The Unfortunate Cyclist Part 3 - Conclusion

Today I had to drive back to Gloucester to collect more components and while in

the area I picked up a local newspaper to see if there was any report yet about

a missing girl cyclist.

It didn't mention a cyclist but there was her picture staring from halfway down

page 4: "Concern Grows Over Missing Student". With trepidation a read on, it

said there was concern about her safety since she was last seen in a very

distressed state the early hours of Thursday morning last week. I felt a wave

of relief that the manner of her disappearance was a complete mystery. I read

on. It appeared she had got paralytically drunk during the Wednesday afternoon

and evening and then late that night had given herself to several men in and

around a well known nightclub. I read on with a growing feeling that something

wasn't quite right. They were asking any men who had had sex with her that

night come forward both to assist with tracing her and to have a health check

... I began to feel a bit sick ... because she had been told at the hospital

only that morning that she was HIV positive, after which her flat mate

reportedly said "she totally lost it and trashed her room before going out to

get drunk".

Shaking I re-read the article hoping I had got got it wrong. I couldn't get out

of my mind her bleeding cunt as I had forcibly raped her ... three times! I

started the van, immediately did a u-turn, and put my foot down heading for the

quarry. I was going to kill the filthy slut. I was going to slice open her

foul neck. I was going to rip open her contaminated belly. I was going to stab

her in both eyes. I was going to...

I tried to calm down and think rationally, but all I could think of was that she

had sentenced me to death. Why hadn't the bitch died straight off in the road?

it was still mid afternoon when I arrived at the quarry, this time I drove

straight downto the end of the track After I switched off the engine I sat for

a few minutes gathering my thoughts. As I gazed at the dark still waters of the

flooded quarry I recalled seeing some rusty chain left over from when the

boatyard had been there, I had previously been pondering its photographic

possibilities.

I fetched the rusty piece of chain to the edge of the deep pond then returned to

the van to get my large knife. I shakily walked to where I had hidden the girl

and drasgged her out blinking into the daylight. This time I removed the

sleeping bag from her by slashing it with the large knife, not too worried

whether it also caught her flesh as well. She was sobbing weakly as I cursed

and abused her repeatedly with every fouyl word I could think of. I slashed the

bonds from her wrists and ankles and started dragging her by the hair along the

rough ground towards the flooded quarry. As she struggled to take away some of

the strain by trying to get onto all fours I let go and walked behind her, "move

bitch" I shouted and jabbed at her right buttock with the knife, she probably

tried her best but i then stabbed the knife deep into her left buttock till it

grated on bone and she collapsed to the floor again sobbing into her gag.

I dragged her the rest of the way by her hair then near the edge of the pond I

rolled her onto her side and kicked her in the belly as hard as I could so her

torso was flung three feet nearer the water before she doubled up in pain. I

pulled her up by her filthy long hair onto her knees then wound the rusty chain

round her twice before using bits of rope to make it fast to her arms and legs,

she certainly wasn't going to float! I suddenly realised that a lot of her

filthy blood was going to be spurting around so I stripped off putting my

clothes safely in the van. I returned and pulled her head back so I could look

straight into her eyes, I screamed hysterically "die slut, die in agony, you

foul god forsaken animal" as I ran the tip of the knife down her belly, from her

sternum down into her pubic hair leaving a jagged bloody line. I pulled my arm

back for the fatal blow aiming through her belly button towards her spine ...

Last Thursday morning I had come to lying on a bench in the stupid local park.

With horror I had a vague recollection of fucking people I didn't know, several

times - I can't fucking remember - the night before. Shit! That was the last

fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had

injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of!

I hate me!

Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions

the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I

went back to our shitty little bedsit. I needed to clear my head, so put on my

cycling clothes and pedalled madly out of the sodding town.

The frantic pedalling made my feel good, I pedalled harder than I had ver done

before delighting in the pain in my muscles. I had screwed up proper! I didn't

want to live! I saw a large petrol tanker coming towards my. I delighted in

the thought of me splatting into the front of it and my filthy diseased body

being shredded beneath its multiple huge wheels, and prepared to swerve into its

path.

Then that twat in that silly tiny van got in my way! But when the fucking idiot

managed to knock me into the hedge I thought perhaps I was finished after all.

When I came to in the van I had no fucking idea where I was or what was

happening. I hoped it was hell with all the pain!

Even when that sadistic bastard tortured and abused me I tried to warn him not

to fuck me but I just got two fucking teeth smashed in for my effort. Why did

the stupid twat go to such efforts to keep me alive - I wanted to fucking die!

The next night he came I was disappointed to still be alive, especially when

trhe silly sod raped me again. I had started to be glad of all the pain I was

in knowing I deserved punishing for being such a selfish stupid cunt that

Wednesday night but what disgust I felt when I found myself enjoying the rape

this time. The more he hurt me the greater the ecstasy but I still can't

fucking believe that shameful orgasm! I nearly managed to explain to him but

the sod gagged me again too quickly!

The next few nights I delighted in dying of thirst. I struggled to get out of

the sleeping bag into the freezing autumn air but my bonds were to tight. Still

I hoped that dehydration would finish me even if exposure couldn't.

Then the bastard came back. I thought he was going to do the job properly and

execute me by crucifixion but he was only fucking role playing, the stupid sod!

I thought tonight he was finally going to fulfill my dreams and slaughter me. I

relished the sharp knife piercing my buttock, pity it didn't go further in. I

thought the sadistic belly kick was a bit unnecessary as it reduced the erotic

effect of the tip of the knife playing on my abdomen, when he pulled the knife

back ready to plunge it into me as he stared into my eyes I fucking came again.

Something in my eyes as I climaxed must have made the stupid bastard change his

mid 'cos he instead turned the knife towards his own belly and stabbed in deep

and upwards beneath his ribs. Blood bubbled out of his mouth as he sank to his

knees, then slowly sank onto his back as his erect prick slowly sagged as the

blood drained from his body through from the gaping wound in his stretched

belly.

I fell onto my side and strained in my chains to wriggle to the edge of the dark

inviting water, disgusted at the way I was still being turned on by the poor

sod's weakening gurgles, as I stared at his naked arched body he actually

fucking smiled at me! Because of the gag I couldn't tell him I really wanted to

die with him!

Then those stupid fucking kids drove into the quarry expecting to find somewhere

secluded to shag! Did they get a shock!

I still want to die but the fucking doctors know that and are doing all they can

to stop me killing myself. But I will, soon I hope. Oh shit! here comes that

stuck up bitch in the white coat checking up on me again ......