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 TRUE STORY 2 rape snuff M/f

   Based on a real crime from the 60s.  All true except for details



   It was 1962 and she was 14, a freshman in a nice quiet suburban town
where nothing bad ever seemed to happen.  Late spring and there, were birds
singing and the sun was shining.  She took the old familiar short cut
through the woods to her house as she walked home from school.  Normally
the trail held no horrors for her or her friends, they all used it daily
whenever the weather was good.  It was cool and green there, a small
private place where a girl could think or talk with her best friend.  The
brush hid the nearby gravel pit and muted the sounds of the workmen as they
built more of the new houses that were added to the neighborhood every
year. She was no more than a few hundred yards from roads and houses but
today she was in a jungle and a predator was sharing the brush with her.

   He was a landscaper working on one of the houses being built and he had
noticed her as she walked home with her friends.  She was pretty, kind of
tall and coltish, long hair, her body just making the transition to
womanhood.  Today he noticed she was alone and he had moved his jeep to the
backyard of the house and hidden alongside of the trail.

   Hands grabbed her from behind, one over her mouth and the other around
her slim neck.  Her books and papers scattered as her hands reached up in a
defensive that was to prove useless.  The long legs kicked and scrambled as
she was dragged backwards into the brush.  His strength was too much for
her to counter, he handled her effortlessly as her clothes were stripped
from her body.  Blows silenced her feeble struggles and cries.  His body
covered her as he brutally entered her virgin places.  Legs fluttered like
a dying butterfly while he pounded her thin frame.  Hands around her throat
tightened their grip and suddenly she was fighting for her life.  Her nude
body bucked and twisted under his twin assaults without making the
slightest difference in the outcome.  All she managed to do was to drive
him to even stronger measures and increase his feeling of power.  This
little cunt was his and he used her.  Used her to death.  So enthralled
with his actions and feelings that he never noticed when she stopped
fighting, stopped moving, even stopped breathing.  He satisfied himself and
lay there on her panting from the experience before her departure was
noted. Uncaring he finished with his recovery before carrying her light
body to his orange jeep.  Returning to the scene of her death he picked up
everything that had been hers and piled it all on top of her cooling body.
Covering her with brush he then drove down an old trail to the edge of the
unused gravel pit and dumped her and remains of her life in the cold water
and covered it all with the brush much as a jungle scavenger might.

   The hue and cry when she was missed led to her discovery in short order.
Two boys about her age stood nearby and watched as her floating body was
found and lifted from the water.  It was the first time that either one of
them had seen a naked girl and the sight of her slim body and small breasts
would remain with them for their whole lives.