My Korean hottie should have been an actress, as she was gonna pretend to be a date-rape victim.
I'd finished my curry-and-rice thing, and already paid, just nursing a soft drink, when Boh came in. She ordered a plain rice-and-something, and another cola drink, and then got up to use the bathroom. I got up, pulling the hood of my nondescript sweatshirt over my face to hide it and, using my body, poured the liquid contents of a little vial into her drink as I walked by.
Liquid contents, sure! Distilled water from the grocery store.
When she got out of the restroom and went back to her table, Box looked up and winked at me.
I left the little restaurant, and waited in my car. Through the restaurant's window, I watched her eat a small meal and drink her doctored soda. She paid, and then went outside.
Just a few steps away, she started to sway from side to side, and stagger a bit. The girl was a fine actress, but I still worried about her.
I pulled up beside her, in my rented-wreck ugly car, and got out. I opened the backseat door and pulled her in, carefully laying her down on the back seat, with a pillow under her head.
I'd paid for the car in advance, in cash, and did the same for the mom-and-pop motel, just a couple of blocks away. No cameras, no records. I even had on latex gloves so I left no fingerprints. I'd outfitted the rental car with phony license plates, on cardboard. Nobody would be able to trace me.
She was staggering and babbling, doing a fine acting job, just in case someone was watching. I hoisted her over one shoulder, and got her inside, then dumped my hottie on the bed, already turned back.
She lay there, snoring a little, eyes almost closed (but not quite), and trying really hard not to giggle.
Then I had to strip her, just like a real rapist would. It was work! Work? You try to get a woman's clothes off her completely relaxed body, while she give you no help at all and still giggles as you grunt and sweat.
As per 'instructions' I had to cut, tear and rip the material of her blouse, skirt and underwear.
Wanting to be sure I slid 'way in on the first thrust, I lubed up my straining, raging iron rod, and positioned my cock right at Oh's vginal entrance to her little pussy.
The head went in, but then met with resistance. She was still a virgin. I humped back, and then thrust hard into her. The resistance parted, she moaned aloud, and I jammed my meat deep into her little Asian bitch cunt. Deep and hard, 'way up inside, as she groaned and moaned. Then I started pumping in her, watching the little boobs bounce. Bounce 'cause of me and my hard fucking cock.
I banged my girl for ten minutes, while she moaned and humped back at me. I finally screamed and came into that delicious tiny body.
I pulled my cock out and looked down. She'd bled out a lot, and the blood was mixed with my jizz. That drove me crazy, 'cause she was moaning and drooling. I got right back up hard, and I fucked her again, but this time, came all over her face and tits.
Grinning, I pulled on my clothes, not even bothering to wash off my dick. I looked at her one last time, lying there in a pool of sticky cum and blood, no more virgin, I should guess.
I left my calling card, a roll of bills in her pocket and a packet of safety pins in a little envelope (but no fingerprints), then opened the motel door, and walked out. I closed the door on my girlfriend, wondering what she'd do net, when she had to phone her relatives, back home.
I got in the rental-wreck car, drove a few blocks away, and then got out, removing the cardboard car license plate and tore it up. Then I drove back to the rental place, and dropped the keys off in the night slot. Two blocks up the street, I got back into my own car, and drove home.
At home, at night, I started chewing my fingernails down to the second joint. What if Boh was really hurt? What if her roommate-spy had reported back to her Dad? What if ...? What if ...?
Somehow, I fell asleep on the couch, around midnight.
I woke up to my doorbell being pressed, over and over. Looking out the peephole, I couldn't see anybody, so I snatched open the door, ready to cuss out the bastard who was pranking me.
No bastard was there, just a tiny 4' 9" Korean girl, standing there, grinning like a photo-shoot spotlight. She was dressed in the safety-pinned rags of a white, buttonless blouse and a damaged skirt. She looked gorgeous.
I snatched her in and picked her up, burbling and crying, as she laughed and giggled. Then she jumped up on a chair, so her eyes were nearly on mine and said, "Cut crows off!"
"Huh," I answered.
"Take out knife. Cut everything off, so never can be worn again. Make into pile of rags, den throw out rags. Do it right now!"
With my sharp pocket knife, and moving much like in a dream, I sawed and cut through her skirt, as she slowly turned, cutting the material into a spiral, and then again and again, into patched scraps of cloth. She was nude underneath. Then the ripped and torn buttonless blouse, as I cut it off her turning body. She wore no bra. She was naked under the back of my blade. She kicked off her shoes and I turned them into rubber and cloth scraps, and sliced her thin socks into cloth rings.
She was nude, hot, sexy and alone with me in my house. My cock, starting to grow with the stripping and the cutting, rose to its full length.