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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc) 04/10
Disclaimer :
Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual
Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations
Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are
STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the
activities described here wouldn't be suicidal.
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Chapter 4 The Dark uhhhh..... Kumquat?
A few days after Alan had left, I started working on my
revenge for he and Yvette. Yvette had been spirited
away by her parents right after Alan left. They had
her under twenty-four hour care, and had hired a
psychiatrist to live with them and work with her. They
no longer feared suicide, but Yvette had entered a
state where she seemed to no longer care about
anything. I sent her flowers occasionally and notes
saying she was missed. While trying to find Yvette's
home address I had run into one of her sisters.
Jacqueline, and Monique Forman were not cut from the
same bolt of cloth as their older sister. Twin
sisters, they were the night to Yvette's day. Both
girls were Freshman at the college. Where Yvette had
been the perfect student, athlete, daughter and friend;
Jacqueline and Monique were something else. They were
two lit sticks of dynamite compared to their sweet
popular sister. They always seemed to be in trouble.
The University had eventually kicked them out of the
dorms after too many wild parties and rule violations.
Their father had set them up with a studio apartment
just off campus, with many promises that they would
behave in the future.
I had met Monique briefly while visiting Yvette's
Sorority one day. Monique had managed to give me
Yvette's address before launching into a tirade
promising that "if she ever got her hands on the shits
that had hurt her sister, she would rip their dicks off
and shove it so far up their asses they would piss out
their ears. Men are fucking animals". Then she
stormed off.
Carolyn, the sorority sister, I had been talking to,
took in my astonished look and smiled.
"Yeah....uh, they're both like that" she said "hot
tempered, totally wild, foul mouthed and I can't say
much for their fashion sense either.".
I wasn't complaining. Monique had looked pretty
spectacular to me. Fiery short red hair capped a
petite body with fine features and pale white
complexion. Her flashing green eyes and roguish smile
had been quite captivating.
I could see where Carolyn might feel a little
threatened by Monique's choice in clothing. Not
everyone could pull off a black lace body stocking high
heeled sandals and a dark green leather mini skirt.
Her black lace bra had been totally on display through
the thin material and I had caught myself admiring her
rather impressive breasts. A quick glance had also
revealed that she was into piercing a bit. Each ear
was pierced at least eight times. I had also caught
the flash of a ring through her belly button. I wasn't
sure but there may have been a post through her tongue.
Carolyn was being protective and had seen the interest
in my eyes. "Watch out for those two, Joshua". she
warned. "I don't think your in their league. There
are a lot of stories circulating about them. People
say they party hard and sleep around a lot. Their are
rumors that they may be into some wild stuff; drugs,
orgies, maybe some really kinky sex too. They've
already used up and angered a lot of the Frat boys.
They tend to treat boys like Kleenex, if you get my
drift".
"Thanks for the warning Carolyn, you know me though,
Mr. Shy. I would never say "BOO" to a girl like her."
I had said.
I had Carolyn give me their off campus address, just in
case I wanted them to deliver something to Yvette for
me. I didn't tell Carolyn, but I thought I might just
arrange a meeting with the Twins, but not as Josh
Kalen. I wanted them to meet, my superhero persona.
Two days later the attacks started again. A male
sophomore was beaten nearly to death, and left to drag
himself home without his clothes. The night after that
a female grad student was raped and beaten.
I had started working on a costume to wear. I planned
to start patrolling the campus and catch the bastards
in the act. I planned to wear all black clothes.
Change my hair color and wear a black cap and black
leather goggles to disguise myself. Black combat
boots, black jeans, a black turtle neck, and a black
longshoreman's cap were quickly purchased and hidden in
my dorm room.
I tried to think about what I would do if I found the
attackers. I even went out twice and patrolled the
campus from 10:00PM till 4:00AM. Both times I just
came home tired and the second night there had actually
been an attack, but I had not been in that area at that
time. It was about this time that I decided it might
be worthwhile to include the Forman sisters in my
plans. I could use some help.
I also felt that in true heroic fashion I shouldn't be
doing this for myself, but to help others. I was
trying to convince myself that the daydreams I had of
killing the assholes who had attacked Alan and Yvette
were not some type of petty revenge. These animals
needed to be put down for everyone's good.
I had nearly convinced myself that taking the law into
my own hands was something I could live with. What I
really needed to do was talk to someone else who had a
stake in this and find out what they thought fair
punishment would be. I had no faith in the ability of
the police to punish the attackers even assuming they
could capture them. Recent news stories described a
rapist convicted on 17 of 28 counts of rape, sentenced
to 25 years in jail and out in less than 10 for good
behavior. That didn't seem like Justice to me.
It may seem silly but I had thought about giving myself
some grandiose hero name.
DARK JUSTICE
DARK AVENGER
DARK REVENGER Well at least the "DARK" part seemed
good.
Everything I thought of just seemed too corny for words
though. It had always seemed so natural reading it in
the comics. "Just call me Smith, John Smith" I thought
with a wry smile. I laughed at myself "Now there's a
secret identity".
That night I dressed in my hero duds and went to see
the Forman sisters. Their apartment turned out to be
the second floor and loft of a warehouse, on a dark,
dead end street. I wanted to enter without being seen.
Their door and the fire escape that led up to it seemed
a little to exposed to me so I did a quick recon. I
telekinetically crushed a padlock and got onto the roof
of the building beside theirs from a concealed
staircase. Their bedrooms in the loft actually had a
glass door exit onto a small patio on the roof. I
formed myself a telekinetic bridge and walked across
the twenty feet between buildings. Anyone looking up
would have seen me walking on air.
I walked up to the patio door. The lights were on so I
assumed someone was home.
Someone sure was and I got an eyeful from where I was
standing.
The girls were both home. They were laying on their
futon beds. On the floor between the beds was a large
water cooled hash pipe and the girls were passing the
mouth piece back and forth, taking deep lung fulls of
the pungent smoke. The lights in the room were dim but
I didn't have much trouble making out the details.
Both girls were masturbating.
Monique was wearing a black silk kimono and a lacy
black bra but no panties. Her twin was wearing a jade
green kimono and green satin panties but no bra.
Jacqueline was a mirror for her twin except for her
hair. Jacqueline's hair was long and wavy and Monique
had cut hers into a short just off the shoulder style.
Both girls were obviously heavily stoned from the hash
they were smoking. Their eyes were heavy and drugged
looking. Monique was running an electric blue vibrator
into her pussy and grinding her hips in an obscene
parody of sex. Jacqueline between puffs was tweaking
her bare nipples and running a hand down her body and
into her panties where it was obvious she was frigging
her clit and finger fucking her cunt. They were both
enjoying themselves.
I almost left.
I almost came in my pants.
I almost decided I didn't want to have anything to do
with these two sexy perverts.
I almost went home to get my camera.
I almost decided to ask if I could be their sexual
slave forever.
I almost did everything but leave.
"It's now or never buddy, despite what you read in
Penthouse, this doesn't happen every day, and it
especially doesn't happen to you" I thought. "You can
deal with this". "Don't blow it! Be a man!".
"Oh yeah!" I thought with a sarcastic sneer, "I can
deal with it."
"How the fuck do I deal with two horny, red headed,
drug taking, bitches with such gorgeous bodies.".
"I'm a god-damned virgin not Don Juan".
"Just looking at these two would put a boy through
puberty."
"DEAL WITH IT ASSHOLE, GET IN THERE!!!" I mentally
screamed at myself.
Reaching out telekinetically I unlocked the door from
the inside. I wrapped myself in a telekinetic blanket,
effectively making myself invisible. I decided not to
stay invisible, my sudden appearance would be shocking
enough without my playing David Copperfield. I just
wanted to get close to the girls before all hell broke
loose. Opening the door slowly and quietly I stepped
into the room. I went to stand at the foot of the
girls separate beds and had to control my breathing to
prevent myself from panting as I watched them stroke
themselves to orgasm.
"Uhhh unnnnhhh ummmm uh uh umm
unhhhhgggghhhnnngg...........Ummmm ooooo!!! that felt
nice", Jacqueline said finishing off a gentle orgasm
and slowly getting up from her futon. She worked her
fingers inside her panties and slid them down. She
then dropped her kimono on the floor and stood watching
her sister still slowly pumping the blue vibrator in
and out of her pink hole. Monique took a break and
removed her bra. Her hard nipples standing out like
dark red gum drops. She was soon sliding her vibrator
in and out again, as her head tossed slowly back and
forth on her pillow.
Jacqueline giggled and seemed to be trying to decide
what she would do next. She licked her own juices off
her fingers. She took another hit. Finally deciding
she threw one knee over her sisters head and laid down
on top of her body. She took the vibrator out of her
sister's hand and took over the slow pumping motion.
At the same time she lowered her pussy onto her
sister's mouth. Monique's up stretched and eager
tongue met her half way and began stroking her slick
cunt lips.
Jacqueline was just getting into it when she looked up.
A man dressed entirely in black suddenly appeared just
four feet away from her at the foot of the bed.
She stared.
He stared.
She froze.
The man froze looking back at her.
She could tell from the movement of his eyes that he
wasn't missing much. She started to scream, but just
then Monique stuffed two fingers into her cunt and one
up her ass and she groaned with pleasure instead.
Inside her mind she was really freaking though.
She looked the man up and down. "Dear Officer Bob" she
said to an imaginary policeman, "he was a: White guy,
with a black cap, dark hair, medium height, weird
goggles hiding his eyes, black turtleneck, good
physique, tight chest, strong arms, black jeans, big
lump in black jeans, black combat boots. did I mention
he had a really good looking lump???? ".
She tried to be calm about it. This wasn't that hard
seeing how stoned she was. She stopped pushing the
vibrator into her sister. The guy was getting enough
of a show. She got off her sisters fingers and sat
back onto the bed crossing her arms over her chest.
Monique had her eyes closed and was giving the hash
pipe a workout.
"Niq... baby...?, either I'm hallucinating or there is
a guy in our room." Jacqueline told her sister.
"You're always fantasizing about guys in our room, hon.
Big guys with big cocks. With the number of guys that
have been up here lately, I wouldn't be surprised if
you forgot to throw one out. Now come back here, I
wasn't done with you." Monique thought Jacqueline was
joking.
Lifting Monique's head from the bed Jacqueline pointed
her face in the direction of their dark visitor. "Look
Niq, open your fucking eyes and look"
"Shit" Monique said upon looking where her sister had
pointed her. Like her sister she was a little too
stoned to get hysterical but she could get really
pissed off.
The guy was just standing there. Damn it, he was just
standing there running his eyes all over her and her
sister. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was?
Monique considered that this might be one of the men
that had raped her older sister. An ugly expression of
hate settled on her features. "Listen Buttwipe, you
can just take your bastard ass out of here the same way
you came in. If you're one of the sick fucks that have
been raping and beating people around here; you better
know I got a .357 magnum hollow point that's going to
look really good blowing your dickless brain out the
back of your goddamn head." Monique had worked up to a
pretty good yell by the time she finished. Jacqueline
was looking angry too and nodding her head in agreement
with her sister. She reached for the bed side table
drawer to get the gun her sister was talking about.
Joshua was in deep shit just like he'd imagined he
would be. He calmed himself and decided to throw
himself on the mercy of the beautiful court.
"I'm not a rapist" he said in a very quite, very normal
voice.
It was so quiet and so calm that it shocked both the
girls. This wasn't some crude, cruel, woman beating,
rapist. They both felt that immediately. This was
just a guy. A guy in a weird get up. A guy in their
bedroom watching them play with each other, but all in
all, just a guy. There was something weirdly strong
about him though. Like there was a powerful train
pushing against him and he was somehow holding it back.
Jacqueline pulled on the drawer handle where the gun
was but it jammed and wouldn't come open. She reached
down and snagged her kimono from the floor and put it
on tying it loosely. Monique found hers and did the
same. Each of the twins was feeling that something a
little unreal was going on. Fuck that, something
really weird was happening.
"OK" Jacqueline said, "so lets assume we believe you're
not a rapist. What the hell are you doing in our room?
Mr. Voyeur!"
I needed to start explaining and explaining fast.
To be continued ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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