Chapter 4 - Bagging The Bitch
The next morning was the start of another beautiful summer day. Small
birds twittered and burbled liquidly as the sun rose in a fiery crimson blaze.
Her callipygous hips swayed hypnotically inside her slinky black dress
as Karen pumped along smoothly in shiny black high heels. The slim blond moved
with elegant arrogance into the elevator. A compulsive early riser, Karen felt
that she accomplished a lot more first thing in the morning than the lazy
lay-a-beds did in the whole rest of the day.
On another note, she wondered how much she smelled like a cunt after a
hard night's fucking. Her lesbian encounters were particularly rich in cunt
juice. Last night, Bobbi had been energetic, knowledgeable and tireless. Karen
had a sneaking suspicion that, no matter how hard she scrubbed, the next morning
she still smelt like a porked cuntlet.
Just as the elevator doors were shutting, a hand inserted itself and
they were forced open again. Karen rolled her eyes and waited impatiently as
Frederick Edward Hanover, dressed in a janitor's uniform, pushed a big plastic
trashcan on wheels into the elevator. He studied the panel and pressed a button
for a higher floor than Karen had selected. Karen didn't like men much, though
she put out for Jason regularly to push her career along. Having done both
husband and wife, she much preferred red-haired Annabel, but, realistically,
fucking the Pres was going to take her further, career-wise. With this unhappy
thought in mind, Karen eyed Fred sourly.
"Don't they have a service elevator? Do I have to share the passenger
elevator with garbage?"
She made it clear by her tone that the term garbage referred as much to
him as to the contents of the trash can on wheels. Fred adopted an italian
accent.
"The service elevator, she's-a out of service, lady!"
Karen shook her head and ostentatiously turned her back to him. As the
doors slid shut, she stared up at the indicator lights over the door. Fred loved
the old fashioned methods. As the elevator began to ascend, he pulled the sock
out of his pocket. It had a big potato in the toe.
Standing behind her, he swung the sock hard and clipped Karen across the
back of the head. Her light, golden hair flew wildly as her head bounced off the
closed doors of the elevator with a loud thump. Stunned, she sank to her knees.
He clipped her hard again and she fell, face first, onto the floor. Moaning, she
groggily lifted her head. He swung hard. One more brutal tap put her under.
Fred smiled happily.
Being an elevator maintenance man had it's advantages. He quickly
unlocked the maintenance panel with a master key and put the elevator on manual
service, halting it between floors. He flipped open the top of the garbage can
and tossed her handbag in for future reference. You could learn a lot from the
contents of a woman's purse.
A firm believer in field stripping his prey, he unzipped the slinky
black dress and pulled it off. He removed her high heels, revealing small,
perfectly polished toenails. He tossed the high heels in to the trash container.
He liked keeping bras, panties and high heels as trophies of the hunt.
He unhooked her bra and uncupped full, firm breasts topped by exquisite
dark red nipples. He peeled off her pantihose revealing fine whispy blond pubic
hairs, smoothly rounded buttocks and a tight slit. Although he hated pantihose,
it was always a pleasure to capture a snotty bitch who didn't believe in wearing
panties. It showed that she had some juice to her. He sniffed. It definitely
smelt like the cunt was getting laid. He wondered who the lucky guy was as he
tossed her bra and pantihose in as further trophies, to be gloated over in
masturbatory recollection later.
He loaded Karen's naked body into the trash can and snapped down the
top. He sent the elevator down to the street level. Wheeling the garbage can
down the back alley to his van, he whistled cheerfully, a maintenance man taking
the garbage to the dumpster.
He opened the windowless back doors to his van. He like to think of it
as the rape-mobile. He did some of his best work in the privacy of his
rape-mobile, forcing haughty, reluctant bitches to open their fuckholes to him.
He was backed into a corner of the alley that no windows overlooked. He
glanced around, flipped open the top of the garbage can and tipped Karen's
delectable bare bod onto the cool, steel floor of his van. He stored the garbage
can to one side. Then he hopped in and closed the doors. It was time to prep
Karen for action.
