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Old 07-04-2011, 03:48 PM   #1
Cipher
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Default Humid night

It was another humid fucking night, and I hated it, turning off my phone I thought to myself about the heat and the traffic. It was slow night. Looking around I still couldn't see anyone; I heard distant shouting, I was near enough to the commercial street lined with bars to hear their crowded sidewalks. It was only a five or ten minute walk from where I was. That district lay infront of me, behind were the clustered rows of rental homes and apartments.

I sighed, dropping the emptied bottle of Rye from my hand, the bottle landed in the sparse grass, emitting a hollow empty thud when it hit the wet clay rich earth. I'd waited here for well over the fifteen minutes I had promised myself I would stay before retreating. It was dangerous to stay to long, to be noticed, not to mention I risked the checkpoints, who now probably were just now processing the first few arrests of the night.

God it was muggy, I wish I had gone to other side of town where the breeze was stronger and didn't carry the odour of the resturants and bars up ahead.
Still I waited, I thought to myself that I may as well, it was to late to move. Deciding instead to rest against the old brick wall of the apartment block, the leaves of the bushes around me rustling in the slow but heavy air current. There I continued to listen, ignoring the scrapping feet of a man escorting a lover down a nearby alley, and the singing of another distant pair of revellers, or was it shouting? I don't much care.

This isolated park, sits infront of the residential development; its fairly run down I guess. Bordered by two ancient apartments, their lower floor windows boarded and fenced, the litter of innummerous vagrants scattered about. In any other town it would be a no-mans land at night. Here the crime is low, and it's a convient way to get home.

I keep to myself, swimming in my own intoxication while I listen for the familiar sound of light foot steps on an unpaved path. I don't think I will hear it tonight, I think I had fallen half asleep against that wall within a few minutes. I was half dreaming when I first heard gravel underfoot. I shook myself, unsure if I had just imagined it.

I listened, my breathing stilled; the sound remained and it was drawing closer. I only had seconds to decide, I ducked down a crept behind an unkept shrub, peering through breaks in fence and vegetaion to look down the path. I couldn't see anything, but it was drawing nearer. The steps were light and quick, my heart began to race.

My gaze fixated to where I thought I would first see the source of this sound, where a low wall ended and the shrubs lining the walk began. Seconds passed, in my rush they dragged, but she appeared. She was short and petite, 5'6" give an inch either way, with shoulder length black hair; she wore a loose blouse that hung low from her bronzed shoulders, and a black skirt clung tightly to her thighs begining at the halfway point between knee and hip.

Licking my dry lips, adrenline surging through my body, I prepared myself for the assault. Pulling from my pocket a mask, sliding it on it would help camouflage my face against the shadows. I doubted she would notice a figure hiding in the undergrowth as she walked by. I listened, her foot steps meters away. I waited.

She passed, her attention to the end of the park about one hundred meters away, the tight skirt exhibiting her shaply ass to her soon to be liason. Rising silently I take up posistion behind her, the sudden sound of footsteps behind her catching her unaware, she turned slowly as if to see someone she knew. The curious smile replaced by panicked terror as the gloved hand crashed into her throat.

It was a violent stroke, as it needs to be to silence them; I follow the momentum to the ground, not releasing the grip I have on her tracea. She kicks into the dirt as her hands clutch my arm, burrowing finger nails into my skin. The girl croakes and grunts, unable to pass air. It cannot last long.

Through exertion, excitment and suffication she slows, mewling pathetically as she's dragged into the undergrowth. It was a well selected spot, years ago an ancient and unused maintence room of the adjacent apartment had been opened by a passing traveller. It would now serve as our sanctuary from passing ears.

I brought the girl into the damp chamber, I listened to the building with its creaking and groaning, but heard nothing else besides the girl and her whimpers. I shoved a scrap of rag into her half limp mouth before pulling the tape I cached from the shelf, fixing several lengths to hold the gag in place.

She took short panicked breaths through her nose, the fuziness of semi-consciousness wearing off. I took her deeper into the abyss. The floor was crumbling, and there were visible signs of former habitations. In one corner I had placed a mattress in planning for this eventual night, dim blue leds provided me enough light to view my toy.

On the mattress she begun to resist, binding her hands together as she screamed into the gag I hoped there was enough ambient noise to cover her muted cries. I threw her face down onto the old mattress and fumbled with my pants, tossing them aside before mounting the girl.

She had worked her skirt over her hips with her fighting, all that remained between her and my dripping cock was her boyshorts, the material was delicate and snapped apart easily in my hands. She mewled as she heard the snap of cloth, feeling the air against her snatch. It turned into uncontrolled sobbing as I lowered my body onto hers, pressing my cockhead against her bald womanhood.

It took several hard thrusts to get my stiff prick into the little cunt, each punctuated with a sharp but muffled scream. She squirmed and bucked to rid herself of the invasion. Wrapping my hands around her shaply hips I only intisified the assault, sinking ever further into her until my hips slapped against her bottom.

Her screams withered after several minutes of our fucking, returning to a pathetic whimper instead. I stopped regularly to remind her how much I enjoyed raping her. She was especially fond of what I told her I was thinking about doing to her ass.

Shifting my hands to her side I slowly pushed her blouse over her chest, wrapping my calloused hands over her bra clad tits causing her to groan in continued distress. I had slowed my thrusting hips, savouring each twitch and spasm as my cock pistoned inside her pussy.

Snapping the bra free I could feel her young firm breasts in my palms, pawing them hungirly as I burrowed my face against the nape of her neck, smelling the sweat and perfume clinging to her body. I clenched my hands, she squealled in sudden pain, I needed some arousal.

Craddling her in my arms, forcing her to her knees as her ass pressed to my hips, my cock buried hilt deep within the young beauty. Groping in the dark I found my pants a pulled the butane soldering pen from my pocket. It didn't take long for the metal to heat.

Wailing as it was pressed into one pert nipple, she bucked but without the vigor of ealier. My cock twitched and spasmed as I repeatidly pressed the scorching metal into those subtle tits, each one soon scared with burns, the acrid smell of burn skin filling the air. Soon she no longer moved when proded with the instrument, her half open eyes rolling lifeless and dull in their sockets. She didn't rouse from her stupor even after tearing the tape from her lips.

I slid my cock into her mouth quickly, feeling her slack jaw and limp lips react to the sudden obstruction. She coughed when the shaft was pressed into her throat but didn't seem to stir. Hands wrapped in her hair I begun to pump my hips in earnest, greedily face fucking the poor cunt. Drool ran from her mouth and along my shaft, each over eager thrust causing her gag as I my cock lodged into her throat.

The reflex was automatic and she was soon heaving and coughing, I let myself continue feeling myself about to climax, disinterested in the girls suffering. Groaning under my breath I could feel my loins tense as I came in her spasming throat. Releasing her hair, letting her fall to the mattress, knelling there as she begun to vomit and convulse.

She awoke delirious and hoarse, her face still lay in a puddle of what she had drank that night, and what she no doubt would soon know was my semen. It took a few moments for the pain of her body to remind her where she was. The cock I currently was forcing into her anus no doubt formed the most of that pain.

Crying out softly for me to stop, with her throat ruined by her long anguished cries earlier in the night she was barely able to speak. Her cries were barely audible squeaks, no louder than the springs in the mattress on which she was being raped on.

I had only just begun on her ass, only my cock head had forced its way into the knot of muscle before she awoke; her ring of muscle now consricting further as I plunged my hips forward. She squealed and tremmerd, succumbing to the pain before I could force my entire shaft into her. I fucked her limp body until I cam again, plunging my throbbing cock into her slick pussy before pumping my seed deep within her.

It was only 3:30, I wouldn't leave until the early twilight of dawn. I continued work her over, even getting the little bitch to suck my cock willingly enough once she woke the second time. I left her tied to a support column in the early dawn before slipping away in the shadow.

I expected that she be found relativly quickly. As it turned out the apartment wasn't occupied and was awaiting sale with no buyers. She turned up several weeks later in the marshlands several miles downriver, washed up along the banks. Autopsy revealled she had multiple assailants, and I had always wondered what happened after I left her beaten and defenceless in the basement.
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