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 {I'm just going to assume the Rape is explicit at this point.  (Says it
right there on the tin) So should you unless there's reason not to, like NS
at the chapter head.  Even then, it's not a sure thing.}
   Retaliator {MF Drug MC.}
   CLINK!  I came around by the gazebo, and spotted a back, coming out of
one of the trashcans.  A couple tallboy cans rattled on top of the glass
quart in her shopping cart.  I stopped, and bent over the water fountain.
No need to assert power over this bum.  Nasty ass poking out with another
dive into the trashcan.  Filthy fucking cunt.  So, put her in her place,
really dehumanize, and humiliate her.  Not really one I ever got to play
before, so I jumped at the idea of doing it, in character, with someone who
could take it.
   "Hey," she popped up, "Suck my dick for some blow?" I let the baggy hang
in between us.  She can't act, but didn't have to.  That was her, eyes
going wide, and locking onto it.  This wasn't in the script, but my own
little spice.  Figuring after months trying to replace drugs with sex..? 
"Go ahead, take it.  Might get you in the mood." She wiped her hand on her
skirt, but I unfolded my knife, and pulled out a little taste on the tip.
   She took it, snorted, and dipped out some more for the other side. 
"Uh!" she sniffed, and pinched her nose to suck the rest in.  Pulling the
zipper shut, she folded the baggie in half, and tucked it away.
   Goose bumps popped out on her shoulders.  Filthy tank-top, no bra, but
her nipples didn't pop out in this heat.  "Come-on," I put my hand on her
shoulder, "We can go to my car." By taking it, she basically agreed, but
it's not like I just wanted a beej.  That was the deal, the ploy to get her
in my car.
   A 78 Monte Carlo, pretty good condition, not restored, but the dashboard
cracks hadn't gotten too wide, and the engine was well maintained.  The way
I see it, Power-Assertive isn't mutually exclusive with Anger Retaliator.
They're both impulsive, adlib, target strangers of opportunity.  The main
difference I see is Image.  The hypermasculine arrogance, or the
non-confrontational blitz attacks from behind.  You can use the good girls
to reflect your badassedness, or put the nasty ones in their place, if
you're flexible enough.
   Not that I want to be that guy, I hate them, really.  But I'm starting
to understand them.  Predation is natural, but society is about
transcending the natural urges so that we can live, and work together. 
It's perfectly natural to shit where you stand too, but in our culture, we
hold it until we get someplace with indoor plumbing.  Some guys don't get
that memo, or sociopaths get off on breaking such social norms.  They know
it's wrong, he does it Because it's wrong.
   "Thanks, mister!" She kept her distance, but a deal's a deal.  Got in
her side, but I already had the seat-back down.  She twisted in back, and
pulled the door, so I climbed back with her, and accidentally bumped the
door-locks.  Not really imprisoned, she could get out, if I let her, but I
wouldn't.  By the time she pulled the lock-stem, and reached the handle I
could stop her.
   "Whore!" I didn't beat around the bush, yet.
   "Ow!" I laughed, and backhanded the other cheek.  "What the fuck!?" She
covered her face protectively.  So, I grabbed her shirt, and ripped it
open. "Don't hurt me!"
   "I WANT to hurt you!" I punched her in the tit.  "Filthy fucking twat,
what you thought I was attracted to you?  No, you're just a dumpster to
leave a load in!"
   "Fucker!" she fought back, slapping, and beating at my arms until I got
them under control.  I had to hold them with my legs to pull the tongue out
of the 2 "D" rings on my belt, and slip the loop out.  I smacked her with
the end, and she yelped, a pointed welt welling up on her cheek.  Then, I
pulled it out, got her wrists together, and the wide leather strap tight
around them.
   "You like that, coke-head?"
   "Naoh!" I grabbed her mouth.
   "Don't lie to me, bitch!" Her eyes were wide with real fear, wet with
tears, face screwed up in pain.  I don't get it, how she likes this, this
much pain.  But she does, I have to tell myself, before misplaced empathy
kicks in.  She twists her arms free, and hits me with both fists in the
chest, then bites, and screams until I get her arms over her again. 
"That's right, fight bitch.  You know I'm stronger than you!" Assert that
Power.
   "Augh!" she tries to cover her chest, "Naugh!  ah Aiih!" That gives me
enough of an opening to get the end of the belt through the seat-belt loop.
With the cover broken off, not a complete interior, but strong enough to
hold her, with the slack tied around.  "Inhnhnhn!" she sobs, realistically,
compared to all the fake ass crying I've ever heard from her.
   "Get up!" I had to roll her under my legs by the hips, almost stand up,
with my back to the headliner to get her on her knees.  I pushed her back,
hanging from her arms until she had to twist her neck to get her head in
the window.  "Filthy fucking cunt," I smacked it, "Don't you ever wipe? 
I'm gonna need ten rubbers to fuck that shit?" I sniffed, "Is your ass even
cleaner than your twat?"
   "Mh," she bit her lip, "Mah Ah!  Yah!" I spanked her cunt.
   "My dick," I shoved my fingers in, "Is too good for you, you piece of
shit!"
   "Noah, Auh!  Nuhuhuh!" God she was a good screamer.  But then, this
isn't a park, and the closest public land was probably a third of a mile
from here.  INS why it's so sexy, the way she's crying.  Why is this a
turnon?  IDFK, all I can think of is the throbbing pink steel in my pants.
Flopping out of my open fly, in my hand, my tight grip, my fist.  She
didn't stop crying while I got out the rubber, and rolled it on.  Just hung
there, crying.  "No, please don't AH!" I rammed into her.
   "Don't tell me what to do," I slapped her hanging tit.
   "Nauh!"
   "You're not my mother, you dirty fucking animal.  Fuck you.  FUCK yourh!
Yeah, slut, you like that?"
   "Nauh whuhuh!"
   "To good for you," I hooked my thumb down her crack, "How bout your
ass!"
   "No, please stop.  Augh!" I jammed it in, dry.  She actually said, she
likes it.  That, anal rape.  She gets all turned on, and wet getting
fucked, but this, it really hurt.  WTF?  Who am I to argue?  She was
actually pretty clean, I mean showered, douched, and enemaed before we set
up this scene.  But the cameras couldn't smell that, of course.  "Guhn!"
Donkey-punch, actually unexpected enough she really tensed inside.  I
pulled out my thumb, and held her back to aim a little higher.
   "Loose fucking slut," I rubbed it in, "At least it's tighter, you full
of shit fucking whore."
   "Mh!" She broke character, let her pleasure show with the first thrust.
To the hilt, I'd just use a different angle for that, like back behind the
seats instead of the PoV cam, or the one in the armrest, behind me, between
our legs.  "Nh, ah!  Gahd it fuh ah!  It hurts!"
   "Yeah!" I smacked her, "Cry for me.  Cry bitch!  You finally get what
you deserve.  You all deserve it, you lying cheating teases.  This is all
you're good for." She sobbed, shaking, and tensing around me until I
couldn't hold back any more.  I pulled out to shoot it all over her back,
and ass.  Didn't say anything, just gasped, and grunted.  Pretty intense,
after the 2 I'd had last-night, and all the buildup of deciding, and
setting this scene.  Writing it up, having her sign it for full informed
consent.
   No safety word, though.  She doesn't use them, can't.  Just knowing she
has that out, that safety net actually ruins the mood.  But, TBPH, I don't
have to understand to get off on it.
   Sarah {MF NS}
   He unbuckled me.  I went around to the trunk to change.  He was watching
the video, and smoking when I came back.  "So what's the attraction?" he
scooted over to the driver's side.
   "Well, you're a cop." I shrugged, and pushed the laptop over.  "I never
really thought about it, but the whole cop/criminal thing." Is kinda hot.
   "No, the pain, abuse.  How can you take so much of it you start to like
it?"
   "It's not like that," I mean, "Not really.  It hurts, but I guess I
built up enough tolerance that it turns me on.  I'm not sure why, though."
   "You're paraphillic," he noted.
   "It turns me on," I nodded, "I don't, er I haven't been turned on
without it, since I was kidnapped." I hit his arm, "That was real coke!"
How did I forget that.  "I thought you're a cop, or something!"
   "I was careful not to expose myself to it, I'm regularly drug-tested,
but you're an addict."
   "I know," I hit him again, "Right?"
   "Right," he rubbed it this time, "So, you can live in Denial, or explore
the possibilities.  Think about it, did the toot make it more, or less
intense?"
   "Um," okay, I was spinning pretty quick.  "Okay, yeah.  But it wasn't
like the tweaker hyperfuck, and I don't want to get back in that seen.  You
know what it did to my body?"
   "Yes, but that's a false dichotomy." Uh?  "All, or nothing, most of the
points are between those extremes.  So, it's not just a choice between
cold-turkey, or a trainwreck of tweak.  How much is enough, and slower
excalation.  So, you don't just blow right past some good points on your
way bye.  Work your way up to it, don't just cover yourself with scars to
armor yourself against it."
   I flipped my butt out, and rolled the window back up.  "Where we going?"
   "Oh, Starla's staying here, so I thought I'd bring you back."
   "What!?"
   "Ow!" he rubbed it, "You can't tell me that you, and Dale.  Don't look
surprised, I've known him longer'n you.  You're just a bad fit.  Honestly
you'd never live up to his unrealistic standards any more than he'd learn
to hurt you, out of love.  I'm not sure how much you thought all that
through."
   "I'm not stupid," I rubbed his arm.
   "No," he laughed, "You're disorganized.  Star says you suffered a
psychotic break, and probably at least subconsciously decided not to
recover completely, so I don't know what you were before, but right now,
I'm assuming you're some sort of Psychopath.  Female intuition, maybe not
incapable of Empathy, but still prone to destructive co-dependent
episodes."
   "So," I stopped him there, "What's the attraction?"
   He got me drugs!?  "Huh, I know I can't hurt you.  I'm not sadistic
enough to want to, but I realized a couple months back that I don't
understand abusers because I've suppressed that whole side of me.  I had a
hero-complex, bad, you know Power Assertive?"
   "Like Bundy?"
   He nodded, "Likeat, but the goodguy version.  Cape, extreme sense of
righteous, and justice, Paladin?" I shook my head, "Not a D&D girl.  Okay,
I was a nerd, then puberty kicked in, and I found I was a lot harder to
bully about then.  I grew up Irish Catholic, so instead of Masculinity, I
wanted the self image of prince fucking charming.  The problem is, in the
real world, that ideation is a weakness.  The bad-guys lie, cheat, steel,
and torture because it makes them feel good.  Call it a mid-life crisis,
but I decided I don't wanna be a deluded idealist any more.  And I have a
lot of catching up to do.  I don't want to be a man by beating it out of
women, I just want to understand the men who do."
   "So," I guessed, "I'm a practice-victim."
   "No, you're a human being.  With some superhuman aspects.  I never
thought 'Too kinky to torture' would actually work."
   "No," I held my chest, "You hurt me, you really did.  Um, can you lay
off the tits for a while?  There's pretty fucking tender right now."
   "Oh," he looked over, "I'm sorry." Not just 'sorry', he ment it, I could
tell.
   "I guess I'm working out, my issues.  It always helps me think, after a
really good scene, or sometimes in my sleep.  I don't, I'm too fucked up in
the head to just sit down, and think, until it's done."
   "No," He rubbed my hair.  "You're strong, and intuitive, you just need
to learn some Control.  Over yourself, you can't control anyone else, but
Star found that it helps to explore other fantasies.  Not just more
creative ways to be violent, but nonviolent ones.  Don't get locked into
the grove until it's a rut.  That's Records."
   "I know," roll my eyes.  Poor people still have real turntables.  "I was
thinking about that stalkerape.  You know, where the guy thinks he's in
love with her?"
   "That's still violent." He sighed.
   "Yeahbut, let me finish.  What if you flipped the genders on that scene?
I mean, that kind of rapist is empathetic, or at least tries to be. 
Romantic, there's no pain motivation before they turn all Thatch when they
bubble gets bust.  Ted." Uhm, "A woman is'n violent, nor most are, but what
if she was ugly, and shy, and had nothing but herself, and her fantasies. I
know most of them keep waiting for prince charming, but what if 1 went
looking for him?'
   "I happens," he nodded, "It's not the most common, Mother/son incest I'm
guessing, just from reports down from Sex Crimes, or Teacher/student
ephebophiles, if not a close second."
   "Stalkerape?"
   "Oh yeah, uh, I don't remember a rape on a male by a female.  Let's
see," he looked up, "One killed him in his sleep with an alarm clock, the
other two were arrested without incident, love-letters, and gifts.  Oh,
there was one that fondled a guy in his sleep until he woke up, and chased
her off."
   "Yeah," I scooted out, and rubbed my legs.  "That's good, so she molests
him in his sleep.  You think she'd wear a mask, or rape-suit?"
   "I'm not sure," he thought, "I'll ask star but if she were selfconscious
about her image.  Power-reassurance don't try to conceal their identity,
because they imagine the victim is in love with them.  I guess it's a
psychotic delusion," Shrug, "They don't think it's wrong, that there
abusing their victims."
   "Right, so it's gentle abuse, nonviolent, and I'd think sometimes the
guy plays along with it.  I mean, it's not rape if he just goes 'fuck it'
when a naked girl gets in the bed with him.  Do you wanna do Bondage?"
   "We'll get to that," he winked.
   "Oh yeah," I rubbed my wrists, "I mean, do you want to try me tying you
up?"
   "Not with anything sharp in the room.  I'm not sure I trust you that
much."
   "You just tied me up, and raped me in your back-seat!" that wasn't a
fantasy.
   "Yeah, but that was the scene." He rubbed his arm, "I'm a little scared
of you, okay?  I'm scared you might turn 'Thatch' as you call it, and get
all stabby."
   "I only stab myself." I shrugged.
   "You attacked me with an ice-pick!"
   "Awl pick," I corrected him, "That was the scene, you really think I'm
so impulsive flashing a badge is enough to attack a cop?  I let you grabbed
it," I laughed, "Held it out to you, 'here, take this'."
   He laughed back, "Okay, that was pretty easy."
   "Pkay, I'm a piquerist.  I looked it up.  But it's the only way I can
turn myself on.  Smacking, choking, whatever is like trying to tickle
myself, but a good sharp prick really gets my juices flowing.  I don't even
understand it enough to explain it to anyone."
   "So what's, " he chuckles, "the 'Tweaker Hyperfuck' like?"
   I sighed, "It's not like, a gangbang, but I guess that's about how
intense it is.  I mean, a guy's not like a one-man gangbang all by itself,
but it's about as intense as," I thought, "A threesome."
   "I'm not gonna do drugs for you, Sarah."
   "I know," I patted his arm.  Good bicep in there.  "That's why god
invented Gangbangs." In case he got any Catholic ideas, like I'm not gonna
fuck anybody else.
   "Guys don't get gangbangs." I looked at him until he looked back at the
road.  "Oh, I get it, most guys think 'that'll be awesome!', but it's not
like 1 guy can be gangbanged by 3 girls, and hold up his end.  I think it's
hot if I'm last.  Finish her off, finally satisfy her after all those men."
He gripped the steering wheel, and twisted his fingers around it.  "But I
could never appreciate it the way you can, unless I was gay."
   "Not even a little bi-curious?" I put my legs up on the seat, and leaned
over to him.  It's like an old cop-car, you could easily get 2 more people
in her, up front.  He pulled something behind the steering wheel, and
tilted it up.
   "Curious, am I capable of a homosexual fantasy?  I don't know if I could
keep it up." He wiggled his hips, and I spread the flaps of his pants. 
"You want to pull over?" He signaled, and moved over a lane.  I unbuckled,
and leaned over, lifted my leg to the back of the seat.  "Exhibition is
great, but I'm a cop."
   "I'm not a hooker, legally, and they don't know that.  What's the charge
for getting frisky with your girlfreind on the way down the road?"
   "In this state?  Vehicular homicide, if I survive the crash." he
laughed, and I sank a couple fingers.  "Here." He pulled over, but drove
back a ways up a dirt track.  It smelled nice, even with the window rolled
up, and he reached over to the glove-box.  Some leather bracelets popped
out on my lap.  "You like hand-cuffs?"
   I shook my head, "They hurt too much," bone pain.
   "These spread them out," he grinned, and got out.  Real nice, I heard
birds singing for fuck's sake.  And highway traffic in the distance.  He
came around, pulled me back, and twisted my arm behind me.  "Ow!" My bad
arm, a little twinge of pain.  CLKT!
   "You can struggle," he pushed me up against the warm hood.  I tried to
twist out of it, but he just held on, and lifted it behind my back.  "You
know your rights," he pushed me down by my shoulder, "Right?" He chuckled.
Okay, now that was a turn-on.  He could hurt me, he did, but I don't have
to make him.
   "No," I relaxed, "I'm not fighting."
   "No underwear, eh, slut?" He rubbed my skirt up, and felt up under it.
"Yeah, you like that." His fingertip splatted wetly.  Of course, I was just
playing with myself, and him, in the front seat.
   "Please don't hurt me."
   "Oh," he rubbed down, "It won't hurt." Split my lips with his damp
finger, and felt around for my clitty.  Found it with a quickness, I
remember.  Just handcuffs, I could just relax.  I don't have to get kicked
down into subspace, kicking, and screaming.  I admit, he can pull it off.
The Man.  Uberman, he even smelled like it.
   "Nh!" just squeeked out.
   "Yeah, you like it." He twisted it behind me, and felt in with his
thump. That's interesting, I thought I'd been fucked every way imaginable,
but I can't remember a thumb, with the edge of his hand, from behind
before.
   "Huh!'
   "Hm?"
   "Never mind," I sighed.
   Delilah {FM Cons...}
   There He is.  Filming the contract, "Do we have to do this every time?"
Such a mood-killer.
   "Chain of evidence," he signs it, and hands it over.  I hold out my arm,
snap my fingers for him.
   "Huh," roll my eyes, "I'm the rapist, PoV?" I was thinking, get one from
the victim's PoV sometime.  Maybe next-time, I never get the camera! 
"What's your safe-word?"
   "Orange." It doesn't sound like anything else, and there's no reason to
yell it out in passoin.
   I made sure my name was readible for the camera, and switched off the
display.  These dorky glasses are bad enough!  "Now," I held up a imaginary
watch, "Go to sleep!" Swung my fingers back, and fourth.
   He chucked, and dragged his ass off to bed.  I went out to the balcony.
Nice hotel, looked nice enough for someone to live there with all the
travel magazines hidden away.  Bedroom window, forgot to close the drapes.
   "There he is," I whispered to myself, and sighed.  Pretty fucking
dreamy, with his stubbly grown out.  Been working out, I could tell. 
Boxer-breifs.  I licked my lip, than bit the other.  "Mn!" How did I get so
lucky?
   "Thinking of me?" He pulled hiself up from between his legs, and crossed
them.  On his side, hanging to the bottom of the front of his crotch.  Not
ginormus, but nor all the way soft, neither.  Of course, he knows I'm
lookin.  Can't help thinking about it no more then what's to cum, nor the
blood pumping into it..
   ..
   Lets his hand slip down from his hip, and brushes it with his
fingertips. Fuck, this was maddening!  I gritted my teeth, then told myself
to stop.
   I like to watch, too.  "Muh!" Nice reveal.  Roll it to swing up for the
fly, cup out the balls to roll onto the thigh.  Guy porn, hunky, hairy, I
can't smell him, that's what bugs me.  Deep nazle breath.  "Hhmnm."
Reassurieng sigh.
   Love rape, Make him love me danmit!  Well get to that, deep breaths,
controll...  Yeah, he's brething deep, so slow down to it, let him catch
up. Yeah, Sigh in time with him.  "Thinking of me."
   I really like Star's style.  Make the audio match the visuals, it didn't
sound right before.  Replay the copy, and close your eyes the first time.
Is that what it felt like?  Now watch it aigan.  "Mh hm!" Pull my tights
in, and let them stretch back.  "Mh!" Pull them tight again.
   Warm night, I still shivered a little.  This was my fantasy, damn it, he
knew I'd have to be patient, and he didn't even tell me?  No, no anger in
her head.  Not yet...
   It was hard to hold my head still.  I reached up (With my other hand,)
stroked the pane over his face, then his back.  He turned, on his back, and
really started beating at it.  "It's okay, we can be together soon."
   "Ohhhhhh!" I just let that trail off, and he held it.  Pumping in his
fist, a nice splash on his rippley tummy, and flat chest.  Relaxing on that
side, falling until his tummy had to flatten.  Silentally, really good
sound proffing on this hotel.  Oh, 2 pane windows.
   And now the wait...  Here's the problem, he just got off, so it's gonna
be like, a couple more hours before he can perform.  That's in the script,
somehow make this girl's superhuman love for a stranger clear until he can
get it up for the big finally.
   Fucker!  He could've warned me.  I guess this is how you learn control.
This is the OCP of organized rapists.  "Break into her house, polaroid the
underwear drawer, and put everything back exactly the way it was when you
leave." ~Dale.
   So, Delilah is Dale, with a sex-change.  Or the Verge, or his 1 decent
charactor.  I just don't know if I can pull it off.  Control the urge to
just jump his bones, instead of sniffing his butts, putting them back in
His ashtray, and opening the door, with a hankey.
   Handisan, gloves, Stocking mask.  Serious self esteem issues.  You know,
how the guy has to ask the girl out?  Now, make that girl feel so ugly she
deserves rejection.  The ultimate sub, rapes!  Oh, this' gonna be good. 
Try to rub your hands together excitedly out of camera.
   Booties!  Some hospital ones I stole from the clinic.  No evidence, or
nothing usable.  I can hear him breathe, don't look up toward the Hotel
door, between the kitchen, and the closet, but the one that makes it a
sweete.  Bathroom] [closet, bedroom!
   I can hear him breathe.  Not quite asleep, but I didn't make a sound,
ketp my breath to low, and shallow for the mic.  Oh, but I never slept with
him before.  Listened to Him breathe.  "h," Don't sigh out loud.  God, he's
adorable.  I mean when a guy falls alseep, and the whole face they make
trying to "Be a man" relaxes.  Okay, don't start giggling, neither.
   I know he snores, she told me.  I like it, it's raessuring, and that's
what it's about, right?  All a sudden I wanted to hear it.  I cover my
mouth, fingertips brushing in, and out of view as he drifts off.  Not going
to happen, all a sudden.  God, there's drops, shining on his chest hairs,
and belly hairs.  Now that's just sadistic!  I take a deep smell, just loud
enough for the mic to hear, and his breathing doesn't change.
   "Mr, nkh!" He grunts, and snorts.  "krhrhrhrhrh." Just move my eyes over
to the bedside clock.  How did that long go passed?  Seriously, that wasn't
just a couple minutes, I just stood here for most of an hour?  I blinked.
Nope, okay!
   "Hn!" He wasn't that loud, but I can sigh now.  Maybe we shouldn't cut
this one.  Make those pervs scroll past hours of me listening to him
breathe until something moves.
   Close my eyes.  "Khrhrhrhrhrhrh..." His lips twitch, and catch on his
teeth.  Dryly, they twitch again to free themselfs.  God, this is me-porn.
Who knew?  Okay, maybe the smell wouldn't wake him up.  I was starting to
soak through a little.
   "Huhuhuhuh!" a little louder then his next snore.  Oh god I was turned
on!  Fuck, okay Now you feel what Dale sees in it?  This mask is too hot,
and I'm seriously thinking about a tiny stretch of nilon stocking fabric. I
was burning up, and we didn't even get started yet.  Like he does Star, or
he did.  Now he could get me all worked up, begging for it before he took
his peace.  Didn't he get blue-balls, ever?
   I covered my mouth, but we'd have to get her to edid that giggle out. 
He snorted, and stopped snoring, but went back to breathing the same.  Only
without the snore, before he started snoring.  So anyway, I can't stand it
any more, so I move in, a little.  Don't touch anything, but lean in to
sniff around him.  It was really strong, and fresh from the shower we had
when we got here, but I guess we better get the most out of those pills,
while he's on them.
   For Erectile Dysfunction, not that hard to lie to a doctor for a sample,
I hear the like 5 companies that make them give it away to get you hooked.
I know how that works.  Not like 4 hour hardon, not sure how that'd be a
bad thing, but I'll keep my eye out, doc.  ;)
   The real fantacy here is he won't reject me when he wakes up.  That's
why she hesitates, she subconscously know that it's a fantasy, so doesn't
rush to dispel the illusion.  Or so he tells me.  Fucking cop.  He doesn't
want to do the cop fantasy no more.  Too much like work.  IMS I want to be
raped any more.  Thanks for that.
   Shake my head.  Right, Delilah.  Um, well just look at him.  Yeah,
that's good enough, how'd you get so lucky, girl?  Score!  I mean.  I guess
the camera might read all this as her inner conflict, or whatever.  I
really was torn between moving on, or just standing here, smelling him,
listening to him breathe.  Now that sigh was giving up.  Glance at the
clock, really!?
   Ooh, what's this?  My hand shook a little, trying to not-touch it, and
not block the shot with my fingers, so yeah, good shot!  Back in the
boxer-briefs, but starting to recover, you know guys get hard in there
sleep?  Over, and over, I bet you could get pregnent 5 times if you just
stayed up and waited for it.  Might have to try that some time...
   But for now, I liked the feel of the new, dry underpants, the hard meat
under it, the soft rigde along the front of it.  His breathing didn't
change, so I played with it, dared to touch it harder, rub the fabric and
skin over it hard enough to make it move.  Still almost snoring away, I
looked up, and watched his face.  I got my thumb under, to roll it to the
middle so I could pet it with my whole hand.
   He sleeps on his side, but with his legs crossed, over, and under.  All
the pillows stuffed under his head, and neck.  Nice long shoulder sticking
up.  "Mh," I stopped, held him, and looked at his face.  He snorted, and
started snoring again.  I pushed his hip, a little.  Not enough to shake
him, but he kept snoring.  Slowly, and carefully, I pushed it back, and his
bent leg so it wouldn't flop over.  "HnH!" he grunted, and stopped snoring,
but settled back, and started breathing normal again.
   Or no, he didn't.  His face changed, so I looked down, and concentrated
on what I was doing.  I closed my eyes, but he kept breathing the exact
same as when he was asleep.  So, he knows what he sounds like asleep. 
"Hn!" Or, maybe he faked it this whole time, and fooled me.  Either way,
but imagine lying there, pretending to sleep, knowing someone was right
there, just waiting to jump your bones!  No wonder he got it up again so
quick.
   Morris {MF NS}
   "Yeah?" I sat up.  She pulled, and shut off the headset.
   "I don't wanna hurt any more." She sat down, and started crying.  The
headset cradled limply in her lap.
   "Ooh," I get the broken one.  I grabbed her shoulders, and just held her
there, waiting for more signals.  "Are you ready to talk about it?"
   "What are you, a shrink?"
   "Have you tried it?" She shook her head.  "How's that working out for
you?"
   She fell over my lap, and sobbed, this fragile little victim, nowhere to
hide an ice-pick.  And blueballs, "Perfect."
   "Huh?" she paused sobbing.
   "Facetious, sorry.  I never ment to hurt you, and I'm sorry I have, but
I didn't know.  I tried not to." Lameo.
   She sighed.  WTF?  "People say I can't act.  Emotional Release, she
calls it.  Star, Stella, Celeste, some other word for star?"
   "Jealous?" I gently hit her arm.
   "Well yeah!  She's so priveleged.  I mean if I'd won the lottery like
her, and wasn't dislexic, do you really think she's smarter then me?"
   Again.  W.  T.  F.  ?  "I don't have enough information to even
guestimate." Vulkan defense, and sticking to it.  "Do I have any idea what
your life was like?  Fuck no!  But I'm willing to learn..."
   "Okay, where do I start?  I was a bad kid, 'Conduct Disorder,' they
called it, so I didn't have any friends, sucked in school, and found a guy
who was into me, or at least my pants.  Freudian excuse?  You want
abandonment, precocious sexualization, Pizzaface, or 'That psycho-chick?'
Should've gotten a pamphlet, and a baggy of blue speed when I was born, but
the clinic was outta those."
   She sniffed, "You gave me coke?" She hit my chest.  "Psycho-chicks are
great at parties.  Mohawk, safety pins, 'oi, oi!' ?" Shook my head.  "Okay,
not a rudie.  Anyway, we're talking biker/skinhead parties, says 'till the
cops show up' on the invitations.  No, we didn't really get invitations.  I
didn't graduate highschool, tried for my GED, didn't pursue a further
career in academia, wound up in the gutter.  So yeah, Tweak.  What about
you?"
   I sighed, "I led a very boring life."
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Rape