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 TRUE STORY rape snuff M/f

   Based on a actual case in New York about twenty years ago



   She was nameless.  Slut, cunt, whore, cocksucker, bitch, and other
epitaphs passed for names whenever he wished to call her something.  She
had run away from home when she was younger.  Her father had left years ago
and was but a dim and distant memory.  Her mother had gone through a long
list of boyfriends with each one a little worse than the last.  She had
left when the last one showed a very keen interest in her developing body.
She woke one night with his hands on her body and his beer breath on her
face.  Appeals to her mother were useless and she had left before he had a
second chance.  She traveled to the city but never really had a chance.

   He had found her in the bus station and his offer of food and a chance
to clean up seemed to be both safe and sincere.  He wore a small cross on
his lapel and the dark suit was clean and very respectable.  He spoke of
his mission to help girls like her as she ate the fast food burgers and
fries.  Having made her decision to trust him she threw her small bag into
the trunk of his Buick and sat waiting to be taken to a safe place.  How
she wished now that she had chosen a different path.  The seat belt locked
her in and the door would not open for her.  She struggled and pleaded as
the car drove up to the mountains until he finally tired of her noise and
had backhanded her face hard enough to stun her into silence.  She was
still sobbing as the car bumped and rocked down the narrow dirt track that
led to the small hidden cabin.

   Handcuffs and a blindfold ensured her cooperation as he led her up the
steps and the door closed on her past life forever.  Her virgin's blood
stained the sheets that night and her life became one of pleasing his
sexual demands whenever and however he wished.  She had no say at all in
anything.  She ate when and what he offered.  She used the bucket that was
her toilet when he allowed.  The only times she was allowed out of the tiny
cell hidden under the cabin was to satisfy his urges.  The sight of the sun
and sky was dimmed by the ropes that held her tied to a tree or to stakes
in the ground.  She learned more about sadism and weird sexual practices
than any girl should ever know.  He would leave from time to time and she
would live in her dark cell, smelling the rancid shit bucket and gagging
down the stale food and foul water left to sustain her.  Each time the food
and water ran out before he returned leaving her to sit in the almost dark
wondering if he ever would come for her.  When he did come she would be
subjected to a long bout of demanding service as he used her young body. 
She never became inured to having him use her as he did and each fresh rape
left her drained and soul sick.  She began to think of ending her life but
could find no way to do it.  A desperate attack on him in the hope that he
would kill her only led to extreme pain and suffering and an increase in
his precautions.

   Then one day she was taken to the car and after a stern warning not to
try anything was told that he was tired of her and they were going to take
a drive.  Somewhere on the trip he would free her from her slavery if she
behaved.  Hope warred with disbelief as she watched the country pass by. 
At the end of a long days drive he hid the car in some bushes and allowed
her to tend to her needs before securing her in the trunk for the night. 
She woke to the sound of the lid opening and the morning started with his
almost bored rape of her ass.  The day's drive brought them to a lonesome
field, covered with the weeds and wildflowers that a follow field grows in
the long days of summer.  It was almost dark when he stopped and they got
out.  She shook in fear of what he might do when he ordered her to strip
there by the side of the road.  As she stood there with her young body
shadowed in the day's last light she expected some form of death to strike.
After all why else would he bring her here and strip her?  Relived when he
handed her a roll of older clothes she dressed in the faded jeans and the
tee shirt.  She noted the cute flowers printed on the front of the shirt,
it had been so long since she had had anything cute or pretty.  A wave of
his hand indicated to closest house and at his order she turned and walked
away from the road as he returned to the car.

   She was free!  Or was she, she dared not disobey his order not to look
back.  Was he still planning something that would dash her newfound hopes?
She started to run.  It was almost dark and if she could make it to the
woods just ahead he would never find her.  The cheap sneakers flew over the
uneven ground as she ran for her life.  She never saw the flash or heard
the report.

   The .38 slug hit her high and to one side of her back.  The impact drove
the breath from her chest and flung her slight body forward to slam on the
sun dried ground.  As she lay with the smell of blood mixed with the green
grass and wildflowers in her nose she heard the footsteps and the brushing
of weeds approaching.  She turned her head to look but could only see a
tall shadow holding something in its hand.  The hand pointed at her as she
closed her eyes and turned her face to the earth.  A flash and a gunshot
and the explosion of light and stars just before blackness as the second
bullet crashed into the back of her skull.

   Her body was discovered a day or two later.  A long intense
investigation followed but there was nothing ever found.  The cops in
charge never gave up and every year on the date of her discovery her
picture is sent out on the news wires in the hope that at least a name
could be placed on her grave.  She is still nameless and her murderer is
still out there.