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Subject: {ASSM} We 3 Kings... (7th Heaven, Mary Camden, christmas, nc, masturbation)
Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 19:10:04 -0500
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This story has been in the works since the 98' christmas episode of
7th Heaven entitled "Santa Clause is Coming to Town!" and takes place
the weekend after christmas in the 7th Universe!  Enjoy, you must be
of age to read adult material and none of these characters are of my
creation nor do it's origional creators have any affiliation with this
story, thanx!

*****

We 3 Kings are Stealing Your Daughters!!!
By: cthon@rocketmail.com

-Chapter 1-

***

	Mary slowly opened the bathroom door and peered cautiously down the
hallway.  Knowing how busy the house can be she started toward the
bedroom she shared with Luce.  Fresh out the warm shower, dripping wet
and wearing only a soaked towel across her body, Mary was confident
that she was alone upstairs.  Her wet footsteps stopped as she got to
the room closing the door behind her and leaning her back against it. 
Slowly closing her eyes, she let the wet towel drop in a heap at her
feet.  Mary instantly imagined the basketball practice that she had
attended for the last two hours.  Her nude athletic body slumped
against the wood door as her hands graced her thighs.  Embracing the
slight winter breeze from her open window her firm young chest heaved
with incoming breaths.  Mary could feel the remaining drops of water
train down the small of her back, inner thighs, shapely calves and the
valley between her firm rounded breasts.  Her thoughts soon drifted
from the rigors of basketball to her ever-friendly teammates.  Today's
session was especially difficult on her.  The constant hand checking
from her female contemporaries grew more forceful and lewd with the
grueling drills.  Mary's hands grew closer to her groomed young
crotch, which beautifully matched her damp light brown hair.  She
purposely squeezed her young B-cups between her arms as her hands
cupped her own sex.  Clamping her hands between her thighs, Mary began
to slide her back up and down slowly embracing the door's firm
support.  She gently and carefully began to masturbate, her slender
fingers playing her body like a guitar.

"nhhh....mmmmm..."

Mary's fingers stroked her inner walls deftly as she bit down gently
on her lower lip, lost in the unique fantasy generated in her wild
imagination.

*Held down against her will by a grinning group of her 16 yr old
teammates.  Mary was clearly pleading to her friends showing her
disgust as the forced her down on the bench, hands beginning to grope
her nude, writhing form.  Allison immediately straddled Mary's face,
grabbing a handful of her hair, she yanked the girl's sobbing face up
into her exposed crotch.*

Mary was violently awakened from the dream as her knees buckled under
the intense fatigue from practice and the building orgasm.

"ahhhhh...hrmmph!"

Giggling to herself, she continued to pet her folds on her knees and
one hand.  Mary loved the dripping sweetness on her pumping fingers
combined with the biting pain of her fingernails on the undulating
walls.  On her hand and knees like the slut in her fantasies, Mary
gyrated slowly, her hair still cooling her neck and back with
remaining drops of water.  Soft moans filled the room as the teenage
athlete licked her lips, desiring to cum hard onto her own fingers and
willing to clean up the consequences.

*BRRRT---BRRRT---BRRRT*

Mary's eyes opened in a flash as she looked up past strands of damp
hair at the obnoxious alarm clock.

"Oh...god...late!"

She quickly jumped to her knees lunging toward the screeching clock. 
Landing on her sister's bed, Mary hurled herself across it somehow
landing a slap to the snooze button on the alarm as her breasts
bounced firmly.  She landed in a heap on the opposite side of Lucy's
bed, sitting on her rear, her legs outstretched and her short hair
obscuring her gorgeous face.  Breathing hard, her crotch yearned to be
petted as the young girl could hear her father coming down the
hallway.  His footsteps counted down her doom and eventual shame
unless she could get to her towel in time.  Mary raced to the door
slamming her shoulder against it as he dad knocked.

"Mary?!  C'mon honey, you're going to be late."
"I'll be right out, dad, just give me 5 minutes" Mary declared
breathlessly.
"Hurry it up kiddo, we're gonna' need to have a talk in the car about
how important this job is!" her father replied.

Mary knew she was in for another long lecture as she heard the stern
footsteps leading toward the stairs.  She collapsed again against the
door, reaching up to wipe her brow, having narrowly escaped
embarrassment.  She immediately noticed strands of sticky wetness
still clinging to and connecting her fingers as her hand stopped
before her glance.

***

Mary slipped into the passenger's seat of the station wagon where the
Reverend stared her down from the driver's seat.  Mary looked away
with a worried look as she prepared for the oncoming lecture as only
her father could give.

***

The rocking was slight, almost insignificant, but it was definitely
occurring.  The small white sports car had been hijacked from a rural
Pennsylvania town and driven all the way to Glen Oak.  The triumvirate
of escaped convicts now needed to start their life anew in a new town.
 Living off the funds of the car's former owner they settled in Glen
Oak when the funds were depleted.  From behind the abandoned mill and
surrounded by forest the three men plotted their plan.  Butch, the
leader of the men, sat behind the wheel examining the local newspaper
for a place to take refuge while they plotted their eventual
integration back into society.  A former CEO, Butch decided to escape
from prison and reestablish an empire, but he needed help.  Next to
Butch sat Van Patten, a 240-pound mountain of black muscle.  The bald
gang member was littered with tattoos and needed to take out his anger
in innocent people.

"Yo, what da fuk we gonna' do now?" he roared, obviously bored with
their current situation as he scanned the radio for a rap station.
"Settle down, Van, you know I'm working on it!" Butch replied coolly.

 From the back seat the third member of the gang was continuing his
role in society, ruining women's lives.  Brian Snoddy worked as a
janitor at a university in his hometown, before he snapped from all
the firm female flesh one summer day.  Brian "break-em in" Snoddy went
on a nine day rape and torture spree attacking any girl he came
across, often filming his victims before falling into a FBI sting. 
Brian had his hands filled at the moment his two comrades plot their
fate.  From the backseat of the car muffled whimpers and sobs could be
heard as Brian humped atop the female captive.  For the last three
days the 18-year-old high school senior had been beaten, raped and
forced to dehumanizing acts by the convicted rapist.  He grinned
evilly before licking the beaten girl's neck.  Jen kicked out in
response at the back window gaining the attention of Van Patten.  The
bald gang-banger turned to see Jennifer's hazel eyes red and wet with
the pain of her ordeal and her lifeless tan body covered in cuts and
bruises.  Lying motionless under Brian, her arms bound painfully under
her with duct tape, her mouth similarly covered with tape wrapping
around her head and brown locks.   The girl's torn and soiled blouse
remained in better condition than the flared rayon skirt.  Van Patten
could barely stand to watch the bloodied girl raped again as her legs
trembled from the torture.

"Damn, man, just kill the bitch already, we got what we need from
her!" Van stated as he turned away.

Brian just grinned down at the tortured student, who lost her will to
fight after the first day of torture and now just survives like a
vegetable.

"Here, I've found something, a place we can lay low for a while."
Butch commented.

Van leaned over to see where his new home would be and gave a
concerned look, glancing back up at the man behind the wheel.

"The Glen Oak Soup Kitchen?!  Boy, you better be right `bout dis,
cause I don'ts needs you two pricks, remember dat shit!"

***

End of Chapter 1 - want to see more? Email me; let me know
cthon@rocketmail.com

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