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 A REAL DRAG



   The rope was course and gritty as she lay there on the ground.  Her eyes
followed it from around her neck across the sandy field to the back of the
lawn tractor.  He was going to use a horse to kill her, a wheel horse.  Her
hands and feet were tied and she could do nothing about her impending doom
or the ants crawling on her.  He had to be kidding, he was just trying to
scare her, right, I mean nobody would really kill somebody be dragging them
behind a lawn mower, would they?

   She had been hitchhiking when he had picked her up.  She was in her mid
teens, short, Chinese, small breasted and thin hipped.  He was old, like
fifty or sixty, white hair, also thin but wiry and alert.  They had talked
as they drove and she had accepted the bottled water from him.  The next
thing she remembered was being tied down with him on and in her.  He had
raped her many times both in the pussy and her ass.  Now she was no
blushing virgin but her experience didn't extend to buttfucking or rape. 
For a long time she was kept tied and was forced to even use a bedpan which
she had to beg for.  No food and only a small glass of water every now and
then were her lot along with the too often feel of his dick pumping in her
holes.  He made no threats or promises and refused to offer her any hints
as to his plans for her.  Indeed he seldom spoke at all, just came in and
fucked her, grunted as he came, squeezed her tit a little, or patted her
ass and left.  Then one of the glasses of water must have drugged like that
first drink was for she woke up laying in the grass, tied and with the bugs
crawling on her.

   Now he was talkative and he babbled on about whores being lynched in the
old west and about chinks being good only to please white men with their
holes and other strange sick stuff.  Ought to be fun hanging a chink whore.
Got to get my horse and do it right.  On and on he talked as he sat beside
her and played with her body.  Told stories of the old west and war tales
about jap and chink whores being used for the pleasure of the mighty white
men.  Took time to fuck her as he talked but by now a simple rape didn't
bother her much, it was just something to be endured and that soon would be
over with.

   She looked around, there was nothing in sight that could be used as a
gallows, and there was no sign of a horse either so she figured he was just
mouthing off.  Then he left and she heard the motor start up.  He came back
driving the red mower and dragging the rope behind it.  Leaving it parked
and idling nearby he looped the noose around her neck and snugged it up
under her chin.  The view seemed to inspire him as he dropped to take her
in the ass once again before leaving her to watch and wonder as he walked
back to the machine.

   He was kidding, right?  God, what if he's not?  A grinding of gears
signaled the start of the tractor's movement, that and a tightening of the
rope around her neck.  Her chin lifted as the noose started to pull her,
tightening across the back of her neck and forcing her mouth closed around
the scream of fear coming out.  She was moving slowly, dragging across the
ground, rolling as he turned to follow the edge of the grassy area.  Every
now and then she felt a thistle or a dead twig drag at or tear her flesh
but these were minor compared to the burning pain in her neck and lungs. 
Her skin was being rubbed raw from the rope and it was getting hard to
breathe.  The ground was rougher that it had first appeared and every time
she bumped over a rough place the noose tightened just a small amount more.
Not that much but enough that the small almost unnoticeable changes added
up to choke her more with each bump.  Her breathing was now forced and she
was not getting enough air.  Whistling and gasping she sucked and blew to
get any air into and out of her tortured lungs.  Each time she lost more
than she got back forcing her to try harder and faster to make up the
shortage but she was fighting a losing battle.  Her pulse thundered in her
temples and her vision narrowed, her tongue was now dragging in the dirt.
Dirt that was also filling her eyes and ears, the dirt that would be with
her for the rest of her life.  She now knew that she was going to die here,
being dragged to death be some crazy bastard with a lawnmower and a rope.
Something gouged her eye but she noticed it not as her whole being fought
for just a tiny amount of air.  Just one more breath, that was all she
wanted, just one.  Was that so much to ask for?  Her prayers were unheard
by the rope, ignored by the tractor, laughed at by the man driving, and
unanswered by the heavens.  No longer having the oxygen to waste on things
like bladder control and seeing her body tried to maintain her brain and
she felt the rest of it shutting down, the warm wetness as she lost control
of her sphincters, the loss of feeling in her limbs, the darkening of the
world around her, and fading sounds.  All that she had left was the
thundering pulse and the desperate need to breathe.  Then it all went away
as she finally gave up and fulfilled his wishes and died.  She was not
there for the final rape nor did she feel the axe that struck off her head.
The knife that opened her belly felt no different from the ropes that held
the scrap iron to her ravaged body and she was spared the feeling of the
cold water closing over her as she sank from the sight of man forever. 
Lost and forgotten and unmarked.