I took her bag and removed her purse. Happily pocketing
her cash, which counted up to two hundred pounds, I took
a look at her driving license.
Her name was Katie Wells, and she was actually only
seventeen. Her birthday was on August the 4th, roughly
three months time. Taking a look at a school card I
found, I learnt she was from an expensive public school.
Posh bitch.
I threw the bag onto the passenger seat, and climbed
into the back. She was petite, and only took up half of
the back of the car the way she was lying. That left me
free to explore her oblivious body with my shaking
hands.
I reached out and planted a grip on her leg. She did not
respond in the slightest, and with that encouragement I
became bolder. I rubbed the hand further up her calf,
then made my way around her leg to slide up her inner
thigh. I couldn’t bare it. The leggings had to go.
Roughly I grasped them and pulled them down her legs.
They revealed her beautiful lower half to my gaze, and
I started salivating there and then. Her plimsolls came
off in a flash, as did her socks and leggings. There
she was, dressed in only her shirt, bra and cute little
panties. All would come off eventually.
I leant low over her, breathing in her scent. She was
bathed in sweat, evidently a side effect, but that only
made me hungrier for her as I stared at her glistening
figure. I tentatively began to unbutton her shirt, my
eyes almost popping in anticipation.
Don’t get me wrong. I do have sex, this isn’t a story of
some sex deprived maniac letting it loose after years of
abstinence. No, I have regular sex. This was a release
of many years worth of pent up urges, and desires to do
and try some seriously fucked up things.
Her shirt fell away to confirm my judgement. She had a
healthy pair of boobs on her, which I guessed to be
larger than a c cup. I left her like that, because I
found the look incredibly sexy.
Sitting her up in the seat, I pulled my rock hard cock
out from my jeans. After getting him even harder with a
few good tugs, I clambered over to her side and placed
the head of my dick up to her lips.
She was far too gone to cooperate. So I helped her with
her task.
Taking her cheeks in my hands I pushed until an opening
formed in her lips, then I shoved forward with my
crotch and buried myself in her mouth. It was a glorious
feeling, to have my manhood in a girls mouth again. I
have always been very partial to blowjobs. And with this
little minx, in her state, I could do a lot of things
consenting partners would never allow.
I immediately began to fuck her hard, pummeling my cock
in and out of her mouth. Her lips were closed on it, and
she made cute sucking noises as it intruded into her jaws
time after time. I grabbed the back of her head by her
hair and forced yet more cock into her, working the head
into her open and unprotected throat.
Unconscious as she was, she had little to no gag reflex,
and I had no trouble slamming my entire length into her
throat. There I sat, beginning to suffocate her. Always
a dream of mine. Choking out a girl on my cock.
One of the few things I am really proud of about myself
is that I am well endowed. It took a while to realise
it, but after enough girlfriends told me I was something
of a ‘stallion’, I got the message. In any case, my nine
inch cock makes a lot of men jealous and a lot of women
cry. Sucks to be them, right?
Katie was taking it like a pro. Or, at least, she seemed
to be. I have no idea, really, and neither did she.
I withdrew my cock from her mouth, and allowed her own
saliva mixed with my precum to drip onto her beautiful
face. It was a glorious sight.
Her mouth was done. I remember thinking ‘Time to deal
with her pussy’.
I reached behind me and shunted the passenger seat
forward out of the way, then slid her down until her
waist was at the edge of the seat. I pulled off her
panties in one fluid motion, then examined the beauty
underneath.
She was shaved clean, to my delight, and her pink lips
were tight and unspoiled. Either she was a virgin, or
she had fucked very rarely. It didn’t matter to me. She
was going to be one pleasant fuck.
I lined her up, not caring to be gentle, and rammed home
my full length. Even as heavily drugged as she was, she
visibly winced when I started to jackhammer into her with
all the force I could muster.
For several minutes I slid in and out of her. It didn’t
matter that the position was uncomfortable and she was
as cooperative as a limp fish, the nature of the act was
enough to keep me so riled up I could barely comprehend
what was happening.
After what seemed like hours to me, but I think was only
about ten minutes, I could feel my body tensing. My
breath came in short gasps, as I felt myself begin to
spasm. I pulled out of her and shot my seed in long
white ribbons all over her slowly rising and falling
chest. It was heaven, to see her there covered in my
cum yet oblivious to all. I nearly had a shotgun orgasm
it turned me on so much.
But I was quickly coming down. And with that, came the
realisation. The dawning reality of what I had done, and
the magnitude of the consequences I faced.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Friday 17th May 1991
12:54 am
Yeah. More vodka was needed. And I tell myself I’m not an
alcoholic.
As I just passed the door to the basement I listened in.
Still no sound. Not that I expected any. She’ll be out
for a few more hours.
Anyway, after I had a little panic attack in the car, I
started doing some serious thinking, while trying not
to pull tufts of hair out at the same time.
Morals told me to leave her by the road to be found in
the morning and taken to hospital. That’s as far as my
morals stretch, I’m afraid.
Logic told me to take her to the nearby stream and
drown her. Cover all traces, the chances of her being
found would be minimal.
Lust told me to fuck her again. At several points in
the internal battle fought inside my head, lust was
winning. But eventually I came up with a fourth option.
One that appealed to me on all of those levels.
Take her to my house.
I live in a large country house that I inherited from
my parents when they died. The mortgage is entirely
paid off, and it isn’t expensive to live in. It doesn’t
matter that it’s in the middle of nowhere, I work from
home as a writer.
But what’s important is two things. One, I live alone
and with very few visitors. And two, there is a large
system of cellars under the house.
Two things happened to the house. Whoever built it
certainly loved wine, because they built extensive
wine cellars under the main building. And then fifty
years ago, a paranoid owner had the basement floor
greatly expanded to make room for underground living
quarters. These served as a sort of bomb shelter during
World War II. They have since fallen into disrepair,
and some of it is even inaccessible. There is a stair
case leading down to a second floor of basement, but
the door is bolted shut and I have no idea what’s down
there. Not too keen to find out either. My grandfather’s
stories made sure of that.
Keep on topic, man.
So anyway, I decided to bring her back here. It changes
the crime from just ‘rape’ to ‘rape and abduction’ so
that’s bad. But I’m confident I can keep her hidden here.
At least until the fun ends and I find a way to get rid
of her.
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Friday 17th May 1991
4:05 am
Just went and listened at the door to the basement. She’s
crying now. I think I’d better go down there, and see
what’s up.
If she somehow overpowers me…. well, I deserve anything
she does to me I guess. Alright, lets do this.
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Friday 17th May 1991
04:27 am
Wow. Just got back up from the cellar. That was.. wow.
I’m not sure words can describe how cool it is to have
a girl tied up crying in your basement. Try it some day,
is all I can say.
When I first got down there and turned the lights on, I
thought for a moment she had gotten free of her bonds.
That gave me a nasty fright.
But then I realised she had just wriggled her way to one
of the far walls, and was huddled against it sobbing
uncontrollably. What a baby.
When she saw me her eyes widened and she cried out. Oh
dear, I thought. She’s not pleased to see me.
I walked over to her and watched as she shrank away as
best she could, bound as she was. I’ve secured thick
ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles. That seems
enough to hold her, at least until I think of something
better.
I knelt next to her, and adopted a calm voice.
“Wakey wakey, Katie” I taunted. “Rise and shine.”
I wanted to sound a bit mad. It would keep her afraid,
and stop her from trying to reason with me. I couldn’t
be bothered to deal with pleading.
“How are you feeling?” I asked quietly, focusing on
keeping a slightly crazed look in my eyes.
“Wha.. Ho… Just.. Just get away from me!” she screamed
at me. I was impressed she was still trying to fight me.
But, vulnerable as she was, she still bore a look of
absolute terror.
I smiled. “Sorry. I don’t want you to feel frightened.
That’s up to you.”
She glared at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Let
me go! Let me out of here, you fucker! I’ll kill you
when I get out!”
“No” I said simply, shaking my head. “You’re stuck here,
Katie. So get used to this cellar.”
She didn’t seem to hear me, and continued twisting and
screaming at me. It was quite boring to listen to, but
I let her go on. She would only tire herself out, and I
couldn’t care less how she felt.
However, after over a minute of continued screaming, I
got impatient.
“Shut it, girl!” I told her firmly.
No response.
“Hey! Katie! Shut the fuck up!”
This time she definitely heard me. She looked at me for
an instant, then spat angrily and continued trying to
writhe free of her bonds.
I unthreaded my belt from my trousers, and got to my
feet. “I warned you, bitch! This is what you get if you
don’t obey me.”
And with that, I began raining blows onto the girl’s
bare legs. She screamed out in pain, trying to cover up
somehow. But she had no hope. She was at my mercy, until
I got tired of the beating.
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