by Dawn Cano
With the door open, Wade motioned me to stay outside the door while he went in. He walked slowly, trying not to attract the attention of the woman in the shower and when he got to the shower door, hit it as hard as he could with the hammer. The woman screamed, and unfortunately, so did I. It would have helped if he had told me what he was planning, but he didn't, so the noise caught me off guard. He looked at me over his shoulder and gave me the meanest look I've ever seen. Then he turned around and faced the woman who was cowering in the corner of the shower.
Wade grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to the floor as I stood staring at him, not believing what I was seeing. He was scaring me and I wasn't the one he was after. I could only imagine how the woman felt. He pushed her down on all fours and motioned for me to enter the bathroom. He handed me the hammer as I approached, then did something I never thought I'd ever witness.
He removed the belt from his pants and began smacking Becky's ass. In this journal, I'm completely honest, so I can't say watching her firm ass turn bright red wasn't a turn on, because it was. She cried out with every hit, and when Wade straightened up, I could make out a raging erection in his pants. He threw the belt down to the floor and unbuttoned his jeans. I was shocked and intrigued as I knew I was about to watch my boyfriend, the man I loved, fuck another woman. Maybe 'fuck' is the wrong word. I was about to watch Wade rape a woman.
He quickly pulled his pants down past his hips, spit in his hand, and rubbed the liquid on his hard cock. He eased in behind Becky and without so much as a second thought, shoved his dick deep into her ass. She screamed out in pain and fell forward as he rocked his hips back and forth, his right hand pulling her hair and his left hand moving her hips in time with his thrusts.
I'm not proud of this, but as I watched the scene unfold before me, I realized how wet I was getting. I moved a hand down, softly stroking my pussy through my clothes as I watched Wade pound this poor woman, and I wanted a piece of the action.
“Wade,” I whispered.
“What, babe? I'm gonna cum soon. What the fuck do you want?” He couldn't seem to catch his breath.
“I want some,” was all I could manage. That was enough to make him stop.
“Let me join in,” I said as I began removing my clothes. I couldn't help myself. My nipples were hard and I know he could see how wet I was when he looked at me.
He pulled out of Becky and stroked his cock as he stared at me, smiling. I wanted to give him a show so I slowly inserted two fingers into my tight pussy. I began fucking myself as he watched. If I wasn't careful, I knew I would cum before I got a chance to play.
“I've never been with a woman. I want to know what it's like.”
Wade smiled. He was still holding onto Becky's hair. He let go and grabbed her shoulder, flipping her roughly onto her back. “Come here, baby.”
I got on my knees and crawled over to him. He straddled the woman, sitting on her chest with his back to her face and using both hands, forced her legs open and held them there. “Do you wanna know what pussy tastes like?”
I nodded, but found I couldn't speak. My throat was dry and I was so horny, I knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge.
Becky struggled and screamed as I lowered my face into her hot pussy, and soon all the fight had left her. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I knew what I liked, so I began flicking my tongue over her clit, and using my teeth to nibble softly. Her juices were a mixture of sweet and salty and I found I rather liked the taste. Becky began moaning as I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. As I tongue fucked her, I allowed my hand to wander back down to my own pussy where I fingered myself, enjoying the feeling of the impending orgasm. I moved my tongue in and out several times, loving the way the woman moaned beneath me and turned my attention back to her clit. I knew I was raping her, and I didn't fucking care. I was determined to make this bitch cum and in only a few seconds, her breathing increased as did my own, and I brought us both to a simultaneous orgasm.
“Fuck,” was all Wade managed to say before climbing off the woman. I moved out of the way and he mounted her, fucking her pussy in long, fast strokes. He came inside her less than a minute later. Once he was finished, he leaned over and kissed me, long and deep, then told me to get dressed.
Becky lay on the floor sobbing, not even trying to get up. “Please...let me go...”
Wade laughed. “I'm sorry, Becky, but we can't do that.” He turned to look at me, “Hand me the hammer.”
I did as I was told, wondering what he intended to do to her. He already told me he wouldn't kill her, so I expected him to use the hammer as a way to threaten her to keep her mouth shut. That's not what happened.
Wade stood over the broken woman still lying on the bathroom floor. She had small cuts from the shower door glass, and she was sobbing quietly. “Okay, Becky. Here's what's gonna happen now. I told my girlfriend there that I wouldn't kill you, because that wouldn't be a nice thing to do. But since then, I've given it careful consideration, and I feel as though that decision might be a little flawed. You've seen us. I know you can place us, and I know our DNA is all over the place. I'm sorry, Becky. It's a shame to have to kill a gorgeous woman like you.”
With that, Wade brought the hammer down hard on Becky's head. The sound of cracking bone was almost too much for me to bear, and I covered my mouth as I stood staring at the scene in horror. He brought the hammer down again and again, until Becky's skull looked more like ground beef than a human head. When he was satisfied, he dropped the hammer to the floor and laughed.
“Holy shit, babe. You see this? It's fucking awesome!”
I doubled over and threw up all over my shoes.
***
“It’s fucking awesome!” he’d said. Emma couldn’t get those words out of her head. Her boyfriend smashed a woman’s skull in with a hammer, and he thought it was awesome. Who was she to judge though, she’d willingly participated in raping the woman just before that. Emma knew she was just as guilty as Wade. He might be a lot sicker in the head than she was, but in the eyes of the law she would certainly be considered a criminal.
After Emma finished throwing up, Wade made her take a shower with him in the dead woman’s bathroom. There was nothing sexual about it, they just needed to clean themselves up. Wade told Emma to hurry up and get dressed as he left the bathroom to rummage through Becky’s house. He came back to the bathroom to find Emma in the hallway by the door. “Look what I found.” He pointed a pistol at Emma and smiled.
“Wade! Come on babe, don’t point that at me!”
“Settle down, Emma. I would never shoot you.” He put the gun and a box of bullets in his bag and snatched the hammer up off the floor. He washed it off under the bathroom sink, and a minute later, they were ready to go. Wade told Emma to wait by the front door until he returned. She did so impatiently, wondering what in God’s name he was up to now. Once they left, it all became pretty obvious. Wade told her to go ahead of him and get in the car. He took one last look around and flicked his cigarette onto the porch. Then he ran towards the car as the house burst into flames.
That was all only a couple hours ago. Instead of getting tired from the insanity though, Wade appeared to be energized by the chaos. Emma thought they were going home to go to bed, but he had other plans. Wade told her that he had a special surprise for her waiting in his hometown of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. He wouldn’t tell her what it was, but she knew they were headed on a three-hour road trip. She was ordered to pack a bag, as Wade once again headed outside to take care of “something.” Emma was pretty sure she was going to get a repeat performance of the show from earlier in the evening. Her suspicions were confirmed as Wade came back into the house.
“You ready to go, Emma?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m ready.” She followed him out front, locking the door behind her.
“Get in the car and start it up,” Wade commanded, as he lit up a cigarette.
Moments later, they were on the ro
ad again with a fire behind them.
Wade wanted to travel at night. He preferred the night life over the day time hours, and it was about one in the morning when he pulled into Scott’s Place, a twenty-four hour diner just outside of Pittsburgh. He and Emma took a seat in a booth by the counter as he immediately began scoping the place out.
“What are we doing here, babe?” Emma asked quietly.
“It’s a diner, Emma? We’re going to eat.” He laughed, as the waitress made her way over to the table. Her name was Susie and she was wearing a short skirt and tight top that showed off her toned body. Her breasts were popping out of the top of her uniform as she leaned over the table to take their order. Wade chuckled as he eyed her up and down. Emma, on the other hand, was not so amused.
“We need a moment. Thanks, Susie,” she smiled at the waitress.
“Take your time,” Susie replied, as she walked away to leave, Wade staring at her ass.
“Goddamn! What do you think baby, she’s a hot little piece of ass isn’t she? I’m surprised she’s working here instead of in a strip club.”
“She looks like a slut to me.”
“You think? Maybe we should find out, huh?”
Emma immediately wished she would’ve kept her cool and remained silent. “What do you mean?”
“Well, take a look around. There’s nobody here. Susie, a cook, and two old fuckers at the counter.”
At that, the two men at the counter both turned around to look at him. One of them, a large bald man spoke to Wade. “Hey, son. You got a problem with us?”
The other man sat there staring, both of them old enough for the senior special.
“First of all, you old fuck, don’t you ever call me son. You are not my fucking dad, okay? My father was a hero, you fucking idiot.” Wade still sat calmly, as he reached into his bag and felt the pistol in his hand.
“I bet your father is real proud of you. Disrespectful little asshole,” the large man mumbled as he turned back around. That’s when Wade stood up and drew their attention once again.
“Second of all...well, there is no second of all. I’m just going to shoot you both in the fucking face.”
“What?” was all the skinny man had time to say as Wade did exactly that and put a hole through his left eye. The other man lunged at Wade to no avail, as he too caught a bullet to the face. Chunks of blood and viscera splattered Susie and the wall behind her. Emma never moved from her seat and she found herself in shock. A fat man in a grease-stained t-shirt came out of the kitchen with his hands up as he stood next to Susie. Wade laughed as he pointed the gun at both of them.
“Are you Scott?” he asked the man.
“Yes. Please just take the money and leave us alone.”
“Oh, I’m going to take the money. Don’t you worry about that. Emma, go turn the sign in the door. Scott’s Place is closed for tonight.” Wade waited as Emma did what she was told before returning his attention to Scott and Susie. “So, let me guess. You hired her so you can play grab ass with some hot young muff there, Scotty?”
“What? No. She’s my daughter.”
Wade’s face lit up. “Really? You hear that, Emma. We got ourselves a real family affair here.”
“Yes, babe,” was all Emma said, as she sat back down.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do, Scotty. We’re going to play a little game.” Wade unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He handed the gun to Emma and began stroking himself.
“Uh, babe, what are you doing?”
“Just keep that gun pointed at Scotty over there. Susie, you come here. This game is simple. You want your dad to live, you’re gonna suck my dick.”
“You sick bastard. I’ll kill you!” Scotty yelled, as he took a step forward, suddenly remembering that Emma was pointing the gun at his face. He stopped dead in his tracks.
“I’m giving you five minutes starting now, Susie. If you don’t make me cum really quick, Daddy dies.”
Susie cried as she got down on her knees in front of Wade, staring at his hard cock in her face.
“Remember, any funny stuff, and I'll kill you both,” Wade reminded her.
Susie expertly took him in her mouth as the tears rolled down her face. Emma couldn’t believe what was happening, and here she was, a part of it all again. She didn’t have much time to think about it though as Wade grabbed Susie by her blonde hair and forced her to swallow his cum. He held her face there until she gagged, and then pushed her away onto the floor before pulling his pants back up. “Give me the gun.” Emma handed it to him right away, he looked angry and she was scared. He pointed it at Scott, who still had his eyes closed, not wanting to see his daughter pleasure this lunatic. “Open your eyes, fat man. I like to look into the face of the person I’m about to kill.”
Scott’s eyes opened right up, “What? But you said you weren’t going to kill me?”
“Dude. You let your daughter suck my dick. You deserve to die. Plus, I’m a liar.” Wade laughed as he shot the man in the face and chest. Susie was sobbing on the floor, spit and semen still covering her lower lip. “Let’s go, Emma.”
“What about her?” Emma replied, as she stood up from the booth.
“She’s coming with us. We’re not done with her yet.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, babe. That’s fine.”
“Susie! Let’s go. Clean yourself up, bitch. We don’t have all fucking night.” Wade went to the register and snatched up all the money as Susie got up off the floor and wiped off her face. She couldn’t stop crying, and it didn’t get any better when she saw her dead father again. Emma felt bad for the girl, but at the same time she was bitter. Jealous even. She didn’t understand why they needed to bring this girl with them. The only thing she could think of was that Wade wasn’t done playing with her yet. She questioned all of this silently as they made their way to the car.
“You mind driving for a while, Emma?”
“No I don’t mind. I can drive.”
“Okay, good. We need to head to Philly first. I gotta see an old friend. I’ll sit in the back with Susie here, so she doesn’t try anything funny.”
“Okay, babe,” was all Emma said, as she got behind the wheel and headed down the highway. It wasn’t long before she heard Susie crying again, along with the wet sucking noises to explain why. She looked back to see Susie with her face in her boyfriend’s lap. Wade had her skirt pulled up over her back as he fingered her pussy. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t even notice Emma watching him. She turned the radio up and headed towards Philadelphia.
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Journal Entry 36
Things are happening so fast now. Wade is becoming a different person – one I don't like very much. Not only is he killing people and setting their houses on fire to destroy the evidence, now he has a gun. Let me back up and explain.
After my last entry, Wade decided to set the woman's house on fire after he bludgeoned her to death with the hammer. Before he did that, he found a gun and was waving it around like it was some kind of toy. We went home and packed a bag before he set the neighbor's house on fire and now we're on the road to Philadelphia. I'm not sure why we're going to Philly. All Wade told me was that he had to see an old friend.
We stopped at a diner along the way and Wade robbed the place after shooting everyone inside. Well, everyone except the hot waitress who turned out is the owner's daughter. Now, she's our hostage, riding in the backseat with my boyfriend, giving him a blow job any time he wants one.
I'd like to say I'm okay with it, that it's all part of the game Wade concocted, but the fact that he's getting so much pleasure from this other woman bothers the hell out of me. I know he'd never intentionally hurt me, and I'm sure he doesn't realize how hurt and angry I get when I see him with her, but part of me thinks he's doing it on purpose, just to get a rise out of me. If that's the case, it's working.
After we left the diner, Wade sat with Susie, our ho
stage, in the back seat as I drove and watched as she sucked his dick and he fingered her pussy. At first I was hurt, and then, I got angry. I turned up the radio and did my best not to watch them in the rear-view mirror, but it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road. After a few hours, we made it to Philly.
Wade was asleep in the backseat and Susie was staring blankly out of the back driver's side window. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and I didn't know if she was crying because of what Wade was making her do or because of the fact that her father was dead. Honestly, at that time, I didn't care. Her sniffling was getting on my fucking nerves.
I yelled at Wade to wake him up and once he got his bearings, he gave me directions to get to a house in the bad part of town. Eventually we came to stop at an old, rundown yellow house with peeling black trim. The house had bars on all the windows, and I felt dirty just being in the neighborhood.
Wade got out of the car after telling Susie that he'd hunt her down and sentence her to the same fate as her father if she tried to escape. The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes scared me, but since I didn't want any trouble out of her, I was glad he made the threat. Susie looked out the window as Wade left the car. I sat in the driver's seat, staring at her through the rear-view mirror, but kept any comments to myself.
After a few minutes, I noticed Susie's demeanor change. She began looking around, acting more nervous than she had since our journey began. I thought she might try to escape from the car so I was ready for it. I knew what was coming when I heard her nails tap against the door handle. Wade never would have forgiven me if I let our hostage escape, and the way he was acting meant I didn't want to piss him off.
Susie grabbed the handle, flinging open the car door in one fluid movement. Since I was anticipating her escape attempt, I threw open my door and was out of the car before she knew what happened. I reached over and pushed her door closed as hard as I could, catching her leg between the door and the car frame. Susie screamed and scrambled to climb back in the vehicle. Once she was in, I got back into the driver's seat and locked the doors.