A sneak peek
Here's the first chapter of my 2nd book, Psychotic Escaping Justice, it's still in the first draft stage but I thought I'd let y'all have a butchers so you can tell me what you think...
PSYCHOTIC
Julie Newton
As I drive down here tonight I need to once again remind myself that looking through people's bedroom windows is a numbers game and sooner or later I'm going to see some fit young bird lying spread eagled, naked on her bed, frigging herself off. Law of averages. Surely. Unfortunately though in all the years I've been doing this I've seen nothing, well, I say nothing, I got a bit over excited at seeing a massive pair of tits before I realised it was a fucking
Jordan poster on someone's wall. And I saw some sixty year old woman in a bra once, it was shit. But I knocked one out over it anyway. I wish she'd keep the fucking noise down back there. The banging and bashing from the car boot is doing my fucking head in. If she'd just chill out for a bit it will all be over. I'm letting her go free you see; she's a lucky one. Well, not so much her being lucky as me being a bit sloppy in all honesty.
I had it all worked out and slaved tirelessly to make sure there'd definitely be nothing linking back to me with the rest of them. I chose incredibly carefully after the close shave I'd had with the first one and the rest were planned to perfection but I let too much emotion creep back in this time and that's never a good idea, not that my choices aren't emotive; they most certainly are. It's just that I can't really justify doing it to someone who doesn't truly deserve it and I can't have it link back to me.
This one was different though, I knew her. Julie Newton. When I started at primary school she used to sit next to me and for my first year of school she used to spend a large proportion of the day with her hand on my cock and balls. I was too young to get a hardon but not so young that I didn't enjoy it. Then in the second year, much to my disappointment, she ended up sat somewhere else.
I didn't have much to do with her after that until a couple of years later when it came to moving to junior school and I was put next to her again. On the first day I was looking forward to seeing what her reaction would be when my cock started to swell in her hands but she didn't try and touch it. Eventually after a couple of weeks I plucked up the courage to suggest that she gave it a grab and she looked horrified, she raised her hand and grassed me up in front of the whole class. It was seriously embarrassing. That's not why she's locked in the boot though.
When we went to high school the classes were split up to match the intelligence level of the pupils, she was in class one (stupid) and I was in class two (a little bit less stupid). I would like to point out at this point that I was never actually stupid, school just held little interest for me, she wasn't stupid either and our paths crossed again when we were both promoted to class four in the third year.
Now, for the first two years of school all the bright kids had been learning German so when we got moved up we were two years behind, the teacher eventually told us that it was probably for the better if we found an empty classroom and spent the double period studying.
Boy did we study, biology mainly. By the time we'd reached the third year Julie had developed into a seriously fit looking bird. She was taller than most of the boys and had an excellent figure, great legs and to this day the best pair of soft, large pert breasts I have ever squeezed. Her hair was blonde, eyes were blue, her features were perfect and she had skin like porcelain.
It all started off quite innocent, she used to get me to play with her hair as she rested her head on the table but as thee weeks progressed she asked me to tickle her back, then she'd un-tuck her school shirt so I could touch her skin, every time my had passed across her bra straps I had to struggle not shoot a load straight into my pants.
As the weeks progressed I got more and more confident and slowly started making my way around the front, her tight perfect stomach at first and then her breasts, over the bra. Soon I progressed to removing the bra and spending the best part of the hour just softly caressing her tits.
Then one day Julie brought her mates diary in and we sat and read it, a particular bit we were interested in was an entry in which she mentioned being fingered. Her friend was known as Kit Kat around the lads changing rooms because more than one person had got four fingers up her. She didn't mention this in her diary though, it was quite a blunt entry in all honesty, it simply said '24th August, Jamie came around to mine when mum and dad were at bingo. Sucked tits and fingered. Julie mentioned that this was something she had never done, of course I offered to do it for her, and explained that I'd never done it before either. She told me to tickle her legs, to start at the bottom and work my way up. So I did.
Slowly working my way up those smooth, long, pale legs, my brain doing two jobs at once, concentrating on making sure I was doing the best delicate soft stroking I had ever done and concentrating on not exploding in my school trousers. This particular part started to get really difficult as I got the knee because I had to start pushing her skirt up slowly.
Once I'd got to the top of her legs she opened them and I began to rub her, first on the outside of her white cotton knickers and then once I started to feel them get damp I moved slowly to the inside. At this point she leaned over and started to kiss me, I was amazed. She was good looking and popular and I was a nobody, yet here I was copping off with her, my hand rubbing her warm, wet, virginal vagina. She undid my trousers and grabbed my cock, she started buy just squeezing it slowly for a while before she went for it and began pulling me off.
If there's one good thing she taught me it was fucking cock control and I held on as long as possible. Looking back on it I could have done a much better job, I didn't even know what a clitoris was at that age so I just fucked her with my finger, it must have been pretty crap for her. It wasn't for me though; I eventually came just as the bell for the next class rang. I couldn't believe what had happened and I was busting to shout it from the roof tops. I confided in my mate Andrew and the cunt went up and asked her to see if I was bullshitting. She was horrified but rather than just deny it she made it worse. She told him it did happen and that I had a tiny penis. Which I don't have by the way.
So for the rest of school I was cursed with a nick name that to this day if someone who knew me back then sees me is still used. My name is Jeremy Wilkinson, but I got called Will for short, after this incident I was 'two mil will'.
The following two years were horrible and that's why I wanted to get my revenge on her, I wanted to beat her, then tie her up, then show her what my 'two mil will' could do.
Emotion had crept in and damn nearly ruined everything. It's like being on the school bus with aching bollocks all over again. She's there in the boot, half naked, gagged and bound and I could have her whenever I want but that would leave a trace. It's a fucking shame. That was my first rule; don't have sex with them, no matter how much you want to.
So I'm going to just drop her off in the middle of nowhere. I've been careful; I'm pretty sure she's not seen me or heard me speak and she doesn't know where she's been, where she's going or what sort of car she's in. Although she does know it has a spacious boot.
It's probably partly her fault I became fixated with sex. God only knows how much different I would have turned out if I hadn't had my cock and balls fondled for the best part of a year when I was four years old, although at least when she did it I liked it, not like when that fucking bastard did it.
I'm impressed with how I caught her though it was great. I'd seen an article in the Gazette about sloppy police work and potential corruption within the local force and noticed her name below it, I didn't even know it was definitely her, she was certainly old enough to have got married and it's not the most unusual name but Holme Bridge isn't a big place and I was going to fucking find out. I called her pretending to be a police officer, her voice sounded familiar which gave me a bit of confidence, I told her I had some very important information that should be put into the public domain and I arranged to meet her in the car park of the Nobody Inn, a pub that's been closed for about two years now, I told her I was choosing there so that I wouldn't be seen and insisted on anonymity.
I was actually choosing there because I can see it easily from my attic room, the pub's just a ruin now, it was always doomed, some freak was looking after it that died in a car crash, which I narrowly avoided by the way. Then once it re-opened it wasn't long before another car came speeding around the corner and hit it, it was a tragic but fucking funny accident. It was a husband and wife and she'd been sucking him off whilst he was driving, he must have lost concentration and as he rounded the corner he smashed the car into the side of the pub, when the fire brigade removed the wreckage they found them both dead. In the impact of the smash as the front of the car buckled the steering wheel had jammed the woman's head by her bloke's crotch and forced her mouth closed. She was removed with his detached cock stuck down her throat.
Then last year a trucker was coming around the corner and passed out, it turned out he was diabetic and driving illegally, his truck went straight into the side of the pub. He survived as it happens, but a lot of the locals didn't, and nor did the pub. The fire brigade failed to realise that the Lorry being stuck there was the only thing holding the fucking pub up so when they removed it around two thirds of the building collapsed.
Due to some small print loop hole the insurers didn't pay up so the brewery just made the remainder safe, it sits there bordered up, propped up with metal stilts and bouldered in. They always put boulders around everything that's derelict around here, especially abandoned car parks; it stops the Gypsies getting their caravans in. Christ they even occupied a car park that was still in use not long ago, it took ages for the police to get rid of them, it's not like they could clamp them I suppose; that'd just ensure they stayed. They sent out a gypsy liaison officer from the council to negotiate with them. A fucking gypsy liaison officer! I never even knew such a thing existed. Now they've cleared off but some smart arse has meddled with the tariff sign, it reads one hour – sixty pence, two hours – a pound, gypsies – free for a week.
I digress, back to the point. I've been experimenting with different types of poison and venoms over the last six years and I've built up quite a collection of highly illegal pets and concoctions and have had varying degrees of success over time, I've become quite the expert now. I decided to try saxitoxin on this occasion; it's found in marine algae but sometimes finds its way into shellfish and poisons people if they eat it. It was a risky choice because I'd not tried it out on my guinea pig and was fully aware that too much could give her respiratory failure and not enough would simply make her very ill. The effect I needed was temporary paralysis. I wanted her to realise what was going on to a certain extent. Chloroform would be good if it behaved the way they lead you to believe on television but I found out that both the dosage and results are a lot more complex than they ever seemed on the A-Team or Knight Rider. Mind you even if it was as simple as popping a few drops on a hanky and shoving it around somebody's mouth to knock them out it'd be pretty boring. Even if it knocked them out for long enough you wouldn't be able to really scare them. Something that stops the body from functioning but keeps the senses aware is much more fun, you can still do what you want but you get the satisfaction of knowing that they're aware of what's going on and just can't do anything about it.
I knew from looking on the web that only zero point two milligram's was a lethal dose for a human so I'd carefully measured out half that, mixed it with a shot of vodka and put it in a syringe. Most standard injections have an alcohol base you see and vodka is a pretty clean spirit so it works quite well. I just needed to keep my fingers crossed that she'd not put on a shit load of weight since we left school or the effects could be compromised.
The easiest way to actually administer this particular substance is through food but there was no guarantee I could get her back here to do that (certainly not without her seeing my face) and in this game you need to keep one step ahead all the time, I made more than my fair share of mistakes at the beginning but I could afford to back then. Nowadays the fucking police are all over the place like a bastard rash.
Once I'd got the toxin sorted I unpacked the small manual ventilator I'd had delivered a few weeks earlier and read the instructions to make sure that if she did end up getting short of breath I'd be able to keep her alive. I couldn't believe it was so simple to use, simply pop the mask over her face and depress and release the plastic balloon attached to it. Simple. And a fucking rip off, it cost me nearly two hundred quid.
So, I was sorted, my toxin and my safeguard were ready, now it was just a matter of timing. The land the pub sits on is square and the car park is like a U shape, the base of the U going around the back of what's left of the boozer, I'd arranged to meet her at midnight as all the old dears that live surrounding the pub would definitely be tucked up in bed and I was sat in my darkened attic room looking through the windows with the binoculars waiting for her to arrive. My eyes kept straining as it was so dark and I was concerned that I might not be able to see her arrive but my fears were quashed because at about five past I saw a pair of headlights pull on to the street before stopping by the boulders, she was driving an old Lexus, I was surprised because I thought that the Gazette would pay shit money. Perhaps she was freelance or had a boyfriend with a bit of cash or something. As she exited the car I zoomed in on the vehicle to make sure there wasn't anybody else in it. It was clear.
I popped on my Jacket, scarf and baseball cap, carefully put my syringe and ventilator into each pocket and set off out. I sprinted around the corner and as soon as I had the pub in view I began to walk casually, she could see me but I was too far away for her to be able to identify me properly, even if it was daylight I had the cap low and the scarf high. I waved and she waved back, I figured if I waved first that she wouldn't see it as a threat when I started running towards her, maybe she'd just assume I was getting a wriggle on because I was late. It worked, I ran towards her with my head bowed slightly but instead of slowing down as I got closer to her I charged full pelt at her. As we fell to the floor I got the syringe from my pocket and pumped my concoction into her thigh. She struggled for a small while, biting my hand as I tried to keep her mouth shut but she didn't make much noise.
Then she started to convulse and I was concerned that the dosage was wrong but after a few seconds her legs stopped moving, the rest of her was still moving like she had an electric current going through her but their was definitely no resistance from the legs. After what seemed like another ten seconds or so this had spread until just her head was shaking then a few seconds after that she stopped. I rolled her over, took off my scarf and tied it around her eyes as I was unsure weather she'd be able to see me or not in her state. Then I went through her pockets and found her car keys, I pressed the unlock button and carried her over. She wasn't very heavy and I was concerned that the shot might have killed her. I didn't have time to piss about checking at this point though and opened the back doors of the car. It was a shit hole inside, it was obviously hers and by the look of it this was her office. Papers and notes scattered in and amongst the empty food packets and empty Volvic bottles. I picked her up and threw her on all the crap across the backseat before getting in and driving away.
I was aware that if she knew what was going on, there would be a good chance she could narrow down a police search if I only drove around the corner and it could potentially cause me problems later on so I took a drive for twenty or so minutes on the country lanes around
Holme
Bridge before returning home. I had to stop a couple of times to ventilate her, every now and then she'd do a dry gasp and panic would shoot through me. Once I got to my street I had a good look around before I risked opening my garage door, the coast was clear, so I pressed the button on my keys to open it and carefully, quietly reversed the Lexus in before pressing the button again to lower the door. Once inside I got out of the car and carried her through the internal door and into the house.
I laid her carefully on the floor whilst I went back to lock the car and the door. Once I was back in the house I opened the basement hatch and went down to check everything was in order. The shackles were secure, the room was clean, mattress was clean and all of the tanks and cages were in order.
I brought her down and laid her on the mattress, then carefully removed all of her outer clothing, not for any sexual reason just yet; I just wanted to dispose of the clothes to make sure that any trace of me was wiped from them.
Once I'd finished I put the clothes into a bin bag for later disposal, then I went into my bedroom and turned on the P.C. I have a web cam set up down there and as I watched her lying lifeless and limp I wanked, it felt good to be able to do it for me this time and I came almost immediately. As soon as I had and the excitement had lifted reality and remorse landed on me like gravity on steroids. What a fucking idiot. Everybody I went to school with knew I had a grudge against her and unlike the rest of my victims she'd done absolutely nothing seriously wrong. I knew I'd just have to wait a while and then dump her off somewhere. Her car posed problems of it own, but with my contacts in the trade shifting a dodgy motor wasn't too tricky a business. |