                                         GOOD OLD DAYS

Rape, snuff 

    The golden years were from the twenties through the late sixties or early seventies I 
would say. The country was still made up of a lot of small towns and open spaces. The 
cops were not as connected as they are today. Once you crossed a line into somebody 
else’s area it was most likely a new game. You could make the grab move to another 
county or state to do the dirty work and then go home to a third place. Most of the time 
the cops didn’t bother talking to their neighbors so if the body was found it was likely she 
was left as a Jane Doe. You know that if the body never gets identified it’s pretty hard to 
solve the crime so that was a plus. A lot of places just had a sheriff and a couple of 
deputies to cover a whole county. This lack of manpower and the fact that a lot of them 
were Barney Fifes allowed for a lot of unsolved crimes. 
    Until after the war most country cop cars didn’t have radio so there was no way to 
check a person or car out right on the spot and until the sixties most such things were 
done by hand via a call to central records. Since most records were only open during the 
day a good set of phony papers was likely to pass. One side effect of this was that if you 
really needed to you could take out a cop and be long gone before anybody noticed and 
without leaving too much behind. Still a risk but doable. 
    There were no medical examiners, instead there was a local coroner who usually was 
some old doc that was likely to latch onto the easiest answer and could be counted on to 
miss a lot. Fingerprints had to be compared one at a time by hand, it often took months to 
check a print and many were not in a central place. DNA, forget it, the best that could be 
done was blood typing. No crime labs either, no CSIs, and forensics was just a word in 
most places. No computers, no mobile data terminals in cars, no common radio channels, 
no picture ID, and thus no quick way to check out things or to talk to a different dept. 
    Then there was the trusting attitude people had. Hitching was common and a 
gentleman would offer a ride to a lady and most of the time she would accept even if they 
were strangers. Nobody locked a door. Keys were often left in the car. People were just 
starting to get mobile enough that having runaways was becoming common. All in all it 
was a good time to operate.
    I am a second-generation rapist / sex killer. I know that seems odd but let me explain. 
My mom died when I was born so it was just pop and me. We moved a lot and always 
lived in out of the way houses. Dad was often gone at strange times and sometimes I 
didn’t see him for a day or two. I didn’t think anything about it, it was just the way things 
had always been. Everything changed one day when I was about thirteen. The teacher got 
real sick and had to go home so school got out early. When I got home the car was there. 
I heard noises in the barn and checked it out. 
    Perhaps I should mention that dad was a photographer and had his own darkroom. 
Back then it was fairly easy to develop your own black and white film and I learned how 
quite young. One day as I was snooping around as boy will do I found a box filled with 
pictures of naked ladies tied up in different positions. All of a sudden I could see 
everything I had been wondering about. Since the negatives were there I managed to 
make a few copies of some of the better ones and I spent a lot of time jerking off as I 
looked at them.  
    So when I looked in the barn and saw that dad had some lady tied up bent over a stall 
wall and naked I was not so shocked. Still I figured he did not want to be bothered so I 
kinda hid and watched. I knew enough so I was not surprised when he fucked her but I 
was not prepared for when he stuck his prick in her asshole. At first it seemed real dirty 
but then I realized pop was really enjoying it. She sure wasn’t cause she was screaming 
and begging a lot but pop just kept on. When it seemed he was about ready to pop he did 
something I never dreamed of. With a smooth motion he looped a cord around her neck 
and pulled it tight. Right there before my eyes I watched as my dad strangled a naked 
lady to death as he came in her ass. It was the most powerful thing that ever happened to 
me. I just had to pull out my woody and start jerking off. I was so busy that I missed dad 
seeing me. When I was done he was standing over me with this odd look on his face. 
    I had known for some time that dad did not have a regular job. He was what folks 
called a crook and made money doing things that were illegal but I never thought he ever 
killed anybody. I ended up helping him bury the body and we had a real long talk. That 
was the day my training and career started. I learned a lot of ways to make money 
without too much work and I learned how to rape and kill. I came to enjoy the feel of a 
dying cunt or ass moving around my cock as I came and I learned to love the power such 
things gave me. From then on we often worked together. Perhaps the ultimate father son 
bonding. 
    There was this one time I remember because it was the first time we ever took two. It 
was during the war. I was too young to fight and pop was too old. We were making a lot 
of money on the black market and hijackings and were having good luck with the ladies. 
There were not too many men around and with gas rationing not very many people drove 
much. We offered this woman and her daughter a ride see and of course it turned out 
badly for them. They ended up out in the woods with us and still remember the feeling of 
my dick shattering her hymen while her mother screamed as she watched. We spent most 
all day and all night with them two. By the time morning came neither pop nor I could 
even get it up anymore. Hell I was about rubbed raw and I thing he was about the same. 
They got to watch as we dug a grave and then we hung them one at a time, daughter first.
It was quite a sight, two naked and still twitching bodies hanging in the morning light. 
Made me wish I wasn’t so done in. I’d have loved to have one last go at the daughter. 
    We must have done a couple of hundred women over the years we worked together, 
maybe more, I never kept count. The youngest I remember was about ten but she got it 
only because we grabbed her mother and older sisters and she came along for the ride. 
We had them for almost a week out at this old farm we were using at the time. Four at 
once was our record and as things worked out we decided it was just too much work and 
risk so we never did it again. Still she was nice and tight and a lot of fun but I preferred 
them a little older. I like to have tits to play with. The oldest was perhaps sixty five and 
that was another case of being with another woman and being brought along for the ride. 
It all worked out OK because dad was getting up there and she was not that much older 
that he was. I kidded him a lot about it for a while. Looking back she was pretty well 
preserved and not bad looking. 
    We never came close to getting caught and we never lost one after we got her in our 
hands. We had a few get away at the last second for one reason or another but as far as I 
know none ever went to the cops. For sure we were never asked about any missing 
women and there were only a few that we ever heard about being found. I’ve still got 
pictures of them all. We always took shots for the scrapbook and there are several 
hundred pictures in it. Someday maybe I’ll go through it and try to figure out just how 
many we did. Might be interesting. 
    Want to help?
     
