Gail {F TV}

"Oh, mom."  I set down next to her, "It'll be all right."

"don't touch me," she shrank away.

"Hh," I put my hands on my jeans, "I know your dad just died," picked at the seam, "but we knew it was coming," that's what the doctor said, "he spent so long in the hospital."  Emphasema, I remember the smell of the tobacco stains on his fingers.  Camels, not camel filters, as long as I knew him.  "Hn in hihn," she sobbed, covering her face, and I got up to do my homework.  

Rolling the pencil to the callous on my middle finger, I set the tip to the page.  [(a + 2b = 23) I copied, pre-algebra, about as much fun as counting drops while you're trying to sleep.  The heel of my hand pressed to my forehead, Numbers were bad enough, but there's only ten of them, now there were 36 possible characters in a calculation, the letters representing variables complicating it to a staggering degree.  

"Hnh!" I closed the door, got out the pack of Marlboro Lights, and sat on the window sill to clear my head.  "HhHhH!" 

I can do the work, but I have to understand it, right?  To get into Algae Bra I, I look back at the book, the door with muffled crying behind it, sigh, and reach out for the branch.  Flipping off the cig, I watch were it lands, and swing out to get my feet on the next branch.  Swinging up, I grab another to steady myself, then swing down to drop the rest of the way to the ground.

WHMP! I stand up, look around.  Late afternoon, I head for the hill, and climb up to watch the sunset.  I smoke another cig, or half of one, finish it on the way back home.

"Hey," some boy, "You got another smoke?"

"Lights," I hold out the pack.  He rips the filter off, lights that end.

"Thnks," he pulls it out of his mouth, smoke blowing by his head.  Walking with me, I take the last drag, flip it off to the bushes.  "Hahuh!" he chuckles, and I tuck my finger back.

"Sorry," I put my hand in my pocket.

"Nah, It was funny!" he grinned.

"Thanks," I shrugged, and he kept walking on the sidewalk.

"I'm Tim," he called, waving nervously.

"Gail," Whmp WUMP! I kicked the trunk, caught the lowest branch, and walked up to hook my leg over.  Still looking back, at the corner, walking off out of view.

Nice jeans, loose, I got up, and walked up the branches to my window.  Tall, nice voice, not all crackly, clear skin.  He smokes, the real social drug.  More people meet bumbing them, and lights than any other way, I bet.  Kicking off my shoes, I pull up the covers, and slip my arms back down under them.

"HhH!" His face, smiling, looking down at me, filterless cigarette hanging from his lip.  Strong rough hands, touching me, fingers, pressing the seam that runs down the center of my jeans.  "Hhunh!"  Pressing in, rubbing, rough, and hard.  "Nh!"

Tim {mf NS}

I saw her again, in the halls between classes.  Uh, what did she say her name was?  Not, like hot or nothing, this time she had on overalls, and another teeshirt.  She put on the backpack, closed the locker, and turned around, shirt and front flap tight over her chest.

"Hey Tim!" she caught up.

"Hey, uh," I looked up, stopped.

"Gayle," Oh, yeah.  Maybe I didn't hear her right, grunting and running up the side of the tree.  Skinny, and light, I have no idea how she does that.

"Gayle," I grinned, "Pretty name."

"Thanks," the bell rang.

"Well, I gotogeto Shop class," I ran off, late, but mister Pickett is pretty cool about it.

Yeah, not Hot hot, but kinda pretty, big nose, and ears, no glasses, maybe if she did something with her hair.  Wrecked, it hung around her head, not like a phro, but fucked up, and all random.  A body under there, somewhere, but she'd talk to me, and I could talk to her.  Like a boy, we could relate, then see if I could make her into a girlfreind.

"Yeah!" I looked up.  "Uh," I checked the board, tried to figure what he was talking about, "Could you repeat that?"

"Just count the gears in the trane," he traced loops over, and under the circles, "If they're even, the two end gears rotate aginst each other, odd, they go the same way."

"Oh," I nodded.

"Now, to git the final ratio, you jus haveta count the first, and last gear."  [8] "drive gear," [/] "over the final gear." [8/12]

"HhH!" I wrote that down, and we got up for the Lab, so I have to really concentrate.  Kinda want to keep all my fingers, and eyes, I put down the face mask, and went to work.

"Naoh, this is a belt system, " he pointed around the fan shroud, "All the pulleys turn th same way, cept thisn, cause it's on the outside of the serpentine."

"It's not ridged," I noticed, "Like this side of the belt."

"Thas right," Mr. Pucket nodded, "But not all belts're likeat."

Gail {fm Frot Trib}

"Hey, Tim!" I call from the window.  He stops, turns, and I lower my voice.  "got a," I swung two fingers in, and out in front of my mouth.  He pulled out a pack, so I climbed down.  Supposed to be in bed, I couldn't sleep without the nicotine.  WHOMP!  "Thenks, whhh, snh!"  Much better, my heart slowed down, and I relaxed.

I walked with him, he never used to take my street, but I guessed he cut through the cul de sac.  "Let me get a drag off that," he probably didn't want his parents to know he smokes, but I found out where he lived.  He went right in the front door, a split level, I finished smoking, and checked it out.

No tree on this side, he turned on the light, sat down.  I could get on the roof on this side, I slipped back the alley between houses to the fence, reached up for the boards, tested them, and climbed up, shoes holding them in, if the nails held.  Standing on the tops, and 2x4, I could reach up to the roof, jump up to get my hips, and elbows on it, and scramble up.

"Hh hH!" I looked around, crouched down below the peak.  Nobody on the street, very few windows lit.  "Ninja!" I crept over the shingles to the 2nd floor.  Vertical slats, about 3' apart, the went down to about a 2" ledge, between floors.  I carefully stepped out on it, held onto the corner, and reached for the window sill.

K K K, I knocked, caught my breath.  10' I could just drop, and land on my feet, in the grass, backwards. KhHK!

"Gail?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I grunted, slid my hand back from the corner to the first slat.  "Move."  Walking my hands, and feet, I got over to the sill, leaned in, and climbed up.  "Hh, got another cigarette?"  I grinned.

"Hh," he looked around, "sh!"

"Nhn!" I tried to muffle my giggle.  Heart beating fast, the hard sill pressed the denim seat across my but.  He sat down on his bed, turned to get his pants.  In boxers, he had little hairs on his legs.

"here," I leaned in, close, noticed the little hairs on his lip.  "N?"  I stood up, bent over him, put my hands on his chest, and pushed him back.

"Hn," I closed my eyes, climbing on by feel, running my hand back down his arms, pulling them up to my chest.

"H?" his eyes closed, hands limp, but rubbing them through my tee shirt.  He held on, while I reached down, between us, the fronts of our jeans.

"Nh!" close my eyes again, feel the hardness, not knowing how big to expect.  Whatever, he grunted when I rolled it to the center, under the thin fabric, and relaxed.  Pressing down with my jeans, the seam down the middle.  "Unt!" little hardness, sweaty, clinging.

"HuhuH!" he looked up at me, feeling behind the flap of my overalls, pulling his thumbs out to pinch the buttons, slip the left one through the buckle.

"No," I reached up, sliding back an inch, "let's not rush."  No bra on, just the cotton between them, and his fingers, brushing the rough denim edge of the flap.  Hanging sideways, he mostly felt over there while I rode him, eyes closed.  I never shook his hand, his fingers felt soft, weak.  "Hh," I stuck the filter in my mouth, "Thnks." and got up.  Out the window, I just got my heels on the little ledge, pushed out, and dropped.

WHMP!

Tim {m solo}

I got out fast as I could, whmp! almost before she hit the ground.  My hands again, but this time not just pictures.

So soft, like I always imagined, but small.  I could get my whole hand around one, and still feel her ribs on my fingertips, well most of them, my pinky squeezed in the side, and my thumb.  "HhHh!" the puffy nipple, pushing out her shirt when she got up, turned toward the light, pressed into my palm.

Not like her ass, it felt hard, but rounder, on my hips, and thighs.  Her pussy, wrapped around my dick, pressing out the crotch of her jeans, around the seam, I don't think she wears underwear. So hot, naked under there, "UNH!"  Cumming, I wipe it on my washcloth, stuff it under the pillow, and get up to cut out the light.

The next day, I missed Shop cause of an assembly in the gym.  I hadn't been in there since sophomore, last year, they had the goals up, bleachers back, and stage clear except a podium, and microphone.  Some cop came out, talked about sexual assault, and abuse.

Probably that teacher, got fired year before last for having sex with a student.  What was his name?  I didn't have him, but they didn't say, even mention it.  Anyway, they ran a projector, put up the different types of abuse, and assault, warning signs for victims.

I looked back, Gayle was behind me, with the freshmen.  She didn't notice me, but looked up, mouth open, eyes wide like she'd been surprised.  I waved, and she noticed me, blinking, shutting her mouth, and swallowing.  They let us go, and I went back to talk to her.

"Hey GAIL!" she stopped at the doors, "Wait up!" I jumped, waving over the other kids.  "What's wrong?"  Now she looked sad, and pissed at the same time, trying to decide whether to cry, or scream.

"Ida know," she shook her head, "It's nothing."  Kicking up her foot, she leaned up, on me.  "Smuit!"

Kind of rubbing on me too, I looked around, shifted uncomfortably.  "Uh," I patted her bottom.  No pockets, or underwear, her butt felt hard, but round, rolling under my hand when she stepped back down.  "What're you looking at?" some guy looks away, and we head out between the other doors to the lobby.

She holds my hand, following traffic between the trophies, and plaques towards the office, and caffeteria.

Gail {Ff NS Moll}

"Mom?" she's been so depressed lately.

"Yes dear?" she rolls over on the bed.

"Uh," how do I start, "We need to talk."

She sits up, "What about?" and blinks her dry eyes.

"Hh," I sit on the end of the bed, "I talked to the school councilor, about Grandaddy's death."

"Oh," he sat forward, hugged my shoulders, "It's okay."

"Hh," at least she could touch me again, "Whell, she told me about the stages of guilt, and after denial, I kinda noticed you didn't go through any of them."

"What do you mean?" she held me back, looked at me, "You're the one who didn't cry at his funeral."

"See?" I shook my head, "Right there, you been acting more like a victim."

"Hnh!" she looks away, turns her head so I can see nothing but her hair.  "I don't know what you are talking about."

I hugged her, "It's okay," held her tight, "You know why I didn't cry?"

"No," she turns back, looks at me through the sides of her eyes.  "Why?"  Scared of the answer, I don't know what overcame it.

"HhH," I looked down, "I guess I was a little relieved," blinked, "Ever since he moved to the hospital."

"No," she realized, "he, didn't?"

"Oh," my eyes watered up, "Mama?"  I knew it, he touched her too.  We cried together a while, then she told me.  Just like me, the only diffrence is he always stayed dressed, I never saw it, or even felt it hard.

He stopped when she got her period, started growing up.  I got mine, and he started loosing interest, before he really got sick.  "The only time I saw him not smoking a cigarette was when he was touching me."

Tim {mf Frot Tits}

"UhHhH!" her tits, seem to be getting bigger every day.  Letting her arms down, she drops her shirt, sits back in her tight jeans.  Pulling me down, I get on with her, fill my hands with them, kissing her, grinding between her legs.  "Unh!" she slips her fingers between us, but I reach down, touch her crotch, rub her through the jeans.

"HhH!" she opens mine, pulls it out, squeezes pulling with her fingers.  Walking up on my knees, she grins up at me, winks, and opens her mouth.  "ohH!" I close my eyes, feel her wet mouth, rough tongue, gentle suction.  "UhuhuH!"

"Whlk!" she slips it out, "Swit!" whipes her mouth.  Almost sitting on her tits, she pushes me back, over them, squeezes them arou

"ohHhH!" so soft, slippery with her spit.  Wet crackling sound, feels so good, incredible, indescribable. "Wh?" so soon, "Uh!" try to hold it back, "hNH!"  She smiles up at me, blinks at the warm wet splash on her chin.

"ah?" almost laughing, wide smiling mouth as the spurts get shorter, splattering her neck, and running slowly down to it.  "Hah!"

Jaques {mmf NS}

"All right," coach clapped, "Hit the showers."  Marla wasn't there, but she stopped even pretending to like sports.  I changed, washed off, and headed for the parking lot.  Just to cut through, I got a liscence, but mom, and dad can't afford a car.

"nhnhnhint!" passing the bleachers, I look back, under them.

"ShshsH!" that guy, and his girlfriend, I bet she put out.  "Sorry bout that," he got up, didn't have to fix his pants.  "Hhehah."

"Jaques," I held out my hand.

"Jock?" she chuckled, and I looked back.

Dressing more girly now, tight jeans instead of those baggy sacks from last year, nice spagetti strap shirt, pulling it up over the crack between her tits.

"Jhaque," it's French, "You're shop kids, right?"

"Yeah," he shook my hand, "Tim," limply.

"I'm Gale," she gripped with her thin hard fingers, shook hard, and got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.  FLICK!

"Need a ride home?" I followed them to his car.  Two door, but long as a sedan, big back seat.  She held the door, and seat while I got in.

"Nice," she turned her hip, hiding the fat bulges in front, tight ass sitting down in front of me.

"Where d'you live?" Klnk.

"Uh," I turned to him, "Valdez court, head out that way."

GRHNH! deep throaty rumble in front, pushing us back, GLUDUHDUHDUHDUH!

"Hey, I live this way," Tim said, "Mind if we stop my my house?"

"Nah," I shrug, don't have anywhere to be.  "Hey," I look around, "I live like right over there," somewhere.  Apartments, they were on the other side of the park.

"Cool," we get out, walk around the gate, and in the patio door on the end.

"My folks don't mind," he walks past the futon, under the high window to a little fridge.  "You drink?" he pulls out a couple Lite Beers. {(Tm) Miller Brewing Co.}

"Sure," he tosses her one can, I catch mine, and he gets another out.

3(KCH!), I sip mine quick to catch the foam like she does.  "So," I look away from it running down her chin at him, "You play football?"

"Tight end," I set it on my knee.

"Any good?" he wonders, and she sits on his lap.

I shrug, "We're doing pretty good this year, might go to states."

"Why tight end?" she looks over from him.

"Uh," prettier than last year too, "I get to do everthing offensively," I guessed, "Run, catch, throw" laterally, "block, tackle."  Still no makeup, but her face looked less gawky, grown into her nose, and ears, but still that toothy smile, overbite.

"Huh," she nodded, interested, but rubbing the shoulder of his jean jacket.  Fall, it can get pretty brisk after the sun goes down.

"Gluk!" Tim belched, and reached to pull the other three out by the plastic holder.  "Want another one?" he held up the last.

"Uh," I looked down, took another sip, "Maybe later."  It felt hot, and dizzy by the time I finished both of them.  I needed some fresh air, so I went out, of the smoke in there, and leaned on the side of the house.  "Whew!" I turned back, "Thanks for the ride," and slid shut the door.

"Hew hew hew," I wandered off in the night, got lost, found my way back drunkenly to his house.  "Uh," I reached up to the glass, and stopped.

They were still on the bed, half naked, and I shook my head.  The tighty whiteys came up, skinny fingers gripping the crotch, pulling it aside.  The rubber in her other hand, guiding it down him, between her lips, sinking down on it.  "Gurp!" I spat, and staggered back off to find my own way.

Gail {mf teen}

"Nh!" the breath pushed out in a grunt, his weight on me.  Pushing his jeans hard into mine, me, "nH!"  Pushing up with my legs, spread around him, standing on the arm rest.  Hand flapping out to the back of the seat, folded foreward.  "Hnt!" arching to hold my hips up, grind into him.

Hands pushing down my shirt, shaking my head, the fabric out of my face.  "Ghn," squeezing my chest, curing up his fingers, pinching the tips to his thumb, rubbing, rolling, and twisting them.

"Uh!" I drop, butt starting to cramp, crunch up my shoulders to pull it off.

"HhH!" clank of his belt, button, Zsz, zipper.  Hard, I pull the rubber out of his pocket, unrwap it, feel the ring ridges as I roll it on.  For my pleasure, it also makes him last longer.

"Ngh!" I slip my fingers in my open pants, pull back the flap, and slip my fingers in.  Through the curls to my lips, spreading them, popping it out.  "NhHhn!"  Rough callous, pressing, grinding in.  "hnH!"

"UhHhH!" he picks up my legs, slips the jeans up, on his knees, bending over them, levering my hips up with them on his chest.  "HhH!" feeling between us, ribbed dick rolling around on my thigh, ass, pressing against me, into me.

"hnNH!" eyes closed, I turn my head, feel the flanges flap in me.  "hnH!"

"Nht!" his arms around my legs, hands on my chest, squeezing, rubbing.  "Ghn!" pulling back out.

"Huhuhuh!" shudder in a breath, rings popping out of me, slipping my fingers between my legs, rubbing hard with the callouses.  "Nhnhnh!"  Twitching inside, around him, cycling out, and in, and out, rings catching on my spasms.

"Ghn?" I open my eyes, his are clenched with the rest of his face in the striped dark, and reflections.  Sinking in, he relaxes, "HhHhHhhh..."

"Hihn!" I get out the smokes, and lighter.

Jaques {mf Chea teen}

I don't guess it was a Party party, nothing much to celibrate, unless you count breaking up with Marla.  Two years, and barely first base before she slapped my hands away.  I told her we didn't have to Do It, but something more than kissing, and holding hands before my balls explode.

Anyway, I talked to Tim, and it's hard to believe he got some before me.  I mean last year, when we were juniors, and he's like nerdy.  Not into star treck, and stuff, but just get him talking about motors, and you'll see it.  And come on, I was supposed to have cheerleaders piled up to my waist, right?  Just him, and he had Gail over.  That's how she spelled it on her paper, "Gail North."

Real pretty now, nothing much changed, but I guess I appreciated it better.  Still tall, and skinny, a little higher then Tim, who's a bit of a shrimp, really.  He kicked back, split the four pack between them, and I sipped the 22 I brought.  Just about enough for me, I would get a good buzz, but not stupid.  We hung out, played darts, I won, again, and he had another tall boy.

Gail nursed her's, and I finished mine.  He held up the last one, and I waved, "Go ahead, buddy."  He killed his seccond, and started the third.  He got real sloppy drunk, and Gail kept looking over at me, laughing at his shenanigans.  I guess I was staring at her, I don't remember saying anything, just the serious look on her face.

"Hnh!" she looked over, "Better take you home."  He burped in his sleep while she pulled the keys out of his pocket, and threw a blanket over him.  "He'll sleep it off," Knk, we went around front, to the driveway.  GHRNH! she pulled back the shifter, scissored her knees, and backed out.  "WDLUDLUDLUD!"  She dropped her hand on the seat next to me.  "Hh," she looked over, "Have a good time tonight?"

"I guess," she looked damn good, seatbelt across to her hip, I look back up, "how bout you?"

"Hhn," she blinks long, "Not really."

"What's wrong?" I turned in the seat.

"Whell," she looks away, "It's Tim, I guess."

"What about him?" I wonder innocently.

"Well," she loos tired, "He's kind of boring, don'tcha think?"

"I guess," I joke, "I wouldn't go out with him!"

"Uhaha!" she slaps the steering wheel, "That's what I mean." turning onto my circle.  Okay, it's an apartment complex, but my folks ain't rich like his, or her mom.  Come to think of it, I have no idea where she gets it.  "You're funny, and he's so, you know, little."

"Okay?" I wondered where this was going until she turned off the car, lights, and set her hand down on my knee.  "Oh!"

"Thanks," she leaned in, and bit her lip, "Y're sweet."  I guess I was expecting a quick peck, on the cheek, or something, but she didn't pull back, stop me from opening my mouth, sticking my tongue in her's.  Something else Sharon didn't like, wouldn't let me do, but Gail, she slipped her hand up my leg.

"Hnh!" she tasted like cigarettes, now I don't smoke, but didn't mind too much.  "HhH!"

"Uh," Marla never just touched my dick like that before, neither.  "Hahn!" she finally pulled away, but leaned down, not back, both hands busy in my lap.  "Now," flap open my belt, "Lets," zipping open my fly, "see," pulling out my underwear, "Oh!"  Looking up, she gripped it, stroked down the skin, and smiled.

"UhHhH!" I didn't know what to say, but she just silently licked her lips, and bent down.  "Oh!" I felt her hair, "OhHhn!" closed my eyes.  No way Marla would do this, even think about, giving head.  In her boyfriend's car, in my parking lot, right under my parent's window.  "Huhn!" right where anyone could walk by, "Nhn!"

"Krlk," her tongue rubbed the side, "Glkrlk!"

"Hh!" I gasped, "Huh, huh?"

"Smuit!" she licked her lips, wiped her mouth, and swallowed, again.  "See ya!"

I shook my head, getting out, zipping up my pants, and climbing up to the apartment.  "Wow," just wow.

Gail {fm teen.}

"K'mon in, Jaque," I closed the door behind him, "My mom's out," at therapy.  Yeah, I tried it, went with her a couple times, but it didn't help.  Didn't take anything away, just made us relive it, over and over in ever more excruciating detail.

He looked around the living room, now that's what I needed.  A senior too, but a real man, tall, broad, powerful, I remembered the way he smelled, last night.  "Hnh!" I caught up, turned his shoulder, came up on my toes, and lifted my calf to kiss him.

He held me, up, so strong, I felt weightless in his arms, ran my hands down his thick flat chest.  "SNH!" not that sweaty yet, I could taste the lust on his tongue.  "Hnh!"

"Hn." he turned, leaned over, dropped me backwards on the couch.  "HhH," slipped his hands up my thighs, "HhuhH!" front, gently cupping my breasts like balls.

"H, H, H!" eyes wide, in his, deep blue, I could almost see what he felt, reflected in them.  I can feel it between us, through his jeans, in my hands, spreading them like pedals, slipping down around it.  Nice, and big, thick and long, hot blood pumping in it, twitching in my fingers.  Yeah, exactly the therapy I need, I skoot out of my pants as fast as I can while he gets out a rubber.

I sit up, "here," skoot back, "Lay down," throw a leg over his hips.  Hard to believe he was still a virgin, but he wouldn't tell Tim that if it wasn't true, more likely to lie about not being one.  I reach between us to grip it, aim between my legs, lips, "Nh!" so tight around him, "NhahH!" slowly slip down around him, deep, relax, just rest my weight on it.

"HhHh," he's looking up me, hands slipping up to my tits, cupping, and weighing them in his hands.  "nhH!"

"SnHhH!" pull out on him, slipping out of his hands, strong, rough, hard on my ribs.  "UhH!" he slips them down to my hips, hairy arms on my thighs, lifts me, holds me, pushes up with his hips.  "Yeah," I push him down, "Likeat," sit back up for another thrust.

Pretty simple rythm, he picks it up, well enough to go a little faster, harder, bouncing in his lap, chest shaking in his hands, "Uh," losing the rythm, "UhHhH!" shaking, not yet,

"Damn it!" let go, force his hips down, hold him twitching inside me.  "Ah, fuck!" slipping off, fingers diving in, "Unh," rubbing furiously, "Nh!" forcing my fingers in, "n?"  Holding my breath.

"HhHhH!" smiling up at me, sitting up, laying me back, reaching down between my legs.

"Nh?" slipping out for his thick rough calloused fingers.  "Huh!"  fucking roughly into me, so wet, boiling up, bursting out, "hHhiIH!" shaking like him, twisting, and rippling with in, gushing all over his hands, dripping on my ass from his nuckles.  "Hnh hn h!"

Tim {m solo NS}

"Damn it," I took another pull from the bottle.  Looking out over the city, our favorite hill, looking over at the passenger seat.  Empty, she's not there, left me for that Jock.  "Hnh!" I could almost see her, there, smiling over at me, uncrossing her long hairy legs.  God damn it, I Loved her, told her that, and she looked disappointed.  I just wanted her to feel proud, happy, loved, but she was practically pissed.

She fucked me so hard it hurt, screaming for more, deeper, scared me a little.  I wonder what made her that way, why she never told me, trusted me that much.  Why so rough, hatefull, sure I liked it, but why?  "Why?" I took another pull, looked out at the lights, houses, people's lives, families settling down to dinner, bed.  "Hh!" I reached under the wheel, felt up the chain to twist.

GJGJGJGJGHWHM!  "Hhn!" I rolled down the window, for air, shook my head straight, and backed out.  "Fuck this," lots of girls out there, I punched it, spun out, fishtailed for the dirt tracks down, bottomed out the suspension, down shifted, got the back end loose, and swung it around the turn.  "Wohooh!" I stuck my head out the window, all a sudden felt free.

"Anyway," I sat up in the hospital bed, "Thanks for stopping by."

Looking up at her, arm around him, hugging his waist.  "I'm so sorry," seriously, "Get better soon."

Right, "Bitch," as soon as the door closed.  I might never walk again, thanks to you, my heart felt broke as my legs.

Gale {ff NS}

kshshsh, the showers already starting up around the lockers.  Ignoring them, I sigh, still catching my breath, and run my hands back over my scalp.  The hair down the middle, sweeping back in my fingertips, I'd put it back up later, but comb it out straight with my fingers now.  Just the last 3-4 inches with all the damage cut out, I'd grow it longer.

Slipping down my gym shorts, I kick them under the bench, pull my top over.

"Is that a jock strap?" I turn.

"A ha ha ha," pretty little rich bitch, "Yeah."  {"Some Kind of Wonderfull."}  Pulling on a wife beater, I lifted out my shorts, and slipped over the strap.  They clacked around my neck.

"What's with the Goggles?" I look over, she's Still There.

"Shop class," welding, next, I tye the hawk back, tight, "Forget it," and grab my boots.  SLAMing the locker, I just walk out.

"Fucking dyke!" you wish.  Hell, my life would sure be simpler if I was gay, or something else I heard of.  My councilor says there's no such thing as a female Transvestite, but that's the closest I can figure.  I get off on it, don't want to be a guy, but feel all sexy, super-girly in rough stained grubby sweaty clothing.  "Fuckit," I need to get layed.

GDRNGNGNG!  "Fuck!" I run to class, and miss Pickett glares at me.  All right, I concentrate on a good bead, draw it nice, and tight, bubbles of slag flattened by little twitches up with the nossle, depositing the next molten drop.  "Hhn!" I push up my goggles, lick my lip where I was biting on it.  "WHohhH!" I blow on it, while it cools, hot blast on my face.

"Hmh?" behind me, "Very nice, Gail."

"Thanks," my cheeks still felt hot, then my ears.  An artist, she has unrealistic expectations, but I was already thinking about my work.  Just shapes in my head, maybe rought iron, or mixed metals, welded together.

Teaches Art, too, maybe next year.

GDRNGNGNG!  Lunch, I run to the bathroom, piss, pull my underpants up, and close my eyes.  Biting my lip, I slip my fingers over them, hairs crinkling under the cotton.  I remember last night, standing in front of the mirror.  Panties, and dildo, slipping around in there, pushing out the tight silky pink fabric.

"Nh!" I bite it back, hold my breath.  I reached behind me, slid it up the back, wish I brought it.  Looking down, my fingers tent out the rough elastic cup.  Curl my pointer, pinky, and ring fingers, Fuck You, sticking out.  "hH!"  Close my eyes, spread my lips, slip it back between.

"HiK!" bump into it, push it up, rubbed hard into my rough fingertip.  "Yh!" lips peeled back from my teeth.  "Fk mH!"
Two more jabbing thrusts.  Slipping back, dragging the tip down, pointing up, pressing into me, fuck me, up to the nuckles.

"WhA!" bent over, eyes wide, legs out to my sides, staring under the stall door.  "Hah," look around, nobody here, sit up enough to slip the other hand down the front.  "Hnsnh!" deep breath, my curled fingers slip against my lips, and ass.  "HhHhHn!" wiggle a little, feel it living inside me.  "nhHh."

So, yeah.  Good and turned on, now for a good fantasy.  Like that movie, Hackers, red pleather, stretched tight across my eyelids, panning back, his face, scared, blond hair short, but feathery around his crown, almost feminine, the hardness between his crossed smooth pale thighs.

"..." not even a sound, the breath rushing hot out of me like a chimney, head back, mouth wide.

Throw me in there, zipping back the crotch, because his hands are bound above him.  "HhH?" his gasp, the lacey panties bulging out, between the black nylon teeth.

Kunk! I frose, wrist on the cold porcelin.  "Uhn!" almost a girly grunt, "HhahH!"

"Kloooooooo,.." pretty full bladder, hitting the surface, standing up, swirling deep sounds like.

KNK!  I come around quick, look at him jumping, looking around, little dinkle still dripping in his fingers.

"Freshman!"/meat, I grin, and go wash my hands, past the urinals, at the sink.  Sighing, I look up, sweep the hawk back, and drop my arms, on either side of my tits.  What the fuck, it's a wifebeater, white ribbed tanktop, no bra.  My nipples were still a little swollen, but not wet enough to show through.

"Uh," he zipped up, and stepped out, "What're you doing in here?" hands still in front of him.

"Takin a piss," duh face, "What about you?"

"Uh, yeah." he looks over at the stall, "But this is the boy's room?"

"Yeah?" I turned and stomped out, "You don't say."

Dennis {mF Fdom}

I skipped homeroom, and lunch, went straight to the art room.  Had to catch up on a painting, so I pulled back the drop cloth, and looked at the canvas while I mixed colors.

Dunununu I looked back, and the studio door was open Dununenudunununu.

Weird baseline, I got up to see what Mrs Pickett was listening to.

"I hear the roar of a big machine," no, that punk rock chick, "Two worlds and in between," from the bathroom last semester, "Hot metal and methadrene," standing up, some weird machine in her hands, "I hear the Empire down."  Like a big power drill, but sideways, a wheel sticking out like a saw.

"I HEAR THE SUNS OF THE CITY AND DISPOSSESSED!" she cranks it, and spins it up, "GET DOWN GET UNDRESSED!" GRHNHNHN! "YOUAN ME!  WE GOT THE KINGDOM WE GOT THE KEY!"  sparks lit up her goggles, pressing the wheel to a bright upward arc of metal.  "We don't doubt we don't take direction." she stripped the goggles off, cut the music, and eyed the sculpture.  Bent, and polished rebar, the top one curved up, like an upside down half arch, held up by two legs, curving down to the base.

"Enjoying the show?" she's looking at me, like That again.

"Uh," I look away, "What is it?" at my canvas on the easel.

"Tribado," she looks down on it proudly, "One."  It looked like, idaknow, nothing, kinda the lower curve on a gut with these two tiny legs.  "Sophomore now?" she set down the tool.

"Uh," she remembered, "Yeah."

"Got any hair on your dick yet?" hey?

"What are you," I got defensive, "a senior again?"

"Graduate student," she grabbed a yellow bottle, chugged down Mtn Dew.

"Uhh," that didn't make sense, "This is a High School."

"Yeah?" she screws the cap down, "Well missus Pickett says I got talent, so she's letting me use her tools, and studios while I work on my art."  If that's what she calls it.

"Are you going to paint that?"  Mrs. Puckett's are all beutifull, and her's make me feel weird.  "And what's your name, anyway?"

She looks up from her radio, grins,

"Lucretia" {Fm Fdom}
{... My Reflection.  (c) the Sisters of Mercy (Floodland, or A Slight Case of Overbombing).}

Dance the ghost with me.  Kinda cute, actually, in a nerdy kind of way.  A real pussy, submissive, scared, intimidated.  He made me hungry, just standing there, twitching, and looking around nervously.  "Uh," he whined, "Okay."

"Whatca doing," I walked around, "Now?" cute ass!

"Uhh," he looked up at the clock, "Lunch, I guess."

"Stick around," I strolled nonchalantly to the door, "Keep me company."

"Well," he pushes his glasses up, "I was working on a painting..."

"Nonsense," I waved my hand, locked it.  "What kind of painting?"

"Oh," he shrugged, "You know," sighed, "A landscape," cue the sappy music, flowers, butter fucking flies.

"Hh," I let my hand drop from my forehead, "What kind of pussy shit is that?"

"Uh?" he looked hurt.

"I mean, you're a man, right, or an older boy, you got balls, testosterone?"

"I guess," he looks in their general direction, "That was the assignment." crosses his legs.

"Let's see this peice of shit," I swung open, and shot through the door, "Ahahaha, this it?"  Pastorale, baby blue wildflowers dotted carefully in.

"UhHhH?" he looked around.

"What we need," I picked up the pallatte, "Is some earth tones," mix up some gray, "Rocky outcrop," browns, "Straight pines," stabbing phallicly into the pastell sky.  "See?" he came around to look, "Contrast."  I sketched a dead one, half fallen, leaning against the green one, tan dried needles.

"Huh." he set his arm up, hairless chin in his hand, looked at it.

"There's two ways you can go," I explained, "Pussy, or manly.  If you put both in the same image right, they compliment each other, the feminine setting off the masculine, and vice versa."

"Okay?" he looked up, I think he got it.  Then he looked down, "So you, are that kinda," work of art? "Artist?"

So close, "Yeah, sort of, that's one trick I'm trying to incorperate.  Right now, I'm still consolidating my influences, Mapplethorpe, Giger, Magritte, Bosche, Brugell, Escher,.."

"MC. Escher?" cool name, I might use it.

"Yeah," I go back in the studio, "I'm figuring out ways to incorperate impossible figures in my sculpture." pick up some pieces of frame, "Like, you know the impossible triangle?" I hold them at right angles, but the ends skew to the middle section, "If you look down it like this, the ends seem to come together in a right angle."

"Cool."

"So," Klct behind me, I cover it by dropping the sections.  "You a virgin?"

"What?" looking away, "No?"

"Got a girlfriend?" standing over him.

"Uhh," he looks up.

"Into kinky," bend down to whisper, "Sex?"

"UhHh," he swallows.

Dennis {Fm DS}

It just surprised me, is all.  I mean, I guess I never really technicly ever been with a girl, but this was never what I imagined it was like.  Her taking me, bending me back on a stack of plywood, holding my wrists with one hand, undoing my pants, unwrapping and rolling on the rubber with the other.

I mean, I heard stories, but I never beleived in them.  Girls don't act like that, most boys are lying when they say they did.  But she just climbed on, pants still on, and crushed it on my pubic bone.  Hard, she rolled my hips, held her hand over my mouth.  It's not supposed to hurt, is it?

"It always hurts the first time," her whisper was hot on my ear, and she bit it.

"NH?" I turned away, squeezed shut my eyes.

"What's wrong?" she pulled down one of my arms, "Doncha think I'm sexy?"  Scary, but soft, warm, round in my hand, brushing my knuckles, slipping under the strap of her shirt.

"UhH!" so warm in there, between them, squeezing around my hand, and fingers.  "OhH!"

Zzz, She squirmed on me, undid, and slipped down her black jeans.  "Hh," petted up my thigh, "That's better," lap.

"Uh!" she gripped it tight, slipping her leg up, shifting to pull the other one under her.  

"Huh!" she pulled the shirt up, fell out of it, her hair flopping over the shaved sides.  I reached up, but she grabbed my wrists, pushed them over me, dropped her chest on mine, bouncing up around my chin.

"Umh!" she hunched, her tummy folding over me, flexing her hips down to press her hair into mine.  I felt her bump the rubber film, scootch, and slip it between her folds.  "Hh," I held my breath, and she slipped down, over me, warm, and tight, and heavy, and soft on my chest.

"HuhH!" I gasped, and she sat up, pushed me down while she pulled up, sank down with a slap I could feel in my bones.

"UhH!" I grunted, tried to gasp again, "Ugh!"  Her lips came open, but not a smile, a white toothy snarl, I think she growled a little.

"GhrhH!" she knocked the breath out of me, again, "GrRH!" and again.

"What's this?" I turned, looked up at mrs Pickett.

"UhH," turning back to the painting, "A portrait."  Leaning in, I carefully brought the brush up to her smile.  White, I couldn't quite get the teeth right.

"Hmh," she cocked her head, "Not much there, but she looks familiar."

"She says she works with you," turn back, look at the gestalt, "Lucretia?"

"I don't know anyone by that name," clk clk, she wandered off.  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, visualized it.  "HhH," not pleasant, but predatory, hungry, I guess it made me feel wanted.

Gale {f solo}

"Hh!" creative writing class, boring!  At least we get to use the computers.  EXCITE!, [Sex Stories]  Text doesn't get you in much trouble, this teacher never gets up, and it's not like anybody will look over, and see any graphic images.  "Hnh!"

[Forced Sex!!!] hit <Back quick, not just stories there, look around carefully, yawning, bored.  

[Similar Pages] clkt, [The Internet's Sickest sites!!!]  Nobody looking, some pictures, but I can scroll quick to get them off the screen.  Between the text links, [Art, and Cartoons,] no, down to [Sick Story Sites.]  All right, I like a little alliteration, but come on!

Down past a banner for Necrobabes, Rape Story Site: all right!  More of a forum, really, offshore, foreign, blackground with red text.

}Football Gangrape by Forceteens,
	}} Great story!

} My "True Story" by Psiberserker.

} True Story by.

okay, read through the pissing match.  Psiberserker debated the truth of the first story on the grounds of realism, and continuity, made a great case.  The other, "author", can't remember his name for the life of me, didn't have a leg to stand on.  A badly written internally inconsistant account of him being tied down, and forced to watch his wife being raped by burglars.

Moving up, I read the "True Story," of a guy getting raped, by a woman, in a hotel room.  I tried to pay attention, for continuity, consistancy, but found it so believable, I got sucked in, had to remember to breathe at the end.  "Huh!" I saved, slipped in a yellow 3 1/4" floppy {She really liked that movie, so did I, for that matter} and copied it, plus everything by this Psiberzerker in the archive.

GDRNGNGNGNG! I went to lunch, grabbed a bite, and tucked it down before I got to the Library.  The back computer, I sat in the corner, facing the screen.  [http://Rapestories2000/necrobabes.org/] {No longer a valid address.}  Back to Sickestsites, I can do pictures, now, Art, and cartoon.

Scroll down, BabyArt?  Click, Trevor Brown, ooooh!  Banged up dolls, lying crushed, spiral wreckage of toys strewn about her, including dildoes.  "HnhinT!" cover my mouth, and hit [ctrl+Tab], and switch back to the Rapestories site.  Nothing new from PSI, but scroll down, some request he did for a reporter, named Mitzi.  Pretty good, twist ending, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.

[Anti-rape by Psiberzerker.] clkt!  I got the floppy out, blind while I read.  Poor helpless girl, fleeing into the night, dark menace following.  Glance down to find the drive, slip it in, looking back up.  Scroll down, she thinks, ["He's probably thinking I want him, asking for it."]

[Ctrl+a,c]

["Just don't know what I'm gonna do with it."]

"HhHhH," I can hear Her voice, in my head.  Nasty, cute, but nasty.

She stops, waits for him, the Wolfpack Rapist.  In a dark tunnel under the tracks, he forces her down, into her mouth, knife at her throat.

She bites him anyway, grabbing both wrists, and jerking them up, severing it, to hang from her teeth.  I blinked, caught my breath, licked my lip where I was biting it, and read how she got away.

"HhHhH!" I closed my eyes, [alt+F4]  If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was coming down from an orgasm.  My hair felt sweaty, and I squished, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"Miss?"

I jumped, F4ed away Sickestsites, "Uh, yes?"

"You better get to class."  I don't remember the bells ringing, which means I didn't count them, and was already 20 minutes late.  Psychology, "HhH!" I roll my eyes, such a waste of time, I stopped paying attention months ago when I realised they didn't have anything thet applied to me.

I'll take the F, and still graduate, I can still write.  Same page with the Sickestsites.com, and rapestories links written on it, I thought a minute.  I can't write a character that good, a serial killer, she never even thought her name, but how bout a rapist.  Seriously, a woman can rape a man, just like I always fantasized, I just have to figure out how.

Right now, figure out the woman, [Characterisation:]  tap the pen.

[Tall, strong, but still attractive.  Lean muscle, like mine,] turn my arm, and tap my fingertips, watch the tendons jump in my forearm, [Dark red/brown hair, auburn.]  I flipped the pen, realized there was no erasor, and flipped it back.  Bighting my lip, [Kelly, but work up the pathology, evolution to rape.

From] what?  [Sadomasochistic fantasy, bondage, rape, some asphyxia, but not paraphillic.  Escalates away from it to the dominance, control, high risk victim.  Proving a point, raping men because she can.]  Yeah!  [Bondage, ligature instead of strangling th]

DRNG..!  I jumped up, headed for my locker, and stuffed all my books in.  Pack light, I took it home, fired up the computer, and got out the floppy.

"Hh," [dir

:Amanda Hunt
Anti-Rape
Hunger and Heroin
True Story]

I wished I got more, but brought up Amanda Hunt.  "Huhuhuh," I got it, shook my head, and started reading.  Her origin story, slipping off to self mutilate with a razor.  So similar to one of my fantasies, I swear I thought about it before, in creative writing.

But he holds her down, ties her bloody wrist with her jeans,  "HhH!" I lean back, finger over the down button, and slip my other hand in my pants.  He rapes her, holding his arms over her, and her down with his weight on top of him.  It hurts, but so does something hard, pressing the cut on her wrist.

Her mutilation razor, in the pocket, she clicks it out, stabbing through the fabric, cuts free, and looses it.  Slashing wildly cutting him, screaming, trying to get away, holding him with her legs, breaking off the presegmented blade in him, and I can't keep my eyes open.  "Uh," I fall back, fingers busy, a thousand images flashing in my head, blood, pain, rage, lust, fear, "UhHhoh!"  breath forced out, curled almost double, trying not to fall out of the chair.

"hHh?" shivering, pleasure pulses dying down, getting up, rubbing my arms, and starting a new file.

[Manrapest]

Hope Chest (f B/SM)

"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 freinds, when she's supposed to be watching them, and now this?

"Come here," I don't want to touch it, but have to take it away, and put it on the table.  "It's a toy," I look away from it, into her eyes, "For grown ups."

"It's Kelly's toy?"

"Yes," I guess, and hug her, "She's growing up, and I guess she got it, somewhere."

"I never seen one of those at the toystore!" she reaches out, "How's it work?"  Rhnhnhnhnh!

I open my eyes, "don't play with that!" take it away, and try to figure out how to turn it off.  I see, the base twists, like a lipstick, and the humming stops.

"When can I get one?" never!

"Hhn," I hide it, "Legally, when you're eighteen."  The books said not to discourage them too much, but left out the possibility of your 5th grade daughter coming to you with her sister's sex toys.

"But Kelly's only 16?" she's so confused.

"Yeah," I know, "I'll have to talk to her later."  I get up, set her down.  "Come on, show me where you got it so I can put it back."  I follow her back to Kelly's room, and open the door in back.

"Kh!" I gasp.

"Indere!" she points down to the Hope Chest, once mine, now Kelly's, and some day her's.

"Go to your room!" I look down from the hanger rod.  Thank god she didn't see it, or understand.  I close the door behind her, untye the belt I'd got Kelly, hanging between the clothes.  "Hn!" I roll it up, open the chest, and hold my breath.  That's the only reason I don't gasp again.

"Oh, Kelly." I hold my head, shaking it, and close my eyes.  "This is not what I Hoped for you."

Jonny {mf fDom Fist SM}

"UH!" she shakes.

"Kummon," she grunts through her teeth, "Fuck me," hands tight on my hips, "harder!" digging her nails in my ass, "Harder you fucking pussy, fuck me like a Man!"

"Uh," it hurt.

SMACK! "I said fuck me," my leg was bleeding, "Bitch!"

"HhH!" I got soft, pulled out.

"UhHN!" she shoved her hand between her legs, "HhN!"  I swear, she stuffed the whole thing in to her wrist.  "N!"  Wet slapping, her wrist hitting her belly.

"Huhhh," I got up, pulled off the empty rubber, and fixed my pants.

"nt!" I look back, and she's not even pretty any more.  Her face all red, blood bulging in her forehead, mouth open, hand tight around her own neck.  "EHN!"  I go out for a cigarette.  I swear, ever since her best friend was raped, she changed.  She wanted me to hold her down, choke her.

Kelly {fFg NS Lies}

"MoOM!" she's waiting for me.

"Close it," pissed.

THINK! "Is there no privacy in this house?"

"Sit down," she doesn't smile, and my ass clenches, imagining the spanking.  I swear, I couldn't fart if I wanted to then.  "Your sister," she sighed, "Got into your closet while you were supposed to be watching her, and her brother this afternoon."  She held up the little silver hummer, "Asked me what this was."

"OMGod," I covered my mouth, looked 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 autoerotic asphyxia," maybe I could shock her out of this whole disturbing conversation, "And I'm not that stupid."  I can control myself.

"I'm sure all these people thought that too," she set down the sheets, and got up.  "I don't want to loose you," she rubbed my face, "Like that."

"Oh mom," I started crying again.

"Ohh," she hugged me, "It's okay, but it has to stop."  She didn't leave right away, but took it away, all of it.  "Where did you get all of this?"  The vibe, magazines, padded handcuffs, anal beads, lube, rubbers, belt, everything.

"From a freind," I looked away, blinking.

"A man?" she sighed, dropped the lid.

"NO!" Imean, "A girlfriend, from school."

"OMGod," she broke down again, "Your Gay!"

"No mom," I hugged her, "I like boys, I just," eyes tight, "can't talk to them."  About this.

"I don't want you seeing that 'friend' any more," she looked at me seriously, "And we're going to have to talk with your father when he gets home."

Justine {f Solo Rape Porn Maso Asph}

"GHN!" teeth tight, I twist my arm, loosen the belt.  "KHUHHH!"  The rush of air, prickles on my cheeks, lips, forehead, stars dancing in my eyes.  "HUH Huh hn!"  the warm rush, I let go, float, into the light, glowing, warm.

"Knock knock," I jump.

"Um!" scrabble the magazines together, "I'm not dressed!"

"Dinner's ready," dad's footsteps, down the hall.

"Hnh!" I pull the belt loose, over my hair, pick up my jeans, and a turtleneck.  One last look at the magazines, the girl on the cover, bent over, hair crushed under the belt, two rows of pyramid studs, like my bracelet.  Snapping it on my wrist, I look at the mirror, check my hair.

Pulling it out of my shirt, I open the door, brush it out, while mom walks by.  "Come on dear," she looks in, "Before it gets cold."

"Kay, mom," I set it next to my hairbrush.  Walking across the hall, I wash my hands, and go downstairs.  "Mmn!" I worked up a good appetite, and it smelled so good.

"I know you've been depressed lately," I roll my eyes, and take a bite, "But could you try not to dress so much like a corpse?"

"And watch your weight," turn to mom, keep chewing, "You're getting fat."

It hurts to swallow, "Okay mom," I sigh, "God!"]

Gale {F solo asph}

"Khuh!" I gasped, "Hh huH Hh." can't do too much of that, "er," never again.  Still, I understood, the character, who's a bit too much like Kelly, unless she's fantasizing about her, whatever.  Write that when I get to it.  Try to get some sleep.

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 toolbelt.  "HahHhH!" her dildo, I take it out, smell it.

Not used recently enough to still have an odor, but I know where it's been, what She used it for.  "HhH!" I get mine out, hold it up, compare them as I harden in my hand.  A size queen, it's huge, silicone, flesh tone.  "Hhahuh," fap fap fap.  I close my eyes, imagine her wearing that camisole.  "NhH!"

Pulling it up, holding her down, "NhHt!"  Her struggles, screams, strapping her down, cutting away her underwear.  Punching into her, PNK! slapping my legs against the sink.  "rHN!"  Slapping her face, cries muffled by the tape, "GhnN!" cum bursting out, splashing into her, ripping out.

FAPfap fap, "Nhnhnh."  I wash my hands, and the sink.  It looks yellow, sickly on the white porceline, but that lets me see that it's clean.  KHKHKHK! I re-tape the box, and drop it back on the bedside.

Justine {f Solo Bule Frip Rape Fant Asph}

"HRLK!" I pant, get up flushing the toilet, and go to wash my hands.  "Hnh!" I look thinner in the mirror, close my eyes, and imagine how it should be.  Yeah, hair not so fucked up, and black.

DRiNNNNNNNNG! I sigh, and head out.  The last bell, I shudder at everyone around me.  He's here, somewhere, look behind me.  Is He following?  No, can't see Him, sigh, but is it releif?  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, comming 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 clamly across the soccor feild, 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}

"HelloO?" 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 foreward, 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 automaticly until it's readable.

[Waiver of prosecution for concentual force role play:

I _Sarah_Parker_ explicitely concent to sado-masochistic sexual ravishment by an unamed assailent, and filming of it.  It is my fantasy, idea, and wish to be "raped," by a stranger, in my home while I sleep.  I hearby waive my rights to prosecute for rape, or press charges for any sexual assault resulting from this up to the utterance of the safe word "_platypus_".  Saying this should stop all action, and end the scene.  If not, anything therefter is rape, and sexual assault.

Signed
Sarah Parker]

[|>] excited, I watched him carefully fold, and put it away on his way up the stairs.  "Nhn," wet, I rubbed inside, and out.  His hand came up, pushing open the door, to a bed.  Queen, or king sized, it was covered, but unmade, a small body curled up in the covers.

"Nh?" she turned as the glove brushed her red curly hair.  "MNH!"  He held her mouth, eyes wide over it.  Black, I [>|]ed it, and looked real good at her closeup.  Black roots, and remarcable consistancy to the curls.  Bleached, dyed, and either permed, or curled.

"Hn," [|>]  "KHKHKHK!" he taped her mouth, slapped her until her hair swung round her face.  "NHN!" she cried, clenched her eyes, squeezed out tears.  "RHHN!"  A deep chuckle right in my ears from the phones.  The skin crawled up my neck, as I realise she couldn't say it, "MWLADEMUFF!"

"Shutup!" he slapped her again, but didn't shout, almost whispered.  I could hear the sadistic lust in his voice, and slipped my fingers out as the camera panned down.

"HhHhH!" So big, it had to hurt, I slipped it between my legs, felt it so thick, pressing on my lips, into them, spreading around the round hard head.

"Clink!" I could see his buckle hit the snap of his pants, panning back up.  "CLKTKT!" around her wrist, pulling it up by the chain, her other forced up in his fist.  "Nhnhn!" crying now, mouth pulling open in the wide clear strip of tape.  'PLEASE' silently, but readable through the window gag, chin wrinkled.  "IHNT!" back down, his gut on her flat tummy, squishing her tits flat.  "H H H?"  Sobbs.

"NHhHGH!" pushing as hard as I can, with one hand.  I drop the camera, grab it.  "THN!" grunt, force it into me, "Guh!" deep, hard, pushing the breath out of me.  "HhHhHhuh!"  dragging it back, feeling every hard veinlike ridge.  "Hht!" so full, punching into me, slamming into the end.

"AIGH!" burst of pain, "Ghn!" curling up, hunching breathless, unlike any hurt I ever felt.  "HhnNH!" pulling it painfully out of me, clenched spasticly, so hard my asshole aches.  I feel it in the bone, a white hot coal of agony in my side.  "Uhuhuh?" what the fuck?  I mean god, it hurt, like birth, or getting kicked from inside.  Mom always smiled when that happened, but I knew it had to hurt.

"Uhhhn!" I still hurt, but could get up, holding my tummy, cramping now, and turn off the camera.  "HuhHhH!" try to breathe, put it back before anybody comes home.  Wracking pain, slowly dying down like the afterglow from an orgasm.

"How did he?" try to jam it in, pulling out the magzines, an a peice of, "What the?"

[Waiver of prosecution for concentual force role play:

I _Sarah_Parker...

Gale {f solo}

Wake up, frosen, force myself to open my eyes.  Feel the numbness ebb, down my shoulders, goosebumps prickling from my arms.  "HhH!" I rub them, get up, the computer's still on.  I sit down, 2:14 in the corner, close my eyes, and try to remember.  "Hryah'Huhn?" not getting much sleep tonight, feel under the monitor.

Turn down the brightness, look down at the keyboard, [...

"Vic" {MF Rape Deni}

"HhHh," I shiver, hold myself, try not to think about the bathroom, shower, like she said on 911.  I hung up after "Police are on their way," and try to wait.  Why didn't I hear sirens?

KNOCKNOCKNOCK!  It all happened so fast, "I'm Detective Olivier," looked like business, nice reddish brown suit, and violet shirt under it, "I understand there was an incident?"

"No?" I turned.

"Maam," she looked at my hair, "did you recently bathe?"

"No?" then why was my hair wet, and who wrapped a towel around it?  Just the way i do.

"Honey?" my husband hugged me, all of a sudden on the couch.  "Remember, you had a shower when you got home?"

"Oh," I blinked, "That's right."  Why didn't I dry my face?

"I know this is hard," Olivier sat down, "But can you tell me what happened?"

My head hurt, "She went out for her night's run, and when she came back, her clothes were torn, and she said she'd been Raped."

"Uhuhuh!" I broke down.

"She told me everything," he just held me.  I didn't deserve it, his love, so dirty, like I cheated on him.  "He grabbed her from behind, hit her with something."  I closed my eyes, curled up.  "He taped her mouth, over her eyes, and her hands in front of her.

Then, she was led, through the woods, she thinks.  He helped her up into a truck, rolled the door down, and cut the tape around her wrists.  He drove her somewhere, bound to a couch, or sofa against the back wall.  Then, he stopped, got back there with her, and..."

I stopped listening, just fainted, drifted away to darkness, and silence.

Det. Benita Olivier

[Victim chooses to remain anonymous, and dissassociated through most of the interview.  She kept her eyes closed, and recounted what happened inside the van as if in a hypnotic trance.  At the seccondary crime scene, the perpetrator raped her, sadisticly.  Slapping, biting, and verbally abusing her, he removed the tape to let her scream.

My professional opinion is she was moved to a remote location to eliminate witnesses.  The abusive manner, and steps taken to let her scream suggest a Sexual Sadist.  He kept her blinded with tape so she couldn't see him, which may indicate recognisability, rather than the insecurity of a ressurance 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 yeilded 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 Geofrey Walker, returned the U-Haul, and flew out before he could be interviewed.  Before the assault, he can be cleared as a suspect at this time.]

Gayle {F solo NS}

"HhH!" time for school, do it all over again, and try to find time to get this out of my head.  And on paper, disk, don't forget it, or the notebook, get in the shower.  KshshSHSH!.. drown it all out, step back and just let my mind wander.  Not real sure where it's going, but I'll get there.