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 {Warning: This one's pretty fucked up, even by my standards.}

   Blind Date (MF/F Rape SM Hemo Snuf)

   "Huh huh huh!" I had to slow down, again.  "Fuck, it's hot!" Just over
heated, I hadn't been running that long, and I'd gotten better, and better
since I'd started.  At first, I had to walk most of it, just ran a little
until I couldn't breathe.  Then a little more, and more until I could lap
the whole trail.  Then twice, and then some with just the occasional break.
I'd lost so much weight, most of the fat, and now I could see the muscles
in my legs, running down my thighs, bulging out my calfs.  But it was just
too fucking hot today, just keep walking.  Pull up my top to lift my
breasts off the sweaty crescents under them.  Stopped at the water
fountain, splash some on my face, and start running again as soon as I
catch my breath.  "Hh HhH hH!" I breathed as deep as I could, in time to my
jumping feet, almost floating over the trail, around the back curve, and up
the hill to the top of the dam.  Across it, and back down, through the
trees, deeper in the park.

   It was wider now, the saplings, and bushes cleared to chip into mulch
under my shoes.  I slowed again, not so hot, but because they hadn't gotten
this far yet.  There was still some brush at the edges, under the trees, it
was cool, and shady.  The after work crowd had taken off, and the sun was
low, but the muggy air still held onto the heat, probably would for a
couple more hours.  The last guy I passed up on the dam was alone, maybe it
was him?  I can't help smiling, any guy walking around alone is suspicious,
and he didn't look like a jogger.  Not even a nature lover, more like a
punk kid who never outgrew the phase.

   Camo pants, army boots, green trench coat, in this heat.  No metal
shirt, it just looked brown, to match his hair, and ball cap.  A little
scrub around his mouth, not enough to call a goatee, but working on it. 
Like an Army wannabe, or a surplus shopping hunter.  That's what I hoped,
there's not enough wildlife around, just couples walking hand in hand,
bikes to fast too catch, groups of power walking moms, or taking the dog
out to piss, and sniff the trees.  All gone now, just me, and him.  I hoped
it was him.

   "whGH!" I flew to the side, and hit the ground so hard I couldn't
breathe.  He came down on me, pushed my shoulder down, and my head burst
with a hit.  Dazed, I lost everything, except the pain until I heard his
voice.

   "Don't Scream." he growled right in my ear, close enough to feel his
breath on my hair, and held my mouth.

   "Mm Mm." I relaxed.  My head still hurt, but my heart leaped.  Finally!
I guess it was good he took so long, because now I was ready.  So ready for
him, I was getting impatient, almost afraid he had run, or gotten caught.

   "Don't fight me, and I won't have to Hurt!  you." He grunted, and shoved
his hand hard between my legs.  I just sighed through my nose, and nodded,
calmly.  The excitement was almost wearing off and I went numb.  The
unfeeling when my mind kicks into high gear, and overtakes my heart.  No
fear, anger, nothing but the deadly superthought.  "No tricks."

   He reached down for my chest, and gripped a tit like a soft ball.  "Of
course not." I could talk, hear the dispassionate monotone, "Why would I
fight, or scream?"

   He chuckled, "Fucking slut!" He tried to force the spandex into me,
groping around for my hole, but just rubbed it between my lips.  His hand
crushed my tit, and I was aware that it hurt.  Might even bruise he
squeezed so hard.  I sighed.

   "Huh.  Is that it?" I turned to look up through the corner of my eye,
"Nice mask." His eyes narrowed, and the brows frowned between the hat bill,
and bandana.  "You wanna get out of here?"

   "Huh?" they widened with surprise.  "What're you trying to pull?"

   Another sigh, "This isn't very private," I shrugged under him, "Wouldn't
you rather go somewhere I Can scream, as much as I want?" Still didn't get
it.  "Come on," I twisted, "I know what you want.  Let's go fuck where we
can do it right.  Good and hard, and loud, and rough."

   "You want," he held me limply now, "to..?"

   "I want you," I got an arm free to reach up, "That's what I came here
for," to the side of his face, "For weeks.  I knew you'd come back, to find
someone, I didn't know when, but I made sure it was me." I gently pulled
down his mask.  "It's Okay." I rubbed his cheek, "I saw your face, when you
saw me up on the dam.  How you looked at me, I knew it was You." The cheesy
wannabe beard.  I hooked my fingertips behind his ear, pulled him down to
me, and closed my eyes.

   He slapped me, "Bitch!"

   "Yes!" I turned back to him, "Go ahead, and hurt me," looked him right
in the eye, "I like it," and bit my lip.  He backhanded me.  "Come on," I
turned back to him, "Let's go before someone catches you." I pushed him up,
and he balled his fist.  "You got a car?" He nodded, dumbfounded.  "good."
I held his hand, let him lead me around to the parking lot.  A truck,
actually.  One of those short SUVs, like a tall lifted hatchback.  No, I
won't tell you the make, model, or color, you want the licence number too?
"That's right," I soothed him, "Let any one who sees us think we're just a
normal couple.  Don't want them getting suspicious, do we?"

   "Who the fuck Are you?" He got in, and unlocked the door for me.

   I grinned, "I know you're the Lakeside Greenway Rapist."

   "Who?" He just looked at me.

   I laughed, "Don't you catch the news?" I guess not, "They've been
talking about you for months, ever since your last victim came forward."

   "That Bitch!" There was his rage again.

   "Ah haha!" I slapped his thigh, "What, you told her not to tell, right?
Hahaha!  God you're bad at this!  Start up the the engine loverboy, I'm
still pretty fucking horny!"

   The cold deadly calm was gone, replaced by his hilarious ignorance. 
Lucky I caught him before they did, and it wouldn't have been long. 
"Where?" he pulled out of the empty lot.

   "Your place all right?" I laughed at his expression, "Oh, you don't
still live with Mom, do you?" He went from fear to anger in a heartbeat.

   "Don't talk about her!" He growled, and pointed his fist at me, "Don't
you Ever!  Talk about her."

   "Oh!" I bit back a grin, "Kay, I won't!" and felt the feeling fade away.
I found a hot button.  Probably The hot button, come to think of it. 
"Left." Of the 4 broad types, he was the kind to have mommy issues.  No
doubt the driving force, in fact.  He HATEs her, so much he has to take it
out on the next girl he catches vulnerable.  Right, victims of opportunity,
which is why he didn't stick to schedule.  He can't have a pre-set period,
and be sure to find one right on time.  "Slow down," I rubbed his thigh. 
"I'm in a hurry too, but the last thing you want is to ever get pulled
over." I looked back, "You don't have any weapons in here, right?"

   "No." Maybe a tire iron, something he could use, but no guns.

   "Not much back seat," I noticed, probably nowhere to hide a victim well
enough to not get spotted.  "You don't have any guns?" Even with the Ranger
Rick getup.  Why don't you just get a custom tee shirt that says [ARREST
ME] or write it on the back of the out of season duster?  So fucking
stupid. "Too bad," shrug, "might be handy." Probably a violent record,
they'd ask too many questions for a Psycho/sociopath like him.  "It's all
right," I rubbed his leg more, "I don't have a record, so I can get some if
we need them." No prints, either, on record.  So much to teach him, even
basics like Gloves.

   "Really?" He kept his eyes on the road, and I kept my hand off the bulge
in the front of his camos.  To soon to distract him, don't want to take any
risk of getting him caught.

   I laughed, "The only police report with my name on it is as a Victim." I
thought quickly, "Er, or witness, actually.  They don't check for that. 
Left up here." Behind the 'lake', just a big pond, really, but nice and
woodsy back there.  Not a lot of houses, private land, fairly far between.
"Another left after the bridge."

   "So," he kept driving, "What happened?" Finally decided to join the
conversation.

   "Well," I sighed, and tried to put some feeling in my voice, "My mom
cheated on my dad.  I knew about it for years, but it took him forever to
figure it out.  Denial, I guess, he never touched me, or even raised his
voice before that night.  Then, I heard him, yelling at her in bed.  She
kept telling him to 'keep your voice down', but he just got louder, and
Louder.  Then, I heard the shot.  The first one, it was quiet for a long
time, but I was too scared to get up.  Then the last one, I stayed under
the covers until the cops came, and broke down the door.  They came and
found me after a while, hiding under the bed, and asked me what I heard. 
Mom, and dad were dead, murder-suicide, and I went to live at a group home
until I turned 18."

   "Wow." He gripped the steering wheel, and twisted it back, and forth
with his fists.  I could almost hear the 'That Bitch!'s, and the like in
his head.  I'd gotten the story just right.

   "Right there," I pointed, "Or actually left, right up here." He slowed,
but didn't signal, not like there was anybody else on the road, but he'd
have to learn the habit.  Nothing to stand out, make them look at us, think
suspiciously about anything.  You can't be invisible, that's impossible,
but we sure don't want to be noticed, or remembered.  "Keep going," the
pavement ran out, but he didn't have to slow down, much less drop it in
4-wheel.

   "That the lake?" he looked over at the park lights reflected on the
water through the trees.

   "Yeah," I shrugged, "but you can't get to the park except through the
woods, and there's no trails wide enough to drive on."

   "You live back here?" he wondered.

   "Yeah," I stuck my head down to look ahead, "See that mailbox?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Pull up next to it." He drove closer, "Good thing rent's pretty cheap
out here, once you get past the lakeside.  A lot of the rich people are
starting to buy it up, but I'm month to month." He pulled up in front of
the mailbox, so I opened the door.  "I'll get the gate while you back up,
and pull in." I slammed the door.  "Fuckin dumbshit!" I muttered, then
swung it back for the latch to catch.  No lock for it, as if someone
couldn't just jump over it, they must have had dogs here before I moved in.
I climbed up on the porch, and unlocked the door while he parked.  I had my
fanny pack off by the time he walked in, and saw me at the fridge.  "Want a
beer, or something?"

   "Sure!" I already grabbed 2.  I picked up a lighter from the table to
pop the tops.

   "They don't screw off," I held it out for him, "Here," I took his, and
the cap rattled on the floor a seccond.

   "So," he looked around, and tried to think of something to say.

   I sighed, set down my bottle, straightened up, and smacked him.  As hard
as I could.  "What!" I yelled at him, "You think I brought you here to show
you my STAMP collection!?" I swung the back of my fist into the other
cheek, and he grabbed me.

   "Bitch!" His surprise was gone.  He forced me back, and shoved me down
on the couch.  CLANK!  My beer fell over, and rolled off on the floor.  I
pretended to struggle, kicked at his legs to get him in the mood.  "Don't
you EVER Hit Me!" My face burst with pain.  "I'll Show You!" He grabbed my
chin, and shoved my head back into the cushion, his other hand pulling at
my sports bra.  "I'll Teach You A FUCKing Lesson!" He hit me again, and
tried to rip it off of me.  It streched, spandex, and cut into my back, but
didn't break, so he yanked it up, and punched me right in the chest!

   Ah, that hurt.  "YaiH!" I yelped, but inside I was just glad it was
finally happening.  Or soon, I told myself to enjoy this, instead of
anticipate what was going to happen.  He practicly smacked me between my
legs, grabbing my cunt so hard he hit it, and crushing my tit.  I screamed,
and he grinned.

   "Yeah, that hurts, huh Bitch!?" He pushed my crotch hard for
punctuation.

   "Of course!" Dipshit, "HARDER!  Uh, yeah you fucking pussy, that the
best youAh!  FUH!" He hit me again, then again with the back hand. 
Grabbing my head, he threw me over, and slammed it down on the couch."

   "Watcher mouth, CUNT!" He jerked at the side of my shorts, and yanked my
hip off the couch.  Bending me over, and forcing them down at the same
time, he grabbed my twat from behind, and felt around hard.  Smearing my
clit, and fucking his fingers in at last.  I screamed, long, and loud this
time.  No lube except maybe some sweat, it hurt like I could never do.  No
man I could find would hurt me like that, punish my nasty twat like it
deserved.  I was screaming outside, but in here, my heart was soaring,
flying up into me.  Finally, a real fucking Man!

   "Yeah!" He jammed the deeper, and I gasped, "You like that, Huh!"

   "YES!" I yelped, "Uh?  Yeah, HARDRH!  AOH!" He slapped my ass with his
other hand, and I jumped on his fingers.  Gripping hard, he pulled my cheek
to the side, and pressed my crack with his thumb.

   "How 'bout this?" He probed at my asshole with his thumb.  His fingers
jerked up inside me, and with no more warning, he shoved it in hard.

   "YraAUGH!" The news said he 'Sodomized' his last victim, so I made sure
to loosten up.  It still hurt so much, I couldn't think.  I didn't have to,
I felt enough to overwhelm my damned mind.  No more thought, just this hard
passionate whatever.  There's no words, it just destroyed me, like I always
hoped it would.

   "WHELL!?" He jerked in me, "Don'cew!?"

   "AH!  Yes, YES!" He shook them.  My ass bounced all over with the force,
and I can't say what it felt like inside.  Just, I don't know,
overwhelming?"

   "YEAH!" He spanked me, "Fuck yeah, you dirty fucking Slut!"

   I felt everything start to go away, except the rage.  "D'jou come to
fuck me, or just Talk?"

   "Oh yeah!" He let go of me, "I'll Fuck you all right!"

   God damned buttons?  I turned to see, and there had to be a billion of
them.  "Ah, come on, Man!" Hang on, allmost, just a sec...  "Fucking
GetOnWithIT!!!"

   "Shut the FUKup!" At least he hit me again, and grabbed my ass to sink
in, at last.  Jesus fucking christ, did it have to take all night?  "Yeah,
you filthy bitch!" He pulled back, and smacked my ass, "THERE!  You happy?"

   "Noh!" I grunted, "You weak ass fucking pantywaste!" He stabbed in, and
pulled back, "I said FUCKME!  NGh!" I cramped from him stabbing his thumb
in, still pushing my cheek back with his thumb.  Then, "aihHn!" I screamed
from him fucking in, bashing his hand to jerk his thumb in my ass harder
than anything I felt.  "YEAIIII!!!  ahUHuh" I gasped, and sobbed.  I think
I felt myself tear a little, and missed him pulling out.  Didn't even
notice undil I felt him force in.  "Yuh?" I couldn't breathe, "nh?"

   That's it.  Right then is when it turned into rape.  I'd heard it said,
'You can't rape the willing!' Bullshit.  Anyone who says that has no
concept of rape.  Nether did I, it was just some fantasy until then.  Not
that I ever believed in that, I knew I must have some limit, I just had to
find the right man to reach it.  Now that I did, I didn't just go away like
I told myself it would do.  It just crushed me, but left enough to feel. 
The worst feeling ever.  More than just the pain, which was more intense
than anything I ever been able to do before.  Fear, terror that it really
would destroy me.  I told myself that's what I wanted, but never had the
guts to do.  I never really knew what it was like until I faced it.

   For the first time I could remember, I didn't want to die, but I knew he
was going to kill me.  I've failed.

   Gabe {MF Rape}

   "Uh!" One last thrust, and it came.  "YeahHhHuH!" She went limp, but
that didn't stop the spurts pumping up her bloody ass.  I split her wide
open, it stained her crack bright red, and covered my dick.  I pushed her
off, "There bitch." Slapped her ass.  It jiggled, but she didn't move.  I
turned her head, pulled open her eyes, and she let out a breath.

   "Uuuh?" she moaned, "Fuck, that hurt!" Her fist twisted in her eye, and
wiped tears across her face.

   "What you asked for." I grinned, and picked up my beer off the floor. 
There was some in the bottom, but my bloody thumb smelt like shit.  "Uh!" I
pitched the empty bottle in the corner, and went in the kitchen to use the
sink.  "You some crazy psycho bitch!" While I was in there, I grabbed
another, and looked for the opener.  "Whtph?  What is this, Bitburger shit
anyhow?"

   "Ulk?" She threw herself over the arm of the couch, "HrulgK!" Not much,
but it splashed all over the floor.  She dry heaved a couple more times, so
I smacked her ass.  "Here, open this sweet cheeks." I went to find the
bathroom.  "Where's My Fuckin Beer, WOMAN!?" I started the water, and she
came in, pale, and shaking.  She handed it to me, and got in, so I followed
her, and pulled the curtain.  "Not so hot now, huh?"

   She scowled at me.  "Don't get all arrogent now." Her face fell.  Calm
again, relaxed, it was almost scary.  "You still don't know how I saved
you."

   "That right?" I looked at my hands, scraped under my thumb nail with the
other.

   "Yeah." she shook her head, and grabbed a wash cloth.  "How do you think
I found you, eh?" I shrugged, and she washed behind her.  "If it was that
easy for me, you think the cops wouldn't catch on?  Pretty fucking soon, I
bet."

   "Yeah right!" She washed it out, and started over on the front.  "Stupid
fucking cops aint got a clue."

   She laughed, "You really that stupid?  You don't even follow the case! I
don't guess you noticed how they started cutting back the bushes, so youve
got no place to hide.  The change in traffic around the park, not just the
women no longer going there alone, but the new guys, with the nice
haircuts, and neat mustashes?  A lot more cops, I know, cauze they talked
to me.  Stopped me a few times evry day, and warned me how it would be
safer if I didn't run there alone.  They said to bring a dog, or some
friends, at least some pepper spray.  Hah!" she laughed, "You didn't even
check my bag, or you would have found my knife!"

   I jumped, and looked down, but she just flicked my junk with her finger.
"Big bad rapist, I could've cut your cock off before you even noticed.  Or,
if it wasn't me, it'd be some cop bustin in with his gun, and shooting you
when you ran!"

   "Hey, now..!" I warned her.  She jumped out, so I yanked the curtain
back.  "You Fu," She jumped back so I missed, but I got my leg around
before she could land her kick.  My head exploded, and I looked up from the
bathtub.  "Whuthuph?" I rubbed my face.

   "God dam your dum!" She held up the beer bottle.  "DON't!" she kicked me
in the chest, "Get up.  I'll bash your little brains out you make me." She
let the bottle down.  "I need a fucking bowl," she dropped it in the
trashcan, "You want some?" I pult my self up outta the tub, slow.  "Just my
luck I get the stupiest fucking rapist EVER!" Whenever I got the water
turned off, and out to the hall, she was pulling some pants on.  "Knch!"
She grunted, and handed me the pipe.  I took a hit, and she grabbed a
shirt. She took it back, in the kitchen.

   "D'jou do all that to yourself?" I pointed at her body before she
dropped the shirt over it.

   "What?" She grabbed the last beer, and pried the lid off with a loud pop
that hit the low ceeling.

   "All them cuts," on her tit, just the one on the right, but all over it.
Everwere but the nipple.

   "Yeah." she sighed, and walked back out to the table.  I checked, but no
more brews.  She was packing another bowl, so I went, and got greens.  "You
cool to drive me to the hospitle, or I got to take the bus?" She looked at
the clock, and shook her head.

   "Wh?" I shook my head, "Yeah, I guess." We kilt the bowl first.

   "Janet" {FM NS}

   Or whatever.  I had to think of something, and Jane sounded too obvious,
so it came out like "Jane'...et." Like I care if he believed me.  My arms
hurt from holding myself up over the seat the whole way there.  I made him
park.  "Wait." I enunciated for him, "Here." I didn't bother telling him he
Really didn't want to be in there with a girl he just raped.  This could
take long enough for it to sink in.

   There just aren't words to describe what that feels like.  The shot, and
the pain pills they had me swallow were barely enough to hold still.  No
waiting, at least, as soon as I told the nurse behind the window "I think I
split open my asshole." And then the questions, non fucking stop.  Even
when I was bent over my knees on the padded table with a speculum, needle,
and forceps inside me trying to hold still.

   I told them, over and over I did it to myself.  Just like the scratches
inside my thighs, then the doctor stopped, and let me pull up my pants. 
Then I had to tell the cops, two of them.  "Who did this to you?" I did. 
"Did he threaten you?" No, there was no 'him', I did it to my self, it was
an accident.  "How do you explain the damage?"

   I didn't have to act embarrassed, "Look, I was playing with myself, all
right?  Both holes, as hard as I can, until it hurts, like I always do.  I
like it, that's why I do it, I just went a little too far this time." They
obviously doubted me, but went on with it any way.

   "What were you using!?" the shorter one asked incredulously.

   I raised my hand, waved, "and a didlo, but my fist is what tore me." The
doctor told me I was lucky I didn't tear the rectal wall, but gave me some
anti-biotics just in case, any way.

   "You might want to consider some counciling," she handed me some
pamphlets.  One said RAINN on the back.

   I sighed, "I'll tell my therapist all about it." I lied, I don't like
being in my head all that much to start.  No way I want any one else.  I
sure don't want to talk about my feelings, about what really happened, and
coming up with enough lies every appointment would be exhausting.  A lie is
one thing, but a whole story, week after week, I'd mess up at some point.
That's why I do my own work.

   "3 stitches," I told him back in the parking lot.

   "Fuuck!" I was just glad he didn't chicken out, and run.  That, and the
cops didn't follow me out.  It hurt to laugh, but I couldn't help imagine
him screaming and crying when two women wrestled him down, and handcuffed
him.  They'd probably have to taze him first.  I folded the seat up to
climb in back, and lay across the seat.  "You got beer?" If you call Miller
Lowlife that.  One was missing, and more than that were piled empty behind
his seat.  "Just drive like a grandma, stop at every stopsign, signal for
every turn, do whatever you can to Not get pulled over with acoholic
breath, and a rape victim in back." I just held onto the arm rest, and
winced at every speed bump on the way out.  "Better yet, drive like every
car is a cop."

   Yep, that was me!  Rape Victim.  The crowning acheivement in my life,
after years of preperation, I finally found a guy, and made him raped me. I
just turned my head into the seat, tried not to sob, it would just hurt
more.

   I had to sit up, and do that hover thing when we got to the dirt road.
He got out, and opened the gate for me.  I could barely walk up the steps,
had to be the first time I ever used the hand rails.  "Uh!" It smelled like
puke, of course.  I didn't want to even think about gagging, so I held my
breath, and hobbled back to bed.

   "UhH?" Dumb shit followed me.

   "You planning on staying?"

   "You want me to?" He looked at me from the doorway.  For all the world,
the expression on his face, I would have laughed it it wouldn't hurt so
much.

   "Sure," I shugged, carefully.  "Just bring me the pipe, and some pot."
He sat on the side of the bed, screwed open another beer, passed it back,
and forth.  They asked me if I had been drinking, said the drugs shouldn't
interact with the alcohol, but I got so stoned so quick, I managed to pass
out.  I remember telling him "No sex till I get these stitches out of my
ass."

   Gabe (MF NS)

   I tried to head back for my stuff when I thout she'd be a sleep, but my
sister was there.  "The fuck You been?" Mom called her, when I didn't show
up a couple days.

   I told her about it, sayed a friend of mine was attacked, in the park.
She got all hysterical, and said it had to be that rapist!  I allowed as
how it looked like it might could be, since it was just like the others,
but she couldn't bring herself to report it.  She asked how bad was it, so
I told her she got stiches, and he beat her up pretty bad.

   That woke her up, so she yelled "Gabriel?  Is That Gabriel out there!?"
So we had to go back and talk to her.  She was "Worried sick," and went on,
and on about how she shit herself, and it was hours before Sandy come and
cleaned her up, and if she got sores it'd be all my fault.  I told her I
was sorry, but a friend of mine got hurt, and I had to take care of her on
account of she don't got nobody else, and I know I shoulda called, but I
was so busy.

   I swear, the other two wernt like this.  I never knowed them, or seen
them after, so I never felt a shamed.  I mean sure, they probly fucking
deserved it.  You got to know you can't just go out dressed like that, run
around with your tits, and ass all jiggling, and go ino the woods alone
knowing what could happen.  It's at least teasing, and those fucking rich
bitchs is all teases deserve that shit.  Givin guys like me the blue balls
like it aint nothin.

   At least Janet understands, she turnt out to be real smart even.  I know
she said "No Sex," but knowing what it's like sein her half naked all the
time cause she can't stand to put on pants, and it's too hot for the
covers. She cud've toled me to go fuck myself, she did a couple times when
she wernt in the mood, but damn she could suck a mean dick.  Lucky me I got
one, you know what I mean?

   "SANDRA?" I heard Ma screamin all the way out the driveway, "ALEX SANDRA
Get Yer Worthless ASS Back Here NAOW!" She was always a bitch, but ever
sence she broke her hip she got even werse.  Crazy, even.

   I couldn't get home fast enough.  I had to watch my speed, it kept
creeping up, and this late, theres nothin but cops, and drunks out. 
Fucking stop sign, I tried taking a breath, let it out, like she does. 
"HuhH!" Speed back up, 35 dammit.  Cant wait to get my hands on her, wake
her up.  She got to feel better soon.  I cant take much more of just hand
jobs, and jerkin off like this.  Right past the park, and the soccer moms
aint gonna show up for their jog for a couple more hours.

   Good plan, same spot, same pattern probly better luck drifing to the cop
shop, and check myself in.  "fFUCK!" I hit the dash, and kept going.  Turn
left, don't forget to signal, left again.  "Bossy fucking bitch!" grab a
beer, and a bowl.  Open the gate, pull in, close the fucking gate.

   "Ah good," she was up, "You're home!" Naked, room already smells like
some body let a pole cat loose in here!  I pull out my lighter, take a hit,
light a cigarette.  "Get up," she grabs my belt, and gets them down for me.
"Take it all off." Yes mam!  She goes to the kitchen, slams the fridge, and
pops the top.  I get another hit quick, and wash it down with her bitter
ass bitburger.  Man, this is some potent shit!  I rub my eyes.

   "Woa!" I step back when her arm comes around from her back, but she gets
down, puts her hand on the table, and lets out a little grunt.  "Uh!  its
all right," she puts it up on her chest, over her heart, and lets it slip
down the side of her tit.  "Nh!" she winces, and then sighs, her eyes
opening while a red drop pops out, and rolls down.  She turns it over, and
cuts the other side.  "Come here," she sets it down, and reaches up to pull
on my dick.  She sucks me hard, but I keep watching her play with her
chest. Squeezing, and rubbing it around, then at the knife on the table. 
She pulls me down, not all the way, but just low enough to rub my hard on
with her wet chest.

   It's a little slippy, and she lays back on the floor, pulling me on top
of her.  She takes my hands, squeezing her tits around my cock with them.
Then she's pulling on my waste.  Her fingers are sticky, but every time I
fuck her tits, more comes out, and makes her slick.  My dick's all red, and
it pushes some out to run down and around her neck.  She pulls me up more,
till I feel them on my ass, and legs.  Sucking me quick, she sticks it down
her throght, and coughs.  Then she holds up her tits, and spits on them. 
Her head lays back, and it's pink, running down in the blood.  I squeeze
her around me, and it's much slippier.  Theres some down her chin, and
around her mouth, her teeth are pink when she smiles, and scoops some of
the slop over back up to my cock.

   I fuck them as fast, and hard as I can, her tummy squeeks on my ass, and
it makes this nasty wet sound.  They bounce in my hands with each thrust,
and I pinch her nipples hard till she screams.  I bust off, eyes shut
tight, but when I look down, she scoops the pinkish swirly mess off her
neck, up her chin, and sucks it off her fingers.  "Mumh!" The look on her
bloody face is so sick, I just get up, and grab my beer.  My hands are so
dirty, and smell like galvanized chain.  I head for the shower, and she
comes to help me wash up.

   She kisses me, "You all right?" and rubs my face.  I miss my beard, but
she doesn't like it, the way it feels between her legs.  "I need another
bowl." I light another cig, and she gets out the new stuff.  Just sittin
around, getting high.  She lays down on the table, and cuts her legs so it
runs down to her cunt.  By then, I'm so stoned, I just watch her.  It
crackles around her fingers, and runs down to her ass.  The stiches are
out, but it's still a nasty pink scar pointing down her crack.  The blood
covers it up, and I finish the bowl, so I grab another beer.

   Janet (F Solo M Hemo Cum)

   I pulled on my pubic hair, pushed through it, and rubbed around.  Still
a little turned on, I spread my lips, and found my hard little switch. 
"Nhn!" It would hurt, I know cumming makes my ashole twitch, but it
wouldn't pull it open, right?  Maybe it'd be a good pain, I hoped.

   In the middle, between the cushions, scooch around so it doesn't pull my
ass apart.  "aH!" The lighter made me jump.

   "Go on," he held it over the bowl, and grinned.  He just stood there
watching, "NKH!  HhuhH!" Blew out.

   "While you're up," I patted my pussy, "Get me a beer," Bitch "Please?"
My bitch, I know he doesn't think about it like that, but that's the trick
to it.  Make him feel like the Man, big, and strong, and powerful.  He
can't imagine a weak little woman controling him, though his mother
probably did all his life.  I don't want to be his mommy, but if he doesn't
know what drives him, that makes it so much easier to take it over. 
"Thanks," My bitch, I stopped to grab the lighter.  "Can you pack another
one?" POP!

   "Sure!" he grinned, and took greens.  He never cornered it, but
whatever. As long as I ask, he can't say no.  I try to make him, do
anything, and he catches on, fights back.  He doesn't understand control
without force.  Now that I was in the driver's seat, the only question is
where to take him.  Revenge Rape is too risky.  Exposed, controlled by his
need, instead of me.  "Hnh!" I slipped a finger tip in.

   "I never watched a girl play with herself before."

   "shHhH!" Shut The FUCK Up.  I'm a woman, damn it!  No, swallow the
anger, control.  I can't control him, and not myself.  Where was I?  Oh
yes! He wants to punish?  Fine, all he's got is Anger.  Exitation, Sadist!
I looked around, not much of a dungeon, and I don't want to fix up the
place.  Great idea, let's go buy rope, a headboard we can tye them to, hand
cuffs.  "UhmM!" I can dream, though.  Whips, can't be too hard to make,
right?  Just some leather, cut into strips.  Sharpen my knife, test it on
him.  Open up welts on his back, and thighs.  Bend him open, and stripe his
ass.  Hit him so hard he bleeds.  Rip him open with the handle "Mhm!"
Something I could never do was make myself scream.  I hooked my fingers,
pulled my palm hard into my pubes, and feel my clit swell.

   Why should I scream?  I can't make him, it's like fucking with a bomb.
But I can make her.  "YyhHhrRH!" My hands shook uncontrolably, and I
whimpered at the sharp spikes of pain in my ass.  I stopped thinking, went
away.

   "Huhuhuhuh!" The warm wet splashes snapped me out of it.  My hand
tightened to a fist on my leg, and I snarled.  I Could kill him, cut his
throat, and watch him struggle.  Blood gushing out between his fingers,
coughing up the pink spray.  "Knh!" I couldn't breathe!  Oh god, I was
comming again!  The first one hadn't even stopped, it just got more, and
more intense.  My anus hurt so bad I swear it would burst, and tears rolled
down my cheeks.

   He did this to me!  My lips curled, and I clenched my teeth so hard they
hurt.  I swear I'd chip one.  He flicked the lighter again, and then I
heard him breathe.  I'd show him, he's got to sleep some time.  Pull the
knife out from under the pillow, and pull it across his neck till I cut
into bone.  Then run away, before he can catch me.  How long does it take
to bleed out?  Could he kill me first?  The waves of pleasure died down,
and were replaced by fear.  What had I gotten myself into?

   Gabe (MF Shav)

   "Hold still," she pushed my legs open wider, "I don't want to cut you."
The clippers already dug in a little, and I don't like pain like she does.
The razor scraped on my stubble, but she started over my junk, shaving the
bottom of my belly, but she was careful not to cut me.  "This would be so
much easier if you could get it up." She pulled my pud out to scrape around
the bottom, and I tried not to jerk.  That's what made the clippers saw in
my nutsack, it was still a little slippy when she held it down to shave it.

   My face felt cold, even so close to summer in this hot trailer without
any AC.  I rubbed at it, and she pulled my sack over to get the side. 
Makes sense, we don't want no hair for the cops to find on my next victim.
Our fist together, I wonder how she's gonna rape.  Another woman, ritch
bitch, she promised.  Karen aint one, really.  She just dressed like that
to trap me, but she works at that gas station, lives in a back woods
trailer, and can't even afford some decent furniture.  She even said how
she wants to outfit the other bedroom, like a dungeon with chains, and
furniture, and toys, maybe when we score?

   I don't know what she is.  I never knowed a chick like her, but it's
nagging how she almost reminds me of someone.  Or a type, it's at the back
of my mind, but I just can't place it.  Not a hot chick, for sure.  She
ain't ugly, but I can't see her just sitting at a bar, waiting for men to
notice her, buy her a drink.  She got a body, tits are kind of flat.  Not
like a little girl, but like they went soft, used to be big, and round,
then went flat.  Enuff to fuck, that's alls I care about.  That wood be her
thing, if she was hot enough.  Just let her looks reel them in, that's got
to be why she turned out so fucked up.  Never could get a man the right
way, so she hates her self, can't even get them to punish her.

   Kind of dark, inside, but never dressed up in all black, died her hair,
or polished her nails.  I never heard her play no music, ain't even got a
TV, but we entertain ourselfs good enuff.  I like her hair, it's brown, but
keeps changing, some of them light, some darker, straight on top, and curly
on the bottom, but not like a mullet, really.  Kind of wrecked till she
started taking baths again.  More like a metal chick, but she don't dress
that way.  I seen all her close, in the bottom of the closet, or kicked
under the bed.  They so plain, almost like one of them church prudes, that
she sure ain't.  I thought I was twisted, but she tot me a thing or two.

   Smarter'n that, it's a diskize.  Like she says, you don't wanna be
noticed, or remembered.  You can't be invisible, so the next best thing is
for any witness to shrug, and look at something more intresting.  Forget
right away.  "Actialy," she says, or "Tecnicly."

   I suck in a breath, and she looks up.  No glasses, that'd be a dead give
away.  She smiles, looks back down, and keeps on shaving my legs.  She's a
Nerd!  I never thought I'd fall for one, even passed a couple up whenever I
was cruising in high school.  Should've, I guess.  Always got there nose in
a book, no idea about the world around them, so smart, but still go off
alone.  Like her, I never looked at them, thought there might be a body
under those baggy close.  What the shy mousy voice would sound like in a
scream.

   She's a lie.  She never tells the truth, cuz it ain't in her.  But I got
her number now.  "Well!" she looks up, "I see your feeling better." Her
hand rubs up, pets it on my smoothe pubes, like a little boy.  Kinda a turn
on, I ain't into that, but now I know what she is, it's like the notty
librarian, and the nerdy bookworm.  'I got it made,' I lean back, 'got it
made, got it made!' She sucks it like a slut, 'I'm hot for teacher!'

   It's so hot, I get off quick.  Don't even think about 'Aww, blow job
again?' till I'm standing over the fridge, pulling a couple cold ones out.
I shake my head, and laugh.  The cool air feels so good on my hairless
privates, and bald legs.  She slaps my ass, "What's keeping you?" I stand
up, and kiss her.  Then she pops open the brews for us...

   Janet (MF...)

   He woke me up, feeling my tits, and ass, his hard-on poking my leg. 
"Don't!" I rubbed my eye, "I'm still, tender."

   "Cum on!" I took him in hand, "I'm sick of jerking off, and blow jobs."
I was unfeeling, what ever I had been dreaming was gone, and with it my
heart.

   "You ever think about bondage?

   He twitched in my hand, "You want me to tye you up?"

   I squeezed him tight, "Roll over," and pushed his hip.  Sliding on top,
the sheet slipped down my back, and he reached for my chest.  I took his
hands, and moved them up to the head board, "Just hold onto it," I turned
his hands, and rubbed his fingers over the wood.  I wished I had a decent
day bed, with bars, or at least some rope.  "I don't have to tye you, but
this way you won't re-open my scar." Still a reliable button, he was
ironically shamed by how he hurt me.  "I'll do everything." His cock bent
against my crotch, then back to press the top into my belly.  I licked the
little patch of hairs on his chest, then turned to curl the ones around his
nipple.  It stiffened on my lips, so I sucked it in to make it bulge, and
nibbled on it.  Not a hard bite, I didn't want to ruin the mood with pain.

   That would just piss him off, make him rape me again, don't forget he's
not tied down.  I won't split me open again, but it was getting so hard not
to let go.  "I missed it too." I breathed on his wet nipple, and he
shivered.  "Relax." I puffed my tits around his cock, and bent my neck to
lick out his belly button.  Harry, I worked my mouth back up, held his
arms, and ate under one like a pussy.  I never thought of myself like that,
a Lesbian, or even bisexual, but it was just so dirty.  And hairy, at least
as much as his pubes, but thinner, finer, salty with sweat, and his smell
all in my nose.  I breathed deep, sighed, definitely not a girl smell.  He
jerked a little, his hand pulled off, so I put it back.

   "Your problem is you can't control yourself." To be honest with myself,
I identified with the Victim, thought I was a masochist.  That's why I
always liked to think about the girl on the bottom.  I kissed him, twirled
his beard with my fingers, and felt between us.  "I have to go slow," I
licked the top of his nose, "Careful, so I can heal, and soon this will be
over." I ached for it, felt myself wetting his prick, and kissed his eye.
Up far enough to run his head through me, I rubbed it on my clit.  Pushed
my hips up, and slapped it with him.  "Uh!" that was intense.  My lips were
moist now, I didn't dare dry fuck, but relaxed inside to slowly slide down
his body.  "Nheah!" I let him go.  He reached for me, so I took his arms,
and held them down.  Pushing up on his biceps, we compromized.

   He could feel my chest, and they came alive in his hands.  But he
couldn't grab me, force into me too hard.  I rocked my hips to swing him
inside, pinched his beard in my lips, and teeth.  It hurt a little, I could
feel the strain on my scar, and stopped that.  Instead, I rolled my tits on
his chest, felt the muscle flex in my hands as he followed me up, then
relaxed while I went back down.  "Nhn!" Just not too hard, my skin pushing
in around him strecthed me up just a little bit, I never noticed before,
but his hair crincled around my clit.  A little fast, but not harder, just
skating the edge between pleasure, and just a twinge of pain.

   I don't want to hurt any more.  Not feel it, I had enough pain.  I
really want to hurt, I guess I always did, but it was too dangerous for
him. I couldn't come, fuck him hard enough to get off without breaking
myself, but he grunted in my mouth, and I felt him twitching.  That was
quick!  "YeaahH!" I breathed in his face, and he sniffed before grunting
again.  He opened his eyes, looked at me, and I bit my lips.  "There, isn't
that good?" I moved up, but he fell out.

   "Yeah." He looked down, "That was hot!"

   "Good," I stepped down off the bed carefully, and went to the shower.  I
need one of those hose heads, all I could do was cup the water in my hands,
and push it in to rince out his spunk.  It plopped out, and washed down my
leg.  I shuddered.  He came in, and gave me a beer to open.  I took a pull
off it first, and dried off, while he washed himself, alone.  I went, and
packed a bowl.

   While he was in there, I called the store.  "Who's this?"

   "Lisa," I set the pipe down, and closed my eyes.

   "Oh, hey!" I knew her voice.  "Are you feeling any better?"

   "Yeah, that's what I'm calling about.  When he comes in, tell Herald to
put me on the next schedule."

   "Sure!" She didn't hang up, "Uh, I'm on for friday night, but I'd rather
go party, if you want to cover me."

   "Graveyard?" They were under-staffed before, but Harry was too scared of
lawsuits to fire me because I got attacked.

   "Swing," busy shift.  "Sure, I need the money any way." I snapped my
phone shut, and dropped it on the table.  Still half a bowl, I lay back,
and rubbed my belly.  Friday evening, weekend rush, party crowd outbound,
gas up for road trips, a lot of money.

   Gabe (MF...)

   "Don't do anything," she says, "Stay out of the park, don't go go to
work, or back home." Like I wanted to, the sooner that old bat dies, the
better for everbody.  I picked up the check, she said it was a good idea,
on account of it was something I would normaly do.  "Trust me, all this is
things that can get you caught." She kissed me, and opened up my pants. 
Then she blew me, and went to work.

   "Don't worry about finding a victim," she said, "I know the perfect
girl, real snobby bitch, you'll hate her." Then that nasty smile.  On that
dangerous face, nothing else on it, no sign of how evil she thinks.  This
Bitburger's really pretty good.  And her shit, I never met her dealer, on
account of she called him to reup whenever I was out.  There was a nice fat
sack in the coffee table when I got back with my check.  I saved half the
beers, and got nice and toasted before she got back.

   Jerked off to.  What the hell, she even got porn under that big fucking
thing in her dresser.  All the clothes kicked in the closet, or under the
bed dirty.  Where do you even get stuff like Brutally Teen, or Love It
Rough?  I just left Blood Lust, with some bitchs face, wide open, smeard up
to the cheeks in red.  All them hot bitches tied up, and beaten, or in
collers with leashes like dogs.  Some getting burned with candles, or with
the wax.  Some "Femdom" too, I guess.  Ooh, there's a lesbo scene in the
back.  "Fuch, YeAH!" I aint seen nothin as hot as that big titty bitch with
the pony tail on top of her head in this leather thing pushing up under her
tits and spikes all over it.  Wippin this chick, bent over a log up on
boards like a saw horse, red stripes back and forth on her back.

   Then she's up on her nees, face first in the blonde's muff, hair all
wadded up in her hands.  And then, "hHhHhUhH!" I can't keep my eyes open,
but I still see her spread out on the table, tied to the corners with the
blonde's foot up in her cunt.  Fucking her with the heel, mashing down her
pussy like its burned in my eyes.  I never wanna forget that, bet I can get
hard any time just thinking bout it.  Or that other one, with her tits
pulled up by a chain to the rings in her nipples.  Fuck, man, theres so
much I'm missing out of.

   I wipe my hand off on the couch, and grab a cigarette.  What the fuck,
knock out the ash in the cup, and pack a nother.  I aint never got off like
that, even in the park with either of them bitches.  That was nothin, me
and Janet, we can do so much better'n that.  Maybe I can get some of them
screw hooks, like mamma got to hang her dead ass plants from.  This here
table's just about right, I bet Janet can look real good in them heels. 
"Oh, yeah!" Too bad her hair's black, I guess it'll match all that leather,
get some spikes from that tat shop, maybe some ink.  We'll got plenty from
that take, and my last check ain't bad.

   I flip through them porno books some more, they got ads in the back. 
Not just phone numbers, what kind of jack off calls them things, any way?
Pay buy the minute to jerk your own junk talkin to some bitch on the
phones, at least hookers give you a hour.  I mean, you can see strippers,
and that's what?  Couple drinks?  "Fuck that!  Hey!" Fetish wear, now were
talkin!  WWW.get a funcking computer.jerkoff!  Or send in for it, call this
number, how much that cost?  All a fucking rip-off.  Skin City, "Visit our
shop!" all the way in Califuckinfornia!  Couple thow in traveling cash can
buy a lot of gas, thogh.  Ideas to get as far from here as we can, right?

   I look in the empty bedroom, still nothing but shitty water damaged
carpet.  Like I want to fix that up, but I wonder about the Bondage.  She
told me it's about "Trust."

   "What?" I argued, "You can trust me!"

   She scoffed, "You still can't control yourself.  Sure, you don't want to
hurt me now, but what about when you've got me tied dow, helpless?" She's
got a point, and there ain't no way I'll let her strap me down for real. 
Bad enough whenever I had o hold unto the headboard, wanted to touch her,
but she wouldn't let me.  God that pissed me off so bad, when I finally
cummed, it damn near blowed my head off.  She really know how to push my
buttons.

   Burp, grab a nother beer, save her at least three, or she'll be pissed.
"Fuck her!" Hook the cap on the table, and pound it off with my fist. 
Thinks she's so clever.  I know what I can do with a lighter, why don't we
got a bong?  I bet I can rig something up, all I need is a water bottle,
some lamp parts.  We need a decent head shop, closest one's down by the
beach.  I wonder what Janet looks like in a swim suit.  Does she got one?

   "GRULK!" Good one, I laugh, kick around the closet.  Drop the mags back
on the bed, how bout under it?  Panties, thogh.  "SNH!" Ew, maybe these
ones?  Nah, there nasty too.  She left her phone plugged in, so I check it.
Not late enough, I hate waiting.

   Janet (FM NS)

   "Hello?" He called from the parking lot, and dropped it on the seat. 
"Hey, Janey!" I turned around, and fucked with some stuff behind the
counter.  I 'Forgot' to make any safe drops all shift, so the till was
fuller than it had ever been.  "Hang on," I turned around, "Gasp!" and put
my hand over my mouth.  I dropped the phone, when he grabbed me, and held
the knife up in my face.  I acted scared as I popped the till, and threw
the whole drawer in the bag he held up for me.

   Slight outfit change, all black except the paisly swirls on the bandana,
plain lawn, and leaf bag, full leather gloves.  He was gone in under 30
seconds, around the corner to the blind side, and out of the lot before I
hit the 9-11 button.  I grabbed the phone, "Janey?  You still there?  I
just got Robbed!" I didn't do any thing as blatant as counting it right in
front of the camera, but I guestimate there had to be at least a grand in
there.

   Uh, cops again.  I clenched my ass until my eyes watered, and cried
hystericaly for them.  They asked if he hit me, but I explained that I'd
been "mugged" a few days ago.  The bruises were old enough to tell any way,
and almost gone.  I told my boss it was all too much, after what already
happened to me, and quit.  He said something about "The worst luck," and
printed out for the count as I was leaving.  The cops already took the
tapes.  Just like the hospital, all they had was the address from my
driver's licence, before I'd moved out to the trailer, it was months old.
We'd be gone in the next 8 hours, anyway.

   Just one thing left to do first, or it'd be 2.  I called her on the way
down the block, she picked me up, and took me home.

   Gabe (MF/F Rape Snuf)

   "Yyou m'mind coming in with m'me a little w'wile?" she studdered on the
porch, "Ii don't w'wanna be alone right n'now."

   "Sure!" her friend squeeked, "You got any of that great Blueberry Kush?"

   Janet giggled, "Better!  He dropped it off earlier."

   I stood behind the door.  Back to the middle of it, like she told me,
instead of crouching down, or against the wall where she could see me
through the crack.  As soon as they walked past, I shut it behind her, and
grabbed her arms.  Janet came around to lock it behind me, so I bear hugged
her, and picked her up, carrying her to the couch.

   "Clare!" she kicked and screamed, "Help, Clare, he's guH!" She squeeked
out a grunt when I jumped on the couch with her under me.

   "ShutUp!" I punched her, slaming my nuckles on her cheek bone so hard I
almost saw the stars pop out around her head.

   "uhhhhh." she fell limp, and brushed her hand weakly over her face.  I
had her shirt up over her head, and yanked the bra away from her tit.  She
started kicking again, so I grabbed her arms with my free one, and bit it
hard.  "YAIEEEE!" She screamed like a fucking wissle!  Fought so hard her
tit pulled out my mouth, and arms twisted free.

   "Hold her." Janet, no exitement in her voice, just like telling me to
grab a beer.  Her knife came around, and she cut between her tits so the
bra snapped, and they popped right out with a little blood.  Another wissle
screem, she fought out, so I grabbed her tits, and slammed her right down
on the floor.  "EEEEUH!" she gasped, tried to breethe, but just made this
week little sound they don't got a letter for.  I hit her again, and her
eyes dazed.  By the time she could moan, and turn her head, Janet had her
shirt cut open, and her tits were all slippy with blood in my hands.

   Nice big ones, I bit the other, and spat bitter blood, right in her
face. She tried to push me away, but she was so week, so I grabbed her
cunt, and gave her a good squeeze through her panties.  Her screem broke
down to choking sobs, and she was really crying now.  I jerked her panties
out, and they tore a little, but Janet, or Clare, or whatever cut the other
side, and her leg.  "No, nohoh!" her head thrashed "Ahhaha?" Her cute
little chin crinkled, with the blood I spat on her like freckles, and her
eyes scrunched up so she couldn't see.  "AIEE!!!" I found her cunt, and
fucked a couple fingers in.  She jerked, then stopped fighting on account
of it hurt, so I hooked in her, and pulled as hard as I could.

   All right damit, she was right.  Janet and or Clare, what's her face. 
My problem was I was always to much a cowerd whenever I raped thore other
girls.  Bla bla, mother this, nonconfronting that psychobabble bullshit,
but it's true I always attecked them from behind, bent them over, casue I
was a shamed.  Fuck that, I grabbed her face, and picked her up by the cunt
to throw her back on the couch.  "Lookit Me." I told her, "LOOKIT ME!!" I
held her mouth so tite it pushed her cheeks between her teeth, and she
forced herself to open her eyes.  "That's right BITCH!" She squeled from me
fuckin my fingers in deep, and squezed out some teers.  "I'm the man gonna
Rape you." I lowered my voice to almost a calm wisper, "I'm gonna break
you, hate fuck you till you split right open."

   "Yeah!" Janet was shaking her knife in both hands.  "Do it, fucking rape
her now!" Her calm was gone, she looked so excited.

   "you here that?" I wispered, "that's your friend, Clare.  And when I'm
done with you, she's really gonna fuck you up."

   "No!" she turnt away, "Nohohoh!?" Sobbing, I pulled out my fingers to
get my pants down.  Just sweats, pull the string, slide them under my nuts,
and ready to rock!  My fresh shaved junk felt awsum.  No hair to leave on
her, for the cops to find, I hate ta use a rubber, but you don't wanna
leave no spunk neither.

   '3 words,' she toled me, 'D.N.A.' Fuck that!  All the pleasure I miss
out on this time I can take outta the next one, and the next stead of
pulling a train of niggers in prison.

   "aUH!" She grunted, and stopped her sobs whenever I sunk in to the nuts.
I smacked her, felt her tens up, and pulled back to let her have it again.
"Ah AiH!  AeiI!!" All a sudden she coght on that she's gettin raped, and
the screems came with ever stab in her hot little body.

   Little fuckin slut wernt no vergin.  She shaved, I dont mean just her
legs but everthing from the eyes down.  Not a hair oner, smothe as a
fucking baby.  "Ooh yeah!" Her fat little ass in my hands, haulin her back
to ram inta her half off the couch.  "Scream for me," I punched her right
in the bloody tit.  "Yeah, URH!  You can screem lowder'nat!  SCREEM BITCH!"

   "AH!  Stop!  Please god stop." She just cried.  "AEI!" Janet hit her,
and blood splashed acrost my arm.

   "SCREAM BITCH!" I held her legs, and she started thrashing on my dick
whenever she started cutting her up something fierce.  I mean, not little
scratches like she done to herself so they don't leave scars, but she layed
open a tit deep so it gaped open like a blood cunt and I swear I fillt that
rubber lickety split.  I done fell out her, but I jest kept pumpin the
spunk and couldn't stop.  And she screemed, dear god she didnt even sound
human no more.  I mean you ever heared a rabbit screem like if you happened
to shoot WD-40 in with a lighter.  No, I just scared it, didn't even skorch
it's fir, I aint like some kind of monster.  But if you can imagine that,
it was even worse.  And when she started workin on her face, I just
couldn't stand it no more, I had to go out, smoke a cigarette.  It took for
fucking ever.

   Then we smoked a bowl, and took a shower.  She was all horny, like I
never seen her since that first night.  I had to tell her, I just got off,
it might be a little wile before I can get it up again.  Yeah, that's all
it was, and I knowed she didn't bring that knife in there with her.

   Claire?  (FM...)

   I never stabbed her, once.  Stayed away from her neck too, she passed
out eventually.  I knew she was gone when the bleeding stopped.  It didn't
feel like I thought it would.  All right, I never guessed, always wondered,
but thought it would at least feel like, I don't know, something?  I
sighed, "There," relieved, I guess, "That's done." Ever since the stiches
healed, I've been putting him off.  The occasional head job, then
incremental escalation to keep him happy, yet at a sexual peak for this. 
Now, I started regretting it.  I knew, or at least hoped he could make me
feel again.  Something better than this desperation.  It felt so weak,
after what we had just done, that was the last thing I wanted to feel.

   I fripped off, with his help.  At least he has stronger fingers than me,
and can reach a better angle.  That left me to work my clit, in the water
set to fall on us as warm as blood.  It ran out, but he recovered enough to
take me on the sink counter.  Just plain ole fuckin' hauling me in by the
tits until I exploded inside, and my mind went away.  For a few moments. 
All I could see, and hear was the memory, of her screams, and blood.  The
shredded mangled wreck of her face, and chest.  I almost passed out. 
"Petite' Mort." The French call it a Little Death.  That's all I get, is
moments...

   The place was a wreck.  Blood everwhere, the couch was soaked, it
spattered past the table, up the wall, hit the ceiling a few places like
fast strokes from an air brush.  "Well," I looked back from appreciating my
work, "If the cops ain't shown up yet, I guess they ain't coming." I shrug,
and pick up her leg.  "Here," I grab the other, "Help me get her to the
tub."

   Gabe (MF...)

   "Clare?" She turned, and crossed her arms.  "Should I call you that,
instead of Janet?"

   "If you like," she shrugged, and turned back to the creek.  "Why don't
you pick a name, whatever you like." Her hair turned to follow the floating
lump being pushed across the water by the stream.  "Now you know why I
never asked you your name." I blinked, shook my head, and laughed.  She
turned back, "Come on," calm as ever, "You've still got so much to learn."
It must be getting cold, I shivered a little.

   We had to siphon some gas to burn the trailer.  She told me how stupid
it would be to drive to the gas station I just robbed, and buy a gallon. 
She set up a cigarette with a book of matches on the table, then we got in
the car, and drove off.  She fell a sleep, snoring lightly in the back seat
before we got to the road...