Violence

Fantasy

The Mercenary’s Shadow

Here is my first story ever posted, I’ve decided to take it off of its parent site and post it here. It’s what I’ve been mainly been working on so excuse me if it takes away from my other stories. (E.G One in a Million) anyway R&R ^^

Fantasm

the most amazing story ever told part 3 finale

Petey, now fighting Rabies, thought about the afterlife. He figured he would go to hell for what he did to Marco. He sees a nurse who resembles Miss Johnson. He remembers her and runs up and says hello. Taken back she remembers him to. She is Miss Johnson. He gives her a hug and remembers what she had done to him. The killer part of his brain snaps. He took a scalpel and tries to shove it in her chest. She runs off. He starts to beat people. He steals estrogen pills and takes them intent on becoming a woman.
Shaneequa and Megan have no clue where in Mexico to look. They put up posters and notices. But little do they know that Petey doesn’t look very much like the picture now. He sees the picture of him and calls the number they gave out. He says he’s in Sailtillo and he’s recovering from Rabies. Shaneequa gives Megan head while she drives. She bites Megan’s penis. They fly off the road and run over a dog. The dog is walked by Natasha from prison. The two argue but then remember who they are talking to. Natasha explains how her sentence expired. The three walk around together. They go to Sailtillo from Corpus Christ airport. Their plane has a midair collision with a hot air balloon. Natasha receives a broken femur in the incident. She sues and goes to court. The mother and daughter continue on and wish Natasha well. They travel through Mexico in a rental car which they manage to total. Megan does more coke and LSD. Megan is kidnapped by a rapist who takes her to his house. Alone again Shaneequa looks for answers.
Meanwhile, fully recovered, Petey disguises himself as a woman. He walks through the desert and decides he wants to be called Lindsey. He takes off his make-up and costume to meet with Inez. He tells her he must leave. She understands. He goes across the border where he is mistaken for an illegal immigrant. He is grabbed by border officials and sent into custody. One of the Nazi’s follows him and beats him horribly.
The rapist is a strange man who loved hermaphrodites. He picked Megan because she has a big cock. He says his name is Robert Fountain and that she will die soon. They fuck in the back seat. They’ve gone 50 miles. Ass fucking the man, Megan decides to stab him in the back. She twists the knife and stabs his face. She leaves the man to die. She takes a ride from a fat man. She must give the guy a blowjob to ride with him. She bites off his dick head and throws him out onto the road and drives off. She stops to take a shit in a public port a potty. The toilet is filthy. She sits on a diaper, piss, vomit, and diarrhea. She tickles her asshole to get herself going. She takes another big bloody shit. She looks at it and it has dead ants in it. She shits continuously for 1 minute. She has the runs badly. She released one hard long bloody turd and lets the rest fly out. She vomits and it is yellow and chunky. The attendant asks if she’s okay. She pisses also and shits more and more. She stands up when she thinks she is done but she releases a tight coil of shit onto the lid. She leaves with ass pain and tries taking and Advil. She continues trucking. It is not long before she thinks about her past.
At age 7, Megan lost her virginity. It was to a teacher named Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright was the son of a fishing guru. He told stories about his father while they were in bed. One day while rimming Megan, Mr. Wright puked a great deal up her ass. He puked twice. It was green. She fired the puke out her ass and asked he was okay. The puke looked like blended broccoli, spinach, collard greens and pears. He was fine. He used his puke as a lubricant. Megan thought of her condition with nymphomania. She was a slut and had fucked ten people by the end of that year.
Megan masturbated with one hand and steered with the other. She was driving to Brazil. She shit her pants when she found thousands of dollars in the back. She went to a store and brought:
1. Two bags of cheetos
2. Two twelve packs of water
3. Five packs of starburst
4. Three rolls of toilet paper
5. Salami
6. Two loaves of bread
7. 2 jars of pickles
8. Seven bananas
9. And a flashlight
She shoved the pickle up her ass. Then she discovered her vagina which was far back near her asshole. She slipped a pickle inside of it. She fingers it. Then she put her cock inside of it. Having bought this stuff she drove on she ate everything fast and stopped in Tegucigalpa. She flew back to Atlanta by accident. She meant to go to California but caught the wrong flight.
Petey walked on for days, this time with a sun hat. He sneaked over the border and cut himself with razor wire. He breasts start to develop. He was going to west Texas. He planned on staying in El Paso if he could find it. He broke into a car and drove in the wrong direction. He drove to Atlanta. He realized Atlanta was the biggest city he was close to. He found Megan. But not as Megan normally was.
Megan had been taken in by a family of rednecks, who turned her into a boy. They call her Mike. Megan or “Mike” for the sake of the story still fucks the sisters, Ann and Julie. One when Julie is on the toilet Ann sites on her pussy sucks her boobs. Then she shits on her and they smear it on each other. Her brothers Buford jr. and Crawford chase her knowing she has breasts. Their neighbors are Hank and Tony. Although Mike doesn’t, Tony recognizes Petey. They greet each other. Petey remembers Tony. He becomes attached to Mike. He has sex with “him” one night. They decide to call it quits once Ann suspects something fishy. After a few days of living in the South, Petey remembers who he is. He remembers Megan and others. He recognizes her and tells her it’s him. She doesn’t believe it. They leave together and Petey salutes Tony as he leaves.
Shaneequa once again is missing her children. She OD’s one day. She almost dies but is revived. When the doctor asked what happened she says she wanted it.
Megan and Petey travel on a stolen motorcycle. They drive for days, stopping to eat, piss, sleep and shit. They do nothing else. One day they stop at Bismarck, ND. They decide to go to restaurant. Megan realizes that Petey wants to be a woman. She asks him why. He says everything would be simple. He tries to cut his nuts off with scissors but Megan stops him. They need some money so they take it from a car’s trunk. They car goes up a mountain and it turns out the people inside are nature lovers. They go on the side of a cliff. Megan hears on the radio that Tarea survived and had major reconstruction surgery. Suddenly there is a rock slide. The car is crushed on top of the mountain. The father of the family falls out over the cliff into the river. The mother explodes as a rock falls on her. The son loses his arms. He is scared. He eats with his feet. He eats raw steak. Megan realizes this and tells him to stop so they have some. He ignores them. He soon bleeds to death. Megan takes the body into a cave. Petey and Megan camp out. They discuss all that’s happened since they last saw each other. They take the camera from the car and make stop motion animations. They make 19. They have no food and are forced to drink steak sauce, boiled shoes, grubs, a dead chipmunk, snow, urine and sticks. They decide they must eat the boy. They boil him in melted snow. They consume his flesh. It smells awful. They snuggle up near each other. After 18 days a helicopter finds them. Both are severely underweight. Megan weighs about 39 pounds and Petey 45. They each eat a great deal. They release the stop motion animations and become cult figures. Megan enjoys the fame and attends press conferences. Petey runs off to find Shaneequa, who is now suffering depression. Megan moves to the Netherlands and smokes pot all day while riding her unicycle. She becomes an expert at unicycle riding. She rides on across a rope connecting two hot air balloons. The balloons collide. They crash. Megan is seriously injured. She is visited by Tarea who pistol whips her. Tarea came from America to visit her. She figured out that Petey is her brother. She vows to hurt him badly. Tarea is taken away. Tarea looks different. She has no breasts and lost a lot a weight. She screams profanity at Tarea as she is hauled off. Tarea comes back and says that her mother was the fat lady was her mother and that her father remarried. This means that Petey is her brother. Megan tells Tarea not to hurt Petey. She claims it was Petey’s fault that her mother is dead and sets out a vendetta for him. Tarea leaves.
Shaneequa finds Petey. They hug and kiss. They tell stories about each other. They eat at a diner and Petey talks about what happened to Megan. Petey hopes to win Shaneequa over. Petey tries to convince her that he is the best child. But she bluntly states that she favors Megan. Petey is crushed. They go to the Netherlands. Megan recovers eventually. The family goes back to America. Natasha wires them a million dollars from her lawsuit. Now rich they splurge. They lose all the money and have a lot of junk and drugs.
One day Petey crosses the street. An orange car drives fast. Petey is run over at 100 mph per hour. The driver is Tarea. Petey is killed on impact when the car smashes into him. Megan runs out into the street. 42 bones in his body are broken. The car swerves around and heads for her. Megan jumps onto the car and strangles Tarea. Tarea puts a vacuum on Megan’s cock and sucks of the skin. Megan’s foreskin is in the vacuum. Megan beats Tarea with the vacuum. One of Megan’s piercings flies out of the vacuum into Shaneequa’s eye. They drive on for a mile. Tarea claims that she was so badly disfigured that it gave her father cancer. It is in fact true. He has duodenal cancer and is undergoing surgery. Megan wraps up her cock in tissue. Megan grabs Tarea’s tongue and pulls on it. She takes the wheel and drives across a train track barely escaping being smashed. They drive for miles. Megan rapes Tarea again. Tarea throws Megan out of the car and runs over her torso she tries to run it over again but Megan moves. Tarea flies into the train car. She smashes threw the window. She lands out on the hood. She is knocked unconscious. Megan waits for her to wake up. She holds a knife over her head. When she wakes up Megan drives down. She throws the knife at Tarea. It misses. Tarea punches Megan. She rips off her shirt. Megan, topless, rips off Tarea’s shirt. Tarea looks at Megan’s scarred boob. She laughs and Megan punches her in the face. Tarea still laughs and walks away victorious. Megan yells “You fucking cunt!!!!!!!!” Megan runs away to Shaneequa.
Marco’s dad has arrived from Spain to kill Petey. He hears Petey is with Shaneequa. Shaneequa has a cell phone from Irvine that she stole. The phone has a tracking device in it. He takes her hostage. He has sex with her. He realizes she has a penis and stops disgusted. Megan finds the two. The father, named Gael, yells “Where is Petey! He killed my son!” in Spanish. Megan takes a shotgun and blows off the man’s head completely. Megan yells at the corpse that Petey is dead. Shaneequa hears and hugs Megan as she cries. They kiss each other. They take Petey’s corpse to the river. Tarea had come back and removed his head. Nobody ever found the head. They put him in a go cart and burn it and put it out to sea. They read good things they gathered about Petey. Petey was a mysterious character to them. They realize this but still say things.
Together they engage in quantity and not quality sex. They cry day after day. Shaneequa goes insane and sniffs nail polish while having sex with men for money. Megan becomes a cabalist. She quits after a few days. She obsesses over Tarea who got away. Megan has to get her penis and balls amputated from infection. Tarea becomes a media hero. She becomes the poster child for juvenile prison safety. The juvenile prison that Megan was imprisoned in is still runs. The cops find out that Megan is responsible. They collect outside one night. Megan shoots 5 cops and then takes the shotgun and fires into her chest. Megan is almost dead. Her breasts explode all over the side of the house. The neighbor’s dogs come to eat her remains. They disembowel her and eat her face off. One chews up her dead fetus. Shaneequa takes 8 shells and kills 5 dogs. She fires at a surviving officer’s knee cap. His leg is blown off. There are 2 shells left. Megan asks Shaneequa to shoot her. Shaneequa can’t do it. Megan takes the gun and fires it under her head. Megan is still alive. The blonde haired cop, named Toby Wright, crawls to take the shotgun. Megan recognizes Wright as her teacher. He recognizes her. She pleads for him not to shoot her. He kisses her bloodied face and blows off her head completely. Shaneequa tries to stab him in the back. But he counters with the gun barrel and she flies across the room. He throws the gun in her hands. He frames her for the murder for revenge after blowing off his foot. She is jailed. She is soon sentenced to life in prison. Shaneequa is soon put in an asylum after going completely insane in prison.
In the asylum Shaneequa tells her story to everyone around her. They agree to help her escape. They break out of the asylum. The police fire hitting 15 people, including Shaneequa. The loons run wild while 14 others lay dead. Shaneequa consoles herself by eating. She gains 30 pounds. She cries all day and all night. Her house gets repossessed. She has only enough for a cheap airplane ride. She spends everything on a plane ride to the island of Honshu. She runs into a yakuza boss named Seguichizo in a bar. She scuffed his shoes and he orders her to pay for a shoe shine. She hits him not knowing who he is. They fire again. She jumps behind the counter into the kitchen. She takes some fugu and slurps it down. Will she die? That’s for you to find out.

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Fantasm

flipping chickens

clouds crossed the sky. it was getting darker, and so were the people as I drove further and further into the “ghetto” as they call it. there was no turning back at this point. i pulled a rocawear hoodie over my head to cover up all of my sorceror tattoos and stepped out of my car. I pulled down my pants to show off my belt buckle, which was a the blue power Ranger letting every one know not to fuck with me. I found a place with not many people and posted myself up on the corner. I hid all the work underneath a loose piece ofhte sidewalk and said to myself “time to make some money”. I meant it
time passed, and nobody had come to buy from me. i went to get some coke out of my stash so i could at least get a little high when all of a sudden a minority came around the corner. of course he started talking in bastardized english “GOD DAMN NIGGA WHAT YOU DOIN ON THIS CO’NA” suddenly i got scared. i didnt think this corner belonged to anybody. I politely told him I would leave but he wasn’t having it. i showed him my belt buckle and he scurried away. I knew it would work, and if it didn’t i always had my katana at hand. anywa,y all this commotion had drawn some attention to me and now everyone knew i was a hard ass nigga. people started coming up to me to cop. i had barely made any money when a crackhead came up to me and put a pair of her wet panties in my hand. i took a deep sniff; it was just water. “come back when youve got the real thing” i said and i waved a vial in front of her face just out of her crackhead reach. I didnt even really care because basically i just wnated to make some money today, and i was well on my way to 800 dollars so i could buy aplaystation 3. I called my friend Stan Berklowitz. he didnt want to come to such a dangerous part of town but i told him that there was a dime on the sidewalk and he was here in three minutes. I told him I needed a way to make money faster and he spouted off about eighteen different things in less than a minute. “youre pretty good with money” I said, “but at the end of the day, y’all still a faggot” and i nochalantly jump kicked him in the face knocking his yarmulke into a puddle. he started crying in a weird nasal whine so i shot him in the head about eighteen times. the crackhead came back, scooped up half of his face and started rubbing it all over her pussy. i licked my lips and got a huge boner. “come eat some of my meat pie” she shoved my head down into her crotch. i started licking and licking, but i couldnt get enough. i knocked her to the ground and shoved my tongue so far up her cunt that i could taste her cervix. i felt something weird with my tongue. it was a bag of my work. i pulled out and hit the bitch in the head. “whered you get this shit huh?” she startted crying. “huh? whered you get it at bitch? you want some more?” i pulled out a few grams. “sniff this shit up bitch, if you like this shit so much sniff some more” and i started shoving coke up her nose. she blew it out so i held a gun to her head and watched as she did bag after bag of coke. she couldnt even get anything into her nose after a while so i pulled out a a needle and started shooting coke into random parts of her arms and tits. “bet youre pretty high now, huh bitch?” i took out my dick and knocked her to the pavement. she started shaking pretty bad so i kicked her in the stomach and pulled her skirt over her ass. “damn, you look good enough to eat” i said. i forced my dick into her tight little pussy and started fucking her down into the pavement. her face was scraping back and forth and she started bleeding pretty bad, but at this point i was pretty sure she had overdosed so i dont think she cared too much about her face. i kept fucking her tight little fuckhole until i was about to cum. thats when i saw the flashing blue lights
the cop was alone. he stepped out of his cruiser, came over, turned around, bent over, undid his belt, pulled down his pants, then he pulled down his boxers, then he spread open his butt with both hands and made his starfish wink twice as if to say hello. i knew what to do. i pulled out a jar of mint jjelly i had saved from last christmas and started scooping it up into his ass. my dick slid in effortlessly, emitting a pleasant mint odor that we both enjoyed. all of a sudden my phone rang, and knowing me i had to answer it. I had just barely said hello when i saw a tear hit the pavement. Office Curlytail was crying like the little bitch he was. i handed him a jelly-filled donut to cheer him up, but when he was about to take a bite i punched it into his eyes and handcuffed his hands behind his back. it started raining so i hit him in the head with his nightstick and put him facedown in a pothole. All this time I had been ignoring my phone call and I felt like a total jerk. “heavens to betsy” i exclaimed and i quickly put my phone to my ear, but no one was there. who the fuck cares. i only had one more sale to make and then it was down to Best Buy to get that new PS3.
An hour passed and no one else came. A fat girl drove by in a dodge neon just as I was about to leave, and asked in a hushed voice “Hey, got any meth?” I did in fact have a few shards, but I told her it would be a little bit extra cause I needed the money for a PS3. She was like “I spent all my money on chew and cigs but I think I can pay you another way” and she winked at me. “why don’t you lose some weight before you ever even try to talk to me again. nice knockers though”
she started crying and i felt a little bad so I told her I was just kidding around.
“That’s… that’s not why I’m crying. It’s just that… I want that meth soooooo bad…” She snorted, something that people with no friends do when they laugh or cry. no one likes when people do that and that’s why those people have no friends. Titties McGee’s eyes brightened up when I pulled out the meth I had. “Here’s the deal: I’m gonna close my eyes pretend you’re 140 pounds lighter while you suck my dick, and if you do a good job we can send off together.” I hadn’t even finished the sentence before she turned her Fox Racing hat backwards and wrapped her lips around my dick. “My teachers always said this was the only brain I was good for” I laughed and told her to keep sucking and I called her a cunt too because I’m a mysoginist. She was actually pretty good at it but things were a little dry so I pulled out a picture of Burger King to make her salivate more. She sucked hungrily, slurping and slopping all over my dick and spilling spit everywhere. I’m not a one-minute man usually but her mouth was so slippery and soft that I was about to cum everywhere even though she had just barely started. I opened my eyes and looked at her face so I’d last a little bit longer and that’s when I saw it: a herpes sore. Shit. I pulled out my gun and tried to shoot her in the head but I had already wasted all my bullets on my friend earlier. It was too late anyway because I started cumming like a fountain. One, two, three…. a nineteen-roper! Cum flew everywhere in successive spurts knocking over lamp posts and mailboxes with reckless abandon. Puddles of my juice began to glint in the setting sun as I Was finishing. My realization came back to me and I started yelling at fatass bitch for giving me herpes. She started crying again and I didn’t want to see her pig face get all red and scrunched up again so I told her to wait while I prepared the meth. She pulled out a pipe but I told her I had my own shit. I slipped a little bit of cyanide in the pipe and set up the first hit for her. She took it without asking and started sucking before she even lit it up. i tried to reach in her back pocket to get her wallet but she was so fat that my fingers couldnt pull the pocket out enough to get in. i realized that she was dead anyway so i cut into her back pocket and opened her wallet. it was a torn postcard from Barre, VT and a bunch of pictures of ICP. this dumb bitch didnt even have any money for the meth in the first place.
I was really pissed off at this point, like i couldn’t even control myself. I was just about to go home in a huff when i noticed someone mean mugging at me. he was just sitting across the street making the weirdest faces at mea nd for all i know he had been doing it for like ten minutes. i went over to fight him, with my shirt pulled up over my belt, and i pulled out a Naruto wallscroll to let him know I meant real business. I showed him one little wallscroll and my mom got scared and said “You’re movin’ with your uncle and auntie in bel Air.” I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said “fresh” and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought “Nah forget it, yo homes to Bel Air.” I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby “Yo homes, smell ya later.” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air. After staying in Bel Air for a while I got a little bit bored and went back to New York. PS3’s a great system, much better than social interaction in my opinion

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Fantasm

BELLATIX’S PLAYTIME

Bellatrix Lestrange has Harry Potter and Hermione Granger held hostage at Malfoy manor, with Draco the only other person there, she decides to have a little fun!

Fantasm

Cigarettes and Rape

It was late. Very late. And I had a craving for pussy.
My hand was in my shorts stroking the pulsating Cyclops there as I lay topless in bed. My cell phone lay neglected beside me. Tonight was different. No booty calls tonight. Need something different.. to.. do.
I went out for a walk. Outta home and into the isolated back roads a coupla blocks away.
The place was like a junkyard crossed with a park. Mounds of dirt, rubber and metal mingled with bushes and trees. Uneven earth and a solitary roads. It was close to home, but risk made it exciting, innit? I walked steady, like a man walking home and kept my ears open wide. It might take a while before…
I walked on, letting time, cars, and people pass by. I recall two or three of each. I spent the time smoking, patting the little guy down and identifying new paths for which to stalk on. No harm doing some homework. Never know when you need a particular piece of information.
I stopped for a second. Needed to seat my ass. Walked up to the shadows of an abandoned and deteriorated home, settled myself down on the dusty steps of what was its side entrance and took out a smoke. The night had grown cooler. I hadn’t noticed.
Drags deep and crisp.
I can never have enough smokes. I looked lovingly at my companion in solitude. I can never have enough smokes.
My romantic musings with the inanimate narcotic were interrupted by a sound of footsteps. Small steps. Quick. The kind that made you think of short people. I had seen other pedestrians like myself earlier and paid no attention to them. This one was walking in the opposite direction. And this one though, would not be ignored. This one was a girl.
I cupped my cigarette in my hands to hide its flame. No mark would stop me from smoking though. Slower drags now. Don’t think she could see me. Not where I was. Which was good. I focused on the girl. Small. Got that one right. Had about six maybe seven inches on her. Six inches. Ha fucking ha. Brunette. Nice. She had covered herself up the way girls insecure about their bodies do; Loose clothing and odd combinations. Not that I gave a shit. Petite. This one would do fine.
The little guy indicated his assent with an extended nudge.
She walked up the road and was out of my sight. I thought I’d give her about a minute. 60 seconds later I’m out of there. Fresh smoke in my hand and a stride a predator would envy. I walked quick and light. No coins, keys or zippers to give me away. I crossed my fingers against the minute probability of a car passing by just now.. All I needed was another two minutes.
I was almost on top of her when she felt that intuitive little prick you get when you know someone is staring at you. She jerked around and her eyes widened at the sight of me. She wasn’t the prettiest piece in the lot, but I was too far passed at that point to care. Blood was coursing and I was starting to bake.
“Hey bitch, what’s up?” and a tight fist to her face before she could turn her head back around. Half a scream and uunnhhh was what she said as she toppled to the ground. Both hands on the side of her face and her body curling into a ball. This bitch had no idea what was going on. With a kick, I rolled her off the road, into the mess of earth and bush. I could head a faint crying noise from her.
“Whyja .. why .. What you gonna .. ”
I love interesting conversation. Tossed my smoke and light up a new one.
She had on a long denim skirt. Yeah. Seriously. I got on my knees and pulled the bitch closer. She tried to get her hands in the way, like she was trying to push me off. Meek bitch. Hands free smoking now; I grabbed her face in one hand and threw in a fist with the other. Crying. And more from the pain I’d think.
Over turned her fine skirt to see a white undy with colourful dots. Cute. Pulled them down to see a recently trimmed bush. This girl was growing on me already.
“Unnnhhh .. Ssssthaap .. Please, Ssssthaaaaap. “. She was even breathing shallow. Trembling a little.
Sure. Just a minute. I pushed my jeans down as far as they would go, and liberated Mini Me from my Jockey. Fucker looked a little.. Knotted. A pat, a once over and he was ready to go. I pulled her up to doggy and grabbed her arms so I could hold them together. Immobilize her a bit. A brief knock on her doors and I gained admission.
Dry. I tried not to take it personally. Still, nothing a wad of saliva couldn’t remedy.
The bitch was good. I pushed myself deep to savour her warmth. Deep, deep drag.
Drop away the smoke.
One hand on the small of her back and we begin.
Nothing like snatched snatch. Har de Har. My rhythm builds up inexorably as my breathing begins to catch up. Bitch was saying something. Trying to pull away. Fuck. I’m nearly over bitch. Chill it. Don’t wanna stop and give you another one. Did a car just pass by? Dunno .. Don’t care..
Crying, saliva and high pitched squeaking. Ho, imma fuck you up.
She’s trying to get free. Trying being the keyword. All you have to do is Get up, Hit me and Run, bitch. I’ve got my eyes shut for gods sake.
Nearly there.. Nearly there.. Here. Slow down as the reservoir empties and stop as the little guy limps out.
“You did good” and a slap on her ass.
Light another and pull on my pants.
Pick up the dead butt fling it away.
Fist to her face to give me some time.
Get away smoking.

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He told Me not to tell

Byron heard angry footfalls coming down the hallway. Krista was lying on the bed naked from the waist down. Byron opened the window and quietly crept out of the window without making a sound, he put two fingers to his lips making a be quiet sign that only Krista understood “meaning don’t tell”. As Byron crept way, Joann was in the door way what’s going on in hear she said. Krista shrank back under the covers scared out of her mind. “He told me not to tell” mommy, “he told me not to tell”. Who told you not to tell Krista, please tell me? Half crying she said, “he told me not to tell; he’s said he would hurt me if I told. Joann said “it was all right you don’t have to tell me right now” and she went over to the bed and set down next to her daughter. It’s all right Krista it’s over now; he won’t ever do that again. However, it was not over by far; Byron could not control his impulses this is something that had been with him sense high school and he could not stop it. It was like some bad dream “Oh my god that was close” Byron thought to himself “that was fucking to close”. He was heading toward the local bar in Norfolk. To drink Him self-away from what had just happened Plagued by his blatant lust for children.
Byron stayed in the bar for several hours drinking vodka neat witch was his favorite drink when he did drink witch was quite frequently, he stayed for several hours getting drunk off his ass, he thought to himself “ now the trick would be trying to walk home with out falling on my ass”. It was around 9:30 at night the bar tender called him a cab and paid for it both ways. Therefore, he did not have to worry about walking home from the bar. That night around 11 Byron woke up screaming from a nightmare, it was horrible there was a dark cloaked figure with no face and very bone like hands. It was like the grim reaper coming for me during the night. Haunting me with his evil menacing presence was to strong and Byron could not resist. Byron looked around the room reassuring him self that it was just a dream. Glancing at the clock it was around 11:30 and he finally settled down and went back to sleep. Byron woke up at around 7 am showered and shaved and went to work. “Work now that’s an irony” that Byron cared not to talk about. That day went pretty well I thought it was not that hard packing box’s all day. However, Byron longed for something more “young flesh”. He was day dreaming again and it was almost quitting time. “Time to go on the hunt” Byron had decided to go out for the evening. Where he didn’t know probably some local hole in the wall bar but he wasn’t interested in picking up a lay for the night. What he was interested in was picking up a single mother with an attractive little girl. This was Byron’s goal for the evening it was an achievable plan and he had done it may times before. It was in this manner that he met Joann and finally befriended her and met Krista, “this hot little girl was awesome” Byron thought, and felt him-self getting hard again and forced himself to calm down.
It wasn’t easy for him and it wasn’t easy to control the urges that his body was telling him he needed to satisfy every day. It was time for Byron to keep his urges in check again. He had fifteen minutes to go until miller time and he could go on the prowl once again. He had to find some one that wouldn’t mind some company for the night but that was not his main goal for the night. He had to find a little girl and stroke her smooth milky white thighs or her round peachy bottom. This was his ultimate goal for the evening to find a single mother and be invited back to her home for the night and possibly get a phone number and befriend a woman with his natural charms. Some time’s the urge was their to kill their mothers and keep them all to himself? However, he physiologically needed the nurturing form the Childs mother. “Due to the abuse he suffered from an early age by his father”. “The miserable fuck!” I hope the fucker dies before he’s sixty”! Byron thought to himself. I need a drink hay jerry could you get me a vodka and jerry replied, neat “yes I know you come in hear enough Byron”. “I guess I do”. Byron thought, his days have become pretty much routine. Get up, go to work, and the go out and pick up some hot single mom and go back to her place and meet her child “ if it’s female “ he thought. It was several hours before the women started coming in at around 5 o’clock he has been hear since around 3:30pm. Time to go to work figuratively of course. “Looking and looking, bingo bogy at 2 o clock. “Hay jerry could you do me a favor, could you send that hot little momma over their a drink I’m buying”. “Sure thing Byron what do you want to send her “, “Byron thought for a moment and come up with a Singapore sling”. Byron thought to himself “man she is good looking”. After she got the drink that he had bought her, he waited a few minutes and flirted with her. He got up and walked over to her and introduced himself to her he asked what her name was. She was a little apprehensive but figured what the hell she was divorced and he was relatively attractive. My name is Rachel and yours is. It’s Byron. Well Byron have a seat you pegged me pretty well Byron a Singapore sling is my favorite drink. Byron eyes went down to her hands, “no ring she’s not married but she cold be either widowed or divorced”. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her hand and she said I’m divorced with two little girls. “To girls” Byron thought jackpot, I want to get to know this woman; and use her to meet her kids” this would be perfectly all right with him two for the price of one. This would be grate but the last time he tried this at Joann’s home he had almost been caught. This scared him to no end it was like that dream that I had last night.
They exchanged phone numbers and he set their for a while talking and laughing just getting to know each other. I’ll call you sometime, was eight o’clock he had know idea that they had been talking for three hours. He ordered his last drink and he went home. Feeling good about his accomplishment for the evening he could rest well but his conscious had other plans. He fell into a deep sleep from all the alcohol that he had consumed tonight. When he was fully out the dream began again. The tall bone figure returned cloaked in black and menacing. The grim reaper was standing at the foot of his bed and he moved up next to Byron. Byron could feel the bone chilling cold of death, and the grim reaper beckoned Byron to join him. Byron’s mind did not want to go with him but his body did not listen to him. As they moved toward the window, the grim reaper lifted his bonelike hand and they were standing in front of Joann’s house. Then Byron woke up sharply sweating profusely and he had a chill run through his bones. He was wide-awake for hours, after that dream and went into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. The clock in the kitchen read midnight, but after that vivid dream it felt like three in the morning to him right now. He was off today and decided to call Rachel this afternoon. First he wanted to call Joann, picked up the phone, and dialed the number when she answered the phone he did not say anything but just listened to her. Joann was frightened by this act and asked who the hell this is! Byron hung up quickly and he was becoming obsessed with Krista he wanted her for himself.
It was around one in the morning, and he went back to bed after a few more beers he passed out on the bed. He woke the next morning with a horrible hangover when the alarm went off it sounded like a hundred freight trains running through his head. Christ he thought I need coffee yes that’s what I need so he went back to his kitchen and started the coffee pot. It was around nine in the morning and he wanted to call Rachel right now. Byron dialed the number that she had given him the night before. It began ringing, once, twice, three times and a small little girls voice answered and said hello may I help you. Byron answered her is your mommy their? Yes she said hold on I would get her for you. Clattering and footsteps is what Byron heard on the other end of the phone. Rachel answered the phone yes may I help you. Byron said oh yes this is Byron the guy that you met last night. Oh yeah Byron sure last nights still a little fuzzy Rachel replied. Byron said yeah I have a hangover from hell, but you make the pain go away. Rachel thought that was sweet just as she was about to tell him what she was thinking he interrupted her. What about we go out tonight Byron added to his last sentence. Rachel was stunned by Byron’s straight forwardness. However, reluctantly said yes, and said that she would meet him at the bar in down town Norfolk at around seven o’clock. Rachel said she had something in the oven and had to hang up. Byron said well by and hung up the phone. Byron thought of the little girls voice, she sounded like she was about eleven or so and his mind began to dwell on what she looked like. “Her hot silky smooth white thighs and he thought of his hand moving up her thigh running all the way to her yet developed pussy”. “He imagined putting his finger inside of her”. His thoughts shifted again and he was thinking about Krista and needed to find a way to posses her to have her all to him self. He had to think of a way to get rid of that fucking bitch mother of hers. Byron thought Joann how I could kill her. I could take them out to Charlottesville, to the second home with I rented out a little extra income was always a good thing.
I could lock the three of them in the basement up there and no one would ever know that they were in the house. I have to make sure that I do this the right way so that I don’t get caught. Byron would have to think about this for a while, and plan every contingency out, what would happen if this happened; it would take some time and be many a sleepless nights for it to work. That way he could have Krista all to him self the other two were an added bonus. He thought if he planed it out in detail he could get away with it. Killing Joann, Rachel, and taking there kids for him self to fondle their hot sum pious little bodies. He was getting off on just the thought of what he was planning. By the time he had realized it. It was noon and he still had so much to do and so little time to do it. Byron felt tired he wanted to sleep and do nothing else for the rest of the day until he met Rachel later that night. Byron wanted to find out what her children were like, and what their names were. He went into the kitchen and removed a cold beer from the refrigerator. The sleeping pills were on the counter next to the water jug. He took several and downed the pills with a wash of the beer. Byron staggered to the bed and fell across it like a fallen tree. Byron “conscious wanted to torment him some more”. He drifted off into the blissful sleep of the drugs and the beer that he had taken them with. The man in the black cloak returned to him in his sleep. The grim reaper retuned they were standing in front of Joann’s house. He gestured towards the front door of her house. Then he waved his bone like hand and they were inside the house. It was neat and clean but when they moved through the shell of the home. Their was blood smeared on the walls of the hall way and the words “he told me not to tell”. The grim reaper waved his hand once more; they were standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The covers on the bed were the shape of a woman but the form was not moving. As they moved closer to the bed, Byron was able to see clearer it was Joann lying in a pool of blood with part of her head on the headboard. Byron woke up with the realization that he could get away with it; the dreams were telling him that he could. The dreams were torturing his very soul and slowly driving him mad. However Byron did not realize this and continued with his normal routine.
Byron was spending all of his time planning what he was thinking about doing which to him seemed perfectly logical “the next step on the road into madness” and Byron was well on his way. Then he glanced at the clock and it was 6 o clock in the after noon he realized that his date with Rachel was in an hour and he was no where near being ready to go out to meet her and then return to her home possibly to meet her children. Byron was in a panic he had so many things to plan out and a lot of work left to do, “there was not enough time in the day” he thought to himself. This date if you could call it that, it was more like a chance to meet her two lovely daughters whom he could posses for himself. This was the first time he had been out sense he had meet Joann. “This is going to be a little scary tonight “but he forced himself to calm down “Think of the reward you get to keep her two luscious daughters all to himself”. This was the voice in his head which was some times cruel and very filled with hate for women this probably went all the way back to his mother. When he told his mom what daddy was doing to him when she was not around she laughed at him and told him that he was lying and washed his mouth out with soap. This went on for years, and she did nothing to stop it. Witch is probably why he still hates his parents to this day. All of his thoughts were a jumble inside his head he needed time to sort them all out. The nightmares were beginning to affect his every waking moment and he could not stop them from happing. Byron needed to get ready for his night out with Rachel; he had already showered for the day so he dressed to impress this was the same old routine for him now. It was scary to him that he falls into the routine so quickly after almost getting caught with Krista. Byron was not about to let that happen again. This time was going to be different this time he had every little detail planed out to nth degree. Byron went over the list in his head,” first I will befriend Rachel and get to know her kids. Second he would invite her to go away for the weekend but only one of them would return. Third the kids would be his all of them and they would go to Charlottesville to the hose witch he would make sure was empty before Byron put his plan into motion”.
“It wasn’t much of a plan right now he thought but it will be, oh it will be”. The plan wasn’t fully realized yet but Byron’s mind was working overtime on that very thing. Byron was ready for his date if you would call it that what it was more like a lustful obsession with little girls. He went out going to the bar that they had met in and when he arrived Rachel was waiting for him. Byron thought for a moment to himself “ I have to stay with the plan that is in the back of my mind “ his conscious would not let him forget it not in a million years. Then he suddenly came back to reality. Rachel was speaking to him and his mind was somewhere else. He caught himself drifting and said “ I m sorry what did you say, I did not catch that last sentence”. Rachel repeated what she had said to him “ I was saying what do you do for a living “. Byron under stood what she was saying this time and replied that he was into real-estate which was a lie but she did not know him as far as she knew he was just some guy that she had meet one night in a bar. Some how she inherently trusted him, “ little did she know that he was a low life scum bag that was only in it to meet her kids so he could take them form her after he had disposed of her body”. It wouldn’t be that long before he could act on his obsession with young little girls. Byron shifted the conversation to her two little girls, “so what are your daughter’s names” Byron asked and Rachel said that her children’s names were Tracy and Janna. “Their lovely names Byron replied. “ “How old are they”. He prodded her with out thinking about what he was saying. Rachel was a little timid to answer but she did anyway “there nine and eleven” she had finally told him. There meals had arrived by this time they ate and drank there way through dinner with some heavy flirting going on in between glances by both Byron and Rachel. Byron could sense that he was going to be asked back to her apartment or house with ever it was. Rachel was loosening up to him and becoming more relaxed around Byron. She had finally said the words that Byron wanted to hear all night “would you like to come back to my place after we are finished with dinner”. “Hell yes I would “Byron thought to himself for a moment but he was thinking “finally I will get to meet her daughters and take them to a place that I could keep them locked away to keep for my own. Bryon responded that would be “all right by him”. Rachel was dieing with anticipation to get this guy whom she hardly knew into the sack to test what his love making skills were like. Byron kind of knew what was going to happen next. Therefore, he went along for the ride but all the while he was thinking about Tracy, Janna and Krista. How he would keep them locked away in the basement of the house in Charlottesville, for his personal pleasure. Thinking of how he could get rid of there mothers so he could keep them all for himself.
Rachel and Byron left the restaurant and headed back to Rachel place wherever that was. Any man could see the raw unbidden lust in Rachel’s eyes they were longing for good hard sex after they got back to her place. Nevertheless, Rachel’s thoughts were of her children right at that instant she would have to wait until she had put them to sleep for the night and then the real fun could commence. The night was still young Rachel thought and we could have sex all night if he liked. When they reached her three-bed room apartment she put the key in the door and opened it and the baby sitter was asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on either side of her. Byron thought she couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen at the most sponge bob square pants was on nick toons and the baby sitter stirred from her slumber when she herd the door opening. Your home late, still have asleep she got up and grabbed her coat to leave, Rachel paid the girl and she left closing the door behind her. Rachel woke the children for a moment and they got up and shuffled to there rooms. Byron thought of them lustfully how he could imagine running his hands all over there little bodies, but Rachel had other plans for him this night.
Rachel said “have a seat Byron and make your self-comfortable, now that the kids are asleep its time for the adults to play”. “I will be right back; I am going to slip into something more comfortable”. Byron’s mind began racing “exactly what did she mean by slipping into something more comfortable”. However, Byron knew by the look in her eyes what she was thinking. Although it was only a few minutes that Rachel was gone Byron knew what was going to happen next. Rachel entered the living room of her apartment with a bottle of Champaign in one hand and two glasses in the other. Rachel was wearing a black see through gown and her large breasts heaved beneath the material of the gown. Her nipples began to stiffen as the black gown flowed down her curvy body. Byron had to force himself under control, but he had no interest in what she was about to do to him or him to her. What he was thinking about to get himself aroused was the thought of laying in bed with both of her kids after her had pleasured himself with the thought of what he was going to do to them and with them. Rachel eased down beside of him and began to tell him what her intentions truly were. This disgusted Byron and his thoughts drifted back to her hot little girls that were probably fast asleep by now. Rachel poured the two glasses of Champaign and she downed hers in a single swallow. Byron slowly sipped the liquid that was placed in front of him Rachel began speaking but Byron was some where else in his mind, and nodded at the appropriate times shaking his head yes and no as she prompted him to respond to what she was saying. By this time Byron was like a rock and ready for what ever she intended to do with him but his mind was thinking of the little girls that were sleeping in the other room. Rachel tugged at his belt around his waist and finally managed to loosen it enough to slip her warm hand inside of his pants. She stroked his member until it was even harder than before, and Rachel commanded that he remove his pants, so Byron obliged her but was thinking to him self “just get it over with already”. Rachel intended to take her time with him and enjoy every little second of the first sexual encounter she has had in almost two whole years of pent up sexual depravation. Which she was planning on releasing all of it on this garbage heap of a man? Rachel was about to do something that she would regret for the rest of her life. When Byron finally got what he wanted out of her, her children so he could take them away form hear and hide them away from the rest of the would and no one would ever find them.
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A Quiet Walk in the Country

I don’t live in the big city. “Out in the county” as people around here call it, you can leave your house unlocked and know it safe while you are not there. You can take a walk around the neighborhood at night without fear. There are no gangs. No rapes. The worst crime to be committed in our little village in the last 10 years was when 3 teenage boys broke open a Pepsi machine and emptied the coin box. That’s how it is supposed to be. That’s how it USUALLY is.
I am a 51-year-old Caucasian male. I have never been victim to any crime greater that being shortchanged a quarter at the grocery store. I used to be excellent shape. I was always athletically inclined. I was into karate, bicycling, hiking, horseback riding, archery, baseball, football, basketball (these last 3, playing, not sitting on a couch watching) and still look in good shape for my age.
That was before the arthritis started in my hips. Now my only exercise I get is walking. Any day the weather permits, I walk the quiet little country roads. I walk up one and down another, usually walking a total of about 10 miles during midday. Sometimes, when my hips are feeling young, I’ll walk through one of the wooded areas and take in some nature. This was one such day…
At least, until I came across a group of young men using the woods to have a private party. I approached the group. People around here are friendly. I know most of them after living here the last 25 years anyway. I got a little concerned as I approached and saw well over a dozen Harleys parked in the clearing. Everyone there was wearing a leather with the word “Outlaws” sewn to the back along with some sort of graphic I couldn’t make out. I decided it would be prudent to go around and not make my presence known. I quickly chose a different path. As quickly as my sudden flare up of arthritis would allow anyway.
“Hey Pops! Don’t run away. We won’t bite you. Come join us.”
I told them my arthritis was acting up and I needed to get back to level ground. “Thanks anyway.” I said as I turned and took a step. That is, tried to take a step. My shoelace caught on the fallen branch I was stepping over and I fell to the ground on my right hip, leg bent in a painfully awkward position. Nothing broken or even sprained, but my hips hurt like a motherfucker. Pardon my language, but it hurt worse than any other words could describe. As I tried to get myself up, 2 of the young men came over to help. They seemed very nice.
“Hey old man, if your hip is bothering you, why don’t you party with us ’til it feels better. We got pot, coke, beer, Jack Daniel’s. Something’ll make it feel better. Fuck, one of the guys could even give you a ride home,” said the largest of the group.
As I got closer, I realized the one speaking used to be a neighbor kid. Jamie, Jamie Sheridan. A lot bigger and meaner looking than the last time I saw him. I started to relax a bit, after all, Jamie had always been a good kid. I reminded him of whom I was. Oh, yeah, he remembered. Yeah, I stilled lived in the same house. I relaxed a bit more yet.
No stranger to recreational substances, I partied with the guys. It was far more fun than I thought it’d be! I had a great pot/cocaine/beer buzz going. I was sociable as hell. My hip was feeling much better, but I didn’t feel like leaving.
I should have followed my original instincts.
I was so fucked up, I didn’t even notice how odd my beer had started to taste. These guys were telling stories and I was listening, laughing and just feeling comfortable around them. Too comfortable. I’ll never know what it was that had gone unnoticed in my beer. I just remember getting a hardon that wouldn’t go away. Jamie said something about being horny (fuck, he REALLY had gotten bigger since I last saw him!!). Man I was fucked up. I told him I could use a little sex myself. “That’s good, cause you are about to get plenty of it” Jamie told me.
Jamie stood up, dropped his pants and told me to suck his cock.
“What’re you fuckin’ nuts?” I asked as I backed away from this big, badass bike gang leader. I instinctively took a fighting stance! Thanks, guys for the coke. My hips are feeling pretty spry, and “I’m no fag. I ain’t sucking nobody’s dick! I appreciate the party boys, but I think it is time for me to get going”. As I backed away, my rear foot touched another. I shot a back kick straight up under his chin.
It had started. Before it was over, 6 of those young men would never touch me again, if they survived. Another 4 had breaks of major bones and would no longer be able to fight. The remaining 7 overpowered me. 4 of them held me down, while the remaining 3 took revenge for their “brothers”.
One, seeming to like, or dislike, my face, kicked me in it repeatedly. I didn’t know it at the time, but my lower jaw was broken in 3 places. My right eye socket was crushed, all my front teeth kicked out. My nose broken, pointing to the smashed left cheekbone.
Man #2 has a preference of breaking each rib in 2 places with his cleat covered boot tips, while the last took a hideous pleasure in trying to break my testicles. He said so. I broke his best friend’s pelvis, he was going to break my balls. He ended up getting even for his friend’s pelvis in the process.
As someone lifted me off the ground, I heard Jamie say “All you had to do is suck my cock, well, all my friends too. And take it up the ass by maybe half of them and no one needed to get hurt. We got you horny enough, you’d have had fun at the same time.” I had to admit to myself that as beaten and broken as I was, I was still fucking horny. And the idea of sucking every guy here was starting to sound really good. “Now, you’re gonna do it anyway, but after what you did to my crew, you’ll be lucky to live through it.”
They laid me face down across a big boulder. Someone took of my pants. He gasped as my genitals pulled loose from my underwear, bouncing my agonized balls off the boulder’s surface. The same someone bent each leg and pulled up along the side of the stone. To onlookers, I must’ve appeared to be a jockey riding the big rock in a race. I got pulled forward until my head hung completely.
Once again, Jamie’s voice penetrated my veil of anguish. “Here it comes Pops,” were his words as he grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head until my broken mouth fell open. That close to my face, I was able to make out his cock through my bruised, slit eyelids. It looked very much like my own, making it 6.5-7 inches long, 1.75 or so across. His balls hung higher than mine. The years, and my addiction to binding them tightly, have taken a toll on my sack and its residents.
His cock plunged to its base in one, swift, punishing motion, pressing my already broken nose more flatly against my busted cheekbone. Jamie apparently didn’t need to work up to stride, he hit it right away, pulling back until it almost passed out my lips, only to ferociously pound it back into my nearly toothless ravaged oral cavity against my face so hard as to make it bounce of his pelvis. I try to gag each time he plunges in, but he just pushes harder. His tempo increases with my discomfort.
Soon I feel my mouth drooling frothy saliva, almost gushing as a defense mechanism. Someone off to my left has a hand under my chin and is harvesting the drool. He is using it to lubricate my asshole. Considering his lack of any form of gentleness, I’d guess his only concern is in not friction burning his dick. He harvests saliva several more times before pushing the head of his very hard pecker against my virgin shithole and shoves it straight in as far as it will go. It must not have gone all the way in as he kept pushing and grunting and making me feel as though he is going to tear through me. Out to the tip, for a running start, slam it back in as hard as he could, over and over. The pain was unbearable, I passed out.
Something hot and wet permeating my unconscious drifting. Splashing all over my face. “Bull shit, you’re passing out on us! Fuck you! You beat my boys, some still out of it and you think you’re gonna sleep through your punishment! Wake the fuck up, motherfucker!” Oh God no. Some of them are pissing on my head and face and in my mouth. Something thick in slowly making its way out the corner of my mouth. I move my head. Someone holds my eyelids open and the piss streams get directed to my eyes, making them burn all over.
“Alright, he’s awake. I’m next!” big fatass comes to my face. He backhands me as hard as he could across my face. “Break my arm, willya, pieceashit. I was the one that was gonna give you a ride home, you ungrateful motherfucker. All I wanted in return was a piece of your ass. Now I want a piece of your dick as well”. With that, he pushed the guy that was fucking me completely away. He came out with a very audible “POP!”. Fatass pulled out a butterfly knife. He was so graceful at opening it, I know I either broke the wrong arm, or Fatass was bi-dexterous. Either way, I was not able to prevent him from cutting off my cockhead and rubberbanding it to my face where my nose is supposed to be. And he went to my ass a proceeded to stick his (fortunately for me, shorter) penis in my pooper and fuck me for all he was worth.
Meanwhile, the guy that had been up my ass came to my mouth to finish. Oh yuck. My shit was all over it! Fucking disgusting! I consciously realized at that moment that this guy wasn’t wearing a condom. My disgust didn’t matter a bit to my assailant, he just started fucking my mouth without a care. All 7 healthy attackers and 3 of the wounded ones took turns sadistically raping me from both ends. One of my seriously wounded adversaries gained a measure of consciousness. When asked, he whispered something in Jamie’s ear and died.
“Horse said to stick a JD bottle as far up his ass as we can and beat him until it breaks.”
I tried to move. I was too badly beaten and decades out of peak fighting condition. All I could do is keep lying on here on this boulder while they forced the bottle up my ass. I know they punctured intestine in the process, but that didn’t matter because the beating all that could gave me in the lower back with large branches and bottles did far more damage. The fragmented glass would never come out safely.
They gathered their wounded and bikes and rode off. Before he left, Jamie bent down and said “Gee Mr. Greenlee, all you had to do was give us head and tail. No one needed to get hurt. Let alone die. I always liked you when I was a kid”.
That was the last one was of them. The sun was still up then. Odd, I was feeling so cold before. Now, it is so warm… pleasant… Must be… indian… sum…

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An Anal Awakening

This is a story about a young teen constantly being dominated by his younger sister. One night, he decides to take action.

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A Brother’s Enjoyment (Revised)

While growing up, my brother was always very authoritative over me. When we were young kids and when we were washing dishes, he would pull my undies down exposing my ass. Then as I got older and started wearing a bra, he hated for me to wear one. He would skillfully pull the back until the elastic wore off so I would not wear one but our parents would always buy another pair for me.
Since I enjoy being naked especially in my bedroom. One day he barged into my room and I quickly grabbed my blanket. He knew that I was very sexually active, but it was awkward that my brother would pull my blanket sway from me and leave me standing naked before him, which was the first time he saw me naked at the age of 19. I spat in his face for that matter. He was angry about something that I did, and was having a bad day or a combination of both. I could care less what he was saying but I wanted him out of my bedroom. I guess he was pissed since someone else did his sister, but it was not one of his friends, thank heavens. He called me a slut, whore, and a bitch.
The second time he barged into my bedroom I had no time to grab my blanket. He saw me naked which I didn’t care since I am not ashamed of my body. I knew that he wanted to handle his sisters big tits as well as my snatch since he was mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me..
Now going back to my brother, I saw his bare ass in the shower, it was hot to see. My cunt was sure wet and my tits were hot as I went in to pee. My brother is 13 months older than me. His chest is so fine and very suckable nipples. Perhaps he was turned on as he heard me pee and perhaps watched me as he showered.
After finishing his master’s studies, boy, his head sure did swell up. He got very dominate on me. Our mother knew that I was taking the pill, but he figured I was taking the pill to be a slut, whore, and a bitch. Since I was hardly home, his dominance turned into violence where he beat me up. I could take in his infatuation, but beating me up was another thing. At that time we were in our late 20’s so I left and went over to my boyfriend’s place, Lance, and as we showered, he saw bruises all over me. We didn’t have sex that night. Rather he just held me and comforted me until I had fallen asleep.
My brother even hated me more when I married a black guy, Eric, and saw me as a dirty slut whore bitch. Mind you, my brother is very prejudice especially to black people. He still thought of me as a dirty slut whore bitch and would never change.
After my divorce and prior to our mom’s death, he got very abusive and I just left but when I returned home he was filled with fiery darts. I told him to go back to his place and cool off. He could sure hold a grudge and needed his view point heard loud and clear. He continued on with his tantrum and I went upstairs to hide.
Shortly after our mom’s death, he was sleeping in the other room. I came to him and not knowing where his head was placed though I could have patted him down. This would just upset him. I hugged his mid section and told me where his head was. This time I was aroused but I held back since I was running late from work. I left the room and he got out from the sofa. He decided that he would take me to work.
Whenever I was around him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells since he never did change when I finally left home and turned him in for what he did. He is making sure that I would be responsible for what he did to me. Many times, I have wondered what he would be liked sexually since he has that quality of being domineering and authoritative. He appears to be a breasts man and love to always focus on my big breasts.
Several times, I found myself naked when I woke up since I would remember wearing a moo-moo but nothing underneath before I went to bed. But out of respect for my family, I have to be clothed when I am around the house, but not in my bedroom. Well, at any rate, I was naked which I thought nothing of it. At least he must of have fun seeing me naked and perhaps played and sucked my big boobs and took a sniff of my cunt.
One day he barged in my room and saw me fingering my cunt and he was turn on by this that he just stood there frozen with his mouth dropped open. I did see him there but I was busy getting extremely wet. I saw his mid section get bigger, he tried to hide it. Laying there naked as I licked my fingers before him and massaging my big boobs. His friend, Vern, entered the room and his mouth also dropped. My brother asked me a question but had troubles asking me since he was dumbfounded. His friend was turned on and took no change to unzip his pants. I offered to suck his cock and had he could do anything to me. Vern obliged as my brother protested for him not to since I was a slut. Vern ignored him as he was getting the best job cock sucking ever. Before long, he relented and joined in with Vern.Feeling their hands exploring my body, especially for my brother. At least this was better than him hitting me.
He ordered for me to be totally naked when I got home, but he would select the clothes I would wear for day down to my bra and panties as well as for the foods I eat. When we were out, he did not want me to wear a bra and panties. He would say, “slut, go and get the mail and I want to see you naked. Then when you return, suck my cock as I read the mail. My friends are coming by and I want you to entertain them, as he grabbed my hair.”
He said “bend over bitch, let me see that dirty fat ass of yours.” He said, “mmmm,” as he took a big dildo and rammed it in dry. Then he took another big dildo and rammed it dry to my cunt. He told me to stand up as he placed a clit clamp as well as nipple clamps on my chocolate chip nipples. Just to prepare me for his friends, he spanked my ass as he pushed both dildo in more and said, “you love that bitch, tell me that you want more and you will call me master, you got that bitch.” I nodded and he said, “bitch, I can’t hear you.” In a low tone, “Master, I want more.” He said, “I can’t hear you as he cracked the whip and whipping me in my ass and my boobs and you better give me the idea that you enjoy and want more, so tell me bitch.” In a freighted voice but with a confidence tone, I said, Master, please, I want more and I am going to enjoy every bit of it. He said, “Good, we got that straight and you know my position here.” As he continually reinserted both of the dildos and said good girl bitch and pulled them out. He directed for me to clean them off which I complied.
His friends arrived and said the slut is ready. He hooted and tie me down and used me for their pleasure as they blindfolded me. They were three including my brother. I had two cocks in my mouth and swallowed their cum, one on my boobs and one in my cunt. They changed where I had two cocks still on my mouth and one in my ass and one in my cunt. I had to cum each time for them as they fill my twat with their nectar. All called me their cum slut. They were so pleased but the night was not over yet. I begged for more double penetration as I continued sucking their cocks. They took turns whipping me until I wan not able to tolerate it anymore. One whipped me on my ass as one stuck a dildo in my ass. One sucked my clit while the other tug on the clamps.
When they were done, they untied me me but kept the blindfold on. They said, “you are going to suck and clean our cocks clean, bitch and get on your hands and knees. You will be guided as a dog as you clean our cocks clean. Then we want to watch you play with yourself and we are going to fuck the shit out of you, bitch as you clean our dicks clean, got that you whore.” I replied “yes, masters, as I fingered my cunt and inserted a dildo that they threw at me. Unknowingly, I heard and felt something in my cunt. They took turns with the remote. They ordered me to stop and not to cum just yet. One pulled me over to him and fucked me doggie style and they all took turns fucking me doggy style.
It was getting late and I fell asleep on them. They let me rest but they said we aren’t done with you bitch, so rest up bitch. It was early and the first one entered my room and told to go to the bathroom to clean up. He stood at the door and watch me . When I was done, he pinned me to the wall and sucked my nipples and grabbed my twat. The second one wake up and said, “Hey, let me have a piece of the slut too.” Then my brother woke up and said after we eat, but she has to cook and you and man handle her and I want to watch you guys to her and you can do whatever you want to her. But you got to introduce yourselves to her. John, Bob, and Jay.
After cooking breakfast, John, Bob and Jay took pleasure of me eating and sucking my cunt and sucking their cocks. Then they fucked me and went home.
The End.

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Fantasm

The day I died

Basically just a wierd fantasy of mine, if you like the story I might make more… PS I hope it never happens to me though…