First she screamed. Then, she begged. Finally, she just cried.
I got out my old Dan Wesson .357, and lowered the heavy barrel at her head. On her knees in front of me, I could see the lines of her tears running down her cheeks to fall on her shirt. She was one pretty cunt, I got to say that.
Her brown hair fell around her slender face like a bell. She wore a short sleeve pullover thingy that clung so tight to her skin that I could see the shape of her bra. The waist of the shirt barely met the waist of her tight jeans, and hints of the flesh of her belly peeked out when she moved.
I looked down along the barrel at the bitch, and felt a moment of regret that I had to waste such a lovely twat. It would of been a lot more fun to fuck her till her ass was sore.
I thought for a moment about where to do it. A bullet in the brain would be quickest. A bullet in the belly would leave her screaming on the floor for a long time, and that sounded like fun. But either way she'd bleed a damn lot, and I'd have a real mess to clean up. A bullet in the tit would smash through into her lung, and she'd still die slow. Besides, I thought it'd be fun to have the bullet "fuck" her tit.
She looked at me pleading like, and said was I gonna kill her. I said I was. I told her she knew too much. I began to put pressure on the trigger.
She asked me if I would let her pick how she died. Well, I stopped pressing the trigger, I was so surprised. How did she want it? She looked at me and started to answer, then kind of hesitated, like she was embarrassed or something. Then she swallowed hard, and looked at me with sad eyes, and asked me if I'd take her up to the national forest and hang her from a tree?
Man, I could hardly believe it. I asked her why?
She got all red in the face and told me that she'd always had these fantasies, and she said something about b-b's and m and m's or something. She said she'd never had a boy friend who had the courage to do her the way she wanted, and if she couldn't live with her rope fantasies, she could at least die with them. She got all soft eyed and said she'd make it worth my while, and then she reached up a hand to gently touch my prick.
Hell, I didn't understand half of what the bitch said. Damn college cunts. Just because they go of to some fancy school with them commie professors, they get to thinking they're so much smarter than everyone else. Girls don't need all that schooling just to make babies and keep a man's house clean.
At least I understood about them college boys not having any guts. All them gays and one world nuts hang out at the colleges so as how they can corrupt our boys, you know.
So, what the hell? I said I'd do it. Sounded kind of interesting. I'd never seen anyone hanged before. And she was a pretty thing. A few hours one way or the other bouncing on her belly wouldn't make any difference.
I got some rope out of the shed, and tied her hands behind her back, and tied her ankles together, and tossed a couple turns around her chest to hold her arms to her sides. Then I gagged her, and rolled her up in an old drop cloth. I put a couple of bungee straps around the tarp to hold it together just in case, and then tossed it all into the back of my S-10, and closed the canopy. She didn't argue or fight or nothing. Like she knew she couldn't get away.
Usually takes a little over two hours to get up into the national forest from my farm, and a little more to get into some of the back trails I learned about while I was hunting out of season. I shoved my old truck up into a little draw that had rising ground covered by trees on three side, and looked out over wooded hills and a little valley with a pond downhill.
I got her out of the back, untied her and then got my Ithaca off the rack behind the seat while she stood up. She acted like she didn't even notice the scattergun. She stood there for a minute just looking around, then said it was a beautiful place to die. I don't know. I never thought of it as beautiful.
She smiled at me, kind of sad like, then began to strip. First she peeled off her shirt. I remember she was wearing this flower print bra, and I could see her nips sticking out already. Then she kicked off her shoes, opened her jeans and slid them down her legs. Her jeans were so tight that it bunched up her blue panties when she pushed them down.
She rubbed her hands over her belly for a minute, then slowly walked up to me. She unbuttoned my shirt, and unzipped my jeans. Then she shoved one hand down in my pants, and stroked my prick. God, I was getting hard fast. I grabbed her ass with my free hand and squeezed. Her skin was tight and her muscles were firm, like she was a dancer or something.
When she started to shove my shirt off, I reminded her that we were twenty miles from anywhere, and there was no way she could get away from me anyway. Then, I tossed my shotgun through the cab window onto the seat of my pickup.
It only took a moment to get me out of my shirt, jeans, and jockeys. She was all over me. Her hands rubbed me up one side and down the other, she wanted it so bad. She was a pretty thing, too. I remember a narrow face, with a tiny nose and big eyes, that looked up to me hungry like. I admit she turned me on quick. I practically ripped the bra and panties off of her.
Her tits weren't so big, but they made a nice handful, and they had big light colored nipples that stuck out at me. She had, like, trimmed her pussy hairs when she shaved her legs for her bikini. The little brown bush was real short, and didn't get in my way at all when I shoved my hands between her legs.
I kissed her all over her face and neck. And I squeezed her titties and fingered her nips. And I stuck a finger into her cunt and stroked her from the inside with it. She got all wet and gooey on me. She ran her tongue over my neck and chest, and licked at my nips, too. She grabbed my prick in her hand and stroked it, and even lifted one leg and wrapped it around my legs while we were still standing. I think she'd of fucked me standing there if I'd let her.
Well, I shoved her to the ground, and dropped down on her belly. She yanked up her legs and opened wide for me. Don't let them panty-waist college types tell you that size don't matter. Size matters, and I'm not ashamed to say that I'm well equipped in that area.
I rammed the meat to her, and she started to squeal. I was so hot I slammed in on her like I hadn't had woman in a long time. Not that she minded. The raw power of me thrusting into her drove her wild.
She actually came before I did. I could feel her body getting all stiff because she came so hard, and I just naturally came with her. I mean I dumped a huge load in her. Women get off on that power action, you know; you put it to them hard and heavy, like you're nailing there ass to the floor, and it just drives them wild. Of course when you have the kind of equipment I have, it just comes naturally.
We lay there for a minute, just kind of catching our breath. Then she got up and took a couple of steps. She picked up her shirt and with a little laugh said she wasn't going to need it any more, then she used it to wipe off her cunt. I ain't never seen a woman clean herself like that. All the other women I know go off the bathroom and do it in private, you know.
After she wiped herself off real good, she fingered herself too. Then she came over to me and dropped down to her knees to wipe off my love piston. I grabbed her by the hair and told her that if she wanted to do that, then she should use her tongue.
She gave me a real funny look, like she didn't really want to. But then she gave me a little smile, and bent her face to my crotch. Maybe she ain't never done that before, but she bent to it with a will. I could tell quick that she'd get me back up in no time that way.
I was surprised when she turned her body around and shoved her ass in my face. Well, hell, I figured, why not? I reached up my tongue and started to attack her cunt. I ain't done that kind of thing much, but I could tell it was working, because she really went to town on my prick.
Damned if she didn't come before I did again. I could tell because she stopped working my prick to toss her head back and groan out load. I mean that bitch was hot!
She moved away from my face and smiled at me. I smiled back, then told her she wasn't done. She kinda grinned, and bent back to sucking me eager like. I lay back with my eyes closed and relaxed. In hardly any time at all I could feel that pressure behind my prick.
I grabbed her by the hair and my hips thrust out, fucking her throat when I come hard, shooting another big load into her. She gagged, and tried to get away, but I was holding her hair too tight. I told her to swallow it all. She got all sick looking, but, damn it, she gulped and slurped and licked it all down.
Afterwards, I thought for a moment she was going to get sick. But she managed to hold it down. I got up and went to get a couple beers out of the cooler in the truck. She gratefully gulped down the one I gave her. I joked with her that with the protein from my cum and the carbs from the beer she was getting a good lunch out of it.
She smiled. She got up a minute later and walked a little ways down hill. I watched as she squat in the trees, and I could see her piss and shit. Woman had no shame, letting me see all of that. I remember noticing her body when she walked back. The way her hips swayed, and her titties wobbled, and her hair swung side to side. I mean, this was one hot bitch, and getting a good manly fuck from me was really bringing it out. I ain't ever seen another woman so free with her body.
I told her I wanted to watch her play with herself. She was surprised, but she shrugged and sat down by a tree with her hips thrust out toward me. Her right hand went down between her legs and she started to stroke her cunt lips. After a few minutes of that, her left hand reached up to her body. While her right hand stayed busy between her legs, her left hand started to run all over.
She tickled her sides, and she rubbed her nips, and she rubbed her belly. Then she stuck both hands between her legs. Two fingers of her right hand were stuck deep in her cunt, while one finger of her left hand was massaging her clit. I don't mind telling you it was a hell of a show.
But then she quit, and reached out her hands to me, and asked me to tie her wrists together.
Well, what the hell? I got some of the rope from the back of the pickup, and quickly wrapped it around her wrists and made a simple granny knot. Then she dropped her hands back to her cunt.
But this time was different and I could tell.
Her muscles were tighter, and her breathing was faster, and she twitched like, so that her nips danced. I had my hand on my prick, and watching her get turned on was turning me hard again, too. When I thought she was going to come again, it was too much.
I lunged forward and dropped on her belly, jamming my love piston at her. Her hands were in the way, but she managed to grab my prick and steer it into her, and then she cried out, and arched her back and her body just got so hard it almost forced me back out of her. Just me ramming it into her was enough to make her come.
When she started to settle down, I kept pumping, because I really needed to come again, too. She was past, but she tried to help me get off. She pulled her tied hands out from between us and held them up over her head, and she sucked at my neck and my ears, and she rocked her belly, and her heels were against my butt.
I could feel her cunt clamp and release on my prick when I stroked. It was like she was milking my prick, using her hips to pull another climax out of me. And it worked. I came good and hard. And when I came, damned if she didn't come again too!
Afterwards, I rolled over and lay on my back. She kind of groaned like she was worn out, too. My head was kinda lying on a root, like a pillow, and the leaves were soft under my back. She rolled over and cuddled up to my left side so that her head was on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and rested my hand on her waist. We lay there like that in the cool shade of the late afternoon. I think she dozed off. I'm pretty sure I did.
The next thing I know, I hear the pickup door open. She's not by my side anymore. I bounce to my feet and run around the truck. She's standing by the open door, kinda staring at the shotgun on the seat. I grab her by the arm and yank her away from the cab.
She stares at me with this funny look on her face; kinda scared, and kinda something else. She said she was going to get a beer. You know, I think she was telling the truth and she had really forgotten the shotgun was there.
Anyway, I told her she didn't need no beer. Pulling her by the arm, I dragged her around to the tailgate. When we got there, I took the longest piece of rope I had, and started to tie a noose in one end.
Her eyes got real big as she watched me tie that knot. She said I didn't have to do it. I said it was too late now. When I had the noose tied, I shoved it at her face, and pulled it down around her head to her neck. Her eyes were still big, but not like she was scared anymore.
When I grabbed the knot and pulled it tight to her neck, it was like she accepted that she was going to die. She raised her tied hands and pulled most of her hair out of the noose. I could see that her hands were trembling.
I looked around for a moment. There was a big old elm tree just behind the pickup, and I figured I could get the rope over one of those branches. Took me a couple of tries, though.
Then, I just pulled up the slack. She had tears in her eyes again when she turned to me and said I didn't have to do this.
She reached out for my prick again, too. I just ordered her to get up on the tailgate. She didn't want to, and I had to help her get up. She stood up there, naked, hands tied in front of her, her whole body quivering like. It made her titties shake nice. I pulled up all the slack in the rope, and tied the end to the hitch of the truck.
I got to admit I stood there for a few moments just staring at this lovely cunt I was going to hang. I mean she made such a pretty picture.
I mean I ain't a pervert or nothing, but seeing her standing there, bare-assed naked, and her hands tied, and that rope around her neck, and with her crying and trembling and all, well, I mean, I was started to get hard again. Do you believe it?
I grabbed my prick and started to gently stroke it, just looking at her. She saw what I was doing, and started to stroke her pussy again. She asked me if I wanted to do it again? I almost said yes. But, I didn't. After a moment, I told her I wanted to watch her swing.
I swear I could see her turn pale. She raised her tied hands and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. Then, she kind of looked around, like someone who wanted to remember the place. Then she took and deep shaky breath. She seemed to draw herself up, like she was working up the nerve, and closed her eyes..
Then she flexed her knees, and lifted her feet.
I heard her make a funny noise in her throat when the rope around her neck took her weight. Her body swung out in a big way, because of how far the truck was from the branch. She swung out and back a couple of times, twisting side to side a little. Then her body began to shudder.
It was like her belly muscles were heaving, and it made her legs jerk back and forth. Her hands suddenly shot up to the rope around her neck, and she tried to grab at it. She kind of clawed at the noose for a minute, but she couldn't really get a good grip. Now her legs started to really kick around, like she was trying to find some place to put them. It made her swing on the rope get all jerky like. I could see between her legs when she did that, and I could see her pussy in the little nest of trimmed hair. I was thinking how good that pussy had grabbed my prick.
Since she couldn't get a grip on the noose, she shot her hands up and grabbed at the rope over her head. Because her hands were tied, she couldn't really get a good hold on the rope, but she managed to grab enough to take some of the weight off her neck. I heard quick rapid gasps, and I could see her chest heaving with the effort. Then she looked at me.
By now her swinging back and forth had settled down a bunch, and the only twitching side to side was what she did when she kicked. While she was trying to hold the rope, she wasn't kicking, so her body got all kind of relaxed. I saw her eyes fall on me stroking my love meat. She tried to smile and then she tried to say please. I mean this hot cunt girl was hanging and she was still begging for a fuck!
I gotta admit I was getting pretty serious hard. I really wanted to fuck her again by then. I was kinda surprised that I could get so turned on watching the bitch hang, but there it is. Maybe it was the way she kicked and wobbled on the rope. Maybe it was the way her face was turning all red. Maybe it was getting her pussy up to where I could get a good look at it. Whatever, I was tempted to get her down off that rope. But I didn't. I grinned at her mean like, and told her that if she wanted to fuck, she had to prove it. I told her to play with herself, and if she could get me turned on that way, I'd think on it.
Her eyes got all big like. She stared at me, scared and uncertain. Then the tears were back. I saw her look at me different, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then she took a deep breath, I could see her chest heave and her tits wave, and then she let go of the rope. I really didn't think she'd do it, but she did.
She let of the rope, and hanged full on again, so she could play with her pussy like I told her to. With her hands tied, she didn't have an easy time of it, because it was hard to get some fingers inside her pussy and stroke her clit at the same time. But she tried. I could see her fingers and wrists pumping she tried so hard. Her belly was heaving at her hands she was trying so hard, and that made her dangling legs twitch back and forth at me.
I could see that the rope around her neck was sunk into her skin so deep it was like part of her. The knot pulled up behind her ear and tilted her head over funny. Her eyes were closed again, and her mouth was just a little bit open showing her clenched teeth. Her belly twitches were making her nips bounce again, and damned if they weren't starting to get all hard. Her hands got to going real fast. Her body bounced real busy making the rope shake, and that made her swing some more.
You know, I realized I could see her start to smile. I mean this cunt was getting herself real turned on by playing with herself while she was hanging by the neck. Do you believe that? Seeing her like that was doing it to me too. I mean, I was getting rock hard under my own stroking fingers.
Her fingers got real fast. Her face got real red. Her lips pulled back. Her body started to shake real hard, and I could see her muscles started to heave. Her eyebrows shot up, and suddenly she looked real happy and her body got all stiff. The cunt was coming while she hanged!
Well, that was as much as I could take. I wanted a piece of that after all. But while I was going to get the truck to get my knife, her body sagged.
I grabbed the Gerber from under the seat and ran to the tail gate. She was dangling limp like, not moving a twitch. She was just part of the swing of the rope. I hacked through the rope tied to the hitch, and her body collapsed onto the leaves. I dropped the knife on the tail gate, and dropped down beside her.
The rope around her neck was stuck in so deep that I had trouble getting it loose. It left a crease in her throat a half inch deep, I swear. But, when I put my ear on her tit, I could hear a faint heartbeat. She weren't all dead yet.
Y' know, I was so turned on I might of gone ahead and used her body even if she were dead. I ain't proud of that, but there it is. Besides, fucking her while she was unconscious was almost the same, wasn't it? Hell, it was her fault. I ain't no pervert, but this thing of fucking her while I was killing her really got me all turned, because it got her so hot. Oh, hell.
Anyway. After she woke up, she was all confused. Like, why wasn't she dead? You know? I didn't say nothing at first. I just tied her up with the rope that was still loose around her neck, and wrapped her in the drop cloth again, and tossed her back in the truck again.
See, what I did was, I kept her in that little room in the basement. I kept it padlocked anytime I was out of the house or had company or anything. It weren't no trouble keeping her, because I didn't have to buy her clothes or anything. When I let her out she'd just go around bare-assed naked. Out there on my farm, who'd know?
She did some cooking and cleaning and stuff like that to earn her keep. And any time I got hot, she was always there to fuck. It was better than having a wife, because a wife will want you to buy her stuff, and take her places, and run your life the way she said, and tell you she got a headache so not tonight, and all that stuff. This cunt knew she couldn't do that stuff.
Of course, she was still a woman, so she tried. Whenever she got like that, I'd get mad, and then I'd hang her again. I guess she figured she was already dead, like, and I was loaning her back her life and could take it away any time I wanted.
I don't think I ever had to force her to swing again. I'd tell her it was time to hang, and she'd just put that noose around her neck. She never knew if I'd let her die or not.
Sometimes, I swung her intending to let her die. Sometimes I swung her just to watch her kick. But every time she got up on that rope, kicking and gasping, she'd get all turned on again, and I'd get all turned on watching her. I'd get all soft on her, and cut her down and we'd fuck ourselves silly.
Most of the time she got off on me trying to kill her again. Well, there was one time, she got all weepy and said that her oxygen was depraved and she weren't as smart as she used to be. I don't know what she was talking about. Woman don't have to be smart to be a good fuck.
Now you tell me that you found me 'cause you were looking for her, huh? Well, I guess it's my own fault. I figured you'd find me 'cause of the guns, or the drugs I used to fund the movement.
Kind of funny ain't it? You know I still think you boys should be on our side? Instead of working for them jew boys and commies in Washington, you ought to be part of the movement to get all them pansies out of our country. If we could get rid of the niggers and the chinks and the jews we could clean up this country. Don't look at me like that. You boys know what I'm talking about.
Like your jew boy bosses in Washington didn't tell you what to do about something like that trick front door on my place did they? They don't care about you, just their banks and their big bucks. You boys just bounced off and had to shoot it out. You're lucky you got in at all. If I'd of had time to lock up the porch door proper we'd still be out there, and then them wimps in the news would be making fun of you.
Come to think of it, while the lead was flying, she come walking into the room, kind of confused like. I told her to get down, but she just ignored me. She asked if she was going to be rescued? I said not if I had anything to say about it.
She stood there and watched bullets crashing through the window for a minute, then just wandered off. I didn't pay much attention 'cause I was too busy trying to shoot you boys. Now you tell me you found her hung up in the basement, huh? Well, I didn't do it.
Did she have her hands stuck between her legs? I guess, after living with a real man all this time, she just didn't want to go back to them college wimps.
— end of extract —
— case # 99-22437 —
— original signed by suspect —
— original signed by interviewer special agent Morrison —
— original signed by witness agents Nelson, Martin and Brennen —
— note to special prosecutor: Here is the section of the interview of 19 November that you asked for. So far forensic evidence is unable to establish clearly whether or not he might have had a hand in hanging the woman. In fact, when the body was discovered, it did have one finger of the left hand caught in the tissue of the vagina.
The psychologist has examined this statement. He suggested that the victim may have been living in a "Stockholm Syndrom" type situation. If the suspect is telling the truth, then the victim may have felt an attachment to him. Note his statement that she had a secret fantasy of living in a BDSM relationship.
Note also that he "saved her life" the first time he tried to kill her, in a fashion that enhanced the experiences sexual connection. He also repeated that connection on other occasions. The psychologist pointed out that she claimed to be suffering from brain damage induced by oxygen deprivation as a result of repeated hangings.
It is possible that she took her own life. She may have been despondent about returning to a normal life while suffering the brain damage. She may also have been sufficiently humiliated by her life style as a sex slave, and her acceptance of that life style, that she was unwilling to face family and friends. —
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