Message-ID: <25129asstr$963267028@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dirt Nap X-Original-Message-ID: <8ka168$3od$13@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net> Reply-To: Mkarl2000@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} CONFESSIONS {of rape and murder!!!} or love-in-the-sixties By Chris Lee with Mkarl Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 18:10:29 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman Codes [M+/F,f,f,m,interr,incest,snuff,rape] CONFESSIONS {of rape and murder!!!} or love-in-the-sixties By Chris Lee with mkarl Mkarl2000@hotmail.com WARNING!!! The following is a real story. By that I mean some things just cant be talked about for legal reasons. Doesnt matter just how damn sexy a certain situation may have been, a letter to Dear Penthouse about a true rape/snuff adventure would just prove to be awfully inconvenient to the heroes of said adventure. A promise was made to my Uncle though, that the exciting little revelations that he shared with me that first night sixteen years ago would be passed on as his monument to the ages. While, now it is the year 2000 and I am sad to say that any punishments that my Uncle might ever receive from his actions are going to be limited to what goes on up in heaven. Personally, I wonder if he wont just get a pat on the back for a job well done, cause the way everything went down that red-necked racist family got what nothing but what they deserved. I want to thank mkarl for his help in the presentation of this tribute. My uncle was a great man and I am so proud to be able to clear the record and celebrate this confession Of rape and murder. PS: Since I can still hear my uncle's voice when I close my eyes and remember the excitement I felt as a boy when he first shared the wonderful day he had all them years ago, I want to try to present this whole unveiling exactly as I heard it myself. I hope you see that what happened that day was only righteous. MY UNCLE'S STORY In the early sixties, I volunteered for the Army and went in at fifteen. The way I figured things, volunteering was better than being drafted into the army anyhow and with the way those red commies were getting ready Well, I was just feeling that I had a duty to perform for my country. Guess truth to tell, part of me just wanted to get away from the hassles of your grandfather too. Anyhow, it was during basic training that I met Ti thats important. Now Ti may have been about the ugliest Negro in the whole damn camp, but he was good shit. The boy could sure sing a tune too. Could have maybe been the next Chuck Berry if things had gone better for the unlucky bastard. I remember, I didnt necessary take to Ti at first him being Negro and all that. But when he stood up to the abuse for those first couple weeks and even fought three of the redneck hillbillies off that night they tried to take-advantage of the boy, well Guess I started to see that he was a fighter just like me. Anyhow, the Negro could sure sing and he led our platoons marching songs. We were the only platoon that marched in time to the song, Peanut Butter, and thats how he came to be known as Ti in the first place. You know Damn if I cant even remember what his mama had called him. Guess it aint important. Anyhow, ol Ti was the first Negro (that is what they were called then, maybe Niggers sometimes but mostly Negro or colored if you were the sensitive type) that I had ever known as a real person. It had always been that Negroes had their side of town which they knew damn well enough to keep to their own kind while we had the good side and never crossed them tracks unless we were just looking for some easy pussy. Guess it was weird that a Negro would become just about the best damn friend I ever would have given my own attitudes prior but than again, things happen! After basic training, Ti and I both got ourselves off to Ranger school. The god-awful toughness and hardships of that damn Ranger school made us the hell more closer almost brothers Id be proud to say. I learned that Ti was from a single parent family just like me and had the same anger to the whole fucking world. Neither one of us could wait to get overseas to pay back some of the shit dumped on us. We often shared the same pup tent and spent many a night talking about home, but we mostly talked about girls. This was the sixties, a time of the great pussy shortage. Girls had pussy, but they did not share unless you gave them the engagement ring. There were whores in the local town, but a guy needed to be very drunk or very desperate. Neither of us had any desires to stand in line waiting for some shitty five minute fuck which was more likely than not just to give us some sort of fucking disease. Forgive me for risking the mood or upsetting the ambiance, but all this shit was what had us ready when everything hit the fan. So after ranger school, we finally came down on orders for Vietnam. The action had just began to get really hot over there. We both we concerned about dying or worse, getting messed up for good and maybe not being able to perform any longer. Ti and I decide that we would travel to the beach and check out the girls while we still had the chance just before we were to ship. We had been given thirty days before we would be in the jungles shooting gooks. We did not want to waste our final days before going to Vietnam just sitting around tying to jack our own dicks. On the way to the coast, we had an opportunity to stop at a fruit stand located near a small southern truck farm. A young girl, maybe fourteen, with a bleach blonde looking like a Jayne Manifield, wannnabe, was running the stand. Guess Karen was her name as I recollect.. Anyhow, suppose the way it all developed was that I had walked around to the side of the stand to take a leak after all, I was no perv. The kid had some real headlights, but she was still barely off her own mothers tit and just taking a piss in front of her wasnt something a guy like me was going to do. I suppose Ti was looking at some pears and other stuff to buy like we stopped for, but was also obviously talking to the girl The Negro had a thing for big-titted blondes. Fuck, it had been risky for the boy to reveal it to me in them days, but I figured I would give him a chance to flirt the little honey before I zipped back up and got us back on the road. Funny how things just happen. Way it must have gone down was that maybe the girl was a little curious about Ti. Probably, she had never really been this close to a Negro before, I imagine least ways not wheres her folks or whoever would be able to see what it did to the little piece of southern, red-necked trash. Maybe Ti did go to far, but what the hell. We were out for some fun and how was he to know that mom was just about to come out of the barn when he decided to give the little sugar a treat. He only kissed her but mom must have freaked to see her white blond daughter was actually being kissed by a Nigger. Hmm Mother as we ended up calling her was not a bad looking woman at all. Especially when she was damn near old enough to have been knocked up with either myself of Ti. She was likely thirty five at the time I imagine and was a tall, slender woman, with long, brunette hair and very nice boobs. . Mother just took one look at Ti putting them big lips of his on her innocent babys and hollowed loudly, "NIGGER" get away from that girl." I heard it myself, but at the time guess I thought it would be funny to see some hassle for my buddy from this ol bitch. I never imagined at first just what the hell all would happen. Anyhow, mother was hot on her daughter, Karen too. "What the hell are you doing talking to that Nigger? Get away from him before he filthies you anymore." Karen must have been embarrassed, being caught talking to a Nigger and getting herself kissed even though Ti told me he had put the move on her Anyhow, the little slut started her protests as mother moved to take up the guard of her childs virtue. "Nothing Mother. I was telling him to leave but he wouldnt." Karen was trying to cover up that she had actually been talking to a Nigger, as her mother had first called Ti. This LIE to save the little piece of trashs honor was the catalyst that would jump start the whole day careening into the fucking twilight zone and would see me become a rapist and a murderer [course it was all justifiable.] Mother and daughter were just loud enough little cunts that father must have heard cause before anyone knows it he is running down from the barn with a shot gun. Now I suppose if I had seen him, maybe things could have still got diffused, but I thought Ti was just dealing with the bitches still. So both the mother and daughter are telling the father that the "Nigger" has getting uppity and poor Ti is looking at the business end of a lunatic, southern, hillbilly piece-of-white-trash father-with-a-shotgun. It got crazy awfully fast. I guess I saw what the hell was going on and started making for our car to get at my bag. Meanwhile Ti was being marched up to the barn where another girl, about thirteen, Betty Lou, and two twelve-year-old twin boys (Bille and Bobby) came out of the barn to complete this little family get-together. They seemed to have been working in the barn getting stuff ready to sell at their fruit stand, but when father had a shotgun on this Negro that had dared soil his precious, little slut than the other kids just wanted to not miss any of the festivities as the old man just calmly spoke as though he had done it all before, "just going to kill me another Nigger." He pointed the shotgun at Tis head and told him. "Nigger, get your black ass into the barn." He was poking at Ti with the gun as the stupid fucker continued, "boy..... you are about to become a good Nigger a good, dead Nigger." The whole fucking family were all excited about seeing the Nigger die. One of the boys pick up a rock and threw it at Ti, hitting him in the back. They acted as if killing a Nigger was not a big thing in their otherwise, everyday, empty lives. Ti was turning so white that he looked almost like a white man. Sorry, but even given the situation, I just have to say it. He was muttered something like, "please dont kill me" over-and-over. Being white [and maybe cause of my training] no one there had even noticed me as I got myself ready to act. As the old man stepped into the barn behind the clan, I stepped behind him and asked him to drop the shot gun. He looked at me real puzzled like. After all I was white and cause I spoke with a southern accent, I guess "Look man, well just going to kill us this Nigger." The old man didnt realized that Ti and I were together. I let him know otherwise by asking real quiet but solemn like to once again, comply with putting down the shotgun. Guess it was my convincing tones [or maybe the twenty-five automatic pistol I had cocked and stuck in his ear that finally convinced daddy to drop the gun. I always liked to carry that twenty-five because I liked the James Bond books.. I like the Matt Helm books even better, but that was mostly for the more sex. Suppose I digress though. It was just good I had brought along the gun cause it allowed Ti to pick himself up the shot gun and put us in a position to get some payback after the lunatics had damn near put my buddy in the ground. The old man was a real joke as he tried to pathetically still act like it was him with the gun. "Nigger you had better run. You both are in trouble now." He really did not get the picture. I decided to let him know, as it just seemed damn obvious to me that we needed some rightful retribution and there was only about one damn way that would have made any sense to anyone as horny as Ti or I were back then at the moment to get us our payback. It just took one blow to send father to the ground broke his nose good. I snarled at him not to be a hero while Ti kept the shotgun on mother and the kids. Then I tied up the old man and locked the barn door. Actually, it was the first barn I had ever seen with a lock. Oh well Its funny how Ti and I both knew what was going down without saying a word between us. Sure we had discussed it hypothetically over in Vietnam and how we would enjoy doing some of them gook sluts, but we were still state side and this was a white family. It was pretty damn amazing that we were both so eager to get to it with all the danger that could have happened. Ti looked at the little, bleach blonde in the white, mid-calf-length dress. He was mad at the little slut for having almost got his brains blasted out and I just couldnt blame him He grabbed the fifteen year-old cockteaser by the hair and forced her to her knees. He took out his big, black cock like he was simply getting ready to bunk down for the night Only he had never had no white girl submissively at his feet back in the barracks. "You thought it was funny that daddy was going to kill me? Bitch, now you can kiss this Niggers dick." I had seen the boy with a hardon before, but next to that kids face, I was a little in awe. It looked like it would go out the fucking back of her head before he was even half way in. Ti was holding her by the hair and forcing her face toward him. The girl was in terror. The worse nightmare that could happen to a poor little white girl, was about to happen to her. She was about to taste a filthy Nigger cock. I locked the three younger kids in one of the cribs. I wanted them out of the way for now. The mother tried to run, but I grabbed her and held her. I was getting turned on. I made the mother watch her daughter being forced to open her mouth and take in the black cock. Karen may never have held a cock in her mouth before, but she sure was learning fast. Ti was proving to be a good teacher at instructing the finer points on how to go about cock sucking a Niggers dick. The old man was trying to say something, but the twenty five auto that I stuck in his month convinced him to be quite. He was pathetic. He had been so willing to kill, but was a baby all afraid to die. It made me sick. Mommy was begging Ti, "please dont hurt my daughter. You can frig me if you want to, just dont ruin my innocent Karen." Moms invite was the wrong thing to say in front of my horny ears. I ran one hand down the front of her dress. She had just about the nicest boobs that I had ever had my hand on.. My hard on was pressing right against her ass through our clothes as I pressed up behind mother. I could have cum just from rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass and feeling her boobs, but why settle for just a rub off when her holes were mine for the taking. After all, mommy had asked us to fucking frig her, so it wasnt even really rape with her. I was holding Mom with her back to me so she could watch her daughter still while we played ourselves. Meanwhile, Karen was doing a real good job on Tis big, black cock. So good a job, that it was only moments until he was cumming in her mouth. She looked like she was trying to spit back out all that slimy white stuff, but Ti would have none of it and held her tight while she was forced to gag it down. It was pretty messy by the time my good buddy was done filling the kids mouth, throat, and belly with his thick, creamy load. Some of that gooey cum was leaking around the corners of little Karens mouth as Ti pulled out and let her try to start to recover her dignity. Ti released his hold, tightly of her bleach blonde hair and leaned back to rest, Karen sort of fell on the floor of the barn in the dirt where the little piece of white trash now belonged. "Mothers turn now," I told the old lady. "Take off your clothes". I pointed the gun back down at the old man and asked him, "do you mind if your wife shows us her pussy?" Talk about being scared, he was begging, "Please Martha, just do as they say. They will kill me if you dont." I bet the pathetic piece of crap was getting a hard on. As afraid as he was, I know he was getting a hard on from watching his wife and daughter with two young studs like Ti and me. I despised him for being such a coward. At fifteen, I could not image me as being that afraid. I Guess Vietnam was to teach me different, but this story is just about fun stuff. Mommy Martha stood in the middle of the room for a moment. I suppose she thought if she stalled and hoped, that we would all go away or that this might be only a nightmare or something It was her nightmare, only she was not going to awake before it was all finished. She slowly undid the buttons of the dress and started to reveal her goods. After looking toward her husband for support, [and finding none] she let her dress fall to the filthy floor of the barn. Eyes were peeking through the slits in crib where her young children were at to see mommy strip for her lover. Ti yanked the young Karen to her feet. "Bitch, get up there with your mother, she is getting lonely by herself." "You know what to do" Karen walked over to stand next to her mother. She looked like she didnt know what to do at first, but mommy gave her a look through her shamed, tear-filled eyes and the little girl knew than that she was to take off her dress too. The two women standing, both in white bras and half slips, were getting to me. The old man was probably excited as well. I wondered if he had never seen the daughter naked and was looking forward to it or some damn thing like his type did. Both mommy and daughter let the half slips fall to the ground at the same time which left the two of them then, in just their white panties and bras. Karen had James Deans name and "Rebel without a Cause" printed up so pretty and sassy on her panties. "Bras next," Ti smiled from where he rested up to get himself ready to fuck one of the bitches. "Please dont make my daughter do this," Mom begged. "I promised that I will frig real good for you." Mom was too much of a lady to not say fuck. It was going to be so much fun to make her scream Both woman resigned themselves to removing their bras when we gave mom no reply to her renewed offer. Mom had the bigger tits, but I knew Ti would like the girls fifteen-year-old ripe melons. "Now, take off your girls panties," Ti said, in a tone of voice that sent new fear down the moms spine. "Please dont hurt my girl." Then to me she added, "dont let the Nigger frig my little girl." She was begging. "Martha, just do it," the old man whined. He was scared but excited. I saw despite how small it looked, that the old pervert actually still had the hard on. I think the old man really wanted to see his daughters pussy. Mom turned to Karen, reaching for the girls white panties, "I am so sorry, please forgive me, I have to do this to save us all." Mom, using both hands, pulled her daughters panties down her legs. Karen was not a natural blonde. Mom seemed kind of surprised that Karen had hair on her pussy. I suppose Mom still thought of Karen as a little girl. "Now, its your turn." Ti spoke to the girl. Karen did not hesitate. She pulled her mother panties down her fairly toned legs. Karen must have been accepted of the fact that she was going to be raped, by a Nigger. She could see Ti big, black cock standing straight out. I imagine she did not know how such a big thing was going to fit inside her, but she must of just wanted to get her rape over with. Seems to me, that Karen, [if this had all been todays times,] would have been a well fucked slut, by that time but this was the sixties, and girls did not do that. At least they didnt and than talk about it. Karen was going to be shamed but good and so was mommy. I was in heaven. I had two naked women before me. Proper woman mine for the taking. It was something that I had dreamed about for years. I could not wait. I got the mom, and pushed her to the ground. The barn floor was rough, but I did not care. I pulled my pants down to my knees and mounted the helpless mother while all her kids and her wimp-husband watched. Ti did the same to big sister Karen. Mother and daughter, side-by-side. Both with a hard dick getting ready to fuck inside their unwilling, unready pussies. I forced my way inside the mothers pussy. It took several tries to get all the way in. Both women were grunting and moaning, partial in pain because their pussys were not ready to be fucked. Unfortunately, it did not take me long to cum. It was easiest, the best pussy I had ever had. I came long, and hard, and deep inside the mothers pussy. Ti had already cum once in the girls month. So he was taking his time fucking the girls sweet, white forbidden pussy. "Mom, are you getting turned on watching my black ass rip your little, white daughters pussy wide open?" Ti grunted as he continued to ruin their pride-and-joy. Mom didnt know how to respond to that statement. She had never seen another pussy being fucked in her whole life. Now she was seeing a huge, black cock hammering away at her sweet, young, lily-white daughter. I told her to answer or else. "No. You are making me, sick." I smacked mom across the face Hard. "Wrong answer, you racist bitch. Now you better answer again, and you had better make it good." Mom was so frantically despondent. Her worst nightmare, seeing a Nigger rape her daughter, was happening. Her husband was being humiliated. She had been raped herself and had a strange mans cum inside her cunt. And the funny feeling she was getting from watching the large, black cock fucking in-and-out of a white pussy [her precious daughters white pussy] was beyond her ability to admit even to herself. She knew she had to do it though. Even if it made her look like a low white-trash whore in front of her children and husband. She could even see her younger children watching from the slits in the crib. "Yes, I love to watch you frig my daughter." A look at Ti told her that she was not done. "Please frig my little girl some more, she loves to be fucked by your big, black cock." The words she used surprised her. She never said fucked or cock, ever. What were her children and husband thinking? Would they every be able to look her in the face after they had seen their mother being raped by strangers and than admitting she liked her daughter being Niggerd? Mom did want to live and she wanted her family to live. They had to understand. Her horror of being raped had happen now, all she could do was pray that it all was about to be over with and if giving the Nigger his verbal request, than mom would submit. After all when her husband gave her, her weekly screwing, it only took about three minutes, and then it was over with for a week so she really had no way to understand how. the Nigger was still even raping her daughter all this time after already cumming once. It had been almost half an hour and he was still humping her daughter. He HAD to be almost finished Maybe Niggers were just animals. Maybe they could fuck better than white men. It just had to end. Mom could see to her horror, that daughter looked liked she was beginning to enjoy the vigorous fucking. Karen could see her father watching too. She could understand his look of anger, but not the tent in his pants housing his hard on, caused by the sight of his oldest daughter being raped by a Nigger. She could not understand that part of daddys anger look in his lust filled eyes, was because some Nigger was fucking his daughter before he could. Then the old man made a major mistake. He shouted out. "I am going to kill you both, when I get lose." It was a mistake, because I believed him. He did not realize that we were being paid eighty dollars a month to kill some yellow men an ocean away. Men who had really never done us any wrong. It boiled down that if you could kill someone, yellow, far away, than you could certainly kill someone white, close by. By now I had had enough of the old man. He was getting on my nerves in a major way and had sickened me how weak he was. I grabbed him and dragged him to a stall in the back of the barn. My ranger training came in handy. I didnt even waste a bullet on him. He died easily, and he died with his dick still hard. When I came back from dispatching the trash, the mother was standing there still naked, and totally frighten. She knew what had happened. She knew that she could be next. Ti had finished fucking Karen. Karen was still laying on her back, completed worn out. She was looking up at Ti like a young girl in love. Her first fuck must have been a good one. Ti was looking at me. He knew that something had happened to the old man. He was not for sure what to do next. Mother dropped to her knees and begged me not to kill them all. I really did not want to do that. Not to the woman that gave me my first fuck. OK, it was not her choice, but I found it hard to kill her too. "Please", she begged, tears flowing. "Dont kill us, I promise we will never tell." She kept repeating, over and over. Karen had wrapped her arms around Tis legs, counting on the man who had just fucked her so well to protect her. Ti liked having the little, white, blonde girl in love with him. "If you let your boys fuck you, then I know that you will not tell." "I cant do that. Please anything but that." "OK," was all I said, as I pointed the gun at her. Totally beaten, she got up and walked over to the crib and let the children out. She took one of the boys by hand and led him to a blanket in the corner. "Honey, let mommy play with your dick." Her son did not want to, or at least did not want to when all the people were watching. "Bille, please do not make this any harder on your mommy. I have to do this." Bille stood and let his mom undo his belt and pull his pants down. She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it until her son had gotten good and hard. Then she guided him into her pussy. Ti cock sucking lesson to Karen, had taught her mother something too. Little Bille had been watching. It did not take him long to get into the spirit of things. In a second he was fucking his mother, like the slut she was becoming. It was exciting to watch the little one on top of his mom. His tiny, hard dick moving rapidly in-and-out of the very same pussy that he had come from. His twin brother, did not need any encouragement. He was standing next to his mother with dick in hand, waiting his turn at her pussy. Ti and I left just as Little Bobby was taking his turn at fucking his mom. Mother was in for a long, hard night. Bille was playing with dick, getting it ready for another turn at moms pussy. Ti took Karen with him. Karen was in love with Ti. Ti like fucking her white pussy. I took Betty Lou with me. I wanted the taste of a virgin. We had thirty days of heaven. It as great to be riding down the road. Me or Ti in the front seat driving, the other in the back seat. Having two willing girls to suck your dick anytime you wanted. After a couple of weeks, Ti sold Karen to a Negro family in New Orleans. I kept Betty Lou for my personal pussy. She was just too good to let go. Outside of Atlanta, Betty Lou, picked up two young girls for Ti and I to rape. She even helped hold one of the girls down. While I was in Vietnam, Betty Lou stayed in a hotel in Japan. She was, and is the best piece of pussy I ever had. Her mother made up some story about a gang of Niggers (of course) who had killed the old man and ran off with the girls. The two boys had four children with their mother according to Betty Lou No one knew which was the father of any of the kids, but I suppose it did not matter. Eleven months, six days in the Nam, Ti was killed. A tank was hit, and was in flames. Ti was able to pull one man to safety but the rocket went off as Ti tried to go in for the second man. He was the best man I ever knew and it saddened me greatly that we never did get to go back and have that family-reunion that we wanted. Oh well Maybe one day me and Tis son from Karen will carry on the old mens legacy. In the meantime all I can do is share the confession [of rape and murder] Hope you all enjoyed it. Chris can be written at Mkarls mail is mkarl2000@hotmail.com Keep an eye out for new work from both writers coming very soon to a porn site near you March 30/2000 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+