ONE MORE VISIT WITH THE BASTARD
rape-torture-snuff Ff

   You back again boy? Thought I’d seen the last of you. Been quite a while since you were hanging around here. What do you want this time? Oh, you just want to know about what ever I feel like telling you. Well, OK then have a seat. Lets see now.
   Did ever tell you much about India? Spent quite a bit of time there. There and China and other places where the women are slanted funny. Anyway India was a hell of a place just before the big war. A white man could just about get away with anything if he was careful who he did it to. Play with the lower castes and nobody cared. Same thing almost anyplace out east then. If you wanted you could just buy some toy as a slave and do whatever you wanted. Parents would sell daughters for about the price of a cheap meal. Boys were a bit more but I never cared much for boys so that never bothered me much. All you had to tell them was you wanted her for a mistress and they were so happy that the little bitch was moving up in the world. If you mentioned taking her the states they would just about pass out with glee. Either way they never expected to see or hear from her ever again. How could they, no phones and not one in a thousand could read or write anything at all. Hell it wasn’t even rape. The girls expected you to take them as soon as you could find a bed or even a soft spot in the grass, expected it and most of them even tried to make me happy. I mean you just could not rape one of them. If that’s what you wanted you had to grab some high caste bitch or an older wife or a nun. You buy one and her cunt was yours to use as you wanted. 
    Anyway I was just getting started in business back then so I was traveling all over and talking to anybody I could. You know in trading the more contacts you have the better. You never know who might have that one tidbit of information that puts it all together. I remember this old retired Sar Major. He’d been living in the Raj and in China  
since the turn of the century and did he have stories. Stories and all kinds of odd facts that I found most useful. Taught me so much that I was able to use over the years. Things like how to torture someone with just pencils and string, some of the old discipline methods he used to use, and  the really strange and delightful practices of the natives back then. Like what? Let me think for a minute. 
    Loved this one and I know it works. The chinks used to use something called death cages. It’s a tall box with a top on it and slatted sides. You place somebody’s head through a hole in the top boards and close them so that the head will not fit through the hole. You leave a stack of boards or bricks for the poor bitch to stand on and just leave them there. Now she can be left to die of thirst, or cold, or heat , or hunger. All depends on what you give her and what the weather is like. Or you can every so often remove a board or brick until she is left hanging from her head. She will die form very slow suffocation, takes a day or two. Hell of a death even if they don’t dance much. 
   Another one was something the army used to use. Some of the caissons used to carry a spare wagon wheel on the back that was mounted by the bearing in the center. They used to take trouble makers and tie them to the rim of the wheel, I mean hand and foot and then just sort of turn them until they were hanging from one hand and a foot or whatever. After a few minutes it got sort of uncomfortable and in a few hours it was pure agony. Of course you could use the opportunity to whip or beat them too. 
   Then there was what they called the buck and gag. I’ve heard it called riding the pony too. Just set them on the edge of a board or rail, gag them and let gravity do all the work. Weights could be hung from the ankles or hands to increase the pain. A nice touch was to every so often lift one end of the  board and drop it, the sudden jar really added to the enjoyment. 
    Pencils and string? Very simple. Stick the pencil between two fingers and then lash then together with the string so they squeeze the pencil between them. Hurts like hell after a little while. Works with toes too. Nouther neat stick trick is to make her kneel and place a stick behind her knees. Use one about two inches or maybe a bit bigger and than make her sit back on her heels. Then stick a head sized rock on her lap, tuck it back tight to her belly and fold her over it and tie her tight with her arms under the stick behind her knees. Slide her arms under the stick and then fold them up and tie her wrists up over her neck. You know I do believe that this is one of the most painful things you can do to somebody and it has the added benefit of leaving the cunt and ass exposed for your use. Got to be careful though, leave her too long and she just may die on you. Gets kind of hard to breathe but that’s part of its charm. 
   Anyway this old guy had a lot of stories. Spent a good part of the time talking about China, more than India where he spent most of his time. Claimed the chinks were more interesting. To hear him tell it they had only two levels of capitol punishment. The methods varied but they were all either real fast or real slow with nothing in the middle. You either got hanged, beheaded, or shot or you spent days in a death cage or some other slow miserable way of dying. They seemed to use different torture methods too. Take the rack for example. To most folks the rack is a table with a winch mounted on one end or on both and it stretches people. Well that’s true as far as it goes but in reality a rack is almost anything that holds you tied down so somebody can play with your body easily. I suppose that tying somebody to the corners of a four poster bed could be called racking them. Racks can be anything from the bed to something a lot more complicated. I’ve seen and used ones with four or five winches, that were able to swing the winches to the sides so as to split somebody, or even quarter them. You can secure the body parts with straps, rope, chains, or blocks. I’ve even read about racks that pushed instead of pulled, you know, that kind of squashed you instead of making you longer. Anyway he told me of one a local warlord had that was just a long beam not quite as wide as a body. On one side there were a lot of cleats like you find on a boat and on the other was a long wood shaft turned by a crank and with a ratchet to hold it from releasing. Every few inches he had heavy cords or light ropes attached to this shaft. How it worked was the victim was laid on the beam and the cords were run over the body and secured to the cleats. You could use just one or all of them. Then the shaft was turned to tighten the cords. He claimed he watched it in use a few times and the cords could cut into the flesh until bone stopped them. If enough were used it could stop breathing. I guess there was some kind of other shafts that could be used on the arms and if the cord was over a joint it could cut the whole thing off. Never heard of anything like that any place else, have you? 
   He also gave me some other good ideas. When you think about it an army unit can’t carry a lot of extra junk so they got pretty good at what they call field expedience methods. Try this one. Tie the feet together, doesn’t even have to be tight. Then pass a cord around the back of the neck and pull the head down between the feet and tie it there. Doesn’t sound too bad does it. And at first it is just uncomfortable but after a while it turns into pure agony. Leave someone in it for too long and they will be crippled for days and it can kill them. A cord tied around the head and twisted tight will cause a lot of pain and if you tap the skull with a small mallet every once in a while it adds to the pain. Really rattles the brain. Add a couple of large knots placed over the eyes and it will explode the eyeballs. A variation on the old water torture is to place a tin bucket over her head and let the water drip on it. Drives them crazy. Makes a good way to convince her to behave and to let you play with her. As a general rule when you fold a joint over a stick and hold it there or hang from it will hurt like hell. Anything that forces one into an unnatural position for an extended time will work as torture. Most anything that involves pressure on a spot will do OK too. Just remember that one sided pressure works better than all around pressure. A noose around something just kills the blood supply and blocks the nerves. Besides that when you remove it the sudden rush of blood can drop the blood pressure in the body and can kill.     
   Damned Chinese love bamboo. So do the Japs.  Come to think of it I’m pretty fond of myself. Forget the old tale of it growing up through your body. Doesn’t happen. But split bamboo has edges that are sharp enough to peel the skin off your body. I’ve seen a guy use a split bamboo whip and basically skin someone alive with it. Never got that good myself but I sure enjoyed trying. You can kill somebody just by striking them enough times with a bamboo cane not much bigger than your thumb. Leaves bruises and enough bruises will make you bleed to death. You don’t even have to hit that hard nor do you need to be in a hurry. Land a few and take a break to do something else then give her some more. Believe me, she’ll not recover between sessions. Bamboo is funny in the way it injures. Its light but solid so when it hit’s all the energy in the blow is transmitted to the target but there is not enough force to break bones or to do internal injuries. It just damages the nerves and blood vessels below the skin. A good blow will hurt like hell for days so you can space it out over a long time. Sort of give her something to look forward to. With a bit of practice you can leave someone so tender that the movement of air will make them scream. Always thought it was a hoot to reduce her to a sobbing wreck just by blowing on her. 
    How many have I killed over the years? Hell kid, I’ve got no real idea. Must have been a bunch. Did it for the better part of fifty years, must of done somewhere abound thirty or forty a year. What’s that work out to, fifteen hundred or so. Sounds about right I guess. Yah I was lucky but I made a lot of my luck. Always tried to take ones that no one would miss and I kept moving a lot and was always careful to hide the body real well. Even today most of the time its no body no crime. Back then the cops didn’t have all the tests and stuff that they have today. They didn’t even talk to each other all that much. All you had to do was keep moving and not return to an area for a while and no one would be looking for you even if they found a leftover. For some reason they tended to think every body was from their own area and that the killer was too. Besides I did a lot of them in places where nobody really cared about some low class type ending up dead. One more body in Hong Kong or Calcutta was not even noticed. Back when I was working the east a white man was something special so the local cops were timid about even asking any questions of one. Of course there were places where you had to be careful but a little careful scouting or a small amount of baksheesh in the right palm would avoid most problems. 
   Nah, I’m not worried about dying and going to hell. The way I figure it there is no god. Too many guys like me around. Yah I know the preachers have got a lot of reasons why bad things happen to good people but I figure its all just bullshit. Can you see a loving caring god allowing me to do the things I’ve done over the years without stopping me. Now there may be a devil, that makes more sense to me. If there is he should have a nice job waiting for me and I can spend eternity doing the same stuff 
I’ve enjoyed here on earth. But the truth is I figure I’m just going to sleep and that’s the end of it.  
   Listen kid, I know you are a hunter even if you deny it. So listen to me, maybe I can help you. I doubt anybody will ever reach my numbers. Just gotten too hard these days and its only going to get harder in the future. I just happened along at just the right time. You are stuck with the hand you got so you got to figure a way to play it without getting caught. Here’s my ideas. Travel a lot but keep a low profile. Now I know its hard what with all the border checks and other ways of tracking you but there are things that you can do. Pay cash, cards are easy to trace. Use local transportation as much as possible, rentals have your name on them. Stay around long enough so your travel dates don’t match up with crime dates. Remember no body no crime so get rid of it real well. I love deep water, weight her down real well and open the guts to avoid the bloat and float problem. Lacking that a nice deep grave in a lonely spot is good. You got to remember DNA and fibers and trace clues. Again get rid of the body but you also can wash it with acid or bleach. Vacuum her ,clean under her nails, don’t forget inside her too. Hunt in areas where they can’t afford all the fancy stuff and are short of manpower. Some county out west that has one cop for every thousand square miles and can’t remember the last murder is not going to spend a lot of time on an unsolvable crime even if they find out about it. Besides they are just not as good at it as someplace that has a murder a week. Find a way to earn a living that leaves you a lot of time to hunt, again you don’t want some smart SOB noticing that every time you take time off somebody goes missing. Don’t get greedy or sloppy, if its not perfect back off. There’s only millions of play toys out there so wait until everything is right. And remember you can let her go before you do anything, its better to risk her being able to blow you in for something like that than getting caught with a body because someone spotted you grabbing her. Speaking of grabbing its always better to have them go with you freely if you can do it without leaving links to her, kidnapping can be noisy and people notice it.  Oh yah drive like a little old lady, don’t attract the cop’s attention even if you are clean. You never know when they might notice an out of town guy was in the area when the girl vanished. Use a Buick or something that blends in. In a rural area an older 4x4 works but whatever you do make sure your car is in perfect shape. Last think you need is to break down with a stiff in the trunk. So carry a spare battery, winch or come a long, tools, good spare, jack, and anything else you might need to get mobile again. Keep the tank full for god’s sake. Its usually something small or stupid that gets you. Never return to the scene of the crime or the body dump. Don’t break any laws that you can avoid, keep your mouth shut, work alone, watch out for souvenirs, if you must keep them never keep anything that can be linked to a victim and for sure never keep pictures or worse movies. Keep your kit as simple and unnoticeable as possible, its tough to explain why you are carrying a bag filled with handcuffs, dildos, stun gun, and all the other junk you would like to use to a cop. Buy what you need just before you need it but whatever you buy stick to untraceable stuff and buy it a piece at a time. Oh, try to avoid Wal-Mart and the larger stores, they tape everything. I liked lawn sales. Hell boy, you get the idea. Don’t know if I’ll be around much longer so we may not get to talk again. Anyway good hunting and be careful out there.