Breaking Katchen

I've done some pretty nasty things today, diary. The situation had gotten completely out of hand, and one thing had led to another... I'm a reasonable man, usually, but there's only so much I can take before I snap. Today, I think, has been proof enough of that. I don't know why I'm writing this down; if I'm caught, this is journal's going to be my passport to prison. I have to collect my thoughts somehow, though. You can't write legibly if you're insane, can you?

I could plead temporary insanity, of course, but there was too much time to think. A lot of Katchen's suffering was pre-meditated, and I'm no idiot. That kind of planning just won't wash in court. But I don't intend on going there any time soon. She broke my heart, that girl. I'm not giving her up until I've broken a few things back.

What do you do when you find out your girl's fucking another man behind your back? There's not really any protocol for it. No real solid course of action. Maybe you should argue, let her deny it, let her insult your intelligence with more lies? Or maybe you should get a big fucking hammer, like I did, and cave the sonofabitch's head in while they're doing it in your bed, while you're supposed to be out working for a living, and then drag the screaming bitch down the stairs and out to the shed, so you can lock her up and let her sweat for a while.

We live in a rural area. And by rural, I mean we live in the sticks. We're really out of the way. It's miles to a local shop, and even further to the town. Katchen had insisted upon it years ago, when we decided to get a place of our own. She's a girl that likes the fresh air and the rolling hills. It's a real pity she's going to spend the rest of her short, miserable life locked in a dark little shed, isn't it? Well, it was her decision two-fold. Her idea to live where nobody could hear her scream, and her choice to give me cause to hurt her.

I'd been given the morning off work. That's how I found out. Isn't it always how men inadvertantly find these things out? I felt like I was in a fucking soap opera.

Well, I let her scream obscenities and howl away for a while. I had a body to dispose of: the dead nigger in my bedroom. I walked back into the house and scaled the stairs, suddenly terrified. What if I hadn't killed him? I realised with an almost paralysing dread that I hadn't even checked. I'd just struck him once and moved onto Katchen. I stalked up the last few stairs and crept along the corridor. I stood there for a few moments, my heart pounding, my ears listening painfully for any sound that might indicate movement; the way you behave when you wake up late at night convinced that you've heard a noise downstairs, and that a burglar might be in the house.

I peered into the room cautiously, half-expecting the nigger to grab me and for us to wrestle. But his body was still there on the bed, as lifeless as I'd left it. The back of his head glistened darkly with blood, and our white sheets were pretty much ruined. I'm no expert, but I figured Persil's new and improved formula wasn't going to cut it. Those sheets were going to have to be burned. But first things first.

I dragged the nigger out of the house and disposed of him in the best way I saw fit. I'm not going to write it down here, because it'll only exacerbate things if I'm caught. Besides, he doesn't deserve to be found. And I intend to desecrate his make-shift grave every time nature calls.

I went back to visit Katchen. She'd stopped screaming by this point, I guess she'd exhausted herself with her struggles. When I opened the door, she'd stared at me with wide, brown eyes, panic-stricken and very much afraid. Her face was soaked with tears and she tried to wriggle away from me, but there wasn't really anywhere for her to go. Still, almost adorably, she pushed herself up against one wall and kicked her feet, as if trying to pass through it. I'd bound her wrists and ankles with some fencing wire that I'd used to help repair one of the farmer's fences when a few of his cattle managed to break through it last year. I'm a nice guy, after all. I still had some left over. Why not put it to good use?

"What's the matter, bitch?" I taunted her. "Are you just upset because you aren't gonna get anymore nigger dick, or are you scared because I just might bludgeon the shit out of you as well?"

I didn't know that such a coarse and vile side to me had existed, but when I looked at Katchen now, I felt as though all moral barriers just fell away. She'd hurt me so much, there aren't words to even describe it. She was my world, that girl; my reason for living and breathing and I'd have given her everything. I had wanted to grow old with her. And then, one morning, I find she's been fucking some asshole behind my back and it destroyed me. And what was left behind? Well, it's who's writing now. The monster who's going to tell you all about how he got his revenge.

Chapter Two

"What's the matter honey, lost for words?" I still had the hammer in my hands. Its flat, stubby head was smeared with his blood. I took a step towards her. She yelped, and kicked out again, pushing her back up against the wall even harder. I grinned. "Missing him already, are you? Don't be upset, pumpkin. There's some of him in this very room with us."

Her bleary eyes focused on the hammer. Her rapid breathing turned into hyperventhilation, and I laughed. "Why don't you give him a kiss?"

I knelt down in front of her and pushed the hammer's head against her lips, trying to force it into her mouth. She squealed and tried to turn her head away, so I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her steady.

"Go on, bitch. Kiss your lover goodbye," I said, and rammed the hammer into her mouth. She screamed into the metal and thrashed on the floor, but it was no use. The nigger's blood was smeared all around her mouth and on her lips, and no doubt she was tasting his cold, dead blood in her mouth right now. Fresh tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

"Fuck you, whore!" I shouted, yanking the hammer back. I threw it away and it clattered on the ground behind me. "You don't get to feel sorry for yourself! You did this, Katchen, do you understand me?! You brought all of this on yourself!"

I stopped and listened to her sobbing for a few moments. She wrecks my life and what? She cries over the dead nigger? There was no way I was letting her get away with that.

"So, what? Feeling unfulfilled, were we? I wasn't good enough for you? Or maybe you're just a cock-hungry slut, is that it? Couldn't get enough of that big, black dick, huh?"

"Please," Katchen tried to speak, so I hit her in the face.

"You don't ever get to speak to me again without permission, whore. You're so far beneath me that I find it insulting. No; if you want to talk, you'll ask for my approval first. Got it?"

She just groaned.

"Fucking pig," I spat. "If you like dick so much, all you had to do was say!"

I rose to my feet and started to unzip my pants. The stupid bitch was getting what she deserved, I reasoned. She wanted to fuck? Well, she'd get to fuck. It was all I planned to let her do with her life now. Poetic justice, really. First, though, a little foreplay. Girls love foreplay; Katchen especially liked it when I'd kiss her neck. I knelt in close, my lips brushing against her clavicle. She jerked, trying to pull away again, so I just wrapped my fingers in her hair and yanked, keeping her steady. I kissed her neck, tenderly at first, and then bit her hard. She screamed.

I stood up, laughing, and pulled my dick out.

"Suck me," I demanded. "Or I'll take the hammer over there and put you out of your misery too. Maybe you and the nigger can hook up in hell."

Her ample chest heaving, Katchen reluctantly took my dick in her mouth. I spat in her face. "Suck, stupid! Don't just sit there holding it, like some fucking retard."

Katchen started suckling on my cock, swirling her soft, wet tongue around the head, starting to pump her face back and forth as my tool grew in her mouth.

"Look at me, slut," I told her, and she did. She stared up at me with big, brown doe-eyes and sucked my dick. My saliva drooled down her left cheek where I'd spat on her. She looked fucking pathetic; so degraded. I loved it. It was time to get a little bit rougher, though. I twisted my hand in her hair and took firm grip of her head, and started forcing my dick down her throat. She gagged and choked instantly, but that didn't stop me. I fucked her face, ramming my dick down her throat, listening to the meaty thwack of my balls slapping on her chin and the wet gurgles she gagged out, uselessly trying to breathe with my fat prick lodged in her windpipe.

"Cocksucker," I told her. "Yeah, suck my dick, you worthless slut. This is all you're good for now; sucking cock. I'm gonna keep you here in this shed, cocksucker. Fuck your face whenever I feel like."

After a while, after what must've seemed like an eternity for poor, degraded Katchen, my dick twitched in her throat and I filled her tummy with hot, thick gouts of spunk. She coughed and spluttered, but swallowed it all.

"Good little cocksucker," I told her.

"Please," she croaked, her throat raw from the brutal fucking I'd just given it. "Let me say something?"

"No, slut." I said. "I don't give a shit what you have to say right now."

Katchen never would let me fuck her in the ass. She was a feisty girl in the sack, but that was the one place I couldn't put it. She was so terrified that it'd hurt. So what better a thing to do next, than to hurt and terrify her?

"Get onto your knees, cocksucker. Crawl towards me a bit," I said, watching as Katchen fearfully obeyed, crawling towards me. I cut a length of fencing wire and looped it round her neck, and fastened her to a shelf above her head. She was tethered like a dog. God it was hot. There she was: naked, on her knees in a damp, grotty shed, having just sucked my dick until it had exploded down her throat, looking completely helpless and vulnerable. I walked behind her. Her ass had always been her best feature. That perfect, heart-shaped ass had always been off-limits, but now I owned her. With one, muddy boot, I kicked her in the small of the back, sending her sprawling forwards to the ground. Her leash pulled taut around her neck.

I pushed my dick against her asshole, slowly forcing it in. She started screaming immediately, begging me to stop, pleading for me to take it out. I slapped my hand on her meaty ass hard; hard enough to leave a blotchy red hand print on her gorgeous white skin.

"Shut the fuck up, slut," I said. "You know this is what you want. A nice, big dick in your ass. Don't tell me it's not true, a whore like you. All you think about is dicks filling you up. Tell me it's true. Go on, whore."

Katchen just cried, her little hands forming balls as I buried my dick balls-deep in her ass. God, she was so tight. And her ass was spasming so deliciously, squeezing my dick. I slapped her ass again, hard.

"I gave you an order, bitch!"

"Ahh!" Katchen mewled. "Please... all I think about... is dicks filling me up."

"Use your own words, you dumb slut. Don't just copy me."

"Ngh, it hurts!"

"It'll hurt so much more if you don't start fucking doing as I tell you," I warned, smacking her ass again. I loved the way her flesh jiggled when I struck it. I pulled out of her ass completely, only to impale it again in one quick thrust. Katchen wailed.

"I... love cocks in me," she said, forcing confession. "Please fuck me... I need to fuck..."

"That's the best you can do? You aren't even trying. I bet you whispered all sorts of nasty things to that nigger." I was really fucking her now, ramming in and out of her, leaning down on her slender form, crushing her body with my own. I reached under to maul one of her tits with my hand, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. She used to like it when I gently squeezed her nipples, but now I was tugging on them as though I planned to pull them off, and she was screeaming the shed down.

"AAAaghh!" She howled, begging me to stop, pleading and whining until she was just mumbling desperate jibberish. I kept fucking her ass, hard, unrelenting until I came, shooting my load into her bowels and collapsing on top of her. We lay like that for a little while; Katchen sobbing quietly underneath me.

After a bit, I got up. I wiped my dick on a handful of her hair and left the shed.

"Sweet dreams, you dumb bitch," I called back after her. "I'll see you in the morning!"

Oh, the plans I have in store for that slut! This world was new to me, but I was always an inventive fellow. Okay, feasibly, I knew this couldn't last. If Katchen's family didn't raise an alarm soon, the nigger's would. I'm pretty fucked, realistically speaking.

But hey, so's Katchen. And in the meantime, I'm going to make sure she's fucked a lot.

Might as well have some fun with my freedom while I still can, right?