The Killing of Donna Parker.

The Killing of Donna Parker. The Killing of Donna Parker.

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Status: Finished

Genre: Other

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Donna Parker was a young attractive girl who had just turned 19teen and was out partying with her best friend, Clair. It was around 11 pm Friday night when they strolled into the C. S Club.

Summary

Donna Parker was a young attractive girl who had just turned 19teen and was out partying with her best friend, Clair. It was around 11 pm Friday night when they strolled into the C. S Club.

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Submitted: July 19, 2014

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Donna Parker was a young attractive girl who had just turned 19teen and was out partying with her best friend, Clair. It was around 11 pm Friday night when they strolled into the “C. S Club” situated on a busy main road into Birmingham.  The club was well patronized, and a hangout for the locals and out of Towners. The police knew it well and considered it as being one of the hotspots, where there were regular problems with fights between drunken gangs and drug pushers. They had tried to close it down on numerous occasions without success.

The owner Mr, Chaz Sing was also known in the town for his other business interests, he had many influential friends, who he regularly paid money too. They, in turn, kept him informed of any easy money floating about on the Stock Exchange and free from any unwelcome attention. Sings Who's Who, list made very impressive reading consisting of MP's, Councillors, Magistrates, Judges, even some very high-ranking police officers were all on Sign's payroll, Sing thought he was more than flameproof he believed he was invincible.

Donna and her friend had already downed a couple of pints at her home on the Blackguard council estate, and they were both a little tipsy. The night was still young.  Donna thought some of the men at the club looked rather dishy, mind you, the condition she was in all the men looked desirable.  Donna knew how to get what she wanted from them even at an early age of just 15teen she had a sexual encounter with her teacher a Mr, Nesbit a blond 30 something tall, wiry bachelor, who had asked her to stay behind after school.

With the sound of the school bell, all the kids dashed out, all except Donna, leaving her sitting midway in the classroom.  Nesbit came up to her in a jokey sort of way telling her she had been asked to stay behind because of her talking and disruptive behaviour that afternoon.  Donna liked Mr, Nesbit she thought he was very handsome and often fantasized about him when she was alone in her little bedroom with pink elephant wallpaper that hadn't changed since the day she arrived from the hospital in her mother's arms.

Nesbit reached across her to another desk the other side, as if trying to reach a book left on the top.  Donna could see his zipper was open, she could see the blond hairs and part of his penis.  Donna wondered if he knew, or was he giving her a flash?  It had happened to her once before when she was just thirteen in the park.  An old beggar dropped his pant's right in front of her and her friend as they walked past him, giggling.  Even at that early age Donna unbeknown to her friend, and as smelly and as dirty as the beggar appeared to be, the sight of seeing him tackle out excited her.

As if hypnotized by the sight of this attractive man a strange urge came over her; she wanted to put her hands inside his trousers and touch him, the feeling was so strong she couldn't resist it, and with a trembling hand, she followed her dream. Nesbit didn't move or pull away. Stroking him gently she awoke his enlarging penis and releasing it from it resting place, moving her hands she caressed him squeezing his testicles tenderly at first, then steadily increasing the pressure.

Nesbit was surprised she was so experienced as he reached down and fondled her large firm young breasts. Donna slowly kissed and massaged him, looking up at him with her big brown smiling eyes before placing his firm penis into her mouth. The heat from it was incredible, she was becoming aroused and wet, and they both knew her time had come; she was soon to become a real woman.

Donna was disappointed she never had sex again with Mr, Nesbit.  He was forced to resign just a few weeks later. Some said it was because he had touched up the French teacher Miss Laval who in truth was a right little raver, men, women, and even young boys or girls were all on her sex menu.  Donna knew there was no way she would have objected to Nesbit's advances, knowing as she did the size of his organ; no woman would resist the opportunity to play a tune on that hunk of manhood, she thought. In any event, Donna knew Laval had lesbian tendencies.  It was fully documented on the school's inner grapevine she had seduced a young girl pupil in one of the shower cubicles after school.  Apparently, she had entered the cubical on the pretence the two of them showering together would save water. 

Not that it mattered; they both enjoyed soaping each other and having flirty fun.  Nobody knew who the other girl was, "well" nobody except Donna that is. Mr, Sing was, as usual, eyeing up the talent at his club, choosing the best-looking girls he wanted for his party back at his mansion. Sings parties were no more than sex orgies in the grounds and around the swimming pool of his four million dollar gaff, where the drink flowed freely and the drugs there for the asking.  These late night bashes were legendary and well patronized by his influential friends.

Sing had indicated to Mike one of his bouncers, the girls he wanted to join him.  Mike was going around the club inviting the chosen ones.  Some of the boys objected, but they were just warned off with the threat of a good kicking.  In any event, none of the girls ever declined Sings offer, they all knew they were in for a bloody good night out, also with him having connections within the film industry; many of them believed they might be able to use him as a steppingstone to a part in some blockbuster movie.

Sing was wise to their hopes, their dreams; he used them as a tool to get his own wicked way. Many young impressionable girls had fallen into his evil trap and were now paying the price with babies they never meant to have and didn't want. Some of the girls accuse him of drugged them and taking advantage. This was possibly true, nothing was beneath creepy Sing, however, with his influence and friends nothing ever came of their complaints, and no financial help was ever-forthcoming regards the upkeep of his many illegitimate sprogs.

Mike approached the two girls and told them politely Mr, Sing would like their company at his party that evening. He offered to take them in his limousine waiting outside. Clair was excited; she had never been in a limo or to one of Sings parties before, but in truth, Clair was only invited because Sing wanted Donna to add her as yet another successful notch on his bedpost. In his devious mind, he thought it was unlikely one girl would leave the other. His plan backfired, however, as Donna refused to go and made it clear Clair could go on her own if she wanted to. Clair did want to and tried all she could to persuade her friend, but once Donna's mind was made no amount of persuading would change it.

Clair went with Mike to a waiting limousine and on to the party. When Mike told Sing Donna wasn't interested, and she wasn't coming, Sing flew into storming rage, cursing and even kicking and punching Mike to the ground in front of other members of his staff, accusing him of not doing his job, and he was a waste of space. Sing wasn't accustomed to being rejected in anything he asked for or did. How dared this slip of a girl turn him down, how dare she? He vowed there and then he would have her, one way or another, she would become another of his many conquests, and he would make her suffer the ultimate price for fucking him about.

Donna was disappointed Clair had chosen to go to a party without her, but she wasn't that bothered. She looked around the club for a possible lift home; most of the chaps who had cars had hooked up. Donna was no fool; there was little point in picking the best-looking guy in the club if he didn't have a car. She spotted Peter, who she knew, did have a car, also, he'd been eyeing her up all night. He desperately wanted to talk to her maybe even a date.

Peter was not at the front of the queue regarding looks, in fact, he looked a bit geeky with sticky out teeth and small stature, not that it bothered her, she only wanted him for a ride home. Waving to him as if she was the queen beckoning one of her servant she called him over, he rushed towards her like a little lapdog. She smiled towards him as she thought to herself, easy-peasy and was soon sitting in his little green sports car with the hood down. It might have been the drink, and the warm summer night air, Donna was feeling frisky and kept looking down at Peter's tight jeans. He might not be the best-looking chap she had ever known, but she could see even from the rough outline and bulge of his pants, in that particular area around his groin he looked pretty dame interesting.  She decided it was his turn to have something he could only wish for, something that would keep him going in wanks for a fortnight. She wondered if she had brought the strawberry flavoured condoms with her in her purse.

As they approached a back road, Donna decided to have some fun, laughing she slipped her breasts out of her low-cut dress she rubbed them along Peter's arms as she pulled the steering wheel.  Peter instinctively knew she wanted him to turn down the approaching lane and park.  They stopped in a muddy gateway.  Donna was making all the moves and was soon partially naked with her top down.  She started to remove her tiny sexy white knickers she had purchased from the sex shop in the town when she replaced her dildo for a larger one with a knobbly end and three speeds.

Peter was excited and hard, but not for long. The couple were so engrossed in their activities; they didn't see or hear the black Mercedes that had been following them pulled up behind. The door of the sports car was suddenly wrenched open, Peter was dragged out by Mike, who on Sings orders had been told to bring Donna back to his party whatever the cost.  Mike punched Peter twice knocking him down in the mud. He quickly ran around to the other side of the car and grabbing Donna's kicking legs he tried to drag her from it.

A large gang of motorcycle boys with their women had camped a few fields away. Some of the lads had decided to do a bit of dogging when they saw the sports car pull-up. Now seeing the attack on Peter and the distressed girl annoyed them. Annoying these lads was not a good move by anyone and that included Mike, who soon found himself being beaten about the head. The bikers took all three back to their campsite in their own cars.

The women took charge of the situation, offering Donna and Peter beers and sat talking to them on a long wooden bench while Mike was taken somewhere out of sight. Donna was chatting to the women as if she had known them for years. She knew they were in no danger; no harm would come to them from these people.  Her thoughts quickly evaporated ,however, when the largest man she had ever seen in her life emerged from the shadows dressed in a long red robe and came towards them. Donna was afraid as he grinned down at them with yellowing and missing teeth.  Peter was so frightened when this huge man bent forward, his enormous head only inches from his face and looked him straight into his eyes.  So petrified he couldn't move or control himself.  The man was over eight feet tall and around 40 to 50 stone.  He didn't have a big fat beer belly; it was all solid muscle.  This huge powerful man had even been refused entry into the worlds strongman competition for being just too strong.

One of the girls told them his name was “Clint” they called him” Big Clint.” Two of the women removing his robe and this naked giant stood before them. It was plain to see why he was called big Clint. He was big in every department; Donna gasped at seeing the size of his organ, it was like a baby's arm. The women she had been talking to were now massaging him, slowly and gently as two more girls sucked and played with his bollocks hanging down like a couple of orphaned golf balls. His smooth erection resembled a small tree coming alive. 

Donna had seen lots of men with reputedly big cocks at the monthly girls night out, her and Clair went to for a good laugh, but nothing came even close to this, in fact ,it made the male strippers look like dancing little boys. Seeing Clint's massive penis standing to attention in front of her, she panicked. “My God!” She thought, “I hope he's not going to try and put that great thing into me.”  Just then some of the gang members came around the corner leading Mike by a rope around his neck.

His hands were tied at the back of him and he had been beaten and stripped naked. They bent him over a motorcycle combination unit about twenty feet away; his legs spread apart and tied to the wheels; Clint became very excited at seeing the captive. He turned away from the bench and ambled towards him. The younger girls oiled and creamed him as he walked; others were doing the same around the buttock, and up between the legs of the unfortunate man. All the bikers had assembled around the unit and were watching what appeared to be a ceremony.

Clint laid his huge hands onto Mike's shoulders as two women guided him into his helpless and waiting body.  Donna and Peter couldn't watch the brutal scene and felt sick and sorry for Mike as he screamed and cried out in terror and pain. Clint was pushing so hard some of the gang had to stop the combination unit from slipping away from him. There was no laughing, or chanting from them, they watch in complete silence. Clint turned away and made his way back toward the bench; his erection hadn't diminished in fact Donna thought it looked even larger than before.

He stood in front of them his penis now bloody and hard.  One of the younger women with a towel attempted to wipe him; he lashed out at her with the back of his hand sending her sprawling. Clint put one of his hand at the back of Donna's head pulling her onto him. “Kiss!” He said in a gravely voice. She didn't want to kiss it; she didn't even want to touch it or be anywhere near it, but she had no choice and did his bidding.  He then turned to Peter, who didn't argue he just kissed him. Clint beckoned two of the more mature women to come over; they knew why and started playing with him and jerking him off, as only mature women can.

Suddenly his body went ridged, and he gave a mighty roar like a Lion. The force from his ejaculation was as if a fireman's hose had been turned on. His white milk sprayed Donna's clothing and it seemed to last for almost a minute before they watch his mighty organ come to rest.  Some of the women frantically licking and sucking his life giving sperm out of him as they loved him; they were treating him like a god. Clint turned away as two of the men helped him on with his red robe.

He walked back to the motorbike.  Putting his right hand onto the unconscious man's head, he squeezed it so hard Donna could see the blood oozing through his fingers. There was a sickening sound like a rifle shot as Mikes Skull was crushed like an eggshell. His still twitching body was lifted from the bike and taken away almost immediately after Clint had finished with him.

Donna started feeling strange a bit woozy.  She had popped a few pills in her time, and the feeling seemed to be something like that. Peter fell forward onto the grass, she knew he was either dead or drugged; it was one of her last thoughts as she also passed out. When they awoke, it was well into Saturday afternoon, and they were sitting in the little sports car in the gateway. They were both fully dressed and their clothes were spotlessly clean; there was no evidence, nothing to suggest anything had happened.

Peter was just sitting there as Donna came around. He turned to her, and they both wondered if it was a sort of shared dream they had experienced. It seemed a likely explanation, but for one thing, Donna distinctively remembered removing her earrings and putting them into her purse, she didn't want them to fall off while they were making love, she had lost many pairs that way, but now she was wearing them again.

They decided to make their way back along the lane towards the campsite where it had supposedly happened, they weren't sure of the exact place. There were no tell-tails signs, not even a tyre mark or any litter, there was nothing to indicate anywhere a campsite had ever been there.  In some of the fields, cows were grazing and a farmer on a tractor was ploughing a large field. They decided they would tell no one of their strange encounter, never to discuss it again, it was over it was finished.

Mike’s body was discovered on Sunday morning in the burned out Mercedes on a rubbish tip 30 miles from the club. The police quickly confirmed he had been murdered. Because of his intimidation and violence towards him on Friday night, Sing was suspected and taken to into custody. None of his so call influential friends came forward to substantiate his alibi. He was charged with the murder. Just before his court date, however, all charges were dropped, dropped, no official explanation was given, but it is strongly suspected, “The Establishment” didn't want him to name names in court and generally making life difficult for them.

In the space of seven months, Sing spent in prison awaiting trial much had happened to him, and his businesses and it was all-bad. The police closed down his club; the three films he had invested hundreds of thousands of pounds into had all flopped. One when the cast walked out before completion, one because it was not passed by the film censors and the last one because of infringement of copyright laws. A close friend of Mike's and who despised Sing had taken the opportunity to burn down his unguarded and uninsured mansion. Sing was bankrupt; his only assets were an old Ford Cortina car and a one-bed flat in a rundown council tower block.

The more he thought about his situation he was convinced it had all gone wrong when Donna refused to attend his party. The hatred for her became unbearable and in his twisted mind he blamed her, she was the instigator of all his problems, and he was going to fix her for good. He knew where she lived and over the next few weeks he watched her going from her home to work and back. Gradually he built up a picture of her movements. It was a gloomy, misty Monday morning when Donna on her way to work, walked down the jitty between her council house and the bus stop about a quarter of a mile away.

Sign meet her at the other end, she recognized him immediately, and her female intuition alerted her she was in mortal danger, she turned and ran screaming back towards the house. Sing had benefited from his months in prison, he was much thinner and more fit now, and he was soon upon her twisting her around to face him, she tried to kick and scratching at him that just infuriated him even more.  Shaking her violently and cursing her with a string of obscenity he attacked her with a long thin bladed knife, plunging it deep into her chest.

As she lay dying on the floor, from a severed archery, he continued his frenzied attack, slashing and stabbing her over thirty times. Sing turned to run away from the grisly scene he had created as Jock and Martin a couple of builders on their way to work entered the jitty. Seeing the murder, they approached Sing, who threatened them off with his knife. Martin stood back as Jock, a tough Glaswegian and cage fighter, and who was not afraid of Sings threats, took him out with one well-aimed kick to his head, breaking his neck, Sing was dead before he hit the floor. All Donna's friends attended her funeral, there was also an enormous man there placing a few hedgerow flowers on her grave, sadly no one was brave enough to ask him who he was.

The End.

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