Revision of a true life murder.

 

 

Daniel Sylvester murdered Alicia Ross, in real life.

His trial in currently ongoing in Toronto, Canada.

I dreamed I was Daniel Sylvester and this is how the encounter with Alicia Ross should have gone down.

This is a work of fiction.

 

 

 

 

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            Life was a bitch and one lived right next door to me.

            While I'd secretly watched her and fantasized often about raping and torturing her, it was all just in my imagination and I did my best to avoid direct contact with her. She intimidated me, or at least tried to. The few times I had encountered her, face to face, she did nothing to try to hide her contempt for me. She was beautiful and what some people would call vivacious and was an 'in' person, an 'it' person who was a social butterfly, so to say. By contrast, I was reclusive and withdrawn and generally awkward around others, especially good looking women. I always wanted to cut their nipples off and rip their cunts open which I suppose made me a sexual misfit.

            I was thirty-three and still lived with my widowed mother who doted on me and didn't even make me get a job. Dad had left her quite well of when he died suddenly at sixty years old. I had left the nest quite a few years earlier but it didn't work out and within two months was back home where I'd lived ever since.

            Alicia and her boisterous family had moved in about two years ago and at twenty-five, she was the second oldest of four sisters. Her mother was a sawed-off little runt, under five feet, with a yappy motor mouth that was always in gear, so I suppose Alicia came by it honestly. You always knew when they were around and especially Alicia with her aggressive manners. The others didn't look nearly as good as her, but there was a niece...

            It was later revealed she was adopted which explained why she looked so much better.  So indeed, Alicia was  beautiful but in a brassy, arrogant, overly-extroverted way. She always had a big toothy smile on her rectangular face and loved to display and reveal her body. She surely thought she was God's gift and particularly sexual and more to the point, she thought she was invincible and I often wondered, even felt it, if something would happen between us, not that she'd willingly ever have had anything to do with me. I'd even installed a little outdoor spy camera, hidden in one of the many big trees, that looked right down upon where she often sunbathed topless beside her inground pool. I'd managed to get some good high-rez digital still photos of her as well.

            Using a special computer program and my home desktop printer, I'd made myself several life sized posters of her utilizing hardboard for a backing and loved throwing competition darts at her. From fifteen feet away, it took over seventy throws before I nailed one of her nipples dead center which led me to jerk off almost immediately. I often wondered what it would be like to do it to her in person and never dreamed I would actually get the chance. I wondered how she would puncture and scream?

 

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            Back to my story.

            We were in the midst of a heat wave and my living area was stifling. It was a self-contained apartment made in the basement with a separate entrance from the side of the house. The central air had been on the fritz and it would be at least another day before the repairman could promise to come by.

            I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep for more than half an hour so I got up about one-thirty am to go outside for at least a small measure of relief. I dressed lightly and as I stepped out into the cooler air, I found it had been raining, but was now stopped. I had only taken about four steps along the walk-way between our houses when Alicia burst around the corner from her backyard heading directly towards me. She never did anything slowly, except to die.

            I suppose because of the late hour, and not at all expecting to encounter anyone, she had gone for a swim in just her bra and panties. They were still soaked from the pool so she might as well have had nothing on. Her nipples were huge, like puffy ones and stuck out a good half inch through the smooth white fabric of her sports bra.  She'd shaved herself into a heart shape and I could have counted the hairs of her bush right through her panties. A motion sensor spot light had come on just as we met so I really could see everything and she knew it.

 

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            She freaked but made no effort to conceal herself, like she was defying me with her body, with her sexuality. Like, 'look what I've got that you can't have'. Bold as brass balls she stood there practically naked, blocking my way, to confront and berate me.

            'What the Hell? What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing here? Now?'

            I didn't like her tone or attitude at all and right off wanted to punish her for not trying to cover herself, at least show a little modesty or embarrassment. But that wasn't Alicia, she was never modest.

            I replied, 'Going for a walk. Anyhow, what's it to you? I have just as much right to be here as you do.'

            She took immediate uppity offense and decided to show me who's boss. She had just been promoted to a management position at her computer company so she must have been used to seizing the initiative and ordering people around.

            'Like Hell you do. You came out to spy on me. Like a dirty little school boy. You're pathetic. You're nothing but a fucking loser and always have been. You're pathetic.  Pathetic. Now get out of my way before I call the cops.'

            'The cops? What for?'

            'I told you, you're a peeping Tom pathetic loser, so get the fuck out of my face.'

            "Pathetic. A pathetic loser."

            Well that was it. That tore it. I'd been called that all through early school and much of high school until I dropped out. For me, that was a, no the trigger word.

            I slapped her pretty hard across her still mouthing off bitch face.

            She recoiled in a small amount of surprise but mostly from indignation and then punched me to the side of my mouth. She didn't slap me back. She escalated it and punched me full fist hard and I could taste my own blood. She was athletic, about five feet eleven inches and a hundred and forty-five pounds and she worked out and jogged all the time so she was fucking fit and strong so it hurt plenty and I almost fainted.

 

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            She'd recently taken up kick-boxing and next went to hoof me. She missed and tried to slug me again. I managed to grab onto her wrists, to prevent her from connecting, but now she struggled wildly. I swung her around and pinned her arms against the rough brick wall of her house. My chest was against hers. She scraped along the sharp surfaces and cut into her arms. She was really trying to knee me now, actually smash my balls and I had to step to the side to avoid her. She was totally out of control and I wasn't sure I could actually overpower her. She was so pumped full of adrenalin and of her own invincibility and now she was clearly out for more of my blood.

            I didn't really mean to, but as she lunged forward and down, her tit hung there, for a moment, like a target, perfectly outlined. I smashed my fist into her harder than she had hit me and there's no doubt it really fucking hurt her. She started to holler louder obscenities and I didn't want the whole neighborhood awakened so I gut punched her pretty well all my might. The wind, the breath was sucked right out of her and her yell cut right off short. Now she was doubled over and staggering, trying to breath and coughing and starting to throw up. I took her head in my two hands and pulled it down further and then got my arm around her neck, like a wrestling headlock, defined as her head locked between the crook of my elbow and the side of my body. I walked her into my back yard with her trying to pull away behind me. I squeezed on her neck with all my might and she tried to claw at me, but mostly tried to get my arm looser so she could breath. There was a folding aluminum chase lounge in our path and I threw her forward so that she tumbled over it, getting all caught up in it, before she was finally outstretched on the ground. She had twisted around onto her back to face me standing over her, with her arms upreached towards me. God her tits were incredible and I wanted to slug them more. She still couldn't really breath and I kicked her twice, hard to the side of her leg and as she twisted away, I booted her extra hard right in her butt crack. That exploded her further, (How dare I attack her rectum too.) and she thrashed wildly to force me away. She managed to kick me back pretty good twice but on her third try, I latched onto her ankle and pulled her along the damp grass on her backside.

 

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            Even though her other leg was striking out wildly, dragging her pulled, actually more like rolled, her panties down off her hips to the bottom of her ass. Her cunt was out but just a bit. She could see my eyes gleaming and figured raping her was my next intent.    

            She couldn't have been more wrong.

            I stamped on her crotch.

            She gave out with a high pitched squeal and then a guttural low moan and passed out.

            Fuck was she fucking beautiful. She was curled up onto her side, like fetal, and her tits just hung there not even jiggling. Her one leg was up towards her chest a little more than the other, so I could see a bit of her considerable labia from behind. She had the pair of parallel bananas kind. I knelt down beside her and turned her more onto her back to face me and put my hand on her inner thigh, just a couple of inches from her cunt. I could see clearly now that she had one of those messy cunts with lots of crinkly stuff on the outside and protruding, like a mini squiggle dick. Leave it to her to have a cunt with a tongue hanging out of it, like she had a mouthy twat too and it probably had teeth.

            She was my limp doll, my plaything now. I had dreamed so many times of touching her sexually and there it all was laying unconscious before me. I took hold of her bra in the center and pulled it up above her tits. They sort of just popped out and then stopped jiggling. I gazed at her face, somewhat in amazement that I had her in this situation. I'd just gone out for a breath of fresh air and now I was getting a breath of fresh cunt and I wasn't sure what to do next.

            I wasn't sure what I wanted to do to her next.

            I could have fucked her right then but then it would be over fast and I'd have to kill her to keep her from telling anyone. No way, no fucking way she wouldn't go to the cops and probably exaggerate what I'd done to her, like it was all my fault even though she'd started it. If I was going to do her, actually rape her, I didn't want it to be over fast, but I was afraid if I so much as sucked on one of her nipples or shoved my thumb into her twat, or pulled on what was hanging out, that would be it. I'd start and not be able to stop.

            'No. No. No.' I thought to myself.

            'No. No. No.' I said out loud to myself.

            'Think. Think. You stupid prick. You've gone this far. So think. Think. Fucking think.' I muttered it all out loud.

 

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            The cottage. Our cottage.

            We hadn't used it for a couple of years and were thinking of selling it, but nothing imminent or pressing and it was secluded and remote but had all the amenities. I decided there and then, we were going for a ride.

            Kidnapping.

            Fucking kidnapping.

            I was going to kidnap Alicia to the cottage and then she'd get the rapes and a whole lot more tortures.

            I was giddy with excitement and the anticipation. I almost came in my own pants just at the thought of transporting the bitch's cunt and tits.

            She was coming to and started to moan. She must have felt her stamped cunt right off. I took her head in my hands and then gripped her around the throat choking her. She was full awake now and clawed at my hands and tried to knee me away. I drew her up by the throat until she was full standing and tightened my grip further. Her eyes were wide and bulging and she was almost turning blue. I could see the veins in her temples and a few seconds later she went limp again. I released my hands and let her flop to the grass, all twisted and seemingly broken.

            I raced into our garage for some duct tape and nylon cord which I knew right away where they were and also got my grandfather's WWII Italian switch-blade and a razor sharp scalpel like knife which were also close by. I was back to her within a minute and tightly bound her wrists behind her back. I didn't give a fuck about her circulation. I bound her ankles and her legs just above her knees. I loved doing it more than I ever could have imagined and I'd imagined it plenty.  She was coming to again and, of course, everything was different now. Right off she realized she was tied up, sort of hog-tied and she'd have none of it. She went to holler (for dear life). I closed and clicked open the switch blade (for effect) and held it right hard up under her chin.

 

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            'Shsh. Shhshh.' I said. 'Start screaming and I'll stick you. I'll fucking stab you. You understand?'

            She nodded wide eyed but defiant and tried to play the victim to fool me.

            'So what do you think of that?'

            'Please. Please. No..'

            'Oh, now it's please and just a few minutes ago you were all swearing and superior. So who's the boss now?'

            She just glared at me and wriggled but quickly realized when she did, all it did was make her tits jiggle like jelly and I loved it and she knew I did from the saliva dripping from my chin and the bulge in my pants.

            I put my other hand to the back of her head and pulled it up forward towards me. I put my face really close to hers and could smell her fear and her sex. Her breathing was more like panting and it really turned me on hearing her gasping for her life.

            I whispered into her ear, 'How about a kiss. Just one little kiss?'

            She jerked her head and her face away.

            'Come on. Don't be like that. Don't be a fucking stingy bitch. Just one little kiss. I'm sure you've got lots of them in you.'

            She spat out, ' Fuck you. Fuck off.'

            'I'll tell you what, Alicia, I kiss these lips', I said touching her face, 'or I kiss those lips and I chew on what's hanging out of you .' I took hold of her inner thigh and she knew I'd seen more of her cunt already than she'd ever have wanted me to.

            I laid the knife on her chest, between her tits and took hold of her head both sides. I aimed my mouth for hers and as our lips brushed, she jerked hard to the side and twisted and the knife flew off her. She started to holler at the very top of her lungs.

            I kneed her in the side, to the back and she still tried to holler. I hammer punched her about the kidneys four fast blows and she quit while begging me to stop. I picked up the knife and shoved it hard into her throat up under her chin again. She stretched her head as far away from the tip as she could but I'd  pierced her skin and drawn a little blood too, sort of tit for tat, so to say. You would have thought it was a flood, the way she reacted. She froze solid and went stiller than still. I drew the knife down to the elastic between the cups of her hiked-up bra. It looked as if I was going to cut it off but I slid the blade inside one of her cups, shoved it through the fabric and sliced from the center to the outer edge. I pulled the bra back down into its normal supportive position and her nipple peeked out nicely now.

 

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            I ran the tip of the knife across her areola, pushed in slightly and her semi-erect nipple hardened even more, like into a small steel thimble.

            'You fucking mouthy bitch. Look at that, you cunt fuck bitch. You're having an erection, a nipple up. You like that? Your nipple like that? You slut.'

            'Stop it. I demand you stop it. You're being personal and filthy.'

            'Yeah, I can do that, I guess. I can stop. This isn't what I want anyway. It isn't where I want.'

            'Where?' she questioned.

            'Yeah, where. We're going for a ride.'

            I suppose she really understood quickly the deeper significance and implications, the greater danger of that, of being kidnapped, of being a kidnapping victim and what it usually, statistically lead to. How many good looking, fuckable kidnapped women are ever heard from again - alive? Perceiving the worsening threat and not being in control at all, she made one last fierce attempt to get free, although by now it was totally impractical. She threw her knees up at me as best she could, to knock me off balance and tried to head butt me to knock me out. She didn't at all succeed since it was pretty well ludicrous to try but I pretended she did. She caught me a glancing blow with her head and I pretended to reel backward and collapsed onto the grass. I twisted and turned a bit extra so I could watch her antics out of my squinted eyes. She went right for the knife. What surprised me was she wasn't hollering. You see, she intended to cut herself free and then stab me, but castrate me first, for having the nerve to so much as challenge her let alone touch her and mess with her sex bits. Now she didn't want the cops. She wanted to mete out her own justice, her power-bitch frontier retribution.  It was much later, I tortured, I burned this information out of her.

            She wriggled and slithered until she retrieved the knife. I was fascinated and quite surprised also how quickly she cut through the nylon cord tied above her knees. Now she was sawing furiously to free her ankles but couldn't reach as well from behind so it was taking longer and she was jabbing her heel every so often. Still, in about three minutes, she was successful and was struggling mightily to stand up.

 

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            The grass was slippery and with her wrists tied off behind her back, she'd get part way up and tumble back down. It was sheer poetry to watch and I was almost giggling and I'm sure my face was smirking while I was pretending to still be unconscious. Stupid cunt bitch, did she really think it was going to be that easy? Then, of all things, while still trying to get up, she lost her balance again, staggered,  and tumbled right on top of me. I felt her tits squish against my chest and now it was all just too much. As she tried to wriggle off and was partially above me, I grabbed onto both of her jugs and squeezed full might. I shoved her further up into the air, using them as handles and then threw her to the side. She was stunned and confused and desperate. I was upright in a flash, over to her and I knee smashed her breast. She shrieked out and tried to kick-box me while on her back. It really was arrogant and silly of her. As her legs spread, her crotch was exposed for a moment and I elbow smashed her protruding labia. That was it for her, she was out cold again but now would have a plenty sore pussy.

            I re-tied her legs, but not quite so tightly and then duct taped her toothy mouth. Then just for the Hell of it, I shoved my thumb into her busted twat. I got in up to her vix and scratched at her pucker. I pinched onto her external minora and pulled and stretched her like an elastic band about two inches out. She could never imagine how much extra attention I would direct to that peculiar part of her and how much extra pain I would direct its way.  But now figured I better stop or my scheme could go awry. I took the switch-blade and shoved it handle first into her and left it there like a dildo. I bundled her up into the trunk of my car. I cleaned up the evidence of what had happened and within half an hour, we were on the road to cottage country bliss.

            From when I'd first encountered her, it was an hour and a half lapsed so at three am there was no traffic at all. I did see a cop car parked outside an all night do-nut shop so was tickled I had nothing to worry about. When I got half an hour out of the city, on a deserted back road, I retrieved her from the trunk and seat belted her into the front seat. I'd tied her wrists looser above the first bindings and then cut the old ones to free up her blood flow to her hands. I wanted her to be able to grip my cock and diddle herself.

 

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            She was fully awake and aware and wide eyed and I told her I'd stick the knife in her cunt, the other way, if she gave me any more attitude. She must have believed me  because for the balance of the drive, about two hours more, she didn't even squirm much when I reached over to finger and pinch her exposed nipple or twist on her cunt tongue. She was revulsed but she contained it.

            Finally we arrived.

            After I'd opened and re-locked the gate, we were halfway along the hidden laneway through the forest when I stopped the car and turned to her and said, 'Alicia, sweetheart, take a good look around. It's the last time you're going to see the outside.' The moon was full.

            Then, of all things, the bitch, the foul mouthed cunt, the invincible power force started to cry. I reached over to her.

            'Come on baby. What you crying about? Oh, I see, maybe it's this.' I reached down and slowly extracted the knife handle from her cunt pinching the out part of her against it.

            I smelled it and licked it.

            'Umm. Umm good. Fucking cunt juice good.'

            She looked thoroughly disgusted and stopped with the sobs.

            Her fear was fierce and blazing and I just had to tell her what I'd been thinking during much of the drive there.

            'You know what? I often thought about raping you in your car. Well, this isn't yours but it'll have to do. I'm sure it'll do. I want to do it to you the first time in the back seat. What do you think?'

            Her cries and protests were muffled so I pulled the duct tape off roughly.

            'For God's sake. You bastard, stop it. Fucking just stop it. You've gone far enough. You've gone too far already. It's kidnapping. A federal offense, so just, just stop it.'

            I still had the knife in my hand.

            I pushed it into her side between her ribs, not far, maybe piercing her a quarter inch in.

            'Oh, ow. Ow, you're cutting me. Stop it, you're hurting me.'

            'And you know what, I'll fucking stab you. I'll stab you in the tits and I'll stab you in the cunt, I'll stab you in the fucking eye, if you don't get into the back seat.'

 

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            She really didn't know what to do next to resist so all she did was stall.

            Then she started in, 'Kiss me then. Kiss me. You wanted to in the backyard, so just kiss me then.'

            'And you'll kiss back?' I was intrigued. She was starting to compromise herself and I just knew there'd be more of it.

            'Yes. Yes, I promise I will. I can really kiss when I want to.'

            I just studied her, my eyes narrowed in mock suspicion.

            Slowly I took her face between my hands, twisted her towards me as if to do the kiss and then dropped lower to bite onto her nipple. I wouldn't let off and she jerked and hollered. I let go of her face and grabbed onto the tit with two claw like hands. I squeezed and twisted and forced her nipple out further into my mouth. I was sawing into her flesh with my incisors and could taste the milky blood.

            'Stop. Stop. Stop. I said you could kiss me like you wanted. I said you could so why did you do that to me? It hurts awful, a lot.'

            'Yeah, I guess you're right. I do want to kiss your lips.'

            She looked slightly relieved and moved her face forward towards mine, but I wasn't being receptive.

            'What's the matter? Kiss me, like you said. I'll kiss you back. Go ahead and kiss me.'

            I took her head softly, almost tenderly between my hands and quietly said, 'Yes, Alicia, but not those lips.'

            Now she was fucked.

            Now she knew she was fucked and freaked. 

            She just wasn't getting out of it. She sort of went limp and then she exploded.

            'OK. OK. OK. Fuck me. Fuck me. Rape me in the back seat if that's what you want.'

            I'd reached over and was pinching her nipple like it was a normal thing to do. She continued, ' But stop biting me. Don't bite me anymore and stop pinching my God damned tit.'

            I let my pinch off.

 

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            '"God Damned tit?" Well good. Now you're with the program. Into the back seat.'

            Nothing happened. She just waited.

            'Aren't you going to open the door for me?'

            'The door? No fucking way. Climb up over the seat back into the back.'

            Tied as she was, that was quite a production. I released her seat belt and she wriggled and squirmed and arched for about twenty minutes before she was up and over the front seat, stretched out along the back bench seat. I'd watched it all in excited amusement. My prick was plenty hard and ready.

            I got out of the car and took my clothes off. This was it. It was really going to happen. I was really going to do her. I was pumped.

            I opened the rear door all expectant and the moment I did, she kicked fiercely at me and screamed at the very top of her lungs. I slammed the door shut and it caught her tied legs at the ankles. That hurt plenty. She hollered louder than possible and pulled her legs back in and I slammed the door shut. I was a bit flustered. I couldn't believe the amount of fight in her even when faced with impossible odds. I quickly recovered my resolve and was back into the front on the passenger's side, only now was fully naked with, what was for me, a boner on. I knelt on the seat looking over and down at her.

            'Well that's it then. That's how it's going to be? How it works? Between us? I can't trust you. I can't take your word at all?'

            Now she was irresponsible and showed a reckless disregard for her own safety.

            'Fuck you. And go to Hell. You're a loser, a pathetic loser and that's what I already told you, only now you're a worse one.'

            There was that word again.

            The fucking trigger word.

            Why couldn't she learn?

            Why didn't she learn?

            She was about to learn.

 

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            From the glove box, I fished out the scalpel like knife, murder in my eyes and hand.

            She glared right back up at me, her eyes and teeth on fire.

            I climbed over the seat into the back right on top of her.

            She never looked more defiant, or better.

            And then she started to laugh, but only half hysterically.

            'Is that it? Is that all you've got. Are you sure you're up? You're going to do me with that? You fucking loser, even your cock's a loser.'

            She was inordinately reckless and doubly foolish

            I pressed the scalpel to her tit at the base, the underside at the fold and the fullest part and pushed the tip in. I started to shove deeper in until the blade was three inches hidden. It was a serious incision. Now I cut upwards through the fat and right through the center of her nipple. She couldn't believe I'd do it, I was doing it and she mustn't have felt it all that much because she could watch in astonishment as her tit was sliced open.  I kept on cutting until I was about an inch above her areola. I pulled the gaping wound open with my hand and cut her again through the nipple but from the inside out, from inside her tit guts outward. She was totally bug eyed and there was blood but not as much as I'd have thought. I pulled her head, her face towards me and let the instrument slip to the floor and clamped my iron grip onto her labia and pinched and twisted on her tongue shit. Alicia was about to get royally buggered.

            I pushed myself down and got my face into her crotch and my teeth onto her clit. She thought I was going to bite what was out, but I bit what was in. I bit it through and she bucked insanely and then went limp but she wasn't unconscious. More catatonic, like in a trance and this couldn't really be happening to her. Not to her all powerful, precious, sloppy Josephine vagina.

            I retrieved the switch-blade from the car floor and pressed the tip into her bit clit. Now she was frozen but trembling. She just knew it was about to get a whole lot worse. I shoved my fingers in to find her cervix and guided the tip of the knife to it.

 

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            Holding everything steady, like suspended in suspense and frozen animation, I moved up to give her the kiss. I brushed my lips against hers and gave her a soft tongue-exploring one. I loved the ribs of her teeth which were starting to chatter. After about fifteen seconds with her cunt paralyzed in fear, I thrust the knife into her and through her vix into her womb. Her eyes were beyond terrified or belief. How could she comprehend it? I drew the knife back slowly, slightly re-positioned it and gave her one more stab and then drew it all the way out. She was still, but barely conscious. I wiped the cunt blood off the blade across her other tit, the un-cut one.

            I got my prick into position and entered her for my first time boner bump. She was bleeding a stream out her lips and it made it hard for me to spunk her but I managed after about ten minutes of ramming, bashing thrusting. As her blood flowed out and her blood pressure dropped she went limper and limper until she was like a rag doll. I figured she'd lost almost a quart and had about three quarts to go, but she was still alive but unconscious when I greased the mess.

            Then I got it into my head, shit, I wanted to keep her alive, I wanted to fuck her more and some more, but I didn't have much time to save her, if any.

            I raced the rest of the way to the cottage garage. I pulled the car in and yanked her out, by the hair, onto the cement floor. She was still bleeding well. I grabbed the first cloth I could find, an oily rag and stuffed it hard into her, like a cunt tourniquet but I knew it wasn't going to save her.

            I furiously searched for and found my plumbing propane torch with the wide copper soldering tip. I got it lit and let it heat up. Just as furiously, I sawed a three inch length of black ABS drain pipe off a longer piece. The torch tip had been heating for five minutes now and I figured I had ten minutes left before she was done for good. I opened her up and shoved the short piece of pipe into her cunt as far as it would go. I moved the red hot tip of the soldering iron into the pipe and made contact with her at the other end and must have found the punctures in her cervix. It actually worked.

 

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            After about three minutes of moving it around and lots of sizzling, (I had to withdraw it once to let it heat back up for a minute, there was so much cunt steam), I cauterized her. The blood stopped flowing out of her twat.

            I was proud and pleased and couldn't believe my good fortune. I mean, I'd lost it, nearly lost her, when she'd called me a loser again, but now there was a chance I had her back and I could fuck and torture her further at will.

            If only she would survive and recover, then life would be so great, my life would be so perfect. I figured it would take at least several days, about the infection possibilities and all that, but the next few hours would be critical. This much I knew and I said my prayers for God to let her live. I so wanted to ass fuck her and tit fuck her and, of course, cunt fuck her even if she was burned and punctured, especially because she was burned and punctured.

            I'd gotten her inside and into a bedroom tied to a bed and I went to sleep praying for her to awaken again at some point.

            Let the slit slut bitch wake up again, Lord.

            I dropped off to sleep with my hopes.

 

            The end of part one.