She screamed and cried, her voice almost completely gone from all the screaming. I moved around behind her, to strike at her ass, now. Again, and agai....After... I don’t know thirty or so attacks, I stopped to admire my work. Her back was an unrecognizable mass of flesh, blood oozing and dripping down the bones that were sticking out of her disfigured form. I looked down at her but, and sneered at the missing pieces. She was like a pig that had just returned from the butcher, and I thought she. "Heyyyy Stacy wanted me to send you this she said you'd like it " As I started to reply an image came through. It was actually a short video clip and I started to get excited. I pressed play. The picture was a little blurry but there was no mistaking the scene. Stacy was laying on her back on a small bed. She was still in her costume, minus the white bottoms. A tan, muscled guy was holding her hips and was pounding his cock into her pussy. With a powerful thrust he came inside her. Before she. Then I went about my evening rituals: from a night time shower, to a shave at the end of the day, to metal wedges in the door, to Velcro sneakers. I was all set and ready to enjoy my sleep for another night. Neither the Chief nor Io had anything to say about threats tonight, and I slept not like a baby – awake every two hours, hungry and wet – but sleeping the sleep of the virtuous and rich. Well, one out of two isn't so bad.For the next day and a half I played around with Carmel. Counting the. By the time I had crouched back down beside her, I had dialled 999. I spoke to the police and told them what had happened and roughly where we were. It was enough to tell them that we were about two miles north of the village, down a side road on the right. I didn't mention Limston Hill, as I was now sure that the two bastards had lied about the name or had just made it up. I sat with Lena as she slowly began to calm down, my arms around her and my soothing words seemed to do the trick. I was.