Chapter 4
The Lucky Victim
March 1, 2005
I’ve given up searching for victims on the internet. It became apparent to me that people can lie about anything when I noticed that someone who was supposedly from Abilene lived in an address that didn’t exist. After a few ideas I decided to stay in Sunray and use my aunt and uncle’s house as a base. The cops never found my aunt’s body, but they did find both of my aunt’s and uncle’s fake will. Had my aunt and uncle not been crazy they would have thought that giving the house to me when they died suspicious. It was so easy to make the fake wills. I had found their real ones before they died and all it said was that whoever’s closest in the family line would inherit the house. I bet they didn’t care who owned it since the house was falling apart. Plus living in it could make you crazy. The best part about the will was that it was typed up. It was so easy to scan their signatures and print them on the fake wills. In a few months I’ll have the house and any “toys” I buy online.
Today there isn’t anything in particular that I’m interested in. There was a car on the side of the road earlier, but a man and woman were outside it. I only want girls who are alone. The fight is in my favor that way!
March 2, 2005
As I stop to get gas near 5p.m. I can’t help but overhear two girls arguing. I didn’t pay attention to most of it because it didn’t look like anything would come out of it. But to my amazement one of the girls gets so mad at the other she drives off without her! Ah yes, my next victim is practically delivered to me on my doorstep! I approach her slowly.
“Excuse me, do you need some help?”
“No thank!maybe.”
She first is about to politely say no but then falls for my charm. I ask her what happened. She starts ranting and raving about how her friend is a stupid bitch, blah blah blah, and how her friend always does this to her when they argue, blah blah blah, and how she always has to call her mom to pick her up, blah blah blah!She thanks me for being there for her and expresses how lucky she must be tonight. Ha, lucky? Ok my darling you’re my lucky victim. My lucky victim!I like that!
As I think about my lucky victim she continues to talk and tell me things. She talks so fast that I can’t follow her past “my name is Laura.” She gets so long and confusing that I almost grab her right then and there had it not been for possible witnesses in the store. Finally she stops talking and after using my influence almost too much she agrees to get a ride from me. I look at my watch!damn, that whole escapade took over an hour! Ignoring that slight inconvenience, I ask her where she lives. Double damn, her house is in the opposite direction of my hideout! Oh, if only she lived nearer to it!wait!if I’m going to her house I can just kidnap her later!yeah, that’ll work! I make careful note on which room the light turns on so I won’t accidentally raid her parents’ room.
March 9, 2005
I sneak slowly towards Laura’s house. My car is parked about a block away to keep the element of surprise up in case someone’s awake in the dark house. I slowly creep up to one of the windows I think is her room. Looking inside confirms it’s a girl’s room. I slowly lift up the window without wondering why it’s not locked. Slipping inside the dark room I notice that no one is inside the bed. A quick survey of the room shows that someone has not been inside for a few days
I figure this must be Laura’s sister’s room and that I miscalculated my entry. Oh if only she were here too I would take them both! Oh well, I’ll just sneak through the dark, dark house and look for Laura. The door doesn’t make a sound as I tiptoe across the hall. I notice a door partly open and look inside. Damn, it’s only the bathroom!ah, here’s her room!
Slowly I walk into her room and notice the sound of her breathing. She sounds so sweet and innocent that it’s enough to make me a little horny. I sneak over to the bed and get the rag I soaked with chloroform earlier in my hand. Quickly I cover her mouth and nose with the rag. She doesn’t stir at first, but then realizes something is wrong as whatever she was dreaming about leaves her. Her hands fly everywhere trying to get air. She makes wild punches in the air and one makes contact with my chest, but I keep holding the cloth on her face. A muffled scream almost bellows from the rag, then another one and another one. The screams turn to quiet moans. Then, she lays still in her bed, truly asleep. Before I take Laura, I leave a little note that tells all who took her.
The Hunter
“Wake up my new slave!”
“Wha!whe!where am I?”
“In my basement.”
“Who are you? What is this? Why am I here?”
“So many questions!it’s getting annoying!”
“Hey what are you doing nommmph! Mmmmph!
“There, that’s better. It’s me Laura, it’s Paul. Remember? You don’t remember? Well that’s a shame then, and it makes things worse for you. I go by The Hunter, perhaps you heard of me.”
The revelation of who I really am shatters her to the core. She moans and screams bloody murder through the gag, especially when she realizes she’s tied up on a wooden steak naked in the basement.
“Oh don’t worry I won’t burn you at the stake unless you’re a bad slave.”
She struggles up there and her beautiful tits hypnotically swing from left to right over and over and over again. I take the gag out of her mouth so I could see if she decides to cooperate.
“Now Laura, tell me you want to be my slave!”
“I can’t!”
“That’s a shame. I will have you as my slave Laura! Maybe this large bullwhip will convince you otherwise.”
“But I’m not Laura!”
“What? What did you say?”
“I’m not Laura, I’m her twin!”
I must not have heard her correctly, so I ask her to repeat what she said again. She repeats her last statement that she and Laura are twins. I ask her where Laura is. Apparently Laura is visiting a friend in Louisiana although the exact town doesn’t interest me much. Triple fucking damn! She truly was the lucky victim after all! I can’t go after Laura now because crossing state lines would give the F.B.I. jurisdiction to come after me! Oh and I wanted to silence that running mouth! Well, I’ll have to keep an eye on that house. The day Laura gets back is the day I grab her. In the meantime, I’ll concentrate on Sister Slut!hey, that’s a good name for her.
“Ok, I believe you. You don’t talk as fast as Laura does.”
“So you’ll let me go!please?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Let you go? I don’t think so slave. You are now mine. From now on you will call me master and we will both refer to yourself as Sister Slut.”
“No, I’m not going to call myself that! Please, let me go, no not the gag again no PLEASE NOOOMMMMPH!”
She struggles violently now, moaning and screaming into the gag as I force her legs to open. I degrade her by telling her how she really loves being my sex slave and how fun it will be when Laura joins us. I rub my cock against the opening of her pussy. Tears form around her eyes and run down her beautiful cheeks. Drool escapes her mouth and drips all over her swinging breasts and on to the floor. She struggles to keep her legs closed so I wouldn’t be able to rape her, but it’s not easy for her. I force her legs apart and make her pussy swallow my hard cock. She screams louder than I ever thought possible with a gag in. Her screams of torment slowly become moans of pleasure as my cock gets harder in her nice, tight pussy and I fuck her.
“Uuuumm oooh yeah you like this don’t you? You’re a dirty slave oooh yeah you’re so dirty you want me to fuck you all the time, mmmm oooh yeah, so dirty. Mmm, oh yeah you love this?
“mmm mmm mm mmm mm MMMMHMHHHHMMMPH! NMMMPH! NMMM NMMM HUMMMPH!”
“Yeah, ooh yeah, your pussy is so tight slave, mmm yeah such a dirty slut, oooh yes mmm, oooh mmm that’s such a nice orgasm you dirty slave, mmmm ooooh yeah!”
“UUUUUMMMPH UUUUUMPH UUUUUAAAAA UAAAAAAA UAAAAAAAA UAAAAAA!”
Her moaning and orgasm are enough to send me into the largest sexual pleasure I have ever experienced. My cock throbs harder than ever and I release tons of sperm into her pussy. She moans in protest as I squirt cum all over her body. Now she truly is my dirty little slave! After I’m finished with her I allow my slave to have some dog food and piss to eat and drink.
March 10, 2005
Returning to the scene of a crime is one of the worst possible things I can do. Yet I am drawn to the house like a bug to a bug zapper light!thing. I figured it would be best to pretend to not know what happened and act like I’m visiting Laura. As I drive up I notice a police car is already on the scene. I wonder how good my lying will be to the cops, might as well test it today.
“Hi, I picked up Laura after she had a fight with her friend the other day!”
“Paul, yes she talked about you the next day,” said Laura’s mom.
“Is Laura ok? I saw the cop car and!”
“She’s in Louisiana now; it’s Lacey who’s in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
As if on cue, the inspector comes to the door. Introductions are made and general questions about me are asked. He looks at me very suspiciously and allows me to come in. After talking to Mrs.!whatever her last name is!alone in the kitchen he asks me to come in and the mom for us to be alone.
“So did you know Lacey?”
“No sir, I had just met Laura about a week ago and didn’t know she had a twin sister. I don’t think I even know their last names.”
“The last name is Kerbow. Now, why did you come here today?”
“Well sir, did you ever get an uneasy feeling in your gut? A feeling where you know something isn’t right. You don’t know what it is, but you somehow know where it is!?
“Yes, all the time.”
“Then you understand that when I woke up today I just had a bad feeling that something happened. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt the sudden need to visit Laura and invite her to lunch to see how she was doing.”
“Why didn’t you just call?”
“Well, you see I am a nervous person by nature. You can probably tell already by the way my hands shake when something serious or nerve-wracking happens. As it turns out I forgot to ask for her number.”
“You forgot. How did you meet Laura again?”
“Well I stopped to get gas!”
“!so you waited until the light turned on?”
“Yeah, make sure everything was alright. I didn’t see any movement in the house when she walked in so I wanted to be sure!”
The conversation went lovely with the inspector, especially when he mentioned the card. What card inspector? Oh my, mercy me! The Hunter is here! Oh no, didn’t he kill that lovely teacher in Abilene? Oh no, that’s horrible! You expect the worst then? You think he’s still here in town? You think he'll strike agian? How scary!
As the conversation drags on and on the inspector begins to look extremely nervous. What a fool. He thought he could outwit me but he outwitted himself. I can imagine the big trouble he’s going to be in for giving way too much information about a case to someone who doesn’t need to know. Oh of course I’ll keep our little talk a secret inspector since I truly want Lacey to be safe.
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“Hello slave!”
“Please, no more, no more please stop!”
“You know you like that vibrator in your hot pussy. See? Your pussy is so wet with pleasure!”
“Aaaaah, ooooh pl pl pl please! L l l le let me go!”
“No slave, the cops are looking for you. And besides, I haven’t had any fun with you yet today!
“Please no, don’t rape me again, no please, no NO SOMEONE HELLLMMMPH! MMMMP MMM MMMMMMMMM!”
“Someday slave you’d better beg me to fuck you hard or else!”
“MMM MMM MMM MMMM! NMMMPH! PLMMM HHHMMPH!”
“Nah, you’re too dirty to rape today slave. You aren’t worth it. You’re just a dirty little slut that doesn’t even deserve the vibrator.” I get a big wad of spit in my mouth and spit on Lacey’s breast. Then I shove the vibrator back into her pussy and force her to eat dog food again. I can see her start to break. Tomorrow I’ll deny her my cock again and see if she begs for it!
