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The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 3: The Final Act

by Doctor Vader

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Storycodes: M/f; bond; rope; gag; cartrunk; oildrum; trash; messy; encase; dump; torment; sex; cons/reluct; XX

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(a spiritual sequel to “The Death of Doctor Vader“)

Part 3: The Final Act

Hazel lay spent in the middle of the bed, breathing hard, panting almost, after our carnal act together. I rolled myself out from under the sheets and she lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head to look to me. I began to get dressed.

“Hazel” I said softly over my shoulder.

“Yes?” She breathed.

“It’s time for you to go… now” I replied. She looked stunned for a moment, as if trying to comprehend what I had just said. I understood why. It had been months since she’d discovered that I wasn’t dead and I’d brought her home with me. I’d cared for her and looked after her. I’d been tender and loving. I had made her feel safe and secure. I had even dealt with her ex-boyfriend, he had an accident with a set of kitchen knives, he’d managed to stab himself in several of his vital organs, multiple times. But I’d done it all for this very moment.

“But… What do you mean?… I thought…” Hazel stammered. I grinned, as I turned to see her tears begin to well in the corners of her pretty eyes. She understood.

“I thought that I wouldn’t have to go anymore… I thought things were different now” Her voice trembled and she began to sob, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. And that’s why I’d done it. I’d made her feel safe, for this moment when I took it all away again, to see those beautiful tears.

“You know me better than any” I smiled warmly.

“Now come” I said, and she sat there for a moment looking at me, tears pouring down her sad face, she was devastated. She looked so weak, broken and so fragile.

“Please don’t” She said weakly through her sobs.

“Now!” I barked and she jumped, startled by my tone. She slowly slid herself from the bed and began to reach, and pick up her clothes.

“No… Now come” I said sternly and held out my hand. She didn’t even look up, she slowly, timidly stepped, naked towards me, not raising her eyes from the floor. She took my hand, hesitantly, and I led her out of the bedroom. I led her by the hand and she followed along behind me obediently. Downstairs, through the kitchen to the back door and out into the garden. Not looking up even once. She was sobbing and crying hard as I led her into the garage. I let go of her hand, and she simply stood there, cold, naked, sobbing and staring at the floor. She looked so beautiful, more so than I’d ever seen her before.

“What will you do with me?” She asked timidly. Glancing towards me for only the most fleeting of moments. I smiled at her and she lowered her sad gaze.

“You’ll have to wait and see” I smirked as I fetched my black bag, with all my ropes and straps in, and dropped it at Hazels feet. She jumped as it hit the floor with a thud.

She offered no resistance as I wound a length of rope around her wrists behind her back and began to pull it viciously tight and secure. I pulled her elbows tight and bound them without mercy. Her only display of discomfort a slight gasp. I tied a length around her waist, and pulled it up gently between her legs, easing it into her delicate, soft sex. She bit her lip and gasped. And I pulled it harder, deeper. I pulled it cruelly and secured her crotch rope tight. She stumbled slightly, and slumped for a moment against me. I carried on binding her, tying her ankles tight. Then another rope just above her knees. She winced as she moved slightly, every rope so tightly biting, uncomfortably into her soft flesh.

I pulled out the big, thick, black leather collar from my bag. Standing behind her I pulled it firmly around her neck. Then I fetched the large red ballgag from my bag. She looked up at me. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to. The look on her face said it all. She was broken, defeated and resigned herself to the inevitable. She opened her mouth ready to accept the gag, and I pushed it in. It filled her mouth as I buckled it firmly in place. I stood there for a moment, gazing at her as she looked back to me. How vulnerable and helpless she was.

“Lets go for a ride” I smirked at her, then quickly and easily I lifted her from her feet and slung her over my shoulder. I took her out to the car, opened the boot and slid her from my shoulder inside. She just curled up in the cavernous boot space. She didn’t resist or struggle, she just curled up and accepted she had no power or control over what was to come. I closed the boot, and walked round to the drivers door, and got in.

It was a short drive, no more than ten minutes. I’d be surprised if she hadn’t guessed where we were by the smell of the place already. She’d know for sure as soon as I open the boot. She looked up at me, her cheeks wet from fresh tears. She knew I’d brought her to the dump. She knew I was going to just leave her here, like some used up, worthless piece of rubbish. I reached in and lifted her back to my shoulder and paced quickly to a nearby shed. I took her inside and lowered her gently to her feet, straight into an oil drum. She shook her head weakly. I just grinned as I pushed her down inside the open drum, until she was on her knees inside.

Looking up at me she pleaded pathetically into her gag. I ignored her. I fetched some of the bags of rubbish that were near and began to yank and rip them open. A torrent of household rubbish tumbled into Hazels oil drum, covering her on its way to the bottom. As I poured bag after bag on top of her and around her, she was soon covered in dirt and filth. Her fresh tears leaving clean tracks down her otherwise dirtied face. I looked in, looked down at Hazel inside. She was helplessly bound, naked and covered in filth as the rubbish came up to her bust. She looked so sad and weak. She looked forlornly back at me. She knew there was no point in protest, or pleading with me. The drum was mostly full of rubbish, packed in around her, tightly so she could hardly move in it. She knew what came next.

“It’s a shame Hazel” I smiled.

“You were such a special girl, so sweet and warm…” I whispered softly to her and she whimpered into her gag.

“Such a pretty girl… But now, you’re used and broken” I grinned.

“And when something is used and broken, there really is no point in keeping it, is there?” I said as I reached for the lid to the oil drum.

“Goodbye my well spoken girl” I sighed as I placed the lid into position, removing Hazel from my view and plunging her into absolute darkness inside.

I clamped the lid in place, sealing the drum and it’s contents securely inside. Nothing would be getting out. So now all that remained was to dump the drum into the landfill. I manhandled the drum onto a dolly, and began to wheel it out of the little shed and across the dump. I had to go gently as the ground was rough and uneven and the drum, bounced and jostled. I didn’t want it to topple off, but it wasn’t going to take long for me to get to the landfill anyway. I was in no rush. I was savouring every moment. Just knowing Hazel was helpless inside. Knowing she was going to simply disappear, deep into the landfill like discarded rubbish.

Lost in my thoughts, I had reached the edge of the steep, open pit. I eased the drum from the dolly and gently lowered it to its side. I knew Hazel would be able to feel every movement, she’d know that she was on the edge. Ready to roll and tumble all the way down, and settle deep amongst the other rubbish already waiting for her to join it. I gave the oil drum a hard push, it slipped straight over the edge and rolled with gathering pace. All the way to the bottom, stopping eventually, nestled amongst the indiscriminate rubbish below. I glance over the edge. It was a long way down.

“I fancy a cup of coffee” I thought to myself, and left to get one. Leaving Hazel, alone, as if she was just a piece of rubbish.


Hazel woke up as I was gently bathing her. She was furious and relieved, but mostly furious at first. Of course I was never going to leave her there. She’d been brave and touched the heart of a monster.


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