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This little whore was not playing by the rules, my rules. Fuck, it looked like she fainted, lol.
Stupid slut, I thought, and laughed to myself, as I went back into the basement. Oh, I made sure to turn off the lights again, I wanted her totally frightened, and aware of my power, too. I decided to let her sleep the night away, but I also decided to clean her up a bit, before I did my work. I had installed faucets in the basement, and kept a hose down there to wash up any ‘stains’ I made.
I grabbed the hose, turned on the water, and opened the door to my special little room. I didn’t bother with the lights, and just let a long stream of cold water hit her. Fuck her, I thought, as I heard her screaming. A good bath of cold water was just what the doctor ordered, to clean up her slutty body. I turned off the hose, locked her door, and went upstairs. She could wait.
Let her scream. I had work to do, so she had to wait. Not that I’m paranoid, but I wanted her car, and stuff, far away as soon as possible. I still had some nagging thoughts in my mind, that this might be an funky setup by the police, who might even have let her (wanted her to) be captured, so they catch me “in the act”. Well I wasn’t stupid, and they weren’t gonna catch me that easy, no sir.
I dressed in my army fatigues (damn, I always look good in those duds), and loaded her car, bag, and clothes into the car trailer. I made a quick check of her bag, located her name, and what looked like an address of a business, actually two addresses, one 4 or so hours east of here, and the other probably 5 hours south-west. A further check of her drivers license, though, and I knew all I needed to.
She lived east of me, and was travelling either to, or back from, the south-west. Ok, I was gonna dump her car in the east, back towards her place, and this time, about 150 miles north (no reason to take chances). If she was really lost, and folks were out looking for her, let them find her car hundreds of miles away from me.
It only took me a few minutes to get her car safely loaded (even though she drove a 4WD, my trailer could take any size vehicle, more smart planning from me), then I was off. I was comfortable with leaving her in the basement. The door was well hidden, and very secure. She wasn’t gonna escape, and I really doubted if anyone would ever find, let alone open, the door, unless they knew exactly where to look, and what to expect.
I grabbed my trusty shotgun, and before I drove off, I made a quick reconnaissance around the perimeter of the house, then locked everything up tightly. I checked and rechecked the house door, and the shed too.
I was more worried about ‘surprise’ visitors waiting up on the road. In true cowboy fashion, I placed my shotgun on the front passenger seat of my car, lol. My shotgun was riding ‘shotgun’ with me, lol. If there were any suspicious movements, or people, I wasn’t gonna ask any questions. I was gonna shoot, and drive the fuck away. FAST.
As I got to the roadway, I was disappointed, I do admit. No surprises awaited me, no police cars, no bullhorns blaring. Nothing! I casually turned east, and drove off listening to my favorite music, the night black and silent around me.
The location I had chosen for the drop was about 3 hours away, and I was smart, I knew not to speed. So I took a leisurely drive, keeping about 5 miles above the posted speed limit. I also knew (from the trusted TV), that cops expected you to speed slightly, and it was the slower drivers who attracted more attention. Not this little black duck, lol. I was smart. Time for some daydreams.
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I just left the two of them dead in the basement room for a week. I was so pissed and couldn’t be bothered. The car also sat in my shed, and yet, finally, I knew I had to move it.
And more importantly, I had left my bike out the back of a paddock (well covered though) near the roadhouse I grabbed them from. I had to get my ass moving. I was being too lazy. When a man has a job to do, he has to get up and get going, yes sir!
I loaded their car into my trailer and returned for my bike. That was when I met the old broad.
There I was, midnight and driving my truck to get my bike, when who should pop out of the very same all night diner but a very alone women who, I gotta tell you, from a distance looked good, well stacked and a straight backed as she walked. I watched her for a few minutes and crouched low in my cab, lights off.
I had just pulled up at the far end of the parking lot, and was watching for any movement, when I saw her. She seemed to have parked her car close to the road, and was casually walking back to it. A dark Ford was my guess. It was the only car near me.
I was mesmerized. It wasn’t until much later that I guessed she was as old as she was, but I get ahead of myself, lol. Anyway, I slid out of my truck quiet as a cat (removing the interior bulb was a good idea, yes?) and I snuck up behind her car, ahead of her. She didn’t suspect a thing.
It took about three seconds to punch her lights out, and she didn’t even scream, lol. I grabbed her and dragged her back to my truck, opened the passenger door and threw her in. Was I living dangerous, or what, lol?
I always kept some tape in the cab, and I quickly wrapped her arms and legs up, and then stuck some over her mouth, making sure her nose was clear. That would hold her for my next chore, I knew. I slowly walked back to her car, and locked it, making sure that there were no signs of a struggle.
Then I walked back into the shadows and watched. I probably waited a good half hour, I was in no hurry. I just waited for anything unusual. Nothing. Good.
I quickly got back into my cab and drove back home. This was gonna be a tricky one, but during the wait, and drive, I had it all worked out. First, I took her down to the basement, but only the real basement, and after making sure she was still breathing, I quickly unloaded momma’s car from my trailer (a worry, I gotta tell you. I was gonna have two cunt’s cars here at the same time, and I was shitting), and I then re-hitched the trailer to my car and drove off into the night.
I arrived back at the roadhouse around 4 am, and there were no cars around. After driving by twice, I parked about half a mile down the road, on a small dirt road, and carefully walked back to the parking lot. Still no one was around. My luck was always good, lol!
I took my new slut’s car keys, tried the door, opened it, got in and casually drove away. In the opposite direction to my truck! Hey, if I was gonna be followed, now was the time to know! No car lights in my rear view mirror, so after 20 odd miles I chanced turning around. Back to my trailer, up and in, all within 30 minutes from driving away in the Ford. Only one more thing, a bit tricky, I knew, but absolutely necessary. My bike.
I crept back, slowly, carefully, and still no one was around. Good. I found my bike, and ever so cautiously raised it up, and not risking attention, pushed it back to my trailer. It took maybe 20 minutes, and by 5 am I was driving home watching ever fucking shadow.