TIME MACHINE 1

Snuff, rape, etc.

     You’ve seen her picture on most of the sites involving hanged women and other places as well. A well built seventeen year old hanging naked and dead with her legs stretched out in front of her and her stiff arms reaching down at her sides. You must have looked at her picture and realized it was not a fake, perhaps you wondered as to the story of her death, how she ended up hanging with her nice ass just a foot or so from the ground under an orange tree. Would you like to know the details? Read on.
    I can tell you her story because I was the one that hanged her. Her and many others. Put to death just because I found pleasure in their deaths. Raped and tortured for fun, my fun. Still she is special. She was the first one to die because of my discovery. I killed her a hundred years ago. Others died several thousand years ago. How you ask? No I’m not immortal nor am I a ageless sprit. Just a man who got lucky. You see I heard a noise one night out in the small canyon behind my barn. What followed changed my life and ended many others differently.
    When I went to check out the noise in the morning I found a machine parked near a smallish landslide. At first, I thought it was some kind of flying machine or UFO. I mean there were no tracks leading to it and only a set of footprints leading away. Leading to the slide where I found his body. A man dressed in odd clothes and very dead. Needless to say, I spent some time looking things over, several days in fact. At the end I realized I was now the owner of a time machine as well a several other devises. Most importantly I found a complete set of instructions. 
    I was able to scan any where and any when on a large screen inside while readouts gave me the time and place of what I was looking at. There was a shield  that made the machine invisible if I wished to go to what I was viewing. It was capable of limited flight and hovering and had some kind of beam that could pick up things and move them inside. The beam could stun a person and even kill depending on the settings. Hell , why am I bothering to explain all this to you anyway. You’ve seen Star Trek and Star Wars and The Time Machine and all the other stories. Just trust me when I say a lot of the stuff that you thought were just tricks are real and that I control them.
     I should explain how I pick my playmates though. I got to thinking about the old idea that if you went back in time and killed your grandpa you would cease to exist or if you did the wrong thing history would change. Decided it was way over my head so I planned to take only those who were going to die anyway and I grab them real close to their time. I picked her after seeing her get killed in a fall into a canal. She was on her way to an evening church service when she slipped and went in, never even came up once. I wasn’t really planning to do anything up to that point, I was just playing around peeking at different times and places when I spotted her. 
     Anyway I bounced back a bit and beamed her just before she went in. At the low stun setting  she was still awake and aware of things and could even walk and move but only if she was led or ordered. By herself all she could do was watch, wait, and feel. There was this orange grove nearby and I knew there would be nobody around that time of year so I landed and turned on the shield. Her eyes got real big when I started feeling those nice big tits. I got in a hurry and before long she was naked and I was fucking her hard. Must have been because I’d had a long dry spell with women. She was as nice and tight as any I ever had and a lot better looking. Fucked her quite a few times in her nice tight cunt before I rolled her over and stuck it in her back door. The stun was wearing off a bit and she was able to scream about it. Made me all the hotter. Get hard just remembering what she felt like. I finished up by making her lick me clean. 
     As I lied to her about how I planned to secure her while I made my get a way I could see her eating it up. She even climbed up on the crate and put the noose around her neck. She did ask me nicely if it had to be quite as tight as I made it but as I explained it had to be tight enough to keep her from untying it she accepted it. She thought all she had to do was to stand there until she either managed to slip the noose or until somebody showed up to free her. I even joked about her repaying whomever rescued getting a good look at her fine tits. Told her that maybe she could even thank him on her back now that she wasn’t a virgin any more. 
    It was almost dawn as I took one last look at her. Standing on an upturned orange crate with a mixture of her blood and my cum streaking her inner thighs and a rope around her neck. I’ll never forget the look on her face when I told her I’d lied about letting her live. Her last scream was cut off by the tightening noose as I kicked the crate from under her. She was beautiful as she kicked her feet and clawed at the rope. Tough farm stock too, she lasted longer than I had hoped. In the end though the rope won as it always does. 
    I looked back at her as I climbed into the machine. She was hanging so quiet and still with the sun’s first rays illumining her slowly twisting body. Quite striking really, just gorgeous.
    She wasn’t found until that afternoon. By then the tree branch had drooped and the rope had stretched. You have seen her picture and maybe even have it stored somewhere. I had her virginity, her body, and her life.  Others would follow and maybe sometime I’ll tell you about some of them.