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.

 

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            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.