index


Message-ID: <57159asstr$1200283804@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "nateaudge@netzero.net" <nateaudge@netzero.net>
Subject: {ASSM} The Boys Get Lucky (MM/FF, snuff, rape, nc)
Lines: 597
Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 23:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
	This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's
	Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP)
	system due to inadequate formatting.
	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

	
<1st attachment, "the boys get lucky.rtf" begin>

### Translation from RTF performed by UnRTF, version 0.19.2

   ### For information about this marvellous program,
   ### please go to http://www.gnu.org/software/unrtf/unrtf.html
   ### document uses ANSI character set
   ### font table contains 16 fonts total

AUTHOR: dan

   ### creaton date: 30 October 2006 20:23
   ### revision date: 13 January 2008 10:55
   ### total pages: 6
   ### total words: 2744
   ### total chars: 15645

   ----------------




Author: hooksforhands
Title: The Boys Get Lucky
Summary: A pair of killers abduct 2 girls, take them into the woods
Keywords: MM/FF, snuff, rape, nc



   Disclaimer: contains rape and snuff.  Do not read if you don't enjoy
this kind of thing.  Also, DO NOT MISTAKE THIS FOR REALITY.  IF YOU ARE
THINKING OF DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE, THINK AGAIN. 
SEX-OFFENDERS ARE NOT WELL TREATED IN PRISON





   THE BOYS GET LUCKY







   Scott and Bruce had been in the van for the better part of two months,
always on the road, on the hunt.  They were finicky, though, and cautious,
and most nights they slept unsatisfied.  They tried bars all across the
country, trendy upscale bars and whitetrash bars alike, dance clubs, they
even tried high schools.



   But the situation was never right.  Either there were no attractive
girls (no two attractive girls, for they didn't like the idea of sharing),
or no opportunity to isolate them.  Eventually, however, their patience
paid off in the most unexpected way.  Driving on a back road in the rural
Southwest, looking for a good place to have lunch, they passed a broken
down pickup on the other side of the road.



   Bruce considered driving past, but thought better of it.  "You never
know," he said, pulling onto the shoulder.



   Scott shrugged, "Worth a look, I guess."



   Bruce opened his door and stepped out, looking back at the stalled
truck. "I'll check it out and signal you if there's anything of interest."
As he crossed the road and approached the truck from behind he could see
two figures behind the rear windshield looking back at him, although
neither of them stepped out and he couldn't make out their faces.  He noted
with hope that there was a pink bumper-sticker reading "princess" on the
glass.



   As he approached the driver side door the driver rolled down the window.
A feminine voice from within said something about "car trouble." He looked
in and his heart skipped a beat.  The driver was a beautiful young brunette
in her early to mid twenties, her passenger a lovely blonde girl who
probably couldn't legally drink yet.  They were both dressed in the
fashionably casual southwest look, short skirts and sleeveless tops.  Bruce
resisted the urge to call Scott right away.  He would have to play it
smart.



   "Car trouble you say?" he asked.  "Any idea what's wrong with it?"



   The brunette said that it had started to decelerate until she had to
pull over and now it wouldn't start.



   "Have you called a for a tow?"



   This time the blonde answered, saying that they couldn't get a cell
signal.



   "Huh," Bruce said, trying to suppress the rising excitement in his
voice. He had to make a decision.  On the one hand, he hadn't seen another
vehicle, other than the stalled truck, in over half an hour.  On the other
hand, it would only take one passing motorist to turn things into a
disaster.  He looked as far as he could see in both directions, then, after
another moment of consideration, he spoke up.



   "My friend is a mechanic," he said, waving Scott over, "you want him to
take a look at it?"



   The girls looked at each other and then thanked him.  They were already
beginning to get uneasy though, especially the brunette.  She smiled
tightly, nervously.  Spooked by the scent of predators on the wind.  Bruce
smiled tightly back.



   Momentarily, Scott arrived with his toolbox.  "You girls wanna flip the
hood?" he asked casually.



   Standing behind the hood, shielded from view, Scott opened his toolbox.
Inside were two ball gags, two pair of handcuffs and two tazers.  The rest
of their gear was in the van.  Bruce joined him.



   "Do you think you can fix it?" Bruce asked bemusedly.



   Handing him one of the tazers, Scott replied, "I think so." Then they
looked at each other for a second, psyching themselves up, and finally
Bruce went back to the driver's side window and the brunette.



   "Go ahead and crank it," he said.



   When she did, he tazered her on the arm, sending her into spasms. 
Reaching in, he unlocked the door and opened it.  Now the blonde screamed
and opened her door.  Scott had her tazered as soon as she was outside. 
The boys worked quickly now, knowing that every passing minute they spent
here from this point on was a risk.  They quickly gagged the girls, then
cuffed their hands behind their backs, all while they were still stunned
from the tazers.  Then they got the girls to their feet and pushed them
toward the van.



   The blonde was panicking and had to be tazered again and then carried.
The brunette wept but was compliant.  Once inside the van Scott hogtied the
girls while Bruce got them back on the road.  Satisfied with his knot work,
Scott allowed himself to admire the girls for the first time.  They were a
fine catch, all legs and lips and breasts and eyes.  Absently, he rubbed
the blonde's thigh and asked Bruce, "Where are we taking them?"



   "I was thinking the place in Kiniston," was the reply.



   "Kiniston?" Scott repeated.  The blonde drew away from his touch with a
whimper and he tazered her between the legs.  "Isn't that old dump in
Orcutt closer?" he asked.



   "Kiniston is more isolated and not much farther," Bruce replied as Scott
moved into the front of the van and took the passenger seat.  The barely
audible sound of crying could be heard from the rear.



   "Nice call on stopping, by the way," said Scott.  They smiled and
touched fists together.



   The location at Kiniston was indeed ideal for what they had in mind.  It
was one of dozens of wooded areas spread out across the southwest that they
had agreed upon for its remoteness.  As they grew close, they pulled off
the gravel road they had been taking for the last fifteen minutes and
parked the van behind a large boulder.



   "Time for a hike, girls," Scott said, untying their legs while Bruce
opened the back of the van.

   "Don't try to run," he warned, while loading his Walther.  "You won't
get far and you will be punished.  Are you ready, Bruce?"



   Bruce lowered a ramp from the van, then emerged pushing a wheelbarrow
filled with two shovels, a 50lb bag of lye, and some other supplies. 
"Let's go," he smiled.



   The walk took the better part of 45 minutes, but it was well worth it.
By the time they stopped they were so far into the woods that they could
un-gag the girls if they wished to, no one would hear them if they
screamed. The men were a little winded so they rested for a few minutes
before beginning.  The girls sat and waited nervously.



   Finally the men were ready.  They had the girls stand up.  Bruce took a
garbage bag from the wheelbarrow while Scott covered the girls with the
Walther.  Bruce then walked behind the girls (making them understandably
nervous) and unlocked their cuffs.  He then handed the bag to the brunette
and walked back to Scott.  "Strip, ladies," he ordered.  "And put
everything in the bag."



   They hesitated.  The blonde started to sob loudly.



   "He won't ask again," warned Scott.



   Reluctantly they began to undress, the blonde weeping, the brunette
shaking uncontrollably.  First, the brunette removed her sandals and
dropped them into the bag.  The blond followed suit, slipping out of her
heel-less keds and putting them carefully in the bag.  The men leered in
anticipation as the girls began to remove their blouses.  The blonde had
big, full breasts, while the brunette's were smaller but perfectly shaped.
They both had smooth young stomachs.  The men were enthralled as the
brunette pushed her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it, while
simultaneously the blonde wriggled, still crying, out of her cut-off
Abercrombies.  As the brunette pulled her panties down Bruce began to rub
himself through his jeans.



   "Jewelry too," he said.  They both removed their earrings and the
Brunette removed her necklace, adding them to the growing collection in the
bag.



   "Good.  Now you," he said to the blonde, "put these on." He threw her a
pair of cuffs, which she dropped, then picked up.



   "Behind your back," he instructed.  "You do the same," he said, tossing
the other pair to the brunette.  The girls began to secure themselves.  It
was awkward and took a few minutes.



   "Couldn't we cuff them ourselves?" asked Scott.



   "They might struggle," Bruce replied.  "Fingernail scratches on our arms
and faces could help a DA."



   "Yeah, but nobody's ever going to find the bodies." At this the brunette
fell to her knees, weeping and shaking her head, her eyes pleading out to
her captors.



   "It can't hurt to take precautions," said Bruce.  "Shall we begin?"



   Bruce went for the blonde, who made a feeble attempt to run but was
easily caught.  He looked her in the eyes.  "You're going to die with my
cock buried in your cunt.  I know you don't want that to happen, but it's
going to." He hit her, knocking her to the ground, then grabbed her by the
hair and began to drag her away to a more private kill spot.



   Scott watched them until they were out of sight, then turned his
attention to the brunette, who was huddled against a tree.  She didn't
move, perhaps frozen with fear, as he approached.  He stood for a moment
looking down at her, pondering how best to enjoy her.  Finally he smiled
and began to remove his belt.













   ----------



   The blonde was in hysterics as Bruce dragged her roughly across the
forest floor.  He enjoyed the thought of those smooth young legs and ass
being scratched by countless twigs and rocks, and he enjoyed the girl's
terror.  Finally he stopped, dropping her head with a thud.  The girl tried
to roll away, but Bruce brought his foot down hard into her stomach, taking
the wind out of her.  He continued to press his foot against her heaving
abdomen as he hastily pulled his pants down, freeing a considerable
erection.  He then sat on the girl's chest and eagerly nestled his penis
between her plump breasts.



   "You've got about twenty minutes of life left, sweetie," he said.  "So
let's make it interesting." He cupped her young breasts, pushing them
together to give himself more friction.  Gently at first, then with real
violence, he mashed them together in a circular motion, digging his fingers
deep into the soft tissue.  He used his fingernails to scrape away thin
layers of skin, leaving red welts on the otherwise smooth white mounds.



   By now the girl's screams of terror had blended with screams of pain. 
With her hands secured behind her back she couldn't offer up even the
meekest of resistance, all she could do was scream and squirm about, which
only increased Bruce's pleasure.  He took her nipple between his fingers
and twisted clockwise as hard as he could, eliciting still more screams,
all the while fucking her breasts.  He twisted again, this time
counterclockwise.  Ah, delicious!  Just then he felt the moment of passion
taking hold of him.  Grabbing both nipples and twisting them as hard as he
could, he erupted on the girl, coating her breasts and face with his cum.



   He looked at his watch.  There was still time, but he would need to
hurry.  Strangling the girl would take too long, and the Walther was back
at the wheelbarrow.  Scanning the underbrush for a makeshift weapon, he
spotted a rock about a foot long and six inches thick.  He picked it up,
testing its weight.



   "This'll do," he muttered.  He carried the rock over to the girl, who
tried to get to her feet to run but was hampered by not being able to use
her arms.  She slipped and only managed to push herself a few feet away. 
Bruce easily caught up to her.  He kicked her in the face, causing her head
to snap back sharply and hit the ground.  He sat on her, straddling her
ribcage, and raised the rock.  The girl shook her head frantically,
bawling. He dropped the rock to the right of her head, just missing her but
causing her to scream.



   "Almost time," he said.  "Just give me a minute to prepare." It had been
months since his last snuff, and Bruce's cock was so starved that it
recovered quickly from its first excursion.  He stroked it, slapped it
against the girl's face, and soon he was ready to go.  He got off of the
girl and slid his hands between her legs.  She started to squirm and clench
her legs together, but it was no use.  Taking a hold of her knees, he soon
had her spread.  He entered her in one violent motion, his shaft sinking to
the hilt, and began to piston himself slowly but firmly into her.  The girl
was an excellent fuck, though she didn't mean to be.  Her young pussy was
as firm and succulent as the rest of her.  For the first five minutes Bruce
merely fucked her, then he decided it was time to start killing her.



   He picked up the rock, still probing the farthest reaches of the girl's
pussy with his cock, and slammed it down hard on her chest.  She cried out,
and he brought it down again, this time breaking a rib and eliciting more
desperate screams.  Again and again he drove the rock against the girl's
chest until she spit up blood.  He took a moment to admire his work.  Her
ribcage was expanding and contracting quickly now as she gasped for air,
each breath causing her pain.  He ran his fingers along the fractured bones
with pleasure, poking his fingers between two ruined ribs and being
rewarded with a yelp of pain.



   "This is it, bitch," he said, feeling that it was time to finish the
girl.  He raised the rock again but this time he drove it down against her
temple.  She was dazed, and could only grunt incoherently.  Again he
smashed her skull, and this time he heard and felt a crack.  He got into a
nice rhythm, thrusting his dick and slamming down the rock in perfect
synchronicity.  By the time he finally coated her insides with his semen,
the rock was covered in girl-brains.



   "Ooh, that was good," he said as he finally slipped out of her.  He
looked at his watch.  It was clean-up time.  He urinated, then headed back
to the wheelbarrow to get a shovel.











   ------------



   Scott admired his belt.  It was thick brown leather with a heavy buckle,
a real cowboy belt, and it was going to serve him well today.  He grabbed
the brunette by the ankle and started to pull her toward him, but she
kicked and thrashed and Scott finally had to drop her legs and come in from
another angle.  This time he approached her from the side and grabbed her
by the hips.



   Hardly hearing the girl's cries, he quickly flipped her onto her stomach
and jammed his knee into her lower back, right above where the handcuffs
secured her wrists.  Now he had her completely at his mercy.  For a couple
of minutes he just let her flail about, admiring her lean, coltish, legs as
she tried to kick him.



   Eventually, however, he tired of this.  As the girl's right foot swung
within reach, he lashed out at it with the belt, hitting her square on the
sole.  She kept kicking though, and when her left foot came within reach he
grabbed it by the ankle and raked her toes with the belt.  This made her
scream, so he did it again, and then again.  He raised the belt to strike
again, then paused.  The girl had a toe ring that they had missed.  He made
a note of it.



   Dropping the girl's ankle, he began to swat her ass with the belt. 
First he used the leather end, but he quickly switched to the buckle end.
It made a loud slapping sound as it bounced off the girl's smooth young
skin, a sound that was inevitably followed, like an echo, by a high-pitched
shriek.



   The belt struck again and again, lashing out almost on its own accord,
independent of its owner.  Like a striking snake it bit deep into the
girl's flesh, leaving red gashes in the otherwise beautifully tanned skin.
Apparently it craved still sweater meat because every sixth stroke or so
Scott would direct it between the girl's legs, where it would slap
enticingly off of her tender pussy.  This would draw the most wonderful
screams yet.



   There was only so much pleasure to be had in whipping, though, and he
decided it was time to move on.  He remained sitting on the girl, who was
now softly crying, pondering how to proceed.  He looked at the back of her
head, her face obscured by her hair.  Very gently, he brushed the hair to
the side to get a better view of her.  She turned her face away, but Scott
turned it back, forcing her to endure his scrutiny.  She had beautiful
brown eyes.  He knew that he would end the evening watching those eyes as
they died.  But he wasn't quite ready for that yet.  His eyes moved to the
girl's slender, graceful neck.



   Wrapping the ends of his belt around his hands, he then slid it under
her chin and wrapped it once around her neck.  He pulled sharply upward and
backward, jerking her head back and causing her to make choking sounds.  He
squeezed the belt as tight as he could for ten seconds, then relaxed his
grip.  The girl's head fell back to the ground and she gasped for air.



   Holding the belt around her neck with one hand, Scott lowered his
trousers with the other.  He let her regain her breath, then nudged his
cock between her ass cheeks and started to tighten his grip.  The girl
started to cry more desperately, making pleading sounds that Scott couldn't
understand.  With a mighty thrust he entered her rectum, pulling back hard
on the belt at the same time.  The girl's head was jerked back and
immediately she was fighting for air.  This time he didn't let her breath
again right away, and her legs started kicking out in desperation.  It was
then that Scott heard the crackle of approaching footsteps.  It was Bruce.



   "You're still going at it?" Bruce asked, carrying a shovel and the bag
of lye.  "I've already got mine in the ground and you're not even done
fucking yours yet?"



   The girl turned to look at Bruce, tears welling.  Bruce planted the
spade in the ground and dropped the lye by her head.



   "Give me another fifteen minutes.  I want to do her right."



   Bruce sighed.  "Alright, but I'm not helping you dig." He scrutinized
the girl for a moment, frowning, then approached her.  "You missed this,"
he said, grabbing the girl's foot and indicating the toe ring.



   "I know, leave it for now.  I'll get it when I'm done."



   "Don't forget." With that Bruce walked away, back toward the van.



   Scott looked at the girl, who was crying yet again.



   "Well, it looks like I have to be going," he said, "which means so do
you." He rolled the girl onto her back and pushed her legs apart.  His
erection still strong, he penetrated her.  Then he wrapped the belt around
her throat for the last time.  He thought he heard her say something like,
"no, please," but he paid no attention.  Pulling the belt tight, he began
to fuck her.



   -----------



   Back at the van Bruce had been waiting for twenty minutes.  He wanted to
get out of the state as soon as possible, and he was contemplating going
back for Scott to hurry him along.  Just as he was deciding to go back,
Scott emerged from the woods, pushing the wheelbarrow, the two shovels, and
the empty bag of lye.



   "Do you have the garbage bag?" Scott asked.



   "It's in the back."



   "Could you drop these in it?" He handed Bruce two pieces of jewelry, one
was the toe ring, the other was a tiny silver ball covered in saliva.  "She
had a tongue stud too," explained Scott.



   "Once we get far enough away,"  said Bruce, "we'll have to find a nice
discreet pawn shop."


   
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+