Message-ID: <12181eli$9806151505@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12181.txt> From: Past His Prime <phprime@yahoo.com> Subject: RAPIST'S LAMENT (No explicit sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980614223610.11933.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> RAPIST'S LAMENT (no explicit sex) By PH Prime "She screamed when I took her. A terrible sound. But I didn't care. God, what a body she had! She tempted me with it, flaunted it in front of my eyes. Well, I had to take her. I had too! But her screaming!" He looked at the speaker, a bald-headed, misshapen form of manhood. He knew the type by heart — a loser. He'd always been surrounded by losers. This wretch hadn't stopped babbling since they brought him in, early that day. "She pleaded with me. No, don't, please! You're hurting me! Well, how did she think I felt all those times she'd parade in front of me in her skimpy underthings. Taunting me! No, it was too late for pleas of mercy. I was too wound up. I had to have her! But I hadn't counted on the screaming. God, I didn't know she could scream so much! There she goes again! Asking me to stop! Tell her I can't stop, will you? I did stop. I didn't mean it. Honest. If I knew it would end this way, I wouldn't have let it start. "She lorded it over me, you know. She knew what her sexy walk was doing to me, bending in front of me and showing me her tight little ass in the silk panties. Daring me to touch, to feel. Day after day, until it became too much. I couldn't take any more. Jesus, I got so annoyed that I took her. Took her by force! I had to teach her, you see. You do understand?" His head was reeling. This conversation kept going around and around in his head. The justification for the action. The talking, talking, talking giving him a splitting headache. But the drone kept on and on and on — steady and endless, on and on. "If only she hadn't tried to scratch my eyes out. That's what she did. I had her down. I could feel her silky breasts on my chest, I could taste her hot breath on my mouth and then she tried to scratch me! That's when I got mad. That's when I decided to fix her. Fix her but good!" It can't be happening, he thought. It is just a dream. Close your eyes and it will go away. But no, there it is. A singular drone that slices through the mind's barrier. That drone again. Steady as a clock ... on and on ... endless. Please! Somebody, turn it off! Please! "I hit her hard. That's what I did. And I took her panty hose — you tired or something? I mean, you have your eyes closed — yeah, well, I took her panty hose and ripped it in two and tied her hands behind her with one half. She struggled but I sort of liked it, the feel of her soft body against mine. It made me more determined to have her. I tore off what was left of her dress. She was naked now but still fighting me. She was screaming, calling me bad names. But I kept doing what I had to do. I was on fire now. I couldn't stop. But when I entered her, she started pleading with me to stop. Screaming at me to stop. Like she is doing now! Tell her I have stopped! Tell her. Tell her I was afraid her screaming would get us in trouble, that's why I put the other part of the panty hose around her neck. I told her to be quiet but her mouth kept spewing out sounds like a siren, calling for help. I tightened it around her skinny neck — amazing that such a small neck could hold such a large voice box." Oh God, won't somebody turn off the talking? he asked. Steady talking now for — let's see — Oh God, it seemed like forever. And still his voice droned on and on. Steady as clockwork: on and on. Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! he shrieked. But he could not break the droning. "She kept screaming even though her eyes began bugging and her face turned purple. She was flopping around and I was riding her and I couldn't stop myself. I felt the explosion coming. Then, she slumped over and was still. Peace! Peace at last, I thought. But then she started screaming again. Even after she was gone and they brought me here, her screaming continued. Like now. Please, somebody, make her stop!" Then give me peace, his soul begged as the sound crashed against his ears as the pounding seas crash against the rocks. "But she won't stop sccreaming. Even now I still hear her. She keeps asking, 'Why did you do that to me?' As if she didn't remember all the temptations she put in my path. She knew. She knows so please tell her to shut up." His eyes focused on the wretched being facing him. My God! He could be taken for my twin, he thought. And still the drone kept on and on. Not making sense now, though never making sense, yet going on and on and on. Steady as a clock, Almost like a water torture: drip, drip, drip. Only this was an endless babbling in his ears, throbbing in his temples until his whole body ached with the pain. "I thought death would stop her but no. She kept on. Her mouth refused to stop, I can see it now. I can hear it now! And out the words tumble, one after another, accusing me. I didn't mean to kill her! Do you hear me? I didn't mean to kill her. I only wanted to love her. I told them that, but they wouldn't listen to me. They hear her screaming and accusing me. That's who they hear. They won't listen to me. "Poor me! Here I am, not even able to get away from her voice. If I stop talking, know what happens? She starts. On and on she'll go. Accusing me. That's why I can't stop talking." Oh, God, why me? Why must I bear the burden of this man's guilt? Spare me the details! Turn off his voice. Please, please stop, I can't stand any more. Please stop. Please! Please! Please! I'll kill him if someone doesn't stop him. Stop! Stop! Stop! "Here she is again. She's threatening. Stop talking. I didn't do it. Don't accuse me. Listen to me! Stop, stop, I implore you to stop. Stop mouth! Shut up mouth! I'll kill you, mouth! Mouth! Mouth!" Silence — what was it like? What is it like to sink into the deep depts of your mind, where only your own peaceful thoughts can penetrate? Desist, foul mouth, with your senseless babble. Yes, that's right, be firm, Stop it now. Silence! Quiet! But the voice interrupted and droned on and on. "I can't stand it any more. I'm going crazy, Talk, talk, talk. I can't take it any more. Shut her mouth. Please stop her talking. I order you to stop talking!" It's got to stop, he agreed, looking at the man's throat, pale under a red face but soft and inviting. I'll kill him, he thought. Wrap this shirt around his neck. Ah, there is peace, coming slowly in the darkness ... quietness is settling over the room. At last, real peace. —————————— The doctor looked down at the body, before they wheeled it away. The forty-year old man looked at rest now. He had been brought in for questioning in the rape-murder of his wife's stepdaughter. He denied killing the voluptous woman. So they left him here in the interview room by himself. He had been looking at himself in the mirror when he must have taken off his shirt and strangled himself, the doctor thought as they took the body away. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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