Posted by BlueLips on February 22, 2009 at 17:35:56:
The neighbors in my multiplex are college-aged and they tend to be out on Saturday nights. So it's no surprise that mine is the only car in the carport. Me, I usually work Saturdays, at a strip club on the other side of town. I'm recently out of college myself and need to pay bills while looking for a real job. It's been close to a year now, and the money is too good to pass up.
It's a warm night, so I'm dressed in a modest T-shirt and jeans. Nothing too showy, because I don't want freaks from the club following me around. I want to slip out of there looking like any other girl.
I sit down in the car ... and suddenly, there's something around my neck. My head is pulled back against the headrest. I scream at first, but then my scream turns into a gargle. I reach to my throat, but the thin cloth that is there is already digging under the skin. I can't pry it loose. It hurts.
The keys! I've dropped them in my surprise. I feel around but they're not there. In the rear-view mirror, I see a shadowy figure, and I hear heavy breathing. I try beating the car horn, but nothing happens. This sick fuck must have broken in and waited for me. I start to panic as the lack of air starts getting to me. I try to scream again but no sound comes out.
Then he speaks quietly in my ear. It's definitely a man's voice. "Don't worry, Rebecca," he says. "This is just to weaken you. I won't finish you off here." He knows my name! He must have stalked me, learned my routine...
My legs are kicking violently under the dashboard, and I'm thrashing for all I'm worth, partly trying to escape and partly because my body is panicking. My lungs burn. I want to reach back and pry his hands loose, but my arms won't obey me. They flail spasmodically. I feel my mouth opening and my tongue sliding out. I can't close my eyes, and soon all I see is spots anyway. I start to black out, my body jerking in agony. I'm going to die!
Suddenly, he lets go. I fall forward heavily, breathing in deep, fast gasps. Thank god! Before I can collect my thoughts and scream, there's a hand pressing a cloth over my face and pulling my head back against the headrest again. I choke on the strong smell, some kind of alcohol, or maybe this is what cloroform smells like? My body is so desperate for air that I breathe the smell in, the exhale by choking and gagging, which makes my body breathe in again. Everything is getting hazy. In seconds, I am unconscious.
Our carport is in the back of the building, not visible from the street. It butts up against a vacant lot, so there's been no one around to see or hear any of this, or to see what the man does next. I'm deeply unconscious now and unaware as the man lifts me out of the car. He opens the trunk and drops me in. His bag is already in there. He rips my T-shirt off, then uses scissors to make quick work of my jeans, panties, and bra. My natural C-cup breasts, my moneymakers, spill out. I'm a petite girl, so those are always a pleasant surprise for customers. The man squeezes them hard. He also takes a moment to stroke the strip of light brown fuzz that I leave on my pubic area.
He flips me over and uses rope to tie my wrists behind my back, then ties my ankles together. He doesn't gag me. He closes the trunk, finds my keys on the floor of the front seat, and starts my car.
* * *
I awaken in darkness. I feel the ropes, and feel the car bumping along. It takes a while, but I finally remember what was happening. I notice I'm not gagged and start to scream and kick. My feet hit the roof of the trunk. Soon I realize where I must be. I keep screaming, but it sounds like the car is on a highway, so it's useless. I do keep kicking, hoping someone might notice. I have no way of knowing the highway is dark and deserted, as he's taken the quick road out of town and up into the hills.
Soon, the car turns onto a bumpy road, and I'm getting tossed up and down. I'll have bruises in the morning, I think. I try screaming again, but it's useless. We drive for what feels like forever. Really it's about 30 minutes on that dirt road, far from civilization.
The car stops. I'm crying softly but find the energy to start kicking and screaming. When the trunk opens, I really go at it. "HELP! HEEELP!!" We're in the middle of the woods, several yards off the dirt road. My screams sound quiet as they are swallowed up by the darkness and tall trees.
He takes the bag out of the trunk and carries it off. I sit up and start wiggling my way out, but I keep screaming so he won't suspect. I manage to get my torso over the lip of the trunk, then I lean hard, and WHUMP!, I hit the bumper and fall to the hard ground. I'm out!
Before I can get up, a rough hand grabs my hair. I shriek several times. I realize I'm trembling. When I pause for breath, the man whispers to me. "No one can hear you out here, sweetheart, so scream all you want. I like it."
"Fucking ASSHOLE!" I yell. I'm trying to be tough, but I'm trembling badly now. A few yards away, I see a lantern tied to a tree branch, lighting a blanket on the ground. He scoops me over his shoulder. I kick and squirm but he's too strong. He carries me to the blanket and thumps me down on my back. I start rolling away but he's able to stop me with one hand on my throat. He starts undoing his pants with his other hand. I start screaming again, even though I know this jerk will get off on it.
He punches my stomach. I lean upwards and gag, and as I catch my breath, he quickly cuts through the ropes at my ankles. I'm free! Run, I think. But suddenly he's on top of me. My blood goes cold. Ever since I started stripping, I've been terrified of rape...
"No! Noo!" I'm thrashing hard but it's not enough to stop him from penetrating my dry vagina. The pain is searing and I scream even louder, "AIIIEEEEEE!!!!", then start sobbing again. He starts thrusting slowly.
Then his hands are around my throat. Oh, jesus, no. He presses down and I gag and squeak. The burning in my lungs starts almost immediately. I thrash and kick, but he's so well situated between my legs that I can't hurt him. I can't go through this again, I think. The burning won't stop. I'm thrashing side to side as he starts thrusting harder and harder. My pussy has gotten wet somehow. He's hitting my clit in a way that I can almost enjoy, but I start to panic as my eyes start seeing bright spots again...
Suddenly, he screams out and after a few more hard thrusts, he cums inside me. He keeps pumping, delivering what must be quite a load. I can't stop crying, but I try to calm down. He'll be weakened. This might be my chance.
He stops thrusting and gathers his breath, then slowly pulls out of me and sits up. I kick upwards hard and catch him in the chest. He rolls back. I try to stand, with some difficulty as my hands are still bound. Do I break for the car, which I can't possibly drive? I choose to run the opposite direction, hoping to hide in the darkness.
I take three steps and suddenly I'm falling. I shriek. I hit ground. I'm disoriented. I've fallen about three feet into some kind of hole. It's not long enough for a human body. I'm on my knees at one end, and my face is against a wall of dirt on the other end.
Light surrounds me. My rapist is carrying the lantern, looking down at me. I'm in a rectangular, man-made ditch. It's a grave.
I scream and stand up quickly. My head easily clears the top, but I need a way to climb out. While I struggle and scream, the man calmly ties the lantern to a nearby tree limb. Then he grabs me roughly and lifts me out like I'm rag doll. My legs bicycle kick hard, uselessly. He throws me to the ground and punches my stomach again. I curl up and gag silently.
Something clasps around each ankle. He's cuffing me, and it's tight. I can't separate my feet. He grabs my ankles and rolls me onto my belly. Rocks poke my stomach and breasts painfully. "Stop, please!" I yell. "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" He holds my ankles up to my bound wrists, behind my back, and kind of sits on my legs so I can't unbend them. He's working at something. I struggle more, but I'm tiring out.
When he stands up, I find I can't bend my knees or even move my arms. He's hogtied me tightly.
Now I'm in hysterics and barely aware of what I'm screaming out. "NOO! GOD, NOOO! I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock! You can fuck me in the ass! ANYTHIIING!!! PLEEEEASE!!" I sob.
He scoops me up and puts me in his lap, looking at my face and breasts. His pants are off completely and his cock is flaccid. "Oh, Rebecca," he says in a raspy, evil voice. "Sweet Rebecca." He starts squeezing my breasts. He lifts me up more and rubs himself against the side of my thigh. I can feel him getting hard again. "Rebecca ..." he grunts.
This lasts several minutes, him rubbing on me. I just keep sobbing, "Oh god, oh god, oh godddd." I know now that he'll kill me no matter what. "Rebecca.." he grunts again, more intensely. "Rebecca!"
He throws me to the ground and growls loudly. He grabs my breasts with both hands, squeezing hard and putting all his weight down on them. Then, straddling me, he jerks himself, using one hand on my throat to keep me in place. He spews another load of semen onto my chest, all over my breasts.
When he stands up, I just lay there and cry. It's over. He comes back with his bag and takes out a short rope. I'm resigned to being strangled.
Then he takes out something else. A small barbell, maybe five or ten pounds. He ties one end of the rope around it, then ties the other end around my throat. I whimper and shut my eyes, waiting for that horrible asphyxiation feeling again.
But he doesn't strangle me. He "sits" me up on my knees, holding the barbell so it doesn't dangle. The mess on my breasts starts to drip. By the throat, he drags me to the hole and lies me down at the edge. Then he kisses me long and hard on the mouth. Then he rolls me over, and I tumble downwards.
I land on my stomach, hard, knocking a cheek on the barbell. I flip over, but then I realize. The barbell is heavy enough and tied closely enough that I can barely lift my head. I can barely move at all. I'm stuck.
Something hits my stomach. Then again. It's dirt. He's shoveling dirt back into the hole.
He's burying me alive!
I panic, discovering a new well of energy. "No! No! No! NOOOO! Somebody HELP MEEE!" Dirt strikes my face, getting in my mouth and nose. I cough and spit, and I manage to roll to my side as the next shovelful hits my head. I find I can't scream. I cough again, tasting dirt as more of it rains down on my naked body.
I try closing my mouth and eyes and looking upward, but every time I do, more dirt hits me. I'm forced to turn to the side, which is what he was waiting for. An enormous amount of dirt comes down all at once. He must have pushed a whole pile of it into the hole. Quickly, I can't move my head, and I feel more dirt coming down, hitting with distant thuds. I can't breathe, but my nose and mouth are so full of dust that I cough, muffled, expelling the oxygen from my lungs.
I can't get any air through my nose. I open my mouth, lips puckered as if sucking a straw, and manage to find a small empty space. I gasp in short spurts, but it's not enough. My lungs are burning again for the last time. I exhale sharply and breathe in a tiny, tiny bit of air, then pause. My body does this several more times as my arms and legs cramp up tensely. My body is trying to spasm. I feel my eyes open wide to the darkness. As the asphyxiation gets worse, my eyes bulge and widen, dirt scraping against my corneas. In the darkness, I start seeing color flashes for the last time. My legs, searing in pain, continue to try to kick out. That is all I know.
It is there that I die, naked and alone, smothered in darkness and terror, in a grave that will be never be discovered.