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 Ryder {MF Sadi Rape Bond}
   "Mommy?" I sigh, "What's this?" and set down my purse.
   "Where did you get this?" vibrator, it's certainly not mine.
   "Kelly's closet," out with friends, when she's supposed to be watching
them, and now this?
   "Come here," I don't want to touch it, but have to take it away, and put
it on the table.  "It's a toy," I look away from it, into her eyes, "For
grown ups."
   "It's Kelly's toy?"
   "Yes," I guess, and hug her, "She's growing up, and I guess she got it,
somewhere."
   "I never seen one of those at the toystore!" she reaches out, "How's it
work?" Rhnhnhnhnh!
   I open my eyes, "don't play with that!" take it away, and try to figure
out how to turn it off.  I see, the base twists, like a lipstick, and the
humming stops.
   "When can I get one?" never!
   "Hhn," I hide it, "Legally, when you're eighteen." The books said not to
discourage them too much, but left out the possibility of your 5th grade
daughter coming to you with her sister's sex toys.
   "But Kelly's only 16?" she's so confused.
   "Yeah," I know, "I'll have to talk to her later." I get up, set her
down. "Come on, show me where you got it so I can put it back." I follow
her back to Kelly's room, and open the door in back.
   "Kh!" I gasp.
   "Indere!" she points down to the Hope Chest, once mine, now Kelly's, and
some day her's.
   "Go to your room!" I look down from the hanger rod.  Thank god she
didn't see it, or understand.  I close the door behind her, untye the belt
I'd got Kelly, hanging between the clothes.  "Hn!" I roll it up, open the
chest, and hold my breath.  That's the only reason I don't gasp again.
   "Oh, Kelly." I hold my head, shaking it, and close my eyes.  "This is
not what I Hoped for you."
   Jonny {mf fDom Fist SM}
   "UH!" she shakes.
   "Kummon," she grunts through her teeth, "Fuck me," hands tight on my
hips, "harder!" digging her nails in my ass, "Harder you fucking pussy,
fuck me like a Man!"
   "Uh," it hurt.
   SMACK!  "I said fuck me," my leg was bleeding, "Bitch!"
   "HhH!" I got soft, pulled out.
   "UhHN!" she shoved her hand between her legs, "HhN!" I swear, she
stuffed the whole thing in to her wrist.  "N!" Wet slapping, her wrist
hitting her belly.
   "Huhhh," I got up, pulled off the empty rubber, and fixed my pants.
   "nt!" I look back, and she's not even pretty any more.  Her face all
red, blood bulging in her forehead, mouth open, hand tight around her own
neck.  "EHN!" I go out for a cigarette.  I swear, ever since her best
friend was raped, she changed.  She wanted me to hold her down, choke her.
   Kelly {fFg NS Lies}
   "MoOM!" she's waiting for me.
   "Close it," pissed.
   THINK!  "Is there no privacy in this house?"
   "Sit down," she doesn't smile, and my ass clenches, imagining the
spanking.  I swear, I couldn't fart if I wanted to then.  "Your sister,"
she sighed, "Got into your closet while you were supposed to be watching
her, and her brother this afternoon." She held up the little silver hummer,
"Asked me what this was."
   "OMGod," I covered my mouth, looked guiltily at the closet door, then
the other one.  "What did you tell her?"
   "I handled it," she grimaced, "But this has to stop."
   "Moom," I looked away.
   "Kelly!" I looked back, about to hit the roof, "I found the belt too!"
   I started crying, "I locked the door," and everything!  "How did she
even get in here?"
   "You left the window open," but, the lock only works from the inside,
"She just walked across the roof of the porch from their room."
   "Hh," same way I came in.
   "What you Were doing Was dangerous," she got out some printouts, "Here's
some news clippings, girls, boys, men, and women die every year." This time
it was her turn to look away.  "Doing that."
   "It's called auto-erotic asphyxia," maybe I could shock her out of this
whole disturbing conversation, "And I'm not that stupid." I can control
myself.
   "I'm sure all these people thought that too," she set down the sheets,
and got up.  "I don't want to loose you," she rubbed my face, "Like that."
   "Oh mom," I started crying again.
   "Ohh," she hugged me, "It's okay, but it has to stop." She didn't leave
right away, but took it away, all of it.  "Where did you get all of this?"
The vibe, magazines, padded handcuffs, anal beads, lube, rubbers, belt,
everything.
   "From a freind," I looked away, blinking.
   "A man?" she sighed, dropped the lid.
   "NO!" Imean, "A girlfriend, from school."
   "OMGod," she broke down again, "Your Gay!"
   "No mom," I hugged her, "I like boys, I just," eyes tight, "can't talk
to them." About this.
   "I don't want you seeing that 'friend' any more," she looked at me
seriously, "And we're going to have to talk with your father when he gets
home."
   Justine {f Solo Rape Porn Maso Asph}
   "GHN!" teeth tight, I twist my arm, loosen the belt.  "KHUHHH!" The rush
of air, prickles on my cheeks, lips, forehead, stars dancing in my eyes. 
"HUH Huh hn!" the warm rush, I let go, float, into the light, glowing,
warm.
   "Knock knock," I jump.
   "Um!" scrabble the magazines together, "I'm not dressed!"
   "Dinner's ready," dad's footsteps, down the hall.
   "Hnh!" I pull the belt loose, over my hair, pick up my jeans, and a
turtleneck.  One last look at the magazines, the girl on the cover, bent
over, hair crushed under the belt, two rows of pyramid studs, like my
bracelet.  Snapping it on my wrist, I look at the mirror, check my hair.
   Pulling it out of my shirt, I open the door, brush it out, while mom
walks by.  "Come on dear," she looks in, "Before it gets cold."
   "Kay, mom," I set it next to my hairbrush.  Walking across the hall, I
wash my hands, and go downstairs.  "Mmn!" I worked up a good appetite, and
it smelled so good.
   "I know you've been depressed lately," I roll my eyes, and take a bite,
"But could you try not to dress so much like a corpse?"
   "And watch your weight," turn to mom, keep chewing, "You're getting
fat."
   It hurts to swallow, "Okay mom," I sigh, "God!"
   Ryder {M Solo Rape Fant Feti Sadi}
   "No," I point, "Aqui!" they set it down.  The last piece, we go down,
and I pay them.  "Can I use your bathroom?"
   "Sure," she smiles, but I know where it is.  Just settling down to
Pizza, I head upstairs, through the bedroom, and stop.  It's right there,
where I left it, on the bedside table.  I lock the door, cut open the box,
and drop my toolbelt.  "HahHhH!" her dildo, I take it out, smell it.
   Not used recently enough to still have an odor, but I know where it's
been, what She used it for.  "HhH!" I get mine out, hold it up, compare
them as I harden in my hand.  A size queen, it's huge, silicone, flesh
tone. "Hhahuh," fap fap fap.  I close my eyes, imagine her wearing that
camisole.  "NhH!"
   Pulling it up, holding her down, "NhHt!" Her struggles, screams,
strapping her down, cutting away her underwear.  Punching into her, PNK! 
slapping my legs against the sink.  "rHN!" Slapping her face, cries muffled
by the tape, "GhnN!" cum bursting out, splashing into her, ripping out.
   FAPfap fap, "Nhnhnh." I wash my hands, and the sink.  It looks yellow,
sickly on the white porceline, but that lets me see that it's clean. 
KHKHKHK!  I re-tape the box, and drop it back on the beside.
   Justine {f Solo Bule Frip Rape Fant Asph}
   "HRLK!" I pant, get up flushing the toilet, and go to wash my hands. 
"Hnh!" I look thinner in the mirror, close my eyes, and imagine how it
should be.  Yeah, hair not so fucked up, and black.
   DRiNNNNNNNNG!  I sigh, and head out.  The last bell, I shudder at
everyone around me.  He's here, somewhere, look behind me.  Is He
following? No, can't see Him, sigh, but is it relief?  I mean, he Raped me.
It hurt, but I can't stop thinking about it, touching myself, imagining
pleasure instead of pain.
   Cut across the soccer field, stop at the trees, and look back.  "Hnh!"
still not following, noone, but kids cutting through.  Alone, in pairs, and
groups, but no lone man, coming towards me.
   Deeper in the woods, a private place, secret, and personal.  It was
here, right here, I sit down, and close my eyes.  Of course I was a virgin,
nobody would want to fuck me, love me, make love.  Until He came, walking
calmly across the soccor field, looking around, but confident, not
suspiciously paranoid.
   I wanted it, so bad, just didn't know how much it would hurt.  "HhH,"
ZZZP "I like the pain," CLKTKT "I can feel it.  NHN!" The blood, wet now,
red, just a drop rolling down my thumb.  "Hnh!"
   He follows my path, tracks me like a predator, smells the blood, sweat,
fear, and arousal.  "Nhn!" I curl up around my hand.  "nhH!" Punching into
me, the blood, pain.  "HhH!" He hears my cries, comes around, sees my back,
hunches over, crying, arm out, sleeve up, the scratches, scars, blood.
   "Nyah!" I shake, suck at my fingers deep in me, hold my breath, my
collar, the pyramid spikes biting into my hand.  "Kh!  Ghk!" gasping, but
no breath, blood thumping the leather, twitching in my face, pounding in my
face.  "Hhnnh." I think I passed out.
   Kelly {f Solo Porn SM}
   "Hello?" I look around, "Anybody home?" A note:
   We went out to a freinds {SiC} to study!  Be back for dinner.
   "Hn!" the house to myself, I could call Jonny, wait for him, or.  Mom
took it all, threw it away, all of my stash, but I snicker, and head up to
their room.  Dad's secret stash, no I won't write down where, but I'm happy
to see some new stuff.
   "Ohh!" a tape!  And a new dildo, but no lube.  Sighing, I sit down, and
pop in the tape to get good, and wet.  "Hh," straight, home made, boring. I
rub myself, suck on that big fucking thing, but can't get turned on. 
Sighing, he's got a camera in there too.
   Ohh, with a tape, I close up the stash, and go down to watch it in my
room.  By the monitor, it's like I'm right there, filming it, right in
front of me.  "Hhn," I lay back, slip it own between my legs an watch the
viewfinder.
   Just feet, walking, then pan up to a door, stopping, unlocking it.  I
fast forward, and it stops again.  [||], I look back, advance by frame
until it's stable.  A sheet of paper on a table by the stairs, it focuses
automatically until it's readable.
   [Waiver of prosecution for concentual force role play:
   I _Sarah_Parker_ explicitely concent to sado-masochistic sexual
ravishment by an unamed assailent, and filming of it.  It is my fantasy,
idea, and wish to be "raped," by a stranger, in my home while I sleep.  I
hearby waive my rights to prosecute for rape, or press charges for any
sexual assault resulting from this up to the utterance of the safe word
"_platypus_".  Saying this should stop all action, and end the scene.  If
not, anything thereafter is rape, and sexual assault.
   Signed Sarah Parker]
   [|>] excited, I watched him carefully fold, and put it away on his way
up the stairs.  "Nhn," wet, I rubbed inside, and out.  His hand came up,
pushing open the door, to a bed.  Queen, or king sized, it was covered, but
unmade, a small body curled up in the covers.
   "Nh?" she turned as the glove brushed her red curly hair.  "MNH!" He
held her mouth, eyes wide over it.  Black, I [>|]ed it, and looked real
good at her closeup.  Black roots, and remarcable consistancy to the curls.
Bleached, dyed, and either permed, or curled.
   "Hn," [|>] "KHKHKHK!" he taped her mouth, slapped her until her hair
swung round her face.  "NHN!" she cried, clenched her eyes, squeezed out
tears.  "RHHN!" A deep chuckle right in my ears from the phones.  The skin
crawled up my neck, as I realise she couldn't say it, "MWLADEMUFF!"
   "Shutup!" he slapped her again, but didn't shout, almost whispered.  I
could hear the sadistic lust in his voice, and slipped my fingers out as
the camera panned down.
   "HhHhH!" So big, it had to hurt, I slipped it between my legs, felt it
so thick, pressing on my lips, into them, spreading around the round hard
head.
   "Clink!" I could see his buckle hit the snap of his pants, panning back
up.  "CLKTKT!" around her wrist, pulling it up by the chain, her other
forced up in his fist.  "Nhnhn!" crying now, mouth pulling open in the wide
clear strip of tape.  'PLEASE' silently, but readable through the window
gag, chin wrinkled.  "IHNT!" back down, his gut on her flat tummy,
squishing her tits flat.  "H H H?" Sobbs.
   "NHhHGH!" pushing as hard as I can, with one hand.  I drop the camera,
grab it.  "THN!" grunt, force it into me, "Guh!" deep, hard, pushing the
breath out of me.  "HhHhHhuh!" dragging it back, feeling every hard
veinlike ridge.  "Hht!" so full, punching into me, slamming into the end.
   "AIGH!" burst of pain, "Ghn!" curling up, hunching breathless, unlike
any hurt I ever felt.  "HhnNH!" pulling it painfully out of me, clenched
spasticly, so hard my asshole aches.  I feel it in the bone, a white hot
coal of agony in my side.  "Uhuhuh?" what the fuck?  I mean god, it hurt,
like birth, or getting kicked from inside.  Mom always smiled when that
happened, but I knew it had to hurt.
   "Uhhhn!" I still hurt, but could get up, holding my tummy, cramping now,
and turn off the camera.  "HuhHhH!" try to breathe, put it back before
anybody comes home.  Wracking pain, slowly dying down like the afterglow
from an orgasm.
   "How did he?" try to jam it in, pulling out the magzines, an a peice of,
"What the?"
   [Waiver of prosecution for concentual force role play:
   I _Sarah_Parker...
   "Vic" {MF Rape Deni}
   "HhHh," I shiver, hold myself, try not to think about the bathroom,
shower, like she said on 911.  I hung up after "Police are on their way,"
and try to wait.  Why didn't I hear sirens?
   KNOCKNOCKNOCK!  It all happened so fast, "I'm Detective Olivier," looked
like business, nice reddish brown suit, and violet shirt under it, "I
understand there was an incident?"
   "No?" I turned.
   "Maam," she looked at my hair, "did you recently bathe?"
   "No?" then why was my hair wet, and who wrapped a towel around it?  Just
the way i do.
   "Honey?" my husband hugged me, all of a sudden on the couch.  "Remember,
you had a shower when you got home?"
   "Oh," I blinked, "That's right." Why didn't I dry my face?
   "I know this is hard," Olivier sat down, "But can you tell me what
happened?"
   My head hurt, "She went out for her night's run, and when she came back,
her clothes were torn, and she said she'd been Raped."
   "Uhuhuh!" I broke down.
   "She told me everything," he just held me.  I didn't deserve it, his
love, so dirty, like I cheated on him.  "He grabbed her from behind, hit
her with something." I closed my eyes, curled up.  "He taped her mouth,
over her eyes, and her hands in front of her.
   Then, she was led, through the woods, she thinks.  He helped her up into
a truck, rolled the door down, and cut the tape around her wrists.  He
drove her somewhere, bound to a couch, or sofa against the back wall. 
Then, he stopped, got back there with her, and..."
   I stopped listening, just fainted, drifted away to darkness, and
silence.
   Det.  Benita Olivier
   [Victim chooses to remain anonymous, and dissassociated through most of
the interview.  She kept her eyes closed, and recounted what happened
inside the van as if in a hypnotic trance.  At the seccondary crime scene,
the perpetrator raped her, sadisticly.  Slapping, biting, and verbally
abusing her, he removed the tape to let her scream.
   My professional opinion is she was moved to a remote location to
eliminate witnesses.  The abusive manner, and steps taken to let her scream
suggest a Sexual Sadist.  He kept her blinded with tape so she couldn't see
him, which may indicate recognisability, rather than the insecurity of a
reassurance rapist.  Another indicator is dealyed arousal, she recounted
that he wasn't able to rape her until after abusing her, and hearing her
screams.
   A canvass for witnesses yielded sightings of two rental moving vans in
the area, though the U-haul next door was obvioulsy due to their new
neighbors moving into the building across the alley.  Investigation is
mostly focusing on the smaller box van, rented from Ryder.  If chosen for
this purpose, it would have been more suitable as lower profile, and easier
to find a site for.
   6'x6', no cabover extension, a box van, check for area rentals.  The
mover next door, a Geofrey Walker, returned the U-Haul, and flew out before
he could be interviewed.  Before the assault, he can be cleared as a
suspect at this time.
   Kelly {f Solo}
   [Rape Stories] CLKT, [Search->] "Hnh!" I look over the computer, around
the library, but nobody's watching.  Well, what do you know, there's
actually a site called Rape-Stories.org!  CLKT!
   "Hmn," not like there's pictures, besides the ads I scroll past. 
"Antirape," by Psiberzerker.  {(c)} CLKT!
   [It would be a dark, and stormy night,] I giggle a little, [I fucking
hate cliche's.] I don't remember the rest of it, word for word, but it was
increadible.  I mean, a serial killer, girl, kills rapist, while they're
raping her.
   "HhHh!" [<Back] backclick, down, .  , [Google results for Rape Stories.]
CLKT!  [Psiberzerker Rape Stories.]
   "Hmh," scroll down, down, CLKT!
   [He follows me through the night, probably telling himself I want it. 
For once he's right, he just doesn't know what I'm going to do with it.]
Good stalking, then the end kind of took me by surprise.  I mean, it wasn't
even Her, but some breath vampire named Basiatis.  Or maybe a demon, he
possessed the victim, the rapist it lured with her young body.
   "Curiouser, and curiouser," [<Back]
   [123456789...  next>] CLKT!  Down, down, "There," CLKT!
   [Amanda Hunt] LoL, I look around.  Yeah, that had to be Her.  CLKT!
   [The Mourning Star throbs with a synthetic electronic pulse...] "Hnh!" I
put my elbows up, cross my fingers for my chin, and keep reading.
   Ryder {MF NS}
   "We need to talk," she picked me up at the airport.
   "Honey," I dropped my luggage in the back seat, "I really think you're
overreacting."
   "Is that so?" she sighed, and drove off as I reluctantly closed the
door. "Do you know what I found in Kelly's closet?  What our little girl
brought to me?"
   She told me over the phone, "I don't know what this has to do with me,"
I thought somebody had been through my things, always thought it was my
wife.
   "You're never there," she pointed out, "I try to love them as much as I
can to make up, but Kelly, she's choking herself!"
   "HhH!" I look out the window, blink away the image of the cover to that
magazine, my daughter's face, gasping above the belt.  "Well I have no idea
where she get's such ideas."
   "From one of her friends," she provides, "She won't tell me which one,
but she insists she's still a virgin, and doesn't hang out with her any
more."
   "Her," look at her, "She's not," try not to think about my girl with
another teenage girl.
   "No," she shakes her head, "Thank god she's still straight," down at the
silver cross, and chain, "but she's having these disturbing fantasies."
   "About what?" I cross my legs.
   "About being Raped."
   "Hhn!"
   Kelly {MFf NS fDoM}
   "Huh!" I roll my eyes, and sit down.  The younger ones are in bed, and
now it's time to have the Talk.
   "Young lady," dad sits down, "Your mother tells me you have been hanging
out with the wrong kids, and," he looks over to her, "Getting into
trouble."
   "Hnh!" it worked on her, "You mean playing with myself, strangulation,
and rape fantasy?"
   "Uh," he blinked, "Yeah, that." he looked down.  Not away, he felt
responsible, pervert.
   "Hh," mom looked away, disgusted.
   "Yeah, well," I am your daughter, "I can't help it.  I don't try to
think about it, wish I could turn it off, but it's like someone put these
images in my head." Or, you know what I mean, he raised me, anyway.  "I
can't stop thinking about being held down, choked, the belt around my neck
when he's raping me."
   "I," mom gets up, "I just can't listen to this!" literally throws her
hands up, SLAMs the door behind her.  I grin, look him right in the eyes.
   He swallows, looks down.
   "Yeah," I said, "You know what?  I found the funniest things, going
through your stuff, while you were gone."
   "Youn," his jaw tightened.
   "Yeah!" I interrupted, "Much younger than, oh, say Sarah Parker."
   "Uh," he blinked, "What?" back down "Who?"
   "You're not very good at this, are you?" I grinned.
   "I don't know what you're talking about."
   "Well," I lean in to whisper, "Let me just say you're a profiler's wet
dream." I been thinking about this a lot.  "I mean, you look like fucking
rapist pervert.  Middle age, fat, balding, and you got the perfect job. 
Travel, access to people's homes, women, who look just like Mom."
   "What?" that got him.
   "You had Sarah bleach, perm, and color her hair, red, just like the
pictures you {Photo}'Shopped." He put his head down, in his hand.  "Don't
cover your tracks real good," I sat back, kept an eye on the stairs.  "You
have to empty the trash file after you delete things, like chat logs.  Or
don't save them in the first place, edit out incriminating ones like when
she tells you where she lives, her address, when she'll be home, alone."
   "No," he looks around, "You read those," searching for the answer, "You
know she wanted it."
   "Up to a point," I guessed, "How could she say 'Platypus' through the
tape?  You can see it, if you watch her mouth, right before you slap her
again, tell her to shut up."
   "No," he shakes his head.
   "Tell yourself that," I snort, "The cops'll see it."
   "NO!" He jumps up.
   "Keep your voice down," I hold my excitement, heart beating out of my
chest, try to control my breath, "You want Her to hear?" He holds his hands
over his mouth.  "No, keep them there, have a seat, and just listen."
   He sighs, sits down, lets his arms drop.
   "Soo," I grin, "How was your trip to NY?" I been watching SVU, "Any more
victims?"
   "N," he looks down, "No?" away.
   "Pft!" I scoff, "How'd you make it this far being such a lowsy liar?"
   "Stahp," like I bet they said.
   "Kay!" I got up, "But that tape's Mine." and a few other things, he
could destroy the rest.  I turned back from the stairs.  "G'nite!"
   Justine {fm Rape}
   [You been asking so long, so here it is.  I was feeling real bad about
being teased after school, and went to, I don't know, take it out on
myself, I guess.  I showed you the place, but then, it just looked
convenient, and private.  I just wanted to be alone.
   Anyway, I got out my rasor, and started cutting.  It hurts, but made me
feel better somehow.  I used to think I was punnishing myself for being
such a fuckup, but I been thinking about it a lot, and now beleive it was
to make the pain real, on the outside to match how much it hurt inside.
   So, I guess I was crying real hard cause I didn't hear him, or notice it
anyway.  He grabbed me, and I screamed, and he held my head down in the
dirt.  I lied about seeing him, that fucker's name is Morgan Derrek.  You
know the black kid, in our creative writing class?  Well, what they say is
wrong.
   He don't got a porn star dick, but I wasn't turned on anyway, and it
still hurt.  And it felt so wrong, I didn't want it, or nothing, and he was
like a monster.  He fucked me so hard, and I just wanted to scream, cough
the dirt out of my mouth, throw up, or something.  He got off real quick,
too, so I tried to fix up my clothes, and kept on crying.
   I never told anybody else, and is that what you wanted to know?]
   I look up, "Hhnn," and uncross my legs.  "Ahem," I look at her, nod, and
smile.  Then, I look the other way.
   Derek {fm Rape}
   I look down, go back to writing.  What's her name, the redhead, why did
she smile at like that?  Kind of creepy.  I shift, uncomfortable, and keep
writing.  She's freinds with her, that girl, I try not to look at her.  She
might tell.  "Uh," I rise my hand, "Miss?"
   "Yes, Morgan?" I ignore the snickers, it's not a girl's name!
   "Can I use the restroom?" I get up, cross my legs like I got to pee.
   "Of course," she picks up a pass.
   "Uh!" that girl raises her hand, "Me too!" she takes it, "Thenks!" and
skips out after me.  The door swings shut, and the other girl looks at me,
through the cross hatching, mouth hanging open.
   "CumOnN!" I run after the rehead, oh yeah, Kelly Ryder.
   So much hotter than dirtface, I mean she wasn't fat back then, but had a
nice ass.  Kelly's like, taller, and you know, a redhead.  The curls
bounced after her, "Soo," over her skirt, "I hear you got a little dick."
   "What?" I stopped, "NoO?"
   "Oh yeah?" she turned, "Prove it!" that creepy grin on her face.
   "Uh?" I backed up, and she pushed me into the boy's room.
   "Hey!" a boy looked over from the urinal, "Fuck off."
   "Wh?" ziIP!
   "Hey," I backed up, "I,"
   "Shut up," her hands were on my shoulders.  KANK!  CLICK!  she turned
back from the stall door, "Rapist."
   "No," I looked away, "I,"
   "Liar!" she slapped me, and I put my hands up.
   "Victoria." {fm Rape}
   Big mistake, "Ghn!" I dropped my knee behind me, and stepped back. 
"Uhhhn." I pushed him down on the toilet.
   Knk!  I stepped up on the seat.  "Go on," I laughed, "Let's see it?"
   "Wh?" Smack!  "Uhn!"
   "That's right," I giggle, "That puny little thing." Good thing I
remembered my backpack, girls clothes, next to no pockets, "Drop em," I put
my toe in his pants, pulled back.  None big enough for this fucking thing.
   "Uh!" he looked up, scared.  Aand I got out the tape with my other hand.
   "So," KXKXKX!  "You have any idea how much it hurts to get Raped?"
   "MNO!" I smack him with it.
   "Ben dover big boy," I laughed, "Yer about to find out!"
   "Ghint!" Justine looked over, covering her giggle.
   I tore it off, and passed it over.  WTF!?  It is creative writing class.
   KZzz, she looked back, and I quick flashed it at her.  Just the big pink
heart shaped head, I winked, and raised my hand.
   "Yes," the teacher looked up, "Kelly?"
   "Kin I use the restroom?" KZz!
   "Of course," she sighed.
   "Uh!" behind me, "Me too?"
   Justine {ff yeah, well.}
   "Ghinhinhint!" sooo, we skipped.  Well, she did, in those shoes, and I
just ran to keep up.  She got out a cigarette, as soon as we were out the
doors by the gym, and stopped to light it on the soccer feild.
   "Soo," she grinned out the side of her mouth, "got it?"
   "Uhh," yeah.  "It's in my locker."
   "Hh!" she took a drag, and stomped off.  Bathed in the sun, her hair
burned with light, smoke trailing behind.
   "Wait!" Hhn, Hhn, Hhn!  I catch up.
   "Sign it yet?" I know where she's headed.  Under the trees, I can see
the dark ends, where she dyed it, then hacked it off.
   "Nobut," why am I gasping for breath?
   "We have to do this," she repeated, "Unless you're satified with binge,
and purge."
   "No," I stop, look down.  Not at it, the tree, fallen.
   "Come on," long dead, and starting to rot, she stepped down into the
hole, torn out by the roots when it fell.
   I took her hand, I never been down there, since.  "HhH!" a hot spring
day, but when the twisted shadow fell over me, I shivered, and goosebumps
popped out on my bare arms.
   "Give me your razor," she held out her other hand, still holding mine.
   I let go, dug it out, "Here."
   KLKTKTKT!  "No more pain," she held the blade between her fingers.  "Say
it,.."
   "No more pain," I close my eyes, but heard the
   SNAP!  "Now."
   I opened my eyes.  THMP!  I hope it didn't land on leaves, and needles.
   "Wh?" she turned around.  "No!"
   "This is for your own good," she grinned, and it flopped in her hand.
   Victoria {f solo}
   She ran, screaming.  "Hnh," I shrugged, pretty much as I expected,
"WHAT?" I broke down giggling, watched it jiggle.  "Hh ha hah haH!" no use
letting it go to waist, he's always hard, and ready to go.
   "Frances," I kissed his cute pink head, "Smuit!" and he bounced back. 
"HnHhH!" he slipped down my chest, belly, skirt.  Under me, squirming
around like a blind worm, it's eye just a dimple in the plastic.
   "OhH!" pressing my underwear, I twist, slip up under my skirt, across my
but, pull them out of the way.  "OHhn!" wet from, you know, writing,
scaring Justine straight, but not quite loose enough.  "Good,"
   "GhN!" both hands, relaxing my legs, then they twitch as I sink onto it.
"GHK!" breathless, I can almost feel it on the back of my throat. 
"KhuuuuuhH!" slowly drag it out of me.  "HhHuhuH!"
   "GHN?" it hurts, "So grdh!" teeth tight, lips pulled back in a snarl. 
"HhHUKH!" UHhnn.  It burns, lapping up my spine, warming my scalp, heating
it.  "Kshkt!" I jerk away, "WuH"
   WHM!  "AIGH!" I jump back, beating at my head, scalp, grinding it in the
dirt.  kwhrHRHRH!  The flames washed up, around the twisted roots, flashing
on the smoke like an anti shadow.  Sure my hair was out, I ran, forgetting
the thing I dropped, even fixing my panties in my fright.
   Derek
   "Trikertreat!" I let my tongue hang out, and held up the plastic bags
full of cans.  Hey, it was BYOB!
   "Comeon in!" the pirate raised his handle, propped it on his leg,
standing on a keg.  "Who're you spose to be?"
   "Magic Johnson!" I waved it, in front of me.
   "Huhahah!" he shove me, "Good one!" I showed off the star, red with
[AIDS] on the end.  Looking around, I tried to figure out who was who.
   "You all right?" I leaned over the green haired girl in the purple
dress, looked like a doll, tossed on the couch where she passed out.
   "YEAH!" I jumped back, "Howbout you?!" Her grin split open, painted back
to her ears!  "Hahhahahahai!"
   "Fuck, man!" I got a hold of my self, "I thought the Joker was a man!"
   "Think again, sister!" he plopped a huge Mask {(Cr) Dark Horse Comics}
hat with a purple feather on, and grabbed a matching neon green coat. 
"Morgan."
   "Hey!" he slung it on, like a vest in the front, but long, and split in
the back.  "Who th'fucker you?"
   "You!" she threw her arm over my sholder, "If yer lucky!"
   What's her name, "Kelly?" from creative writing?
   "And the other two guesses don't count!" she leered, more like two face,
"So is it true what they say about guys with big feet?" she wagles her
eyebrows, looking down, then her toes.
   "Uh," her shoes were huge!
   "We wear big shoes!" she snagged a brew from my sack.
   Right, "Bring brews, or broads!" he said.  She never dressed like that
before, I mean, no overalls, or nerd glasses, but I never really thought
she was hot.  Even when she wore a skirt, it was long, and she crossed her
legs.  Her tops were always loose, and modest too, I never really thought
she had a body before.
   "Uh," tight, "Nice dress," short, low cut.
   "Thenks!" she let go to twirl away, skirt spinning up over her hot pink
underwear, matching her bra.
   She bounced, dropping her other leg behind her.  "I heard all about
you!" she shouted over the music, then leaned in.  "HhHhH!" in my ear, I
felt something, her hand on the front of my jersey.  "It's true!" I dropped
my "magic" wand.  "Wanna go upstairs?"
   "Uhh," she slipped back, "yeah." Aight, I bet a few guys this costume
would get me layed, but I never guessed it would work, like, "Magic?"
   Justine {fm Rape Anal Voye}
   "Hh!" I held my breath, saw Him.  Slipping back, I closed my eyes.
   "Hehehehn!" clktkt!  Peeking through the slats, she grinned, held up a
finger, dangled the cuffs in front of him.
   "Uh," he looked away, and I shrank back again.
   "ShHhH!" she put her other hand to his mouth, pulled the red makeup on
her cheeks in to kiss him.  "Mhmn," ran her hand down his arm.  CLKTKT!
   "UhHh," he pulled back, "I don't,"
   "Relax!" she grinned, "Justine told me what you did, so this is so you
can't Rape me."
   "What?" I shrank back at my name, but angry as much as scared.  She said
she wouldn't tell, but I couldn't reveal myself, confront him.  She
explained it after I calmed down.  She's real smart, and read a lot of
psychology stuff.
   'you see,' I remembered, 'if you can't confront him, you have to at
least see it, justice done to get past this.' I feared for her, but she
reassured me.  'This kind of rapeist isn't confident, but actually rapes
because of low self esteem.' Or something like that.  'He chose you because
you were weak, vulnerable.  If you show him strength, he will back down.'
   "I didn't," he looked around, "She's lying!"
   "You know," she glanced towards me, and my heart lept in my chest, "You
two are really perfect for each other."
   "Look, are you trying to arrest me, or somethin?"
   She laughed, hard, but creepy, I can't explain how, but all a sudden,
she scared me a little.  "Fuck no," she grinned, "I just want to tye you
down, and fuck you!"
   "Why?" see, she was right, he even looked scared.
   "HhHeHa, because you're a rapist," I shivered, and my arms prickled
against the hanging clothes.  Her hand ran up his chest again, "You know
how sexy that is?"
   "Uhn," he swallowed, "Nnho?"
   CLKTKTK!  he looked down at his hands, locked in front of him.  "Now,"
she smiled almost pleasently, and pulled them around by the chain.  KLKT!
   "THE PASSION OF LOVERS IS DEATH!" {(c) Bauhaus} "SAID SHEEhee!" blared
from the speakers.  She stepped up, pulled her hand back, and hooked her
heel on the chain.  "THE PASSION OF LOVERS IS FOR DEATH!"
   It was so loud, I curled up in the back, covered my ears.  So loud,
nobody could hear him scream, except me.  "AIAIAIAIAGH!" I drowned it out,
but it kept going in my head.  I ran out, blindly, tripped, and looked up
guiltily from her backpack, twisted on my foot.  "AIAIAIGH!"
   She pulled back, behind him, that big pink thing in both hands, turned
to grin at me.  "Aiaigh!" I made it out to the hall, slammed the door,
curled up sobbing in front of it.
   "You arright?" he put his hand on my shouler.
   "DONT TOUCH ME!" I flinched back, sounding just like her.  "Don't you
dare fucking touch me!" And like She said, he shrank back, afraid of me.
   Liggett {fF NS ID}
   [47] turned to [48] "Next!" I rolled my eyes at the ensemble.  Rich, and
proud of it, she looked like a fashion doll.  "Melpu?"
   "Yes," she dropped her nose enough to look at me, "I recently moved,
here, and I Need to get a Virginia Liscence."
   "Hnh," I roll my eyes, then glance down, "HhHhH!" My hands shake,
picking up the NC card.
   "Liggett?" as in ligature?
   "Yes," she sniffed, "My familly owns the L&M tobacco company."
   "Well," I been looking for someone with Victoria in her name, "Virginia,
I'll get right on it!" In fact, I'll make two!
   "Virgina Victoria Liggett," I like the sound of that, only an inch, or
two taller, Br/green, I can dye my hair, again.  Looks nothing like me, but
it's fairly easy to switch photos in the dupe.  With some makeup, I could
even look older, go to bars, but not to drink, wine.
   So many men, assholes, players, predators, potential victims.  "So
little time," I grin to myself.  I stay late, feel it cool in my pocket,
like a telltale heart.  {E.A.  Poe}
   "Hnhnhnhnhn!" I chuckle to myself, stop by the lavatory, get out my
makeup kit.  "Thank goodness for drama," I press my head by the back of my
hand, and sigh.  Spirit gum, and trace paper for wrincles around my lips,
eyes.  Not too much, unattractive, try to purse my lips maturely, like she
tried to hide them.  "Conceal" them with the foundation, distract attention
from them with liner, rouge, stick.
   "Smuit!" I blot them lightly, and go out.  Not the bar where the other
DMV girls go, to recognise me.  Clear across town, yeah, a club.  {Look up
one in the Norfolk Area.} Expensive drinks, but what the hell?  I shouldn't
have to buy too many.  I pretend to be bored, used to the whole new system
I have to learn.  Cover?  my last twenty.  How much is this worth?
   "Hey baby," behind me, "Let me get that," I try not to slap his hand off
my ass, "For a dance?"
   His breath stinks next to my ear, alreay Drunk.  "Sure," I turn around,
discgusting, trying to drag out the seventies yet another decade, "You'll
do."
   "Stu," he grinns, confident in his rug.
   "Tori'," I lean in to breathe in his ear, "Now, will this be a 'private'
dance?" {T.  Turner}
   "UhuhHhH!" his eyes slip down my top, indelicatley low cut.
   TapTap, He blinks, "lemme getcha a drink." I clamp the L&M in my lips.
   KZHX!  "Pp, whew," got to build a tolerance some time, "Wine spritzer,"
let it hang from my fingers up between us, filter smoking.
   "I'll be right back," he hurries off to give me time to plan.  Pretty
boy, once, still depending on his looks to compensate for being such a,
"fucking pussy." Hhn, nobody heard that, but control yourself, little girl.
How can you hope to controll anyone else?  "Hhn!" I gracefully cup it, take
a demure sip, carefull of my lipstick.
   Fuck it, wing it.  Let him find a nice private place, where we won't be
disturbed, get himself nice and liquered up, barely able to dance any more,
with a shot, an a brew, though I think he might have been pretty good. 
"Woohooo!" pumping his beer in the air, sloshed foam from the longneck.
   Closer, inside personal space, the alcaholic cloud, cigarrete up to burn
him.  "Puff, so, I'm bored'n horney, Puff, you ready t'get outta here?"
   "Yeah!" that dopey 'I'm gonna get layed!' grin on his face.  Already
heating up, blaze licking up my back, smoking my hair, the cold hardness
softening in me, molten, pouring down between my legs.  "This you?" I
discarded the spritzer after that first nasty sip.
   "Liker?" he patted the side.  Cargo van, repainted black.
   "I'll drive," he swayed on the sheet metal, "I know a great place." No
wonder they use alcahol, "FINISH HIM!!!" {Mortal Kombat} echoed in my head.
"Yeah, GragH!" I turned away from the freshest batch.
   "Thenks!" they jingled in my fingers.  KRUNK!  "Bed in back," carpet
walls, and ceiling, posters, "You live in here?"
   "Nah," he swallowed another belch, "But I can crash if I have to."
   "Smart," KZKZKGHUM!!!  it caught, and I pulled it down into reverse.
   GRNHN!  "Hey!" he reached for the shifter, "That's the transfer case!"
   "Oh," I laughed, and pulled down behind the steering wheel, "Sorry."
Don't forget, girl, you're not even 20 yet.  I managed to back up, get out
of the parking lot despite never handling anything this big before.  "Hnh,"
he passed out, right in the seat.  "Too much!"
   Off.  Lenny Logan {M NS Bond}
   "AGH!" he struggled, and the chainlink shook, "That fucking bitch," the
EMTs tried to hold the blanket over him.
   "Sir," they steadied him.  "We'll have some clothes for you just as soon
as we can."
   "She took my fucking van!" he whined.
   "Calm down, sir." I put my hand on the blanket over his shoulder, "I'm
Officer Logan, can you tell me what happened?"
   "Hh,h," I could smell alcahol on his breath, "I picked up this Fucking
BITCH at the club, an she stole my van, and left me," he started crying
again, "Like this!"
   "So she also took your clothes?" the other EMT came back with Fire
Department sweats from the bus.  Still out on the street, it was too wide
to get down the alley."
   "And," he sobbed, but couldn't go on.
   "Officer," she tried to cover her laugh, "You better come around here."
   I had to duck through a cut section in the fence.  "SWO!" I wistled,
"What does it say?" I gently pulled up the pink ribbon, "[Sorry,]" I read,
"[but you don't get first prize.]" I'm not an EMT, but "You sure that's
safe?" That kind of swelling can't be good.
   "He won't let us cut it off," she shrugged, "But we were able to
document it." and patted her camera.
   "Sir," I carefully took the other end, "Is it all right, if."
   "Please!" he tried to hold still, "Ah god, it hurts!"
   Psiberserker {MF Cybe NS}
   "Hhn," I load up Netscape, [http://authors.asstr-mirror.org]
   User Name: [Frotteur] Password: [********]
   Clkt, [File Manager]
   "Hhn," [Alt+t] Clkt, [Home].  Clkt, [Gmail].
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Finaly, some feedback, Clkt!  and I thought I was the only one what did
that?I1i!  [Especially your character, the Antirapist, Amana Hunt, or Ashe
White.  I got this similar character, Virginia Victoria Liggett, if you
would be interested in collaborating?]
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   Jodi {FM "Rape"}
   I couldn't believe how excited I was.  I mean, he was comming up, from
the south.  Psiberzerker, just to see me.  I mean, he's not famous, or
nothing, but I guess because rape fiction isn't all that popular.  Thing
is, I know lots of girls with those fantasies, can't help them, even if
they don't talk about it.
   I can usually get it out of them, sharing mine helps, but none of them
have my fantasy.  Always the victims, I guess mine are more like a guy's. I
mean, I was never raped, and I kind of made all that up aout Kelly, and her
dad, and what they did.  Now Psiberserker is a guy, but his fantasy is more
like a girl's, the victim.
   Well, what do you know?  I'm down, or he's coming up, anyway.  On }US}
1, he picks me up.  Kinda not what I was expecting, he's got a mustang, an
old one, but it sounds weird.  "Hey," I get in his car, because of what he
writes about.
   Trenchcoat, but dark green over the back of the seat.  Fairly average
looking, "You stole my idea," he grins, and waggles his eyebrows.  Now, he
says he's 23, but that hairline looks a bit older.  Trendy goatee, and
onytail, still a lot of thin waivy brown left, and like, ice blue eyes. 
"Using the DVM to get an ID."
   "Yeah," I shrug, "Well it's not like I'm publishing it."
   "Kay," he pulls out, "GHRNRNRNRN!"
   "Shit," I buckle up, "Whatcha got in this thing?"
   "Six cylinder," he shrugs.
   Psi {MF "Rape"}
   Okay, a 240 I6 stroked out with the 300 internals, a 4 barrel, and
bypass valve out the front passenger wheel well when I open it up.
   "Oh," I didn't forget, "Here."
   "Thenks," soft theta sound in her the's, and so forth.
   She read it;
   [I, Ruby Anarchrist {Yyeeaahh, I know.} hearby consent to being
ravished, and sexually victimised by Victoria Liggett...] Or something
likeat, you understand this was quite a while ago.
   "Soo," she scans the rest, she helped write it.  "What kind of name
isat?"
   "Fairly common southern American redneck," I shrug.
   "Ah," she folds it up, "Right." and tucks it away.  Now, I guess would
be a good time for description.  I got a good look at her, around then,
anyway.  Right off the bat, I would kindly call her horse faced.  Long,
toothy, dark eyes, pretty big nose, not what most people are into, but I
guess I jade easilly.
   You see, there's a lot of variety in humanity, and normal people bore
me. Pretty symetrical, but I found her facial proportions delightfull. 
Obviously self concious about it, she covers her smile, closed lipped, and
tries not to laugh.
   Below that, through the baggy clothes, I assumed was the body of a 19
year old girl.  Not impressive, tall, muscular, nor even particularly fat,
except in the chest.  Lap belts only, I didn't have racing buckets, and
multipoint harnesses, but bone stock split bench, and +2 in back.
   "So," I made conversation, "This's your town, where's a good place?"
   "Uh," she looks around, "What'd you have in mind?"
   "A park's a good start." As good as any.
   "Turn here," she navigated, not a huge sprawling metropolis.
   "Isn't this kind of public?" she looked around.
   "I guess," what do you want?  It's a park, grass, trees around it, broad
daylight, "It's a start." I pull the keys, and drop them in my pocket on
the way out.
   "Hey!" she gets out behind me "Waait!"
   "Huh," I pull out a cigarette, "I already told you we're not gonna jump
right in, so lets get some practice out here, safely first."
   She followed me across the feild, quietly.  Not a lot of promise, too
submissive, overcomensating with fantasy.  "Now," I turn around, and stop,
"What you're talking about here is taking a man down by force." I look
around, nobody in earshot, but decide to edit the conversation so I don't
have to worry about it.
   "So?" she opens her lips just enough to let the sibilant out.
   "So," I look down at her, "to be realistic, you're going to have to do
something special to overcome my size." Not to brag, but I'm almost 6', and
outweighed her by at least half.
   "What about weapons?" she tried.
   "Yes," I put my hands on my hips, "As the victim, I can't really consent
to that for safety reasons." Not with that little self control.  "It would
have to be fake as hell, no way you can do real damage, or it's right out."
   She cocks her head, but doesn't say anything.
   "And you're on Attack," I turn, "I don't have to defend if you don't do
anything."
   "rhAH!" walking off, I drop almost to a kneel, and roll to the side.
   "KthMP!" she lands next to me, and I stand up.
   "Hh," I shake my head, "That's called telegraphing," brush off my shirt,
"All the battle cry does is tell the guy you're trying to surprise that
he's being attacked." I turned, and walked off.  Heart already pounding, I
tried to at least act oblivious.  "UhpH!" I stumbled, and she jumped on my
back.  "Gh!  Good!" I pushed up, "Use your body weight high to throw me off
ballance, and hold me down." Her hands on my arms, "No," I twisted, "That's
pitting your weakness," reversed to grip her wrists, "Against my strength."
   "Hh hh hH!" close enough to smell her breath, body pressed to my back, I
was starting to get aroused.  "Hhow," on my back now, she pushed my hands
up with the weight of her body, brought her legs up one at a time, and used
them to help, "Uhn!"
   "Yeah," I looked up from her crotch, pants pulled tight across it, "Your
arms, and legs are stronger than my arms.  Ghn!" I grunted, tried to ush
her up.
   "HhHhHh!" her chest bulged with breath.
   "There a trail around here?"
   "Yeah," she let go, "Up there."
   I turned to look ast her knee, grinned, an pushed up with both legs to
throw her.
   "Aih!" she giggled, mouth close so you could hear it.  "Hnhnh!"
   "Come on," I rolled to my feet, an jogged off, "Try'n catch me!"
   I ran, but not far, my lungs aren't up to it.  That's the plan, weaken
me a little more, work it into the possible scenario.  "WhHh!" I stopped,
by a tree, ignore the light taps behind me.  "UgH!" she tackled me, and I
rolled with it.  Don't fight too hard, but to lose.
   "Nrh!" straight to the leg pin.
   "Nnh!" I try, "Now what?" don't throw her off.  Not a great position for
rape, but still pretty damn sexy.  Her legs, and ass on my chest, knees
holding my arms, breasts flapping her shirt over me.
   "Uhn?" she looks up to think.  She can't move down, reach my belt, but
pulls her teeshirt all the way out, and off.  "Hh," the bra swells, and her
midriff pops out.
   "Preperation," I lecture, "A skirt would be better for this."
   "Victoria" {FM "Rape"}
   CLCT!  I sli the keycard back out, and swing in the door.  KSHSHSHSH! 
Still in the shower, I grin to myself, and make ready.  Beside the bathroom
door, I pull the strap over my shoulder, KzZzZ!  The water stops, and my
heart races.  I hold my breath a moment to let the door swing open beside
me.
   "Hh," the tye wrap loop TWiPs out, up around his wrist.
   "Wh?" KzkZkZP!  I twist, both hands tight on the pipe T handle.
   "Uhn!" I jerk his arm back, slip mine up to grip his wrist.
   "No!" my shoulder hits his spine, forcing him foreward, to fall over the
bed.  BHNT!  "AH!" I twist it hard behind him, press down on his back with
all my weight.  "UnH!"
   "HhHhH!" I breathe in his ear, "Don't scream," whispered.
   "Who are you?" his elbow comes up, "Whadu whant?" Real pain, his yealp
almost a cry.
   "Why," I grin, evily, "You!"
   "NnhN!" He tries to push up, so I roll him, THWiPkzkZkZK!  "UnH?" His
eyes go wide, "GhN!" and he winces as I jerk his arms out, up, throw a knee
up to pin his bicep.  "What're yMH!"
   I force his face down with my crotch, plant the other knee, and run the
black lastic zipper over his lips.  "Shshshsh!"
   "MWH!" I feel them open, his teeth on it, and the vinyl.  "NRHH!" My
fingers grip his scalp, yank back his hair, force me into his mouth, teeth
pried open.
   "Yesss," my teeth lock, bite it off to a hiss.  Switching the toggles to
one hand, I reach behind me, pick with a nail, KSlslslsl, and pull a lenth
of tape from my thigh.
   "HsnhH!" he pulled back a breath.  "HRrHrHRh!" into the tape, and my
hand.
   Shnk!  I pull a tent stake out of my boot.
   "WHh?" his eyes go wide, real fear, shock.
   Pph!  I stab it through the pipe tees in my hand, an nail them to the
matress.
   "Hfh!" his cheeks puff and sweat breaks out on his reddend face.
   I grin evily, KzZ!  he looks down, watches my hand come back up to my
mouth.
   "KXT!" I hear through my teeth, part my teeth, and hook the roll with
the tip of my tounge.
   "Hs Hs Hs!" the opened zipper slips down his bouncing midriff, and I
hook the arches of my feet down the tops of his thighs.  Latex flavor fills
my mouth, carries the tang on my breath out my nostrils, and I peel my lips
back over the half bubble of rubber.
   "CrhlK!" I slowly roll it out with my teeth, and lips.
   He holds his breath.
   "Smuite!" I grin up at his chin, an nose, shiny square patches on his
cheeks.  Uncurling, I crawl u him, like a cat, maybe growling a little.
   "HnhHhH!" he turns his head away, twisting the tendons in his throat.
   "KhrH!" I pinch his chest with my teeth, gripping tight with both hands.
   "Nh!" the pain in his face, pulse in my fingers, teeth gently slipping
around the lump in his throat, lips slipping over the \ / of tendons. 
"NhN?" tasting the fear in that sound, the chords buzzing in there
somewhere.
   Schlkt!  sheathing him in me, black plastic teeth tight around the
latex, dripping inside.  Drag the backs of my nails up his sides, ribs,
arms, cheeks, pulling his mouth to mine.
   "Un," his eyes wide, empty, pupils bursting in relaxation, the twitches
inside me.
   "NhHhH!"
   Anarchrist {FM Rape Cons}
   {All right, first off let me point out that at that time, I was pretty
fukkin schitzotypal, working out which facets of the mercaba the 24
elemental symbols went on, and so forth.  Magical thinking run amuk, I'd
been shaking my fist at the sky during thunderstorms for quite some time.}
   So, the first thing is the outfit.  Fantasy, would've been nice, but I
wasn't willing to personally fund that investment, and make it for her. 
She also doesn't mention the mask, white lycra, does make her kinda look
viscious.
   And no, there's no real words to describe how intense that is.  I mean,
BOO!  I knew what was going on right away, didn't kick, or scream too much,
and let it happen.  How the hell she got down there is beyond me, she ain't
got a car, nor liscence, but the thought of her hitchiking honestly scares
me.
   The tent stake, .25" alluminum ring shank anchored me like an anvil on a
chain chucked in a tar pit.  She rolled it on with her fingers, there's no
mouth on that end, but then, it's pretty fucking stretchy.  
  
Ryder {MF Rape FM}