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I've done some pretty nasty things today, diary. The situation had gotten completelyout of hand, and one thing had led to another... I'm a reasonable man, usually,but there's only so much I can take before I snap. Today, I think, has beenproof enough of that. I don't know why I'm writing this down; if I'm caught,this is journal's going to be my passport to prison. I have to collect my thoughtssomehow, though. You can't write legibly if you're insane, can you?
I could plead temporary insanity, of course, but there was too much time tothink. A lot of Katchen's suffering was pre-meditated, and I'm no idiot. Thatkind of planning just won't wash in court. But I don't intend on going thereany time soon. She broke my heart, that girl. I'm not giving her up until I'vebroken a few things back.
What do you do when you find out your girl's fucking another man behind yourback? There's not really any protocol for it. No real solid course of action.Maybe you should argue, let her deny it, let her insult your intelligence withmore lies? Or maybe you should get a big fucking hammer, like I did, and cavethe sonofabitch's head in while they're doing it in your bed, while you'resupposed to be out working for a living, and then drag the screaming bitchdown the stairs and out to the shed, so you can lock her up and let her sweatfor a while.
We live in a rural area. And by rural, I mean we live in the sticks. We'rereally out of the way. It's miles to a local shop, and even further to thetown. Katchen had insisted upon it years ago, when we decided to get a placeof our own. She's a girl that likes the fresh air and the rolling hills. It'sa real pity she's going to spend the rest of her short, miserable life lockedin a dark little shed, isn't it? Well, it was her decision two-fold. Her ideato live where nobody could hear her scream, and her choice to give me causeto hurt her.
I'd been given the morning off work. That's how I found out. Isn't it alwayshow men inadvertantly find these things out? I felt like I was in a fuckingsoap opera.
Well, I let her scream obscenities and howl away for a while. I had a bodyto dispose of: the dead nigger in my bedroom. I walked back into the houseand scaled the stairs, suddenly terrified. What if I hadn't killed him? I realisedwith an almost paralysing dread that I hadn't even checked. I'd just struckhim once and moved onto Katchen. I stalked up the last few stairs and creptalong the corridor. I stood there for a few moments, my heart pounding, myears listening painfully for any sound that might indicate movement; the wayyou behave when you wake up late at night convinced that you've heard a noisedownstairs, and that a burglar might be in the house.
I peered into the room cautiously, half-expecting the nigger to grab me andfor us to wrestle. But his body was still there on the bed, as lifeless asI'd left it. The back of his head glistened darkly with blood, and our whitesheets were pretty much ruined. I'm no expert, but I figured Persil's new andimproved formula wasn't going to cut it. Those sheets were going to have tobe burned. But first things first.
I dragged the nigger out of the house and disposed of him in the best wayI saw fit. I'm not going to write it down here, because it'll only exacerbatethings if I'm caught. Besides, he doesn't deserve to be found. And I intendto desecrate his make-shift grave every time nature calls.
I went back to visit Katchen. She'd stopped screaming by this point, I guessshe'd exhausted herself with her struggles. When I opened the door, she'd staredat me with wide, brown eyes, panic-stricken and very much afraid. Her facewas soaked with tears and she tried to wriggle away from me, but there wasn'treally anywhere for her to go. Still, almost adorably, she pushed herself upagainst one wall and kicked her feet, as if trying to pass through it. I'dbound her wrists and ankles with some fencing wire that I'd used to help repairone of the farmer's fences when a few of his cattle managed to break throughit last year. I'm a nice guy, after all. I still had some left over. Why notput it to good use?
"What's the matter, bitch?" I taunted her. "Are you just upsetbecause you aren't gonna get anymore nigger dick, or are you scared becauseI just might bludgeon the shit out of you as well?"
I didn't know that such a coarse and vile side to me had existed, but whenI looked at Katchen now, I felt as though all moral barriers just fell away.She'd hurt me so much, there aren't words to even describe it. She was my world,that girl; my reason for living and breathing and I'd have given her everything.I had wanted to grow old with her. And then, one morning, I find she's beenfucking some asshole behind my back and it destroyed me. And what was leftbehind? Well, it's who's writing now. The monster who's going to tell you allabout how he got his revenge.
Chapter Two
"What's the matter honey, lost for words?" I still had the hammerin my hands. Its flat, stubby head was smeared with his blood. I took a steptowards her. She yelped, and kicked out again, pushing her back up againstthe wall even harder. I grinned. "Missing him already, are you? Don'tbe upset, pumpkin. There's some of him in this very room with us."
Her bleary eyes focused on the hammer. Her rapid breathing turned into hyperventhilation,and I laughed. "Why don't you give him a kiss?"
I knelt down in front of her and pushed the hammer's head against her lips,trying to force it into her mouth. She squealed and tried to turn her headaway, so I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her steady.
"Go on, bitch. Kiss your lover goodbye," I said, and rammed thehammer into her mouth. She screamed into the metal and thrashed on the floor,but it was no use. The nigger's blood was smeared all around her mouth andon her lips, and no doubt she was tasting his cold, dead blood in her mouthright now. Fresh tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
"Fuck you, whore!" I shouted, yanking the hammer back. I threw itaway and it clattered on the ground behind me. "You don't get to feelsorry for yourself! You did this, Katchen, do you understand me?! You broughtall of this on yourself!"
I stopped and listened to her sobbing for a few moments. She wrecks my lifeand what? She cries over the dead nigger? There was no way I was letting herget away with that.
"So, what? Feeling unfulfilled, were we? I wasn't good enough for you?Or maybe you're just a cock-hungry slut, is that it? Couldn't get enough ofthat big, black dick, huh?"
"Please," Katchen tried to speak, so I hit her in the face.
"You don't ever get to speak to me again without permission, whore. You'reso far beneath me that I find it insulting. No; if you want to talk, you'llask for my approval first. Got it?"
She just groaned.
"Fucking pig," I spat. "If you like dick so much, all you hadto do was say!"
I rose to my feet and started to unzip my pants. The stupid bitch was gettingwhat she deserved, I reasoned. She wanted to fuck? Well, she'd get to fuck.It was all I planned to let her do with her life now. Poetic justice, really.First, though, a little foreplay. Girls love foreplay; Katchen especially likedit when I'd kiss her neck. I knelt in close, my lips brushing against her clavicle.She jerked, trying to pull away again, so I just wrapped my fingers in herhair and yanked, keeping her steady. I kissed her neck, tenderly at first,and then bit her hard. She screamed.
I stood up, laughing, and pulled my dick out.
"Suck me," I demanded. "Or I'll take the hammer over thereand put you out of your misery too. Maybe you and the nigger can hook up inhell."
Her ample chest heaving, Katchen reluctantly took my dick in her mouth. Ispat in her face. "Suck, stupid! Don't just sit there holding it, likesome fucking retard."
Katchen started suckling on my cock, swirling her soft, wet tongue aroundthe head, starting to pump her face back and forth as my tool grew in her mouth.
"Look at me, slut," I told her, and she did. She stared up at mewith big, brown doe-eyes and sucked my dick. My saliva drooled down her leftcheek where I'd spat on her. She looked fucking pathetic; so degraded. I lovedit. It was time to get a little bit rougher, though. I twisted my hand in herhair and took firm grip of her head, and started forcing my dick down her throat.She gagged and choked instantly, but that didn't stop me. I fucked her face,ramming my dick down her throat, listening to the meaty thwack of my ballsslapping on her chin and the wet gurgles she gagged out, uselessly trying tobreathe with my fat prick lodged in her windpipe.
"Cocksucker," I told her. "Yeah, suck my dick, you worthlessslut. This is all you're good for now; sucking cock. I'm gonna keep you herein this shed, cocksucker. Fuck your face whenever I feel like."
After a while, after what must've seemed like an eternity for poor, degradedKatchen, my dick twitched in her throat and I filled her tummy with hot, thickgouts of spunk. She coughed and spluttered, but swallowed it all.
"Good little cocksucker," I told her.
"Please," she croaked, her throat raw from the brutal fucking I'djust given it. "Let me say something?"
"No, slut." I said. "I don't give a shit what you have to sayright now."
Katchen never would let me fuck her in the ass. She was a feisty girl in thesack, but that was the one place I couldn't put it. She was so terrified thatit'd hurt. So what better a thing to do next, than to hurt and terrify her?
"Get onto your knees, cocksucker. Crawl towards me a bit," I said,watching as Katchen fearfully obeyed, crawling towards me. I cut a length offencing wire and looped it round her neck, and fastened her to a shelf aboveher head. She was tethered like a dog. God it was hot. There she was: naked,on her knees in a damp, grotty shed, having just sucked my dick until it hadexploded down her throat, looking completely helpless and vulnerable. I walkedbehind her. Her ass had always been her best feature. That perfect, heart-shapedass had always been off-limits, but now I owned her. With one, muddy boot,I kicked her in the small of the back, sending her sprawling forwards to theground. Her leash pulled taut around her neck.
I pushed my dick against her asshole, slowly forcing it in. She started screamingimmediately, begging me to stop, pleading for me to take it out. I slappedmy hand on her meaty ass hard; hard enough to leave a blotchy red hand printon her gorgeous white skin.
"Shut the fuck up, slut," I said. "You know this is what youwant. A nice, big dick in your ass. Don't tell me it's not true, a whore likeyou. All you think about is dicks filling you up. Tell me it's true. Go on,whore."
Katchen just cried, her little hands forming balls as I buried my dick balls-deepin her ass. God, she was so tight. And her ass was spasming so deliciously,squeezing my dick. I slapped her ass again, hard.
"I gave you an order, bitch!"
"Ahh!" Katchen mewled. "Please... all I think about... is dicksfilling me up."
"Use your own words, you dumb slut. Don't just copy me."
"Ngh, it hurts!"
"It'll hurt so much more if you don't start fucking doing as I tell you," Iwarned, smacking her ass again. I loved the way her flesh jiggled when I struckit. I pulled out of her ass completely, only to impale it again in one quickthrust. Katchen wailed.
"I... love cocks in me," she said, forcing confession. "Pleasefuck me... I need to fuck..."
"That's the best you can do? You aren't even trying. I bet you whisperedall sorts of nasty things to that nigger." I was really fucking her now,ramming in and out of her, leaning down on her slender form, crushing her bodywith my own. I reached under to maul one of her tits with my hand, squeezingit and pinching her nipple. She used to like it when I gently squeezed hernipples, but now I was tugging on them as though I planned to pull them off,and she was screeaming the shed down.
"AAAaghh!" She howled, begging me to stop, pleading and whininguntil she was just mumbling desperate jibberish. I kept fucking her ass, hard,unrelenting until I came, shooting my load into her bowels and collapsing ontop of her. We lay like that for a little while; Katchen sobbing quietly underneathme.
After a bit, I got up. I wiped my dick on a handful of her hair and left theshed.
"Sweet dreams, you dumb bitch," I called back after her. "I'llsee you in the morning!"
Oh, the plans I have in store for that slut! This world was new to me, butI was always an inventive fellow. Okay, feasibly, I knew this couldn't last.If Katchen's family didn't raise an alarm soon, the nigger's would. I'm prettyfucked, realistically speaking.
But hey, so's Katchen. And in the meantime, I'm going to make sure she's fuckeda lot.
Might as well have some fun with my freedom while I still can, right?
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