From: an671976@anon.penet.fi (Alexander DeLarge)
Subject: PUREEVILLE w/Appy-polly-lodgies (rape, mutilation, snuff) "That Night . . ."
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Vigilant readers have pointed out to me that the first time this story was posted it ended right after the initial disclaimer. The MAN trying to censor me? Perhaps. Me doing something stupid? More likely.
So apologies, and here is what was SUPPOSED to be posted the first time:
Note to alt.sex.stories readers: the following story has been floating around
the PUREEVILLE mailing list for a couple of weeks. I have yet to see it
posted here--perhaps my fellow subscribers were just too timid . . . This is
a pretty violent story. No, it doesn't feature magical elves injecting a
captive woman with a special medicine to loosen her sphincter and then
attaching her to a machine that will slowly fuck her until her ovaries
explode. It does not feature bondage or ritualistic torture or mind control
or any of the alt.sex.stories staples. What it does feature is an
uncompromising and realistic-sounding account of a brutal rape and murder.
The story IS PURE FICTION, but as those of you familiar with PUREEVILLE can
anticipate, it doesn't pull any punches. So if you're not going to like this
story, don't read it. I don't need to be getting flamed for it later.
That Night at Dobrow's Farm
by Zeke Gordon
I ain't never been in the state pen before. Back a few years, I was doin' time in juvey hall pretty regular, but I never figgered I'd spend time in a real jail. I got a priest come around every couple a' days and tells me I oughta be sorry for what I did . . . I reckon I am, but the nights here is quiet and cold, and when I get to missin' my girl I can't help but thinkin' about the night that me an' Dal and Bobby-Joe came across Sherry Tabers in the woods outside Dobrow's Farm. It was a bad thing we did that night--but when I think about it, I don't feel so bad at all.
See the three of us, we were drinkin' whiskey, and smokin' some weed, an' I seen Dal poppin' some sorta pills, but I wasn't havin' none ona count of I was feelin' a little sick. We were pretty fucked up when we come around an' reconnized Davey Trent's little car parked in a clearing outside the old haunted farm house. Dal shushed us to keep real quiet, and we weren't hardly laughin' at all or steppin' on twigs or nuthin' when we snuck outta Dal's pickup and over to Davey's little car. I don't think they'd hear us anyway, 'cause Davey he had his eyes closed and wasn't payin' attention to nuthin, and Sherry, she was down there makin' all sorts a' noises herself, slurpin' and smackin' away. Now Sherry was a little thing, pretty with blonde hair, and she couldn't a' been more'n 14 or 15, but she already had a reputation for bein' an a-one tramp. My little cousin Skeeter told me all about her, and I seen her 'round his trailer, which was how I knew who she was even tho' I hadn't been in school for a couple a' years yet. Davey Trent all of us knew. He was 17 and the Captain of the high school football team. Me and Dal and Bobby-Joe none of us knew him personal-like, but we didn't like the looks of him, pretty boy thinking he owns the world, an' not havin' any time for white trash such as us.
She come outta the little car on the other side and started runnin', and I went after her 'cause I'm the fastest. I caught her quick--she was real scared, and stumblin' a lot, and she was screamin' when I jumped on her and knocked her to the ground. I was right on top of her, and I grabbed her around the middle. She was squirmin' and I right away noticed how thin and tight she was, and that when her pretty little ass pressed up into my pants I was pretty hard. I guess it was bad news for her already, but Dal, he's a real sick fucker, and when he came over, he said we should take her too the old haunted barn.
Bobby-Joe was kinda upset, but excited too while we were draggin' her to the barn. Dal was real calm, though, and he told us that we were fucked 'cause we killed a guy, and wasn't nothin' we were gonna do that night gonna make it any worse. We all knew that hardly no one came around Dobrow's farm no more, and it was gonna be real quiet and real empty for the rest of the night. And Sherry, she was just cryin', and not strugglin' so much no more, and I was kinda annoyed because when she wiggled around I kinda liked it. Her hair was right it my face, though, and it was long and straight and smelled real good so that was nice.
When we got to the barn, there was moonlight comin' in from the top, so it
wasn't too dark. Dal had me an' Bobby-Joe hold her from the back and he
stood in front of her an' started squeezin' her breasts through her tight
purple sweater and lookin' at her right in the face like he was kinda eating
up her cryin' or something. Then me an' Bobby-Joe got to feel her breasts
too, and they were real nice, not too big and just right for a thin little
thing like her. By this time she's got two guys holdin' her arms, and
another with a real mean look in his eye, an' she starts beggin', talkin'
about please don't hurt her an' she's gonna do whatever we want. Well Dal,
he likes this, an' he tells her she's gotta suck all our dicks an' then we'll
let her go, and she sounds real eager about that idea, probably not because
she wants to suck our dicks, but because she wants to get outta there alive.
So Dal has her down on her knees, and she's really tryin' hard, because she
wants to do a good job.
Dal has her start with me, probably because I got the biggest dick, and she unzips me, and is probably thinkin' that it's the biggest dick she's ever seen and wonderin' how she's gonna deal with it. But she takes it into her mouth and is really tryin', but she's got a little mouth an' can only get it in about half way. Then Dal starts kickin' her in the back, not real hard, but tellin' her, come on bitch, what the fuck is that, that ain't cock suckin', an' she starts cryin' again. I guess I shoulda felt sorry for her, but I'd seen her suckin' cock before, and I knew she was a slut. But still, I took her head, and I guided her up and down on me, real gentle-like, and she did her part, suckin' and snifflin' a bit. It felt real good--she had a real warm, soft mouth, and soft cheeks, and I was gettin' into it, but she still wasn't goin' down on me all the way, and I started pullin' her forward, kinda hard this time. She grunted, though, 'cause I was hurtin' her jaw, but I still pulled her forward, but she gagged, and her teeth were scrapin' against me, and she bit down a little, and it hurt like hell and I pushed her away and Dal was laughin'.
I was angry, but Dal told her to move to Bobby-Joe, an' Bobby-Joe was nervous
an' when she got his pants down he was all soft. She still stuck it in her
mouth, though, and was suckin', an' Bobby-Joe closed his eyes and screwed up
his face, but he was still pretty soft. She was tryin' hard, movin' faster
and faster, but Bobby-Joe just had a limp little thing and finally he drew
back and whapped her on the side of the head and knocked her to the floor.
She gasped, and he kicked her, a couple a' times, hard in the side of the
ribs. She backed up quick an' ended up on her back on a pile of hay in the
corner holdin' her side and goin' ooh, ooh, ooh. Bobby-Joe went to sulk in
the corner or something, but Dal came over, like he was mad at HER for
somethin', and said where you goin' you forgot one, bitch. Then he straddled
her, sittin' right on her sweater, and unzipped and grabbed the back of her
head and stuck his dick in her mouth.
She was really cryin' now, but muffled-like 'cause I don't think she could breathe too good. Also Dal had his knees in her arms pits, so her arms were just kinda stickin' up and she couldn't really do anything with 'em and it looked painful. But she was suckin' on Dal, and her skirt was up a little, so I went over and pulled it up all the way. She had real white thighs, and white panties, and I rubbed her pussy through them, and I couldn't see her face, but I think she started cryin' harder. I pulled her panties aside and her pussy was real pretty, like she took care of it, trimmin' it an' all. I played around with her pussy lips a little, and think I was kinda mesmerized, or stoned or something, cause I told Dal to get off her cause I wanted to fuck her. Dal laughed an' said, yeah, I could fuck her, but he wasn't quite done yet, then he moved so he wasn't so much sittin' on her as layin' on her face like he was gonna fuck her mouth like it was a pussy. And he starts humpin' up and down and now her hands are free an' she's tryin' to push him off, but then she bit him, I think by accident, an' he yelped and fell off and started holdin' his dick and goin' fuck, fuck, fuck, an' I laughed cause she bit me too, so I know what it's like. She's saying sorry, sorry, sorry, and cryin' really hard, but Dal didn't look so mad, he just wandered off, an' then I was alone with her.
I slid her sweater up an' got a look at her tits for the first time. There were real white and pretty, with small brown nipples that were hard, though probably just 'cause she was scared. I took my dick out, and stuck against her pussy. She was dry, but my dick was pretty gooey ona count of I was pretty turned on, an' I was able to stick it in aways. She gasped, and turned her head up an' to the side like she didn't wanna look at me. I pulled back an' thrust in again, tryin' to go deeper, an' she choked, still cryin', and her hands were sorta grabbin' me, but she's real small an' I'm pretty big an' she wasn't even tryin' to push me off. I slid back an' forth a few more times an' there was friction, but then she started gettin' wet a little even though I don't think she was really enjoyin' it. Eventually, I could get in all the way, although it was a bit rough and tight, but I started pumping pretty hard and likin' it. An' she's makin' little sounds, an' her fingers are diggin' into me, an' her tits are bouncin' an' it looks real good. I coulda cum in a coupla minutes, but Dal comes back an' he tells me to get offa her. I was gonna say no, but I looked up at him an' he had a big black wrench that he got from his truck an' I thought somethin' bad was about to happen so I got up.
He kneels in front a' her an' she sees the wrench an' goes crazy, screamin'
an' tries to get up. Dal grabs her and shouts Hold her! But I'm kinda
freaked out cause I think I know what he's gonna do but Bobby-Joe wakes up
an' comes over an' grabs her. I didn't look too much, but Dal had his hand
yankin' her hair tryin' to get her to scream, an' she's keepin' her mouth
shut real tight an' cryin' an' making weird noises 'cause she can't scream.
So Dal told Bobby-Joe to hold her, an' Bobby-Joe's lookin' pretty blank by
now but he does it, an' Dal goes over an' finds a long stick an' he breaks it
in half. Dal went over then an' sat on one of her skinny legs an' yelled at
me get over here! and he said it real forceful-like so I did. I held the
other leg while he took the jagged broken end of one of the stick halfs and
put it against her asshole. He handed me the other half, and Sherry's
shakin' her head, no, no, no, but still keepin' her mouth closed, an'
suddenly Dal shoves the pointy stick into her asshole. It was mostly hitting
flesh, an' it broke an't splintered an' probably didn't go in very far, but
she screamed all right, an' I took my half of the stick and slotted it
between her teeth, far back right up against her cheeks.
She looked really terrified now, even more than in pain, an' her eyes were wide an' she's pokin' at the stick with her tongue but she can't get it out and her mouth is stuck open. I didn't really watch when he went after her with that wrench, but I could hear this awful CLOCKin' sound as he snapped out front teeth, then this horrible screamin' that came up from the back of her throat like a sorta gurgle. I tried to pretend like it wasn't happenin', an' I went to keep fuckin' her pussy. But she had this splintery stick pokin' outta her asshole, an' I didn't want to get my balls tore up, so I hauled back with my knee which had jeans coverin' it and rammed it into her ass. The stick drove up into her and outta the way, and she screamed again, but she was screamin' anyway so I figgered it didn't make any difference. I started fuckin' her right around the time Dal finished pullin' out her teeth, on my knees and stayin' upright so my face wasn't gonna get near to where the other two were. Sherry's asshole was bleedin' and my nuts her gettin' wet, but I didn't care. I was lookin' at her bouncin' tits, which still looked pretty good, cause I didn't wanna see what Dal'd did to her face.
Dal pulled the stick out her mouth and told Bobby-Joe to stick his dick in
there 'cause she wasn't gonna bite him. I think Dal wanted to make sure the
she wasn't gonna figger out a way to. Bobby-Joe was kinda scared a' Dal at
this point, so he tried to stick his dick in her mouth even though I could
tell he didn't want to. I didn't wanna look, but the noises she was makin'
were just awful--cryin', but broken cryin', real weak-like with little grunts
when I pushed into her. I looked at her, an' the front of her mouth looked
kinda off where Dal had pulled out her front teeth an' there was blood all
over her lips an' one cheek. Bobby-Joe was still soft an' kinda tried to
stick his dick in her mouth. She turned her head when he pushed her that
way, an' he stuck his softy in between her lips, and it went in with no fuss
because she couldn't close all the way. But he just wasn't gonna get hard.
He had some blood on his dick, an' a little spit, an' he just pulled his
dick away, an' closed his eyes an started jackin' it over her face, thinkin'
about a brunette, maybe, I don't know. He was still soft for a long time
while he was jackin', then got hard real quick and almost right away shot his
load. His first squirt was a good'n and flopped across her nose and in her
hair. She was surprised, 'cause she had had her eyes closed and didn't see
it comin', and her mouth opened, an' the next squirt went right in there an'
on her lips. Bobby-Joe was done, then, an' Sherry ws tryin' real hard to get
the cum outta her mouth, but it was all over her tongue and when she tried to
spit she was just blowin' bloody, cummy bubbles, which kinda made me laugh.
Dal was grinnin', and he stuck his dick in her mouth right away. I think he
liked it with Bobby-Joe's cum all over her. He grabbed the back of her head
an' was pumpin' her real hard, but there was nothin' she could do but cry and
grunt a little and drool blood and spit and cum. She did a lot of that.
Eventually, Dal came, an' he pulled her face right into his pubic hair and
shot down her throat, an' she coughed and gagged an' tried to twist away.
She coughed a lot of the cum out the side of her mouth, an' some of it
actually came outta her nose, which was kinda nasty. Dal pulled out and sat
on a crate. She had her head back an' now her cryin' was real silent-like,
and there was all sorts of stuff comin' outta her mouth an' she didn't seem
to care. I don't know if Bobby-Joe was just stoned or if he wanted to clean
her up, but he came up an' stood over her an' let out a stream a' piss right
on her face. I coulda done without that, cause some of it splashed on me,
an' I was still fuckin' her. She kept her mouth closed an' just moaned as it
washed over her eyes and lips . . . I think in her mind she was already gone
as a human being at that point--dead or somethin'.
She was lookin' pretty nasty, an' I looked over an' saw a wooden plank leaning on the wall an' I took it an' put it over the side of her face an' leaned on it while I fucked her. I couldn't see her face no more, and could barely hear her. I kept fuckin' her, an' I was really hard, but didn't seem all that close to cumming. Dal came over, and rested a knee on the plank, grinding her face into the wood and her head deep into the hay. He said we oughta kill her, like it was the humane thing to do even though before he came he wasn't thinkin' too humane like. I told her not until I cum but he still pulled out his big hunting knife like he was gonna cut her. I said let me do it, an' I stopped fuckin' her for just a second--I moved the plank a little outta the way. Her neck was real white and long, and not smeared up to much. I put my shoulder behind it an' drew the knife hard across her throat. The blood gushed up real quick, and I musta hit her windpipe because air was bubblin' out too. Her arms started flailin' around, and her body convulsin', and I know I shoulda felt sorry, but her movin' around felt good on my dick an' I started fuckin' her again.
The blood was all over the hay and drippin' down her tits, an' I don't know why but I was gettin' into it an' I took the knife and started slashin' up her breasts an' makin' more blood an' then I started raisin' my arm up an' bringin' the knife down on her chest an' stomach all the while still thrustin' into her. I was likin' the sound of it an' the rhythm an' the feel of her body as it thrashed around and gave up under me. Finally I came, an' she was shakin' too. I collapsed onto her, my face right in her chest an' I tasted some of her salty blood. When I rolled offa her, I think she was pretty much dead.
So anyway, that's the story. It didn't take 'em long to catch us, an' we're all of us in jail now. Maybe we shouldn't a' done it. If my lawyer ever gets me outta here I'll swear off the booze and drugs. But that Sherry, she sure was somethin'.
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