BAD HAIR DAY

Rape \ hanging

  Rachel just knew it was going to be a bad day when she awoke with her hair all curly. She was late to class because no matter what she did it refused to lay down and she tried too long to do something with it. Then she dripped grease from her burger all over her new blouse and discovered she had forgotten all about the quiz that she had been warned about. By the end of school she was in a vile mood and deciding she needed a break she forgot about the warnings she had heard and went for a walk in the woods. She should have stayed in bed. Her day so far was going to prove the least of her problems. 
    She should have listened for as she entered the woods there were eyes watching. The woods where she entered were on the edge of a large swampy area that few people knew well enough to entry freely. There were stories about people entering and never being seen again. Most of the time such stories are just tales or are based on something that happened a long time ago. In this case people had disappeared in the woods and swamp. Rachel being Rachel she had decided long ago that spook stories were not cool and thus were beneath her attention. With her perfect body she also had the mindset of a typical plastic cheerleader. Body by Barbie with brains to match. 
    Being one of the dimmer bulbs on the tree of course she got turned around. There was a maze of game trails and she never realized that some of them had been changed to encourage a person to make the wrong choices. By the time she realized she was truly lost she was standing on a brushy point of land sticking out into the dark water. She was also well and truly trapped. The owner of those eyes was even then moving in for the kill. 
    With a rush and a well practiced attack he took her. Within seconds she was helpless and within a few more she was tied and her future decided. Bound and gagged she was loaded into a small boat hidden nearby. In almost no time she was gone never to be heard from again.  It took a long time to arrive wherever she was being taken. Finally the boat bumped into a crude dock and she was dragged out onto the rough wood. She tried to fight but whoever had her was way too strong for her to resist. After being carried and dragged she was hauled into a small cabin and thrown onto the floor. 
    She tried screaming but the gag still quieted her. In the end she lay helpless as her clothes were ripped from her body. Those strong rough hands explored her everywhere with no trace of gentleness. He handled her as easily as a newborn but with a lot less care. Although Rachel was far from a virgin she had no experience with rape and found out to her dismay that the two have very little in common. She was hurt and fairly badly by the brutal attack. He was much larger that any man she had ever had in her and where the others had at least pretended to try to please her he just was interested in himself. Whatever happened to her was unimportant. When he flooded her with his juices she was relieved. It must be over.
    To her dismay it was not over. With almost no break he took her again. What had already been done to her paled when he rammed his way into her once virgin asshole. She was ripped apart by the agony. Before it was all over she had felt him spurt inside her four more times. He was a machine, a machine designed to rape and injure her. At the end she could not have done anything to escape even if he offered her the chance. She needed a doctor and surgery to survive but she would get neither. 
    He gave her a short rest before he lifted her from the blood stained floor and took her outside. Since her blindfold and gag had been removed she could see and scream in fright at what she saw. To fight was beyond her however. She was too injured and he was too strong. All she could do was watch and beg as the noose was placed over her head and snugged tight. She was turned to face him. In the dim light following sunset he looked like something from a bad horror movie. He was scarred from fire and huge. His face was a parody of human. 
    She dimly remembered a story about some guy years ago that was picked on by everybody in school. He too was huge. The harassment ended when his house was burnt. Some said by accident, others claimed the fire was set by some of the jocks and their girlfriends because he was just too different. Rachel had always dismissed the story but with the proof staring her in the face she knew it was true. She also knew she was going to die because of what others like her had done to him. The rope was tightened until she could breathe only by standing on extreme tiptoe. Because she was fighting for air she never noticed the knife until it slashed her proud tits. A single fast cut each split them like ripe melons. While she was screaming at the destruction of her boobs a third cut severed the tendons at the back of her left knee. A forth cut freed her hands. 
    With only one working leg she could not stand tall enough to lessen the pressure around her throat. She needed her hands to pull down on the rope and for balance. Somehow she managed to pull herself up just enough to get some air and even better she was able to carry most of her weight on her one leg. The ballet training she had taken as a little girl was now keeping her alive. She was much too worried about breathing to wonder how long she could continue holding herself up. 
    Then she was lifted by strong arms. No, he had not decided to let her live. He had discovered that the sight of her Barbie body struggling at the end of a rope excited him and all he wanted was to ravage her asshole one last time. His savagery was such that he ripped the thin wall of flesh that separated her ass and pussy. It was all over fairly quickly and when he fell out of her he dropped her. Although she fought hard and well it was now the end of the game. That last rape had done for her. She was no longer able to defend her life. The rope tightened and her throat collapsed. She still fought but it was useless. She was doomed at last with nothing to hope for left. A few minutes of struggles and kicking and then she was just a cooling body. 
     Her disappearance caused quite a stir but since her body had long since been eaten by the things that lived in the swamp [ including her murderer] the search was fruitless and soon given up. She became another cautionary tale to be ignored by other cool girls. Gone and forgotten.