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Subject: {ASSM} Hit and Run by Rachael Ross (F/F, NC Violence, Lesbian)
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Hit and Run
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Story Codes: F/F, Violence, Nonconsensual

This is my Fascist Story

Hit and Run
by rache


"Shit. That's her." Marli pointed at a blonde girl standing in
line at the Orange Julius counter.

"Are you sure?" I said, the girl was small, just a waif really, and
she looked barely 18 if she was even that old.

"You should go kick her ass." Lisa whispered, leaning across the
little round table we were sitting at.

"You think?" Marli licked her lips. She wasn't very big either,
all of 5'1" if she was lucky and a hundred pounds. She looked like
she was still in 8th grade, not a 19 year old college freshman.

"You sure that's her?" I repeated. We'd just been talking about
Marli's ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, and how he'd dumped Marli for some
blonde bitch. It seemed sorta strange the girl would show up like 3
minutes later at the same mall we were at.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Marli nodded, never taking her dark blue eyes
off the girl. She looked pretty intense, even more than usual. Marli
was never really happy, I don't think, but when she smiled she was so
pretty. Now she looked like a vampire almost, at least to me, with her
straight black hair and pale skin, but mostly just the way she
looked...hungry.

"Go do it, shit, she's all by herself." Lisa was tall and blonde,
as pretty as Marli but completely different. She had soft blue eyes and
a ready smile, like a rural beauty queen with her golden hair falling
in waves. But I knew she was a little crazy, a little cruel sometimes.

"I will." Marli was nodding and getting up. "Fuck yeah."

"Marli..." I said, but she couldn't hear me. She couldn't hear
anything right then and Lisa and I sat there and just watched as Marli
walked up to the girl slowly. I was frightened more than anything else,
not really sure this could be happening, but there it was. My heart was
pounding and adrenaline was filling my veins. It was fight or flight
and I'll confess I was something of a coward right then.

Lisa watched with a smile, leaning forward and licking her lips like a
she-wolf or something. Her angelic features were twisted with some
secret desire I was sure she'd never revealed to anyone before. She
was flushed and fidgeting, her feet tapping like she wanted to get up
and I saw her hands close into little fists as Marli closed in on the
unsuspecting girl.

It was so fast I almost missed it, but everything was slow motion too.
It was strange and disorienting and I thought my heart had stopped.
Marli didn't say a word and I don't think the young blonde girl
ever even saw my friend, not once, but perhaps she did. Marli's fist
came around in a big looping arc, fast and strong, like she was putting
everything into that one punch. All of her anger and frustration, every
little emotional pain she'd ever had to endure.

Marli's fist exploded across the girl's upper lip and nose,
snapping the blonde's head around 90 degrees and I could see drops of
blood and spittle spraying into the air. Marli's fist just went right
through the girl, or so it appeared, and the blonde dropped without
even so much as a whimper that I could hear. There was just the awful
slapping cracking sound of Marli's fist striking her face, and the
dull thud of the young woman hitting the cold hard floor.

"Holy shit!" Lisa giggled, covering her mouth. "Fuck!"

"Jesus..." I let the breath I was holding out, never even realizing
I'd been holding it.

Marli stood there for a second, looking down, and then turned away,
walking back towards us. Her face was smiling and she looked beautiful
again, but my eyes were drawn to her right hand, stained red with the
girl's blood. She took a half dozen steps and then we heard someone
scream, a girl, and someone else yelling something, a man, and then
Marli was laughing and running.

We were all laughing and running, even me, and I didn't know why.
Maybe because it just felt good to run away, to get away from danger.
Laughter releases tension or something, so I laughed and smiled as we
ran out through the mall and the big glass doors. We ran through the
parking lot as if we were lost, three girls giggling and breathless.
People stared at us; traffic stopped as we ran in front of cars and
kicked abandoned shopping carts out of the way. There was the honking
of horns and more yelling, but only because we were annoying the people
outside. The people who had no idea of what Marli had just done.

"Ohhh God!" Marli gasped, leaning up against Lisa's old Toyota.
"Oh shit, did you see that? God!"

"That was so cool!" Lisa was wide eyed and panting like we all
were, holding her side and shaking her head. "You broke her fucking
nose."

"Probably knocked out her teeth too." I blinked, sucking air and
looking around. "I can't believe you did that."

"Oh yeah. I did it." Marli held up her hand, still wet with big
spatters of the girl's blood across her knuckles and wrist. "Oh
shit, I feel like I just came." She told us and then giggled. "I
swear, I'm fuckin' soaked down there."

Marli looked down at the crotch of her jeans and maybe there was a
little wet spot. I couldn't really tell, but it made us all laugh.
She reached down, pressing her left hand between her thighs and
squeezing her sex while she looked at her fist, turning it this way and
that.

"Lick it." Lisa breathed. "You got her, taste her."

I turned to stare at Lisa, wondering what she meant. My heart was still
going a hundred miles an hour and I thought I could feel myself a
little moist too, down in my sex. I didn't know what to think. It had
been horrible to see, but so exciting too. Nothing like that had ever
happened to me before. I'd never seen anyone get in a real fight,
never seen blood spilled. Now I had and I didn't know how I should
feel.

Marli was licking her skin and smiling at us, letting us see her tongue
as she dragged the tip across the stains on her bone white skin. She
was rubbing herself too, right there in the parking lot, leaning
against some stranger's car while Lisa and I watched. She sucked her
fingers between her lips, sliding them in and out of her mouth like
pale little cocks and I felt my pussy getting greasy, trembling
slightly inside.

"Oh fuck that's so cool." Lisa sighed and she glanced at me,
seeking some sort of agreement and I nodded slowly.

"Hot, yeah..." I closed my eyes, leaning back against the cool
metal, wondering what was going on.

=-=-=-=-=

I hadn't been at college very long. None of us had, we were all
freshman, and all roommates in the same dorm. Lisa, Marli and me.
We'd gotten along well right from the start, probably because our
temperaments complemented each other. Marli was intense and aggressive
and liked to be in charge. She could have been a bully, and maybe she
was, I don't know, but being a freshman at a large university has way
of taking the bully out of people, at least for a little while.

Lisa was the sort of person who liked to be with people like that. She
liked to use people, that was her skill, and it was easy for Lisa to
get what she desired from Marli, she just had to persuade Marli to want
what Lisa wanted her to want. I was a born follower, I suppose. I felt
like a little sister to those two girls, although I was a few months
older than Marli, and just a month younger than Lisa. I accepted my
role and I don't think Marli or Lisa ever took real advantage of me,
but they could have.

I went out with my boyfriend that night, after Marli had punched that
small blonde girl in the face and I was straddling his lap before he
could start his car and get us out of the parking lot. I'd been hot
for it all afternoon, and I'd masturbated twice, just I was certain
my roommates had, judging from the sounds coming from their small
bedrooms. I was noisy too, I knew, and knowing they could hear me only
made it better I think.

But it still wasn't as good as having Paul's hard cock inside me. I
practically raped him, saying little more than "Hi" before we were
kissing. I sucked his tongue into my mouth hard, pressing my body
against his, my little brown Amerasian ass against the steering wheel
while I undid his pants. Once I had his stiffening cock in my hands, I
reached under my skirt, pulling my panties to the side and guided him
into my hot hungry hole with nothing more than a loud sigh between us.

"Uhhh...shit...what's with you tonight?" Paul whispered, grabbing
my ass and just holding me as I worked my hips up and down. I was
fucking him for change, it was all me, and all he had to do was sit
there.

"Shhh...don't talk...just fuck me..." I breathed, pushing my sex
down hard so I could feel his thickness splitting my tender folds.
"Fuck...fuck me..."

And while I rode his cock all I could think of was that instant, that
magical moment when Marli's fist met that girl's beautiful face.
How her head had snapped around, and blood had suddenly appeared from
nowhere, just filling the air with a crimson mist. The way her body
went slack, and fell and Marli, beautiful, sexy Marli was standing
there, her fingers dripping with blood, watching and smiling.

I was cumming, just like that, cumming hard and I pushed myself down
until I could feel the tip of Paul's cock nudging my cervix, pressing
and stretching my soft walls. I was grinding and sobbing with pleasure,
my back arched and head tilted upward. I was cumming so good, seeing
Marli behind my tightly shut eyes. It was the best orgasm of life up
til then and I never wanted it to end.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"Fuck." Lisa was lighting a cigarette, even though it was a
non-smoking dorm. "All I could think about was you fucking up that
girl."

Marli smiled, dunking a bit of toast in her coffee. "You look like
you had a good night." She was looking at me.

"Oh, yeah." I blinked. My body was sore, I'd fucked Paul as many
times as he could get it hard, and I was still horny when he'd
dropped me off at three in the morning. "We fucked all night."

"How many times you do it?" Lisa asked me, getting up to pour me
some coffee.

"Uh, I dunno. Four or five times?" I laughed and sat down at the
table in our little kitchen. "It took forever to get him off the last
one." I shrugged.

"Poor baby." Marli shook her head. "All I got was blisters."
She looked at her fingers like she might really have some.

"Here." Lisa was sliding the coffee over for me and I started
spooning in the sugar. "We gonna do it today, right?" She looked at
Marli, our leader.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Play Hit and Run." Lisa giggled, glancing at me, but focused on
Marli.

"Yeah, but we gotta go someplace else." She nodded, dunking some
more toast.

"Wait, you mean..." I stared at them. "You can't be serious."
I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Hell yeah we're serious." Lisa smiled at me, brushing a thick
tangle of blonde hair out of her face. "I wanna do it too."

"I wanna do it again." Marli said, chewing her toast slowly. "You
wanna do it too, don't you Rache?"

I looked at them, feeling my stomach churning. Just the idea was making
me a little nauseas, the sort of thing you feel when you're so
nervous you might puke. I was excited too though; I knew it and I could
feel it. I'd gotten off all night long, not on my boyfriend's cock,
but on Marli's bloody fist.

"She wants it." Lisa nodded, grinning at me. "It's okay,
we're cool...Admit it, you got off on it didn't ya?"

I swallowed hard and nodded, just a little, feeling my face turning red
with heat. It had to be wrong, really wrong to admit such a thing. And
then how much worse to feel it in the first place? But to do it...We
couldn't really do it, could we? Could I?

"I bet she was thinking about it all night, huh?" Marli laughed at
me. "Look at her blush." She glanced at Lisa and I heard my blonde
friend chuckling too. "You gotta go first today, Rachael. I wanna see
you fuck some girl up!"

"But...What if we get caught?" I asked weakly, feeling like the
coward I was and looking for an excuse, a way out.

"Get caught?" Lisa shook her head. "We ain't gonna get caught.
We'll go where nobody knows us anyway and just do it and run, fist
tag with some stranger and then what...?"

"The renta-cops get us?" Marli took the sentence up like they were
twins. "I don't think so. Nobody's gonna catch us and it'll be
so cool. Believe me, Rache, you're gonna love it."

=-=-=-=-=-=

After lunch we were at Pinewood Mall, which was a long ways from
school. It was busy, but not really crowded, and we sat in the food
court drinking Cokes and watching the people walk around. I felt like a
criminal already, just sitting there, and my heart was beating so hard
I thought I'd have a heart attack

"How about her?" Marli said softly, gesturing slightly with her
soda at a young woman, twenty-something years old.

"No." I shook my head and I'd been doing that for half an hour;
my friends were getting impatient.

"You gotta pick somebody!" Lisa grabbed my arm. "Come on, it'll
be good, just do it."

But I didn't know if I could. I was scared and nervous and filled
with a sort of sexual energy that seemed dark somehow, like it was
eating away at me. I could feel it inside, making my bones ache. It was
all the way down, in the marrow that made my blood, gnawing at my soul
and I wanted to hate it so bad. But I didn't hate it. I was afraid of
it, I loathed it, but I didn't hate it.

And then I saw her. A woman about thirty years old in a business suit.
Like a lawyer maybe, or a loan officer at a bank. A professional woman
so cold and lovely the way she was made up just perfectly. She was
untouchable with her pressed skirt and silk blouse. I didn't hate her
clothes though. I didn't hate her makeup, or her expensive hairstyle,
or leather shoes. I didn't even hate her. I loved her. I loved her
eyes, which were so dark as to be black, her full lips painted red just
for me. I wanted her, sexually, like an animal. I wanted to own her and
possess her.

"Her." I said, barely able to get the word out and before my
friends could say anything, before I even knew what I was doing, I was
up and walking toward her.

Inside I was shaking like a leaf, trembling with fear and excitement as
my body pushed its primitive chemicals into my blood. It was
instinctual, the way my body moved, and all I was aware of, I mean
truly aware of, was the heat in my sex. The sudden tremor that seemed
to rise from the bottom of my belly, growing with each step I took.

She might have seen me, and perhaps smiled, I could never be sure
afterwards. I was just a small thin girl, Amerasian with brown skin and
almond eyes, pretty and interesting in the way westerners find young
oriental women. Everyone smiles at me, and so I like to think she did
as well. She may even have found me attractive, perhaps her mind
flashed with thoughts of the things we could do together. But
regardless of what she was thinking, we were destined to be lovers and
the moment was upon us.

I'd never punched anyone in my adult life, no one in my life as a
teenager, for that matter. Marli had tried to give me advice, but I had
no thoughts at all of my friends. I walked up to the woman, outwardly
calm, smiling and looking in her eyes, her deep dark eyes, and then it
happened. Without thought, only emotion, only a sudden desire to love
her in the most violent and terrifying way possible. I struck her,
punching straight into the center of her beautiful face, driving
through her nose as if my target were on the other side of the
woman's flesh and bones.

Her head snapped back, straight so I could see the soft white skin
under her chin. Blood gushed intensely red, so red it hurt to look at
it, running down her cheeks and neck. I could feel it on my hand,
smearing across the inside of my forearm as my fist continued, along
her upturned face for a split second. She dropped her purse I think,
and moaned, I remember that sound, guttural from way down deep. She was
falling then and I stood there, holding my breath, feeling my cunt
collapse on itself as the trembling inside became a violent shiver and
then something else. I was cumming wildly, my knees weak and my head
spinning. A voice was yelling at me, inside my head, my own voice,
telling me to run and I did.

I don't remember running away. But I remember feeling a hundred feet
tall. I remember laughing and punching the air and rubbing my sex under
my skirt, slipping my fingers inside my panties, fucking myself as I
roamed aimlessly through the parking lot. I was mad, crazed with lust
and there was no fear in me, just that awful dark that should have felt
cold, I thought. But it was hot, burning through me, consuming me.

"Ohhh...God! That was awesome!" Lisa was laughing, dancing around
as I stood there next to her car.

"You did it. Fuck if you didn't do it, Rache!" Marli was smiling
and slapping my shoulder like we were a couple guys at a football game.

"Taste it...lick the bitch!" Lisa was telling me. "You own her
ass! You fucked her so good, Rachael...fuck!"

I smiled, nodding and feeling drunk. My hand was red, not a lot, but
enough and I touched my tongue to it. Tentatively at first and then
eagerly as I tasted the woman's blood. I could smell her on me, her
wet living blood cooling on my flushed skin. I licked and sucked and
swallowed the woman, fingering my cunt and remembering how she'd
looked and how she'd felt. How her eyes had gone wide, just at the
last possible instant before my fist exploded against her nose. I was
cumming again while my friends watched and cheered me on.

=-=-=-=-=-=

Ninety minutes later at a mall in Peppersprings, Lisa broke her cherry.
She'd spotted a woman who looked like her mother, or so Lisa said.
Exactly like her, down to the smallest detail, and that was the woman
Lisa wanted. She was older, in her fifties I think, or maybe just late
forties, but it didn't matter anyway. She had blonde hair, going
white with grey, and she was attractive in a maternal way.

"I want to fuck her so bad..." Lisa could barely speak she was
breathing so hard.

"Go do it...fuck her...do it..." I was saying and I knew then that
any shred of my humanity was gone. I was primal and animal, we all
were. We wanted violence and blood to feed our sexual appetites. We
were corrupt and that made us superior, like wolves among sheep.

"Get her." Marli smiled and her eyes glowed under the fluorescent
lights. "Tell her you love her, Lisa. Show her."

We watched the tall blonde move slowly, stalking the woman as she stood
alone, and Lisa was so beautiful that she was attracting attention just
by being there. She looked like a goddess and I fell in love with her
right then, feeling my body shudder with the realization. Marli reached
over, taking my hand and I gave her a squeeze, both of us holding on to
each other as we stared with increasing desire.

Lisa did it perfectly, the same way Marli had done it the day before.
The same way I'd done two hours and 70 miles ago. Lisa just walked up
and threw her clenched fist into the woman's mouth. We could hear it,
from 30 feet away, the sound of Lisa's knuckles impacting the
woman's lips, her teeth. It was a wet smacking sound that seemed to
echo in that awful sudden silence. It was like the whole world stopped
just to watch the woman spit out blood and teeth and fall in a rumpled
groaning heap at Lisa's feet.

Lisa shook her hand and I knew it must have hurt, hitting the lady
right in the mouth like that. There was a collective gasp and then a
scream and then we were running, the way we always did. Laughing
triumphant and shouting towards the heavens. It was glorious and there
was nothing to stop us. Not even God, looking down from heaven could
have ended our jubilant celebration. We ran, circling the big parking
lot, giggling and singing and marking our excessive desires with hugs
and kisses.

Lisa especially, whom I think caught both Marli and I within her
rapture, was the center of our attentions. Marli kissed her hard,
almost bringing them both to the ground and I slipped to the hard rough
asphalt, scratching my knees and pressing my head between my two
friends. I found Lisa's pussy, under her skirt, and I pressed my face
blindly to her sex, mouthing her through the thin material of her wet
panties. I sucked and bit and used my fingers to rip them away so I
could lick her humid cunt.

And above me they kissed, my two friends and dark accomplices. Their
hands on each other's breasts, their tongues working frantically
against each other. I sucked Lisa's pussy until she was cumming,
filling my hungry mouth with a fresh flood of her sweet orgasm. It was
tangy and musky and it made me confused with lust until Marli was
pulling me to her own cunt, thrusting her sex against my open mouth,
grinding herself against me as I sucked her hard little clit.

I couldn't see Lisa tasting her anonymous lover, the woman who so
much resembled her mother, but I knew she was doing it. She was licking
her hand clean, drinking the woman's blood, the memories of what Lisa
had done. She owned the woman forever now, possessed her the way Marli
and I possessed our own secret loves. This was our life now, our
religion, and it made us sisters in a dark and primal faith. We made
love often after that, after every woman that we took with rapine
pleasure, and we distanced ourselves from all others completely.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

There was a knock on our door, very nearly a year to the day after
Marli had taken the very first girl. The blonde waif who hadn't
stolen Marli's boyfriend at all, as it turned out. But that hadn't
mattered at all, and if anything it was a fine joke that made us all
giggle. We'd long since left college and moved around the country,
working odd jobs, doing whatever we needed to in order to support
ourselves and our addiction, or religion as we called it. We'd had
dozens of women each, young and old, beautiful and plain, but all of
them attractive and desirable to us in one way or another. That was the
only requirement; they were meaningful and personal symbols.

Lisa was at work, stripping at Pure Platinum for tips and a percentage
of the drinks she sold. I spent my afternoons working as a technical
assistant for Microsoft, having gotten my certification a few months
before. It was easy and I could do it from anywhere, all I needed was
my laptop and a phone. Marli worked as a bartender at Sappho's, a
lesbian club downtown, and she often brought someone home for us to
play with. We were gentle with each other, but we had a tendency to
break some of those girls.

Marli was home that night though, Sappho's being closed on Mondays,
and we were together on the couch, her legs over my thighs as I painted
her toenails black. She'd gone for the Goth look so popular now in
Denver, which always seemed to be a decade behind the times. But it
suited Marli anyway, and she looked like a vampiric princess with her
pale skin, jet black hair, and teeth filed down to sharp points.

"What the fuck now?" She shook her head as we looked at the door.
We were in a tiny apartment, tucked above a Christian Light soup
kitchen, and no one in this town knew us for who we really were.

"Don't smudge your toes!" I said with a smile, watching Marli get
to her feet and walk carefully to the door. She was wearing nothing but
a loose pair of black panties. I was wearing nothing at all and I
flicked my clit, taking a deep breath and wishing we could get
Marli's toes done so we could go out.

Marli opened the door and I blinked at the girl standing there. She was
small and thin and beautiful, with her long blonde hair loose around
her shoulders. She looked at Marli and her eyes were wide, as if she
were suddenly terrified, as perhaps she should have been.

"I know you." Marli said, and it sounded like she was smiling,
although she had her back towards me.

"I...I've been looking for you..." The girl said and I stood up
slowly, moving closer. "...for a long time."

I could see her eyes, soft and blue and glistening in the harsh light
of the bare 150 watt bulb that hung from the ceiling. She'd been
crying, was still crying just a little, and I felt a rush of heat as I
saw her nose, crooked and imperfect. It had been broken and maybe some
doctor had tried to fix it, but it remained a beautiful reminder of
Marli's first kiss.

"What do you want?" Marli asked, reaching out to touch the girl's
face and she flinched, just a little, and it was so sexy I felt my
tummy churning with warmth.

"I...I want to join you..." She whispered and I had to lean close,
putting my face next to Marli's, practically resting my head on my
friend's shoulder as I pressed my body to her back. "I want to do
what..." She paused, closing her eyes for a second, "...what you
do...what you did...to me."

"Why?" Marli asked softly and she was pulling the girl closer to
us, across the threshold and into our grasp.

"Because I love you." She said so softly I might have imagined it.
"I...I want to be with you. Forever."

She was kneeling then, Marli's gentle hands pushing the girl down,
and I closed the door behind her.

End
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: I know, I know, you thought she was gonna pull a gun. Not in my
world, daddy-o. Sorry. -rr

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