 |
|||
|
|
A
Christmas Editorial from the Rapist's
Digest.
In
an idealized world, along with The
Writer's Digest and The Reader's Digest there would be the Rapist's Digest.
Disclaimer
(Claimer?)
The
views of this editorial are the opinions of the Editor in Chief and are shared
by all the employees of The Rapist's Digest who are vigorously screened for
suitable attitudes and aptitudes before they are hired and undergo subsequent
monthly reviews to be sure they are developing deepening perversions.
Any
similarity to actual events is purely intentional.
Some
facts have been altered for poetic license.
Kristen
French Was Lucky.
Paul Bernardo Was
an Amateur.
When
it comes to the real deal about serious repeat raping, the guys we all know
about, who got all the publicity, Bundy and Speck and Lake and Ng, the serial
guys, (Or the cereal guys, like they had them for breakfast.) as far as I'm
concerned, they were all amateurs.
Take
Paul Bernardo, with his blond cunt wife, Karla Homolka, somewhere up there in
Canada, west of Toronto; while he had the right idea, grab them and hold them
and abuse them, he was still such a pussy. He just wouldn't follow through with
the golden opportunities he created which makes him a rank amateur in my
informed opinion.
He had that Kristen French cunt bitch for
two days, held captive, at his house and he's fucking her every which way but
loose and because of a family Christmas dinner, he decides he has to off her so
there wouldn't be - so she wouldn't create
- a problem during the feast. What the fuck was he thinking or not
thinking - it through? Where were his fucking priorities? I mean, Christmas
comes every year and here he already has the cunt. He has her. Already kidnapped
and under his complete control. Already naked and fucked and ass fucked. And he
beat her good and pissed on her, degraded her nice. (He said he was going to
shit in her mouth but failed to carry through on the idea.)
As
if all this was an every day opportunity.
I
mean, I would have loved to have done
Kristen French, but really done her good.
She was a tight nippled cunt, great looking with lots of attitude.
Small, hard tits, not fully grown and a crotch all tidy and tailored to match
the rest of her body; not at all loose or sloppy or used up. Not at all ugly
and I bet her juice tasted sweet too. Lots of vaginas are ugly. Not French's,
no way and I believe she was virginal. I don't think that was ever revealed in
the media coverage. (Perhaps a reader could confirm or refute this. Was Kristen
French a virgin when Bernardo first pulled her panties down?) Anyhow, it makes
it all the more sweet to assume he popped her membrane, ripped it in two. He
should have used his teeth or pliers or the butane torch to melt it.
By
all accounts, she held up pretty good and didn't beg, at least not a lot. She
was only fifteen and took it like a woman. Hell, she even had the nerve to spit
back at him in defiance, "How can your wife stand you?" and that
"There are worse things than dying".
She sure as fuck got that right.
Only thing is she experienced very few of them.
So
what the crap was Bernardo thinking?
Shit, the stupid fucker. He had a prime fuck bitch all tied up and
already repeatedly buggered and he deems a meal with family more important than
the pleasures at hand. Get fucking real man. All he had to do was plan ahead,
to beg off sick at the last moment, (Who can argue with that?) or come up with
some other plausible excuse. Don't have the dinner at their house, where the
cunt is. Say the toilets are backed up
or the stove's broken, something, anything, but for shit's sake, if he'd used
an ounce of imagination he could have tortured her for another six months or a
year; fucked her hundreds of more times. Hell, if he'd really played it right,
he could still have her now as his fuck hole and nipple bite instead of doing
life/twenty-five before parole in Kingston Pen, Ontario.
And why
because the dinner was at their house, where the bitch was held captive, did
this automatically mean he had to kill her then? He knew right from the start
she was dead, but why so soon? All he had to do was lock her up, hidden in the
basement, tied really tightly, spread eagled to a steel bed and gagged really
securely and have come kind of monitoring method that if she started to make
any noticeable noise, he could put an end to it fast. My personal preference
would be to attach a silencer to a rifle and bind it tightly to her leg with
the muzzle jammed right in her cunt, and let her know if she makes any sound at
all, the gun goes off by remote control, blasting her twat all over her face, a
meeting of lips, so to say. Chances are she wouldn't make a peep. Not even a
fucking squeak. Anyhow, he just didn't want to put forth the effort to be
creative and keep her, so he only got to fuck her a dozen or so times.
He
punched her pretty good more though. And used a belt whip on her lots. At least
he got some of it right, assuming most of it was across her budding tits and
welted her crotch.
As
I said, if he'd had the smarts, he'd still have her nipples to bite, which
brings me to my next gripe about his lack of imagination, how totally fucking
average his methods were. Why the Hell, when he knew he was going to snuff her,
it had been fully decided; why didn't he give her a really vicious fucking? A
really vicious working over? He was going to kill her and knew it so what did
it matter? Never mind just ramming and battering with the tearing cock. How
about a good clit puncture using a rusty nail, leaving it in for the grinding
fuck and doing a nipple snip or at least crush them flat while he gave her the
last load of his squirt, (Unless he wanted to fuck her dead, which would make
it his second last gift to her.)
Why
didn't he keep her nipples as souvenirs (along with the video tapes)? He could have sold the videos for millions
and the jurors only got to hear, but not
to see them. I wonder if any were disappointed? I know I would have been if I
was lucky enough to have been chosen for his trial. But then not totally,
because I would have taken in my own little digital pocket recorder to capture
the sounds and screams to jerk-off to later. And if they were banned, I would
have used one disguised as a hearing aid. Necessity being the mother of
ingenuity and determination. And taken one step further, the only thing I would
have sent him to jail for would have been for being so mundane and lacking
originality and for all the lost opportunities. That was his real crime. I
couldn't even convict him of being a nipple thief and they fucking come off so
easily and tidily (Except for the inverted ones which have to be ripped open, -
fish hooks work best.) and just think of the look on French's face as his cock
bashed against her punctured clit or cervix as she saw the snippers coming for
her hard buds, and then the slow, excruciating pressure as she was cut right
through.
Then
she would really know she had really been really raped.
Really.
Hell,
now that would have made her crazy.
Just
what the little slut deserved.
It
makes me crazy just visualizing it and I'm already so far around the bend I'm
back where I started, which means, to look at me, no one, no fucking cunt woman
potential victim can tell. I can look right in her face while I'm twisting her
cunt, or cutting her nipples off, in my mind, and smile all the while, as we
talk over coffee or conclude a sale in her shop.
Back to Bernardo, in one small regard,
I have to give him credit for his innate
humor.
As he bobbed his stiff cock right in
front of her widened and fearful eyes,
getting ready to shove it in to her for the first time, he came out with the
classic seasonal greeting, "Merry Christmas, this is my present to
you."
Score
one for the comedian.
And
then he went cherry picking.
Anyhow, so much for my tirade about
Bernardo and his short comings. Fucking piker. He didn't even know a good
nipple snip, or for that matter, a good cunt rip or clit crush when he had it
right in hand.
Kristen French was lucky.
Really
fucking lucky.
She was fucking lucky I didn't grab her
instead.
Too bad
she's not alive so I can.
Too
bad she's not alive so one of us can.
Courtesy
of the Editor in Chief of The Rapist's Digest.
Merry
Christmas, this is my present to you...
All.
|
|
|