                                           THE NASTY BASTARD ON AIRPOWER
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    Hi kid, see you came back again. You know I was thinking about when I flew. I was a pilot in the big war, betcha didn’t know that did you. Well I kept flying and used my plane for hunting. Do you remember that guy up in Alaska that used to pick up broads and take them on one way plane trips. He’d grab some gal and go back in the bush with her. Land on a gravel bar or something, rape her, play a few games , and then either let her escape or give her a head start. Followed her until he got a shot, put her down and just left her for the critters. Fun but dangerous, cops found some of the bodies and other stuff. Guy’s in the slammer now, dumb, just dumb. Look kid, I know you claim not to be a hunter but I still think that you got the look, listen up for a bit. Cops really need a few things before you got problems. They need to know that a crime has been committed, a body although guys have gone down without one but that’s real rare, got to have a suspect, bunch of other stuff too but the first three are the biggies. Lets look a each one. No crime no cops, sounds simple, how’s that work out for real. Nobody sees you acquire your latest toy so the cops don’t ever get called until somebody notices that she’s gone. Well missing broads don’t cause a whole lot of concern unless a bunch of them go missing. One or two and nobody works up a sweat. Even if somebody decides to make a case out of some broad who hasn’t been seen in a while there is not much they can do unless her body turns up and gets identified. Even then if the cause of death can’t be determined if hard to make a case. Last, unless somebody or something links you to her your still clear. You got to watch out for the little stuff and don’t do nothing dumb like grab some neighbor or a chick you had a fight with. The cops always look for somebody who knows the victim first. So what’s all this mean. Do everything you can to cover the fact that some one has been taken, be quiet, sneak in, make the grab and get out without anybody noticing. Try not to take one that will be missed right away. Try to hide the body so it never shows up. Deep water, swamps, buried in a real private spot, things like that. You would be amazed where people wander so some great looking places may not be so hot. Any body just dumped will be found, count on it. Some hunter or dog walker, or camper, or just some guy takin a piss will stumble across it sooner or later. If you use water go deep and use a lot more weight than you think is really necessary, slit the belly open so it won’t bloat and float. Strip the corpse, don’t leave anything at all on or around it. Get rid of all her stuff far away from anyplace you were with her or you normally go or destroy it completely. Damn cops are real good at putting little things together so don’t give them anything. Last, be real careful about anything that can link you to the girl. Try not to be seen together, no phone calls, no noisy pickups, sneak in make the grab and sneak out with her. Yah I know it’s not always possible to do it perfectly but any little thing can bite you in the ass so be as careful as you can. Guys today got it tougher than I did. Back when I  was hunting didn’t have to worry about DNA or ground penetrating radar. No computer links, hell the cops rarely talked to the next door cops let alone the ones across the country. No sharp college boys going over everything and taking stuff apart. Autopsies were done by some country doc who missed more then he found. I tell you those were the good times. 
    Anyway I was going to tell you about using my plane. I spent a lot of time and money scouting things out. I looked for the best places to hunt and where I could safely land. Hell, I even used to rent choppers to land and check out a landing spot for later use. Used to be a lot of places way back in the wilds where nobody went much. Spots forty or fifty miles from a road, rough country, woods, what have you. My usual plan was to make the pick up, fly to the playpen, then dump the body in a third spot. And I do mean dump, I had a sort of a bomb rack on the old Cessna tail dragger. I’d wrap and cut and weight the corpse as was required, load it onto the rack and fly over the dump and bombs away. Tried to do it at night whenever I could but often it was light. Still being way out in the boonies and not coming down until I was ready to dump made it safe enough. 
    How’d I get the girls in the plane without anybody noticing? Easy , most of the time they climbed in on their own, happy to have a ride in a plane. Lot of the old small airports used to be deserted by nighttime, had what was called line cars, old junkers kept for the use of  visiting pilots, left on the field with the keys in. Land late and go visit some bar or something until some broad squeals “oh yes, I’d love to go for a ride” or something along those lines. Off into the wild blue and she’s just gone forever. Used to carry a bottle of booze that was mickied for passengers, that and a phony warning light so we would have to make an emergency landing. Never had any trouble and I don’t think any of them were ever found either. Didn’t hurt that I was a rich playboy that was always wandering around. I paid cash for everything and no one kept much in the way of records. Even if the cops got the idea that their missing girl flew away what could they find out? “yah, she flew out of here with some guy in a Cessna. Never seen him or the plane before. No, I didn’t pay any attention to the tail number, guy just filled up and paid cash. Sorry I can’t help you with more officer.” Never carried much for tools or toys that wasn’t for the plane. Just stuff that would be in a survival pack. Had long range tanks and full IFR panel so I had a lot of options. Like I said plan for anything and everything and then have fun.
    Grabbed this one starry eyed girl out of some small burg just outside of LA once. Thought that since I had a plane I must be a big shot movie type. Had her tits out before we even got off the ground. Awkward as hell and scared to death but determined not to blow her big chance. If  I’d asked her to jump out of the plane without a parachute I think she would have if I’d promised her a movie part first. Real nice body but dumber than a stump. When we landed up in the mountains she acted like she knew all about casting couch interviews and was spreading the blanket and herself before I could finish with the plane. Five minutes later it was clear that she didn’t have a clue about sex, I doubt she had even seen a hard cock before. I stopped her and we just talked for a while before she admitted to being a virgin and knowing nothing about what she was trying to do. Now what do I do, play along and see what happens or tell the truth about her future or lack of one and enjoy her terror. Stay with what you know I always say so I fessed up about not having anything to do with movies. She got upset to think that she was naked with some guy who couldn’t do her a bit of good. Got even more upset when I explained my plans for her, didn’t much like the idea of being raped and tortured and killed for my enjoyment. 
   We started out with a simple rape with her tied, her hands to pegs in the ground and her feet to the lower branches of a handy tree. I like that position a lot, so what if you can’t get at her back, all the good stuff is displayed right there in the open and ready to use. Turned out that she was virgin, you never know until you plug in. Tighter than hell and screamed like she was being killed when her hymen broke. The first time for me is just to knock off my edge, wham bam and over. I’ll come back and take my time later when things get serious. Maybe in her ass or mouth but I will always be back for more. This one got raped and then had her large tits whipped. I really cut them up with a long whippy birch branch, got her cunt with a few strokes too. Just to convince her things were serious I slashed her across the face a couple of times. Took out an eye by accident as well as opened a nice long gash down one cheek. Really the eye was an accident but it worked out well anyway. Now she believed me about my plans and knew there was nothing for her except pain and death. The next rape I used both her holes, a few strokes in the pussy then down to the back door for some then back up top and so on. I find it keeps a girl confused and unsure of what will happen next. Besides I can keep it up until I get too tired to continue. Gave it to her for over an hour before I blew my wad in her asshole. Her big rack just begged for attention so my next idea was to noose each tit and lift her body clear of the ground by her tits. She watched as her pride and joys turned blue and lose feeling and of course I offered helpful comments about having to have then cut off even if she lived. I built a nice small fire nearby and dropped hot rocks and coals onto various parts of her body as she hung screaming. Got excited and fucked her again but this time I ended with my dick in her mouth. Now that I’d had her in all three holes I got serious. She lost fingers and toes to my cutting pliers and had the stumps burned to stop the bleeding.  I stuck a red hot nail up her little piss hole and pushed a wire up both her cunt and her ass until it punctured her internal organs. She was dead right then but just didn’t know it yet. By morning she would figure it out if I let her live that long, I still wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do to her. At least she had shut up with all the screaming and carrying on. She just watched me with her one good eye and moaned or whimpered when I did something to her. Now and then she would beg and plead but instead of asking for mercy or freedom or for me to not do it she was now asking for an end. Any end, walk away and leave her or just death or anything else that would make it stop. By  dawn she was getting in bad shape and I figured it was time to go. I  trimmed a small tree nearby and sharpened the top to a rough point. Dropping her to the ground I placed a noose around her neck and a loop of rope under her arms. She was hoisted up and sat down on the point of the trimmed tree until it was supporting her weight. By this time it was stuck about six inches into her asshole and she had found her voice again. Her feet were still about a foot and a half off the ground as I tied lops around her wrists and pulled then over her head. I then took out the slack from the neck noose until she could have hung freely without the pale in her but with it in her weight was being supported by the wood in her ass. Now she had a choice, she could live quite a while as she was or if she got tired of having a tree jammed up her ass she could use her arms to pull herself up and off it. Of course then she would be forced to hold herself up in a chin-up position or hang by the neck but you can’t have everything I guess. My work was done and I cleaned up and picked up the area. I burned her things as she struggled trying to hold herself from sliding down the tree. I could see that soon she would too weak to lift her off the pale so I tightened the neck rope a bit. I didn’t want to blow the whole day watching her pole sit. She finally figured out that maybe hanging was a better was to go as she tried to lift herself off the tree. She just lacked a couple of inches of doing it but there was no way she was going to be able to do it. I offered to help if she really wanted to hang and she managed to beg me to. I shortened her wrist ropes until they were carrying her weight and cut the tree loose from it’s roots. A second cut left about three feet of it with the sharp end still impaling her. As she swung free I then loosened her wrist ropes and let her hang from the neck noose. At first she hung quietly but that soon changed. She gave me a very nice demonstration of air dancing in spite of her injuries. About half way through she managed to kick the pale lose and as it fell out it pulled out about three feet of her bowel with it. I’d never seen that happen before and it was quite the show, looked like she had three legs kicking as she hanged there. Only a few minutes later though she was done and hanging limply. Too hurt and tired to last long she had quit early and at last was free of her pain and terror. I found a hollow spot under some rocks nearby that she fit nicely into, a few more rocks hid her forever. A last check around and I was gone. I kept an eye on the LA papers for a while but nothing was ever written about her so she just joined the long list of used and forgotten sluts.
    I had a deal with this mex guy, a smuggler. Guy got paid to get wetbacks into the states. Met him when I was sailing around Baja. He wanted me to smuggle folks back for him. We worked out a deal, I’d only do females and I would not meet anyone in the states, they just got dropped off in a safe spot and I’d make a call telling somebody where they were if they were to be met. My friend could have cared less what happened to them once they were out of Mexico so I was free to dispose of them as I saw fit. Got paid a grand a trip plus an extra five hundred each for any extra passengers.  Hell I sure didn’t need the money but it was good cover and gave me a reason to make the trip. The old fat slugs in the black dresses made it ok as did most of the little girls. There seemed to be a problem with any good looking ones though. Seems they tended to end up lost somewhere. Too bad, some of them were really fine and it was a shame that they ran into bad luck or something. I often wondered if old Pedro had any idea of what I was up to. I don’t think he did but some of the things he said every once in a while had me thinking about it. That was the main reason I quit making trips for him, I always trusted my gut feel and would cut and run at the first sign of trouble. I knew I wasn’t smarter than everyone else so I was always watching for any sign of trouble. Back to the wetbacks, as I remember I got maybe ten or twelve good ones. About half by air and the rest by boat. The ones that came by water never made it ashore, I used them up and dumped them before we ever saw land. The others at least made it to the states before they died and they got to stay here. The best one was a real cutie pie, small and compact, pretty as a picture with a body that was going to be spectacular someday. Tits that were just big enough to fit under my hand and firm as an apple. Cute little ass and well shaped muscular legs.   Had just a bit of fuzz in the right places and was very shy and quiet. Wish I could have kept her around, she was one of my all time favorites, on a scale of one to ten she was a twelve. We sat hidden in a box canyon for three days before I wore her out and ruined her. A long time for one of my toys to last. I was so sore that I could hardly piss by the time I discarded her, wore a couple inches off my dick with her. The best part was she was still awake and knew what was coming when I killed her. Cried and begged right up to the time her guts fell out and I pulled her heart out with my hand. I think that those old injuns down in central america were on to something. Holding a beating heart in your hand as it’s owner looks at it is a real rush. I’ve never seen that look any place else, too bad it only lasts a second. For a little bit of a thing she had the deepest cunt I ever found. I mean I’ve got a fairly good piece of equipment and I can hit bottom with most cunts but this kid just seemed to go on forever. Tighter than your fist around a check for a million bucks but deep. God knows I tried to find bottom but even the last time I took her the hardest and longest strokes never found it. Kid could have held a horse once she loosened up a bit. Her butt was so tight I only used it once, hurt me too much, never seemed to loosen up no matter what I tried or what I greased her with. By the third day she was a mess, god only knows how she was still alive but she was. Lots of broken bones and wounds from whips and knives and bites. Burns and brands, dislocations and places where her skin had been peeled away. I propped her up with two stakes under her armpits and zipped her open from the cunt to her ribs. Her guts fell out in a steaming pile on top of her feet as I ripped the diaphragm away and pulled her heart out with my bare hands. She was looking down at the wreckage of her body and her eyes followed it up as I lifted it level with her face and opened my hand  to let it rest there on my palm. She died watching her heart beat as it lay there. Just great, I tried to do it again a few times but never found another one that was strong enough to last until I had the heart in front of her eyes, they always died before I could finish. Just think what it must be like to watch as some bastard pulls your heart out of your body. For just a second you know that that you are dead and when your eyes close they are never going to open again. You have to know bone and soul deep that he has just killed you and that there is nothing that can save you, nothing.  
    It was rare for me to pick up more than one at a time. True, it is easier to get two sometimes because they think there is safety in numbers even though there isn’t. I just lacked time to do more than one most of the time. That and usually the second one was not up to my standards. If I was going to take the time to do a girl she was going to be worth it, besides it was part of the fun to find a looker. Plain girls are easy to grab if for no other reason than there are so many of them.
This one time I had spotted a knockout redhead, built like a brick shithouse, green eyes, tall, with a rack to die for. Only problem was she had a girlfriend, this short chunky mousy thing. Kind of mannish with nothing about her to catch your eye. I figured them for lovers and planned my attack on that fact.
    Mission accomplished, got them both in the plane and they’re both passed out in the back seats. By the time they came to the redhead was tied in my usual fashion, spread with her feet up in the air and the mouse was tied to a nearby tree. Like I said I only rarely grabbed two and the only reason I had this time was the redhead was such a good looker that I was willing to put up with her girlfriend. Turned out to be a good thing that the mouse was along. Every once in a while you run into somebody who just quits on you. Damned redhead was one of those that went somewhere else when things got interesting. I’d only raped her and played a few other opening games when she dropped out on me. It was as if she had died except she was still breathing, nothing seemed to faze her. Hell I even messed with her eyes without getting any response from her, living dead is the best way to describe what she had become. I got so pissed I just hanged her and even that she ignored, first time I ever hanged some bitch without getting a dance out of her. She just twitched and gurgled and wheezed. Nothing else until she pissed herself and finished dying. I’ve had one or two quit on me before but never like she did. You never know how any one of them will react until you get down to the dirty and the nasty with them. So there  was, stuck with the mouse and lots of time left. To tell the truth I was getting tired of the mouth on her. Man, she’d been on my case since she’d woken up. One long stream of crap about being unable to perform without force and all the other bullshit putting men and me down as being all rapists and about the only way I could get a woman. Claimed that no man would ever know her, she’d die first, fate worse than death, on and on and on.
    Well I had something for mouse. A jelly lube that I had picked up when I was sailing. Whoremasters  in the orient used it to break in reluctant virgins. Work a little bit of the stuff into a cunt and wait. Nothing at first, then a burning that lasts for a few minutes, and after that a itching that must be scratched. Damn stuff will have any woman alive begging for something, anything to be stuffed in to relieve the itching. Fingers just won’t do it, takes something longer and bigger. The effect lasts about three hours but you do not want to stick your dick in until at least one hour has passed. Got to let the stuff soak in so you don’t get a dose, the guy I got it from told me about some dude that displeased someone and had his pecker and balls coated with it. Ended up castrating himself to relieve the itch. To make a long story short she was soon crawling on the ground begging me to fuck her. I hammered her ass while she demanded that I move to the other hole. Fuck her, I let her squirm as the jelly did it’s thing an I did mine. Got to admit she gave me a great fuck. After I was done I kept giving her things to stuff into her box and some of them were just not nice. By the time the effects had worn off her cunt was a bloody ruin and she had done the damage to herself. What a pair they were, one a weakling that checked out when things got tough and the other that had no sex appeal at all. Even at the height of her panicked self fucking while she was laying nude in the dirt and ravaging herself with anything that would fit she just did not project any sense of being female and sexual. Weird. You would think the sight of some bitch masturbating with a cactus would be sexy but not with this cunt. Oh well, that’s the way things go sometimes. Since I had zero interest in fucking her again I decided to let her end it. I got her tied nice and tight and reapplied the jelly to both her asshole and her cunt. Maybe because she was cut and slashed  the full effect seemed to start sooner than normal. I let her enjoy it for a while before I untied her except for a chain around one ankle which kept her secured to her tree. She was forced to endure the whole three hours of hell as I watched and at the end of it I asked her if she wanted more. She choice, more of the hell of wanting bad enough to kill or die for it or she could just die. I tossed her a knife and told her she had fifteen minutes to kill herself with it or else she would get some more jelly. Stupid whore had no idea about how to do it and just fucked about making small cuts here and there on her body. Tried to cut her wrists but did it all wrong and managed to cut her tendons instead. Cut her throat, yah right, blew that too. A fast stab to the heart, screwed that up too but managed to stab herself in the stomach which I thought was a good idea. I finally got tired of the whole thing and as she laid there I borrowed her knife and unzipped her from the cunt to the tits and then removed her diaphragm. Now she could no longer breathe and we got the foolishness over with.
    I tried the hunting thing once or twice but it just didn’t make it, too quick and easy a death, and somehow I just couldn’t enjoy her panic as she ran for her life. I was left with a feeling of having wasted my time even after wounding one and watching her die. That guy in Alaska must have been wired different than me. All in all the whole airplane thing was fun and worked ok but it was a lot of work and money. Liked the boat better but liked having my own little island best but that’s another story. You know kid I think I might have some of that whore jelly stashed away somewhere, let me think. I know you claim not to hunt but I still think you got that look. See you around.
