Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Although not well received I might as well post the final part...|
Today I had to drive back to Gloucester to collect more components and while in
the area I picked up a local newspaper to see if there was any report yet about
a missing girl cyclist.
It didn't mention a cyclist but there was her picture staring from halfway down
page 4: "Concern Grows Over Missing Student". With trepidation a read on, it
said there was concern about her safety since she was last seen in a very
distressed state the early hours of Thursday morning last week. I felt a wave
of relief that the manner of her disappearance was a complete mystery. I read
on. It appeared she had got paralytically drunk during the Wednesday afternoon
and evening and then late that night had given herself to several men in and
around a well known nightclub. I read on with a growing feeling that something
wasn't quite right. They were asking any men who had had sex with her that
night come forward both to assist with tracing her and to have a health check
... I began to feel a bit sick ... because she had been told at the hospital
only that morning that she was HIV positive, after which her flat mate
reportedly said "she totally lost it and trashed her room before going out to
Shaking I re-read the article hoping I had got got it wrong. I couldn't get out
of my mind her bleeding cunt as I had forcibly raped her ... three times! I
started the van, immediately did a u-turn, and put my foot down heading for the
quarry. I was going to kill the filthy slut. I was going to slice open her
foul neck. I was going to rip open her contaminated belly. I was going to stab
her in both eyes. I was going to...
I tried to calm down and think rationally, but all I could think of was that she
had sentenced me to death. Why hadn't the bitch died straight off in the road?
it was still mid afternoon when I arrived at the quarry, this time I drove
straight downto the end of the track After I switched off the engine I sat for
a few minutes gathering my thoughts. As I gazed at the dark still waters of the
flooded quarry I recalled seeing some rusty chain left over from when the
boatyard had been there, I had previously been pondering its photographic
I fetched the rusty piece of chain to the edge of the deep pond then returned to
the van to get my large knife. I shakily walked to where I had hidden the girl
and drasgged her out blinking into the daylight. This time I removed the
sleeping bag from her by slashing it with the large knife, not too worried
whether it also caught her flesh as well. She was sobbing weakly as I cursed
and abused her repeatedly with every fouyl word I could think of. I slashed the
bonds from her wrists and ankles and started dragging her by the hair along the
rough ground towards the flooded quarry. As she struggled to take away some of
the strain by trying to get onto all fours I let go and walked behind her, "move
bitch" I shouted and jabbed at her right buttock with the knife, she probably
tried her best but i then stabbed the knife deep into her left buttock till it
grated on bone and she collapsed to the floor again sobbing into her gag.
I dragged her the rest of the way by her hair then near the edge of the pond I
rolled her onto her side and kicked her in the belly as hard as I could so her
torso was flung three feet nearer the water before she doubled up in pain. I
pulled her up by her filthy long hair onto her knees then wound the rusty chain
round her twice before using bits of rope to make it fast to her arms and legs,
she certainly wasn't going to float! I suddenly realised that a lot of her
filthy blood was going to be spurting around so I stripped off putting my
clothes safely in the van. I returned and pulled her head back so I could look
straight into her eyes, I screamed hysterically "die slut, die in agony, you
foul god forsaken animal" as I ran the tip of the knife down her belly, from her
sternum down into her pubic hair leaving a jagged bloody line. I pulled my arm
back for the fatal blow aiming through her belly button towards her spine ...
Last Thursday morning I had come to lying on a bench in the stupid local park.
With horror I had a vague recollection of fucking people I didn't know, several
times - I can't fucking remember - the night before. Shit! That was the last
fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had
injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of!
I hate me!
Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions
the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I
went back to our shitty little bedsit. I needed to clear my head, so put on my
cycling clothes and pedalled madly out of the sodding town.
The frantic pedalling made my feel good, I pedalled harder than I had ver done
before delighting in the pain in my muscles. I had screwed up proper! I didn't
want to live! I saw a large petrol tanker coming towards my. I delighted in
the thought of me splatting into the front of it and my filthy diseased body
being shredded beneath its multiple huge wheels, and prepared to swerve into its
Then that twat in that silly tiny van got in my way! But when the fucking idiot
managed to knock me into the hedge I thought perhaps I was finished after all.
When I came to in the van I had no fucking idea where I was or what was
happening. I hoped it was hell with all the pain!
Even when that sadistic bastard tortured and abused me I tried to warn him not
to fuck me but I just got two fucking teeth smashed in for my effort. Why did
the stupid twat go to such efforts to keep me alive - I wanted to fucking die!
The next night he came I was disappointed to still be alive, especially when
trhe silly sod raped me again. I had started to be glad of all the pain I was
in knowing I deserved punishing for being such a selfish stupid cunt that
Wednesday night but what disgust I felt when I found myself enjoying the rape
this time. The more he hurt me the greater the ecstasy but I still can't
fucking believe that shameful orgasm! I nearly managed to explain to him but
the sod gagged me again too quickly!
The next few nights I delighted in dying of thirst. I struggled to get out of
the sleeping bag into the freezing autumn air but my bonds were to tight. Still
I hoped that dehydration would finish me even if exposure couldn't.
Then the bastard came back. I thought he was going to do the job properly and
execute me by crucifixion but he was only fucking role playing, the stupid sod!
I thought tonight he was finally going to fulfill my dreams and slaughter me. I
relished the sharp knife piercing my buttock, pity it didn't go further in. I
thought the sadistic belly kick was a bit unnecessary as it reduced the erotic
effect of the tip of the knife playing on my abdomen, when he pulled the knife
back ready to plunge it into me as he stared into my eyes I fucking came again.
Something in my eyes as I climaxed must have made the stupid bastard change his
mid 'cos he instead turned the knife towards his own belly and stabbed in deep
and upwards beneath his ribs. Blood bubbled out of his mouth as he sank to his
knees, then slowly sank onto his back as his erect prick slowly sagged as the
blood drained from his body through from the gaping wound in his stretched
I fell onto my side and strained in my chains to wriggle to the edge of the dark
inviting water, disgusted at the way I was still being turned on by the poor
sod's weakening gurgles, as I stared at his naked arched body he actually
fucking smiled at me! Because of the gag I couldn't tell him I really wanted to
die with him!
Then those stupid fucking kids drove into the quarry expecting to find somewhere
secluded to shag! Did they get a shock!
I still want to die but the fucking doctors know that and are doing all they can
to stop me killing myself. But I will, soon I hope. Oh shit! here comes that
stuck up bitch in the white coat checking up on me again ......
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