extreme rape

There’s this one thing I saw earlier this year…and no it wasn’t a snuff film. It was something more tangible if you will. Someone I’m familiar with invited me over to a motel party. I walk in thinking there’s gonna some choice of pussy there only to find him and this fucked up crack head whore. She’s going on about him giving her rock before the party starts so she can be in the party mood. He hands her what seemed to me to be quite a large rock of crack kinda like a golf ball, but since I don’t do drugs it could’ve been the usual amount to a heavy drug user. Anyway, her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning 1954, and she smokes that shit til she’s wasted. I’m bitching to him about wasting my time with drug addled losers, but all he’s telling me is it will be well worth my while. She’s blitzed shaking and grinding her teeth and shit saying alright let’s rock. I guess that was his cue cause he rocked her with a roundhouse punch to her face. She was so fucked up I don’t even think she felt it. Seemed more like a gust of wind knocking her playfully onto the ground considering the grin she had on her pock marked face. Of course she was grinning with a mouth full of blood and her two front teeth missing, but I digress. He rolled her, but didn’t even come up with a dollar. Her purse was empty save for the crack pipe she had pulled out to use. He was pissed though I can’t imagine why considering she didn’t look like she even remembered what a shower was let alone would have any cash for anything even her precious party favors. He ripped her clothes off more out of still trying to find some dinero, but having given up on this fruitless pursuit he decided to use her for what I thought was her use in the first place. They fucked in every position imaginable and me….I watched out of a carnivalesque amazement that any guy would stick his dick into such decrepit orifices. I mean the way she looked dragon piss would’ve been the least of his worries. So, they fuck and he can tell after his fourth cum shot I was getting bored so he started to change things up a bit.

He started to whale on her chest with a ferocity that even took me by surprise. Shocked the shit out of her, too. I guess the crack lost it’s edge cause she started to cry a lot. She was mewling and I think this was a mistake on her part cause she only got worse from him. He was really enjoying himself let me tell you. So anyway, like a demented massage he starts pounding his fists into all areas of her scrawny little body. Thinking about it now, she was so thin I’m surprised I didn’t hear the same bone cracking as I did while watching the film, but hey we’re all built different. Her body covered in bruises…oh wait I remember him attempting to crack her pubic bone at least it seemed that way the way he punched her mound, but he gave up cause his hands were sore at that point or more like he was tired or something. She’s a mess and she made a mess by pissing and shitting on the bed. The kicker was her vomiting and him grabbing a handful to mash back down her throat. He did this while straddling her chest, and I’ll never forget the look he gave me as he looked back at me and said, "What do you say? Let her go or…take it to the limit?"

I’m thinking two things at this point. What the Hell is his definition of limit and yeah I’m get the song in my head so I chuckle. That’s not the response he was looking for so she paid for it with a smack to her face which wasn’t bad all things considered. I weighed the options then came up with this nugget of wisdom. I told him to ask her what she wanted to do as if a life loser crackhead could make an insightful decision about her immediate future and beyond. To my absolute shock she begged for her life. I say shock because at that moment I had in my head that she would take a quick survey about her existence and come to the conclusion that if someone wanted to take the responsibility of her worthless life into his hands and off of her incapable ones then she would be OK with it. Instead, she begged for her life as hard as you would think a married mother of three would in her situation. I mean it was truly something to behold. Even he seemed surprised yet also relieved to an extent which doesn’t surprise me as I think about it now. I mean who really wants that burden to shoulder for the rest of his life? So he shakes his head OK, and the party comes to an end.

I put on my coat and he tells her she can stay in the room for the night and that he’ll check out the room in the morning after she has left. He puts his hand on her shoulder I think reassuringly as if to say thanks for the memories when the next thing I know he pushes her backwards. His knee crashes down onto her chest pinning her down, and he slams his fist into each of her eyes. Her eyes flutter and I can see he busted some blood vessels with his vicious blows cause she gives new meaning to the term red eyes. He whispers in her ear something to the effect of she’s a piece of shit no one cares or loves, so that’s the only reason he didn’t do it cause it would’ve meant nothing to no one. I open the door and we walk out. I offer to buy breakfast since it’s the least I can do since he provided the past night’s entertainment. There’s nothing quite like pancakes at IHOP while catching up with an old acquaintance.