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       Smithereens

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       She was the sweetest little number you would ever hope to see and she wasn't even young. I'd gotten to know her at the home decorating outlet she owned and she was forty two with two grown children. But man was she sweet, about five foot one and maybe a hundred and five pounds and almost no fucking tits, no bust at all.

       During the hot summer months, when I'd drop in more than necessary for her (un) needed expertise, she'd often wear a tank top under a light open sweater and the contours of her flat tits drove me crazy. That's why I decided I wanted her and that I had to have her because I wanted to fuck her across her nipples which I figured comprised most of her breasts. Of course I'd cunt do her good too but her tits really got my juices going, plus she was genuinely beautiful. Even with the minimal make up she wore, she was facially, stunningly pretty and gorgeous with the biggest pure hazel eyes and sweet genuine smile you could ever encounter.

       Everyone who encountered Chris liked her, especially the men.

       Part of her business was in-home consultations and that was how I'd set her up for the snatch.

       Chris never knew my real name

       It wasn't Bill.

       It wasn't Jim either.

       Jim was just a name I'd hat picked.

       I always paid in cash so there was no paper trail. She was coming to a private consult at a country estate. She thought she was getting a chance to quote on a major re-decorating job worth over thirty thousand dollars.

       It was eight am, early, as that was supposedly the only hour the new home owners could spare the time to see her. They were presented as very rich with many demands on their time  and this was a new country get-away for them. The property had just sold and they wanted to get on with the changes they needed right off. At least that was the ruse.

       I had watched the real estate ads carefully, for several months, and the house had immediate occupancy, which, of course, meant it was vacant. I was familiar with how the lock box system worked but as it turned out, I didn't have to go that route. I used tape on a basement window and cracked it first and then broke it and gained entrance.

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       The alarm system was non-functional. I'd found that out inadvertently when I spoke to the listing agent posing as a prospective purchaser's agent. She told me I didn't have to worry about the alarm right now, since it was malfunctioning and needed upgrading. How totally fucking perfect. Some kidnapping sites are made to order, although they have to be diligently sought out. I suppose they call it doing your home work or due diligence.

       It all went just like clockwork and Chris was driving up the long winding driveway, to the hidden main house, in her silver Audi.

       My heart was fucking pounding like a jack-off hammer.

       Her world was about to unravel and explode.

       She marched smartly to the front door, looking all around at her surroundings, obviously impressed with the three million dollar home. She was looking for any cars too but mine was hidden on the grass behind the house by the inground pool.

       She eagerly rang the door bell.

       I took in a deep breath and opened up to confront her.

       To fucking surprise her.

       'Chris. Chris, oh hi, Chris.'

       'Jim. Jim? What are you doing here?'

       She was completely surprised to see me which was so perfect.

       'The Marshalls had to leave really early for the airport for a flight to England. They asked me to fill you in for them. At least to get you started. Didn't they tell you? They told me they had.'

       'No. Not at all. How do you know them?'

       'I referred you to them in the first place. I gave them your name. Didn't they tell you that either?'

       'No. No, not at all.'

       'Well that's rich people for you. I guess so much on their minds they forget the important things, like the little people.'

       I laughed even though it wasn't much funny and got Chris relaxed too. She was over her surprise to see me there and didn't smell any bit of a rat but she was still out side of the door leading into my trap for her.

       I fucking needed her sweet ass inside.

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       'Come on in. It's a magnificent house and they have a lot they want you to do. They've just bought it and I don't think the real estate sign's down yet.'

       'No. No, it's not and it doesn't say it's sold yet.'

       'Oh yeah, the agent's supposed to come by shortly to put the red banner across the sign. I guess it's good advertising selling a house for this much. And she always checks on the house.'

       Chris was relaxed. Another person would be coming by shortly so that was an extra safety factor. She crossed over into the front foyer and I closed and locked the door gently and quietly behind her.

       She was looking all about at the work she envisioned she'd be quoting on and I looked her all up and down looking at the parts of her I'd be working on. She was dressed for the heat wave we were in. A flimsy Chanel top, sleeveless, and a just above the knee cotton fitted skirt. She fucking still had no tits and I wanted to bite onto them right there and then. Fuck the charade and sex set up, just go for her tit meat and fuck the cunt out of her skirt.

       But I didn't. I took a really deep breath and told her I had to use the bathroom for a moment. I retreated there, locked the door and got my cock out. I spanked it and told it to behave and pinched my nipples hard a few times and was ready to go get her.

       She was there, just a few feet away. Completely alone and vulnerable and all I had to do was pluck her.

       I was back to face her, face to face.

       'Oh, that's better. So what do you think? Some job. Some big job.'

       'You're not kidding, but what is it exactly they want. What are they expecting me to do?'

       'Well, let's go into the kitchen. There's a table and a couple of chairs there and we can get specific.' I had my briefcase with my pistol and handcuffs in it plus some other sundry kidnapping apparatus.

       She settled in and so did I and now it was time to slowly, spring my methodical trap.

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       'So Chris, before we get started on the house, remember the talk we had about your cousin who had a gambling problem?'

       'Yeah, that was quite awhile ago.'

       'Yes, you're right. So how's he doing? How did he make out?'

       'Not very well. He lost his house and business and I think he's separated now. So not very well, I'd say.'

       'Oh, that's too bad. It seemed like he might win.'

       'No but, why did you ask? I'm surprised you even remembered him.'

       Now it was time to start in earnest.

       'Not really because you see, I have a gambling problem too.'

       'You? No. No way. You're far too conservative for that. Besides didn't you tell me you have five kids? What about them?'

       I had none and no wife either.

       'I'm sorry to say, I'm not kidding. I wish I was. God how I wish I was.'

       'I'm really sorry to hear it Jim. I wish I could help.'

       'Well, I suppose you can.'

       She was genuinely surprised, 'Uh? What? How can I help?'

       'Well it's part of why you're here.'

       'What, the Marshalls know about your problem too? How does it involve them?'

       'No. No, it doesn't.'

       'So what about why I am here. What was that about?'

       She was starting to whiff a suspicion.

       'Fine, give me a moment to give you some background.'

       'I really don't see how it concerns me but I suppose I can spare a few moments if you really want to tell me. But I don't think I can help you.'

       'Thanks, I appreciate you listening.'

       Chris was a little less relaxed but didn't smell any true danger yet.

       'So I gambled and lost at the casino and then had to borrow from some guys to cover my losses there. Except the guys were the mob. Not the Italians, but the Russians and they can be ruthless. The worst kind.'

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       'You owe money to the Russinn mob? Like loan sharks?'

       She was pretty much incredulous as it sounded like the stuff of movies or TV or internet story posting sites.

       I nodded my head like I was really burdened by it.

       'How much? What do you owe them?'

       'Seventy-five thousand. Seventy-five thousand dollars.'

       'Oh my God. How'd you lose so much?'

       'Easy, I guess. Once I got hooked and kept trying to win my losses back.'

       'Yeah, that's what my cousin did but he never ended up dealing with crooks. And they are crooks, aren't they?'

       'You might say that. You can definitely say that because they want me to do something illegal to erase my debt to them.'

       'For seventy-five thousand it must be pretty illegal if they'll write the debt off for whatever you have to do. It's not rob a bank is it?'

       'I wish it were that simple.'

       'So what do they want and how can I help?'

       'These guys, they don't just launder and loan money. They're into all sorts of other things. Stuff, like prostitution and drugs and internet porn.'

       I watched for her reaction to the last item and she didn't even seem to flinch. So if she did, it was just on the inside.

       She'd be flinching plenty soon though.

       'They sound like a fine bunch of guys. Why don't you go to the police? If they've threatened you.'

       'That'd be a perfect way to end up dead.'

       'I suppose you're right, so what are you supposed to do?'

       'The internet stuff, the porn stuff, are you familiar with bondage?'

       Now her antenna were wired and up. This wasn't a conversation she was going to want to have.

       'Well yes. Most people are, not personally though.'

       'I know, of course but they have numerous web sites, pay sites devoted to it, bondage and S & M and they always want new faces and models to feed their sites and to keep their paying customers coming back for more. Always more and more better.'

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       'Yeah, that makes sense in their world, I guess, but you'll have to find a way to pay them that you don't have to involve yourself in that stuff. You could get hurt.'

       Wasn't that just fucking delicious? Just the richest thing?

       She thought it was me who was going to get S & M'd.

       'No, not quite. What they've told me is that if I don't want to get killed, if I can't pay the money, which I can't, I have to find a new fresh face to recruit to make some videos and picture sets for them, for their sites.'

       'Uh, what? They want you to recruit for their stable of models or victims, as I suppose a lot of those women are coerced and victimized. They all probably are.'

       'Yes, they instructed me to think of the prettiest woman I know and approach her and you're the most beautiful woman I know.'

       Now it all hit her like a ton of shit bricks.

       'Me. Me? You think I'd? No. No, Jim. For Christ's sake Jim, you can't seriously think I'd pose for any kind of lewd pictures. You don't think that do you Jim? I have a husband and two teenaged girls. What would they think?'

       I wanted to say to her I'd love to get her bitch daughters involved too, but passed on the comment.

       'I don't know what to think. I'm so scared of these guys, so I had to try.'

       'Well, I'm really sorry but you've wasted yours and my time with this.'

       She went to get up to leave and I'd already quietly unsnapped my brief case and I withdrew the little twenty-two hand gun. Chris was about three steps away with her back resolutely to me.

       'Chris. Chris.'

       She paused and turned to tell me off.

       And I had the barrel pointed right at her beautiful skull.

       'No. no, what the? God, Jim don't. No.'

       'Do just as you're told and I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you Chris, but I have no choice but to come up with something for these guys.'

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       She glared at me like I was nuts, but more because she thought I was crazy to point a gun at her. Nobody'd ever done it to her before and she went to step away again, to disregard my threat, almost like it was a bad joke.

       'Don't make me shoot you. I told you I don't want to hurt you. Sit back down here.'

       She just stood there in defiant refusal, reasoning with herself and then ever so reluctantly, never taking her fearful eyes off me or the gun returned to her chair. She sat properly upright with her arms crossed across her sweet chest which signaled a very closed off, unapproachable attitude. She had attitude and I loved it. I hadn't really seen it in her before because she'd had no reason to display it. But by the set of her beautiful mouth, I figured she could display it with the best of the power determined bitches.

       I just kept the handgun pointed generally at her and was really gulpy and excited inside. I thought I might piss or cum myself.

       The cunt's tits and nipples and clit were all waiting for me and she hadn't succeeded in running off or away.

       Finally she sort of pleaded, 'Just let me go, please. I won't say anything to anyone. You haven't done anything really bad yet.'

       'I can't.'

       'Then what do you want? What do you want now?'

       'I want you to discus posing for some bondage pictures for me.'

       'Jim. Jim. Jim, I will not, so you can just forget it. I told you I have a family, my daughters and my husband and I love them all. Whatever would they possibly think?'

       I wanted to tell her it didn't really matter because they'd never know because she was never leaving to get back to them. Yes, we'd change locations, but she'd never be leaving me.

       'It doesn't matter what they think. You have to come up with something.'

       'Well it matters to me and I don't have to do anything I don't want to.'

       She went to get up to go again and I pointed the gun right to her beautiful face. I wanted her to open her mouth so I could shove the barrel in, but didn't mention it.

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       'You're not going to shoot me. You couldn't do that so I'm going to go.'

       'Chris, stop.' I elevated my voice. 'I'm desperate. They're going to shoot me if I don't come up with something, so please help and don't be so foolish to assume I won't shoot you if you provoke me.'

       'Provoke you? Provoke you, like somehow it's my fault now, if you injure me? And I can't help you. You know I can't. How can I?'

       'Some mild stuff. I'll see if that's acceptable to them. It doesn't have to be over the top.'

       'I can't. I just can't and I still have to go.'

       She got another couple of steps away and I really had to holler at her.        'Chris, two more steps and I'll fire.'

       The fucking little cunt bitch wouldn't take me seriously.

       I sprung up from my chair and she started to run and cry out in real fear. She had high heels on and twisted her ankle to the side. It caused her to tumble and in no time I was standing all powerful, towering over her. I put my hand on her shoulder and pointed the gun right to her temple.

       'Don't touch me. Don't you touch me at all.'

       She didn't want me to touch her at all and I was going to touch and fuck her everywhere. She was stupidly pitiful.

       I ignored her concern and put my hand firmly on her arm, under her arm pit to help her up. I was glad she'd stumbled in her heels and I didn't have to slug her to drop and stop her because now I could keep the charade going at the current relative innocent level. I hadn't done any violence to her yet, so she wasn't as scared as she should have been.

       I guided her back to the kitchen chair and she walked funny with one shoe on and the other off. She sort of plunked into the chair, resigned and I brought mine around to face her closer.

       I acted almost indifferent and certainly not overtly threatening. I mean, the bitch was dead but she had no idea and wouldn't for as long as I could string her along to keep it that way.

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       She was tearing up a little and seeing that incredibly beautiful face so distressed and her chin quiver, just a hint, made me want to fuck her in the mouth and then her ass while I tweezered her nipples. She was so fucking done for and she had no idea. I had them all. I had all the ideas and intentions.

       She just sat there slightly trembling for quite awhile and then I spoke to her softly, like lovingly. 'So Chris, we should try to work something out. Come to some arrangement so you don't hurt yourself again, or worse.'

       'No. No, please Jim, just let me go. I can't.'

       'We've been through all that already so you know why I can't, so let's find some common ground to solve both out dilemmas.'

       'That's not fair. You're my dilemma. I didn't ask for it or do anything to deserve it. You brought yours on yourself so don't compare our situations like they're somehow equal. We're not equals. Not while you point a gun at me. Put the gun away please.'

       'Well I don't have to point it at you but I'll be keeping it, just in case.'

       'Just in case what? You have to shoot me?'

       She was getting defiant and argumentative and I loved it.

       'No, just in case I have to force you.'

       'Force. Force me what? Whatever are you talking about?'

       I wasn't sure if she was thinking rape yet but I didn't want her to go there so soon.

       'Make you co-operate, so I can get the pictures sets I need.'

       'Oh, no. I see, if I don't agree then you'll make me. Threaten to shoot me, so what choice do I have then?'

       'If you co-operate, it can all be nice and civilized but if you don't it could get nasty.

       'You'd be nasty to me? Hurt me?'

       'Chris, don't go there. Just do what you have to and it'll all be OK.'

       Fuck could I lie like a trooper, or perhaps, politician was a better example.

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       'Suppose you're right. OK, suppose I agree. What do I have to do?'

       I knew she wasn't ready for it. I just fucking knew and absolutely had to stretch the suspense out. The stupid fucking cunt still had her clothes on. She should have figured that couldn't last.

       I eyed her and eye-balled her, how her chest was heaving in and out, accentuating her tight bust and how her posture was pretty well rigid and frozen.

       I didn't want to say it only because I didn't want to rush it.

       Finally I had enough anticipation.

       'Chris, I know you won't want to hear this, but it's not what it seems, you need to take your clothes off.'

       Well holy mother of fucks and shits, she went ballistic. She went over the top crazy.

       'What? What? What? What the? What, are you nuts? Are you totally delusional? I will not. No, no. Never.'

       It was all so rich I almost spunked my jeans crotch.

       It had been said, so it couldn't be taken back. The pecker was out of the pants, so to say, because for now, it was only metaphorically speaking.

          It was the richest, most pregnant time. Her not accepting what she'd just heard, the unthinkable and me knowing I was going to see clear into her up to her cervix. It was just waiting for my eyes to feast upon it. It was there just fucking waiting for the end of my bashing dick as were her nipples and clit and labia. All of her and all of her sex was just at my waiting and it was all calling out to me.

        How many times had I wanted to pierce Chris's nipples and now they were just waiting for my three inch pearl headed hat pins and the big safety pins and the finishing nails. Oh, poor, poor Chris if she only knew, I gloated as I appraised her flat chest even closer. Upon closer inspection, I'd find her generous nipples beyond incredible and eminently edible.

        She was fighting really hard against starting to cry and that was wonderful to behold too. She was also angry so it helped her resolve to keep the tears inside her emotions.

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       She responded finally, 'No. No, I will not. If you have to do some of those things, it's only with my clothes on. All my clothes on. None of them come off.'

       This was a major line she was crossing. She was starting to accept she might have to participate and was expressing her first willingness to do so. I don't know if she understood the significance of it, but my pecker certainly did. She was setting herself up for agreeing to be fucked and she didn't even know how. The thin edge of the wedge, as they say, is the tip of the sharp knife as I'd say it.

       But it was a fairly interesting proposition she was throwing out. Women tied up fully clothed can be just as erotic as naked ones, sometimes more so. Seeing a brassier stretched to its limits as it supports the full weight of a woman is a fantastic visual treat, and the same for panties pulled so far up and into the crease of a woman's cunt you'd think it was cutting her pussy and clit in half. Another remarkable treat for the eyes, eye candy as they say.

       'You know Chris, it might work. You might have something there. It's not what they said they want but if it's well done they might settle, they might be satisfied. I'd have to email them images so I could find out pretty fast if all was OK with it..'

       She looked as if she thought she'd triumphed and was pleased at her assertion and initiative level. It was finally getting her somewhere. She'd stave me off, she just knew she could now. She felt strong and safer.

       'OK, look let me email them now, without any pictures and see if the idea will float, to see if there's even any point.'

       I pretended to do the Blackberry thing and in ten minutes pretended to affirm to her, clothes on would be alright.

       'Yup, you're in luck. They like the idea. They said OK to it as long as the pictures are exceptional. But.. But..'

       'But what? What's wrong? What?'

       'But they said they want a little pain too then.'

       She looked crestfallen.

       'What did you tell them? No, No, I can't do that.'

       'Relax. not to worry, maybe we can fake it. Make it look realistic but not be real. That sound OK?'

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       She didn't know whether or not to trust me but had to go along with my suggestion about acting as if she was being hurt. I wondered if she was thinking of the words tortured and mutilated.

       'OK, as long as you're gentle and don't do anything that is actually hurtful, as long as you don't really hurt me, I suppose that'd be OK.'

       'That's great. That's what we'll do then, but we can't do it here. You never know when somebody might come by.'

       Of course, that's what she'd been secretly praying for all along, that the (non-existent) real estate agent would arrive at any moment with the sold banner for her for sale sign - and rescue her.

       It never occurred to her, if a female agent did happen by, strictly by co-incidence and she was good looking, I'd capture her too and fuck the both of them to death while playing one against the other and if she was ugly I'd just shoot her nipples off and then murder her in cold blood.

       'What? What? No. What? I'm not leaving here with you to go somewhere else. I'm only leaving here to be freed.'

       'But you have to. I don't have the equipment here. The bondage stuff.'

       I had equipment? What was that about? I was all set up for it? Something didn't smell right here and it stunk too. She could well see I didn't have apparatus, but why would I need it and she had to struggle with the implications.

       'Please. Please. Please, just let me think. How do I know I'll ever be seen alive again if I leave here with you and nobody knows it?'

      'I'm insulted Chris. I'm  offended.' (You smart cunt bitch, I thought.)

       'OK, maybe I shouldn't have said that but I don't want to leave here with you.'

       'And you have to go with me, so what do you propose. Do I have to start waving the gun about again?'

       'Ok, no. But how are we going to go? I want to go in my car.'

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        I suppose she hoped somebody would remember seeing it on the road when she turned up missing and they were searching for her, or at least making a public plea for information leading to..

       What a contradiction in terms that was, an oxymoron. How does someone turn up missing and what if they turned up missing their sex bits, now that would be something wouldn't it, for the media to latch on to.

       'No, it has to be my car.'

       'No. No, besides I didn't see it. Where is it?'

       'Oh, it's here. How do you think I got here, by bicycle?'

       Considering it was twenty miles out of the city, that was a stupid suggestion, on my part, and we both knew it.

      'It has to be my vehicle, Chris and that's all there is to it. Someone might recognize yours.'

       There, the steam was out of her whistle, out of her plan and she half-heartedly nodded her head, OK.

      'Good then. So we'll go then, in a minute.'

       She got up, kicked her other shoe off and started to paddle towards the hallway door.

       'Hold it. Where are you going?'

       'I've agreed, so let's get on with it so I can get it over with.'

      'Yes, but, OK. But I have to tie you up.'

      Had she really thought that wouldn't be the case? If so, boy was she in for a whole slew of unpleasant surprises if she couldn't anticipate something as simple as being bound and gagged to be transported.

       Pure little unsuspecting Chris.

       Poor, poor honest, as the day is long, Chris.

       Her word meant everything. It was her bond.

      'I won't do anything. I won't try anything. I promise. And my promise is gold. Good as gold. I never break my word.'

       'And I believe you sweetie, but I can't take the chance since I can't foresee the unexpected, the unforeseen.'

       She really had no idea what the fuck to do. None of this was right and it just kept on getting worse and more involved. She wanted out and she was getting sucked in further. She was getting maneuvered, or was that womaneuvered, ever inward into my web, into my trap and her intuition sensed it boldly now.

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       'Come over here. I brought some stuff in my briefcase.'

       It must have taken her ten minutes to cover ten feet. It was as if she was walking backwards but somehow was still moving forward but finally she was back into the kitchen and facing me with the most pleading look. She held her hands out in front of her for me to bind her wrists.

        I put my hand softly on her shoulder, as if to indicate how afraid I knew she must be and that it mattered to me. I almost let it drift down to her trembling tits but checked myself at her collar bone.

       'I want you to lie down, flat on the floor.'

       'What for?' She exclaimed in alarm. 'No, you don't have to, to tie me. I don't have to. I don't want to.'

       'I know you don't want to, but you do have to.'

       'Why? Oh no, Why Jim?'

       'Just do it and stop arguing with me and pissing me off.'

       This was fucking spectacular. My fuck victim was kneeling down like to be beheaded. I fucking loved how her body fought with her mind as she descended so slowly to the floor. She more like sank in resignation. but she wouldn't lay full flat. No way.

       I stood over her and my cock wanted to bat her head, her sweet lips and her mouth. I could have punched her in the teeth too.

       I touched the top of her head lightly and applied pressure to her hair which  was long and curly and squeaky clean. It smelled terrific, like she did in general.

      She resisted and I slowly pushed harder until she started to fold. She had to collapse.

      My hand was gripping her skull and her brain inside.

      Finally, ever so slowly she was lying face down, prone. Funny how instinctively she didn't want her crotch or tits facing me up.

       I stood above her, towering over her like a beast about to devour it's prey, its kill. Her sweet ass was pushed up and her arms were down tight to her sides and her head turned away from me. She didn't want to see me anymore or any more of me.

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        I put my hand in my pants pocket and played with my prick head. I was so tempted to butt fuck her, I had to pinch my knob hard to stop myself. I don't know if she could sense or smell my mini-masturbation but she looked increasingly vulnerable and scared and just plain uncomfortable. The floor was hard and so was my dick. I supposed her crotch could sense the danger and the backs of her sweet legs quivered. I wanted to stamp on them. To kick the shit out of her and her ass and out of her cunt and then really rape her. Like a cunt smashing cunt rupturing intrusion. I gritted my teeth and made an evil face to check myself at the gate of the notion.

       Poor sweet little unsuspecting Chris.

       She was so naive about rape.

      And about being raped.

       She knew nothing about torture and mutilation.

       I contained myself and instead knelt down over her and placed my hands firmly on each of her shoulders. This was the strongest hold I'd taken on her and she fucking froze like a stiff icicle. I moved my hands down along her thin arms and drew her wrists up behind her back and hand cuffed her securely.

       This was even more major.

       Now she was essentially defenceless. She couldn't effectively fight back any more and she'd allowed herself to be positioned that way. The moment the cuffs were secured she sensed she'd made a mistake, possibly the worst one of her entire life. Now I was more relaxed too. I had the bitch and there was no doubt about it. Possession is nine tenths of the laws of kidnapping.

       Fully in control now, I rolled her onto her side and her face just pleaded with mine. I had to see the profile of her tits and I almost exploded a cum load into my briefs. Her breasts were half a handful each and her nipples were hardened from her fear and she knew I'd taken it in. A flash of 'the look' went over my face and it gave her a chill. It was a sexual look that all beautiful woman know only too well. Seeing it, made her want to fight a bit as I went to bind her legs at the ankles.

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       But the problem was, her problem was becoming, as she squirmed, her skirt was riding up and it was only about four inches below her snatch line and she couldn't wriggle it back down. She didn't want me to catch a glimpse of her panties because she thought it might inflame me or set me off to do something I hadn't intended to do.

       I thoroughly enjoyed her useless quest to reposition her hemline and after about a minute I caught my first glimpse of her silver satin panty crotch, the re-enforced part with the gusset.

       That was her most private area.

       She was embarrassed.

       When she should have been terrified, mortified.

       If she kept on doing that, I wasn't sure I could control myself. I mean I could shove it in her and be done in three minutes and then transport her already raped. And her knowing all the way there she was in for lots more of the same. But it's not what I wanted. My cock head wanted it, but my brain head didn't. I managed to think my way out of doing her right then.

       Her ankles were tied and I figured I'd better gag her for getting her into my car. There was no way of telling, for certain, of knowing who was around and if she screamed it could make for (unnecessary) trouble.

       She was on her side with her arms cuffed and her ankles tied off and her skirt just at her panty bottoms. Her legs were fantastic. When she saw the gag, she freaked the worst.

       'No. No. No. You don't have to do that. Why are you gagging me? I'm co-operating.'

       'I can't take the chance in case anyone's around.'

       'You're not going to put me in the trunk, are you?'

       'No, of course not. Why would I? When I get you into the passenger's side, I'll take the gag off and we can talk as we go along.'

       For some reason, she still didn't want her voice silenced. I went to slap a piece of two inch wide duct tape, about four inches long over her lips and for the first time she got somewhat violent, at least for her. She wouldn't let me get my aim lined up to do it and she was snapping her head side to side like a short-circuited robot and it was really turning me on big time.

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       I ended up with that piece of tape stuck to her cheek, but not covering her mouth. I'm not quite sure what happened next.

       She twisted quite violently and the top three buttons of her blouse pulled open and only one was left and her blouse opened pretty well full. Her bra was almost see through and a little like a girl's, not much bigger, the cups, than a training bra. We both looked at each other and I think at that moment she knew she'd be molested for sure, and probably raped, and it wasn't just porn pictures I was after. I didn't try to recover her breasts and really had to force myself not to use her tits as handles to reposition her or as punching bags.

       I pulled the tape piece off her cheek and easily taped her mouth quiet. With her tits bared, at least through her bra, she didn't fight anymore. I put another piece of duct tape across her mouth for safety reasons.

       I was done what I had to do to secure her for transport and I was relieved and needed a breather. I pulled a chair up and just gazed upon my new captured play thing. The one thing I knew for certain was if I'd had any notion of letting her go, it was totally dispelled. She was too fucking beautiful to ever release other than through death and even that would be a shame and a waste.

       I'd like to keep her like she was my wife, even for months or years. Poor, poor Chris, she should have taken a bullet.

       Her body was convulsing slightly because she was crying lightly and her fucking tiny tits were driving me mad. I wanted to take a hammer to them, maybe even a sledge hammer. Her eyes were wide and super alert to my every move and look. If I was looking at her, she was looking right back at me, always now. I was fucking her with my vision, and her crotch was picking up on it. I got up and went and stood right over her. I was like a towering inferno of horrible possibilities. For the very first time I took a full grip of my own cock right in front of her and I jiggled and mauled myself that way.

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       'So, Chris, I've got to take a piss and then we'll be on our way.' It was as if I'd tried to mask my sexual intentions with the Italian man, or little boy, grab your own dick thing. I'm not sure it worked but what did it matter? I relieved myself and was outside to get my car to the front and now was the time to move efficiently and fast. It was the most vulnerable time for my escapade to fail since we were exposed to the outside and the unexpected.

       Nothing was ever truer in life than expect the unexpected.

       I pretty well raced back in to claim my prize and bundled her up off the floor, in to my arms and plunked her into the passenger's side, but pushed her down into the floor space. I was back into the house for about a minute, locked up and was back behind the wheel. We were on our way, the two of us, like rape mates, undetected.

       It had been a text book perfect snatch.

       And I'd gotten the snatch of my dreams, perfect and tender and I just didn't know how exquisite yet.

       It was a three hour drive to where I was taking her to my secret, secluded hide-away for torturing and murdering women and after about fifteen minutes I pulled the tape off her mouth.

       Right away she started, 'Jim, I have to go pee. Please I have to go bad.'

       So, shit, why hadn't I thought of that before we left the house? Women always have to pee, especially scared, beautiful ones being kidnapped. I didn't really want her messing herself, or my car, since I wanted my first impression of the unveiling of her vagina to be perfect. It was raining lightly now and the rain was always a good friend and cover. People don't pay as much attention to what's around them, to what's going on, when it's raining.

       I knew the road pretty well by now. I'd driven it several times setting the whole thing up and there was a side road about twenty minutes along that dead-ended at an abandoned quarry. I'd slept there for an hour once when I was falling asleep behind the wheel. I figured I could let her piss there.

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       'OK, hold it for awhile. There's a spot up ahead you can go.'

       'But no, I can't. I can't hold it, please.'

       'Look, you fucking better hold it or you'll be sorry and your cunt'll be sorry too.'

       She was shocked and dismayed. Not only had I referred to her vagina, I'd called it the hated 'c' word. She could sense it was significant since I was showing disrespect for her genitals. Also she was in a dilemma of her own needs. How was she actually going to go? Tied up like that and with her panties up, who was going to pull her panties down for her?

       Who would get to and do the honors?

       I got to the quarry and there were barely even any rabbits around. It was completely deserted and completely out of anyone's view. God, I wanted to fuck here there, in the wilds on the ground and I was pretty sure I'd lose control and if I did that I wouldn't be able to continue my bondage charade which I wanted to.

       Talk about a major eclipse of the dick.

       I found the perfect spot and opened the door to fish her out. She was so huddled and vulnerable and was mumbling but pleading.

       'How am I going to go like this?'

       I was dragging her out and got her standing upright by the side of the car. Her breasts were still bare for all intents and purposes since her bra was so little and sheer and she had her crotch all squeezed into herself to keep on holding it in.

       How exactly was I going to do this without untying her and probably getting carried away in the process? And then I had an idea. I had a thermos with a plastic cup on top, in the trunk.

       'Hold it. You fucking stand right there.'

       I rummaged the thermos out of the trunk and got the cup in hand.

       'What's that for?' She wanted to know.

       'You're going to have to piss in this. I can't undo you so it's the  only way.'

       Of course, the big thing was how was the cup going to get into position?

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       'You fucking stand still.'

       She froze as I knelt down in front of her and raised her skirt. I was looking right into the crotch of her panties. I almost sunk my teeth into her and bit her. I pulled out her panties at the top and pushed the cup right down in until her crotch fabric was holding it and was pushing it up against her labia and the hole where her urethra was. Now I could let go since it stayed by itself.

       'OK, go ahead. That should do it.'

       Almost immediately I could hear her stream. She was really full and the thing was she had more piss in her than the cup could hold and we both only knew it when her underwear got soaked.

       Now I was mad.

       'Fuck Chris, you pig. You're pissing yourself. For Christ's sake stop it.'

       But she couldn't stop and she was soiling herself all down her legs. I was pissed and she was still pissing.

       'God damn it, stop it. I don't want you all smelly in my car.'

       In all the excitement, as I went to get the full cup of piss out of her panties, I spilled it too all down her front. Her bush was soaked and her panties and her legs right down to her ankles. Even her skirt got some.

       She was a standing sack and was wriggling like a worm on a hook. What the fuck, I figured, way out here I could take the chance. I got my knife and cut the cord binding her ankles.

       Now I could deal with her.

       I pulled her skirt down and off.

       I slid her panties down and off.

       She tried to shove her ass away from me to keep me out of her crease but wasn't successful. I went to toss her clothes into the trunk, to wash them later and she took off running and hollering.

       So wasn't that just great and spectacular?

       Fuck, if she wanted to play that game, I'd certainly let her.

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       I allowed her to get away, into the bush, for about ten seconds head start and then started after her. She was running wildly, crashing into small branches and I had no trouble keeping up to her but didn't close in on her out of choice. It was too much great fun. Like cat and mouse, or cat chasing pussy. What a fucking sight she was. Her sweet ass trying to flee and her tiny tits trying to bounce. I let her run I figured a quarter mile and then started to close in on her and was only five feet behind her behind. She was more desperate and panicked and had stopped screaming and was more pleading directly to me as she tried to keep up the pace.

       'No. No, please. I can't. Don't. No.'

       I could catch her whenever I wanted but I wanted her to keep running some more. I could have chased her across the state, even right down main street. It was such a beautiful, erotic sight, visions I would never forget and I didn't want it to end. After a couple of minutes more, she was tiring and was turned around to see how close I was and she ran smack into a small tree branch right at her chest level, tits first. It was totally incredible like her chest being slugged with a base ball bat only in reverse. She might have cracked her breast bone, she had so little padding there, but whatever, she careened over and fell full to the ground with her legs splayed and her cunt displayed bare and spread.

       How much was I supposed to stand?

       How much could I resist?

       Not any more, my cock screamed up to me.

       She was a twisted fuckable heap on the ground and half knocked out, half winded from the impact to her chest. Her vagina was tidy and sweet and well spread.

       I was out of my pants in a jiffy and my cock was fully at attention. It intended to salute her.

       'No. No, Jim, please don't. No. Not like this. Don't rape me please.' Even though she was semi stunned, she was pretty clear about that.

       I had her bra off in a blink and fired my face into her pancake tits and latched onto her generous nipples. What she didn't have in tit mass, in tit fat tissue, she made up for with exquisite nipples.

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       She couldn't fight a lot with her hands still cuffed behind her back, but she put up a pretty good effort. When she tried to clamp her legs shut, I socked her, for the first time, just above her bush, to the hard pubic bone at the top. She truly looked shocked. I'd come close to punching her in the cunt, and did it mean I still could?

       I yanked her up like a rag doll and pasted her back against a large tree. There was a lower hanging branch broken off and I could see the possibilities immediately. It looked to be just the right height. I gut punched her so she dropped to the ground and I got the cuffs of her wrist and re-did her with her hands in front now. I grabbed her like a sack (of shit) and hiked her up until I could get her wrists over the branch and then I let go. She was hanging there, fully suspended with her delicate feet about six inches off the ground. Her tiny tits were pulled hard and flatter, if that was possible. Her nipples were like thimbles now. I could have put a twenty-two bullet right through one sideways.

       I marched right up to the groaning woman and took her face between my hands and full mouth kissed her. I pulled back and mauled and scrunched her tits, one in each hand and then two hands on one.

       Now it was time to kneel down before the idol of available cunt. I descended and pussy licked her and of course kissed her too and there was piss odor all about, but what did my dick care?

       I opened her up carefully, not roughly and slid my cock in just so that with her hanging like that if I pushed up hard enough, my cock was supporting her full body weigh inside her cunt. She didn't appreciate it.

       I looked her right in her gorgeous troubled eyes as I spunked her after about five minutes of bouncing her up and down on my ramming rod. She was duly raped and it never occurred to her that having to go pee would have led to this. If only she's insisted on going back at the house, she was beating herself up over it. I was a little disappointed in my lack of control but not at all in the way she raped. The way she went along with it.

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       It had been different and a novel first time and she wouldn't soon forget it nor would I. Chasing her through the woods like that, naked  and catching her. It had all been a super hoot and I was exhilarated because there was so much more I was lined up to do to her. When I was fully satisfied to pull out of her, she sort of went limp. I hiked her up again and got her wrists free from the tree branch and let her fall to the ground. She was truly and for real a fucking mess, but it was mostly dirt and mud. No real bruising or the other good stuff too. I could sure take care of that, but not right now.

       I took hold of her hair and forced her to stumble along behind me naked. I slammed her up against the car door and pushed my fist into her crotch. She was trying to wriggle away so I had to knee  her. I crunched her labia to her cunt bone and it hurt my knee cap.

       She didn't even make a yelp.

       Her eyes bugged out and she passed out.

       I dumped her into the trunk.

       What an incredible sight. A naked battered, just raped woman looking out of the trunk back at me. I slammed it shut and the rest of the trip was uneventful. As if I needed any more events during it.

       We pulled into my place about noon and it was still raining lightly. I was so ready for the uncountable pleasures to come and to cum that were waiting for me in the trunk I started to giggle to myself like a true possessed madman. I had the prize of all prizes and all her sex parts were just completely vulnerable and available to me. I could bugger her tits and cut into her clit and take weeks getting to doing it. How could life be so perfect and good to me. I must have been dong something excellent and right.

       When I opened the lid to her, she was jammed way in the back as far as she could get away from my grasping hands. She was as fearful looking as she'd ever been and that was just appropriate because she had every good and bad reason to be. She shrank back even further, trying to make herself seem smaller, and she was already petite, as I reached in to claim my booty and I had to latch on to one of her ankles and twist her foot to get her started coming out. She was still fucking naked and I wanted to climb into the trunk with her to do her in the most awkward confined space you could imagine.

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       I passed on that idea and when I had her half way extracted, I reached in further and took hard hold onto one of her pancake tits, like a vice grip and dragged her the rest of the way out of the trunk, or the boot as the English were want to call it.

       I'd give her a boot alright. I'd transplant her clit between her ears right up through her guts.

       She didn't appreciate being pulled out by the breast, having her meager tit squished into a handle and, of course, her cunt could make an even better gripping on point.  I aimed my thumb to impale her and she jerked madly away and escaped my probe. I had her standing upright and I was behind her behind. I kicked her in the ass like she was a stubborn donkey, even though she was basically co-operating.

       'Stop it. Oh, stop it. You're hurting me and you don't have to, Can't you see I'm trying? I'm not resisting you. Why did you rape me like that?'

       I didn't have three hours to tell her why and how much I'd enjoyed it, so I just donkey kicked her again. She sort of stumbled and was almost losing her balance. Another well position hoof and she staggered to the ground. I was quite satisfied to see her sprawled like that, naked and threatened and all mussed up. She looked like a rape victim, a classic one. I knelt down intending to make her one again, right there in the rain on my own good earth and property. It was all paid for and the taxes were all up to date, so it belonged to me and so did she, so why not? Why not do her right there and then again?

       She twisted around to entreat me to stop beating on her and abusing her. She'd co-operate. She kept on saying she would. So it was time, if she meant it right then or some time in the future, which she thought she might not ever have to deliver upon.

       'You're not trying hard enough Chris. And why wouldn't I rape you when you tried to run. You stupid cunt, how far did you really think you would get, with your arms cuffed like that? Stupid twat, I only let you get that far. I could have stopped you at any time.'

       She was twisted up to face me and I put my foot down on her shoulder and then pushed her flatter to the ground so I could get my heel squarely between her tits in her valley. I was standing in the valley on one foot and she was gasping for relief from the crushing weight. Her heart was being compressed and she could barely breath. Her eyes were good and wide in disbelief.

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       I placed my other foot carefully on the center of her tiny tit mound and started to bear down. Her eyes opened even wider. She couldn't countenance it, but in a few seconds I had my full body weight transferred to her through my heel. If she'd had any tit I'd have crushed it, but as it was I was just compressing pectoral muscles and, of course, a thimble nipple which was hard but flat. Now that was special. I let my foot slide off her to the side and her breast crunched out from under my weight. I dropped down on her and straddled her upper body with my eager crotch.

       She looked up at me with defiance and hostility.

       I slapped her face, side to side, getting a bit harder and meaner each time and then grabbed her skull hard and kissed her even harder. She wasn't receptive to my lip lock. I started to straighten myself out down and along her and ended up laying right on top of her. I was full dressed and she was fully naked. Just as it should be for the start of something special. She tried to roll me off and I let her, so I could get my cock to the ready.

       She really hadn't learned anything. As I fumbled with my zipper, she managed to get herself upright and took off again into the surrounding brush. My place was over fifty isolated acres and I knew every one of them and where all the bodies were buried.       

       Fuck, I could not believe what a great time, the level of entertainment she was providing for me and I had to make a snap decision. I knew I had a loaded twenty-two just inside the front door. It was a semi-automatic and held sixteen rounds of twenty-two short ammo. Fuck I felt like hunting her. It wasn't hunting season but so what? Should I or shouldn't I?

       I should.

       I had the rifle in hand and was back out looking for her in about a minute tops. The brush was pretty thick and tangled so I assumed she was on one of two pathways. The stupid bitch, she should have taken her chances with being scratched by the brambles. I stood bolt quiet and in about thirty seconds I could hear her as she broke brush. I knew exactly which way to go and headed off merrily along my way, gun in hand and target practice on my mind. I wondered if I could shoot one of her thimble sized nipples off from fifty feet. I could from three feet, but what about much further away? And from really up close, where was the sportsmanship in that?

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       I tracked her like an amateur, because that's all it took, she was so staying right on the path and I caught my first glimpse of her still a good distance off. Too far for a good shot but not too far for a warning one.

       I put a slug into a tree about four feet above her bobbing head. She freaked and started to yell.

       'No. No, what are you doing? No. You didn't shoot at me did you? You didn't try to hit me, did you?'

       'Hey Chris, baby, you dumb cunt. If I'd wanted to hit you you'd have a hole in you now.'

       She yelled back. 'No, no, please. I'll stop running. I give up. I shouldn't have tried to get away.'

       'Sorry bitch. It doesn't work that way now. You tried to run so you fucking better make it good and keep on going. I'm going to fucking hunt you. You hear me, fucking hunt you like an animal. The best game of all.'

       'No. No, please no. I give up. I'm sorry.'

       I fired another shot and was only about a foot above her skull target. She ducked and cried out.

       'No, you'll kill me. Don't. Just stop it.'

       'You got that right. If you don't keep on running, I will kill you. I'll put one right between your eyes and one right between you legs, but not necessarily in that order.'

       'Oh, God. What have I done?' She was yelling it quite loudly as if God was tone deaf and would hear her better because her voice was raised. She always seemed to try to raise her hopes with prayer or pleading to God and I couldn't figure out why she hadn't figured out it never did any good. If God had been looking out for her, she wouldn't have gotten snatched in the first place and certainly not raped, tied hanging from a tree branch, for her first time. There were much more civilized ways for a woman's first rape.

       'So run. Fucking run. Let's see Chris run through the jungle naked.' I taunted her. I was closing in on her and yelling it.

       She didn't.

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       She turned to face me advancing on her and held her hands half up the way they do in the westerns. Her palms were out facing to me and her head was tilted to the side in supplication. Fuck was she fucking beautiful. I was twenty feet away from her and could shoot any part of her I wanted to.

       She started to sink to the ground trying to cower into herself and I fired a round right at her feet. She did a little two-step dance step up, like a jig,  and pulled back.

       'No. No, don't. Please stop it.'

       'Chris, you fucking listen good. I'm going to give you another thirty second head start and them we're into it for real. I'm going to plug you good and you could get killed, so you better try for real to get away. I told you I want to hunt you and that's what I want to do. I want to track you and hunt you down like the target cunt you are.'

       Now she just collapsed onto the ground into a heap and was sobbing uncontrollably. Her back and shoulders shuddered and her sweet tits still tried to jiggle but could barely do it. I stood right over her like a big game hunter and put the rifle barrel end to her back. She pleaded.

       'Don't kill me. Please don't. I shouldn't have run. I shouldn't have tried to get away. Please don't kill me.'

       I was waiting for it, she was so worked up and distressed, and then it came.

       'I'll do anything. If you want to rape me again, you can. I'll do anything but don't shoot me.'

       Why are they all so predictable and uniform in their pleas and what they'll offer, to keep from being murdered? Do they have no originality or imagination?

       'Roll over.' I barked it at her.

       'Why? please. Why?'

       'Just fucking roll over on your back.'

       Ever so slowly and reluctantly she did.

       Her body was a mess of scrapes and mud but she was the prettiest sight I'd seen in a long time.

       I placed the gun to her valley and pressed slightly into her breast bone. She squirmed.

       'Open your legs.' She had them all scrunched up tight to hide and protect her vulnerable womanhood.

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       She resisted and so I shifted the rifle barrel over to her hard nipple and pushed in down and in. Her nipple was scrunched into her far enough to go out of sight.

       'If I shoot you now, not only is your fucking nipple done for, your heart will be too, so what'll it be.' I gloated over her.

       She spread her sweet legs so wide I could have parked my car in her space. I certainly could have parked my dick there but for now I had other ides. I really wanted to fucking terrorize her and was well into to doing it.

       I put the rifle barrel right to her labia lips.

       She wasn't just frozen. She was frozen stiff, like dead for a week. I wiggled it a bit more and the barrel was an inch inside her opening. I slid it up a bit so that the rifle sight caught onto her clitoris. If I'd given a fast jerk out, I could have torn her because the sight had sharp edges and she could feel them.

       'So, this is the deal. You fail. I should shoot you right in the cunt. I should shove this barrel so far into you it ruptures your cervix and then let you have it. Bang. Bang. Bang, a nice triple, what do you think of that?'

       What would she think of that? What would any woman?

       She sort of mewled her objections  fearing for her life and her vagina at the same time. And she didn't figure her life would be much worth living if her cunt was shot up and through.

       But she could live quite a normal life without a nipple. Women with mastectomies managed it all the time even ones who had two jugs lopped off so what was the significance of one nipple gone other than no anesthetic would be used.

       I knew it, but she didn't yet.

       Fucking right she could manage and I knew just how to remove it and it would be quick, you might say super fast like the speed of a well aimed bullet. It'd be quick all right but far from painless.

       She was still like a statue because of the gun in her cunt and I had to decide to do it. Should I target practice one of her nipples?

       I needed to find out what she thought about it.

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       I laid the rifle down with the muzzle still nuzzled into her and moved my hands up along her to molest her chest. When I pinched one of her tits hard with two hands, I could actually express a bit of the milky white fluid out of her nipple. It surprised me because she was so under-developed. You'd think there wouldn't be any room for the milk sacks and lobules and ducts and all that shit, but then again, it wouldn't be a female breast without them. One hard squeeze actually produced a little squirt like from a kid's water pistol. I was pleased with her output and now she needed some of my input.

       'So Chris, you want me to fuck you again. Is that what you were saying? What you were begging me to do?'

       She nodded her head in affirmation and pleaded. 'Don't shoot me. Don't, please. Take the gun out of my vagina, please. It hurts and doesn't belong there.'       Now we would have differing opinions about that, that was obvious.

       'And put my cock in it instead. It belongs in there.' I joked.

       'If you have to. If you want to, but just take the gun away. It scares me so much. I don't like guns.' I supposed she liked them even less by now, especially the particular one I had.

       I was fingering one of her nipples like it was an afterthought, like absentmindedly when I knew exactly what I was leading up to do. When I'd pinch her, she'd wince and she became hard like a pebble.

       'So, yeah, I think I could do that.'

       'Oh thank you. Thanks. I knew you wouldn't want to shoot me. I don't deserve to be shot.'

       'In the vagina?' I finished her sentence.

       'Well yes. No. What?'

       'You don't deserve to be shot in the cunt.' I repeated the whole thought to her.

       'Well yes, or anywhere.'

       'No. No, you see that's the thing, as far as I'm concerned you do deserve to be shot. How could you be so stupid to try to run a second time considering what happened the first time? How could you be such a dumb cunt?'

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       'I'm not that so don't call me that. But I know, yes you're right. I shouldn't have either time and especially not now the second time. I made a mistake and I'm sorry.'

       'First off, get it straight, you're whatever I call you. Any fucking name under the sun. I think what it calls for is that I know you're sorry for sure. Then I'll be satisfied you're sincere and not just trying to say what'll get you off. Get you off, ha ha, did I get you off when I raped you?'

       She gave me the most dead-panned, wry look as if I was a fool. How could any woman orgasm being fucked the way she was? I slid down to visit my gun in her hole and wriggled it in another two inches. I was supposed to be taking it out, according to her, and I was working it in further. She worse than fucking hated it.

       'No. No. No, you said you wouldn't. Take it out please. Just remove it.'

       That was my in, my invitation.

       'I'll tell you what, I'd like to shove it through your cervix into your uterus, but if you let me remove one of your nipples with it, I'll settle for that instead.'

       You had to have been there to have seen her face. Now Chris was extraordinarily beautiful, as I'd previously mentioned, so her abject anguish was exceptionally wonderful to watch. Her brain couldn't wrap her thoughts around my words or their meanings and her eyes went blank almost hollow, like her soul wanted to run away, especially her sexual one, her sexual being.

       I climbed up to her face and gave her a soft, loving kiss and whispered to her, 'So, what do you say? What about it Chris?'

       She couldn't find any suitable words, so just stayed mute while her eyes started the tears and her lips quivered.

       I kissed her again and she was really turning me on with her impossible level of fear.

       'I'll tell you what, why don't I just fuck you again, for now instead?'

       Her eyes got bright again, like she was comprehending again and she almost enthusiastically invited me into he cunt for a second visit.

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       I jiggled the gun barrel out of her and laid it on the ground beside us. The safety was on but she didn't know that. I was out of my clothes fast. It was still raining but it was very warm. I nuzzled my face into her crevice and then my tongue and my fingers. I pushed my two thumbs together to squish her clit out between them. She tensed every conceivable crotch muscle and a few I didn't even know she had. When I did that, she figured I was going to penetrate her next, but I surprised her. Always full of surprises, that was me. I rolled her onto her front like she was a lump and separated her ass cheeks and her sweet little sphincter was right where it should be, all puckered and tight and clean as a whistle.

       'You don't mind it I do it here, do you?' I said to her as I poked her pucker lightly. I loved how it tensed and contracted and seemed to dance.

       She'd never been bum fucked before.

       She was a rectal virgin, which sounded something like a vessel virgin but I was sure they weren't at all the same, the vessel ones being water gatherers from the bible.

       I leaned my head down beside hers and nuzzled her while I dug my hands under her front to vice grip her tits and vice pinch her nipples. She knew I was hurting her extra mean to give her the message that is she knew what was good for her, what was right for her tits, she'd agree to be buggered by my buggering bat.

       She took a deep breath, sucked in all her courage and acquiesced.

       'OK. OK, but don't hurt me. Don't be rough. I've never done it that way before, so I'm scared. Do you have any lubricant?'

       'But you wouldn't be scared if I cunt fucked you?'

       'Uh? What?'

       'Just what I said. If I did you in the twat you wouldn't be scared?'

       'No. Yes. No. oh, it's not the same. I know what it's like. I've had kids, made love often with my husband and you even raped me so I know what it's about. But the other, I don't know about it.'

       'So like I said, you wouldn't be afraid if I cunt fucked you again?'

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       She was starting to figure there was no right answer so gave the truthful one which was still a wrong one.

       'No. I'd be OK and I could handle it. I wouldn't be scared.'

       'Well we'll really have to take care of that, won't we. Rape's supposed to be scary, even only in the vagina it's supposed to be scary, brutal.'

       'Please, you're just mixing me up.'

       'So let's say we mix this up then, get our bodily fluids all together.'

       With that I massaged her inner labia enough to get her all wet and then used my fingers to smear it onto her anus and into rectum. I worked my fingers pretty far into her ass hole to see what she felt like. She was fucking super tight and I figured I could tear her. But she was as ready as I was. She was super tensed and I had to shove like a bulldozer to get my cock head past the resistance of her anus. I managed to slide in about three inches and could finally start grinding to good effect. She was the most  inviting, right flat, face twisted to the side, contorted in anguish as my pecker buggered her. As I picked up steam, I also gained depth and eventually was a full five inches inside her.

       We were fucking fused and I was so frenzied, it never occurred to me she could try anything, that she'd even be disposed to, considering how uncomfortable her pucker was plus her cunt front was being bashed against a rock that was under her. But I guess a raped woman always has escape and revenge on her mind.

       She had turned her head away from where the gun was but had made a mental note of its location. She knew I loved to slobber my kisses into her lips and whisper horrible things to her and it wasn't long until I was at that again.

       Some how she reached way over with her arm and latched onto the gun and swung it back and hit me to the side of my head with the stock. It stunned me momentarily and now she really went for it. She got the end of the butt and clobbered my temple and that hurt like stink.

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       I dropped down flat onto her, dazed, but my straight cock still in her anus. How she bucked me out of her, I don't know but she was so angry and acrobatic she was soon free of me, standing up with my rifle in her determined, trembling hands. I suppose the fact she fist punched my scrotum helped her progress too.

       I was doubled over trying to alleviate the flames in my balls, like great balls of fire, and now she was barking commands at me.

       'You bastard. You stinking bastard. You dare to touch me like that. You dare to rape me and make me do the disgusting things you did. I should kill you now. I should shoot you right now.'

       I wasn't worried because the safety catch on my rifle had been modified to be hidden. I knew where it was and she wouldn't be able to find it to release it even if she knew to look for it in the first place. She didn't look like she knew anything about guns. But she did know which way to point it and that the trigger made it go.

       I figured I was safe so I'd go along with her to see how far she would take it. And if she could have killed me, I think she would have, so that was pretty far. Even sweet little, proper, non-violent Chris knew to fight for her cunt, to keep her lips a pair.

       She was barking at me like an authority and it looked spectacular on her. Her face trying to be all threatening and menacing. But fuck was she a joke. She knew nothing about sexual hatred or anger or murderous impulses. She was a novice and was just playing at it. But she wasn't entirely hopeless at it either. Mostly I loved the resolve in her eyes and the set of her mouth and how her tits managed to jiggle because she was so nervous and shaking.

       She really needed to practice her threatening.

       But I was somewhat impressed with her sincerity. She really thought she could shoot me if she had to and that was nice. It was genuine.

       But then really, there really wasn't anything fake about her. She hadn't even pumped her breasts up with the implants and she had to know she was flat chested. But her husband loved her that way and so the fuck did I. Small breasts torture much better than large ones. They're much more sensitive to pain because of the concentration of nerve endings in a much smaller area or space.

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       Women's tits have the same numbers of nerve endings and milk lobules (on average, fifteen to twenty in each breast) and all the other tit shit, so the little ones have to have all of it closer together so they feel the pain more acutely and intensely. At least that has been my experience with torturing jugs anyway.

       And the medical journals would confirm that too, about the pubescent girls and the stretch marks on their budding breasts that make them so tender and prone to being sore all the time. The fucking little cunts could feel them growing as underlying tissue was stretched and torn. Wasn't nature just grand, what it made them go though, and I could match mother nature, any day, pain for pain. The little cunts had the same concentration of components inside each tit, the same numbers crammed into smaller skin surface areas so the exact same principals applied.

       Sucker punch a pubescent girl square in the pancake and you could deform her for life and her likelihood of getting tit cancer went up by four to five times.

       Fucking terrific.

       I loved bashing their developing tits when ever I got the chance.

       Just as it perfectly should be.

       And a hard rubber mallet worked wonders for that.

       Chris was ready to seize her freedom.

       Carpe diem.

       Seize the day.

       Carpe libertas.

       Seize the freedom.

       And I was just so tickled she was going to try. She never disappointed me with her hope. The moments that mattered the most to me, that were dearest to my heartless heart and pecker preferences, were when my rape victim was confronting me, thinking she had the control and was telling me all the things she wanted to do to get back at me and what a low down vile bastard and low life I was and that I didn't deserve to live. And just how they were going to arrange my demise. I just completely loved it because I knew they'd eventually have to eat each and every one of their words individually. And Chris was being just as intense with her assertions and long sentences.

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       God, I hoped she threatened to shoot me in the dick or slice my balls off and maybe even fry them.

       Come on girl. Go girl, you go for it.

       Isn't that the universal feminist's anthem and battle cry? Go and show the meager men how it's done. And Chris was going the extra mile, or so she thought. Heck, she thought she was in for the revenge marathon.

       Her first command was totally predictable.

       'You move and I'll shoot you. Don't move, I swear I will.'

       The gun was shaking so much, if she'd been able to fire it, and she did, she'd have hit me in two places at once.

       'Walk. Walk back to the car and house. I want my clothes. No wait a minute, let me have your clothes. I need to be covered.'

       She put on my jeans and shirt.

       'Start walking. I want a phone.'

       Of all things, her cell phone battery had been dead for awhile and I had wondered why she hadn't tried to get to it.

       Cell phones could be a kidnapping, murdering rapist's worst nightmare and downfalling and they had to be quickly neutralized, but then I remembered I'd seen her try to use hers at the first house and mildly cursed that the batteries were expensive and didn't seem to last long enough so I was tickled at that. Fate was egging me along, encouraging me as well as assisting me.

       When things go right, for grabbing a woman they often go remarkably smooth, like it was almost routine and destined.

       'Can I put my briefs back on?'

       I said meekly, like my crotch now needed shielding from her. She thought about it for awhile, like now she had the power (to make me stew) and it was her who would decide everything from now on. Even what I had off or on. Finally she agreed I could, mainly because she hated the sight of my penis that'd been inside of her. It was an erect reminder and was constant. You'd think I'd taken a bottle of Viagra, it was so turned on and on high alert.

       She wouldn't let me have my shoes and it hurt my feet to walk and she'd really pay big time for that.

       She commanded me again.

       'Walk. Now walk slowly already, with your hands up.'

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       'Which way?' I asked while smirking.

       'Uh? What? Back to the car and house like I already said.'

       'Yeah, but which way?'

       The thing was we were well off the trail and she had no idea which way. As anyone whose been lost in the woods knows, all trees look the same, in all directions. I once did an eight hour stint of being lost in the forest as it was getting dark by the end and it can be fucking unnerving, especially after five hours when you come to a big lake you can't get around and you didn't even know was there. And often with lots of marsh or swamp and shit. She had no idea which way to go.

       'You're in control now. You have the gun. You're the leader now, so point the way.'

       She decided to bluff it and indicated a direction that would make us miss the house by a mile or more. But that was OK too. I wanted it all to last before she found out how much I knew and was still the one really in control. Ostensible control, that was all that she had. That which seemed wasn't, and that that didn't seem, was. How philosophical.

       Perfect. Fucking perfect, life's sweet contradictions.

       If I really wanted to play her, I had to act more scared because I wasn't concerned at all. I knew all the bullets were in my court and she had no idea about any of it. No real idea anyway, just what she thought she knew which was jack shit. Like when people thought the world was flat but nobody could fall off it.

       But now she could fall off the face of the earth and was about to and now her flat chest was all that mattered to me. Well maybe, not quite all. I'd thought I might let her keep one nipple but now I knew I wouldn't and all her crotch parts had my label on them too.

       We proceeded in single file for about a quarter hour and came to a boggy part of my property. She could pretty well tell we were wrong headed.

       'What's going on? What do you think you're doing? This isn't the right way and you know it. You knew it all along. What are you up to?' She sounded nicely anxious.

       'You're the boss. I told you, the boss lady. The shots are yours unless you want to give me the gun back.'

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       'Are you crazy? Are you insane? Are you nuts? You're nuts. You're all of them. Walk that way now.'

       It actually was a better choice and we stood an outside chance of catching a glimpse of the house if she didn't zig zag too much or go around in circles, which was common to people lost in the woods. So merrily I trotted off in our new found direction except my feet weren't too pleased because they were bare.

       I was getting mad at her because of it and wanted to get back at her a little, or so I thought, it would be just a bit.

       'Chris, let me ask you something. What are you going to do with me if we get back to the house?'

       'When. When.' She shot back.

       'What?' I asked.

       'When we get back to the house, not if.'

       She was really hopeful and optimistic.

       'OK, when we get back to the house, what are you going to do with me?'

       'I'll call the cops, the police. I'll have you arrested and put away for a very long time.'

       Of course that's what perfect law abiding Chris would do. Not an illegal bone in her body, unless you counted by boner bone in her cunt as an illegitimate bone in her body.

       'OK. That's good. I thought you might exact some revenge like shoot my balls off.'

       That was a red flag to her.

       Why wasn't I more worried than I seemed? Why would I presume to antagonize her, even goad her and make such a suggestion which could hurt me bad? What did I know that she didn't?

       'Stop being so crude and vile. That's only in the movies for evil people and I'm not evil. I'm good and proper and I'll never stoop to your gutter level.'

       Just the gutter? I thought, what about the bottom of the cesspool or the septic tank? I chuckled to myself, but you'll be stooping to suck my cock and to bend over to get bum fucked again. Oh yeah, you'll be stooping low then and right to the level I want, my level - bitch. Yeah for sure you'll stoop and poop your panties.

       Bring it on Chris.

       Bring on all the attitude you can muster.

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       She'd been leading the expedition for about two hours and we were really no closer to hitting the sight lines to see the house. She was tiring and getting frustrated especially at my smirky manner.

       'So what's the matter? No idea where you're going?'

       She looked frustrated and uncertain.

       'You know what they say, 'To Hell in a hand cart'?' I teased her.

       She was already in Hell but just didn't know how far inside its perimeters and parameters she was.

       I still hadn't sorted out how I wanted to wind the trick down. How I wanted to assume my rightful position of being in control. I mean I could rush her anytime and the gun wouldn't fire but that wouldn't be sophisticated or genteel or especially stimulating. I wanted to lead her into surrendering the weapon, not bash her into doing it.

       'I think you'd be best to give me the gun back. You have no idea where you are and you're even getting me lost. We could have to spend the night here.'

       She looked tentative at the mere thought of that and wasn't quite so sure of her superiority any more.

       Time to gob smack her.

       Time to fuck her life.

       We were coming close to where three of my previous victims were buried. I knew each and every spot on my considerable acreage. One was a lawyer and the others a teacher and her fourteen year old cunt daughter. I used brick sized paving stones as markers to know the exact locations. Had the cops ever discovered my secrets, they would have had a field day with that, like it'd have made their jobs so much easier. But the cops were never going to catch on to me. I believed I was too careful. Not too smart, or arrogant, just extremely careful.

       I was set to set her up to freak.

       'Hold it. Hold it a moment. Look here.'

       She craned her neck and saw nothing that mattered. They didn't look like gravestones but they also didn't look like they belonged there, indigenous you might say.

       A human hand had had a hand it their arrivals.

       'Look here. What do you think they are? These markers?'

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       She looked closer and could see the stones. Two red ones and a grey one.

       'Oh yeah, I see. Are they trail markers, like to point you to the house?'

       'Well not exactly. No, not quite.'

       'What then?'

       Now I was going in for the psychological kill.

       'You're not the first woman I've had here, you know. You don't think you're the first one, do you?

       Her face screwed up but she still wasn't worried, not anywhere near as worried as she should have been. She still had the gun. (That she couldn't fire.)

       'What? What are you talking about?'

       'I've had lots of women here and some got to go home and some didn't and those are three of the ones who didn't.'

       'Uh? What? They're.. those are graves?'

       'Fucking right and six feet deep.'

       I had a small back hoe I kept in an out building. I'd bought it cheap at a municipal works yard auction and I knew how to operate it pretty proficiently, even if I did say so myself, and no one'd taught me. Talk about blowing my own horn and now it was time to blow her mind off.

       'I don't believe you. No. No. How? Why?'

       'Why? Why did some end up there in the ground and others go free? The only ones who challenged me and tried to take control over me. They ended up there. Sound familiar, Chris?'

       I wanted to finesse her out of the rifle into her own grave, maybe even beside the three right before us.

       'No. No, I don't believe you. What's the matter with you. I can't believe you.'

       I suppose that was the truest part she expressed. It was too terrible for her to allow herself to believe so she couldn't believe me. She did believe me but couldn't allow herself to.

       Now I was going to cement my guilt in stone.

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       'Well think about it, remember about two years ago, that hot shot Bay Street lawyer from Toronto, she disappeared, the blond beautiful one who ended up winning all the high profile cases against the Ontario crowns..'

       'Her name was Miranda Stark, wasn't it? I liked to follow her career.'

       It was, so she obviously remembered.

       'So here lies Miranda.'

       Now her stuff was unraveling for her and she knew it. If she was going to get free, why would I tell her that, incriminating myself? My sharing, my boasting, my not being afraid of the repercussions,  could not be good.

       'She was such a mouthpiece.  A lawyer a mouthpiece, who would have thought otherwise? But she wouldn't do anything I told her, at least not the first time she heard any of my instructions. Geeze, I even had to fuck her, the first time unconscious and then have her legs tied so far apart I could park a bus in her crease. But I must say, she ruptured good, yeah, real good. Like I broke her into little pieces. Smithereens, you might say. Smithereens, don't you just love that word?''

       It was the fact I was so intent on baiting and antagonizing her that got Chris to thinking really worried.

       'Now I'm only going to say this once. You give me the gun back and you won't end up there, with them.'

       Technically I was correct, like my fingers crossed, right? She wouldn't have to end up there in that hole but another different one all reserved just for her. So much for fine points and splitting hairs. I loved splitting cunt hairs with bullets. That was the best way to divide them I could think of.

       She was tired. We were only five minutes from the house, but she had no idea. She was scared and lost and she needed to trust someone. It all felt so hopeless and I sounded so reassuring and honest. She sat down on a rock like a female Atlas with the weight of the world on her slender shoulders and just had to think it out. She had the future of her life in her hands, she thought, and she had to get it right. No second chances so she assumed.

       'If I do, if I do, how do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you won't still kill me like the others, you say. And who are the others? The other two markers?'

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       She shouldn't have opened that door. She really shouldn't have gotten me started. I loved reliving bits of the story of who was there under those two markers.

       Everybody, the whole fucking country knew about the high school teacher and her cheer-leader daughter, almost the whole world with the Internet and all. I wasn't sure I should tell her the exact truth, but why not? The truth is, the truth is always best. Look at the truths I'd used to lure her to the snatch house in the first place. My truths worked just fine for me even though half of them were lies to other people. I would have made a great politician, I mused to myself. Surely half truths have some redeeming qualities.

       So off I went to the recounting race.

       'Remember Havergal, the private girl's college in Forest Hill?

Remember the phys-ed and math teacher and her daughter, the cheer-leader?'

       Visit:     http://www.havergal.on.ca

       She looked at me stunned.

       Could I really have murdered a mother and her baby, even though the kid was fourteen? She started to mechanically shake her head side to side in unaccepting disbelief.

       How could this be?

       How could she have fallen into the clutches of such a prolific (serial) murderer?

       What had she done wrong?

       What had she done right?

       What should she do now?

       What was the right thing to do?

       I gave her a smile, like a nervous evil grin and could sense she was becoming defeated.

       'So the gun, best hand it over.' I reminded her.

       She was raging inside.

       She wanted to avenge the dead women, if they really were dead and there, and she really wanted justice for the young girl. Someone had to provide her recognition and justice and to tell the world where she was now and so she could get a proper burial even though she was buried, - improper, I supposed she'd think.

       Continued in folder two.