Better Than Divorce by Waldo Slaughter (Authors Note: This story is fictional, I have not done these dastardly acts to anyone. This story was originally written as the first part of a group writing exercise at a different site, but nobody came forward to complete it. Perhaps I will, or perhaps I will simply let the reader come to his or her own conclusions regarding the "final" chapter.) Better Than Divorce by Waldo Slaughter Lydia and I had been married for almost twenty years. Our boys were grown and had gone to college and I had been waiting for that to happen before I left. I had grown quite tired of the bitch, you see she had basically fucked my life up. She had been so damn beautiful when we were young and in fact she still was. Most guys around our small town would have given their left nut to have a chance with her. The problem was, she was the bitchiest and most disagreeable woman I ever met. It didn't matter what I wanted to do, she had to find something wrong with it. Of course our sex was good. When we had it. She was as quirky sexually as she was bitchy otherwise. There was a period just after her period that she was totally ravenous for sex and I could barely keep up with her. But after that five or six day run, I could pretty well take to the hand until her next period came and went and the next sex period started. But damn was that six day a month run fun. I always tried to schedule my work so I'd be home those nights and make sure to ok the kids being gone to some friends house as many of them as possible. I know that this sounds like heaven to a lot of guys, but I wanted more. I wanted that beautiful and hot babe to fuck me when I wanted it, not just when she did. And I wanted her to lay the fuck off sometimes. Whenever she'd not be ragging on me about my failures, she'd be out doing something she knew would piss me off. She started getting tattoos and cut her beautiful blonde hair so short that she looked like a fucking dyke. Lydia was about five foot five, with massive and yet surprisingly firm tits and a very sexy face and voice. I loved her ass and her legs too, in fact there was no other woman I'd rather have seen naked or fucked myself than Lydia. That is, until Dawn moved to town and offered me the like that Lydia was not capable or willing of giving me. So I left. Lydia was depressed and hurt and because she'd had some anxiety problems in the past, went back on Xanax and some other prescriptions for awhile. Donny, our oldest, quit college and moved back home to make sure his mother was alright. Another reason for me to hate her more and more. But the biggest was our property. We had built up a nice little piece of the pie as I had worked hard and made good money and Lydia had been both frugal and energetic in her own right, working nights a long time as a waitress and barmaid. She made good money, especially in the bar because she would flirt with the guys big time. It pissed me off a lot and in fact probably led to our difficulties too. She would flirt with them but then when she got home wouldn't have time or energy for me. I'd stay up late a lot of the time even though my job caused me to get up early. I figured hell, if I can stay up late special for some romance, the bitch should be able to put out, right? Anyway, she gets this brainstorm that she deserves all of the property because I left her for another woman. Her fucking lawyer won't let this thing go to trial and I don't have the money to fight it out forever. I started calling and arguing with Lydia and that's turned out to be the best thing I could have ever done because it sent her back to the doctor and he sent her back to the pharmacist and the pharmacist sent her right into my waiting hands! Giving her a new prescription for Xanax, the doctor told her that she needed to not stay on the phone arguing with me but to take one and go to bed. Xanax will help with anxiety and also induce sleep. I knew that Lydia liked to drink a wine cooler or two in the evening as well and the combination would literally knock her out. She had done it when we had been together and she had been on them. I had casually mentioned one time that I needed to know when she was on the drugs to help me in my divorce and my friend Jack, the pharmacist, called me to tell me of the new prescription. I swallowed and began to plan. I had never killed or even hurt anybody before and didn't really want to have some major fight or confrontation with Lydia. Still, knowing that she'd be incapacitated made the possibility too great to ignore. And to make matters even better, I knew that Donny had a hot date on Saturday night and I knew that my house; the one Lydia was trying to steal from me; was very secluded and no neighbors were around. It was too easy. All I had to do was decide what exactly to do with her. Saturday came and I paced and I pondered and I considered many options. My goal was to simply kill her in a manner that would not bring any suspicion my way. But the more I thought about her and the way I'd been treated all those years the madder I got and the hotter I got. Thinking about that hot body, still, and having her helpless and at my total mercy and control made me start to think that killing her might not be the best thing to do. At least not right away. As I drove toward the house a little after midnight, I dialed her number into my cell phone and pressed call. After several rings, the answering machine picked up. I knew she had already knocked herself out and I tried to not speed as I headed in her direction. It never occurred to her to change the locks, so I still have a key. I let myself in the back door after parking my car where it was obscured from view. I softly called out her name and then heart the sound I had been hoping to hear; the gentle sound of snoring. I followed it and found her out cold on the couch; a half emptied bottle of some kind of berry flavored wine cooler on the table next to her. I watched her for a moment and felt my cock spring to life. I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Her hair was a little longer than it had been. Apparently she was letting it grow back again. Donny told me she had started seeing some guy and now was getting sexy again. She was still dressed in a short denim dress that she had put on after work, no doubt. It was a sort of sleeveless thing that had wide straps over her shoulders. As she lay kind of sideways on the sofa, I could see the full outline of her wonderful breasts as they pressed against the blue denim material. The rise and fall of them caused my mouth to go dry. I looked also and saw that she was barefoot. Some beach type sandals were there at the edge of the couch and she had one foot kind of tucked under her and the other leg outstretched on the couch. I saw that her toenails were painted a kind of burgundy. I felt the smoothness of her sole and smiled slightly. Her size 8's were definitely being cared for too, she was probably in love. She had quit taking any pride in her appearance for me a long time ago and I had never seen her paint her nails before. I kind of liked it. I also liked the idea that she had started a new life and I was going to ruin it! It was a tough decision I had made. I could have done many things right there and not had any risk factor. I thought about disabling the smoke alarm and setting the place on fire. Lydia smoked and it would have been easy to drop a burning cigarette into the sofa and walk away when I was sure the smoke would kill her. I also considered filling her tub with water and stripping her naked and setting her in it and drowning her. Both accidents would be believable with her having mixed alcohol with her prescription drug. Hell, even ransacking the place and stabbing her or strangling her had potential, but after seeing her again; and especially seeing that she was as beautiful or more so than ever, I wanted to take her to the secluded motel room I had rented a hundred miles away and I wanted to rape her and kill her there. I carried her to the van I had acquired with a phony credit card. It was white and non descript. I had a couple of blankets laid out on the floor and I put her down more gently than she deserved and closed the door. During the time I had spent lifting her and positioning her in my arms and then depositing her in the vehicle, she had never stirred. I wished I knew when she had passed out, but I was pretty sure I had time to do what I wanted to do. I returned to the house quickly and I grabbed her purse and checked and sure enough, the bottle of pills was there. I tossed her shoes and purse into the van and then climbed into the drivers seat. I started the engine and pulled slowly from the driveway. I glanced occasionally in the rearview mirror and watched as Lydia's breasts jostled beneath the fabric. She obviously was wearing no bra and if I knew her she might be panty-less too. Her hair had blown slightly across her face and moved with each breath she took. There was an abandoned service station a few miles from town and I pulled the vehicle into the lot and behind the building. Quickly I pulled some a roll of duct tape I had put in the van earlier and pulled off a length to wrap Lydia's ankles together. I rolled her onto her stomach and folded her arms behind her and bound her ankles the same way. Rolling her back onto her back I wrapped her around the knees tightly and added a swatch across her sexy mouth. Now I was safe in case she woke up before I got her to our destination, the small and decrepit old motel now less than a hundred miles away. Driving with a raging hard-on is not a lot of fun but then it is it's own stimulation. I kept glancing at the package I had in the back. At one point I hit a dip and I thought she might wake up, but it became obvious that she might have even taken two pills along with her drink. I thought that she might even sleep through her own rape and murder. In fact, I was beginning to hope she would! I decided that she didn't deserve to see how hot she still made me! After what seemed forever I pulled into the parking lot of the motel. It was nearly three in the morning and everybody was asleep. All the rooms were dark except for the flicker of a forgotten television in visible through the curtains of a couple. I opened the door to the room and left the lights off. I then quickly and quietly pulled Lydia from the van and carried her as quickly as I could into the dark room and tossed her on the bed. I went for her shoes and her purse and returned and locked the door behind me. When I flicked on the lights, Lydia started to stir. Too little and too late baby, I thought. Still, I realized that I not only liked having her unconscious and helpless, but that if I let her wake up she might make some noise and wake my neighbors. So I fished in her purse for the bottle and pulled two more pills out. I pulled the tape quickly off her mouth which caused her eyes to flicker open, but there was no comprehension behind them. I tilted her head back and pushed the pills into her throat and she began to cough slightly. I wasn't worried about her overdosing, hell; I was going to kill her anyway. I went to the bathroom and got a glass of water and held it to her lips. She sipped some and swallowed and I saw reason beginning to return to her. I put the tape back across her mouth and watched as she started to squirm on the bed. "Yeah baby", I said, "You've had a little nap. And I think you're about to have a longer one. A forever one." I saw anger and fear both but I also saw resignation. She knew I'd just shoved more pills down her and she knew that she would be out and helpless soon again. Still, she would try to escape. If for no other reason than to deny me my desire one more time. But all I had to do was wait and try to keep her from escaping. The tape on her legs and wrists was pretty strong and even though she pulled a lot at first, it held. Gradually over the next ten minutes or so she began to slow down until she stopped moving altogether. I saw her eyes lose their fear and hatred and anger and begin to cloud over and then they closed and Lydia was unconscious again. End Part One
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