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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 15:10:02 -0500
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Revenge


Carolyn was blonde and attractive, particularly for a 34 year old. Outdoor 
living had lined her face, but her figure was still trim and toned.

She had dumped me for a another guy three years previously and I had never 
got over it. The only way to relieve my angst was to take away the 
sexualilty that she had so loved to flaunt all those years before.

I knocked on the door of her bungalow. It had taken me months of careful 
planning to get this far. Tracing her details on the internet, spying, lying 
in wait.

She answers - no sign of recognition. She looks tired after her day working 
at the hospital. Her expression changes to one of suspiscion. Frozen by the 
moment I know that now I must strike.

I pull back my fist and drive it hard into her face. She falls down 
backwards. I jump through the door and on top of her, pinning her to the 
ground. Kicking the front door closed behind me, I grapple with her for a 
few seconds. She hasn't had time to scream yet, and before she does I punch 
her again, hard. She is out cold.

I stand up, knowing that I must move quickly. Dragging her inert form into 
the living room I check that the curtains are drawn. I roll Carolyn over 
onto her back and crouch at her feet. With shaking hands, I unfasten her 
jeans and work them down. Tufts of pubic hair show as  her panties  are 
tugged momentarily down by the friction of the tightly-fitting jeans. I 
pause to yank out a pinch-full.

Her thighs seem a little fatter as I work the trousers down. Finally the 
cheap blue jeans are past her ankles, taking her socks as they go. I press 
my nose to the gusset of her panties and sniff in the pungent aroma of stale 
urine before pulling them violently down, leaving them snagged around one 
ankle.

And so - here before me lies my darling. Hair messed up, nose bleeding, and 
naked from the waist down. I rip open her blouse and yank her bra off to 
complete her new look.

Time has not improved her tits, they are still undersized. I viciously swipe 
one with a backhander. It jiggles briefly and flushes red, the nipple 
hardening.

Lubricating my forefinger with spit, I position it between her fanny lips 
and push. With considerable resistance it slides in all the way. With a 
yank, I pull out the finger and suck it. A musty, unclean smell.

My dick is semi-hard. I want to push into her and cum, but I kow this will 
rob me of my energy. Keeping my flies zipped up, I crouch down and take her 
nipple between my teeth.

Tensing my jaw, I bring my teeth together and grind from side to side on the 
teat. Tasting blood, I pull back, jaws still clamped. The nipple is half 
torn off and blood leaks from the wound.

A hard chomp is sufficient for the other tit, leaving a dark purple imprint 
across the breast.

Now is the best bit; I take out a pair of kitchen scissors from my back 
pocket. Pushing the slut's  legs wide apart, I grasp her dry, hooded clit 
between forefinger and thumb. Stretching it out from her cunt gives just 
enough space to lock the scissors around the stem. Squeezing the handles 
together, the blades half cut, half crush. With a sawing, chewing action I 
cut right through the flesh, taking with it her concealed clitoris.

Excellent! A lot of blood is gushing from the injury, but not enough to be 
life threatening. I push her legs together to stem the flow. She must savour 
the rest of her sexless life - not bleed to death on her living room carpet.

I pop the severed clit into her mouth, spit the bloody piece of nipple into 
her face, and pull out my cock from my trousers. It only takes a few seconds 
to cum. I buck my hips and squirt a jet across her cheek and into her hair.

Job done and satisfied, I grab my stuff and run from the house. My flight 
overseas is already booked. I won't be able to return home for many years, 
but it was worth it!

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