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Baggy Knickers

Codes : - Rape, anal rape, old, implied snuff

Inspired by a newspaper article about an old lady raped in her own garden.

I heard the anguished yelp outside. The wooded area surrounding the derelict caravan was pretty dense, so I couldn't see anything immediately, although I was very furtively peeping through a crack in the dank, torn cloth that acted as a curtain., but again there was a little cry and a sob, then a dog barked and I heard words as if to shush it. I put my cock away and folded the porno book into my bag and sorted my jeans, then slowly opened the door to investigate as it was very rare that anyone had come by here judging by the last few days.

There was a hardly trodden walkway opposite to a well wooded area and I could see a small brown dog wagging its tail although its head was in the undergrowth. As I approached it, the dog yelped, tail still in motion and I heard a weak voice telling it to be quiet, followed by a moan which seemed to express pain. I neared the dog who remained stationary, but kept checking my approach alternately with burying its head in the bushes.

A little old lady was spreadeagled amongst the ferns, her specs half on, her beeny hat askew showing stray lank grey hairs poking out at various angles, her blouse was buttoned but torn and caught on a vicious looking briar and her floral cotton skirt wrapped tightly round one leg, but stretched across to a low thorny branch, exposing a bare bony leg up to her knee, the lower part encased in a dark brown pop sock. On her feet were oddly sensible, but incongruous brown brogues. She grimaced weakly as I leaned down to help her telling her I could get her up, but as I grasped her arm, she pulled it back and spat words at me.

“Get off me. Don't touch me. I can manage and don't need any help from a scruff like you, go away.”

I was stunned and stepped back, but noticed the strong accent, I guessed east European.

“It's Ok love, I can lift you out......”

“Don't call me love, I'm not your love, get away from me. I wish Yelstin was here, he would see you off,” she snarled, the venom from her pinched mouth extremely disquieting.

“Shall I go and get Yeltsin then, where is he?” I ventured.

“Stupid man,” she spat. “He's in doggy heaven, somewhere you'll never get to - even the human version?'

Shit! This was some nasty old bitch with a weird idea for dogs names. I am a scruff I suppose, although the jeans and tee-shirt I had stolen two night ago while crashing in a guy's house were decent gear. She looked helpless, so I decided to continue the samaritan bit and grabbed her arm, she was in difficulty obviously and even if I left her after getting her upright would have been some sort of help. She snarled and spat as I sorted her clothing from the undergrowth, wriggling under my one arm grasp round her waist and shaking and kicking with great protest, until she was actually standing. I dwarfed her being well over six feet and solidly built, while she was tiny, maybe five feet and scrawny. Upright, slightly scratched and bleeding and some tears on her gear, but standing , I decided to leave her without any further consequence, but suddenly I was doubled in pain by her hefty kick, probably aimed at my goolies, but almost deadening my thigh.

“What the fu. . . . .?” I gasped, reeling away.

“I told you to get off me, you wouldn't listen, now get out of my sight,” she snarled, raising her puny gnarled old fist. “C'mon Putin leave this nasty rapist in the woods.”

She didn't realise that the side of her skirt was ripped to waist level and I could see the full length of her leg, the wrinkled pop sock and part of some white – well, off white baggy looking knickers. I rubbed my aching thigh as she tried to brush past me, Putin wagging his tail and no trouble at all. As she started to walk away, going the way I needed to return to the van, I was pissed off that she called me a scruff and a rapist. As she got a few yards ahead of me, I found I was mesmerised by the white wiry leg appearing full length with each step and the partial sight of her buttock encased in some grubby looking material.

Instinctively I tensed my cock, which had been at full length and a solid, hard, nine inches before I was disturbed. My mind tried to think the last time I had had a shag and realised I couldn't remember. The serial wanking I had to do while on the road, could never substitute a good proper fuck, but in my state I knew I wasn't going to get many offers, so when I could I had to take. An idea within a red mist flooded my brain and I quickly closed in one her, and covered her mouth with one hand while bodily lifting her and carried her kicking wildly into the van. The dog just followed, wagging its tail.

Inside, as I tried to manhandle her struggling body her head bent forward and she tried to bite my hand, so I clattered her face with the back of my hand. I stuffed a rag into her spittle fuming gob, although one tiny start of a scream did escape, but I was confident no one would hear. I flung her roughly onto the old sofa which I used for a bed over the last four days making her specs go flying and her hat fell off. As she tried to get up, I thrust a knee onto her belly and wrenched her blouse off which wasn't difficult as it was well torn anyway. Her hands pummelled me, as I stared at her flabby empty white tits, which wobbled side to side, the teats although quite large, were also droopy and looked as if they were trying to invert into the wrinkled, pale areolae on the flat sad bags that were her tits. I pulled them cruelly and she winced, but no sound came from her of course.

My knee transferred up to her chest and I ripped her skirt away, to expose the grubby and baggy pair of probably once white cotton knickers. Swiftly I stood and dropped my jeans, letting her scramble upwards, but barring her way to the door. As she tried to take the gag out, I stuffed it back in and banged her back to the sofa again. My cock was half hard already, adrenaline coursing as I easily manhandled her frail but wiry torso, while pulling off her underwear. There was a strong smell by now and I realised it was from her crotch as I gazed at her wrinkled belly.

I spotted she had nearly removed the gag and went to replace it, then an evil idea entered my feverish brain. I replaced the rag with her smelly piss sodden knickers and dug into the bag I carry odds and sods with and found the roll of Duct tape. I bound her mouth shut with it and then both of her wrists behind her, by flipping her onto her belly.

Now while she was still kicking and writhing, I had the rear view of her, showing me the bones of her spine and the formation of her hips. The flat almost lifeless shapes of her buttocks were halved by a dark slit and I fingered into it with both hands, releasing more of the odour now pervading the van.

God! She stunk to high heaven and it wasn't a fart either. Her arsehole was a mess of muscles and membrane, probably a prolapse and crudely I stuck a finger straight into the sticky centre, feeling her body stiffen and try to arch upwards. Fully inserted, my finger twisted inside her shitter until I pulled it out, it was surprisingly clean, intending to smear it round her nose, but didn't bother and flipped her over, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. My dick was solid and menacing and I levered upwards to show her it's prodigious size. Her eyes goggled outwards until I moved further up her and let it slide over her now terrified face, my heavy hanging balls over her nose and eyes until I moved back down to her crotch.

She had obviously been quite hairy once, judging by the wide spread of thin grey wisps on her bony mound. I examined her stinking cunt, it was merely a flabby slit in a vee pouch of tired crepe textured flesh. Should I have a lick first, I asked myself. I do like to eat cunt, but the stench from this one put me off and I wanted a fuck.

I lowered my frame and aimed my stiffy at her snatch. With one thrust I entered about four inches, feeling her body tense and stiffen. Her eyes showed pain. As I pulled out a bit, I could see she wasn't moist, hence the painful expression, but so fucking what? I banged in again and started to shag the old cow as I would a young calf, gaining full depth in a couple of strokes. She had shut her eyes tightly, whether not to see me leering over her or in agony at the brutal invasion up her fanny which probably hadn't had a cock in it for years.

I came in about two hard shoving minutes and unloading a big dump of cum high up her spent and useless vagina. I lay on her without taking my weight, panting and heaving letting my softening cock soak in the mire of her old pussy, now slick with a large amount of slimy jism. Her arms and hands were uncomfortable under my belly and I rolled off her to the back of the sofa and pushed her, watching her bag of bones body jar to the floor to give myself some room. The dog which had soon curled up and gone to sleep, trotted to her and licked her face and then sniffed round her tits and finally homed in on the foul odour that was wafting up from her crotch. It tried to lick her cunt, but she had the presence of mind to jam her legs tightly together. It sniffed her some more and then went back to a corner and dozed off again. I taped her legs together and took a nap too.

It was about an hour later when I woke and all was quiet, just as I'd left dog and woman. Lazily, I leaned over the edge of the sofa to look at her, dropping my hand and nipping her left teat. She jumped, so I nipped the other one harder. I slid my hand between her clamped thighs, finding a very greasy place where my cum had leaked out of her slack old gash. I felt her body tense as I dug my fingers in and then I thought I would give her a treat and rubbed my sticky fingers round her nose, while she tried in vain to twist and turn her head away from my humiliation.

As usual when I wake up, I have a full erection and I played with for a while, musing my next move. I was intending to leave this little haven this evening anyway, under cover of darkness, but that was some hours yet, although I wanted to get to a small supermarket or local food shop and see what they had deposited in the waste bin, usually good eating to be found on past-sell-by date goods.

Still randy as hell and having got a taste of sex since a long time without, I eased off the sofa and hoisted my victim onto it. Her eyes were empty, although she was obviously uncomfortable, so I undid her legs and wrists and she just lay there, staring at me, without seeing I guessed, rubbing her wrists, until I re-taped them in front of her this time. Her mouth and cheeks bulged full with dirty old knickers under the duct tape, but I left her gagged. I played with her sad little paps, guessing they would never have been big boobs anyway, lifting them as high as they would stretch by pulling on her nipples then letting them slap down and and settled with hardly a quiver, such was their emptiness. I loomed over her, my erection waving over her face, my balls stroking her cheeks and eyes and then I flipped her over but placing her knees on the floor so she was bent on the sofa.

Maybe she guessed what was coming, as she had her legs clamped together, but it was easy to force them apart and stick my feet in between them, at the same time fingering her arse crack and smearing the sticky mess from her cunt through her crotch. Her head rose from the sofa and shook as if pleading but I wasn't listening to her silent protests, shuffling forward on my knees and hoisting her hips upwards to align with my very hard and vertical cock.

The dog woke, stretched and wandered to my side, wagging its tail and sniffing at my arse then my cock and balls and I let it, it was a nice feeling as it started to lick. Then it got wind if that's right word for it of the unholy stink wafting up from her crotch and it stuck its cold wet nose where I had intended to fuck her. It licked a few times, then sauntered off, so I thrust my cock against her pooper, having to hold it horizontal and barged in. Her body jolted as my knob and two inches gained a tight entry into the gnarled mass of her bulging, purple tinted sphincter. It was wet enough, but for certainty I smeared some more slop up from her saggy quim round my shaft and then shunted once more. I got six inches in and rested – oh maybe half a second ha ha and then gave her the rest. There were obstructions of sorts, maybe turds, maybe collapsed rectal innards but so fucking what, was my mantra.

The old cow had cursed me, kicked and tried to bite me as well as calling me a scruffy rapist, so I called her bluff and raped her for the second time, but this time a full on blasting anal rape she wouldn't forget. My dick was brown stained on each exit, but I hadn't fucked an arsehole for a longtime, in fact since that fat barmaid on her periods in Portsmouth, when I got off the ferry from France. I fucked on and on, loving the tightness against the slackness of her cunt, ravaging her bum with each massive stroke of my rampant tool. The surrounds of her sphincter looked even more discoloured and misshapen with each thrust and pull, but I neared and reached the second climax in a couple of hours and that was following the wank I had pleasured myself with in the morning.

I pulled out immediately with a loud plop and the dark hole I had formed remained dark and open and then a loud wet and extremely smelly fart burst from its mass of wrinkled veins, protruding membranes and loose muscle, watching it gradually close up. I saw her body trembling as I eased upwards, letting the wet brown sticky drops of our joint liquids dribble off my softening knob onto her buttocks and back. I flipped her over and saw she was crying. I cradled her head as if to comfort her, then I squatted over her face and ripped off the tape and unstuffed her mouth, holding her jaw open and letting my sticky dripping knob dangle and rub her lips and nostrils, shaming her completely.

I wiped my cock with her baggy old knickers and then gave her it. Meekly she took it and just lay there panting, weeping and holding the self soiled under garment. I had destroyed her by the looks of things, as there was no retaliation, no words – nothing. I sat back and watched the sorry old cow curl her legs and glare at me with a little obvious venom but nothing like as sharp as our first encounter amongst the undergrowth.

Undoing the tape on her wrists met with no fighting, scratching or biting, merely some stretching and rubbing. Carefully I dressed, giving my cock another rub over with some wet rags using the bucket I had collected some stream water in. She remained supine and quiet all the time, the dog wandered to her and she cuddled it. I had to make a decision, knowing I had to leave and get on with my travels. I packed my bags and got them ready to hang on the bicycle hidden behind the van, making sure I had left nothing inside.

I dealt with her and left.

Three weeks later, I was using free internet in a library, about one hundred miles away and happened on a news item.

ANOTHER BAG LADY FOUND RAPED AND MURDERED

Police have declared they think a serial rapist/murderer is at large in the south of England following the gruesome discovery within two weeks of a third body. The elderly woman, found by a couple walking their dog, is believed to be in her early 70s and was found near a stream, partly clothed, the body of a large black dog nearby.The body was found in remote woodland near Denmead This street person was well known in the area and famous for offering friendly advice to anyone in her vicinity.

The first victim, in an advanced decomposed state and disabled by only having one arm was found on heathland near a popular walking area riddled with trails in the Petersfield district and has yet to be identified. The latest victim and dog however was known to the police.

In a derelict block of four storey flats in Leigh Park estate, the second victim was found by youths, who admitted they had gone inside to do some drugs. This female is still unidentified. She was believed to be in her 60s, heavy set, of mixed race.

Police are warning single women of all ages to be ultra careful of walking alone in remote rural areas, but particularly if they are what the police describe as ladies of the road.

If anyone knows anything about the above crimes or circumstances and may have witnessed some unusual activities they are asked to call 101 or visit their local police station.

Hmm! My experience was still undetected then. I had left her and the dog in the caravan, not locking it, but I knew it was unlikely it would be discovered for some time as nobody had come near the place while I was holed up there.