Damaged Goods

WARNING EXTREME PEDO! M, F, g,g,g. Rape kidnapping, torture,
death. Graphic story of death and dismemberment. IF violent sex
with children and the abuse of a woman offends you read no
further, go away. If not see how Carl get out of a jam. B.C. this
is for you hope you like it.....FOX will not...

　

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury have you reached a verdict in
this case?” the somber Judge asked as over fifty flashbulbs
popped as the foreman of the all white jury stood and faced the
Judge.


“Yes we have your Honor.” the thin balding man said as he looked
away from the hulking man that was restrained in chains and had
an iron mask fitted over his face.

“On the first count of the indictment, murder in the first degree
with special circumstances (age of the victim) How say you one
and all?” Judge Wallis asks as he held a long list of charges
against one Carl Lewis.


“Guilty your Honor.” the foreman said his voice dry and scratchy.

There was a cry from the mother of slain child as the monster
that killed and raped her was convicted. A cheer rose up from the
packed courtroom. The judge banged his wooden gavel on his desk
and called out, “Silence, one more outburst like that and I will
have the courtroom cleared.” The cameras flashed catching the
agony on the mother’s face as she re-lived the loss of her child.


“On the second count of the indictment, murder in the first
degree with special circumstances (age of the victim). How say
you one and all?” the Judge asked as he steeled himself for the
long process of reading all 32 counts of the indictment.

“Guilty your Honor.” he said as his hands shook rattling the
paper.


“On the third count of the indictment, murder in the first degree
with special circumstances (age of the victim). How say you one
and all?” he repeated the charges.

“Guilty your Honor.” he said.

The process ground on for half an hour until every count on the
three page indictment was read and a verdict of guilty on all
charges was rendered. Carl Lewis had been convicted for the rape,
kidnapping, torture, false imprisonment and murder of eight girls
under the age of ten.


“Normally I would order the defendant to rise but since you are
chained to that device I will just render my instructions as
called for by Indiana law. Carl David Lewis you have been
convicted on all counts of the indictment and since they are
Capital offenses you shall be transported from this courtroom
forthwith and incarcerated in the Terra Haute Maximum Security
Penitentiary until the 4th of March 2013 at which time I shall
sentence you for your heinous crimes.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury the state of Indiana and I thank
you for your commitment and faithful discharge of your civic
duty. You are now dismissed. Bailiff transport the prisoner to
the Penitentiary. Court is adjourned.” he said banging his gavial
on the walnut desk. The court room exploded with shouted
questions to the tall man that had just been convicted of the
most gruesome and sensational sex crimes in the state’s history.

The families of the eight young girls cheered and cried now that
the beast had been brought to justice. Reporters thrust
microphones in their faces asking inane questions of the grieving
families. Carl’s court appointed lawyer packed up his papers as
best he could with one hand as his other arm was in a cast. His
client had broken his arm when the defendant felt that the
attorney was not objecting to obvious leading questions by the
prosecutor. It was after that incident that his client was
restrained and masked so he could not use his teeth to bite off
an ear or sever a guard’s throat as he had done before.

His attorney was scared shitless by the monster. For if ever
there was a guilty mother fucker he was it. The police had found
the dismembered bodies of the children in a large chest freezer.
They also found disturbing recordings of the horrid process the
slain children had gone through from kidnapping to their final
release in death. The evidence was overwhelming and damning. The
images of the screaming children still haunted the young lawyer.
As he closed his briefcase an attractive young blond woman came
up to him and leaned in and whispered in his ear.


“You need to meet with me outside I have something that you need
to look at Tony.” she said as she gave his ass a pat.

“Hey I know you! You are on FOX, yea that morning show. You are
Gretchen White.  Look I will give a statement to the press as
soon as this madhouse clears out.” Tony said to the too perfectly
groomed woman , the words of 'dirty laundry’ by Don Henley popped
into his head ( We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who Comes
on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam In
her eye It's interesting when people die- Give us dirty laundry)


“Yea, I am her, look I have a contract out in my news van that
you need to take a look at. It is an offer that you will not want
to refuse.” she said as she moved her shoulder causing her low
cut blouse to reveal her surgically enhanced breast.

His eyes were drawn to the perfect round globes as he took in the
heady sent of her expensive human sex pheromone based perfume.

“Can’t it wait until after my news conference?” he said intrigued
by the alluring woman.

“No it cannot. They are going to transport your client down state
and lock him away in the darkest hole in that penitentiary. No
one will be able to interview him there. I can’t tell you what we
have in mind here. But we will make it well worth your while
Tony, and I would be oh so beholding to a cute man like you.” she
said batting her expensive manicured eyes at him promising so
much more that she would ever deliver to a schmuck like this
loser.


“Well no one seems too interested in me anyhow. But how can we
get past all of the other reporters and paparazzi? They are thick
as flies on a rotting road kill.” he said looking at the tall
blond.

“Just follow me. I have one of the courthouse guards waiting at
the back of the courtroom. He can get us to the loading dock
where they are going to take prince charming there.” she said as
six large deputies pushed through the throng and tried to get the
killer out of the room.

He picked up his case and followed her as they wormed their way
to the rear of the room. There a tall black deputy held a door
open for them. They entered a hallway that lead to a stairway.

“Stop right here. You got my money bitch?” the massive coon said
blocking the hall.

“Of course, you dim witted ape.” she said as she pulled a brown
envelope from her hand bag and handed it to the nigger.

He ripped it open and quickly counted the ten one hundred dollar
bills. He stuffed the money in his pocket and pointed to the
doorway at the end of the hall.

“Just go down to the first floor and you will be on the loading
dock. You two fucking forget that you ever saw me. Got it?” he
said as he pushed past them and went back down the hallway.


“How are we going to get to Carl?” he asked as she hurried him
down the steps.

“If anyone asks you are going to tell them that you need to ride
with your client to work on his appeal and that I am your
secretary here to take notes. They will have to leave us alone
with him, you know attorney client privilege” she said as they
walked down the narrow concrete steps.


“They are not going to let me ride with him to prison. I am not
sure that I want to be alone with that fucker in a van. He
fucking broke my arm just for shits and giggles. He is a monster.
You did not see the sick shit he did to those poor children.” he
said as he stopped on the stairway.

“Yes they will the driver and the guards are in on it. Just get
the fuck down there because they will not wait a moment for us.”
she ordered him cowering the timid mousy man.

They came to the door and saw three armed guards dressed in black
packing major heat. She opened the door and motioned one of the
deputies over to her. She handed him four thick brown envelops
and he pulled them toward an armored van. The van’s thick steel
rear doors were open and the two were shoved inside. The rear of
the van had two long benches against the outside walls. There was
a heavy steel door that led to the front of the van with a slot
window made of thick bulletproof glass.


The skies had opened up as a major thunder storm hit the state.
The bad weather meant the chopper that was to fly air cover for
the trip had been grounded along with all of the other news
hack’s birds. Rain fell in sheets and lightning ripped the dark
sky. The sound of the rain pounding on the metal overhanging roof
was deafening.

Tony and the reporter sat at the far end of the van and waited
for them to put Carl in the truck. The double doors on the
loading dock opened and six deputies hustled the bound prisoner
into the van. None of the men took any notice of the two sitting
in front. Cash bought a lot of official blindness. They took the
chains holding Carl to the dolly he had be lashed to off and
locked his leg shackles to a ring set in the floor of the van.
One of the men removed the steel hockey mask and quickly backed
up and slammed the doors. There was the sound of a fist banging
on the van and it lurched away.

The three looked at each other as the van picked up speed and a
convoy of patrol cars joined them as the van made its way out of
the small town.

“Nice to see you again, Tony. Who’s the cunt?” he asked as he
looked at the woman undressing her with his eyes.

“She is a reporter from FOX, Gretchen White. She wants to
interview you.” he said not making eye contact with the horrid
killer.

“Fuck that. I have said all that I am going to say.” he said as
he started coughing.

“Look you dip-shit-for-brains, they took all of your money, they
seized your farm, and froze your overseas bank accounts. You
don’t have jack-shit left. I will make sure you have money in
your commissary account. You really don’t want to eat the shit
they are going to put in your food. Child killers like you are at
the bottom of the food chain in the joint. The guards hate you
for killing those three cops; the inmates hate you for killing
all of those kids. I doubt that you will survive the first
night.” she said as she pulled a recording device out and started
taping the conversation.


“Oh my guts! Someone must have put something in my food at the
jail. I am going to be sick.” he said as he doubled over in pain.
He put his head in his hands and spat up something. Carl caught
the thin steel probe and used it to quickly unlock his wrist
cuffs. They fell away and he then unlocked his legs.

“Oh shit! Guards he has.....” Tony started to yell when Carl
leapt across the van and smashed his head into the wall knocking
the small man out. The killer grabbed his head and with a savage
twist snapped his neck like a dry twig.

“Fuck me! Gua...” the shaken woman screamed until Carl’s large
fist slammed into her jaw sending her to the floor in a heap. She
was knocked out. Carl quickly put the cuffs on her wrist. He
spread her legs and pulled her designer dress up exposing her
hips. He quickly pulled down her pantyhose. He wadded the tan
hose into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. The killer then
put the leg-irons on the whore chaining her to the floor of the
van.

He dumped her purse out on the floor and rummaged through its’
contents. He found what he was looking for a long steel nail
file. He put his hand on the door to the driver’s compartment and
tried the handle. Some fool had forgotten to lock the door and it
swung open. The guard riding shotgun was on his cell phone
talking to a CNN producer negotiating a price for photos of the
killer on his way to prison.

He did not see the door open or Carl lunge at him with the nail
file. The long slim file severed the man’s jugular vein. He
dropped his smart phone and grasped his throat trying to staunch
the blood flow. The blood pumped into his lungs and he drowned in
his own blood.


Carl ripped the man’s Glock from his holster and put the black
pistol to the driver’s head.

“Shit! Look man I got kid...” he started to say trying to plead
for his life when a 9 mm round exploded his head. The bullet went
through his skull and flattened out on the thick armored glass of
the driver’s door. Blood covered the window and ran down it in
streaks. The van swerved as the dead driver’s hands fell off the
steering wheel. Carl grabbed the wheel and got control of the
van. He pulled the dead man out of his seat. He bucked his seat
belt and floored the gas pedal. The armored van lurched ahead and
quickly closed in on the patrol car leading the small convoy out
of town. The massive bumper of the truck slammed into the police
car sending it spinning off the road and into a parked car.

The speeding van clipped the front of the crashed patrol car and
spun it out into the road into the path of the following police
cruisers. The first car following the van slammed on his brakes
stopping just short of the wrecked patrol car. The rain swept
road was slick and the third car did not stop ramming into the
unit ahead of it. The wreck blocked the road as the other cars
came to a screeching halt.

Most of the area law enforcement units were tied up providing
security and crowd control at the court house. The other units
were sent to the crash as several officers were injured along
with three civilians.

Carl drove the heavily armored car out of town and a few miles
down the road he drove behind a country truck stop. He negotiated
the large pot holes in the rutted muddy limestone lot. The killer
reached under the dash and pulled the F4 fuse that protected the
units GPS beacon. Then he went through the pockets of the dead
driver and got his cell phone. He found the other guard’s phone
on the floor. The producer from CNN was still on the line.


“Hello, what is going on? Was that a shot? Talk to me man!” the
woman said.

“Shut the fuck up and listen I am only going to say this once.
This is Carl Lewis, I have four hostages, the driver, officer
Cochran, (he said as he read his name tag) Officer Thompson, my
fucking worthless attorney Tony Brown and Some bitch from FOX
Gretchen White. You call FOX and tell old Rupert Murdoch that if
he ever wants to see this sexy little whore’s ass in one piece he
will get the government to free my overseas accounts by noon
tomorrow or I will start sending parts of these fuckers in the
mail. Tell the feds and all the other fucking cops that if I even
smell pork I will blow their fucking heads off. You are recording
this aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes but Carl how do I know they are still alive?” the woman
asked as she frantically typed a text to her boss in the front
office.

Carl went to the back and yanked the wadded pantyhose out of the
cunt’s mouth and kicked her. “Tell them you fucking name bitch!”
he said as he put the phone to her mouth.


“Oh shit! Help me! This is Gretchen White from FOX. He has..” she
said until he shoved the wadded panties back in her mouth

“There now get on the fucking phone and relay my fucking
message.” he said as he smashed the cell phone so his location
could not be traced via the GPS chip in the phone.

Carl found Gretchen’s blackberry he got her big boss’ private
number off it. He got the attorney’s from his coat pocket. Carl
went out into the driving rain and tossed them in the back of 18
wheeler that was bound for the west coast. “Have fun chasing this
wild goose.” he said to the driving rain for there was no one
around the flooded parking lot. He got back in the armored car
and drove out in the pouring rain.

He got off the main State highway on to a gravel county road. He
followed the road until he came to a low spot where the road
dipped to cross a small creek. He pulled the large van across the
road and waited for the next vehicle to come down the road from
either direction. While he waited he went through the pockets of
the dead men and took their cash. He found two thick brown
envelopes in a side pocket of the cunt’s purse, more pay off
money, he guessed. He had a nice pile of cash to run with. He
counted it and came up with $3,680.00. He had two Glocks with 6,
20 round mags and the cops ankle guns, two S&W .38 specials with
12 rounds in the guns and two speed loaders holding 12 more
rounds.


About ten minutes later a red SUV came down the hill toward the
van. He had the units lights flashing and he had put on one of
the dead cops uniform on. A young woman pulled up to the van and
stopped. Carl walked to the car and tapped on the window.

“What is going on officer? Is the road closed up ah....” she
asked as Carl brought the Glock up and shot her in the face
spraying blood over a screaming young girl in the front seat. He
looked inside and saw that there were two toddlers sitting in
their car seat.

He reached in and pulled the hysterical child over her dead
mother. He gave her a savage blow to the head and she fell silent
to the muddy ground. He checked her and found she had a pulse.
The killer left her in the mud and opened the rear hatch of the
Honda SUV. He got the blond bitch out of the armored car and
dragged her to the SUV. The pervert used the dead cop’s cuffs to
restrain the unconscious child. Once he had her hand cuffed he
tossed her in the back with the slut from FOX.

Carl drug the dead mother and tossed her in the police armored
car along with the other dead bodies. He backed the van up and
ran it off the road into the creek. He jumped out of the van
before it plunged into the rain swollen creek. The fast flowing
water carried the heavy van downstream for a few moments before
it rolled over and sank in a deep pool. He went through the
woman’s purse taking her cash and smashing her smart phone. He
saw the lowjack sticker on the red SUV and popped the hood
locating the brain of the sending unit and cut the power to the
lojack’s CPU.


He drove down the dirt road until he came to an isolated farm
house set well back from the road. Carl pulled into the driveway
and stopped at the house. He drew his 9 mm auto loader and held
it behind his back. He went to the door and knocked. A few
moments later an old woman answered the door her white hair was
blown by the stormy weather. Her gray eyes were clouded by
cataracts. She held a cotton house coat to her neck as she
answered the door. .

“Yes officer what is it yo...” she started to ask when he shot
her in the head. She fell back inside and a large Chow came
running from the kitchen barking and barring his fangs. Carl shot
the big dog and he joined his owner in death.


“Martha what the hell is that?” an old man said as he came around
the corner of the living room holding a 12 gage pump shotgun. He
saw Carl and raised the gun but he was too slow as two 9 mm slugs
tore into his chest followed by a third to the head.

Carl quickly searched the rest of the two story farmhouse.
Finding no one else was at home he went outside and pulled the
plates off of the car in the garage. He removed the plates from
the red SUV and slid them through a crack in the wooden double
wall of the old garage. He doubted if anyone would find them
there. He raided the pantry and got a bag of can goods and fresh
food from the fridge. Carl found a case of Miller light and took
that also. He found three boxes of 12 gauge shells for the
shotgun and tossed them in the SUV along with the weapon.

He turned on the gas stove and put three cushions from the couch
in the front room on the burners. The foam rubber would fill the
house with toxic smoke and flames in just a few moments. By the
time the rural fire department made it to the fire the house
would be fully engulfed in flames. Carl could see yellow flames
climbing through the open front door as he pulled out of their
lane and on to the dirt road leading west.


Carl took the back county roads avoiding most towns and the major
highways until he got to a safe house he kept near the state line
of Illinois. The two toddlers had cried themselves to sleep and
he had not heard much from the two older cunts in the back. He
parked the SUV next to the rear door leading into the kitchen of
the old farmhouse.

He got the twin girls out of their car seats and took them
inside. Carl opened a door leading to the cellar and started a
diesel generator. Lights flickered and then burned steady. The
girls were crying and calling for their mother. The pedophile
opened a wooden crate and put the screaming children in the dark
box still strapped in their car seat. He went back up stairs and
carried the 10 year old down to dark musty cellar. The killer
stripped her clothing off of her body and tied her spread eagle
to a small bed in the corner. The child started moaning as she
slowly came to.

Carl dragged the FOX news woman from the SUV and made her walk in
side. She was trying to talk but all that came out of her mouth
were mumbled words for she still had the panties shoved in her
mouth. He unlocked one of her wrist and then lifted her off the
floor and put the cuff over a pipe running the length of the
cellar. She screamed as her weight pulled the cuffs into her
wrist as her body hung a few inches off the floor. Blood ran down
her arms as she shook in agony.

The killer left the females to their separate agonies as he
unloaded the Honda. Once he had his supplies inside he put the
stolen SUV in the old shed. He walked around the old farmhouse
checking the windows to see that they were all still boarded up.
Carl found a sheet of plywood that had been pried loose and
looked like someone had gotten inside.

He went back to the shed and got a cordless drill and drove some
long screws through the plywood into the window frame. Carl
thought that it was probably local kids looking for a place to
drink or get high or maybe get a little nookie. He went in the
house and searched the house from top to bottom. He found some
beer bottles and a mattress had been tossed on the floor. There
were two pair of girl’s panties in the corner and stains on the
mattress where the kids had fucked.


He thought that as long as they did not come back while he was
here there would be no problems. IF they did show up, well that
was just too fucking bad for them. He got some heavy boards down
from the closets and screwed them on the inside of the window
making it much harder for them to get back inside. Carl went to
the kitchen and fixed himself a meal for it was going to a long
time before he wanted to come back upstairs to eat. He took a six
pack of beer with him as he closed the door behind him locking it
shut with a steel bar that sat in iron arms that held it tight to
the door.

“Well cunt, you got any fucking questions you want to ask me
now?” he said as he ripped the gag out of the sobbing woman’s
mouth.

“Oh please my arms are killing me. Oh God please don’t do this to
me. I will make sure you get away from here. We have company jets
that could fly you anywhere you want to go.” the woman begged.

“Tough shit honey, I don’t need your jets. Now while we wait for
your boss to come through with getting my fucking money freed up
let’s play a little game. I call it Gretchen’s choice. I have
three little girls here and I just can’t decide which one to fuck
up first. You see I just need one little cunt to rape and rip up
so what to do to the other little whores? I was thinking of
firing up the forge and getting some iron white hot and see how
long they last as I cool the hot steel off in their little
bodies.

Now your part is to chose one of them for me to party on. Now if
you won’t I will start with you and that oh so nice face. Let’s
take a look at the contestant for tonight’s party.

Here we have a nice little girl let’s see what her name is. Hey
cunt what is your name?” he said as he went to the child on the
bed and slapped her face.


“Oh God you fucking bastard don’t touch her!” the woman cried as
Carl took off his pants and showed the child his stiff cock.

“I ask you cunt what is your name?” he said as he grabbed her
long brown hair and yanked a handful out.

The child screamed and then cried. “Cindy, my name is Cindy you
nasty man. You killed my mom!”

“Yes I did cunt, and I can kill you so keep that in mind.” he
said as he left her and opened the crate with the twin toddlers
in it. They were screaming as he got them out of their car seats.
He ripped off their wet cloths and tied them to rings set into
the wall. The small three year old girls hung off the floor.

“Cindy what is her name? What is it? He said holding one of the
girls legs part.

“Don’t touch them you heartless bastard.” The young girl yelled.

“You know I can’t tell them apart so it don’t make a difference
what their names are. Let just call this little girl her old one
eye.” he said as he took a wicked pair of tongs off of a table
and shoved the sharp instrument into the child’s face. He slowly
pulled the eye out of its socket as the child thrashed around and
blood ran out down her face. He tossed the ruined eye in to the
steel forge in the cellar.


“See now we can tell them apart. This screaming cunt is old one
eye. Come on now Gretchen who will it be? Cindy behind bed number
one, or old one eye here behind door number 2, or little has not
been touched yet girl behind door number 3.?” he asked as he went
to a round forge in the middle of the room and turned on a
propane tank and lit the gas as it came up through the lava
stones that would hold the heat as he got the iron rods sticking
in the flames hot.

“OH God no, you fucking bastard! How can you do that to a little
girl?” Gretchen screamed as she tried not to look at the blood
running down the child’s face.

“Oh it is quite easy really, see you just get a pair of these and
you go and grab the cunt’s little head and then you....”

“Oh fuck no, No don’t do it! Oh fuck please dear god do not do it
again.” the woman cried as the monster moved to the screaming
child and put the tongs in her other eye. Her screams echoed off
the rock walls of the cellar.

“Well you wanted to know how I could do it so I gave you another
demo. You must be a dumb cunt not to have gotten it the first
time. Now bitch which one do I play with? Chose or I start with
you and end with the kids all dead. You can keep them healthy for
a little while and who knows the cops might bust in here any
moment to save your ass.” he taunted the terrified woman.

“You mother-fucker, rot in hell cock sucker!”the FOX news woman
spat.

“Now that is no way for a lady to talk. Last chance which one
cunt?” he yelled as he put the tongs in the fire and let get red
hot. He moved to her and grasped her face and held the glowing
tongs near her eyes.


She could feel the heat burn her eye as she tried to shut it
tight. “Oh God forgive me! Take the one you have started on. Take
her and leave the others alone please!” she sobbed looking away
from the innocent child thrashing on the wall.

“NO not my sister! How could you pick her you cunt!” Cindy yelled
from the bed.

“I am sorry I had to pick someone.” the woman sobbed as she saw
the fiend take a glowing steel rod and press it to the toddler’s
chest burning away her left nipple. The child pissed and then she
shit as the pain filled her small body.


Carl got another rod and removed her other nipple then he spread
her tiny legs and fried the child’s tiny clitoris. That pain was
so severe that the child passed out and hung limp unmoving.

“Looks like it is time for babies first sex lesson.” he laughed
as he took her down from the wall and laid her on a mattress on
the floor. He got a smelling salts capsule and broke it under the
passed out child. The strong salts revived the child and she
started screaming again.


“You know her pussy is too tight to fit this big cock in so I
have to make room for my dicky.” he said as he got a tapered pipe
and pushed the small end into the thrashing child’s body. He took
a hammer and drove it deep into her hips splitting her pelvis
bone. Dark red blood ran out of her cunt when he pulled the pipe
out of her body.

“Oh you fucking monster! You make me sick! Die you rotten
fucker!” the woman spat as she saw him line his cock up to the
bleeding hole and rape the child. The small body quivered and her
hands beat at the beast on top of her. She had screamed so hard
that she ruptured her vocal cords rendering her mute. All that
came out of her mouth were whimpers and blood.

Carl’s cock ripped the wall of the undeveloped vagina and more
blood spilled out each time he pulled in and out of the child’s
body. The child expired sometime during his rape. He turned the
dead toddler over and used her ass.

“Well that was fun! It has been a long day. What do you say that
we call it a night and hit it hard tomorrow?” Carl taunted his
prisoners. He took a milk crate that had a metal plate with a
grid work of short steel nails that were about a half an inch
long. There were enough of them to keep the feet of the victim
from being punctured but after enough time the pain they
inflicted kept the victim moving from one foot to the other to
support their weight which put more weight on that foot causing
more pain. So it would go as long as they were on the bed of
nails.

Carl shoved bloody rags into the three living females to shut
them up for the night. He took a few snapshots of the woman
hanging from the pipe. He got a laptop he had hidden at the house
and used a KGB encryption program that coded his message and sent
it bounding around the globe to a thousand slave routers not
using one for more than a tenth of a second making his call
untraceable even to NSA’s supercomputer.

Carl sent a call to Rupert Murdoch’s private unlisted phone.


“Hello” a sleepy voice answered.

“Hello Rupert, this is your lead story, calling. How are we
coming on getting my fucking money back?” Carl asked as he sent
the photos of the woman to the cell phone.

“You say you are Carl Lewis? How did you get this number?” the
old man yelled as he pushed a panic button by his bed calling his
chief of security.

“Yea you got it. The fucking number was on the cunt’s phone. Now
have you got my money or do I send parts of her body to her old
mother?” he yelled.

“I will need more time, things like this take time you know
that.” the English billionaire said stalling for time hoping that
his people could trace the call.

“Bullshit, you have three hours or the cunt is dead along with
these kids. fucker! Don’t bother to trace this call you can’t do
it. Remember you got just three hours from now!” he said as he
ended the call.


“Did you get anything Sam?” the fuming mogul asked.

“No sir. no luck. He must be using the KGB net and even they
cannot track a call on the net. All they could do is shut it
down, and they are not going to do that not even for you sir.”
his head gunman said.


“So what do I do?” he asked.

“Make the call sir if you want to see the woman alive again. He
has no reason to kill her; we know who he is, just not where. I
will put our best team on his ass and sooner or later we will
find him and then you can roast his nuts over a fire.


“Fuck! Make the call and let me talk to Alessio at the Swiss
National Bank.” he said as he lit up a hand rolled Cuban cigar.

“Here he is sir.” an aid said handing him a phone.

“Alessio, this is Rupert. You have heard of my problem in the
States? Well I need Carl Lewis’ accounts unfrozen now.” he said.

“Rupert, this is hard to do. If I do so the American’s will be
very upset.” the banker said.

“Alessio, they may be upset but if you don’t do this for me I
will call all of my markers in and there will be a run on your
bank. That is unless you do have the gold.” he coldly said.


“This thing means that much to you? This will leave a strain on
our arrangements my old friend.”

“Just fucking do it! Have it done in 2 hours and 43 minutes from
now. Call this number when it is done.

“It is done then Rupert, hunt this cock sucker down and kill him.
We cannot have someone running around that can do such things to
us.” the Swiss banker said as he broke the connection.


Carl made the call as the time he had set for the mogul expired.
The phone was answered on the first ring.

“Yes.”

“Is it done?”

“Yes the funds are available but I do not know for how long. The
CIA has its’ ways you must know.”

“I will send you the GPS coordinates as soon as I am out of the
house. Here you can talk to the cunt.” He said as he put the
phone to the woman’s face.

“Gretchen are you OK?” he asked.

“Fuck no! But I am alive. You got to get this fucker....”

“Well now you know she is alive. Got to run see you later.” Carl
said as he cut the connection.

He checked his overseas accounts and found them open. He
downloaded a program that transferred his funds to several other
banks in a web of transfers and blind runs that would take them a
long, long time to trace. By that time he would be drinking on
beach of the island with his funds safely hidden in a vault under
his unassuming dwelling.


He opened a chest and got out his fall back identity. He put on
the fat suit and a Hollywood grade bald wig. He put colored
contacts in his eyes making them gray. Carl put dental over lays
in his mouth giving him the look of a typical Englishman’s mouth
full of bad teeth. He wore thin latex gloves that had a random
set of prints on the fingers. He put on an old warn suit and
packed a well traveled suitcase. He tucked one of the .38 S&W’s
in his belt. Carl would toss it out before he entered the airport
and boarded his flight out of the US.

He sent the GPS numbers to FOX, but they would really not need
them for he shot the three females. Then he dumped the diesel
from the generator on to the cellar floor and tossed a flaming
newspaper behind him. There was a whoosh as the fuel ignited. He
drove to Chicago where he stopped at a large public parking lot
and left the SUV unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He
wrapped the gun in newspaper and tossed it in a trash can. He
took a bus to O’hare and boarded his flight.


He watched the outrage of the killing of the woman and the others
on FOX as the large jet banked over the land and headed to the
warmer waters of the Caribbean.

The woman sitting next to him saw the news and shook her head. “I
hope they catch that bastard!”

“Sure looks like he should be stopped.” Carl said with a proper
English accent.

　

This is a work of fiction. Carl may have gotten away with it but
you won’t. This story was done by suggestion of a fan Brian. Hope
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Damaged Goods

WARNING EXTREME PEDO! M, F, g,g,g. Rape kidnapping, torture,
death. Graphic story of death and dismemberment. IF violent sex
with children and the abuse of a woman offends you read no
further, go away. If not see how Carl get out of a jam. B.C. this
is for you hope you like it.....FOX will not...

　

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury have you reached a verdict in
this case?” the somber Judge asked as over fifty flashbulbs
popped as the foreman of the all white jury stood and faced the
Judge.


“Yes we have your Honor.” the thin balding man said as he looked
away from the hulking man that was restrained in chains and had
an iron mask fitted over his face.

“On the first count of the indictment, murder in the first degree
with special circumstances (age of the victim) How say you one
and all?” Judge Wallis asks as he held a long list of charges
against one Carl Lewis.


“Guilty your Honor.” the foreman said his voice dry and scratchy.

There was a cry from the mother of slain child as the monster
that killed and raped her was convicted. A cheer rose up from the
packed courtroom. The judge banged his wooden gavel on his desk
and called out, “Silence, one more outburst like that and I will
have the courtroom cleared.” The cameras flashed catching the
agony on the mother’s face as she re-lived the loss of her child.


“On the second count of the indictment, murder in the first
degree with special circumstances (age of the victim). How say
you one and all?” the Judge asked as he steeled himself for the
long process of reading all 32 counts of the indictment.

“Guilty your Honor.” he said as his hands shook rattling the
paper.


“On the third count of the indictment, murder in the first degree
with special circumstances (age of the victim). How say you one
and all?” he repeated the charges.

“Guilty your Honor.” he said.

The process ground on for half an hour until every count on the
three page indictment was read and a verdict of guilty on all
charges was rendered. Carl Lewis had been convicted for the rape,
kidnapping, torture, false imprisonment and murder of eight girls
under the age of ten.


“Normally I would order the defendant to rise but since you are
chained to that device I will just render my instructions as
called for by Indiana law. Carl David Lewis you have been
convicted on all counts of the indictment and since they are
Capital offenses you shall be transported from this courtroom
forthwith and incarcerated in the Terra Haute Maximum Security
Penitentiary until the 4th of March 2013 at which time I shall
sentence you for your heinous crimes.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury the state of Indiana and I thank
you for your commitment and faithful discharge of your civic
duty. You are now dismissed. Bailiff transport the prisoner to
the Penitentiary. Court is adjourned.” he said banging his gavial
on the walnut desk. The court room exploded with shouted
questions to the tall man that had just been convicted of the
most gruesome and sensational sex crimes in the state’s history.

The families of the eight young girls cheered and cried now that
the beast had been brought to justice. Reporters thrust
microphones in their faces asking inane questions of the grieving
families. Carl’s court appointed lawyer packed up his papers as
best he could with one hand as his other arm was in a cast. His
client had broken his arm when the defendant felt that the
attorney was not objecting to obvious leading questions by the
prosecutor. It was after that incident that his client was
restrained and masked so he could not use his teeth to bite off
an ear or sever a guard’s throat as he had done before.

His attorney was scared shitless by the monster. For if ever
there was a guilty mother fucker he was it. The police had found
the dismembered bodies of the children in a large chest freezer.
They also found disturbing recordings of the horrid process the
slain children had gone through from kidnapping to their final
release in death. The evidence was overwhelming and damning. The
images of the screaming children still haunted the young lawyer.
As he closed his briefcase an attractive young blond woman came
up to him and leaned in and whispered in his ear.


“You need to meet with me outside I have something that you need
to look at Tony.” she said as she gave his ass a pat.

“Hey I know you! You are on FOX, yea that morning show. You are
Gretchen White.  Look I will give a statement to the press as
soon as this madhouse clears out.” Tony said to the too perfectly
groomed woman , the words of 'dirty laundry’ by Don Henley popped
into his head ( We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who Comes
on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam In
her eye It's interesting when people die- Give us dirty laundry)


“Yea, I am her, look I have a contract out in my news van that
you need to take a look at. It is an offer that you will not want
to refuse.” she said as she moved her shoulder causing her low
cut blouse to reveal her surgically enhanced breast.

His eyes were drawn to the perfect round globes as he took in the
heady sent of her expensive human sex pheromone based perfume.

“Can’t it wait until after my news conference?” he said intrigued
by the alluring woman.

“No it cannot. They are going to transport your client down state
and lock him away in the darkest hole in that penitentiary. No
one will be able to interview him there. I can’t tell you what we
have in mind here. But we will make it well worth your while
Tony, and I would be oh so beholding to a cute man like you.” she
said batting her expensive manicured eyes at him promising so
much more that she would ever deliver to a schmuck like this
loser.


“Well no one seems too interested in me anyhow. But how can we
get past all of the other reporters and paparazzi? They are thick
as flies on a rotting road kill.” he said looking at the tall
blond.

“Just follow me. I have one of the courthouse guards waiting at
the back of the courtroom. He can get us to the loading dock
where they are going to take prince charming there.” she said as
six large deputies pushed through the throng and tried to get the
killer out of the room.

He picked up his case and followed her as they wormed their way
to the rear of the room. There a tall black deputy held a door
open for them. They entered a hallway that lead to a stairway.

“Stop right here. You got my money bitch?” the massive coon said
blocking the hall.

“Of course, you dim witted ape.” she said as she pulled a brown
envelope from her hand bag and handed it to the nigger.

He ripped it open and quickly counted the ten one hundred dollar
bills. He stuffed the money in his pocket and pointed to the
doorway at the end of the hall.

“Just go down to the first floor and you will be on the loading
dock. You two fucking forget that you ever saw me. Got it?” he
said as he pushed past them and went back down the hallway.


“How are we going to get to Carl?” he asked as she hurried him
down the steps.

“If anyone asks you are going to tell them that you need to ride
with your client to work on his appeal and that I am your
secretary here to take notes. They will have to leave us alone
with him, you know attorney client privilege” she said as they
walked down the narrow concrete steps.


“They are not going to let me ride with him to prison. I am not
sure that I want to be alone with that fucker in a van. He
fucking broke my arm just for shits and giggles. He is a monster.
You did not see the sick shit he did to those poor children.” he
said as he stopped on the stairway.

“Yes they will the driver and the guards are in on it. Just get
the fuck down there because they will not wait a moment for us.”
she ordered him cowering the timid mousy man.

They came to the door and saw three armed guards dressed in black
packing major heat. She opened the door and motioned one of the
deputies over to her. She handed him four thick brown envelops
and he pulled them toward an armored van. The van’s thick steel
rear doors were open and the two were shoved inside. The rear of
the van had two long benches against the outside walls. There was
a heavy steel door that led to the front of the van with a slot
window made of thick bulletproof glass.


The skies had opened up as a major thunder storm hit the state.
The bad weather meant the chopper that was to fly air cover for
the trip had been grounded along with all of the other news
hack’s birds. Rain fell in sheets and lightning ripped the dark
sky. The sound of the rain pounding on the metal overhanging roof
was deafening.

Tony and the reporter sat at the far end of the van and waited
for them to put Carl in the truck. The double doors on the
loading dock opened and six deputies hustled the bound prisoner
into the van. None of the men took any notice of the two sitting
in front. Cash bought a lot of official blindness. They took the
chains holding Carl to the dolly he had be lashed to off and
locked his leg shackles to a ring set in the floor of the van.
One of the men removed the steel hockey mask and quickly backed
up and slammed the doors. There was the sound of a fist banging
on the van and it lurched away.

The three looked at each other as the van picked up speed and a
convoy of patrol cars joined them as the van made its way out of
the small town.

“Nice to see you again, Tony. Who’s the cunt?” he asked as he
looked at the woman undressing her with his eyes.

“She is a reporter from FOX, Gretchen White. She wants to
interview you.” he said not making eye contact with the horrid
killer.

“Fuck that. I have said all that I am going to say.” he said as
he started coughing.

“Look you dip-shit-for-brains, they took all of your money, they
seized your farm, and froze your overseas bank accounts. You
don’t have jack-shit left. I will make sure you have money in
your commissary account. You really don’t want to eat the shit
they are going to put in your food. Child killers like you are at
the bottom of the food chain in the joint. The guards hate you
for killing those three cops; the inmates hate you for killing
all of those kids. I doubt that you will survive the first
night.” she said as she pulled a recording device out and started
taping the conversation.


“Oh my guts! Someone must have put something in my food at the
jail. I am going to be sick.” he said as he doubled over in pain.
He put his head in his hands and spat up something. Carl caught
the thin steel probe and used it to quickly unlock his wrist
cuffs. They fell away and he then unlocked his legs.

“Oh shit! Guards he has.....” Tony started to yell when Carl
leapt across the van and smashed his head into the wall knocking
the small man out. The killer grabbed his head and with a savage
twist snapped his neck like a dry twig.

“Fuck me! Gua...” the shaken woman screamed until Carl’s large
fist slammed into her jaw sending her to the floor in a heap. She
was knocked out. Carl quickly put the cuffs on her wrist. He
spread her legs and pulled her designer dress up exposing her
hips. He quickly pulled down her pantyhose. He wadded the tan
hose into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. The killer then
put the leg-irons on the whore chaining her to the floor of the
van.

He dumped her purse out on the floor and rummaged through its’
contents. He found what he was looking for a long steel nail
file. He put his hand on the door to the driver’s compartment and
tried the handle. Some fool had forgotten to lock the door and it
swung open. The guard riding shotgun was on his cell phone
talking to a CNN producer negotiating a price for photos of the
killer on his way to prison.

He did not see the door open or Carl lunge at him with the nail
file. The long slim file severed the man’s jugular vein. He
dropped his smart phone and grasped his throat trying to staunch
the blood flow. The blood pumped into his lungs and he drowned in
his own blood.


Carl ripped the man’s Glock from his holster and put the black
pistol to the driver’s head.

“Shit! Look man I got kid...” he started to say trying to plead
for his life when a 9 mm round exploded his head. The bullet went
through his skull and flattened out on the thick armored glass of
the driver’s door. Blood covered the window and ran down it in
streaks. The van swerved as the dead driver’s hands fell off the
steering wheel. Carl grabbed the wheel and got control of the
van. He pulled the dead man out of his seat. He bucked his seat
belt and floored the gas pedal. The armored van lurched ahead and
quickly closed in on the patrol car leading the small convoy out
of town. The massive bumper of the truck slammed into the police
car sending it spinning off the road and into a parked car.

The speeding van clipped the front of the crashed patrol car and
spun it out into the road into the path of the following police
cruisers. The first car following the van slammed on his brakes
stopping just short of the wrecked patrol car. The rain swept
road was slick and the third car did not stop ramming into the
unit ahead of it. The wreck blocked the road as the other cars
came to a screeching halt.

Most of the area law enforcement units were tied up providing
security and crowd control at the court house. The other units
were sent to the crash as several officers were injured along
with three civilians.

Carl drove the heavily armored car out of town and a few miles
down the road he drove behind a country truck stop. He negotiated
the large pot holes in the rutted muddy limestone lot. The killer
reached under the dash and pulled the F4 fuse that protected the
units GPS beacon. Then he went through the pockets of the dead
driver and got his cell phone. He found the other guard’s phone
on the floor. The producer from CNN was still on the line.


“Hello, what is going on? Was that a shot? Talk to me man!” the
woman said.

“Shut the fuck up and listen I am only going to say this once.
This is Carl Lewis, I have four hostages, the driver, officer
Cochran, (he said as he read his name tag) Officer Thompson, my
fucking worthless attorney Tony Brown and Some bitch from FOX
Gretchen White. You call FOX and tell old Rupert Murdoch that if
he ever wants to see this sexy little whore’s ass in one piece he
will get the government to free my overseas accounts by noon
tomorrow or I will start sending parts of these fuckers in the
mail. Tell the feds and all the other fucking cops that if I even
smell pork I will blow their fucking heads off. You are recording
this aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes but Carl how do I know they are still alive?” the woman
asked as she frantically typed a text to her boss in the front
office.

Carl went to the back and yanked the wadded pantyhose out of the
cunt’s mouth and kicked her. “Tell them you fucking name bitch!”
he said as he put the phone to her mouth.


“Oh shit! Help me! This is Gretchen White from FOX. He has..” she
said until he shoved the wadded panties back in her mouth

“There now get on the fucking phone and relay my fucking
message.” he said as he smashed the cell phone so his location
could not be traced via the GPS chip in the phone.

Carl found Gretchen’s blackberry he got her big boss’ private
number off it. He got the attorney’s from his coat pocket. Carl
went out into the driving rain and tossed them in the back of 18
wheeler that was bound for the west coast. “Have fun chasing this
wild goose.” he said to the driving rain for there was no one
around the flooded parking lot. He got back in the armored car
and drove out in the pouring rain.

He got off the main State highway on to a gravel county road. He
followed the road until he came to a low spot where the road
dipped to cross a small creek. He pulled the large van across the
road and waited for the next vehicle to come down the road from
either direction. While he waited he went through the pockets of
the dead men and took their cash. He found two thick brown
envelopes in a side pocket of the cunt’s purse, more pay off
money, he guessed. He had a nice pile of cash to run with. He
counted it and came up with $3,680.00. He had two Glocks with 6,
20 round mags and the cops ankle guns, two S&W .38 specials with
12 rounds in the guns and two speed loaders holding 12 more
rounds.


About ten minutes later a red SUV came down the hill toward the
van. He had the units lights flashing and he had put on one of
the dead cops uniform on. A young woman pulled up to the van and
stopped. Carl walked to the car and tapped on the window.

“What is going on officer? Is the road closed up ah....” she
asked as Carl brought the Glock up and shot her in the face
spraying blood over a screaming young girl in the front seat. He
looked inside and saw that there were two toddlers sitting in
their car seat.

He reached in and pulled the hysterical child over her dead
mother. He gave her a savage blow to the head and she fell silent
to the muddy ground. He checked her and found she had a pulse.
The killer left her in the mud and opened the rear hatch of the
Honda SUZ. He got the blond bitch out of the armored car and
dragged her to the SUV. The pervert used the dead cop’s cuffs to
restrain the unconscious child. Once he had her hand cuffed he
tossed her in the back with the slut from FOX.

Carl drug the dead mother and tossed her in the police armored
car along with the other dead bodies. He backed the van up and
ran it off the road into the creek. He jumped out of the van
before it plunged into the rain swollen creek. The fast flowing
water carried the heavy van downstream for a few moments before
it rolled over and sank in a deep pool. He went through the
woman’s purse taking her cash and smashing her smart phone. He
saw the lowjack sticker on the red SUV and popped the hood
locating the brain of the sending unit and cut the power to the
lojack’s cpu.


He drove down the dirt road until he came to an isolated farm
house set well back from the road. Carl pulled into the driveway
and stopped at the house. He drew his 9 mm auto loader and held
it behind his back. He went to the door and knocked. A few
moments later an old woman answered the door her white hair was
blown by the stormy weather. Her gray eyes were clouded by
cataracts. She held a cotton house coat to her neck as she
answered the door. .

“Yes officer what is it yo...” she started to ask when he shot
her in the head. She fell back inside and a large Chow came
running from the kitchen barking and barring his fangs. Carl shot
the big dog and he joined his owner in death.


“Martha what the hell is that?” an old man said as he came around
the corner of the living room holding a 12 gage pump shotgun. He
saw Carl and raised the gun but he was too slow as two 9 mm slugs
tore into his chest followed by a third to the head.

Carl quickly searched the rest of the two story farmhouse.
Finding no one else was at home he went outside and pulled the
plates off of the car in the garage. He removed the plates from
the red SUV and slid them through a crack in the wooden double
wall of the old garage. He doubted if anyone would find them
there. He raided the pantry and got a bag of can goods and fresh
food from the fridge. Carl found a case of Miller light and took
that also. He found three boxes of 12 gauge shells for the
shotgun and tossed them in the SUV along with the weapon.

He turned on the gas stove and put three cushions from the couch
in the front room on the burners. The foam rubber would fill the
house with toxic smoke and flames in just a few moments. By the
time the rural fire department made it to the fire the house
would be fully engulfed in flames. Carl could see yellow flames
climbing through the open front door as he pulled out of their
lane and on to the dirt road leading west.


Carl took the back county roads avoiding most towns and the major
highways until he got to a safe house he kept near the state line
of Illinois. The two toddlers had cried themselves to sleep and
he had not heard much from the two older cunts in the back. He
parked the SUV next to the rear door leading into the kitchen of
the old farmhouse.

He got the twin girls out of their car seats and took them
inside. Carl opened a door leading to the cellar and started a
diesel generator. Lights flickered and then burned steady. The
girls were crying and calling for their mother. The pedophile
opened a wooden crate and put the screaming children in the dark
box still strapped in their car seat. He went back up stairs and
carried the 10 year old down to dark musty cellar. The killer
stripped her clothing off of her body and tied her spread eagle
to a small bed in the corner. The child started moaning as she
slowly came to.

Carl dragged the FOX news woman from the SUV and made her walk in
side. She was trying to talk but all that came out of her mouth
were mumbled words for she still had the panties shoved in her
mouth. He unlocked one of her wrist and then lifted her off the
floor and put the cuff over a pipe running the length of the
cellar. She screamed as her weight pulled the cuffs into her
wrist as her body hung a few inches off the floor. Blood ran down
her arms as she shook in agony.

The killer left the females to their separate agonies as he
unloaded the Honda. Once he had his supplies inside he put the
stolen SUV in the old shed. He walked around the old farmhouse
checking the windows to see that they were all still boarded up.
Carl found a sheet of plywood that had been pried loose and
looked like someone had gotten inside.

He went back to the shed and got a cordless drill and drove some
long screws through the plywood into the window frame. Carl
thought that it was probably local kids looking for a place to
drink or get high or maybe get a little nookie. He went in the
house and searched the house from top to bottom. He found some
beer bottles and a mattress had been tossed on the floor. There
were two pair of girl’s panties in the corner and stains on the
mattress where the kids had fucked.


He thought that as long as they did not come back while he was
here there would be no problems. IF they did show up, well that
was just too fucking bad for them. He got some heavy boards down
from the closets and screwed them on the inside of the window
making it much harder for them to get back inside. Carl went to
the kitchen and fixed himself a meal for it was going to a long
time before he wanted to come back upstairs to eat. He took a six
pack of beer with him as he closed the door behind him locking it
shut with a steel bar that sat in iron arms that held it tight to
the door.

“Well cunt, you got any fucking questions you want to ask me
now?” he said as he ripped the gag out of the sobbing woman’s
mouth.

“Oh please my arms are killing me. Oh God please don’t do this to
me. I will make sure you get away from here. We have company jets
that could fly you anywhere you want to go.” the woman begged.

“Tough shit honey, I don’t need your jets. Now while we wait for
your boss to come through with getting my fucking money freed up
let’s play a little game. I call it Gretchen’s choice. I have
three little girls here and I just can’t decide which one to fuck
up first. You see I just need one little cunt to rape and rip up
so what to do to the other little whores? I was thinking of
firing up the forge and getting some iron white hot and see how
long they last as I cool the hot steel off in their little
bodies.

Now your part is to chose one of them for me to party on. Now if
you won’t I will start with you and that oh so nice face. Let’s
take a look at the contestant for tonight’s party.

Here we have a nice little girl let’s see what her name is. Hey
cunt what is your name?” he said as he went to the child on the
bed and slapped her face.


“Oh God you fucking bastard don’t touch her!” the woman cried as
Carl took off his pants and showed the child his stiff cock.

“I ask you cunt what is your name?” he said as he grabbed her
long brown hair and yanked a handful out.

The child screamed and then cried. “Cindy, my name is Cindy you
nasty man. You killed my mom!”

“Yes I did cunt, and I can kill you so keep that in mind.” he
said as he left her and opened the crate with the twin toddlers
in it. They were screaming as he got them out of their car seats.
He ripped off their wet cloths and tied them to rings set into
the wall. The small three year old girls hung off the floor.

“Cindy what is her name? What is it? He said holding one of the
girls legs part.

“Don’t touch them you heartless bastard.” The young girl yelled.

“You know I can’t tell them apart so it don’t make a difference
what their names are. Let just call this little girl her old one
eye.” he said as he took a wicked pair of tongs off of a table
and shoved the sharp instrument into the child’s face. He slowly
pulled the eye out of its socket as the child thrashed around and
blood ran out down her face. He tossed the ruined eye in to the
steel forge in the cellar.


“See now we can tell them apart. This screaming cunt is old one
eye. Come on now Gretchen who will it be? Cindy behind bed number
one, or old one eye here behind door number 2, or little has not
been touched yet girl behind door number 3.?” he asked as he went
to a round forge in the middle of the room and turned on a
propane tank and lit the gas as it came up through the lava
stones that would hold the heat as he got the iron rods sticking
in the flames hot.

“OH God no, you fucking bastard! How can you do that to a little
girl?” Gretchen screamed as she tried not to look at the blood
running down the child’s face.

“Oh it is quite easy really, see you just get a pair of these and
you go and grab the cunt’s little head and then you....”

“Oh fuck no, No don’t do it! Oh fuck please dear god do not do it
again.” the woman cried as the monster moved to the screaming
child and put the tongs in her other eye. Her screams echoed off
the rock walls of the cellar.

“Well you wanted to know how I could do it so I gave you another
demo. You must be a dumb cunt not to have gotten it the first
time. Now bitch which one do I play with? Chose or I start with
you and end with the kids all dead. You can keep them healthy for
a little while and who knows the cops might bust in here any
moment to save your ass.” he taunted the terrified woman.

“You mother-fucker, rot in hell cock sucker!”the FOX news woman
spat.

“Now that is no way for a lady to talk. Last chance which one
cunt?” he yelled as he put the tongs in the fire and let get red
hot. He moved to her and grasped her face and held the glowing
tongs near her eyes.


She could feel the heat burn her eye as she tried to shut it
tight. “Oh God forgive me! Take the one you have started on. Take
her and leave the others alone please!” she sobbed looking away
from the innocent child thrashing on the wall.

“NO not my sister! How could you pick her you cunt!” Cindy yelled
from the bed.

“I am sorry I had to pick someone.” the woman sobbed as she saw
the fiend take a glowing steel rod and press it to the toddler’s
chest burning away her left nipple. The child pissed and then she
shit as the pain filled her small body.


Carl got another rod and removed her other nipple then he spread
her tiny legs and fried the child’s tiny clitoris. That pain was
so severe that the child passed out and hung limp unmoving.

“Looks like it is time for babies first sex lesson.” he laughed
as he took her down from the wall and laid her on a mattress on
the floor. He got a smelling salts capsule and broke it under the
passed out child. The strong salts revived the child and she
started screaming again.


“You know her pussy is too tight to fit this big cock in so I
have to make room for my dicky.” he said as he got a tapered pipe
and pushed the small end into the thrashing child’s body. He took
a hammer and drove it deep into her hips splitting her pelvis
bone. Dark red blood ran out of her cunt when he pulled the pipe
out of her body.

“Oh you fucking monster! You make me sick! Die you rotten
fucker!” the woman spat as she saw him line his cock up to the
bleeding hole and rape the child. The small body quivered and her
hands beat at the beast on top of her. She had screamed so hard
that she ruptured her vocal cords rendering her mute. All that
came out of her mouth were whimpers and blood.

Carl’s cock ripped the wall of the undeveloped vagina and more
blood spilled out each time he pulled in and out of the child’s
body. The child expired sometime during his rape. He turned the
dead toddler over and used her ass.

“Well that was fun! It has been a long day. What do you say that
we call it a night and hit it hard tomorrow?” Carl taunted his
prisoners. He took a milk crate that had a metal plate with a
grid work of short steel nails that were about a half an inch
long. There were enough of them to keep the feet of the victim
from being punctured but after enough time the pain they
inflicted kept the victim moving from one foot to the other to
support their weight which put more weight on that foot causing
more pain. So it would go as long as they were on the bed of
nails.

Carl shoved bloody rags into the three living females to shut
them up for the night. He took a few snapshots of the woman
hanging from the pipe. He got a laptop he had hidden at the house
and used a KGB encryption program that coded his message and sent
it bounding around the globe to a thousand slave routers not
using one for more than a tenth of a second making his call
untraceable even to NSA’s supercomputers.

Carl sent a call to Rupert Murdoch’s private unlisted phone.


“Hello” a sleepy voice answered.

“Hello Rupert, this is your lead story, calling. How are we
coming on getting my fucking money back?” Carl asked as he sent
the photos of the woman to the cell phone.

“You say you are Carl Lewis? How did you get this number?” the
old man yelled as he pushed a panic button by his bed calling his
chief of security.

“Yea you got it. The fucking number was on the cunt’s phone. Now
have you got my money or do I send parts of her body to her old
mother?” he yelled.

“I will need more time, things like this take time you know
that.” the English billionaire said stalling for time hoping that
his people could trace the call.

“Bullshit, you have three hours or the cunt is dead along with
these kids. fucker! Don’t bother to trace this call you can’t do
it. Remember you got just three hours from now!” he said as he
ended the call.


“Did you get anything Sam?” the fuming mogul asked.

“No sir. no luck. He must be using the KGB net and even they
cannot track a call on the net. All they could do is shut it
down, and they are not going to do that not even for you sir.”
his head gunman said.


“So what do I do?” he asked.

“Make the call sir if you want to see the woman alive again. He
has no reason to kill her; we know who he is, just not where. I
will put our best team on his ass and sooner or later we will
find him and then you can roast his nuts over a fire.


“Fuck! Make the call and let me talk to Alessio at the Swiss
National Bank.” he said as he lit up a hand rolled Cuban cigar.

“Here he is sir.” an aid said handing him a phone.

“Alessio, this is Rupert. You have heard of my problem in the
States? Well I need Carl Lewis’ accounts unfrozen now.” he said.

“Rupert, this is hard to do. If I do so the American’s will be
very upset.” the banker said.

“Alessio, they may be upset but if you don’t do this for me I
will call all of my markers in and there will be a run on your
bank. That is unless you do have the gold.” he coldly said.


“This thing means that much to you? This will leave a strain on
our arrangements my old friend.”

“Just fucking do it! Have it done in 2 hours and 43 minutes from
now. Call this number when it is done.

“It is done then Rupert, hunt this cock sucker down and kill him.
We cannot have someone running around that can do such things to
us.” the Swiss banker said as he broke the connection.


Carl made the call as the time he had set for the mogul expired.
The phone was answered on the first ring.

“Yes.”

“Is it done?”

“Yes the funds are available but I do not know for how long. The
CIA has its’ ways you must know.”

“I will send you the GPS coordinates as soon as I am out of the
house. Here you can talk to the cunt.” He said as he put the
phone to the woman’s face.

“Gretchen are you OK?” he asked.

“Fuck no! But I am alive. You got to get this fucker....”

“Well now you know she is alive. Got to run see you later.” Carl
said as he cut the connection.

He checked his overseas accounts and found them open. He
downloaded a program that transferred his funds to several other
banks in a web of transfers and blind runs that would take them a
long, long time to trace. By that time he would be drinking on
beach of the island with his funds safely hidden in a vault under
his unassuming dwelling.


He opened a chest and got out his fall back identity. He put on
the fat suit and a Hollywood grade bald wig. He put colored
contacts in his eyes making them gray. Carl put dental over lays
in his mouth giving him the look of a typical Englishman’s mouth
full of bad teeth. He wore thin latex gloves that had a random
set of prints on the fingers. He put on an old warn suit and
packed a well traveled suitcase. He tucked one of the .38 S&W’s
in his belt. Carl would toss it out before he entered the airport
and boarded his flight out of the US.

He sent the GPS numbers to FOX, but they would really not need
them for he shot the three females. Then he dumped the diesel
from the generator on to the cellar floor and tossed a flaming
newspaper behind him. There was a whoosh as the fuel ignited. He
drove to Chicago where he stopped at a large public parking lot
and left the SUV unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He
wrapped the gun in newspaper and tossed it in a trash can. He
took a bus to O’hare and boarded his flight.


He watched the outrage of the killing of the woman and the others
on FOX as the large jet banked over the land and headed to the
warmer waters of the Caribbean.

The woman sitting next to him saw the news and shook her head. “I
hope they catch that bastard!”

“Sure looks like he should be stopped.” Carl said with a proper
English accent.

　

This is a work of fiction. Carl may have gotten away with it but
you won’t. This story was done by suggestion of a fan Brian. Hope
you liked it B.C.. If you did then hit me up at
wordweaver69@gmail.com Arlin