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update march 29 - 2010

Another story by Wolverine

The Jogger
by WOLVERINE 

 
 
She was asking for it. She had it coming to her. We both agreed on that. The prissy little bitch deserved everything she got. Day after day, in the early morning and again in the early evening, she was jogging past our house in tight black lycra shorts like those ones you see on the sports cunts at the Olympics and that. She had a black top with some kind of badge on it, white socks and black trainers. Her hair was this sort of reddy-brown colour and worn quite long. Her legs were out of this world and her arse – it looked like it wanted to eat you, and sometimes it had begun to eat her shorts.
 
She looked like a hot slut, but she’d half-turn as she ran past and smile and maybe even wave like she was lady fucking bountiful, with her pretty fucking face that would turn up its posh little nose at a greasy big cock while her tight little tits bounced. Cunt. Kelly and me talked about her. Kelly said she’d heard the girl was just 18 and ready to go to university, she was extra fucking clever and could be a genius scientist, a fucking female Einstein, but she was also a demon long-distance runner who could win a medal at the Olympics, and maybe she couldn’t do both. Well, thanks to us she didn’t have to make that choice.
 
One evening she went past as usual. She smiled and waved when she saw Kelly and me unloading the van. I said to Kelly,
“That cunt wants doing.”
“You up for doing the slag, or are you just hot air?” she asked.
“Course I’m for real. Are you up for it?” There was this big grin spreading on her face and her eyes lighting up.
“You serious? Of course I am. That slut reported me when I was spray-painting the new teacher’s car in my last year at school. We’ll do everything to her – together – won’t we?”
 
Kelly is younger than me and she does take some things personal. Well, after that we started talking about how we could do it. In the end we settled on picking a bit of her route along this back road that doesn’t get much traffic. It goes through woods and there’s a sort of parking place and an overgrown ditch. We’d hit her in the van, try not to do it too hard, and bundle her in the back. There was no problem about what to do with her when we got her back to the house. We could shove her in one of our big boxes just in case anyone was watching, carry her in, and then put her in the cellar. We bought this house with money from a couple of jobs we did for a guy in Singapore and it had a cellar cause there used to be wine in it. Now there would be this fucking genius cunt.
 
We had it well planned for next morning. It was raining a bit but that didn’t put the jogger kid off. She went past happily, not knowing it was her last run like. We got the timing just right and there she was, arse cheeks working away ahead of us on the right stretch of road. We lined up the target and went for it.
 
That kind of job takes a lot of skill. I’d done a couple in the past in Malaysia, one to deal with a rival to my employer, and the other to take this sweet little teenager, the daughter of a magistrate who was causing a lot of trouble. The boss sent the guy tapes and pictures of his beloved daughter, and he changed his tune entirely. Didn’t get his daughter back, mind you, because we’d sold her at a good price to this Chinese guy who made good use of his girls even if they mostly didn’t last more than five weeks. This one lasted six. By the time the maginstrate realised he wasn’t getting his sweet little cuntholder back, the danger had passed. There was also this job I done in Australia , they flew me over special as an expert. Some prissy lawyer was working for a bunch of Abos and holding up a huge development. You’ve guessed it, the developer paid for the job. Only he wanted Miss Blondie Applearse alive for him to play with a bit before she got to reinforce the concrete in one of his office blocks. I got her for him and had a go on her as part of my pay. By then she was screaming and crying which really turned me on. Never done one purely for pleasure, though. You need to get it just right. I didn’t want her breaking a leg or whatever, still less getting topped, but then I didn’t want her just with a few bruises and running off through the woods yelling for help.
 
“Now!” shouted Kelly. I could hear the excitement, hear how she hated the bitch. I turned the wheel and hit her. That dull thud is a fucking great sound, it turns you on brilliant. She came up on the bonnet and then rolled off into the ditch. I did an emergency stop and we both jumped out. She’d fallen into some brambles growing over the ditch and was lying there face down with thorns stuck in her shorts and top and skin. She wasn’t moving. We dragged her out with some scratches on her nice smooth skin. She was breathing and seemed OK. Then we heard an engine on the road. We bundled her into the back of the van pretty quick and Kelly went in with her to make sure she didn’t give us any trouble. We drove off and this tractor passed. The old fart driving it didn’t look at us at all.  Then a fucking police car came past but they didn’t seem to take any notice of us. When we came to the sort of parking place I pulled in so we could sort things out proper. But as soon as I done that a fucking police car, the same one I think, must have turned round, pulled in right in front of us. I wished I’d been back in Malaysia with a gun. Kelly had got out and I did too. Stay calm, I thought. The fucking pig got out too. Only it was this slag with big tits and a face like a model, only she was like some kind of mongrel, no maybe a Wop or Spanish or one of those Mexicans you see in the Westerns.
“Hello. Have you seen a young woman in black gear jogging near here?” she asked. No-one else had got out of her car and I could see there was no-one else inside it.
“No,” I said, looking all ready to help if I could. “I think I know who you mean, I’ve seen her jogging near here, but not today, sorry, officer.” I realised I’d got a hard on from hitting the jogger and I hoped Miss Filth Slag didn’t see it, or she’d wonder what had given me it and get suspicious. Stupid cunt didn’t see it, she was looking at my face.
“Oh, thanks. Yes, I couldn’t see her either. I’m really worried about her. She does this bit same time each day like clockwork. The rain’s made the road a bit slippery in places and I’m afraid someone might have hit her and she’s in the ditch or something. Perhaps I’m being silly,” she says, smiling at me and looking at me with her big brown cow eyes, “but we’re friends, I’ve jogged with her sometimes in the park. She told me to bring a camera today to take a picture for our police mag about interesting things in the local community. But she’s not here.” As she talked her big tits were pushing out against her white starchy top. I glanced at Kelly and like I had magic powers I could see in Kelly’s face she’d had the same thought as me. She nodded, just very slightly. I could see that this ditch thing continued behind us with just a small bit where the earth was built up so people could go in the woods. I could also see an empty vodka bottle someone had dropped and not smashed.
 
“What’s that – over there? Something moved!” I said and pointed.
“What? Where? There?” said the stupid cop and turns her back, staring at where I’d pointed in the ditch. If I’d had any doubts, the view of her arse ended them. Great fucking pear-shaped thing it was, at least four times the size of her head and almost too big for the dark blue uniform trousers. What’s more, she was bending forward a bit as she stared into the ditch. My cock started pushing up even harder. I picked up the vodka bottle. Then I tipped her hat off in case it got in the way and hit her hard on the back of the head. She crumpled into the ditch with some stupid sound like “Um!” and crashed through some bits of stick and stuff so only her feet and her great big fucking uniformed arse were sticking out. Laugh! Kelly and me killed ourselves. Well, we knew I might have killed the pig. I couldn’t risk not knocking her out, and if she was fucking dead, well, you can still fuck a dead one and then there’s other things we could do with her. But when we dragged her out all limp and scratched and tits bumping on the muddy ground, we could see she was breathing. Then Kelly had a brilliant idea. The jogger cunt had bled a bit from the thorns. I kicked a dent in the police car, then Kelly pulled the jogger out and we sort of wiped her across where the dent was so she left smears of blood and probably a few other bits. It’d look as if the policewoman had knocked the jogger down, panicked, hidden her body and got the fuck out of there. Kelly found the keys still in the police car and drove off, heading for somewhere she could park the car and get a bus back to our place. I shoved the big tit piggy girl in the back of the van with the jogger and off I went back home.
 
When I got there and looked in the back of the van, I found the jogger had woken up and was looking with horror at the body of the policewoman next to her, so I tapped her on the head and put her to sleep again. I got a couple of big boxes and shoved one slut in each. I took out the jogger first – she was easy, really light like a kid – and as I was carrying the box to the door this slag from next door, standing there with her stupid little dog, says.
“Been busy, Grant? Business good?”
“Yeah, dead good,” I said, and I was thinking, “I’m going to get you too when I’m ready, you stupid smiling slag with your big knockers and your yappy little dog.” But it was good knowing what was in the box, and the next door slag didn’t know. Then I dealt with Miss Piggy, but she was much heavier and I had to drag the box along with the next door titbag still watching. I got both boxes down to the cellar, found some oily rags to gag both cunts, handcuffed the pig with her own handcuffs and roped up the jogger’s wrists and then I poured myself an export lager and settled down to wait for Kelly. She deserved to be in on the next bit.
 
By the time Kelly got back both of them were groaning and trying to move around in their boxes. Kelly took one look at them and laughed. She bent over the jogger cunt and grinned in her face.
“Know who I am? Remember me? Fucking slag!” she said, and slapped her hard on the face. That all seemed like a good idea, so I went up to Miss Piggy.
“Remember me, darling? Helping you look for your dear fucking jogger? Are all the pigs that stupid and easy to take? Well, your fucking lezzie friend’s right here and we’re going to have fun with you both!” I got her eyelid between finger and thumb and suddenly pulled it hard so she screamed. Screaming police slag. Best sound in the world. To be straight with you, it was only the second time I’d heard it. The first was some Indian cunt in a khaki uniform who’d started poking about the boss’s boat when we had stuff on board. We could have shot her or stuck a knife in her or knocked her on the head and dumped her in the water, but the chink engineer had a great sense of humour and he set the Doberman on her. Laugh! We all just stood round and watched the fun. When the dog had finished with her, and I mean finished, we all fucked her, let the dog have a go as it had got the idea, lifted her I.D. and then popped her over the side. Loads of crabs and fish in those harbours are attracted by blood and that, and they’ll gobble you up in no time, the crabs especially. Then the locals catch and eat the crabs. So don’t let anyone tell you policewomen aren’t use for shit. This one was useful. She fed the locals.
 
When we dragged our two catches out of the boxes we hit them a few times to soften them up and then Kelly tore the top off the jogger while I stripped the police cunt down to her frilly pink bra and plain pink panties. She looked good enough to eat. Maybe we would, too, but there was other stuff to do first. In the ceiling there was these big meathooks, whole line of them. I think before it was a wine cellar someone kept carcasses there, which was sort of what we was going to do. We used a stepladder and looped ropes over four of the hooks, tied the other end of the ropes to the legs of this big heavy wooden table thing, and hauled the two slags up till they were hanging by their ankles with their legs wide apart.
 
Then they both started talking, and it was funny, because we could stop them whenever we liked. The teenage genius cunt is going on about her poor mummy and daddy, how they’ll wonder where she is. “Yeah, they’ll keep wondering for the rest of their fucking lives,” I says, and when she still goes on saying please just let us go, I punched her on the nose and she bled into her eyes and her hair and shut up. The pig was different, the stupid cunt was threatening us!
“The Police are going to find this place, that’s for sure, they’ll be looking for me and Emma and they won’t give up till they’ve found us and you’d do better taaaaah!” That was when I pulled a load of her hair out all in one. Head hair, the rest could wait. “You’re digging yourselves deeper and deeper into traaoow!” That was when I grabbed her nice pretty tit with one hand and karate chopped it with the other. Fantastic. I slapped her for good measure and then told her the Police wouldn’t be looking for her in places like this, because they’d think she’d knocked down her friend and done a runner. That shut her up and made her good and quiet.
 
“What do we use on them?” asked Kelly.
“Take your pick,” I replied. “I’ll work on the jogger cunt first and you can have the filth slut to play with. You know what we’ve got – canes one, two and three, the big whip, the little whip, the belt, the table tennis bat, the trainers, the paddle.”
“I think we should use everything on them,” she said, “but I’m taking the table tennis bat first.” I grinned and picked up one of our lovely little jogger’s own trainers. I didn’t start on her right away, cause I just watched and listened as Kelly laid into the cop slut. First whack went splat on the slag’s arse and made her scream. Then Kelly ripped her panties off and got serious. Kelly started whooping with excitement. It was sort of like a poem like I learnt at school – splat, wheeek! yaaaah! splat, wheeek! yaaaah! And I let the jogger listen and think about what was coming to her. Then I gave it to her. She got six good whacks on her shorts before I tore them off and felt up her tight little bum. She wriggled like she didn’t like it, so I gave her the works with her own trainer. When I could see a good pattern of lines from the bottom of the trainer marked on her arse, I gave her a good hard one right on her crack right between her legs. Wasn’t anything she could do about it, so I gave her five more. She wasn’t lady fucking bountiful any more, she was yelling and screaming and jerking about like she was stuck on an electric fire.
 
When we switched over we both took canes. I’m more experienced with them than Kelly is, so she took the thick one and I took the thinnest. She started laying into the jogger on the top of her legs and the meat of her arse. I watched for a bit and then gave the cop slag what she deserved. But first I talked to her.
“Ever been caned?” No answer. I felt in her cunt until I found her clit and pulled it hard. When she’d stopped screaming I asked her again.
“Now, show some politeness or I’ll really hurt you. Ever been caned?” She wasn’t quick to answer and I was already setting up to shove the cane up her cunt when she found her voice.
“No, never!”
“Well, you should be grateful then, because I’m going to teach you something new. Say thank you to nice Mr Hunt!” She just stared at me, if you can call it staring when she’s upside down, so I kicked her in the face. I bust her lip and a couple of nice white teeth came out and some blood and then she started moaning.
“Shut up or you’ll get it again! Say thank you!”
“Bhunk you,” she mumbled. She couldn’t speak proper because of her mouth.
“Couldn’t quite understand that, darling. Say it again!”
“Bh…bhu…bhank you.”
“If you can’t talk proper I’ve gotta teach you,” I said and landed the first whippy stroke on her left arse cheek dead centre. After a bit I could see I’d made a nice pattern of lines all over her big fat piggy arse, all sort of in line and going one way, so I started putting criss-cross lines in her so she had a pattern like a net. At first she screamed, but then after a bit it was just moaning and mumbling, which started to bore me so I landed one right on her cunt lips. That got her voice back, and she squirmed so much one of the ropes came off its hook and she was hanging by just the one leg. I gave the free leg a few slices and then went for a couple of beers and some fags. When I came back Kelly had hooked her up again.
 
When we’d finished the beers we opened up a packet of fags. We both lit up, but we had special ideas about how to use them fags. Kelly went over to the jogger and blew smoke in her face.
“Wanna fag, then?” she asked. The girl blinked and coughed and said she didn’t smoke.
“Stupid cunt!” said Kelly, and stuck her fag in the girl’s belly button. She left it there while it burnt down and after a bit the jogger started screaming. We laughed at her and Kelly lit another fag.
 
I thought it was time for the pig to get some, so I blew smoke in her face and asked her the same question.
“I don’t smoke,” the stupid slag says.
“You do now,” I told her, and called Kelly over. She pulled the cop’s cunt lips apart and I stuck the fag in, burning end up. She had smoke coming out of her cunt and we laughed ourselves silly. Then she began to scream and we laughed even more. We let her scream until the fag burnt itself out and then lit a couple more. This time we both went to the cop slag and gave it to her on her big tits, on the side first and then because she didn’t scream enough, right on her fucking nipple. That was some sound, it could have done for Dracula House of Horrors. Must have made the jogger cunt real keen for some of the same. And she got it too, on both of her hard little tits and finally on the nipple. Kelly held her tit still while I pushed the burning fag end on to it. Great, fantastic, evil! I’d got this massive hard-on and Kelly saw it and touched it just a little, like, and said,
“You gonna use that?”
“Dead right,” I said. Miss Piggy’s for it first, I think. Let her rope down a bit.”
 
Well, I wasn’t quite sure yet that I’d broken the pig, so I didn’t risk shoving my cock in her big mouth. Instead I went straight for her cunt, no fucking foreplay, no “Excuse me, madam, do you mind if I fuck the tail off you?” but straight in rough and hard. She groaned and made these little hurt noises, and Kelly was cheering and hooting, but the cop’s cunt was so tight and pulling so hard that I soon stopped hearing the sounds. I kept going until the cunt stopped working and I knew the slag was worn out. Then I spurted some over her stupid face and laughed.
“Go on, give it to her up the arse too!” Kelly said. Well, I’m a nice helpful sort of guy, like to oblige, so I did. I had to shove fucking hard to get into her arsehole until it snapped open like a lock and I gave her the hardest arsefucking I’ve ever done.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Kelly was shouting, one shout for every shove of my cock into the pig. I suppose it went on a long time. When I pulled out the cop cunt was just groaning. Kelly slapped her hard in the face and then we hoisted her up again.
 
The jogger slut had been watching all this, so she knew what was coming.
“My go first on her!” said Kelly. She’s a good girl, so I let her. She tugged at the jogger’s cunt lips and started pushing her fingers in. They didn’t go far.
“The stupid prissy bitch is a fucking virgin!” she said.
“Then let me help you. To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before!” I yells. I could see the girl’s big, frightened eyes looking up at me, so I wanked in them. Then my piledriver went in between her legs. Like she fought me, but not for long. In, out, in, out, like that film. There was blood on my cock, her blood, and I liked that. I walked over to the police cunt and made her lick it. Then I stood back while Kelly stuck her hand deep in the hole I’d opened up. Her fingers closed on something and she tugged hard. The jogger was moaning and mumbling. No fucking gratitude, these bitches, for showing them how to fuck. That Jap student bitch in Singapore had been just the same, a fucking virgin but no thanks to the guy who helped her out of it. Bitch. I wasn’t sorry what I’d done to her.
 
I had a few things to do on the computer and Kelly was going down the supermarket, so it was awhile before we looked in again. The cop cunt actually spoke to us – said please, even:
“Please, I need to go to the toilet!” I stuck a bucket under her and sat down to watch. When she shat herself it just slimed down her back and some of it plopped into the bucket but some went into her hair.
“Look at the dirty slut!” I said to Kelly. “Make her clear it up!” Kelly lowered the policewoman so her head was in the bucket of shit.
“Lick it up!” she yelled, “Now! Or I stick a fucking kitchen knife up your cunt!”
 
It must have been all that training about obeying orders. The police cunt actually started licking up her own shit. Then she sicked it up. Her hair and her face was a mess of shit and sick. Kelly pulled off her belt and punished the cunt on her tits and arse for making a mess. Then I pulled away the bucket and we left her.
 
After a bit they both stank, so we chucked a couple of buckets of cold water over them. We had to feed them, though, leftover burger and stuff, and we both had to do a bit of clearing up. The bitches were costing us. After a few days I suggested to Kelly that we could make them pay. I had friends who’d pay good cash for half-an-hour or so with our prisoners, and wouldn’t blab. Kelly liked the thought, but I’d seen her looking at the cop cunt sort of speculatively like she’d just had a new idea. She told me her idea. She wanted to have a barbecue. We’ve still got to decide on her suggestion or mine, or maybe a bit of both. Either way we’ll invite our mates round.


Well, that was one hell of a barbecue. Even saved a bit for Miss Prissy Einstein. Kelly and me went upstairs after the guests had gone and fucked for three hours. Must have another some time.
 

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