Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Since I skipped the !ntro (They glitch the whole folder, like the original.
\Parent Directory VVL.  So, I can't delete it.) I'll just point out that
these are the fictional (Lies) accounts of recurring characters.  2 of
them, and their favorite victims.  But again, every time they tell them,
the fish gets bigger...

   ;

   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 cafeteria.

   ;

   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.  IK, she's not very creative with her aliases.}

   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!n" 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, frozen, 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 dissociated 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 secondary crime scene, the
perpetrator raped her, sadisticly.  Slapping, biting, and verbally abusing
her, he removed the tape to let her scream.

   My professional opinion is she was moved to a remote location to
eliminate witnesses.  The abusive manner, and steps taken to let her scream
suggest a Sexual Sadist.  He kept her blinded with tape so she couldn't see
him, which may indicate recognizability, rather than the insecurity of a
reassurance rapist.  Another indicator is delayed 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.

   ;

   Right Wing {FM DS}

   I locked my door, and sat on the steps to put my skates on.  Lighting a
smoke, I grabbed my bag, and pushed off.  Not much traffic yet, I could let
it ride sideways behind me for most of the trip.  That let me balance
enough to get a good power stroke in, with each leg, arms behind me to hold
the stick for stability.

   My legs warmed up, sweat prickling out as the sun started heating the
air, and pavement.  It barley even started getting hot.  Ironic, this far
south of any ice, even in winter, smack dab in the middle of summer.  Even
the workers sleeping in on the saturday morning, maybe dashing out for some
milk.

   I swing by the convenience store for a 2 liter, and gatorade.  Right
across the street from the park, it isn't too heavy, but I barely have
enough hands to hold onto everything, and get to the park.  I set back,
prop my skates up, have a smoke, and some caffeine.

   I don't even finish the cigarette before more show up, drop the nets,
and start skating up.  I help assemble one of the PVC frames, then dress
out.  Somebody coughs, so I flick it off.  "Those things'll killya!"

   "Yeah, well," I unzipped my hoody, "You need the handicap to keep up
with me," so?

   "Yeah, right!" he turns back, and goes to get his skates.  My socks are
dried out, so I grab another shot of soda, and pull them on.  Watch the
boys get started, practice skate, warm up.  Pulling to prevent any kink
blisters, I set the tongue, and carefully clamp the straps.  Top, and
bottom, I wriggle inside, and flex my heel.

   "two, three,.." keep counting, the other team has some new guy on Right
Wing, "We're a man down." PUCK!  Our goalie turns back, syncopated to it
rattling to a stop behind him.  Grant, easily the best guy out here, his
team just waiting for him to take a break so they get a chance to score
without his assist.

   Not my team, the other best player probably sleeping off whatever he was
doing last night.  Coke, booze, pot, whatever.  He could apply himself, and
be like Grant in a few years, smug bastard, but he parties too much, and
don't practice enough.

   And the puck drops, so I have to play.  He couldn't pass it back to me,
so he loses, and Grant skates back to cover his wingman sweeping around
with the puck.  I cut back to keep an eye on it, and screen the Goal for
Grant.  Blocking a 1 timer, most of the goals come off him, or he gets the
assist.

   KLAK!  it ramps off to the corner, so I twist my skate in, and push off
in an arc to follow.  Great, Grant cut inside my bank, and picks it up
behind me.  He slows, changing direction, so I drop, shoulder forward, and
knock his arm.  "Check!" he loses it, to the neutral zone, and our "center"
picks it up.

   Follow it back down, Grant crosses over, and I catch my breath.  One
scoring chance down, try and break his hat trick streak.  Probably focuses
so much on Hockey because he's so ugly.  Not smart enough to get to
college, much less through it, can't get a date, so might as well come over
to the park and humiliate us casual players.

   Not even all that really good at it, he's just a big fish in a small
pond.  Our scoring chance goes nowhere, so I head back to the bench.  Can't
even get two whole teams, ever week, with enough for a reasonable rotation.
Already, "too fukin hot," I stuff my unsnapped pants in the duffel, and
pull out the still cool Gatorade.

   My next shift is on Wing.  I'd much rather hang back for Defense, it
plays to my advantages.  They won't check me, so it's aways a stick battle
at reach.  En passant, it's like the goalie has a king's 3 spaces in front
of him, but I'm another king, closer to the center of the court.  Or
something, I never get the puck in foreward, so time to go skate around
some more.

   That puts me in front of what's his nuts, the new guy, "What?" looking
at me funny.  The puck drops, and we scramble.  Grant's looking tired, so
he's finally sitting one out.  Right, wing, no left, "Damn it!" Now he's
open, and turning around with the puck.  I switch skate to a stop, and bend
down, splaying my skates to roll backwards.

   "Most girls don't like hockey,"he grins, and tries to deek.  I carve
around, skating as good as him backwards, and keep my eye on the puck. 
Pushing down with my stick, I drag, almost to a stop, and poke-check for it
when he gets here.  Dropping one skate back, I stop his stick with mine,
and bring my shoulder pad up for him to roll into.

   "Not most girls," the puck rolls behind me, and my defenseMann snap
passes it to center.  The charge takes off into a 2-on-1, and I catch up
right before it goes in high, over their goalie's shoulder.

   I earned another break, so I went back for another shot of soda, and to
keep from dropping gloves right on the court.  Marked out for basketball,
the neutral zone is imaginary, though we got a faceoff ring.  The crease,
and goaly look tiny in the free throw lines, and there ain't no boards.

   Breath caught, Grant's back on, so I switch back on to running
interference.  Left defense, to counter Right Wing, the new guy's back too,
and wary.  So far, I had 2 out of the five hits this game by my count.  We
don't do it a lot, on concrete, no boards, but some contact is inevitable,
so we agree to try not to hurt each other.

   Fortunately, that's interpreted as "Don't body-check the girl", and I
don't have that problem.  Newguy catches the puck, right before I follow
through to swing into him, he redirects to Grant, who of course skates it
in, fresh as a spring daisy, for another goal.  Lets see, he usually takes
2 breaks in a game, so 1 more chance to break the hat-trick.

   I ain't tired, so we face off again, and I rotate out to defense. 
Picked to the other side, it passes to the wrong wingman, and I skate back
to cover the advance.  Back in my comfort zone, I anticipate a cross pass,
and veer into center quick enough to catch it at stick lenth, and skate up
to them.

   Explosive charge, as fast as I can keep the puck with me, get through
the center line, and...  "UgH!" skates go right out from under me, and we
both hit the concrete.  I managed to get an elbow pad down, and sit the
rest of the way up.  Grant passes it up to a screened slap shot for another
goal.

   "You ok?" we help each other up.

   "Yeah, you?"

   "Yeah," he turns to skate off, so I pat his hip pad.

   The look back was priceless.

   Good hit!  No way I'm sitting out, even though I'm burning up.  "All
right!" dive back in to the fray.

   Final score, 5-4, in "Overtime." We managed to tie it up, and everyone
was tired.  I was skating in zombie mode by then, so the next goal "wins."
Not that we kept score, officially.  Everone knew Grant always won.  Missed
1 practice, and we still managed to lose.  Sure enough!  One on 1, just
beat the goaly, and stuffed it through the 5 hole, right between his pads.

   I threw off my Jersey, gloves in it, and poured down the last of the Mtn
Dew.  "Uagh!" disgusted, I just turned, dropped my hip pads, and set on the
bench.

   "Good game!" Ignore it, pulling my skates through the baggy padded
shorts.  "Uh, Joey, is it?"

   "Jodi," I looked up, "Jodi Meyers."

   "You're real aggressive," he grinned, "Out there!"

   "Yeah?" in here too, "Thanks." Next came my shoulder pads.  "Kind of
gotto be ta get any Contact out there." I need to learn to keep my mouth
shut.

   "You like the hits?" he didn't Stare, but definitely looked, a few
times. Spandex, top, and bottom, soaked to me with sweat.

   "Or something," pull my jersey back on, "I never get the puck unless I
take it, and nobody will challenge me, so yeah.  If I want to play, I
pretty much have to do the checking." Finish stuffing the bag, I'm out of
drinks, but can get a refill on the Gatorade at the In&Out.

   "So why Hockey?" fuck it, I decided to chuck the skates in, and started
unlashing those.

   "Idankow?" god it felt good to just let air in there, so I peeled out,
and thought about going barefoot at least across the street.  "It's a great
workout, and I get hang out with you guys, I guess?" There's really no way
to put it, so I don't say.  "Ah!" the black top is hot, and it feels like
my heel flash dried.

   "You want a ride somewhere?" He just took his skates off, put on some
sandals, and threw the stick in the back seat.

   The roll back should help me cool down, and stretch out, but "yeah." It
was too condemned hot.  My socks were still soaked, and "You mind stopping
in for a drink?" I pointed across the lot, and street to the convenient
mart.

   "Sure," he even loaned me a pair of flip-flops.  "Kah!" more Mtn Dew, I
topped it off, and screwed the sippy cap back down.  The cashier just
looked relieved that I didn't have my skates on.  All right, I played
rabbit long enough, time to give chase.  He had my bag in his back seat,
anyway.

   "So!" I grinned, "Wanna take me home?" Waggle my eyebrows.

   "WhHYEah!" he laughed it out, "Okay?" self conscious.  Kind of cute,
really.  Not shy, aggressive, nor Too confident.  I got in, crossed my leg
over to pull my thigh tight.  THNK!  "Where to?"

   "Where's your place?" I can't do this at home.  I mean, I could, but it
wouldn't be too smart a precedent.

   "WhH?" his idiot grin interrupted anything after that.

   That's right, I let my eyes tell him, as soon as we get there.

   He wasted not time firing it up, and taking off.  A lot closer than me,
and driving, I figured I'd have to take the rest of the work out on him.  I
was burning up now, felt like steam curling up from my shoulders, drying my
hair.  He didn't talk, so I lit a smoke, and rolled the window down.  Older
economy sedan, didn't make the model, nor care to.

   "You smoke?" I laughed.

   "Yeah, and still skate faster'n you, backwards." Couldn't get there fast
enough, I guess I was getting cold, and hard inside.  Finally, the parking
lot of some 4 plex apartments.  Unshaded, I just let the heat draw up into
my legs.  Studio, swankey!  Half a kitchen backed up to a bathroom, and no
bare mattress on the floor for this winner!  A double recliner, love seats
with benefits, and bedding across it, "Nice." I'm not even sure how much of
that was sarcasm.

   "Uh,.." Take another pull to wash out my mouth.

   "Shutup," I pushed him back with my mouth, and steered him towards the
"Love seat." He brought his hands up, but they got lost in the jersey, so I
found his wrists.  He sat down, and I climbed on his legs.  "Kah!" deep
breath, already warming back up inside.

   "Uhmf?" I muffled him with my chest.  Flattened further by the tight
stretch of fabric, I guess it's supposed to be worn with a sports bra, or
something, but I could feel everything through it.  His nose pressing in to
the tight softness, nipple rubbing against his cheek.  He found it, but
failed to suck it in.

   Fucking pads, laced together in front, and a pain in the ass to undo by
touch.  He felt too hard, but of course, he was wearing a cup.  It tilted
sideways, so I knew where to reach, and roll around.  "Hmh!" not too bad,
nor big, "It's okay," I worked it under the elastic strap, "I like'm
small."

   "Why" I dropped the cup, and put my fingers over his mouth.

   "ShShSh," I pulled them back, "Hush." one by one.

   He swallowed, quietly, but I was already pressing him into the tight
spandex crotch.  "Ngh!" So hard, I ground it against him.  Drenched,
boiling inside, waves of heat washing up my back, "Kngh!" So soon, I must
have really worked myself up, because prickles burned up, and across my
chest like spreading wings.  "NhH!" my cheekbones burned, and I could see
flashes of flame lick in front of my eyelids.  "NhrhrHRH!" I spasmed, took
a deep breath.  Still twitching inside, I got up, kicked off his sandles,
and walked out.

   I'd left the window open, and he didn't lock it, so I pulled my bag from
the back seat, and set on it to pull on my skates.  "What th'," he came out
"FUck was That!?" Finally, a little to late.

   "Exactly." I grinned, and reached for my other sock.  "Thanks?"

   "No, you're fucking Psycho!" he caught his breath, "you fucking psycho
bitch!" Oh, he's eloquent when he gets mad.  I was cold, satisfied for now,
and fed up with this shit.

   "Fine," I stood up with my bag on the strap, had to steady myself, "See
you around!" Maybe next week, I just skated off.  Doy!  I forgot my drink,
and the bottle I could use over, and over.  Oh well, they're not that
expensive.  What's his name, if I caught it, I'd already forgotten.  Much
better that way, anyway.

   Yeah, next week, pick a fight with him.  Make him take a swing, and kick
his ass right in front of him.  Stop, lever the stick over my waist, and
kick out underneath.  whHWHGH!  landing on top with a downward back elbow,
fist cocked to punch him in the face.

   "Psycho bitch," I chuckled to myself, "You got no idea." It's a nice
day, there's a park I can cut through, so I roll over, and kick my skates
off.  Socks too, starting to get pretty rank, but almost there.  "Is that a
blist" no, just a callous.

   Finally able to relax, a breeze picks up to whisper through the tree
tops.  "Hah!" rub my feet, and get some grass between my toes.  "Uh!" damn
it was heavy with the skates strapped on.  Nice guy, what I like about him.
"Sooo," normal.

   Not at all like I imagined, but I guess I should start with some kind of
baseline.  I don't understand them well enough to predict them, so this
will be a sort of Control.  I never said "rape," look around.

   He didn't hear it, think it, so he could stay in denial.  Borderline,
really, surely he could tell himself it was consensual, just a little
scary, unsatisfying.  Yes, I can't expect that one to just run out, and get
rid of his blue balls on the next hapless female he sees, but it could work
in him.

   Men have a predatory nature.  Even if it's suppressed, it doesn't just
go away, I just need to unlock it.  So, maybe not in the next 48 hours, I
can give it a week to see.  He won't admit it, even lie to himself for
years, at least.  Plenty of time...

   {Not going to say which is which, tried to do it with context clues, and
consistancies between their MOs.  Regardless, one is Anger (Retaliator) and
the other Power (Assertive.) Pathological profiles with 1 change: They're
both Female.}