Iowa (abduction, rape/non-con, snuff, disposal)

Tw; abuse, abduction, rape, knives, blood, amputation, snuff.

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The radio blared as he drove down the highway, the bass of the song rattling the car, the drums feeling as though they’d crack the windows. The air conditioning barely worked, wiping his forehead he turned up the volume, cranking the noise to unholy levels, the entire car screaming the metallic tune as he barrelled down the empty back road.

The van had a flat spot, terrible gas mileage and couldn’t turn swiftly to save its own life, the clear plastic tarp in the back whipping around as the air blew into the backseat. It had it’s problems but it served him well. Alongside a phenomenal speaker system it was entirely soundproof.

The road stretched longingly, lonely and unoccupied as he tapped the steering wheel, bumping his foot against the accelerator to the beat, speeding up, the engine revving hard.

There was nothing around for miles except corn and dirt, the blaring sun cooking the tar road a deep black. He leaned back in his chair, sticky with sweat as he crested a hill, his navy blue jumpsuit feeling like a second skin. As he came atop a hill he saw, no more than two hundred metres down the road, a car broken down, the hood up.

Slowing down he squinted at the sight puzzled, lifting up his glasses to see if his uninhibited eyes could form a better view. Steam and smoke shooting high into the air from the broken down car’s engine.

Driving past at an innocuous speed he peered into his rear-view seeing the frustrated owner banging a bangled hand against the front fender; it was a girl.

Reversing slowly, he pulled up slowly next to the stranger, with a gleeful tone he called out, turning down the volume of the CD but never quite turning it off.

“Afternoon Miss. Do you need me to call a tow? The man spoke calmly and respectfully.

Sighing as she stared up to the air, her tight leather dress only sticking to her more in the open heat, her designer button up done all the way to the top. The women spun around to view the man, her sweaty brown hair stuck all over her face, eye makeup slightly running

“No thanks, I’ll get her working.” The lady chimed back, her accent not regular to these parts.

“Where you headed?” The man asked his tone curious but caring.

The lady replied with a town name, one he didn’t recognise even slightly, smiling with feigned understanding he supportively replied;

“Well you’re in luck, I’m actually headed that way right now. If you want I can take you. Or even drop you off at the next town, it’s only 10 minutes down the road by car.”

“No thanks I’ll walk.” The belle insisted, unconsciously placing her hands on her hips as she did so.

“If you don’t mind me saying Miss—“ he began unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping from the vehicle, the motor still running.

“It’ll be dark by the time you get there, just let me help.” He said, outstretching a welcoming hand, his beard fluttering in the dry wind.

“I’m Geoff.”

“Zoe.” The lady replied, taking Geoff’s hand haphazardly, her sweaty fingers nearly slipping through his. Awkwardly the pair got through their handshake before Geoff rounded on the steaming car, scratching his head as he looked over it.

“My my, this looks like a doozy.” He said, studying with fake intensity, his eyes always following her.

“And my back tyre popped too.” Zoe muttered sadly, running a feminine hand through her thick head of hair.

Geoff smiled before stifling it away, his blue eyes sparkling. “Did it now, do you have tools? I can change it while you decide if you want to catch a ride. “

Zoe smiled, thankful for the stranger’s generosity. She went to the trunk of her car and retrieved a bag of tools, the duffel mouldy and stinking with age.

Geoff unzipped the bag, the smell repugnant, lifting a tyre iron from the bag, quickly he began working on the lug nuts, Zoe curiously watching as he worked.

The metal music still quietly hummed in the background, Zoe pacing back and forth as Geoff worked silently on the wheel only grunting or groaning to himself as Zoe failed to identify the cause of the smoking engine.

“Do you mind turning my music up?” Geoff said gesturing with his head toward his van, his hands never unclenching the tool.

Shrugging with indifference, Zoe walked over to the vehicle, reached her hand in from the passenger side and twisted the volume knob louder, the sound system screeching;

‘Here we go again mother fucker!’ The song cried out, as the heavy guitars and deep blast beats of the drums kicked into high gear, the eerie turntable noises causing Zoe to retract from the van slowly, a little worried.

“They’re from here you know. They’re a local band.” Geoff said, the tidbit a little confusing to Zoe.

“Can say I’ve heard of them.” She said politely.

“Oh they’re very good. My favourite song is coming up next.” Geoff said standing up, wiping his brow clear of sweat, his glasses covered in a thick layer of dirt.

“Why is it your favourite?” Zoe asked curiously, looking past Geoff to see the wheel’s nuts all were still on tight.

Her face dropping, a slight paling to her skin as she realised her grave error, moments before Geoff replied;

“because I kill people to it.”

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With a hard smack Geoff brought the tyre iron straight into the side of Zoe’s right knee, shattering it instantly, her body crumbling underneath the weight of her escaping body. Screaming she fell to the side of the road between her car and his, digging her fingers hard into the dirt to pull herself away.

The terrifying sound of the roll door of the van rang out in the desolate back road, a powerful hand grabbing her shortly after. With an emphatic punch across the face, Geoff lifted the still struggling Zoe into the back of his van, her already tear soaked eyes seeing the soundproof panelling and graphic Polaroids hung from flickering fairy lights.

Instantaneously Geoff was atop her, pushing the rusty metal tyre iron across her delicately slim throat, blocking her air, her gasps for air hardening his cock rapidly.

Her arms flailed and scratched at him but the bearded stranger only smiled at her resistance, punching her hard, square in the face for good measure before her futile attempts at escape dropped limply to her side.

Geoff ripped at her clothes, wasting no time on the buttons, preferring to rip off the top in one clean pull, the buttons shooting out like birdshot.

His eyes ravenously studying her tight and supple frame. With his free hand he lifted her skirt up forcefully, grabbing her unflattering underwear and yanking them hard off her, snapping the lacy sides. Preparing for the worst Zoe clutched her eyes closed, hyperventilating as Geoff’s dirty hands caressed her.

“What’re you going to do to me?” She cried, snot already dripping from her nose.

Geoff only retorted with a slick punch to the face, knocking a tooth of Zoe’s loose, her head pounding and aching. As her eye lazily fluttered open, a concussion drawing near she saw Geoff pull out his hard, smelly cock from his pants, a knife brandished in the other.

Leaning down he placed the knife against her throat as he pushed his way inside her, the song she turned up reaching its crescendo.

His thrusts hurt and pulled, tearing at her bone dry pussy, the pain and fear palpable; he was defiling her.

Sliding out as quickly as he had entered, Zoe wrongfully assumed her assailant had finished, as he shimmied up her body, his frame now situated directly above her tits, his legs pinning down her arms. He fondled her angelically angled jaw as she quivered, the knife still pressed against her neck.

“You could let me go. I don’t even know who you are. I WONT TELL ANYBODY!” She begged, her voice raspy and shrill.

“I’m not here to fuck your pussy.” Geoff said tapping her ear with the knife blade as he raised an eyebrow at her, the devilish indication to listen ever so overt.

As a scary silence fell over them Zoe heard the song pick up intensity, the guitar and drums building fast to the last words she’d ever hear;

‘I WANNA SLIT YOUR THROAT AND FUCK THE WOUND!’ the vocalist and Geoff called as he sliced knife cleanly across her neck, the blood gushing out almost immediately.

He reached sliced again and again, before reaching a hand into the cut, the other hand batting away Zoe’s flailing limbs as they sadly tried to cover the blood flow.

Geoff dug his fingers deep inside her wound, grabbing and pulling at whatever he could until the small thin cut was a gaping maw of blood, Zoe’s screams curdled by her own choking.

Sliding his dick into the flowing torrent of blood he forced himself in deeper, stroking fast and hard, his dickhead hitting the back of her throat.

Looking down, Geoff placed his hands on either side of her face, holding her still so he could watch as the life drained from her eyes, his strokes increasing with every passing second, her face mangled and patchy with blood splatter.

Stroking faster and faster now he felt the building pressure of an orgasm deep in his balls, but as it built up his blood covered shaft he knew inherently he couldn’t finish, no not yet. Not until she passed on, the seed of her life leaving as he deposited his own.

Her face was too pretty, even now in her final fearful moments. Despite her terror and situation, the throat slit made her screaming all but impossible, her death only seconds away.

As if to aid in his depraved masturbatory needs, Geoff slashed her face with the knife, loose and random strokes carving her face up like a holiday ham. Still fucking her collapsed trachea, he needed one final act to push her to the reaper.

Readjusting his grip he slammed the knife down hard into her left eye socket the goo of her vision ball squirting out and landing on his face as his muscles tightened terribly.

An earth shattering orgasm overtook him, his hands pressed against the door and the floor to hold him up as he pumped his sticky seed into her open wound. Pulling his dick clear he saw her hole sputter, her eye glazed over, her body stiff as a board. Breathing deeply he smelt the comforting smell of her bowels being evacuated; she was gone.

Sliding open the door, Geoff adjusted himself, his overalls splattered with blood, eye goo and shit, the metal song only just now reaching the bridge;

‘Withering away. Take a look. Inside, my soul is missing.’

Studying his sexual scene he looked into the tarp covered back of his van, blood pouring over the sliding door opening and onto the dry dirt below, one of her arms pitifully dangling down, a wedding ring slipping from her finger. Rounding the van, Geoff opened the passenger door, taking a large cleaver from a backpack sat upon the seat.

Returning to the van’s sliding door he pulled her limp, semi clothed body out of the vehicle, dumping it unapologetically upon the ground. With apathetic swings he mutilated her corpse, severing her limbs from her torso, chucking them deep into the cornfield next to her broken down car.

Letting the blood drain from her stump he smiled at her mangled body, feeling his dick rise inside his deep blue overalls. Adjusting his smudged glasses he screwed up his face momentarily, before cleaving her head off her body, chucking it into the passenger seat of her car.

Lifting the torso, the cunt still intact, the anus leaking her final fece, he casually chucked the lump to flesh into the back of the van.

“New fleshlight.” He said cracking a slight giggle, before popping open his driver side door. Switching the car into drive he placed a heavy boot to the pedal, speeding off down the road as he sung the final lyrics in unison with the CD;

‘I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to be. I’m not supposed to be here. I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE!’

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Thanks for reading. As this is my first guro-erotica I’d love feedback and critiques on what to do better and where to improve.