It took about ten minutes for her agonized flailing to subside enough for me to get close enough to her to grasp her waistband and pull down and then completely remove her pants. I wrapped them round a stick then set fire to them to use as a torch to provide a few a moment flickering orange illumination of her stretched naked body, as a change from the pale moonlight.
I almost envied her, stretched out naked in the cool moonlight, although she most certainly was NOT enjoying it! I stripped myself naked as she watched me intently while still twisting in efforts to relieve the agony. I walked close up in front of her, her attempts to kick or knee me away were becoming increasingly feeble as she exhausted herself. I actually enjoyed it when her bare knees poked me in the stomach “go on, fight back, bitch” I said as I clung to her shoulders and heaved myself up onto her. It wasn’t as easy as I expected and though I got some satisfaction seeing how my extra weight made her bonds cut into her wrists I couldn’t get my throbbing excited penis into her cunt while she kept bucking her pelvis in an attempt to throw me off. Suddenly her right shoulder jerked downwards a little and her whole body arched then went rigid and still for a few seconds before starting to shake and vibrate… oops! I think my weight has pulled her arm back out of her shoulder socket. Her chin dropped onto her chest as the quivering stopped, and I could smell shit.
Had I killed her? Had the strain stopped her heart? I pressed my hand against the cool pale stretched skin below the left side of her rib cage, her heart was still beating. Taking advantage of her unconsciousness I untied her allowing her drop to the ground, then spotting a large fallen branch nearby dragged it beneath her shoulders and tied her still outstretched arms to that. I wanted her conscious when I fucked her so I went back to the van, got my hard hat scooped some water up in it and poured it over her face. Slowly she came back round, she looked first at each bound wrist then straight at me, at which point I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs before giving her an absolutely FANTASTIC fuck. As she showed no sign of excitement as I came to the best climax of my life I grabbed both her neat breasts tightly and clawed at them until my fingers drew blood … at least that made her hips hump violently towards me and her vagina tighten even if it wasn’t a real orgasm.
I lay back blissfully and planned her crucifixion now she was already tied to a makeshift cross bar. Should I use nails? Suddenly I realised how late it had become and that I was an hour away from home and expected back at work tomorrow. I quickly untied her from the branch, tied her wrists and ankles together, removed, washed and replaced the gag, after giving her a drink of water then dragged her, naked and shivering, beneath a bramble covered upturned old fibreglass boat mould. I am not a murderer, I just put on my trousers, shirt and socks but laid the rest of my clothes over her, adding a spare coat I kept in the van to keep her warm until tomorrow night.
Today is Friday and I being at work. The weekend lies ahead and I do hope I find her still alive when I return to the quarry tonight.
Part 2
Well I returned to the quarry the next evening. It was difficult to keep to the speed limit on the way as my excitement grew, but I didn’t want another incident. This time it was still light when I got there, I parked a quarter of a mile up the track and cautiously walked the rest of the way. It was all quiet as I pushed through the brambles to the almost hidden upturned mould. The girl was still there, still alive and awake, I saw the disappointment in her eyes when she saw it was me, not a potential rescuer.
I pulled her from beneath the loose heap of my clothes and, grabbing her bound ankles and wrists dragged her on her side, naked and sobbing, out from beneath the shelter of the fibreglass. She didn’t look so good now. Her right shoulder was an ugly swollen blue bulge, her firm breasts now conspicuously showed the disfiguring reddish blue imprints of my fingers, her bruised left cheek had swollen so much that her eye didn’t look fully open. As I dragged her, her matted hair caught in the brambles and the ponytail came undone so her hair fell across her face.
I had been planning to crucify her and film her struggles but now I felt pity for her, well just a bit anyway. I sat staring at her as she lay shivering, staring dully into space, suddenly uncertain what I wanted to do.
To make the journey there worthwhile I felt almost duty bound to rape her again, so I untied her bonds and lay her sprawled on her back over the sharp flanged keel joint of the mould. As I fucked her I pushed the bottom of her ribcage away from me so that the rough flange along the top of mould cut into her back. I was taken totally by surprise when I realised she seemed to be coming to an orgasm before I did! The disgusting slut! She started to raise both her outstretched arms towards me but grimaced in pain and let her right arm fall back, however she still embraced me with her left arm and pulled me tight against her chest. Her body arched, whether in ecstasy or, more likely, to relieve the pain to her spine I don’t know and she uttered what seemed to be a contented moan before turning her face away from me and moving her arm to now try to push me off her as I ejaculated deep into her.
However, she was sobbing as I rolled off her and seemed to lack the strength to raise her head and shoulders from her undignified position. She then lifted her knees and drew in her feet, exposing her cunt suggestively before pushing with her feet do she slid on her back head first down the far side of the boat shaped mould into the thickest part of the brambles and gorse.
I clambered up onto the top of the mould to get a better view of her weak struggling, totally tangled up in the brambles with the thorns tearing at her bare flesh. She pretty soon gave up struggling and lay still, sobbing irregularly. I scrambled round to her side, struggling to flatten the brambles sufficiently to get close enough to grab one of her ankles and pull her out, feeling regret at the way the tiny tearing curved thorns were ruining her skin, turning it into a bloody mess.
She lay compliantly still as I re-tied her ankles and wrists together before walking back up the hill to fetch my van. satisfied no-one else was around I now parked as close to her as I could and fetched an old sleeping bag to replace my, too easily identifiable, clothes in her shelter then fetched her a sandwich and some water I had brought with me. I removed her gag and she immediately gulped down half the contents of the water bottle. But when I held the sandwich to her instead of biting into it she started to say “Please I …”. Before she could finish the sentence I stuffed the dirty sponge back into her mouth and re-tied the bandage to hold it firmly in place.
She looked pleadingly at the uneaten sandwich, but the silly bitch had lost her chance when she tried to speak. I managed to zip up the sleeping bag around her and left her for the night. Unsure whether I wanted to return the next day or not, I headed for home before the sun had even set. I felt disturbingly unsatisfied and slightly disgusted with the filthy, indecent piece of flesh which the athletic, elegant cyclist of the previous day had turned into.