Night Jogger 2 (Noncon)

They’re telling women to stay indoors at night now, smart move. I’m not gonna break into someone’s house, I’m not smart enough to pick a lock or nimble enough to climb into an open window without attracting unwanted attention. It’s been months now since I’ve had suitable prey, I’m fucking itching.

I’ve raped and killed seven women now, and not always in that order. Some I bludgeoned to death, some I strangled, some I stabbed, and all of them I came inside. I can feel the walls closing in on me, only a matter of time before I’m caught. It doesn’t matter, soon as I’m in that position, I’ll pull a weapon and run straight at the cops, wind up as another unsatisfying conclusion on a true crime podcast. Before that happens though, I want to go out on a high note, and I think I know how I want to do it. Bloodier, messier, more drawn out than I’d ever done before.

288 6th Street, girl who lives there lives alone and works nights, no pets, no home security system, no Ring cameras on the block. Wednesday through Sunday, she leaves for her job at 8:45pm like clockwork.

I mentioned I wasn’t gonna break into a house, but I never said nothing about a car. She drives a 30 year old Ford Ranger, truck’s probably older than her, and comes with a massive security flaw: with a little bit of know-how, you can unlock the doors with just the antenna.

8:30pm, I jimmied the door open and hid myself as well as I could. I was lucky, the truck was parked in an especially dark area, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to stay hidden.

8:45pm, I heard her close her front door and, gun in hand, I waited patiently for her to open the door. I was hidden in the second row of seating, when she hopped in the driver’s seat I pressed the gun to her head and gave her instructions to the park where I’d taken many of my previous victims, told her I’d let her go if she didn’t fight back or try to run. After I was done lying through my teeth, she put the truck in gear and followed the directions I’d given her to a tee. Left out of her driveway, then another left at the first intersection. Right onto the highway, take the first exit off, left off of the off ramp, right down the side street just past the Taco Bell, park on the left side of the street.

Having arrived, we both exited the truck. She looked hollow, like she already accepted her fate. I guided her to the trail, telling her to walk and that I’d let her know when to stop and where to turn.

“You’re him, aren’t you? The night jogger killer?”

I said nothing, just pressed the barrel of my gun into the small of her back.

“Why do this? Is rape not enough for you? Or are you just too much of a coward to go to jail?”

I tried so hard not to give in to my rage, not yet at least, but being called a coward made me see red. Who was this worthless bitch to assume anything about me? What gave her the right?

Without even thinking, I hit the base of her skull with the butt of my gun, causing her to cry out in pain and tumble forward onto the dirt path. I felt my cock throb in excitement, I couldn’t stop now. I kicked her ribs, over and over until it felt like my foot was going to fall off. She was coughing and struggling to breathe, I probably cracked at least a couple ribs. Good.

I began tearing off her leggings, and in the struggle she actually managed to kick my chin. The bitch fucking kicked me.

I grabbed her by her hair and slammed her face into the ground over and over again as she gasped for air, before getting up and grabbing a stick I’d spotted on the ground earlier and began hitting her ass with it like how you’d cane a disobedient child.

I hit her with the stick til it snapped in half, creating a jagged tip. Her pants were already most of the way down, so after taking them the rest of the way, I shoved the broken stick up her asshole as far as I could, then I stomped it in even further. Over and over again, forcing it in her inch by inch as she cried out and threw up from the pain.

“I think it tore through my intestines!” she managed to cry between heaves.

Holding the gun to the side of her stomach, maybe two inches above her hip, I decided it was time to rape her. I forced myself in her pussy as she sobbed and fucked her as hard as I could while rubbing her face in her own vomit.

The rhythm of her sobs, the thrusts, my breath, I got so caught up in everything, and then she shifted weight ever so slightly. I didn’t even think about it, I just pulled the trigger.

“AGH FUCK” the dumb bitch cried out, and I was so fucking enraged by the fact that she disobeyed me and made noise that I didn’t even think about how loud the gunshot was, and I certainly wasn’t thinking about how loud the one that blew the bottom of her jaw off would be.

Seeing her in such a pathetic state made me cum almost instantly. My whole plan was ruined, I was going to make her my masterpiece, my swan song, but instead I shot her twice and came early. The rage began to boil over and I just couldn’t control anything anymore

THUNK

THUNK

THUNK CRACK

THUNK

THUNK SQUELCH

SQUELCH

SQUELCH

SQUELCH

I beat her head in with the butt of my gun until there was nothing but blood, brains, and bone fragments left. Standing up, cum and blood dripping from my cock, I pissed all over her mutilated corpse. One last fuck you from me, before I emptied the rest of my magazine full of 9mm “fuck you’s” into her chest.

Seeing her body like that, I couldn’t help it, I got hard again. Each wound had red, iron rich Viagra oozing out of it, and I decided to fuck one of the exit wounds from her gunshot. It felt so tight and warm, and I felt such power violating her like this. I came quickly again but felt satisfaction this time, not anger.

I saw the blue and reds in the distance and knew I had to get out of there quick. Opposite side of the park as me, I had at least five minutes to get out of there.

I made it back to her truck, covered in blood, piss, and cum. It didn’t matter, I felt like a fucking god. The engine roared back to life and I floored the pedal, making another clean break for my house. Soon as I ditched the truck and made sure it wouldn’t get traced back to me, I was in the clear, and then I could start planning my next attack. Maybe I would try my hands at a home invasion next time