T H E G U N S E R I E S
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/ xxx /____// GUNS DON'T HURT PEOPLE
/ xxxxx // PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE.
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|____ _// OR SO THE NRA WOULD HAVE YOU
BELIEVE.
In 1996 35,000 human beings were killed in the US
with guns. That's almost 2.4 people every hour
of every day of the year. Did you know that in
Great Britain there were less than 100 people
killed by hand guns during the same period.
Archive name: (Guns11.txt (mf, Asian, rp)
Authors name: Richard Rivers (r_rivers@cryogen.com)
Story Title : Road Rage
10/10/97
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This story has sex and violence, much like evening TV
scedueling. But in this case we warn you that if you
are not a consenting adult =READ NO FURTHER=
--------------- Kristen's collection -----------------
I was having another lousy day. When the red Miata cut
me off it was the last straw. I caught a glimpse
of the young Asian woman driver, her hair fluttering
wildly in the wind as she veered across three lanes,
cut right in front of me and swerved around several
other cars. "Fuck you! You fucking cunt!" I yelled
after her. "Fuck...You!..." I shook my fist,
punctuating each word. "You yuppie scum...rich uptown
fuckers...I hate all you bastards... fucking
assholes..." It was a familiar litany. Aggressive
fuckers like that had been stepping on me my whole life.
All I could ever do was shake my fucking fists or yell
at them like an impotent moron. Today something in me
snapped. I wasn't going to take that shit from
anyone any more!
My old Toyota shuddered. Grinding my heel into the
floor I tried to wring every ounce of acceleration I
could out of that piece of junk. I was going to catch
that bitch! The Miata was about six or seven cars
ahead, in the left lane now. I maneuvered crazily
through traffic trying to get closer. She was boxed
in! I hungrily closed the distance between us and
pulled into the next lane. I couldn't get along side
of her because the fucking guy in front of me wouldn't
speed up! "Fuck!" I yelled slamming my fists on the
wheel. We were both trapped by slower drivers. I
leaned my head out the window. "Hey! Fuck you! You
Chinese slut!" I yelled. The wind carried my voice
away. My blood was boiling.
About two miles ahead there was a traffic light on the
Parkway. With the lousy day I was having I just
knew I was probably going to miss that light anyway.
Now I hoped that I would. If we at least slowed
down I could give her a piece of my mind, maybe even
dump the remains of my coffee onto (no, better,
into!) her car...The wildness of my schemes for
vengeance escalated as my anger grew almost
uncontrollable. "Please let that fucking light be
red..."
Up ahead the light came into view. Green! I was in mid
yell: "Fuu..." when, Yellow!...then... Red! "Yesss!"
I hissed. As we ground to a halt I was seeing red
everywhere: the light, her car, the blood boiling behind
my eyeballs. Forged by the heat of my rage an idea
took shape in my brain. I knew that light well; how
long it lasted, exactly how long it would take traffic
to get moving again. Gripping the steering wheel with
sweaty, shaking hands I waited for my moment like a
wounded bull before his final charge.
As the light changed I burst out of my car, covering the
few steps to her passenger door in a second or two. She
was just starting to roll forward as I vaulted over the
door and into the passenger seat. "Drive! you bitch!"
I commanded interrupting her startled exclamation. "Do
it!" I said a little more softly pulling out my gun.
The adrenaline rush was completely in command of me. I
felt I was capable of anything. "I'll use it!" I
warned. She started to slowly roll forward. "Step on
it!" I yelled.
I made her pass the few cars that were in front of us
and we were soon driving in an empty pocket in
traffic. "What do you want?" she asked looking at me
with hurried sideways glances. "If it's the car, or
money just take it and let me out!" The initial surge
of adrenaline had washed over me leaving in its
wake a cool detached nervous tension that vibrated
through my body. I caught a glimpse of myself in the
side mirror. My own icy thousand-yard stare brought a
smirk to my lips. "I'm James fucking Bond!" I thought.
Then, out loud: "You cut me off back there my dear.
Very rude. Very insolent, really." My own voice
sounded strange to me as if someone or something else
was speaking through me. "This is about me cutting in
front of you?" she said with a snort of disgust.
"You'll risk going to jail for the rest of your life
because I passed you?" I remained silent. "Well, if it
helps you get over your little problem, I apologize,
OK? I'm sorry, all right? I'm very sorry I cut in
front of you back there. Now let me go. You can keep
the car, money, whatever it is...you...want..." As her
voice trailed off I knew it was just occurring to her
what I had in mind. "Apology not accepted," I said.
I looked her up and down. "Rich little Asian slut," I
said to myself. She had on black nylons and a short
denim skirt. The tight fitting black turtle neck she
had on outlined small pointy breasts. Her lips were
the thick and pouty type, the type that say softly,
seductively, "kiss me!" She was the hot 'fuck-me' doll
out of one of my depraved fantasies.
I ordered her to get off the Parkway and head into
Lakeside Park. I knew of some secluded areas back in
there where people seldom went. "What are you planning
to do with me?" she asked. The tone of her voice was
colored with uncertainty now. Her faltering voice and
fearful tone made me swell with self satisfaction.
"You'll find out." I said with ice in my voice. I had
her pull through a dirt parking lot behind a thicket of
shrubs. "Get out! If you try to run I'll catch you and
I'll make your life even more miserable than it's about
to become anyway" I said in the fiercest voice I could
muster, waving my gun in her face.
We both got out and I pulled her to the front of the
car. "Take off those sunglasses." I ordered. She
squinted as her eyes got use to the sun. "Sit on the
hood of the car!" "Ow! That's hot!" she cried out
leaping back to her feet. "I told you to sit!" I
barked. She gingerly started to lower herself again.
"No, wait!" I stopped her. The realization that I had
total control over her affected me like a shot of pure
lust. She would do whatever I wanted. I could make her
do it with my voice alone. "Take off those nylons,
your panties too," I said, steely calm in my voice. She
just stood there. "Do it!" I barked. She jumped as
if I had slapped her. Kicking off her shoes she bent
and pulled the nylons and a pair of white panties
down from under her skirt. "Give those to me!" I said
stuffing them into my pocket. "Now! Sit on the car!
Lift up the back of your dress and sit on the hood of
the car!" "No!" she wailed, "I'll get burned."
"Do it! I want to see your bare ass on the hood of that
car!" My tone was enough to compel her to obey. My
gun convinced her that she had no choice.
She gingerly lifted the back of her skirt and lowered
herself onto the hood of the car. "Ow! No! I can't do
it! It's too hot!" she said, squirming.
Watching her squirm from side to side trying to keep her
ass off of the hood only increased my lust. It
was more than a sexual lust though. All my life I'd
been kicked around, fucked over by people, my old
man, my wife, my boss, everybody. I was always the one
squirming, but now I was finally going to get
even. This was my moment. Nobody was going to fuck
with me now! "Sit still!" I ordered, " and take
off your shirt." "No...please.." she started to
protest. "Shut up and do it! Not another word out of
you!" I yelled. She pulled the turtleneck sweater over
her head and brought her forearms up to cover her
breasts. "Don't hide your tits. Show them to me." She
slowly brought her arms to her sides revealing a small
perky pair of breasts. "Now undo that dress. I want to
see your pussy you slut!" "No.." she moaned
closing her eyes as she obeyed.
I admired her hot young body as I ordered her to get
farther onto the hood and lay back over the windshield.
I felt drunk. The ground under my feet was sloshing
from side to side. My head was light with a gleeful
sense of bravado, like the ringmaster at some perverted
circus for the damned. I made her spread her legs
bringing her pussy into view. Her pubic hair was sparse
and I could clearly see her dark lips folded
protectively together. "I want you to touch yourself,"
I said. "Play with your pussy for me." She cautiously
let one hand come to rest on her pubic hair. "Come on,
touch it, stroke it. I want to see you pet your pussy,"
I cajoled. Gingerly two fingers traced up and down
over her pussy lips. "That's more like it." I said,
pleased. "Now spread those lips for me. I want to see
inside." A small pink spot appeared as she spread
herself. "More...more...just a little more..." I
coaxed. Her lips were splayed wide. "Good! Now I want
to see one of those fingers disappear. Stick it in!"
Her middle fingertip bent inwards and barely entered her
pussy. "More!" I ordered. "All the way in. Fuck
yourself you slut!" Her finger went in all the way to
the knuckle. "You heard me" I said. "In and out. Fuck
yourself!" She slowly started finger fucking herself.
As she continued I slipped out of my pants. I climbed
up on the hood and got my knees between her spread legs.
Her eyes had opened briefly as I approached but now she
closed them and turned her head away. "It's my turn." I
said as I grabbed her arms and pinned them up against
the windshield. "No!..please...don't fuck me," she
begged. I lay on top of her and poked her with my
stiff cock until I found her opening. Poised there with
just the tip of my cock pressing into her I said, "You
like cock, don't you? I can tell just by looking at you
that you want it. The way you dress, the way you act.
You're probably a real tease too I bet. You get the
guys really begging for it before you let them fuck
your brains out." My voice was quiet but I was barely
under control. The tide of rage was rising in me again.
"It's about time...Somebody should have done this to you
a long time ago. You need to be taught a fucking
lesson! Like...This!" I forced my cock roughly into
her. Her body tensed and she let out a squeaky little
cry. I began to slowly fuck her with full hard
strokes. As I fucked her she stayed tense and immobile
under me. Her pussy gripped me tightly so that it was
taking some effort to pull out on the upstrokes. It
was as if she didn't want to let me go, as if clinging
to my cock, holding it inside her would prevent it
from painfully stabbing back into her again . I closed
my eyes and lost myself in the sensations of being
on top of and inside that tight young body. Behind my
balls I could feel the beginnings of that familiar
tingling sensation, the prelude to coming. I couldn't
control my motions any more. My cock had a mind
of its own, driving in and out of her, faster and
faster, slamming into her harder and harder. I was
fucking like an animal. I started to grind my balls
around on her ass, swiveling my hips as the urge to
come became overpowering. Pulling out of her I got
myself straddled over her, sitting on her chest. "I'm
going to blast you with my come!" I moaned and started
jerking off in her face. She turned her head from
side to side wildly, saying
"No!...no!...please...don't...don't..." I stilled her
head with my free hand. The thought of how nice it would
be to coat her face with my sticky hot come coupled
with the fact that she was absolutely powerless to stop
me sent me over the edge. Gripping myself tightly I
sent a shot splattering across her forehead and onto
the windshield. The next one caught her right on the
bridge of the nose. She averted her face and I pumped
the next shots against her cheek. Leaning back,
exhausted, I let the rest of my come drool out onto her
neck and breasts.
As I was coming, at the edge of my awareness, I heard
the faint honk of a car horn. Then another, and
another, timed exactly with my spurts. As the last of
my come was oozing out of me the honk turned into a
continuos blast. It was getting louder!
"What the fuck are you doing?" a voice said. It was
my wife. Opening my eyes I turned to look at her in
the passenger seat. "The fucking light has been green
for about half a minute! Will you go already?" she
yelled. "People are waiting, you jerk!" My head bowed
as I reached for the gear shift, engaged the clutch and
continued on my dreary way.
Fin