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 GOOD OLD DAYS

   Rape, snuff

   The golden years were from the twenties through the late sixties or
early seventies I would say.  The country was still made up of a lot of
small towns and open spaces.  The cops were not as connected as they are
today.  Once you crossed a line into somebody else's area it was most
likely a new game.  You could make the grab move to another county or state
to do the dirty work and then go home to a third place.  Most of the time
the cops didn't bother talking to their neighbors so if the body was found
it was likely she was left as a Jane Doe.  You know that if the body never
gets identified it's pretty hard to solve the crime so that was a plus.  A
lot of places just had a sheriff and a couple of deputies to cover a whole
county.  This lack of manpower and the fact that a lot of them were Barney
Fifes allowed for a lot of unsolved crimes.

   Until after the war most country cop cars didn't have radio so there was
no way to check a person or car out right on the spot and until the sixties
most such things were done by hand via a call to central records.  Since
most records were only open during the day a good set of phony papers was
likely to pass.  One side effect of this was that if you really needed to
you could take out a cop and be long gone before anybody noticed and
without leaving too much behind.  Still a risk but doable.

   There were no medical examiners, instead there was a local coroner who
usually was some old doc that was likely to latch onto the easiest answer
and could be counted on to miss a lot.  Fingerprints had to be compared one
at a time by hand, it often took months to check a print and many were not
in a central place.  DNA, forget it, the best that could be done was blood
typing.  No crime labs either, no CSIs, and forensics was just a word in
most places.  No computers, no mobile data terminals in cars, no common
radio channels, no picture ID, and thus no quick way to check out things or
to talk to a different dept.

   Then there was the trusting attitude people had.  Hitching was common
and a gentleman would offer a ride to a lady and most of the time she would
accept even if they were strangers.  Nobody locked a door.  Keys were often
left in the car.  People were just starting to get mobile enough that
having runaways was becoming common.  All in all it was a good time to
operate.

   I am a second-generation rapist / sex killer.  I know that seems odd but
let me explain.  My mom died when I was born so it was just pop and me.  We
moved a lot and always lived in out of the way houses.  Dad was often gone
at strange times and sometimes I didn't see him for a day or two.  I didn't
think anything about it, it was just the way things had always been. 
Everything changed one day when I was about thirteen.  The teacher got real
sick and had to go home so school got out early.  When I got home the car
was there.  I heard noises in the barn and checked it out.

   Perhaps I should mention that dad was a photographer and had his own
darkroom.  Back then it was fairly easy to develop your own black and white
film and I learned how quite young.  One day as I was snooping around as
boy will do I found a box filled with pictures of naked ladies tied up in
different positions.  All of a sudden I could see everything I had been
wondering about.  Since the negatives were there I managed to make a few
copies of some of the better ones and I spent a lot of time jerking off as
I looked at them.

   So when I looked in the barn and saw that dad had some lady tied up bent
over a stall wall and naked I was not so shocked.  Still I figured he did
not want to be bothered so I kinda hid and watched.  I knew enough so I was
not surprised when he fucked her but I was not prepared for when he stuck
his prick in her asshole.  At first it seemed real dirty but then I
realized pop was really enjoying it.  She sure wasn't cause she was
screaming and begging a lot but pop just kept on.  When it seemed he was
about ready to pop he did something I never dreamed of.  With a smooth
motion he looped a cord around her neck and pulled it tight.  Right there
before my eyes I watched as my dad strangled a naked lady to death as he
came in her ass.  It was the most powerful thing that ever happened to me.
I just had to pull out my woody and start jerking off.  I was so busy that
I missed dad seeing me.  When I was done he was standing over me with this
odd look on his face.

   I had known for some time that dad did not have a regular job.  He was
what folks called a crook and made money doing things that were illegal but
I never thought he ever killed anybody.  I ended up helping him bury the
body and we had a real long talk.  That was the day my training and career
started.  I learned a lot of ways to make money without too much work and I
learned how to rape and kill.  I came to enjoy the feel of a dying cunt or
ass moving around my cock as I came and I learned to love the power such
things gave me.  From then on we often worked together.  Perhaps the
ultimate father son bonding.

   There was this one time I remember because it was the first time we ever
took two.  It was during the war.  I was too young to fight and pop was too
old.  We were making a lot of money on the black market and hijackings and
were having good luck with the ladies.  There were not too many men around
and with gas rationing not very many people drove much.  We offered this
woman and her daughter a ride see and of course it turned out badly for
them.  They ended up out in the woods with us and still remember the
feeling of my dick shattering her hymen while her mother screamed as she
watched.  We spent most all day and all night with them two.  By the time
morning came neither pop nor I could even get it up anymore.  Hell I was
about rubbed raw and I thing he was about the same.  They got to watch as
we dug a grave and then we hung them one at a time, daughter first.  It was
quite a sight, two naked and still twitching bodies hanging in the morning
light.  Made me wish I wasn't so done in.  I'd have loved to have one last
go at the daughter.

   We must have done a couple of hundred women over the years we worked
together, maybe more, I never kept count.  The youngest I remember was
about ten but she got it only because we grabbed her mother and older
sisters and she came along for the ride.  We had them for almost a week out
at this old farm we were using at the time.  Four at once was our record
and as things worked out we decided it was just too much work and risk so
we never did it again.  Still she was nice and tight and a lot of fun but I
preferred them a little older.  I like to have tits to play with.  The
oldest was perhaps sixty five and that was another case of being with
another woman and being brought along for the ride.  It all worked out OK
because dad was getting up there and she was not that much older that he
was.  I kidded him a lot about it for a while.  Looking back she was pretty
well preserved and not bad looking.

   We never came close to getting caught and we never lost one after we got
her in our hands.  We had a few get away at the last second for one reason
or another but as far as I know none ever went to the cops.  For sure we
were never asked about any missing women and there were only a few that we
ever heard about being found.  I've still got pictures of them all.  We
always took shots for the scrapbook and there are several hundred pictures
in it.  Someday maybe I'll go through it and try to figure out just how
many we did.  Might be interesting.

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