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 {All right, a lot of the following didn't happen, fictionally, but the
Narrator made certain chapters up.  If you want, you can play the game, and
try to figure out which ones.  It only makes sense in continuity if you get
it right.}
   Hope Chest {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.
   THNK!  "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 guiltilly 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 friend," 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 peice, 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 tool belt.  "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 porcelin, 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.
   DRDRDRDRDRDRNG!  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 feild, 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
calmy 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_ explicately consent to sado-masochistic sexual
ravishment by an unamed assailant, 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
vein-like 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 magazines, an a piece
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 recognizability, 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 overcab extension, a box van, check for area rentals.  The
mover next door, a Geoffrey 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 Psiberserker.  {(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
increadable.  I mean, a serial killer, girl, kills rapist, while they're
raping her.
   "HhHh!" [<Back] backclick, down, .  ,[Google results for Rape Stories.]
CLKT!  [Psiberserker 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 gets 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 punishing myself for being such
a fuckup, but I been thinking about it a lot, and now believe 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 friends 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 redhead, 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!  CLAK!  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.
   Flik, "ph, 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
ponytail, 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, overcompensating 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
nothing."
   "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 push
her up.
   "HhHhHh!" her chest bulged with breath.
   "There a trail around here?"
   "Yeah," she let go, "Up there."
   I turned to look past 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 slip 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, and 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 lips, and hook the roll with the
tip of my tongue.
   "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, and nose, shiny square patches on his
cheeks.  Uncurling, I crawl up 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.  Enough for her
to press it against my glottis, her Teeth in the creases, back to the
tendons.
   Okay, she scared me a little.  First the stake, she's not a killer,
right?  You can't really bite someone's throat out like that anyway, at
least, that's what I tell myself.  And a real victim wouldn't be turned on
by it, get off so quick, but I slipped down, into subspace, dissassociated.
   Her father wasn't really a serial rapist, this was Jodi, not "Kelly",
Virginia Victoria Liggett, trust a girl to come up with all three names. 
"Wh, hH," I caught my breath.
   "NhnN!" she moaned, slipped off me, the split seam of her biker shorts
stretching shut over her crotch.  "HhHhH!"
   Remodel (Drug, FemdoM, NS)
   "Yeah!" it was the little Chiquita, "Mamasita wan barrita?" I grabbed it
in my pants to show her what I mean if she looked up.  She just jerked her
kid's little arm, and hurried past to the Elementary school, "AND YOUR
LITTLE DOG TOO!" I thought that was clever.  The Mexicans we had last week
taught me Momacita, it really means Little Dog, or Little Bitch, cause it
means a girl.
   They was gone, though.  We don't need Manuel Labor for taping, and
floating the walls, an all the other guys don't know spanglish.  I got a
laugh, and kept loading my tape gun, waiting for Chiquita to come back. 
Maybe without the kid she'd loosen up a little.  Hot little thing, I mean
short, and stumpy, but with a decent pair, and hips you could hang a
balcony off each side.  Her sweatpants rolled back, and forth behind her
when she walked, like ta hypnatise me.
   Anyway, I snapped it shut, and looked down, but it wasn't her.  "Damn!"
now that's more like it.  Tall, hair up behind her, her long legs under the
skirt, swinginging tight on this side of her ass with each step.  For a
moment, I was speechless.  "Hey!" I yelled down to her, "I got some
'business' for ya!" she stopped, turned, then looked down at my pumping
hands, right where her hips should be.
   "Lenny," I turned to Mike, the foreman.
   "Yeah?" I grinned, he don't always think it's funny, but hey, it's free
speech.
   "That's the new electrician." he shook his head, and laughed.
   "What?" I looked back, at her not quite suit, the sensible running shoes
black to match it.  Sure enough, she switched the sonotube in her hands,
and turned to walk through the gate, up into the site.  We was almost done
with this job, a little late because of the framers pokin ass.
   She came up the steps, shook hands with Mike, then smiled over at me. 
"Mind your own business," she smiled, giggled at the joke, and my
embarassment.  Up here, I could tell that it was just a jacket, and the
skirt was, like, sweatshirt cloth.  Her legs up close looked weird, still
long, and skinny, but so striped with muscle you couldn't see the bone,
like cables.
   My gun was loaded, so I took off to finish the tape, and float.  "Fuckin
bitch," out of earshot, "Who does she think she is?" If I hurried, I could
wrap it up by lunch, and move on to the next job.  Still, there ain't that
much left, so I set down the "banjo", and got the little wooden case from
my toolbags.  Swivaling the lid, the little "Cigarette" popped out, and I
poked it down into the cavity to load it.  "No need to save it for lunch,"
I lit it, and a real one to cover the smell.
   "Goddamnit!" Mike come around the corner, and busts me.  Getting all
pissy, "It's not even 10 o clock yet!"
   I grab the Banjo, "No, put that down." Drop it, "You harrass every lady
that walks by, INCLUDING the new contractor, who happens to be a personal
friend of the OWNER,"
   "Look," I start, "I..."
   "Shut the fuck up!" he points out the open door frame, "And get the fuck
off the site, I'll mail your fucking check just grab your shit, and get
your ass out of here."
   "Fine!" I grab the banjo, and put my other hand up to push him out of
the way, but he steps back.
   "Touch me and you'll spend the night in county." The county hotel,
fucking jail.
   "Mother fucker," he's lucky I didn't bring my deathstick up.  Fuck him,
I finished the hit on my way down, and puffed on my cig while I packed
another on the landing.
   "Hey," she snaps her fingers a bunch of times, "You do punch out?"
   "What?" the electrician, standing by a pile of outlet boxes, and light
cans.
   "I need to install all these, but now I only got a couple days." yeah,
not all prissy now, huh bitch?
   "Sure," I looked around.  The lower floor, already taped, and floated,
ready to paint.  "Where's it all go?" Really open, it's basically one big
room, with the bathroom under the stairs, and the plumbing connections for
the kitchen on the back wall.  Took the three of us a day, and a half to
sheet, and finish it, didn't look like too much sparky to wire up.  Mike
fired to many people, and risked getting fired for it, like our last
electrician.
   "Ken you read prints?" she had them out of the spiral wound cardboard
tube.
   "Sure," the electrical schematics mean nothing to me, but I could read
the measurements.  Taking out a keyhole saw, and razor knife, I got to work
on the outlet by the stairs.
   "What're you doing?" mike stomped down.
   "It's all right!" my new boss run over, "I need him, to finish the job
on time."
   "You hired him?" he made a fucked up face.
   "Just for the weekend," she held up her hand, as if to block him from
coming down the stairs.  I was standing up by then, not holding the knife,
and saw out where he could see them.  "I have to be back monday."
   "Where's your crew?" he looked around.
   "Up in Tampa," she pushed him, back up the stairs with one hand, "And I
don't have time to hire another crew."
   "But" he got to the top, and lost his balence, trying to take one more
step.
   "Keep working!" some hair pulled loose as she turned back to me, eyes
feirce.
   "Yes maam," I tried not to sas her, and went back down to finish the box
cutout.  "Bitch." I ain't going to bore you with cutout, the box is this
size, so you need a little square hole right where the plan says.  So, I
stick in the keyhole saw, and rough it out, about a quarter" in so I can
whittle it smooth with the razor knife.  That's the plan, anyway, but
cutting across the top, the saw stops, against wood before even the short
roughcut is done.  "Fuck."
   "What is it?" She comes down, not stomping, or breathless, calm as can
be voice.
   "There's a stud," I wiggled the saw blade against it, "Shud I cut it out
for the box, or move it over?"
   "let me see," she squats down, knees together, and I get out of her way.
Wigling the saw, she taps my pencil marks with her fingertip, "This where
it goes?"
   "Yeah," I scratched my head, "I didn't frame this one." 16" on center,
but not exactly, they must've started from the far wall, and over measured
by a cunt hair each time.  After about 10' it came out to almost a half
inch, looked like.
   "Move it over," she got up, and dusted off her hands.
   I shrug, and get back down to go to work.
   Liggett (Femdom, NS, Fant)
   Fucking pig, he was perfect.  Not attractive, hell, unattractive, he was
a big knarled ball of fat sweating testosterone.  Thought he was clever,
funny even, but he wouldn't be laughing, I would, at his tears.  He even
gave me the opportunity, got himself fired, and naively accepted to work
Under me.
   I won't bore you with work.  It pays, well, and gives me opportunities
for play.  Just looking at him, smelling him, I was so glad I'd packed for
that too.  I over stress the time factor, so he'll work harder, faster, and
maybe we have more time to play.  It wouldn't take all weekend to Finish
this.
   The drywall contractor was a pussy.  Probably had a wife to wear the
pants in the family, both of them denying the truth of their relationship,
even to themselves.  Boring, not my type, I like a little spine, fight in
my men.  That made the victory that much sweeter.  Even now, he was only
acting cowed, obeying, but cursing me, calling me "bitch" under his breath.
   Doncha know, us helpless little girls are deaf, too.  We don't hear the
maiting call of the North American Redneck, but just lower our head,
blinders on, so it's easier for the ones with balls to ambush us from
behind.  Fuck that, fuck them, till they bleed.  That's the only way they
learn.
   Anyway, while he worked on the boxes, I went out front, and grabbed a
ladder I saw on the way in.  Checking the schematics, I took out my knife,
and set up to start on the cans.  I caught him looking, up my skirt, and
gave him The Look.  I didn't mind, really, I know how short it is, that's
why I wear it.  In this heat, the black is too hot unless you pare it down
a little, and I've found it helps to wear white cotton underneath.
   He tore himself away, back to the little hole he was cutting, jerking
his little saw in, and out, trying not to look.  Sighing, I pressed the
template to the ceiling, and cut around it.  Just a circle of plywood, I
tapped the slope to check for rafters first.  I finished the cut, and
smiled, there was time for a performance.
   Stepping down with my tools, and the two 3" circles, I didn't hold on,
but intentionally rocked the ladder.  "Whoah!" he grabbed at it, but
missed, and I jumped to skillfully land on my feet.  "You alright?"
   "Yeah," I dropped the laminate, and gypsum circles, and rubbed dust in
my eye.  It teared up, and he ran to get a sports bottle full of water.  It
was cold, and I blinked reflexively, wrincing out the lids.  The pain
wasn't that bad, but his concern was touching.  Show him a little
"vulnerability", keep his mind on It, Me, while he struggled to keep his
eyes off, down.
   I pulled off my jacket, a cool dirty white trickle from the pretty good
amount of powder I'd smeared on trickling down my chest.  The "wife beater"
already damp with sweat, I knew it would be transparent by the afternoon. I
didn't take the bottle, and squirt it all over me, moaning like a playboy
carwash, but I could almost see the fantasy in his eyes.
   "Get back to work," I pointed, and went to grab some boxes.  Again,
work, boring.  Twisted pairs, color codes, the wires already jerked through
holes in the studs before the sheets were put up.  Going to the first one
he cut out, by the stairs, I tested the the cold wires, snipped them,
screwed the box in to the stud, and wired up the outlet.
   He was looking again, at me bent over, up to my wrists in the wall,
pulling tools from my case.  "If you're not gonna work," you have to speak
their language, "Then I don't need ya." He got back to it, but I smiled as
soon as he looked away.
   Lenny (FM Drug, Rape)
   Hot fucking bitch, probly a man hating dyke, but good got dam!  I mean
slong as she kept her fucking mouth shut, her body said more than enough.
And if you don't want me looking, don't fucking look likat.  Her outfit was
supposed to be all business, like, but cheap fabric, so she could work in
it, I guess.  Sure didn't hide to much, though, specialy when she took off
her jacket, and boing!
   They ain't huge, or nothing, kinda small, and hard lookin, but not fake
at all.  The wife beater, heh heh heh, just kept getting wetter and wetter,
the hotter it got, and she kept spilling drywall dust down it whenever she
was cutting out the cans.
   An that skirt was so short, and her panties were plain white, quickly
wetting with sweat.  Yeah, I bet, she was warming up to me.  I shifted my
bags around, front to back so the front one hung between my legs to cut
another hole.  It covered my hard on, whenever she wasn't lookin, and I
could get a good shot to keep in the back of my head while I went back to
work.  If I took snapshots, she never caught me.
   I was sweatin too, by the time we took a break for lunch.  The other
crew kept working through, to finish up, but she sighed, put down the
tools, and said we could take an hour.  I went out to the van, and damn if
she didn't follow me.  "Heading out, and coming back?" she asked.
   "Yeah," she was slipping her jacket on, switching her bag from hand to
hand.  Like somewhere between a purse, and a briefcase, it looked like one
of those bags for a laptop, but she didn't have one.  I guess electricians
don't need a lot of tools, and they ain't all big, and heavy, because they
all fit.  The plans went back in their sonotube, leaned up next to the
outlet at the bottom of the stairs, which the other crew was already
plugging their extensions into.
   "Where you headded?" she didn't button it, but covered all too much of
her almost naked titties.
   "Idaknow," I shrugged, lying, I was headed for that bridge I found to
smoke under.
   "Well I took a cab down," she threw her bag through the open passenger
window, "so let me buy you lunch for the ride."
   Yeah, I'd give her a ride, I didn't say as I walked around to my side,
and got in.  "Sorry about the mess," she belted herself before she even
closed the door.
   "Ahh," she waves her hand, "It's construction, like the catcall this
morning."
   "You all right about that?" I was a little concerned, her being the
bosslady and all.
   "What the fuck?" she shrugs, "You're a construction worker, it's what
you do."
   "That's not all I do," I took my eyes off the road to look at her.
   She had something in her lap, her bag, but in her hands was a little
glass pipe, and about two fingers of nice, fresh looking bud.  "You don't
mind if I smoke," she grinned, "Do ya?"
   I laughed, relaxed a little.  Maybe she wasn't so much a bitch off
hours. "You just didn't look like a construction worker."
   "I'm also a business woman," she shrugged, "So I have to dress the part.
Most of my clients don't even know I do the work, but I save 100% on
labor."
   "How much you paying me for this?" I wondered, then took the pipe.  It's
a bitch to light, and drive, but it was still cherry, and I had enough of a
straightaway to keep it lit.
   She blows out, "I don't know how I'm paying you right now, but I ken
make it up to you.  Slipping the bag down to her feet, she crosses her
legs, the stretchy skirt slipping up over her strong looking thighs.  Don't
get me wrong, she was skinny enough, through her jacket sleeves, you
couldn't tell that her arms where like two long girders, wrapped in steel
cable, and shrink wrapped over in skin.  I'd never even seen a woman that
strong.
   At first, I thought I was getting hard, but realized what I felt was my
scro relaxing more than I have ever felt it before.  I thought my balls
would roll out across the seat, dragging it with them if I didn't close my
legs.  Breathing out, my lungs felt numb.  The smoke hung in front of me,
and smelt like incense.  "What kind of weed is this?" I pulled over, to the
two dirt tracks before the guardrail started.
   "Dragon's blood," it sure wasn't the seedy dry shit I got, a lumber pack
in every bag.  Pulling to a stop, she held up the ziplock, barely an inch
square with the most magical looking bud I ever seen.  It had red, not
hairs, but powdery flecks on it, and in the crack in the bottom of the bag.
She leaned over, jacket falling open, and turned off the keys.
   Bitch (FM Sade, Rape, Asph, Cry)
   Oh, he didn't pass out.  Opium isn't that powerful, it wasn't that much
of a hit, and he had plenty of body mass to soak it up.  I don't need to
knock them out, that way, and besides, it's conterproductive.  I want him
hard, not limp.
   He just stared, blankly at my chest, so I unhooked my seatbelt, and
pulled the pins in my hair.  Dull black, especially wavy from being Bound
in this humidity, I waited for the "Duh" to escape his lips.  He's not
stupid, but this is some pretty cebaceous cannabis, and I could tell he'd
never done opiates before.  It felt delicious, the loud traffic receeding
above, the heat retreating to warmth.
   Licking my lips, I leaned back the seat to pull off my jacket, thrusting
out my chest, and turning to see his idiotic grin.  The "I'm gonna get
laid!" grin, doped to a characature, it was time to snap him out of it.  I
snapped the calloused ridge on the inside of my knuckles across his
cheekbone.
   "The fuck?" I could see immediately that it was going to bruise. 
Giggling, I jumped in back, and turned before he could think to ball his
fists, and come after me.  Dropping my bag at my feet, I pounced, low,
catching him between the seats, and grabbing his shoulders.  Forcing him
up, he jerked, hitting his head, but only hard enough to daze him.
   I relaxed, dropped, pulling him down, and twisting to slam him over my
hip to the bare sheet metal floor.  The van shook, rang with the sound, and
he got a clumbsy swing in, bumping his mule fist into my hip.  I stayed
close, so he could only take body shots.  His elbows kept hitting the
floor, and the assorted tools, boards, whatever.  He could bruise my ribs,
but not get enough of a swing to break them.
   I got a palm strike to his solar plexus, but he winded me with shots to
the ribs.  His punching stopped, his arms clutched reflexively to the
sides, leaving his head open.  Both palms hammered down, like pile drivers
into his big bald forehead, ramming him down onto the floor.  This time, I
think I knocked him out, because he stopped fighting.  Slipping some cable
ties from my bag, he groaned when I rolled him over, and I had to put him
in a hammer lock to get his wrists together.
   Lenny {Fdom}
   "Fuck ing," my head hurt, "BITCH!" she must've drugged me, or something,
no way she could take me in my own Van if she didn't.  My head was clear,
now, except the pain, the mother of all headaches.  "The FUCK!" something
pulled tight with a zipping sound, cutting into my wrists.
   "Go ahead, and scream," she whispered over the traffic, behind me,
"They, can't, hear, you." Her voice had changed.  I think I heard a little
of it when she was chewing out Mike, but it was deeper, creepy.  Something
heavy passed over, loudly, but was gone in less than a second.
   "What the hell?" she rolled me over, and stepped over me.
   "Shut the fuck up," she put her sneaker on my chest, and pushed, until I
couldn't breathe.  I tried, but it hurt, so I jerked, and she had to let
go, or fall over.  She caught herself, reaching back to the roof.  Her
knees let go, and she dropped on my chest, slamming the breath out of me.
God it hurt, and I couldn't breathe again.  "Open your eyes." she ordered,
and shone a light in.  "Good," she smiled, viciously.  Like a bitch, she
pulled her teeth back to growl through them, "No concussion." she flashed
back, and forth, then just tossed it aside.  "Let's get down to
'Business'." She leans in, close sliding her skirt down to my legs. 
"What's this?" so close I have to close my eyes.  She kisses them, licks
them, then follows a tear down the top of my cheek.
   "Get off me!" I buck, and nearly throw her off.  "What kind of sick
bitch are you?"
   She forces me down by the shoulders, and gets up, forcing a knee hard
between my legs.  "That's right, baby" she grinds it in, "Keep crying." I
can't help the tears squeezing out between my scrunched eyes.  She undoes
my buckle, wracking me whenever I try to move.  Standing up, she jerks my
pants off, then puts her foot up, threatening to stomp me.  "That's right,"
I freeze, ready to jerk away if she strikes, "I don't want to break it."
   She don't take nothing off, but gets back down, and starts cutting out
my boxer shorts.  "Awww," she pouts, "Init cute!" I look down to see her
work, with those bunt tipped shears they put in first aid kits.  She grins,
evily, "Relax." I force my head back down as I fell the edges, hooking
under, closing just enough to pinch.  "Ahh!" I almost scream, "Please,
don't."
   "Tsk tsk tsk," she smiles, "You should have wiped better." I struggle,
but she grabs, and twists, diggin in her nails until I scream.  It's choked
off, muffled, and I gag.  I hope I don't puke, with it blocked like that,
or choke on the ragged edge that feels like it's tickling down my throat.
   "That's better, she tucks it away, and I hear something "Vvvvvip!" out
of her nasty little bag.  I manage to glance down, but she's not looking.
She's got wire, not coated, and by the way it glitters, I think it's
braided metal, or something "Hold still."
   It's cold, I can feel myself shrink back from it.  She loops it under,
and crosses it, tight.  Id doesn't cut me, but I can feel the roughness, as
she pulls it around, and tight on my softoff.  I start screaming again, but
it doesn't get far.  Then I start gagging, choking on the filthy fabric,
tasting it.  I try turning to the side, shaking it out of my throat, and
cough spasticly, but she ignores me, keeps tying between my legs.
   "Vvip!" she slides something tight, "You all right?" with an utter lack
of concern.
   My face is bulging now, and I jerk, nodding sideways.  She's right
there, pulling it out, sweeping back to catch the shred, slipping off her
finger, but she tries again and it pulls free.
   "Ahh!" I bite her before she get's her finger out, and spit the soiled
cloth at her face.
   "Ha, bitch!" I saw her pain, heard her cry out, at least once.
   She laughs, puts her hand on my chest, and a little blood rolls off. 
"Cute," she grins, "You know as much as you hurt me is going to come back
when I tell them how you Raped me."
   "What?" I understood, "No!"
   "Of course not," she giggles, "but are they really going to beleive
you?" I shut my eyes, turn away from her wicked sneer.  "You sexually
harrassed me in public this morning, within a minute of that other woman.
Of course you can tell your part of the story, admit to the cops how I
lured you away, beat you up, tied you, and Raped you?"
   "No," don't start crying again.
   "Cause that's what I'm'gonna doO!" she was practicly singing, "I'm gonna
rape yooU!"
   Liggett
   Whoops, almost lost him.  What i get for improvising, stick to the plan,
Girl.  Wouldn't do to let him die, even before I'm done with him.  He can't
learn anything dead.
   I'd ment to hold back the part about the rape too.  It's best if they
never think that, the word, admit they were Raped.  Now he may never get
hard.  "Awwe," I layed down next to him, "What's wrong, big boy?" Press my
breasts against his pudgy chest, and bicep.  "I thought you liked me."
   "Fucking bitch," he managed to literally spit through his clenched
teeth. A mix of sweat, and snot, and tears, I could still taste them, the
salty tang at the tip of my tongue.
   "patience," I licked my lips, "I guess I'm not your type," I felt down
his sick hairy belly to where he was bound.  "To strong?" nope, still no
growth.  I gripped it anyway, pressed it in enough to squeeze the head out
against my wrist.  "To old?"
   He closed his eyes again, squeezed out another tear.
   "Yeah," I breathed in his ear, "You like them younger, weaker, more
na�ve', don't you?" I've got perkey little breasts, to run against him,
through the ribbed cotton, corrugating against my nipples.  "Blonde?" I
lapped at his earlobe, the sweaty salty run of the last tear.  "Big blue
eyes?" I fantasized for him breathlessly.  Pitching my voice up, removing
any audible hint of thought, experience from it.
   "There," I felt a little thickening in my palm, and fingers.  Turning it
over, I rubbed circles on the spongey head with my thumb.  "A School girl"
hushed whisper, throaty, secret, forbidden, "virgin!" There we go, there
was enough blood, and pressure, the constriction would do the rest.
   "Fucking Pervert." he couldn't stop the erection now if he wanted to.
   "What?" he opened his eyes, "No!  I," I curled two fingers, cocked on my
thumb by the nails, and snapped them out, right into his scrotom pulled
tight as the skin of a bubble.  "Owwe!"
   Rolling on top of him, I kept my grip, and let go to pin it in his dark
curly mange.  "Admit it," I grabbed his big belly," no seventeen year old
cheerleader is gonna want this.  Slding forward, I gave it a good swat with
my midriff, and thighs, sending it quivering.  "What are you, pushing
fifty?"
   "What do you want?" He clenched his eyes again, turned his head away.
   "Why, nothing," I smiled, and leaned in to lap a drop from the side of
his nose, "I'm just teaching you a little lesson." He was hard as he was
going to get, I could feel his pulse against me through the cotton panties.
   Sliding up over the bulge, "Look at me," I took his head, spread my
knees around his shoulders.  Carefully framing his eyes between the gentle
ridged saddle of my chest, I knew he could see my smile above it, right
before my cunt came down over his mouth.
   "Mmph!" I was already soaked, took him by what little hair was left on
top of his head, and yanked him to me.  "Eat it!" I twisted, reached back
to grip his bound package.  "I feel teeth, and I'll rip it off, all of it!"
Yeah, that was it, he was a lousy lay, I expected it, no idea what to do
with a pussy if it bit him.  He was really crying now, sobbing through his
nose, squirting snot out on my clean white cotton panties.
   "Sick fucking pig," I rammed his head down.  "Look what you did!" He
squeezed his eyes shut, tried to turn away, twisting his hair in my
fingers, but I wiped it off, smeared it on his cheek.  Rolling on the ring,
I got up, stood on his chest to take them off, stuff them in his mouth.
   I quickly ripped open a condom from my bag with my teeth.  I mean
nothing, no diseases, no kids, it would be better for the world if he
didn't breed.  I smiled, maybe I'd fix that, felt a drop of dew form, and
fall from my little man, peeking out between my legs.  Can't depend on
human nature keeping him away from the little girls, off of them, out of
them.
   Real fucking horny now, I unceremoniously sank onto him.  Felt every
bulging vein ripple through me, even through the latex.  A neccisary evil,
hopefully it would make him last longer.  I took a deep breath, and let it
out, sinking him deeper, and clamping down.
   Lenny {FdoM}
   "Ahh God!" I try to say through the cloth in my mouth, "Fucking bitch,
WHY?!" She didn't hear, me, her eyes closed, face tight with concentration.
God it hurt, like she would snap me off at the root, the bloody end hanging
out of her, little hairs curling out, the white bone like an eye steak.
   I could feel her butt lift off my legs, see the white cotton, see
through with sweat, the white lines on her belly, like a six pack as she
pulled up.  Still gripped tight, so horribly tight, I could feel the blood,
pressure building up, bulging out the head in her like a balloon snake.  It
tingled, popped with pins and needles like it was going numb, to everthin
but the pain.
   I screamed again, knowing it would never be the same again.  If I ever
got hard again, if I wanted too.  I'd never been this hard, said "so hard
it hurts" so many times, no idea what that felt like.  "That's right," she
sank down, relaxed, "You have no dick now," he smile was the most evil
thing I ever seen, like the joker, even her eyebrows curled up at the ends,
her eyes.  Like slits, I could still see the black in the center, the dark
evil pits cut off to little biskit joint cookies.
   I could feel her move again, though you couldn't see it inside.  No, her
tummy rippled, the six pack sliding up, and dipping rythmicly like an
adam's apple when you're drinking.  Inside, her muscles wrapped around me,
gripped tight, and rolled up.  Like she was fucking me, sucking me, though
her hips didn't move.  Her weight strained my bound wrists, cut the cable
tye into them enough that I could feel it.  They must have fallen asleep,
and I didn't notice, distracted by everthin else.
   I seen another girl do that once, when she cummed.  I thought about her,
so little and innocent looking.  She asked me to rape her, almost told me
to, and got off on it.  I swear, it was concentual, she made me sign
something, even, and gave me a word she'd say if she had to much.  She
never did.
   I could almost ignore her, close my eyes and imagine a pretty girl, not
that fucking bitch.  Yeah, it was just like jacking off, or something
likeat.  It was more like watching myself jack off, on TV, or in the mirror
if'n I ever done that.  Of course not, I'm not gay, or nothin.
   Anyway, I know what you're thinking.  She's right, jus because I lookat
Barely Legal, and GGW I'm some kinda kiddie fucker.  Fuck no, girls just
look better when they're young.  Before they get all saggy, and fat, and
shit.  Everbody knows it, that bitch is just jealous because she lost it.
   Why else would she be so into how she looks?  I could tell she spent all
kinda time on her hair, hiding her muscles, like she was ashamed of them.
Of course, they ain't pretty, and everbody wants to feel sexy.  Yeah, that
was it, hadta be.  She can't get a man no other way, she thinks she hates
us, but really just can't stand that she needs the dick.
   I smiled around her panties, jerked my hips to ram into her.  She
wouldn't rape me.  I'll fuck her, that's what I'll do.  She opened her
eyes, smiled, surprised.  "Yeah," she grinned, "Now you like it." That's
it, get off, get it over with, giver what she wants.  But no more tears.
   Liggett (FdoM}
   That was more like it, he was starting to enjoy it.  Doesn't make it any
less rape.  I couldn't stop then, though, the feeling of power, washing
over me, boiling away my scalp, and hair, smoking, and bursting into
flames. Spreading up from my tummy, engulfing me.  Damn it was hot, but the
sweat flash boiled away, clothes burned off and floated away, through the
hole burned through the sheet steel roof.
   The Goddess, reborn, heat reflecting back from the walls, his thrusts
into me.  I tore at his chest with my claws, for the heart, to feel it beat
in my fingers before I blasted him away, annihilated for his arrogance. 
His muffled cries, desperate humping, grunt as he went limp, and I fell
back onto his lap.  I could feel him twitch under me, his eyes wide,
shocked.  The fear in them.
   "That's right," he glanced back down to my face, "I raped you, and you
liked it." I almost came again as his eyes slammed shut with an almost
audible clap.  My fingers jumped, almost a reflexive twitch to catch his
tears before they were wasted.  That's the only thing that quenches the
fire.
   "Now," I got up, "If you're good the cops don't have to hear about
this." I wanted more, but he has to not know that.  Fixing my clothes, I
left him bound, gagged with my underwear to drive back to the site.  The
rearview adjusted down, I calmly watched him resourcefully find a pair of
plyers, or snips to cut himself free.
   "Fucking bitch," he spat out the gag, and gripped them menacingly.
   "Even if you kill me," I couldn't look him in the eye in the mirror, "We
both die."
   "Yeah?" he lifted them, for the moment not carring, and I accellerated
the van to match my pulse.
   "And you might want to do something about that," his bound bloated
genitals, "Before it falls off."
   "Fuck!" he dropped to his knees, and franticly figured out how to undo
the drawstring.  "AhhhhhHHH!  You bitch!" as the circulation rushed back
in.
   "You say that like an insult," I laughed, "Fucking Bitch!" imitated him,
"I like the way that sounds." Slowing in the neighborhood, I saw the Cul de
Sac at the end was empty of the construction trucks.  "Good, looks like we
have the place to ourselves!"
   "Tha fuck?" I turned around, and backed into the driveway.
   "We've got a job to finish," I reminded him, "If we hurry, we can get it
done tonight."
   "I ain't working with you!" he growled.
   "Or I can pay you for your time, and see if the police know any good
punchout laborers." He looked up, still kneeling in the back, but I was
turned around to see where I was backing, and stopped at the end of the
Garage.  There's a side door there, and no side windows on the neighbor's
house.
   Lenny
   I just let my head fall, but my eyes open, didn't squeeze out any more
tears.  I was beaten, broken, and I knew it, but I wasn't going to give her
what she wanted, not after that last time.  My face burned, though.  It was
so embarassing, humiliating.  I pulled up my shorts before I let her lead
me out the back doors, and in through the garage.
   She locked it after me, stayed behind me, never turned her back.  Be we
would be working then, she'd have to let her guard down some time.  And
then, watch out.  She wanted to play rape?  It's not my game, but I could
learn, real quick.
   I went to work, let her relax, just took it when she swatted my ass with
those wires looped in her hand.  She stood over me, watching, ordering, but
didn't hit me again.  Didn't have to the first time, though, she just did
cause she could.
   All right, patience.  I got up to move down to the next window, and she
knelt down to wire it.  Her left leg, the one on this side as down, on the
knee, while the right was up.  I rushed through the cutout, prescored half
of it with the knife, and sawed the rest to snap it off, much less cleanup
to get it trimmed.  I finished first, got up, hawked, and spat out the
window.
   That gave me an excuse to go get some water, while she scooted over to
the window.  This time she knelt on the other knee, the right, again on my
side.  Yeah, less protective, but better to turn into a shot upwards.  How
did she take me down before?  It was a blur, pushing me up on the roof of
the van, then twisting me, almost hitting me in the nuts with her hip, and
letting my weight throw me, she basically just got out of the way.
   That leg trick won't work from straight behind, I nonchalantly walked
over, and grabbed my tools from the sill.  She dropped something, flattened
her hand with the seccond knuckles extended, it looked like a rattlesnake
head of a fist.  I crossed behind her, keyhole saw in my right, and she
swiveled somehow.  I jumped back, out of reach and she didn't uncock that
rattlesnake strike she had tucked into her side.  She'd switched legs
again, somehow in the swivel, and I missed it.
   "You don't want to kill me," she grinned from the cement floor, and I
remembered ho she liked to smash my head to knock me out.
   I spread my hands, innocently, pulling the razorblade back into the
knife.  "Of course not," I just bet she wouldn't fight so good with a saw
blade at her throat, or face.
   "Go get that other ladder," she chucked her head at the front door.  By
the time I got back, she had her bag over her shoulder, the strap diagonal
between her tits.  A bent metal box of some kind was sticking out of it.  I
helped her brace it at the base of the wall, and she climbed up into the
vault to put in the ceiling fan plate.  Turning around, she leaned against
the upstairs wall, and pulled it out.  "Go ahead, and start the upstairs,"
she looked up to where she was going to mount it.
   Before we sheeted it, you could pass tools, and stuff between the studs.
That ladder was how we got up there, before Mike put the stairs in.  Just
two bedrooms, and a bath over the kitchen, and garage, the ceilings sloped
down with that side of the roof.  A pretty quick punchout, I rushed through
it, and toyed with the idea of jumping out the window at the end of the
hall.
   Instead, I took out my little hitter, and got a quick head-change.  I
didn't want escape, any more than I wanted to kill her.  She had to come up
for the wiring some time, and maybe I could Ambush her...
   Liggett
   More boring work, but I have to admit, he did well.  The boxes were cut
out clean, and at least as fast as I could mount, and wire the outlets.  I
heard him working upstairs, the "Voopa" of the keyhole saw, then scraping
of the knife audible through the wall behind be as I mounted, and hooked up
the ceiling plate.  He moved to right behind me, and I didn't feel too
comfortable with nothing but a couple sheets of gypsm board between his
tools, and my kidneys.  Still, I had to wire it, so I climbed down for the
coil, and tamped a bowl in my little glass spoon while I waited for him to
move on.
   Sure enough, he "accidently" punched through to this side, white dust
sinking like sleet, right above the rag, and tape padded top of the ladder.
I climbed up, dragging the coil by one end on the rungs for it to unroll,
and got out my knife.  A linoleum knife, I unfolded the blade, and cut out
the hole.  Poking the end through, a good six inches to seperate the pairs,
strip, and twist the ends into the circut.  I used round staples to tack it
up the wall, and down the ceiling to the plate.  The slack just dangled to
the floor.  The fan wasn't here, so whoever could install it when it got to
that part of the project.
   Anyway, that finished the floor, so I set down my tools, and went up to
check on him.  It was silent, too quiet so I got out my phone, and punched
in 9-11 while I crept up the bare risers of the stairs.  I smelled grass,
that Mexican dirt weed he smoked, and some of it hung in the light,
spilling through the window at the end of the hall like a Ridley Scott
movie.
   Smiling, I went to the last bedroom, then froze as I felt the OSB floor
give behind me.  "Hah," he almost whispered in my ear, and I felt the
abrasive prickle of the keyhole saw blade at my throat, "Drop it."
   [SEND] The linoleum knife hit the floor first as he turned me with a
hand to my shoulder.  "What are you doing!?" I let the fear creep into my
voice.
   He laughed, "What do you think, bitch?" The serrated blade slid up the
side of my neck, to my cheek, and I had to close my eyes as he pressed me
to the wall.
   "Please," I acted it up, "Don't Rape me!"
   He chuckled, "Like that would have stopped you, tell me it ever stopped
you."
   "No," I managed to turn away from his blade, but he held me, strong
against the wall.  "It never did," I whispered, "For anyone." Not the right
opportunity.
   His free hand ran down my back, almost making me shiver in disgust, but
I told him I'd do this.  Just makes it that much more realistic when the
cops show up.  Caressing my ass, the skirt pulled up on that side.  I'd
left my underwear in his van, but his arm went around my neck, with the
keyhole saw, locking my head up, forcing me against the wall with his
belly.
   I heard his belt buckle jingle, the strap slapped my thigh right before
the tool belt hit the floor, and It, hard pressed against my ass.  "Is this
what you wanted?" his dirty callused knuckles pressed between my legs, the
thick spongey head against my lips.
   "No," at least put on a rubber, "Please,"
   "Or this," his fist slid back.
   "Don't" he wriggled it around, like a bloated worm, "Stop!" and I
screamed, for real, as he forced it into me like a disoriented turd.
   His arm tightened around me, bicep flexing, cutting off some of the
blood.  I thought he wouldn't kill me, but I always knew I'd die this way.
The fire died away, dwindled to a candle flame, and flickered in the
rarefied air.  I got cold, dark inside, and goose flesh rippled out on my
skin.  I tried to gasp, scream, then there was no me.  i retreated, shrank
back, shriveled and atrophied to the scared little girl, crying in the
corner.
   The boys where there, laughing, and taunting, and pissing on me.  i was
only dimly aware of my real body, the wet cotton clinging to me, skirt
rolled to a bunch around my waste.  Inside, i was naked, scared,
prepubescent and weak.  Inside i was crying, that was all that was left of
me.  "Yesss," he hissed in my ear, "It Hurts," his voice rough, like the
Kurghan's.
   And i saw the fire, the light, but burning up from below.  i followed
it, mistaking it for Her light, but it was HIS.  HE laughed, and i tried to
scream, flee, but it was all around me, HE was the flame, surrounding me,
engulfing me, burning me away to nothing.
   Lenny
   I swere tagod, she got off on it!  I mean it, she gave right up,
practicly passed out tho I didn't giver the full choke hold.  I knew
something was up when goosebumps popped out, her chest heated up like she
had a fire indere.  Her nipple got stiff, in my hand, up under her shirt,
crushing her little titty like a peeled boiled egg.  And her ass was so
tight, muscular, like I knowed it would be.
   Her eyes clenched, and a dark tear leaked out, gave her a little
sideburn, but it was bitter, and I spat it out, right in her face.
   And hot damn I was hard!  Seccond hardest I ever been, but it didn't
hurt, me.  "Yeah, bitch," I whispered in her ear, "It hurts," don't it? 
She gasped, and I felt it, inside her.  That's when she came, her pussy
squeezing next to me, pulsing her ass tighter, like she was tryin to milk
me off.  It worked, I shot my load right up in her shit, and wished I had
AIDS, or somethin to giver.
   And then, I heard it, the one sound that could knock me down even if I
didn't just bust a nut in her ass.  Sirens, I thought I could keep it up
for once if it weren't for that.  "Bitch!" that's what she dropped, that
wicked ripping claw of a knife, and her phone, screen still lit up, (911).
   "Fuck!" I grabbed the back of her head, and rammed it through the fresh
unpained drywall, "Fucking bitch!" stomped it, smashing the fragile
electronics.  "Mother," where was sh...  "Whugh!" that snakebite fist hit
me right under the ribs, then I saw the top of her head right before my
chin snapped up in her palm, fingers tucked up right in front of my lips.
   I don't know what chopped into my throat, but it felt like a fucking
hatchet, and allready trying to gasp, I gulped, and staggered back against
the wall.  She popped up, and I managed to get my arms up to block her
hands, cupped from smashing the sides of my head.  They flopped out,
fingers flying limp as strands from the frayed end of a cable, and she
yanked back, catching my wrists.
   Now, I used to wrestle, but they don't letcha do this.  I went with it,
guessing she was going for a leg throw as she rolled on her back.  Kinda
hard to do when my knee landed in the middle of her chest, and I rode her
down to the floor.  That's when I heard the front door kicked in, and the
door from the garage, under the stairs in the same seccond.
   "Yaaah!" I looked down to see her hand, half in, and half out of my
shorts, digging in her nails, and twisting.  That wicked grin, the Joker on
her face right before she passed out, and her arm fell beside her. 
"FREEZE!"
  
Liggett (FM Rape)