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The Grim

Sick, twisted and depraved, seems to sum me up

Anybody Want To Be Neighbours?
Posted:Apr 6, 2010 4:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2014 1:58 am
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Its cold. The snow is just starting to fall. I chuckle to myself its the first snow of the year. I'm hold up in the bushes across the street from my neighbor. I've been watching for weeks, planning for weeks, and setting up for weeks.

She gets into her car to leave for the strip club. Every night she loads her into the car. She drives them to her mothers then its off to work. I get worked up every time I see that petite frame with those huge tits. Shes 5'5" maybe 110 lbs if shes lucky. Just celebrated her nineteenth birthday. Long Black hair she never wears it up always hangs to her waist. I've been setting up for a while.

Her single wide trailer has an alarm but I've got a way around it. Tonight I've got one purpose. After she leaves I dart across the street. Our houses surrounded by farm fields Corn and tobacco every where. Good concealment. I remove the underpinning panel and sneak under her house. I quickly go to work smearing peanutbutter and birdseed on her exposed phone line. The rats and stray dogs will make short work of the lines. then its over to the plumbing. Marking where I've mapped out from previous visits to her place I cut the insulation and flooring under her bathroom sink then attach blocks and screws to the piece I removed. Knocking out the bottom of the cabinet is easy enough its not like there is anything substantial.

Good she's still leaving the cabinet empty. adding some hidden hinges I finish my bit of construction. Entering the house I look around. She has a motion detector but I disabled that three weeks ago. Then its to the cell phone chargers. After removing them I place a cell phone jammer behind the Circuit breaker panel and wire it into the house. Back out the way I came and I over to my house to wait.

Three in the morning comes and she comes back home. Usually around this time she takes a long hot bath. I sneak over to her car and Pop the hood. Quickly taking my wire cutters I cut half of the wires from the fuse box to the important parts of the car. then under the house. Shes still in the shower and I lie under the Bathroom in wait. The bag thats been sitting under her house for three days is poised and ready. Electrical tape, knife, Stun gun, zip ties, lots of rope and a ball gag.

It's really cold and the snow is coming down hard. She gets out of the shower and heads to bed. I can hear her cry. She always cries after work. All of those men Pawing at her grabbing her rubbing on her. All so she can feed her and get her nursing degree. When the crying stops I know Shes fallen asleep curled in a ball usually on top of her covers. I've been there before standing over her. She had some lock issues but I fixed them. So in I go. Up through the bathroom cupboard. Dragging the bag too. I put on the black gloves and The Red metal mask. My trench coat and the custom clothes under it show no skin. I'm a black ghost. She whimpers in her red silky nightgown quietly sobbing as I grab the electrical tape. She rolls onto her tight tummy and I slowly grab one wrist. the the next. She stirs for a moment and then falls silent. Now its the rope one ankle to the corner and she wakes.

She can't use her arms they're behind her she thrashes but the rope pulls against her leg. Her one free leg Kicks at me as I try to secure it.

"Who the fuck are you!!!!! What the Hell Are you doing??!!!!!" She yells as I ball up the undies I picked up from the bathroom floor and cram them in her mouth."

I laugh insanely, Ive been practicing that laugh just to scare the hell out of her. "Oh I wouldn't yell like that Baby. You might Wake your kiddies and I'd personally like to let them sleep." I growl as I try to hide my voice.

"MMMMPH MMMHH MMHHHPPPHPH" She attempts to yell into her panties.

Quickly I grab her other leg and lash it to the second bottom corner. Legs spread eagle I Look at my prize. Her hair all over her upper body she thrashes against her bonds. I pull the knife out of the bag and trace her body with the tip. A little nick here and poke there causes her to scream into her now soaked panties.

"Hmmmm You know honey you'd look a hell of a lot better with out this set of fresh undies on." Sliding the knife between her skin and the fabric I yank and they drop to the bed.

Shes crying again. I bend over her caressing her body with my gloved hand. "Why so sad I just want a little private dance from my favorite Slutty dancer."

Her eyes flash as dozens of faces flash in her mind. But not mine I've never been to her club.

Rubbing her naked holes I laugh. She panics as the tip of the knife traces each hole lightly. "MMMM MMMM MMMM you want me to fuck you don't you. Your such a dirty little slut. You probably want me to get you pregnant so you don't have to dance for my money" Her head thrashes no and her eyes slam shut as She forces herself to think of who this vile bastard above her is.

"Don't worry your gonna earn that money I give you every week" I'm gonna use every inch of you." I laugh " Your gonna be so sore after this"

Shes crying and thrashing I Bring the Knife to her throat, "Hold the fuck still, You move or scream I kill you then go down the hall."

She nods yes.

"Good little I'm gonna take the panties out of your mouth, not a single word"

Removing the panties she opens and closes her jaw then its back to the bag. I pull out a length of torn dirty fabric from a rag and bind it tightly around her eyes. She can't see anything at this point only respond to how I physically direct her. Gathering up all of her clothes I carry them out her back door and to a burn pile. and I set them ablaze. then back into the house. The snow covers the ground very good all according to my plan.

Walking back to her room I start to unzip myself. She's crying her whole body shakes as she waits for the moment of penetration. Wrapping her hair around her neck I pull her to a bent over kneeling position. and the tip of my cock touches her lips. She turns her head. Pushing her head down and Pulling up on her hair squeezes her neck cutting off air and blood. Just before she passes out I release. She regains her air and I place the tip against her lips again. She turns her head again. This time the stun gun I brought finds her dry vaginal lips. After stuffing her mouth with her Panties once again I push the button. Her whole body shakes with pain and electricity.

"One..... Two.... Three..." I release and she collapses.

After a few moments she regains her strength and once again I repeat. She allows me to slide inside. Slowly at forst then I quicken the pace almost cumming then stopping and then starting again. She whimpers and cries and I control her head with her own long black hair. She starts to choke as I stiffen and become longer. Finnally I cannot hold it back any longer and firmly grabbing the back of her head with both hands I pound her face with my crotch. She gags and coughs. But I fuck harder slamming deep and holding as my balls unload what feels like a gallon of come down her throat. After my orgasm stops I pull out and she falls foward onto the bed. I use her face to wipe the dripings from my still hard cock. Its amazing what the right meds will do. Moving arround behind her I hoist her gagging and choking body back to its knees.

The still slipery tip rest firmly against her forbidden hole. She shakes he head know and cries. "Please god no." Sobbing she tells me "I have lots of cash here take it and go..... no more pleaaseee!!!!!!" I slam My still throbbing manhood deep into her ass. Working her over slow my cock is still sensitive from the last orgasm I reach under her and grab her by her chest. Pulling her up right. Fucking her deep ass and burying my cold metal mask unto her hair. Finnaly I can't hold back anymore and flip the mask off and then the orgasm hits me. I bite down on her neck and I howl from a painfull pleasure. one hand over her mouth as she screams as I fill every inch of her ass with my sticky goodness.
Then its off to look for the money. She cries loudly and I use some more of the rope to tie the doors to the room shut.

Picking up the phone I smile no dial tone. Looks like the line got chewed how'd that happen. I find money everywhere. over ten thousand dollars. Strippings been Good to Katy. I toss the cash in my bag and raid the fridge. I make myself a sandwich and then go back to her room. I watch as I eat.

"Where are you!"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!"

I laugh as all of her paranoid thoughts manifest. Then I kneel on the bed again once again from behind I force three fingers deep into her cunt.

"NONONONONONONONO!!!! NO more LEAVE!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHH" Placing myself against her ass cheeks I Buck my hips till I'm hard again. Then With a Hateful Shove I drive myself all the way to the hilt dry as a bone. She screams in pain for an eternity and I fuck her hard and fast, slow and long, I stay in her till I come at least three more times. Cleaning myself off with her hair when I'm done.

Then its off to the hole in the bathroom and out through the Panel in the back. Across a field and onto a dirtbike

By the time I get to the road again its already been cleared by the snow plow. And its to house from their. I ditch the Bike in a stream and Walk the last quarter mile home. Where my girlfriend greets me.

"So how was she? Was it worth the wait?"

She moved shortly after that. Six months later I bumped into her. She stopped stripping. and Was six months pregnant. Told me that the baby was because of a and shes giving it up for adoption. I told her I'd adopt it. I'm a loving guy that way.
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Kim Kidnapped
Posted:Apr 6, 2010 3:57 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2012 3:04 am
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It was late and Kim was tired. It had been a long day as she had started early in the morning and now, late at night, she was finally getting off from work. Her boss had made her stay late, long after the shop had closed, to clean up from that day and set up the displays for the big job the next day. Now Kim had to drag herself home to grab a couple hours of sleep before returning to work early in the morning. Her feet were killing her as she walked toward the car park. She wanted a warm bath and her bed and enough sleep so she wouldn’t be a walking zombie in the morning for the big day ahead.

Night had long fallen in the cool September in the city. Here and there were a few people drifting to or from some pub somewhere, but no one took notice of one more lost soul in the city wearing a uniform. For most, she was just another invisible wage slave on her way to or from work and therefore just someone to be ignored. She was just part of the background and for now, she was satisfied with that. She just wanted to be safe in her bed at home for the night once again, and so she ignored them as well.

She walked the couple of city blocks from her workplace to the car park. The car park had been nearly full that morning when she arrived, and now it was nearly empty. She could see just a few cars here in there in the structure as she walked toward it, where that morning the car park had been so full she had to park her little car on the very top level open to the sky.

Entering the building she realized how late it was. The parking attendant booth was empty, the cashier long gone home. The exit arm that normally blocked the way was up and the ramp was on the honor system. She knew she’d find a little envelope on her windscreen demanding today’s parking toll to be dropped in a box on the way out.

Kim entered to desolate building and walked to the lift. A crude “out of order” sign taped to the lift door greeted her. She pressed the call button anyway and as expected, nothing happened. Damn, she thought, now she would have to take the stairs to the top of the building to reach her car. She turned for the stairway door pulling it open to ascend the stairs. The smell of old beer and piss assailed her nose as she entered the stairwell. Trash littered the corners; paper, plastic, and crushed beer cans and broken bottles. She hated climbing these old stairways. Half the lights were out and they were always damp and musty, and she really didn’t feel like making the long climb. She pressed on anyway; she really had no other choice.

Five flights, five stories later she reached the top of the car park. A battered and rusted steel door at the top of the stairs yielded to her efforts with a loud groan. Stepping out onto the floor of the car park she saw a single large male in dark clothing walking towards her and the stairs in the semi-darkness. Most of the lights on the car park up here no longer worked and what light there was came largely from the illuminated buildings surrounding it.

Kim was a little apprehensive as she passed the man, he headed for the stairs and she for her car. He was dressed in an old fashioned pork pie hat with a wide brim, a dark mac and trousers. He nodded and mumbled something as they passed each other there in the night. She remained silent and averted her eyes in the tried and true metropolitan fashion. She felt some of the fear of the encounter drain away after they had passed.

Looking around for a moment she thought it strange, only her car remained here on this level of the car park… She felt something cold at her back like the great wind a large lorry or train makes before its passing and then something slammed into her from behind. In an instant an arm was around her throat lifting her from the ground, her feet suddenly dangling in the air as she found she could no longer breathe. “Don’t move if you want to live” came the low voice from behind her and a black handgun was pressed against her temple. Kim felt like a rabbit in the jaws of a large predator. Fear gripped her and her blood ran cold for a moment as he spoke again “give me your car keys and take one of your shoes off”. His arm constricted around her throat one more time as he added “do it or die!”

He lowered back to her feet and Kim dug through her purse for her keys. “No tricks and no surprises my sweet” he said emphasizing his words by pressing the gun into her temple. Kim nodded slowly to the affirmative, pulled her keys from her purse and then slowly kicked off one shoe. “Very good my sweet” he said as released her and pushed her free and ahead of him. “Now don’t run or I’ll just shoot you in the back. You won’t die… not right away, I’m a good shot. But you’ll never walk again; maybe you’ll still be able to crawl… maybe not. If you can still please me after that, you might just get to spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair; if not, I’ll see that you die much more slowly. Do you understand me??” Kim nodded her head and said in like voice “yes.”

“Good, now give me your car keys” he commanded and Kim moved slowly to comply. “Move” he said taking the keys from her and pointing the way toward her car with the gun. Together they started walking. Kim found herself limping toward the car and realized why she wore just one she. With one shoe, she couldn’t run, if she stopped to take it off she would just be target. The lights on the car flashed and the locks snicked open as they approached he car, a 2-door Smart Pulse. He opened the driver’s door and told her to get in. Pushing her in behind the wheel, he closed the door behind her. He walked around the car and got in on the passenger’s side. Shoving the gun into her side he handed her the keys and told her to drive.

Kim started the car and began to move it. He went on “Nothing stupid sweetie. My solution to any problem you give me is hot lead in your belly. Just do as you’re told bitch. Now take us out of here.” They drove down the ramp towards the exit. As they approached the honor box, he instructed her to stop and pay; “after all, we wouldn’t want to be thought of as thieves” he said poking the gun deeper into her ribs. She drove as instructed, but all the time thought of ways to escape or to turn something to her advantage. It never happened and after a while she found herself driving into an empty parking lot of an abandoned industrial complex. He instructed her to back the car down the ramp of an old truck dock, the ramp of which was taller than the car and effectively hid it from the view of any prying eyes. Kim saw the city’s skyline disappear as the car backed into the truck dock and the only view remaining from the small car was a sky full of stars. After the car was parked, he shut off the engine and pocketed the keys.

“Well my sweet, now that we have some time, let’s see what we’ve got” he began “take your trousers off. Just slide them off and toss them into the back seat.” Kim shook her head and said “no… please…” He pulled the pistol from her ribs and struck her across the face with it, then shoved it under her jaw line. Kim’s hand instinctively went to her face, her eyes tearing, she felt warm blood dripping from her nose; it wasn’t broken but it hurt anyway. “Trousers off NOW!” he repeated. Kim unsnapped her trousers and leaning back lifted her ass off the car’s seat to tug them down. “Knickers too” he added. Kim slid her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and together she pulled both her trousers and underwear off and into a pile on the floor. Bending down, the gun following her every movement, she gathered up the discarded clothing and tossed it behind the passenger seat.

“Now unbutton your tunic” he instructed again shoving the gun into her neck. Kim fumbled with the button, shaking with tears in her eyes. “Please… no…” she said. “Shut up cunt” he said shoving the gun deep into her neck “and do as you’re told.” He used his free hand to pull her tunic open and explore the supple skin there. “Ohhhh… nice!!!” he said as he fondled her 38 double d’s. Then he pulled her bra up and off her tits, the round orbs popping free of the lacy fabric, he jerked the garment several times until it tore and broke free and then he yanked it from her body. With the engine off, the car had grown cold in the cool night air and her nipples harden in response to the cold air and rough treatment.

His hand explored her ample breasts, kneading here, pinching there, and tugging on her nipples. Kim’s breathing came in short breaths her body aroused by his ministrations. His hand moved down her firm belly, still rubbing in slow round motions. Now his hand descended and Kim parted her legs reflexively. He stroked between her thighs; traced her roundness and caressed her smooth shin. Kim felt the wetness build between her legs. His hand found her vagina, splitting her labia with his fingers to find the moisture within and her hard clit waiting for him. The pushed his fingers into wet hole and stroked into her. Pulling his fingers from her sopping wet cunt he put them to his mouth and licked them clean. “Oh yes, very sweet my dear” he said, “very sweet indeed.”

“Do you suck cock my sweet or do you prefer the taste of pussy? Well, tonight I suppose that doesn’t really matter…” he said as his gun hand moved to the back of her head and his free hand unzipped his fly to release his firm cock. Sliding down a bit in his seat he pushed Kim’s head toward his lap and his raging hard-on. “Suck nicely and suck well my sweet and perhaps your night won’t end with a bang” he said “and if you bite, you die.”

His cock was large; long and thick with pre-cum juices covering the tip. Fearing the alternatives, Kim began to lick the tip of his cock. His shaft was warm and salty on her tongue, the pre-cum slimy and slippery at the same time. He let her lick the shaft and tip, and then told her to lick his balls. His pubic hair was trimmed and her mouth and lips administer kisses and licks to his shaft and sack. He lifted her head and plunged his shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Grasping her long dark hair in his gun hand he bobbed her head on his shaft fucking her face in a slow regular pace. Kim salivated and swallowed the mix of his and her juices bringing pleasure to her . She could hear his sighs of pleasure as she performed fellatio upon him. She sucked him for some time until again instructed to suck his balls the gun barrel rubbed across the back of her head to remind her who was in control. “Enough” he said and he pulled her from her oral sex duties by her luxuriant hair. “Very good my sweet” he said tugging his clothes open and his trousers down “now mount up.” The sweeping movement with the gun made it obvious what he want, her cunt on his cock and now.

Reluctantly Kim crawled across the car and sat on her abductors lap. Positioning herself she slowly lowered herself on his rigid member impaling herself. Producing a zip tie from his pocket, her pulled her arms around behind her back and bound them together at the wrists. Setting the gun down temporarily, he reached up with his hands to admire her breasts as he started to grind his cock in and out of her moist slippery slit. Pulling her forward, he sucked on each pendulous breast, one at a time as he fucked her wet hole. His tongue found her nipples, licking and teasing the turgid flesh. Occasionally he would suck some of her flesh into his mouth or gently bite her soft skin all the while their two bellies would grind together in a slow wet fucking motion.

His hands found the roundness of her hips, the smoothness of her ass, and he played them over her supple flesh. One hand slid between her thighs and found her protruding clit wet and willing near the cock plunging into her tight hole. Rubbing her clit with a few fingers, his other hand found her asshole. He used one finger to circle the tight sphincter, and then play with the orifice. Kim’s arousal grew, her breathing changing with the rhythm of her body. Her orgasm burst upon her as his finger penetrated her asshole and plunged into her bowels. Kim cried out in pleasure as she came, her pulsing pussy shooting pleasure waves into his cock and he fired back into her wet cunt with hot jism in his own orgasmic finish. He pumped into her for a while and finished pumping his seed into her as she rode thru another, but smaller quake.

Finished, he pulled her face to his and kissed her sweet lips. Sweat covered her body in the cool night and she giggled at the irony of how much she had enjoyed her . The sex had been good. He pushed her off his body and back towards the driver’s seat. Her wrist still bound, she flopped over uncontrollably. Then he pulled his clothes together and opened the car door. Cool air flooded the small cabin and Kim realized how warm she had become while she was being fucked. Her sweaty body was assailed by the cool air and her nipples hardened again as the goose flesh formed on her body.

He stood outside the car and reaching back into the vehicle he pulled Kim out the passenger’s door. Her stocking feet were cold on the hard concrete and the air was frigid on her nearly naked body. “You need to finish what you’ve started” he said as he pushed her to her knees, his semi-rigid cock before her face. “Now lick me clean slut” he commanded his hand around her throat. With her hands still bound behind her back, Kim began to lick the cum covered genitalia of the standing before her. She tasted his salty sperm and her own unique flavor as his erection grew before her. Soon his cock was hard again and he directed it back into her warm awaiting wet mouth. Fully hard, his hands about her face he fucked her tender throat. Sighing he pulled out of her mouth and lifted her to her feet, he kissed her throat, her neck and breasts, and finally her warm lips, his tongue darting between her teeth to meet her own tongue.

Turning her around to face the car, he shoved her over the bonnet, her damp breasts suddenly painfully aware of the cold night pressing against the frigid metal. Kicking her legs apart his hand found her pussy and rubbed the wet juices from her cunt over her labia and asshole. Standing behind her he guided his hard cock into her rectum. She felt the pressure of his cock head at her tight sphincter and cried out “No!” but just slapped the back of her head hard causing it to bounce off the car and pressed his dick deep into her bowels. His cock tore into her savagely and he grabbed her buttocks in his hands as he thrust into her. She took no pleasure from the of her ass. The burning pain in her rectum brought tears to her eyes and she sobbed openly as he her. Her crying brought lust to his fucking and he pounded into her with renewed gusto as she begged him to stop. The cold metal beneath her drove the warmth from her body and she began to shiver. His strokes into her dimpled flesh became shorter and faster and he raged loudly as he came and filled her bowels with white spunk. He pumped into her until his hard-on subsided and then pulled his dick from her tortured ass and wiped it on the back of her tunic.

After zipping up his clothes he leaned over Kim’s bound form and once again his arm encircled her throat. He pulled her up again and once more her feet dangled in the air. Kissing her check lovingly he spoke “Very nice my sweet” and his arm closed upon her neck while his other hand pushed against her head. Struggling Kim couldn’t breathe. She tried to fight to no avail and her vision narrowed. She felt her bladder released as unconsciousness enveloped her and the darkness descended.

He dropped the limp woman on the cold hard concrete. Grabbing her by the feet, her dragged her to a darker corner of the old truck dock and then returned to the car. Climbing into the driver’s seat he started it up and drove away leaving the nearly naked woman to her fate.

Kim awoke in the cold night air to see her car leaving the gate of the old industrial complex. Her wrists still bound behind her back and naked but for her unbuttoned tunic, she began to sob softly as she struggled to her feet to seek help in the cold night…
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My First...
Posted:Jan 12, 2009 3:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2014 7:31 am
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My name is Steve, and I’m a . I’m only telling you this because you’re tied up like a fucking hog right now and can do nothing but listen to my confession.

Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t plan on it. Death is not fun to me. What’s fun to me is causing pain and humiliation to women. I love seeing their eyes well up with tears, their faces grimacing in pain, or contorted beyond recognition with absolute agony. I love the moaning and screaming that comes with the sensation of pain. It gets me off.

Just to let you know, I’m going to break you. Fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk properly. Make you wish you were dead. But not yet – first I want to tell you a story.
It was fifteen years ago, and I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, just finished secondary school, with the world at my feet. I had a girlfriend, let’s call her Jen. She was 18 years old. She went to the school I’d just graduated from and was the old cliché: slim, blonde, stacked, a cheerleader to boot. I used to moon over her like a fucking pansy, drowning in those clear green eyes of hers, letting her rub herself up against my cock as we made out, but always respecting her and pulling back when she invariably said “no”. The bitch loved to tease me. She’d flick that pink tongue in and out of my mouth, she’d let me feel her tits (under the sweater, over the bra); she’d gingerly stroke my cock until it was twitching in her hand…. And then the date would be over and I’d be left to masturbate bitterly in my bedroom and wonder why, why, why my girl was such a prick tease.
After three months of this teasing I walked around with my balls a permanent shade of pale blue. I started to punch walls, and drink my dad’s whiskey. I was uptight, man, really fucking uptight, and this little cunt was all to blame. I was leaving for college in a month and I knew – just knew! – that the worthless bitch wasn’t going to give it up. She was going to tease me cross-eyed and then move on to another guy when she got to college, and do it all over again. Why do chicks do that? They must know it will only end in trouble – every man has his breaking point, never forget that.

So one night she invites me over to her house. Her parents are out for the evening, won’t be home til midnight, blah blah blah. I go over there and she’s cooked me this fabulous meal – roast beef, potatoes, the works, and she’s in this little cotton dress, nipples poking through the material, no panties on. We eat and watch some TV for a while, me lying on the couch with her curled up in my arms. She can’t miss my 9-inch cock erect against her back, but she manages to ignore it. She does, however, start rubbing her nipples through her shirt, almost absently. My cock twitches against her and I can see that she’s smiling to herself, probably thinking: “I’m such a little cock tease, let’s see if I can make him cum in his pants.”

We turn the TV off and start making out on the couch, her lying on top of me, me underneath thinking: “Finally it’s gonna happen!” She is sitting on my legs, her thighs on either side of me, and they’re bare and just slightly toned – cheerleader legs, you know? Of course you know- you got a pretty good set of ‘em yourself!
She’s grinding her cunt on my crotch, I’ve still got my jeans on, but my cock is straining to get out of there, it looks like I’ve pitched a fucking tent. So I go to undo the zipper and she says: “Come to my room.” And skips up the stairs with her dress flipping up as she runs! I catch a glimpse of snatch and am running after her like a robot trained to run after snatch. Which I guess is what every man is, really.

Anyway, we get to her bedroom and I’m pushing her up against the wall, kissing her really roughly, tongues down each other’s throats, and she jumps up and puts her legs around me! I push her into the wall, and we grind on each other for a few minutes, then I toss her onto her bed and she lands on her back. I take off my jeans and she lifts up her dress, and I’m just about to jump her when she says: “I think we should stop.”

“You’re joking”, I say, cock in hand, jeans around my ankles. Her dress is up around her waist, legs slightly apart, I can see her shaved cunt shining wetly in the dim light from outside the window, and she says no?

“I’m not joking, Steve. I’m scared. I don’t want to go all the way.” She looks like she’s trying not to smirk, and that’s when I snap. I pounce on her, and grab her wrists in a vice grip, push them above her head and down onto the mattress. She’s pinned.

“YOU are a fucking TEASE!” I shout into her ear. She’s moaning now, writhing, in a little bit of pain from the pressure I’m putting on her wrists.

“Steve, stop it!” She cries. See, she’s not used to not being in control. She’d gotten so accustomed to me respecting her wishes that she didn’t know what to do with herself once I responded differently.

I let go of her wrists and get off her, and she sits up, punching me in the chest with her skinny little arms. “You JERK! It’s over!” she cries. She looks defiant now; angry. But I can see the fear that remains. She can’t hide it from me completely – her green eyes are too honest.

She gets up to run past me, out of the bedroom, and something in me – I like to think of it as the animal – makes my hand into a fist and punches her in the stomach. I pull it at the last second so she’s only winded, doubled up, in shock. I push her onto the floor and she crouches there on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. Suddenly she’s not the uppity little princess. Suddenly she’s a bitch in heat, on the floor, in shock and pain and utterly helpless.

I kneel behind her, and lift up her dress, exposing that little pink pussy. “What are you-“ she begins, but I grab her long blonde hair and yank it hard, so her head arches up painfully behind her.

“Shut up or I will kill you.” I say in a calm voice, and she shuts up. I hold her hair tight with one hand, and put the other on her hip, pulling her ass back while my cock strains forward. Finally I get to feel that snatch on my cock and it’s heaven! She’s hot, wet and amazingly tight. I slide deeper into her, slowly, gently, and feel a resistance. She’s a virgin! Excellent. I take my cock out of her, and she starts to speak. Probably to thank me for not going all the way, but she doesn’t get to say a word, because I pull her hair hard again, and all she does is gasp. Then I shove my cock into her – hard. She screams in pain – my cock is big and it’s just forced its way through her hymen and deep into her cunt, right up to the hilt. I own her, and that knowledge pushes me into what I like to call mode. I pound her, pulling her hair, pinching her ass, slapping her, calling her a worthless cunt, rubbing her, hurting her and loving it. But what’s this? The bitch likes it! She starts to push back against my cock, in time with my thrusts. The little fucking slut is enjoying it!
For some reason this doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to suffer first for what she did to me – all those months of torture! So I pull out of her, and shove myself into her tight puckered little asshole. She squeals like a stuck pig now, which I guess is what she is. Her anal opening is so tight it’s painful for me to thrust in there, but I know that the pain I feel is tiny compared to hers, so that spurs me on. After a minute or two her ass muscles relax a tiny bit and allow me to plunge in and out of her with abandon. I grab both her ass cheeks with my hands now, and she hangs her head in defeat, crying salt tears onto her bedroom floor, moaning softly, a beaten animal. I finally cum, pumping hot semen deep into her bowels, and as I cum I make a loud, primal cry of triumph.

When I withdraw from her ass she collapses onto the floor, sobbing, all curled up in a foetal position. Poor little slut! I go down to the garage and grab some rope, come back up and she is still there. I think she is in shock. I tie her wrists and ankles together - much like I’ve tied yours now – and just touch her for a while. I try out different things to elicit pain – a tweak of the nipple, a bite on the clit, even a cigarette lighter to singe her pubes. I start to spank her hard on the butt, until I can see red hand marks on her skin. I punch her in the back, hard enough to hurt, maybe to bruise, but not hard enough to badly hurt or disfigure her.
I go to her dresser and pick up some random objects – a candle, a bottle of soda, and take turns sticking those and other things up her asshole and cunt. After about twenty minutes I find myself getting hard again, so I turn her onto her back and fuck her missionary style, nice and slow. She has her eyes closed by now, and is completely submissive and silent. I like how there’s a point where a bitch will stop hating you with her expression, words or actions, where she will just succumb like the slave she is, like the all women secretly are. I take her nice and slow, enjoying her sucking cunt around my cock, enjoying the whipped-expression on her face. She wasn’t a person in her own right anymore, just a victim. A cunt to fuck. An ass to . An object to bring me pleasure.

I pinch her nipples and fuck her harder, pumping into her until my balls are tight and my dick feels like it will explode. I fuck her fast now, one hand between our slick flesh, rubbing her clit roughly, the other hand slapping her across the face and pinching her nipples. I loved the combination of good and bad feelings I must have been causing her. I made sure she came just before I did, and the look on her face as she realised she was about to orgasm was priceless. She wasn’t even in control of her body anymore! After her cunt was filled with my sperm I made her lick my cock clean, then I slapped her around a bit more, just to scare her up again, and finally went home to bed.

I never saw her again, until last night. I had kept tabs on her life through mutual friends all these years. I had heard that she dropped out of school and disappeared for a while. Then I heard she was a stripper. Then a . Then nothing for years, until last week when her brother John and I ran into each other at the mall. She’s a respectable woman now, with a and a husband and her own business.

I have to check this out, I think to myself, so I stake out her house one afternoon, and then I see her coming down the street in a fucking school uniform! Except she’s still eighteen! The illusion breaks and I realize it’s you, honey. Your long legs, not hers. Your pouting lips and long blonde hair, not hers. Once I grab you and put you in my van I realise that you have brown eyes, not green ones. Brown eyes just like me. How old are you again? Eighteen… mm, the timing sounds right.

You’d think that I’d let you go...But i can’t do that....

Just you wait. I’ve learned a few tricks since I your mother...
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The Bitch Had It Comin...
Posted:Jan 12, 2009 3:40 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2010 7:09 pm
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It had been several months since I had stopped dating Lindsey, yet I still got angry whenever I thought of her. You've got to understand what kind of girl Lindsey was. She had always been beautiful and was used to being center of attention growing up. Everyone thought she was lovely and cunning enough to marry a wealthy man. That was thought of as high praise in her circles.

University did little to enlighten her. She learned not to say racist and sexist things, but as they say, you can take the girl out of the trailer... She flirted at every opportunity to get free drinks and the like and would instantly switch back to the pretentious self-righteous Christian act.

I met her at the hospital where I was doing research for the university. We were evaluating the safety of a new family of drugs that could slow down a type of cancer and possibly even reverse it. Unfortunately for me, Lindsey had just finished university and had taken a job a the same hospital for the sole reason of meeting the physicians. I had not known any beautiful girls who had taken an interest in me before – so i suppose i was easy prey for her.
After dating for only short time, she began to nag me to get a more glamorous and high-paying job. I tried to tell her that if this drug were ever approved, my job would suddenly be a lot more lucrative and possibly even glamorous, i would be hailed as ‘the man who cured cancer’.
One day I overheard her bragging to one of her slutty girlfriends on the phone about how she had turned on some poor professor by rubbing up against him in the pool right in front of his wife. In the same conversation she laughed about how badly she teased another guy who took her out on a date. After teasing him the whole time, she went back to his apartment and made out with him. Eventually she was touching his penis. She asked him if he wanted her, and then told him he could never have her... all while she was still feeling him.

There had to be some way of showing her how badly she treated people. One day a friend of a friend, Andy, who I hadn't talked to since secondary school gave me an idea. Andy worked for a bail bondsman chasing down fugitives. I would have lost touch with him if it weren’t for the common friend who still talked to him. This guy was basically a thug and would have probably had a criminal record by now if it weren't for his connections with law enforcement. When Andy brought up the topic of "chicks" who had done us wrong, I told him about Lindsey's antics. "I could teach that chick a lesson she'd never forget," he offered. Then he explained that it wouldn't be a free lesson. He said he'd a girl before for money. He must have read the disgust on my face; he assured me that he'd never do it to a nice girl. He offered to give me a quote if I gave him the details. Before I had even thought about what I was doing, I was telling him where she worked and offering suggestions about where she could be taken. I said I just wanted her by a stranger.
He said he would do the job for £2000. That number sounded expensive until he told me all of the work he was going to have to do... studying the victim's habits, studying the environment where she would be , paying his partner, and filming it. When he mentioned filming it, suddenly it sounded like a bargain. I set aside modest chunks of cash out from a few paychecks to get the cash without leaving any evidence of a single withdrawal that could potentially be linked to the crime.

I was out of town at a convention the night they did it. I couldn’t sleep thinking about Lindsey finally learning her lesson. I was nervous about getting caught but exited about thinking about the horror and humiliation that was to be visited on my slutty ex-girlfriend that night.
When I got back into town, Andy showed me the film and photos of his work. The first part showed Lindsey leaving her apartment to go to work, unaware of what was going to happen to her. They took the pictures from their van. You could see her fixing her hair, getting ready for another night at her job: teasing the docs. Then Andy and his buddy moved the van and went into a building where Lindsey took a shortcut through on the way to work. They listened to her approaching down the empty hallway. When she got close enough his mate Dave jumped out and grabbed her, covering her mouth to silence her screams. The shuffled her into a freight elevator, closed the door, and set the elevator to go one floor down the basement which they had verified was empty.

"You're Lindsey, right" Andy asked as the elevator took them to basement..
"Ahh, yes sir" Lindsey replied.
"We hear you've been teasing guys and basically being slut. We're here to give you a message from them about what it feels like when you act like a slut."

Lindsey backed into the corner of the elevator. The camera was bouncing around quite a bit on a strap around Dave's neck. Despite the poor photography, you could see Lindsey’s eyes desperately searching for an escape.
"You ever been before?" Andy asked. "Wha?" Lindsey replied in a partially voiced whisper. Andy seemed to take that as a "no", "Well there's always a first time. Get that hospital outfit off."

Lindsey just stood frozen, hardly even breathing. Dave held her arms while Andy took off her hospital top. Her stethoscope fell to the floor. Her kicking and squirming did nothing to stop Andy from sliding down her pants. She was wearing sexy panties.

"Why you wearin’ those?" Andy asked with a smile, "Probably show ’em to some doctor or something. Ha, I didn’t even have to go to university."

As he reached to unsnap Lindsey’s bra, which by the way fastened in the front, the camera caught the tears swelling up in her eyes. You could barely hear her whisper "Please don’t." before he unfastened her bra. "I bet you drive the guys crazy with these tits," he said as he felt and gently squeezed them. I had seen her breasts many times before, but they somehow looked different in Andy's hands. I had never seen her crying before either. This was the first time I had seen her without her uptight too-good-for-you act.

Then Andy ripped her flimsy Victoria Secret panties off and pushed his finger into her pussy. He slapped her across the face and kicked her legs. Dave caught her fall. You could hear Andy pushing her down on the elevator floor, but you couldn’t see anything. The camera was passed to Dave. From then on, I was treated to good pictures of Lindsey lying naked on the dirty freight elevator floor, her hair all sprawled out, her clothes and stethoscope in a heap next to her. Andy was on top of her with her legs pushed back to her sides while Dave held her down. Lindsey's sobs turned into a brand of scream that I had never heard from her as he penetrated her. After a few seconds she tightened her lips and let out no sound while she was being . Andy slapped her a few times trying to get some noise out of her. He grabbed a gun out of his jacket. His holster and bounty-hunting license and badge fell on the elevator floor.

I was really enjoying listening to her crying when Andy suddenly got up. "I think I'd rather jack off than fuck this stuck up pin cushion. Let's cuff her hands." Dave held her cuffed hands while Andy forced her onto her knees. Andy had a large pair of pliers which he put around Lindsey's tit. As he began to squeeze down, Lindsey cried out, "No, NooooAAAIIIII". Dave got good pictures of the metal biting into her soft breast. This was unnerving. I had hoped they wouldn't ruin her breasts. Fortunately, Andy stopped short of doing permanent damage.
Andy took off his condom and put it in his bag. "Alright slut-toy. Suck me off, and if I don't like one thing about what you’re doing, I'll crush your tit in my pliers, and you'll never tease another boy in your life." With a portion of her breast between Andy's pliers, Lindsey had no choice but to begin licking and sucking his penis. It seemed like no time before he was cumming. He pulled his dick out and spilled his cum all over her face. She tried to recoil, but Dave was holding her body and Andy held her hair. She tightened her lips as his cum squirted all over on her face. When his orgasm stopped she spit out the cum that had gone in her mouth, and it rolled down her chin. He showed me a nice 35mm picture he took of this. It showed the cum mixing with the tears on Lindsey's face and the cum that she spit out rolling down her chin.

The video showed them forcing her to lie on her belly with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Dave pushed her cum-soaked face hard against the dirty floor and began masterbating by her head. He buried his dick in her hair. You could hear Lindsey moan in disgust as she felt him squirting his load into her hair.
"How you like that, bitch?" Dave yelled. Andy took another 35mm shot of this sight. You could see the clumps of Dave’s cum in her hair.
Andy collected his things and got ready to go. "I guess we’re done with her. We can shoot her." Andy said.
"Oh no, please..." Lindsey said through her sobs.

"I don't want to kill you, Lindsey, if you've learned something. Prove to me you have." Andy said as he handed her her ripped panties and a permanent marker. "Now write a message to the guys you tease. Write 'T-h-a-n-x for having me . Love, Lindsey'." Lindsey must have been scared out of her mind because she took the marker and wrote his thank-you note on her panties. The message took up most of the seat of her pathetically skimpy panties. Andy snapped a few 35mm shots of her writing it.

Andy made her hold it up on display for one more 35 mm shot. You could see a thin layer of dirt and cum on one side of face, drying cum on the other, and her little hands holding up her panties. Unfortunately, the cum in her hair was not visible in this shot.

"Alright Lindsey, we're leaving now, but if you leave this elevator before we’re gone, we'll shoot you. Wait till we're gone." With that they opened the elevator door and ran back to the van. They drove around the building looking for her. She emerged on the same side she had entered about ten minutes later. It looked like she was scampering home. The windows were tinted so they were able to get one drive-by look at her. She had put her pants and shirt back on, probably after using one of them to wipe the cum from her face and hair. It looked like she was hiding her tears and doing everything she could to not look like a girl who just got . Andy laughed that she helped them out in that regard. No one could tell she wasn't wearing panties or that she had her ' cum on her.

Andy offered to sell me the panties and 35mm stills for £500 extra. Amazing. This was just like buying a car. Even though I really wanted the trophies, I turned him down because I was afraid of getting caught. I knew how to encrypt the digital video and put it on a disk so that it would be very hard to find in a search, if it ever came to that. I did not know, however, how to hide physical items linking me to the crime. After a few weeks, I checked the records at the courthouse. The slut had reported the crime as a simple robbery! I heard she told her boss the same story. At that point I called Andy and bought the -trophies for £500.
I ran into her a couple weeks later at the hospital. Having seen her humiliated did little to make me feel impervious to her flirtations. As always, I thought to myself that I had to resist her flirtations and just stay away from her. I even felt a little bad for what I had had done to her. To my surprise, she was much more reserved and shy. She looked down a lot more instead of flirtatiously looking me in the eye. She was treating me like a person, rather than a possibility of "scoring a doctor". At first I was scared she might be on to me. Then I saw her demeanor had changed around other people as well. She seemed to be relating to people as a human being rather than casting herself in the role of a cunning sex object. Evidently she had learned a powerful lesson on the floor of the elevator that night.

Although it was certainly immoral, that was the best thing I could have given her. It gave her humility and a new respect for men. I wondered if her newfound demure personality would have the side-effect of making her less fun on dates. Maybe one day I’ll find out.
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Random Musings
Posted:Jan 3, 2009 2:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2009 9:03 am
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Not sure if there will actually be anyone who reads this but oh well!!

after an intense initial romance with alt where i used to be on almost everyday without fail, and scening and meeting, i kind of had a cooling off period - i stopped visiting as much, and eventually ended up deleting my old blog, and soon, my old handle (Steg_1981 - i know the new ones not exactly original lol!)

anyways, thing is i made some friends on here that despite me the hell out of loads in role plays, i got to know fairly well, and really thats one of the main reasons im back!

They helped me move from an uber possessive vanilla gf and explore my darker side, and encouraged me to stop being so bitter towards anyone who was doing better than me in life.

At one point i had no house, no job, no future, but ive managed to turn things around - now i work as a fork lift driver in a warehouse, and am renting my own little "man pad"!

And at the risk of sounding a bit queer, i really have been hitting the gym recently and i think i like the new me much more! loads of ladies been giving me compliments of course (which just makes the pain soooo worth it )Im stopping now, this is rapidly going down avenues i dont go down!!
Granted its not really a dream job/lifestyle whatever, but its good for me, and im happy.

I hope i bump into my old friends again, shoutouts to Alyssa_86, Blood_Rayne87, MsSwanger, and all the other people who are genuine Alt Legends - MrBigDom (a great mate) and the others, you know who you are!
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