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 THE NASTY BASTARD ON AIRPOWER







   Hi kid, see you came back again.  You know I was thinking about when I
flew.  I was a pilot in the big war, betcha didn't know that did you.  Well
I kept flying and used my plane for hunting.  Do you remember that guy up
in Alaska that used to pick up broads and take them on one way plane trips.
He'd grab some gal and go back in the bush with her.  Land on a gravel bar
or something, rape her, play a few games , and then either let her escape
or give her a head start.  Followed her until he got a shot, put her down
and just left her for the critters.  Fun but dangerous, cops found some of
the bodies and other stuff.  Guy's in the slammer now, dumb, just dumb. 
Look kid, I know you claim not to be a hunter but I still think that you
got the look, listen up for a bit.  Cops really need a few things before
you got problems.  They need to know that a crime has been committed, a
body although guys have gone down without one but that's real rare, got to
have a suspect, bunch of other stuff too but the first three are the
biggies.  Lets look a each one.  No crime no cops, sounds simple, how's
that work out for real.  Nobody sees you acquire your latest toy so the
cops don't ever get called until somebody notices that she's gone.  Well
missing broads don't cause a whole lot of concern unless a bunch of them go
missing.  One or two and nobody works up a sweat.  Even if somebody decides
to make a case out of some broad who hasn't been seen in a while there is
not much they can do unless her body turns up and gets identified.  Even
then if the cause of death can't be determined if hard to make a case. 
Last, unless somebody or something links you to her your still clear.  You
got to watch out for the little stuff and don't do nothing dumb like grab
some neighbor or a chick you had a fight with.  The cops always look for
somebody who knows the victim first.  So what's all this mean.  Do
everything you can to cover the fact that some one has been taken, be
quiet, sneak in, make the grab and get out without anybody noticing.  Try
not to take one that will be missed right away.  Try to hide the body so it
never shows up.  Deep water, swamps, buried in a real private spot, things
like that.  You would be amazed where people wander so some great looking
places may not be so hot.  Any body just dumped will be found, count on it.
Some hunter or dog walker, or camper, or just some guy takin a piss will
stumble across it sooner or later.  If you use water go deep and use a lot
more weight than you think is really necessary, slit the belly open so it
won't bloat and float.  Strip the corpse, don't leave anything at all on or
around it.  Get rid of all her stuff far away from anyplace you were with
her or you normally go or destroy it completely.  Damn cops are real good
at putting little things together so don't give them anything.  Last, be
real careful about anything that can link you to the girl.  Try not to be
seen together, no phone calls, no noisy pickups, sneak in make the grab and
sneak out with her.  Yah I know it's not always possible to do it perfectly
but any little thing can bite you in the ass so be as careful as you can.
Guys today got it tougher than I did.  Back when I was hunting didn't have
to worry about DNA or ground penetrating radar.  No computer links, hell
the cops rarely talked to the next door cops let alone the ones across the
country.  No sharp college boys going over everything and taking stuff
apart.  Autopsies were done by some country doc who missed more then he
found.  I tell you those were the good times.

   Anyway I was going to tell you about using my plane.  I spent a lot of
time and money scouting things out.  I looked for the best places to hunt
and where I could safely land.  Hell, I even used to rent choppers to land
and check out a landing spot for later use.  Used to be a lot of places way
back in the wilds where nobody went much.  Spots forty or fifty miles from
a road, rough country, woods, what have you.  My usual plan was to make the
pick up, fly to the playpen, then dump the body in a third spot.  And I do
mean dump, I had a sort of a bomb rack on the old Cessna tail dragger.  I'd
wrap and cut and weight the corpse as was required, load it onto the rack
and fly over the dump and bombs away.  Tried to do it at night whenever I
could but often it was light.  Still being way out in the boonies and not
coming down until I was ready to dump made it safe enough.

   How'd I get the girls in the plane without anybody noticing?  Easy ,
most of the time they c climbed in on their own, happy to have a ride in a
plane.  Lot of the old small airports used to be deserted by nighttime, had
what was called line cars, old junkers kept for the use of visiting pilots,
left on the field with the keys in.  Land late and go visit some bar or
something until some broad squeals "oh yes, I'd love to go for a ride" or
something along those lines.  Off into the wild blue and she's just gone
forever.  Used to carry a bottle of booze that was mickied for passengers,
that and a phony warning light so we would have to make an emergency
landing.  Never had any trouble and I don't think any of them were ever
found either.  Didn't hurt that I was a rich playboy that was always
wandering around.  I paid cash for everything and no one kept much in the
way of records.  Even if the cops got the idea that their missing girl flew
away what could they find out?  "yah, she flew out of here with some guy in
a Cessna.  Never seen him or the plane before.  No, I didn't pay any
attention to the tail number, guy just filled up and paid cash.  Sorry I
can't help you with more officer." Never carried much for tools or toys
that wasn't for the plane.  Just stuff that would be in a survival pack. 
Had long range tanks and full IFR panel so I had a lot of options.  Like I
said plan for anything and everything and then have fun.

   Grabbed this one starry eyed girl out of some small burg just outside of
LA once.  Thought that since I had a plane I must be a big shot movie type.
Had her tits out before we even got off the ground.  Awkward as hell and
scared to death but determined not to blow her big chance.  If I'd asked
her to jump out of the plane without a parachute I think she would have if
I'd promised her a movie part first.  Real nice body but dumber than a
stump.  When we landed up in the mountains she acted like she knew all
about casting couch interviews and was spreading the blanket and herself
before I could finish with the plane.  Five minutes later it was clear that
she didn't have a clue about sex, I doubt she had even seen a hard cock
before.  I stopped her and we just talked for a while before she admitted
to being a virgin and knowing nothing about what she was trying to do.  Now
what do I do, play along and see what happens or tell the truth about her
future or lack of one and enjoy her terror.  Stay with what you know I
always say so I fessed up about not having anything to do with movies.  She
got upset to think that she was naked with some guy who couldn't do her a
bit of good.  Got even more upset when I explained my plans for her, didn't
much like the idea of being raped and tortured and killed for my enjoyment.


   We started out with a simple rape with her tied, her hands to pegs in
the ground and her feet to the lower branches of a handy tree.  I like that
position a lot, so what if you can't get at her back, all the good stuff is
displayed right there in the open and ready to use.  Turned out that she
was virgin, you never know until you plug in.  Tighter than hell and
screamed like she was being killed when her hymen broke.  The first time
for me is just to knock off my edge, wham bam and over.  I'll come back and
take my time later when things get serious.  Maybe in her ass or mouth but
I will always be back for more.  This one got raped and then had her large
tits whipped.  I really cut them up with a long whippy birch branch, got
her cunt with a few strokes too.  Just to convince her things were serious
I slashed her across the face a couple of times.  Took out an eye by
accident as well as opened a nice long gash down one cheek.  Really the eye
was an accident but it worked out well anyway.  Now she believed me about
my plans and knew there was nothing for her except pain and death.  The
next rape I used both her holes, a few strokes in the pussy then down to
the back door for some then back up top and so on.  I find it keeps a girl
confused and unsure of what will happen next.  Besides I can keep it up
until I get too tired to continue.  Gave it to her for over an hour before
I blew my wad in her asshole.  Her big rack just begged for attention so my
next idea was to noose each tit and lift her body clear of the ground by
her tits.  She watched as her pride and joys turned blue and lose feeling
and of course I offered helpful comments about having to have then cut off
even if she lived.  I built a nice small fire nearby and dropped hot rocks
and coals onto various parts of her body as she hung screaming.  Got
excited and fucked her again but this time I ended with my dick in her
mouth.  Now that I'd had her in all three holes I got serious.  She lost
fingers and toes to my cutting pliers and had the stumps burned to stop the
bleeding.  I stuck a red hot nail up her little piss hole and pushed a wire
up both her cunt and her ass until it punctured her internal organs.  She
was dead right then but just didn't know it yet.  By morning she would
figure it out if I let her live that long, I still wasn't sure about what I
wanted to do to her.  At least she had shut up with all the screaming and
carrying on.  She just watched me with her one good eye and moaned or
whimpered when I did something to her.  Now and then she would beg and
plead but instead of asking for mercy or freedom or for me to not do it she
was now asking for an end.  Any end, walk away and leave her or just death
or anything else that would make it stop.  By dawn she was getting in bad
shape and I figured it was time to go.  I trimmed a small tree nearby and
sharpened the top to a rough point.  Dropping her to the ground I placed a
noose around her neck and a loop of rope under her arms.  She was hoisted
up and sat down on the point of the trimmed tree until it was supporting
her weight.  By this time it was stuck about six inches into her asshole
and she had found her voice again.  Her feet were still about a foot and a
half off the ground as I tied lops around her wrists and pulled then over
her head.  I then took out the slack from the neck noose until she could
have hung freely without the pale in her but with it in her weight was
being supported by the wood in her ass.  Now she had a choice, she could
live quite a while as she was or if she got tired of having a tree jammed
up her ass she could use her arms to pull herself up and off it.  Of course
then she would be forced to hold herself up in a chin-up position or hang
by the neck but you can't have everything I guess.  My work was done and I
cleaned up and picked up the area.  I burned her things as she struggled
trying to hold herself from sliding down the tree.  I could see that soon
she would too weak to lift her off the pale so I tightened the neck rope a
bit.  I didn't want to blow the whole day watching her pole sit.  She
finally figured out that maybe hanging was a better was to go as she tried
to lift herself off the tree.  She just lacked a couple of inches of doing
it but there was no way she was going to be able to do it.  I offered to
help if she really wanted to hang and she managed to beg me to.  I
shortened her wrist ropes until they were carrying her weight and cut the
tree loose from it's roots.  A second cut left about three feet of it with
the sharp end still impaling her.  As she swung free I then loosened her
wrist ropes and let her hang from the neck noose.  At first she hung
quietly but that soon changed.  She gave me a very nice demonstration of
air dancing in spite of her injuries.  About half way through she managed
to kick the pale lose and as it fell out it pulled out about three feet of
her bowel with it.  I'd never seen that happen before and it was quite the
show, looked like she had three legs kicking as she hanged there.  Only a
few minutes later though she was done and hanging limply.  Too hurt and
tired to last long she had quit early and at last was free of her pain and
terror.  I found a hollow spot under some rocks nearby that she fit nicely
into, a few more rocks hid her forever.  A last check around and I was
gone. I kept an eye on the LA papers for a while but nothing was ever
written about her so she just joined the long list of used and forgotten
sluts.

   I had a deal with this mex guy, a smuggler.  Guy got paid to get
wetbacks into the states.  Met him when I was sailing around Baja.  He
wanted me to smuggle folks back for him.  We worked out a deal, I'd only do
females and I would not meet anyone in the states, they just got dropped
off in a safe spot and I'd make a call telling somebody where they were if
they were to be met.  My friend could have cared less what happened to them
once they were out of Mexico so I was free to dispose of them as I saw fit.
Got paid a grand a trip plus an extra five hundred each for any extra
passengers.  Hell I sure didn't need the money but it was good cover and
gave me a reason to make the trip.  The old fat slugs in the black dresses
made it ok as did most of the little girls.  There seemed to be a problem
with any good looking ones though.  Seems they tended to end up lost
somewhere.  Too bad, some of them were really fine and it was a shame that
they ran into bad luck or something.  I often wondered if old Pedro had any
idea of what I was up to.  I don't think he did but some of the things he
said every once in a while had me thinking about it.  That was the main
reason I quit making trips for him, I always trusted my gut feel and would
cut and run at the first sign of trouble.  I knew I wasn't smarter than
everyone else so I was always watching for any sign of trouble.  Back to
the wetbacks, as I remember I got maybe ten or twelve good ones.  About
half by air and the rest by boat.  The ones that came by water never made
it ashore, I used them up and dumped them before we ever saw land.  The
others at least made it to the states before they died and they got to stay
here.  The best one was a real cutie pie, small and compact, pretty as a
picture with a body that was going to be spectacular someday.  Tits that
were just big enough to fit under my hand and firm as an apple.  Cute
little ass and well shaped muscular legs.  Had just a bit of fuzz in the
right places and was very shy and quiet.  Wish I could have kept her
around, she was one of my all time favorites, on a scale of one to ten she
was a twelve.  We sat hidden in a box canyon for three days before I wore
her out and ruined her.  A long time for one of my toys to last.  I was so
sore that I could hardly piss by the time I discarded her, wore a couple
inches off my dick with her.  The best part was she was still awake and
knew what was coming when I killed her.  Cried and begged right up to the
time her guts fell out and I pulled her heart out with my hand.  I think
that those old injuns down in central america were on to something. 
Holding a beating heart in your hand as it's owner looks at it is a real
rush.  I've never seen that look any place else, too bad it only lasts a
second.  For a little bit of a thing she had the deepest cunt I ever found.
I mean I've got a fairly good piece of equipment and I can hit bottom with
most cunts but this kid just seemed to go on forever.  Tighter than your
fist around a check for a million bucks but deep.  God knows I tried to
find bottom but even the last time I took her the hardest and longest
strokes never found it.  Kid could have held a horse once she loosened up a
bit.  Her butt was so tight I only used it once, hurt me too much, never
seemed to loosen up no matter what I tried or what I greased her with.  By
the third day she was a mess, god only knows how she was still alive but
she was.  Lots of broken bones and wounds from whips and knives and bites.
Burns and brands, dislocations and places where her skin had been peeled
away.  I propped her up with two stakes under her armpits and zipped her
open from the cunt to her ribs.  Her guts fell out in a steaming pile on
top of her feet as I ripped the diaphragm away and pulled her heart out
with my bare hands.  She was looking down at the wreckage of her body and
her eyes followed it up as I lifted it level with her face and opened my
hand to let it rest there on my palm.  She died watching her heart beat as
it lay there.  Just great, I tried to do it again a few times but never
found another one that was strong enough to last until I had the heart in
front of her eyes, they always died before I could finish.  Just think what
it must be like to watch as some bastard pulls your heart out of your body.
For just a second you know that that you are dead and when your eyes close
they are never going to open again.  You have to know bone and soul deep
that he has just killed you and that there is nothing that can save you,
nothing.

   It was rare for me to pick up more than one at a time.  True, it is
easier to get two sometimes because they think there is safety in numbers
even though there isn't.  I just lacked time to do more than one most of
the time.  That and usually the second one was not up to my standards.  If
I was going to take the time to do a girl she was going to be worth it,
besides it was part of the fun to find a looker.  Plain girls are easy to
grab if for no other reason than there are so many of them. This one time I
had spotted a knockout redhead, built like a brick shithouse, green eyes,
tall, with a rack to die for.  Only problem was she had a girlfriend, this
short chunky mousy thing.  Kind of mannish with nothing about her to catch
your eye.  I figured them for lovers and planned my attack on that fact.

   Mission accomplished, got them both in the plane and they're both passed
out in the back seats.  By the time they came to the redhead was tied in my
usual fashion, spread with her feet up in the air and the mouse was tied to
a nearby tree.  Like I said I only rarely grabbed two and the only reason I
had this time was the redhead was such a good looker that I was willing to
put up with her girlfriend.  Turned out to be a good thing that the mouse
was along.  Every once in a while you run into somebody who just quits on
you.  Damned redhead was one of those that went somewhere else when things
got interesting.  I'd only raped her and played a few other opening games
when she dropped out on me.  It was as if she had died except she was still
breathing, nothing seemed to faze her.  Hell I even messed with her eyes
without getting any response from her, living dead is the best way to
describe what she had become.  I got so pissed I just hanged her and even
that she ignored, first time I ever hanged some bitch without getting a
dance out of her.  She just twitched and gurgled and wheezed.  Nothing else
until she pissed herself and finished dying.  I've had one or two quit on
me before but never like she did.  You never know how any one of them will
react until you get down to the dirty and the nasty with them.  So there
was, stuck with the mouse and lots of time left.  To tell the truth I was
getting tired of the mouth on her.  Man, she'd been on my case since she'd
woken up.  One long stream of crap about being unable to perform without
force and all the other bullshit putting men and me down as being all
rapists and about the only way I could get a woman.  Claimed that no man
would ever know her, she'd die first, fate worse than death, on and on and
on.

   Well I had something for mouse.  A jelly lube that I had picked up when
I was sailing.  Whoremasters in the orient used it to break in reluctant
virgins.  Work a little bit of the stuff into a cunt and wait.  Nothing at
first, then a burning that lasts for a few minutes, and after that a
itching that must be scratched.  Damn stuff will have any woman alive
begging for something, anything to be stuffed in to relieve the itching. 
Fingers just won't do it, takes something longer and bigger.  The effect
lasts about three hours but you do not want to stick your dick in until at
least one hour has passed.  Got to let the stuff soak in so you don't get a
dose, the guy I got it from told me about some dude that displeased someone
and had his pecker and balls coated with it.  Ended up castrating himself
to relieve the itch.  To make a long story short she was soon crawling on
the ground begging me to fuck her.  I hammered her ass while she demanded
that I move to the other hole.  Fuck her, I let her squirm as the jelly did
it's thing an I did mine.  Got to admit she gave me a great fuck.  After I
was done I kept giving her things to stuff into her box and some of them
were just not nice.  By the time the effects had worn off her cunt was a
bloody ruin and she had done the damage to herself.  What a pair they were,
one a weakling that checked out when things got tough and the other that
had no sex appeal at all.  Even at the height of her panicked self fucking
while she was laying nude in the dirt and ravaging herself with anything
that would fit she just did not project any sense of being female and
sexual.  Weird.  You would think the sight of some bitch masturbating with
a cactus would be sexy but not with this cunt.  Oh well, that's the way
things go sometimes.  Since I had zero interest in fucking her again I
decided to let her end it.  I got her tied nice and tight and reapplied the
jelly to both her asshole and her cunt.  Maybe because she was cut and
slashed the full effect seemed to start sooner than normal.  I let her
enjoy it for a while before I untied her except for a chain around one
ankle which kept her secured to her tree.  She was forced to endure the
whole three hours of hell as I watched and at the end of it I asked her if
she wanted more.  She choice, more of the hell of wanting bad enough to
kill or die for it or she could just die.  I tossed her a knife and told
her she had fifteen minutes to kill herself with it or else she would get
some more jelly.  Stupid whore had no idea about how to do it and just
fucked about making small cuts here and there on her body.  Tried to cut
her wrists but did it all wrong and managed to cut her tendons instead. 
Cut her throat, yah right, blew that too.  A fast stab to the heart,
screwed that up too but managed to stab herself in the stomach which I
thought was a good idea.  I finally got tired of the whole thing and as she
laid there I borrowed her knife and unzipped her from the cunt to the tits
and then removed her diaphragm.  Now she could no longer breathe and we got
the foolishness over with.

   I tried the hunting thing once or twice but it just didn't make it, too
quick and easy a death, and somehow I just couldn't enjoy her panic as she
ran for her life.  I was left with a feeling of having wasted my time even
after wounding one and watching her die.  That guy in Alaska must have been
wired different than me.  All in all the whole airplane thing was fun and
worked ok but it was a lot of work and money.  Liked the boat better but
liked having my own little island best but that's another story.  You know
kid I think I might have some of that whore jelly stashed away somewhere,
let me think.  I know you claim not to hunt but I still think you got that
look.  See you around.