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From: shattered_mind@hotmail.com (SJTJ)
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Subject: {ASSM} Past's Return - Chap. 1 (F/M, bd, cbt, horror)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 12:10:03 -0400
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This story is incomplete. Any comments or constructive criticism is 
welcome.

If I get enough of a response I will continue this story.

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Copyright information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (aka Naive). 
No one has the right to alter distribute or sell this story with out my 
written permission. I do hear by give the right to copy, give, or display 
this story to anyone who wants it. Changes and follow-up stories should 
have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as 
long as it does not change the ideas or concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story contains violence and ball busting. If this 
subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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Past's Return (Chapter 1)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        Derick sat on the deck of his beach house and watched the waves 
crash into the shore. The sun was setting; An orange hue covered the sky. A 
few sparse clouds crossed the sky, like seagulls hunting the waters for 
food. He could see that the sun worshipers had fled the night and only a 
few dedicated souls still tarried by the waters. Derick picked up the glass 
of wine he had sitting beside him and sipped the red liquid. The wine was 
sweet, but not too sweet. It had a pungent scent that made him think of all 
the good time he's had: scents always brought out his memories. As the last 
drop slid across his tongue, he regretted finishing it so soon. He didn't 
have time to savor it long enough. 

        The glass door slide open behind him. He thought he was alone. 
Angel walked out in front of him and in an instant he knew that he had been 
wrong. How could he forget her. Her long blond hair waving like wheat in 
the wind behind her. Her eyes emerald green, and shaped like her namesake. 
She was perfect. She was wearing a light pink sun dress. She smiled at him.

        "Hi lover, been waiting for me long?" she said.

        "I'd wait forever for you.", he whispered. Her smile deepened, but 
something changed in her eyes. Something he only caught a hint of. 
"Where've you been?"

        "Oh, just out looking for something special. Something just for 
you."

        "Really.", he raised an eyebrow.

        Angel walked over to him and kissed him on the head, then the 
check, then moved to his neck and bare chest. Derick could feel his body 
heating up. Sweat slowly ran down his chest through his thick sandy blond 
hair. His black swim trunks were starting to bulge as her tongue ran around 
his nipples and started to move down his stomach. Her soft fingers ran down 
his arms to his hands: gently she placed them both on the arm rests as her 
hands slid down to his waist. Her nails gently scratched across his flesh 
as her fingers rolled into his black trunks. He lifted himself up and Angel 
pulled his trunks off. Her tongue started to play across the head of his 
penis, already pre-cum had started to come out. Derick closed his eyes and 
could smell coconut suntan lotion, just like the first time they met. The 
problem was that's all he could remember about angel. Just as he thought 
that she stopped. He opened his eyes to see her looking right into them. It 
was eerie how cold her eyes seemed. He had to look away. 

        The moon and the starts had started to come out and Derick watched 
Angel get up and walk a few feet away. She looked at him and her smile 
disappeared. Her hands reached down to the bottom of her sun dress and 
yanked it off. Derick gasped. Angel stood before him covered in scratch 
marks and bruises. Her face contorted to a visage of horror. One of her 
eyes was swollen shut and the other glowed with an evil red flame. Her jaw 
hung loosely from her face like it had been shattered. Derick gripped the 
chair in fear. Slowly her arm rose and pointed at him with her crooked and 
broken fingers.

        "You . I've finally found you. After all these years of searching I 
shall have my revenge." As the words came out the things jaw moved like a 
pantomime version of a real human. Derick was about to bolt when the arms 
of the chair came to life, wrapping around his arms. As the legs of the 
chair grabbed his legs and spread them apart.

        "What are you? What do you want?" Derick screamed in terror. His 
legs would have been shaking but they were held tight by the chair.

        "I'm the past coming to repay you. Remember what you did to me. 
Remember who I am." The body croaked. A flash entered Derick's mind a flash 
of him and Angel; He was throwing her to the floor and beating her. He 
stepped on her had as she reached for a gun, twisting his foot he could 
hear her fingers snapping like twigs and her screams of pain. With his 
other foot he kicked her across the face until she stopped moving. 
Unzipping his pants he started to rape her. Derick shook his head free of 
the horrific image. He never did that. He loved women. He would never hurt 
one in any way. It couldn't be him!

        "It's not me! I'd never do that!" He yelled.

        "LIAR!" The thing roared. And the word echoed like doom in his 
head. "You will pay for your sins, so I can rest. You will pay till I see 
justice done!" With that the chair seemed to lead from the ground lifting 
him into a standing position. The Arms of the chair stretched out to push 
his arms into the air above his head. The legs spread his legs wide, 
leaving his member dangling in the wind. The thing started to move toward 
him.

        "NO!!" he screamed, and closed his eyes. A soft hand caressed his 
cheek. He opened his eyes and the beautiful version of Angel stood before 
him.

        "You are not the one I want." She said with a sigh. "But, you will 
have to do. My soul must be appeased, and the guilty must suffer. I fear 
though that the guilty one is dead - a relative of yours - but I can not 
rest without retribution. You must find the answer, because I can not. My 
path is set. You will be punished until I can rest or until you can put me 
to rest. I'm sorry."

        "What can I do? How can I help you?"

        "By Suffering!" She hissed; the red glow reappearing in her eyes. 
Her hand lashed out and grabbed hold of his testicles. "You make this a 
weapon, do you? Well lets see what damage I can do with it." Said a deep 
eerie voice from inside Angel. She started to squeeze his nuts in her hand. 
The pain was like driving needles beneath your finger nails. He could feel 
the muscles in his stomach clutch as the pain increased. Dericks eyes began 
to water as he started to beg for mercy. Angel hissed back, "Mercy is for 
the weak." With that her hand clutched down harder and Derick began to 
scream. He could feel her nails driving into the flesh of his sac. He 
started crying as the pain claimed all his thoughts. And then the pressure 
stopped. He had to take a few minutes of gagging to make his body start to 
feel somewhat back to normal. Just as his eyes started to clear he noticed 
Angel before him. Her foot reared back and slammed into his testicles. 
Derick tried to scream out but all the air had left him. He tried to gag 
but his stomach was already clenched tight. His body tried to curl up 
reflexively but the chair held him tight. Again he felt her foot slam into 
his nuts planting them firmly into his pelvis, then again, and again. 
Derick lost count as he gagged away. Nothing came out but his body wouldn't 
stop. The pain was like a white hot dagger ripping through his spine. He 
could only see the dark lids as his eyes rolled up into his head. 
Consciousness fluttering away.

        "Oh, no you don't." She said in a jovial tone and touched his 
forehead. Consciousness became more stable. The pain much more intense. He 
watched as angel dropped to her knees and took aim with her fist. He 
mouthed please, but either she didn't notice or didn't care. He fist 
crashed into his nuts swinging them back and forth as her other hand came 
in for the next punch. Derick howled in pain. His voice cracking as he 
strained his vocal cords trying to release some of the horrible pain. Angel 
just kept going left then right left then right - like a boxer working on a 
punching bag. Derick's tears started to flow freely. He had never felt so 
much pain. All he could do was pray for it to stop or that she'd just kill 
him and get it over with. Again Derick started to feel like he was going to 
lose consciousness.

        "This is it for tonight. And this is only a dream, but the longer I 
stay the more real I'll become. Find the answer or you'll suffer like you 
never have before." With that Angel kissed him on the lips. Her knee 
slammed up grinding his balls into his pelvis. He heard a POP! And slipped 
into unconsciousness. 

        Derick jerked awake. Sitting on the back porch of his house. A 
lingering pain stayed in his mind, but when he reached down everything was 
alright. Derick wiped sweat from his brow and grabbed the wine glass from 
the table beside him. `I hope I never have such a horrible dream again' 
Derick thought to himself as he turned to enter the house. The crystal wine 
glass shattered, shimmering pieces of crystal flew across the deck like 
shooting stars in the moon light. Derick stood dumbfounded. On the glass 
door to the house written in the dew was "See you soon - remember to search 
for redemption. Love, Angel".

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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