart her sphincter.
The yuppie looked on, grasped the plan and stood up on the
over Rachel's bent body. Facing Brian, he dug his hands into Cancer
Girl's pussy and tore open her pussy lips like he was opening a
zip-lock baggie.
"See how far you can spread that Jewish pussy," a middle-aged
woman in the crowd offered a suggestion as she pulled up a chair next
to the table where Cancer Girl was being mauled.
"Yeah," a man chimed in, "see if you can punch your fists up
her pussy and asshole at the same time." He pulled up a chair now,
too, and suddenly all the patrons were laughing and taking seats
around the show.
"You know," I piped up from my table. "I heard the little
Jewish whore talking about the Holocaust a few minutes ago. She was
saying we all still haven't paid for murdering six million Jews. She
said all the white people in the world should have to pay every Jew a
million dollars a piece, and that all the rich white people should
have to give up all their homes and possessions to Jews. Isn't that
right, Cancer Girl?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rachel answered, picking up on my train of thought.
"All you rich white people owe us Jews everything you have. I think
all the Jewish lawyers should just start suing you all so we can get
all your stuff. I always wanted a boat," she added. "Who here has a
boat they want to give me as payment for the Holocaust?"
"Fuck you, you yid cunt," a fat, red-faced man with an Irish
accent snapped. "I'll show you payment." He stood up and dragged his
chair over to the table. A second later, he was standing on the
chair, his big pink belly and stout four-inch prick looming over
Cancer Girl's mocking face. "Shut your filthy Jewish mouth, you
whore!" he hissed, driving his thick short dick between Rachel's
pursed, slobbering lips.
The patrons clapped and laughed as the man began to savagely
butt his cock into the sick girl's shaved skull. Meanwhile, Brian and
the yuppie had split her diseased fuck slots to their maximum widths.
In tandem, the two men jammed their respective cocks deep into the
cunt's emaciated Jewish body. "This one's for Farrakhan," Brian spat
as he skewered Rachel's cancerous cunt with his shit-brown rape spear.
"Fuck that," the yuppie sneered at Brian. "This one's for
Adolf fucking Hitler."
"Hey," I piped up. "Let's hear her say 'Heil Hitler' while
you rape her."
A murmur of assent went through the crowd, and the Mick
cock-pounding her skull pulled out just long enough to allow Rachel to
gasp: "Heil Hitler!" before he resumed. For the next fifteen minutes,
the Breakers guests sipped their froofy coffee drinks and watched the
dying Jewish girl get gang-raped with an inhuman brutality that would
have made Eichmann proud.
"Rape the Jew!" a young guy in the crowd cursed. "Rape the
JEW!" he continued as others joined in with the chant.
"Heil Hitler!" Rachel continued to shriek every time the Mick
withdrew his rabid cock from her gasping mouth. Other men now stood
up and pulled down their shorts, and soon an army of hard white cocks
were lined up to take their vengeance on the filthy, Jewish cancer
cunt spread out like veal calf on the table before them.
With very dick that pounded into her bony, brittle, pale frame
- one after another after another - Rachel Bernstein, the kike Cancer
Cunt seemed to grow stronger and more vibrant. Her voice was
shrieking "Heil Hitler" so loud that patrons along the beach heard
her, and came idling up to the Café Orange to see what was happening.
Finally, someone alerted the Lakeside Police Department about the
disturbance, and as I heard the sirens I cut into the festivities and
pulled Rachel away. I wasn't about to let my tiny toy be taken from
me.
I managed to extricate her from the scene and cut through the
back of the resort while the police streamed into the café and bar
area. A few minutes later, we were back at the girls' dormitory where
she lived. The dorm was for minors only, and I was not allowed
inside, so I dropped her off at the entrance and headed back to my
place for a nap before work.

4

"Oh my fucking God!" I couldn't help but gasp under my breath
when I saw Rachel walk into the bar that night. Her once pale ashen
skin now displayed a healthy, rosy hew. Her legs seemed so strong I
doubted she even needed the crutches anymore. Her once emaciated body
now seemed merely lean, not thin and sickly. Was it my imagination,
or had her tits even began to grow? With her bald head and wide, doe
eyes she was actually .. NO! I dropped the Long island Iced Tea I had
just mixed. The glass clattered to the floor, and Jerry looked at me.
I never dropped a drink. I never lost my cool behind the bar.
I was a machine, like Tom fucking Cruise in "Cocktail." My hands were
shaking, my whole body trembling. "I need some air," I snapped,
practically bolting from the bar and out the backdoor.
I was alone in the calm silence for only a moment or two
before Cancer Girl burst through the door and threw herself at me.
She kissed my lips and nuzzled her shaved head against my cheek like a
kitten. "Hey, baby," she purred. "Let's fuck."
"I .. I'm working," I stammered.
"Oh, come on, that's never stopped you before." She stroked
the Jewish Star on her chest. "Come on, rape your filthy little kike
Cancer Cunt .."
"I've got to work," I pushed her away.
"What's wrong?" she whined. "I want to get raped. I want you
to abuse me." She took out a pack of Camels from her purse and now
confidently lit one.
"Not now," I looked at her, trying to regroup. Something was
wrong here, something was definitely wrong. I was supposed to be
snuff-fucking this cancer cunt, and instead she was getting stronger.
Hell, she was FUCKING thriving. I was spooked, and I don't get
spooked, especially by cunts.
"Let's go find a dog," she offered. "I've always wanted to
fuck a dog .. or a horse. They have horse stables here. I could find
some real hung stallion and .."
"Listen," I cut her off. "I'm .. not feeling well, okay ..?
I think it's food poisoning. I had some mussels earlier, and .. I'm
going to take off."
"Do you think you'll be better tomorrow?" she asked. "I
really need to get my diseased Jewish cunt raped again. God, that was
so fucking awesome today, all those men just treating me like a filthy
kike whore, just abusing my sick freak body. All that anger and
hatred, it was soo hot. I fucking came like twenty times while those
guys gang raped me and made me say Heil Hitler."
"That's great," I replied.
"I love you so much," she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "You
should go home and get some rest if you're sick, so you can rape me
good tomorrow. I need you to rape me hard every day until I day.
Remember our deal, you rape me to death so that the last thing I feel
before I die is your hard cock abusing me like the filthy Jewish whore
I am."
"Um, yeah .." I agreed, looking to the backdoor. "I gotta get
going. I'm about to puke here, okay ..?"
"Sure," she kissed me again. "Let's go. I want to get in my
little cage inside your mattress. That way I can suck on your cock
and you can piss into my mouth all night. I can always eat your vomit
and diarrhea, too" she offered.
"Umm .. sure .. we'll see," I stammered as I walked back
inside with her following right behind me.
I experienced two firsts that night. One, I had a willing
rape toy at my disposal and I had no desire to abuse her. And two,
even if I'd had the desire I couldn't have consummated it. My famous
Ever-ready cock battery had no charge. I felt nothing as Rachel
crawled inside my mattress and took her rightful place. Even pissing,
shitting and puking into her mouth didn't stimulate me. For the first
time I could remember in 25-odd years, I went to sleep with a limp
dick bathed in a cold sweat.
That night, I had nightmares .. happy laughing couples making
love under amber sunsets in lush fields of succulent clover. Children
skipping and playing over fields of tall grass with nary a predator in
sight. I saw myself old and in a large room with an old woman at my
side, looking adoringly into my eyes while a crowd of our children and
grandchildren encircled us in the cozy warmth of love.
I woke up screaming. "What's wrong, baby?" Cancer Girl asked
as I hoped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. "You don't have to
go the bathroom, honey," she called after me. "Please use my mouth as
toilet .. please .." she whined.
I slammed the door and turned on the cold water, splashing it
on my face and trying to reassemble my life back into some kind of
coherent order. * You're supposed to be dying, * I cursed at her
through the closed door. * I'm supposed to be fucking you to death.
What the fuck is wrong? * I stood there and stared at the mirror for
what seemed hours before I finally broke away, opened the door and
staggered back into my room.
As I flopped back down on the bed, Rachel's lips snapped back
around my limp dick, sobbing softly as they failed once again to bring
me to an erection. My mind filled with terrifying images of domestic
bliss, I drifted once more into an uneasy sleep.

The next several days saw me doing everything in my power to
get our relationship back on its original track. I tried everything
to get my legendary dick to return to its ruthless, inhuman state, but
to no avail. I whipped my toy until she was a bloody, pulpy mess, but
she only seemed to rejuvenate minutes later with an even healthier
sheen to her once pallid complexion. I starved her, and she put on
weight. I let roving bands of drunken men gang rape her like packs of
ravenous wolves, yet she would emerge from beneath them positively
glowing. Then the horrible news struck.
REMISSION!
A routine visit to her doctor confirmed it. He'd never seen
or even heard of anything like it. Sudden and total spontaneous
remission from terminal bone cancer in its most advanced stages. A
fucking MIRACLE! To make things worse, the more I pushed Rachel away
the more she clung to me, begging for further more depraved abuses. I
was a wreck. Impotent, unable to concentrate behind the bar. I
consulted a doctor myself, and he indicated I was suffering from
severe stress. I had always been able to relieve stress by cruelly
abusing stupid cunts. I fed off their destruction. Now Rachel's
resilience was sucking the very life from me.
I needed to do something. This couldn't be happening - not to
ME!
Over the next few weeks, things at the Breakers began to
change, too, at least among the female employees. Some of them, in a
show of support for Rachel's remission, began wearing 6-pointed Juden
stars. Then the craze caught on, and everyone started wearing them,
not as badges of shame but banners of triumph. I was heralded not as
a sick inhuman monster, but some kind of healing savior. Word spread
that I was really a decent guy who had finally 'learned to love' with
the pure-souled little Cancer Girl. The cunts who had before feared
and desired my Rotweiler cock treated me like a harmless puppy now.
PEOPLE CALLED ME SWEET! Cunts talked about my relationship with
Cancer Girl like the feel-good movie of the summer.
RACHEL BERNSTEIN HAD MADE ME A FUCKING JOKE!
No one does that to me .. and lives. I realized then what I
needed to get my manhood back. I needed to accomplish what I had
originally set out to do. I needed to fuck Cancer Girl TO DEATH.

It was the middle of July already, and time was moving fast.
Rachel was getting healthier every day,a nd I needed a plan. Then,
one afternoon, I was flipping through the channels on my TV when I
caught a documentary on the holocaust. I watched in rapt silence as
they detailed the gassing of all those stupid Jews. Then I knew what
had to be done.
That's when I started building. Neither Eric nor Tony asked
me why I began sealing up our shower with an airtight wall of glass.
Neither did the question me when I began buying huge canisters of CO2,
installing them beneath the shower and running hoses up into the
showerhead. Days later, my little project was done.
I invited Rachel over that same day, and she looked positively
radiant with health. For the first time in weeks, I felt my cock stir
with real strength as I thought about what she was about to endure. I
kicked her in the back of the legs and forced her to her knees. She
stared at my shorts and smiled when she saw the bulge.
"Finally .." she gasped. "I thought you were going to be sick
forever."
"I'm not sick anymore, cunt," I hissed, pressing her
trembling, rosy cheeks into my hard bulge. "And it's time for you to
pay for what you did to me!" While she squealed in delight, I dragged
her into the bathroom. When she saw the newly-modified shower, she
knew something was up and licked her lips in anticipation. It had
been such a long time since we'd played "rough" together that she
expectantly awaited whatever depravity my twisted mind had concocted.
* STUPID CUNT, * I laughed to myself. * You won't be laughing after
I'm through with you. *
I threw her inside the shower, then pulled a scuba tank from
under the sink. I put the scuba tank in the shower, fit the face mask
over my mouth, and closed the airtight doors of the shower. Then,
while she watched in confusion and anticipation, I cranked the faucet
on. A whispering, wheezing sound crept through the enclosed pen from
behind the wall. She could sense nothing else, however, as the
odorless, colorless, tasteless gas seeped into the airtight stall.
My cock was raging at his full, tattooed glory. I rammed it
in between Rachel's quivering lips, goring her tonsils and windpipe,
driving my merciless dick-tusk forward until blocked her air passages
like a cork in a bottle. Then I held my cock there for a minute,
counting the time with 60 taps on her bald skull. She was used to
this. I had mastered mouth well, and she could take a cock crammed in
her throat for almost two minutes by now. What she didn't know as she
patiently and joyously choked on my hard prick was that suffocating on
a cock-meat would be the last of her worries in a few minutes.
When I reached the one-minute mark, I released her head and
let her slide down my slick, tattooed dick shaft. She came up for air
coughing and sputtering spittle and pre-cum. She took a deep breath
and then another and then another, her eyes bulging out in horror with
each successive gasp. She turned up to me in terror when she realized
the truth. I cackled through the scuba mask and rammed her howling
mouth down around throat-throttler again.
Now I choke raped that pathetic Cancer Cunt with two week's
worth of pent-up cock fury. I pressed her bald skull up against the
wall of the shower and pinned her there while I power-fucked her mouth
with every last reserve of rage, loathing and cruelty I could muster.
I thought of all those cunts who had called me "sweet," all those
cunts who had worn their Juden stars just like Cancer Girl, all those
cunts who thought I was some kind of fucking savior. I heard the back
of Cancer Girl's skull go splat. I could feel her head grow mushy as
I drove my dick harder into her pathetic, gagging, pleading mouth.
"FUCK YOU KIKE CUNT! DIE DIE DIE!" I baited her through the
scuba mask while tears streamed down her face. Sadistically, I pulled
her mouth off my cock-hammer and let her gasp frantically for air that
wasn't there. I felt her grow colder and weaker in my grip. The rosy
glow disappeared from her cheeks and that ashen pallor which had first
attracted me finally returned.
She sucked in more CO2, and tried desperately to break free
from my hold. She managed to slide out of my grasp for a moment and
crawl between my knees. She pounded the glass with her tiny fists,
and I lifted her up so that her narrow bony ass was poised right at
the tip of my rape-saber. Her cries curdled into gurgling, gagging
groan as I sliced between her narrow ass-cheeks and thrash-fucked her
hard into the glass stall doors.
All the noise brought Eric and Tony running into the bathroom
to see what all the ruckus was about. When they saw Cancer Girl's
howling face flattened against the gas while I brutally ass-savaged
her in a scuba mask they shrieked in laughter. Eric left and dragged
in his chubby fuck-toy Darcy so she could watch the show. She busted
out in giggles, too, and as Eric and Tony double-teamed her and
watched me suffocate-rape Cancer Girl to death.
Inside the stall, her thin brittle disease-ravaged body was
growing colder and stiffer as I slam-fucked her hard into the glass
wall. I heard her ribs crack and felt her body begin twitching in a
series of spasmodic death throes. I was doing it. I was bash-fucking
her bony ass to death. I was FUCKING DOING IT, and it felt FUCKING
UNBELIEVABLE. Her shriveled sphincter convulsed and pulsed around my
relentless dick-dagger. Her tiny body writhed about in a spastic fury
while it rode my hard, hungry cock to a cardiac arresting orgasm.
I had brute-fucked her bony ass into a heart attack. I rode
out every pathetic fibrillation as she fought for what remained of her
pitiful life. Then, I looked out into the bathroom and caught our
reflections in the mirror.
THE CUNT WAS SMILING. THE KIKE FREAK WAS SMILING. She caught
my eyes, and shot me a look so full of love that I vomited inside my
scuba mask. "I want to die with you inside me, raping my worthless
kike cancer cunt .." I heard her mooning inside my mind. Then I
realized the truth .. the HORRIBLE FUCKING TRUTH.
I reached out for the lock on the stall door and snapped it
open. A second later we plunged onto the cold tile of the bathroom
amid the laughter and cheers of Eric, Tony and the cunt they were
thrash-fucking. I heard Rachel gasp for air and felt her hugging my
knees. "I love you .." she gasped before I picked her up, and carried
her into my bedroom.
I hurriedly dressed her and myself and listened to fighting
for air in her broken lungs. When we looked presentable, I Dragged
her downstairs, threw her into my car and screeched towards the
hospital emergency. I couldn't let things end this way .. NOT this
way.

Epilogue

"I'm afraid it's bad news," the doctor looked grimly at
Rachel's parents and then to me. We were sitting in the post-op
waiting. Her parents had come as soon as they learned Rachel was in
serious condition.
I told the doctors I'd stopped Rachel from committing suicide
with a tank of CO2. I described how she'd tried to run away and
fallen down the steps. No one asked about all the vaginal and anal
lacerations and bruises. Her parents knew we were fucking. She'd
told them proudly about her "wonderful boyfriend." Her parents were
actually fawning all over me, the guy who was fucking their freakish,
diseased daughter. They guy who "truly loved her."
I let them live under their misconception. They were filthy
rich like all Jews, and I could smell some serious green after all
this was over. It was about time someone got some of that kike money
besides the rest of the yids.
"The remission stopped," the doctor droned on. "She's gone
into full relapse, only this time its worse. Along with the
suffocation from her suicide attempt, she's experienced cardiac arrest
and a stroke. The fall injured her internal organs, as well. It's
only a matter of time. She's been drifting in and out of
consciousness. She could go into coma at any minute. If you want to
speak with her, I'd suggest doing it now."
We all nodded and walked into Rachel's room. She looked like
a tiny broken toy lying there, tubes and cathodes attached to every
inch of her pallid, ghastly flesh. She smiled at her parents and then
saw me. She started beaming, and with the last of her strength she
beckoned me over. I looked at her parents with confusion, but they
pushed me over to her. I bent down and put my ear at her lips.
"Get them out of here so you can rape me til I die," she
whimpered pathetically.
"No," I smiled, whispering into her ear so only she could hear
me. "You're a disgusting freak. Who the fuck would ever even want to
touch you? I hope you linger here dying for years, no one touching
you, no one doing anything but looking at you with pity." I pulled up
my head and looked in her teary eyes. "And I mean that .. from my
heart," I said aloud.
She gasped, and then closed her eyes. I stepped back. "Is
she ..?" I asked the doctor.
"No," he shook his head. "She's slipped into a coma. I don't
think she's coming out of it." He turned to her parents. "Do you
want me to disconnect her. These life support machines could keep her
alive for weeks, maybe months. In most cases, it's actually more
merciful to let the patient expire naturally .."
"Rachel's a fighter," I interrupted. "She was supposed to die
weeks ago, and she pulled out of it. She's beaten all your medical
science once, and she could do it again. What she told me just now
was that she wanted to live. She wants you to do whatever it takes to
give he a fighting chance. As long as you keep her heart beating and
her lungs working, she has that chance. That was her wish."
"But .." the doctor started.
"You heard the man," her father nodded. "He knows my girl
better than anyone. Keep her hooked up to these machines as long as
you can. Spare no expense. Just keep her body alive. If anyone can
fight back from this, my Rachel can."
"Okay," the doctor shook his head, looked at me oddly and left
the room.
"Rachel loved you," her mother sobbed into my shoulder. "She
told us al about you. Consider yourself part of our family from now
on. What's ours is yours, do you understand? Don't ever hesitate to
ask us for anything?"
Her father put his hand on my shoulder to reiterate his wife's
offer. I managed my best mournful gaze, and stood there listening the
mechanically-stimulated beat of Cancer Girl's heart, the artificial
respiration of her puny lungs. I thought about that a boat parked
right up on the Breakers Marina .. my boat. I'd call it The Rachel,
and it would attract little teen cum dumpsters like the Backstreet
Boys' tour bus. "I ..I could never ask you for anything," I feigned a
heartbroken stammer. "I..It just wouldn't be right .."
"Shhh," Mrs. Bernstein soothed my brow. "It's what Rachel
would have wanted."

FINIS

To be continued in "Feeding Anorexia", The Lakeside trilogy, part II.