Monday September 16th.
For about two months I have been in contact with an e-mail pen pal from
Kentucky. She is 22 years old, single, and live with her mother. I told her
that I was 25 years old, and she had seen my face on the web cam, which had
supported the lie of true older age. I have finally able to have a date with
her without her mother ever seeing me; it would be the last date she ever
accepted.
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The day is a perfect day for hiking with mild temperatures; a slight
breeze; and partly cloudy skies. I met my Internet friend Colleen at her house
whiles her mother was at work. During our discussions over the Internet I found
out a few things about her. Her ex-boyfriend was the last and only man she had
sexual activities with, and they parted ways after a huge argument. She enjoys
the freedom of her breasts moving so she never wore a brassier. When it comes
to sex, Colleen is not interested in doing it with me currently. However, she
is interested in trying anal sex and fisting one day. Little does she know that
the one-day will be tonight.
As we traveled to a state park in Illinois I deliberately took the back
roads. There I can easily make an assault on the girl without the danger of
being spotted or interrupted by a passing vehicle. We were in my enclosed van,
and as far as she can tell, I used the back for storage of my astronomy
equipment. Hidden on the left side of the driver's seat is an egg shaped Onyx
(a smooth and massive rock) that easily fits in the palm of my hand. As we
approached a four way stop crossing I made sure that no other cars were in the
area, and as Colleen continued to talk the Onyx was driven by the full force of
my arm striking her forehead. The young woman collapsed forward onto the
passenger air bag casing.
The van was quickly placed in the parking mode and I dragged my newest
victim to the back of the van. I've made the decision that she was going to
stay with me and have my child. At home I had a bomb shelter already set up for
her. Colleen was quickly bound and gagged so that she could not move very
easily after she regains consciousness. Knowing that she never wears a brassier
I lifted her green University of Illinois sweatshirt to view her small milk
white breasts and equally small brown titties. I am sure that both will grow
considerably in a few months. Leaving the sweatshirt above her small shoulders
I got back into the driver's and refilled the gas tank at a nearby service
station while she was still out. To stay out of cities and towns I followed a
pre-planned route to Interstate seventy; one hour from the state line; and two
hours from home.
The cornfield surrounded county highway led me to an unexpected surprise of
a broken down car with a beautiful looking nigger bitch. The nigger flagged me
down. My passenger Colleen was still out cold in the back and no other traffic
was in the area. As I pulled over I placed my small derringer in my pocket and
looked at the fast approaching bitch as she quickly walked toward me. She has a
dark brown complexion; big boobs; slim waist; and long slender legs covered by a
white pantyhose. The clothing that she is wearing looks like a nurse uniform
with a light pink (knee length) skirt and a matching color front-buttoned
blouse. She came to me with her story of an overheated car and hoped that I had
a celluar phone so that she could contact her employer. I told her that I did
not have one and offered to see if I can get her car running temporary.
We both walked towards her car with her in the lead. However, as we passed the
end of the van, I brought the barrel of the gun to her temple after forcing her
to stop with my arm around her neck. Her face turned towards me with her brown
eyes opened wide. You are going to step in the back of the van without saying a
word. Unless you want to be found dead on the pavement with a hole in your
head!" The "blackie" done what I ordered and after the left rear door opened
she froze when she seen the now stirring Colleen. Shoving the African-American
into the van I slammed the rear door after stepping into the van myself. The
trembling nigger sat on the deck of the van with her arms raised as my newest
pray begged me to let her go. The reply was a harsh slap across her face before
I ordered her to shut up again. The slap caused her to fall on the floor and I
quickly bound her wrists behind her back with extra electric cord and secured
her mouth with duct tape. After a loss of five or ten minutes I was back on the
road proud of what I found.
No more than 20 minutes later I heard Colleen trying to move in the back.
Our previous Internet chat gave me the impression that she hates niggers with a
passion after her father was murdered by one. We were already on the interstate
and I wanted to instill more fear into the girls in the back. "Do not bother
trying to escape. We will get to your new temporary home in about two hours.
So you might as well as try to enjoy the ride because you will not enjoy what is
going to happen after we get home. Both of you will be my sex slaves during the
next few months and beyond. As you are well aware you may get pregnant after
being raped every day and only that prevents you from being murdered. If you do
not become pregnant by New Year's eve then I will have no further use of you,
but if you do become pregnant then you will be released after giving birth
without the use of medications to ease labor pains. Colleen? I am well aware
of how you hate blacks, but a black pussy is just as fun as a white pussy and
you may just get the chance to avenge your father's murder. Nigger? You and I
have much to discuss before I first rape Colleen this evening."
As I expected both girls continued to try to get free between sobs and
hysterical bursts of non-effective strength. The bomb shelter behind my house
has a homemade iron neck collar with an attached chain to the ceiling. The
length of the chain is such that the only way out of the shelter will be a few
feet beyond the grasp of the prisoner. I also have a second iron ankle collar
that is attached to the far wall by a chain whose length is also beyond the
grasp of freedom. That collar was originally to be used also for Colleen, but
with a second girl both will just have to accept what I lock on them. With
proper motivation I will give them rewards to temporary being released under
proper supervision. Such rewards will be showers or limited freedom in my house
sharing my hospitality.
Finally the long hours were over as I pulled into the driveway that led to
the back of my house. Colleen was the first to be removed from the van.
Struggling with all her might I dragged her out of the van and down into the
bomb shelter. The nigger was left by herself in the locked van.
The bomb shelter is carpeted as well as being finished with heating,
cooling, plumbing, a shower and hot tub, as well as electrical hook-ups.
Colleen was forced down on her belly and pinned by me as I locked the collar on
her neck. "It's too late now Colleen. This will be your home for about a year
and since you told me that you are not on the pill it's just a matter of time
before you carry my child." The duct tape was removed from her mouth and I
groped her small breasts as she screamed for help. My dick got hard as my
pelvis rubbed against her ass. "When I return sweetie you will be raped." I
untied her hands before getting off of her. As I walked out I noticed Colleen
running to me only to be jerked back into place by the ceiling mounted chain.
The slamming of the bomb shelter doors muffled the screams and yelling of
the young woman. The nigger was dragged into the house screaming and kicking,
and she was thrown down on the couch before I got a beer and a sharp knife from
the kitchen. The knife scraped her neck as I removed the duct tape off of her
mouth. She kept quiet as I press the tip of the knife onto her stomach. The
conversation that followed told me that she has been married for seven years and
has two children. Her name is Rachel and she employed as a nurse at a
pro-choice clinic. Most notably to what I wanted to find out, she claimed that
she is midway through her monthly period. I believed her without immediately
checking, as she understood the circumstances of lying and the reward for being
truthful of talking with her husband later in the week. Finally, I permitted
her to limited freedom after releasing the hold of the binding electrical cord.
She followed my demand that she stands up and faced the wall that the couch was
placed against.
Rachel's trembling hands attempted to stop me as I pulled her skirt down to
her ankles. She reluctantly lifted her ankles to have the skirt removed. The
legs moved apart at my command and I caressed the smooth white panty hose and
moved upward to the light blue briefs covering her womanhood. I felt the pad
nestled between her legs, so she wasn't lying about her period. She continued
to unbutton and remove the blouse as I looked for sex toys to give her. As the
blouse fell to the floor I found the toys and looked up toward her. Only her
leopard print brassier and her panty hose and panties were left on her body.
"The bra as well nigger!" was my next command. Her slim naked black body was
very sexually stimulating, and she turned her head towards me to see what I was
doing. A leather collar and a very large dido with waist straps were thrown on
the couch in front of her. As she looked away I removed my jeans and briefs
before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to my body. Following
the orders I gave her Rachel moved my hands off of her belly and placed them on
her breasts. Once there, my palms retracted and crushed the soft dark brown
tissue of her motherhood. "STOP IT! YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Rachel gasped as she
attempted to pull my hands off. I released the pressure but maintained my grip
on her boobs.
Rachel's right ear lobe became the object of nibbling and biting. Every
time she moved her head from a severe bite her tits were crushed harshly until
she realized that a nibble of the ear was much more pleasant than a painful
nipple! "The niggers were once slaves in this country and it's about time that
all the rights that were given to you were removed! White man was generous but
you blackies wanted more and more! Am I right nigger?" She first denied my
whispering question, but the proper painful motivation forced Rachel to agree
with me. I continued my expected demands of her forced captivity, "Then blackie
you will be my private slave. As what has happened to your ancestors, any
disobedience will result in physical punishment and that will include a whip.
You will do what you are told without any resistance, and what free will you had
when you came into this house is now gone until your release or death. Do we
have an understanding?" The new slave nodded her head. After releasing her
breasts my hand forced her to sit in her knees so that she could give me a good
head job. Rachel guided a thick white man's dick into her small black lip
covered mouth. At first I permitted her to suck and wrap her tongue around my
muscle. I had no doubt that she has plenty of experience in oral sex.
Soon after though, I moved my hip to make the head go in deeper to the
point where Rachel gagged. She tried to pull out but a firm grip on her smooth
and long jet-black hair stopped her. I wanted oral fucking! Rachel soon
realized what I was doing as I slapped my dark brown pubic hair against her
face. Her teeth were pressing against the muscle before I pulled on the roots
of her hair. "NO TEETH BITCH! TAKE THE DICK, OR I'LL TAKE YOUR ASS HOLE!"
Rachel choked and bawled as I slammed into her. In only a few moments I felt
the satisfaction of spewing my fluids inside of her mouth. She spat them out
soon after. In disgust I threw her in the kitchen and ordered her to clean up
the mess she made on my carpet.
She started to scrub the fabric of the carpet on her hands and knees as I
sat on a chair enjoying the swaying of her breasts. She never looked in my
direction. But she wiped the tears out of her eyes at the same time she
scrubbed. "Keep up the good work Rachel. You will be talking to your husband
in no time at all. After you are finished scrubbing you can sit on the couch
and watch television for an hour or so." After she did finished she asked if
she could use the restroom. I permitted her with proper supervision of course.
The clear sunny skies were replaced by muggy and cloudy skies after sunset.
Rachel's eyes followed me all through the living room until I decided to blind
them with duct tape. It is more fun when she does not see what is going on. As
she waited blindfolded, I told her of my expectations of her once we go back to
Colleen in the bomb shelter. She heard my movements in the room and the sound
of a plastic bottle being placed down in front of her on the coffee table. The
bottle in question is baby oil. I sat next to her and nudged her face towards
me and Rachel's lips were quivering from fear. Soon though her dark lips were
enveloped by mine. She tried to pull away from me, but my hand at the back of
her head kept her lips locked to mine. As she started to wail, my tongue
entered her mouth causing her to fight more with little success. "Your lips are
delicious Rachel, and I also bet that your pussy lips are just as delicious. I
will find out soon enough. In the meantime I am sure that you have other
interesting objects on your body that I can play with."
I reached for the bottle and first poured a small amount of oil on top of
her right breast then slowly moving to the left as the oil streamed down between
the breasts as well as the top of the left one. My hands helped expand the oil
over the form of the breasts, her entire belly, as well as her thighs. My hands
kneaded the oil on her breasts as they slipped in and out of mine grasp as
Rachel moaned in unwanted pleasure. I forced her down on the couch. The fell
of her oil soaked body was overwhelming and my hard dick prodded into her
panties. I pull them off as I covered her mouth with my hand to prevent
screaming. My manhood easily slid into the moist pussy after forcing itself
through the air-dried blood crusted entrance. As soon as her screaming died
down I removed my hand from her mouth. "Have you ever fucked a white man before
nigger?" I spoke to her quietly. As I expected she never answered. "Be
assured. I just wanted to feel the sensation of your pussy. However, I very
much want to fuck a girl soon and that one will be Colleen. It is the right
time for both of us to see her!"
After I pulled out of her I removed the duct tape off of Rachel's eyes I
did not fail to notice the dark red tissues that were cleaning to my dick. I
wiped them off after I through a clean pad to Rachel to replace the soiled one.
After she replaced it I secured the dido one her pelvis and oiled the
excessively large fake dick. Next the leather collar was placed around her neck
and a leash hooked onto it. Rachel was forced to lead me to the bomb shelter.
I was hoping she did not realize the consequences of what she is about to do.
Colleen is a bigot herself. A nigger murdered her father many years ago for a
few dollars to buy drugs. She needed to be pushed a little more to turn her
anger into murderous hatred and Rachel was going to make that push.
Before we left the house I picked up a handgun and loaded it. Just in case
Rachel decides not to do what I expected. When we entered the bomb shelter
Colleen was attempting to pull the chain out of the ceiling. The bolt in which
the chain is attached to is welded into a steel beam within the concrete. So,
keep on trying to break free." Colleen turned at the sound of my voice and was
first shocked when she saw the mostly nude nigger with the big cock attached to
her. "I thought that you would like to a have a roommate with you. Rachel here
has been raped earlier by me, and if you recall I also told you that I would
rape you when I returned. Rachel is going to rape you first by forcing this
gigantic artificial dick into your ass hole -- just like you told me that you
would like to try sometime. "I DON'T KNOW WHOM THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT
IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET THAT NIGGER RAPE ME THEN YOU GAVE GOT ANOTHER
THING COMING! IF THAT BITCH EVENS TOUCH ME I'LL KILL HER! I'M NOT JUST GOING
TO FUCKING LAY DOWN FOR YOU TO RAPE ME EITHER! YOU MADE A MISTAKE IN KIDNAPPING
ME, A BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!" As she kept hollering I cocked the handgun and
ordered Rachel to rape Colleen.
I could tell that Rachel was unsure on how to force Colleen to take that
fake dick into her ass. So, I moved myself closer to the white young woman.
Instinctively she moved away from me. However, she forgot of the disadvantage
she had with the chain as I yanked her back towards me. Like a dog dragging its
feet Colleen used every effort to keep herself from me. I was doing everything
that I told Rachel to help her. She moved as soon as she saw the barrel of the
gun pointed toward her. Colleen was too much concentrated on me to notice
Rachel getting behind her until she felt her jeans being grabbed.
It is the first girl fight I ever saw, and the stories of the viciousness
of such fights were not false. The button of the jeans was just ripped off when
Colleen went on the offensive. She turned and started to hammer her fists onto
Rachel, before she kicked after Rachel blocked the powerful hits with her arms.
Just as I figured that Rachel is a weakling, she grabbed Colleen's bleached
blonde hair and threw her on the floor face first. "I'VE GOT CHILDREN TO GO HOME
TO BITCH! IF I DON'T FUCK YOUR ASS HOLE THEN I WILL BE MURDERED! IT WASN'T
PLEASANT GETTING RAPED BY HIM, BUT I'M GOING TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL IT TAKES TO
GO HOME!" Rachel yelled at the top of her voice, but Colleen did not give up as
she managed to grab the back of Rachel's black hair. Both were screaming from
the pain and the nigger was the first one to give in as she was pulled off and
she became the assaulted once again.
The viciousness of Colleen's assault became more aggressive as she used her
fingernails on Rachel's face, shoulders and tits. It now became a battle of
supreme strength as both girls rolled over each other with arms and legs
twisting to get the advantage. At one point Rachel managed to force the dido
inside Colleen's mouth in an attempt to choke her into submission, however her
ears were pounded by Colleen's fists causing her to collapse long enough for
Rachel's neck to be wrapped by the chain that held Colleen! I heard Rachel
gasping for air, as the chain became tighter. I could not let Rachel die at the
hands of Colleen and as she continued to strangle the nigger I came around her
and pinned her arms as I pulled her off of Rachel.
An angry Rachel got up and delivered four very hard punches into Colleen's
belly, and with a hard elbow hit by me, she collapsed onto the concrete floor.
This time I pulled Colleen's jeans and panties off. Her bald pussy exposed its
opening as Colleen unknowingly lifted her left knee. "What are you waiting for
slave? You still have to rape her ass hole!" After I rolled Colleen over and
sat on her back I lifted her rump into the air. Rachel did not push the dido in
slowly; she pressed the fake head between the ass cheeks and pushed it in hard
and fast! Colleen's hips fought the violent invasion and she screamed from the
intense pain. Getting off of Colleen I got behind Rachel and guided her hips
into a thrusting motion as I taught her the way of proper "male to female"
fucking. I soon whispered to Rachel to take her white lover to the bed whiles
the dick remains embedded into the anus.
I helped her pull Colleen up while keeping the dido in her. I enjoyed
seeing the pain etched in her face. "What's the matter Colleen? You told me
that you wanted to have a dick in your ass!" We got her to her own bed, and
Rachel followed my instructions of lying down on the bed with Colleen lying on
top of her face up. The black arms held Colleen in place as I dropped my pants
and pulled her legs apart. Colleen soon found herself being vaginally raped by
me. After I finished giving Colleen a semen present I recalled that she claimed
that she was one her period two weeks ago.
The double rape of Colleen was finished for now. I took Rachel to her bed
in the shelter and locked the iron collar to her ankle before taking the bloody
dido off of her. "Be careful of Colleen. There is a spot where both of you can
get to each other. That spot is the toilet and the shower. Otherwise, she
cannot reach you here or most of the area where you can walk." Returning to
Colleen who was in a fetal position whiles bawling on her bed. I pulled the
sweatshirt off of her with little resistance, however as I once again pulled her
legs apart she started to fight. Only after I threw her onto the floor and
slammed her head onto the concrete she permitted her legs to be pulled apart
again. I pushed my finger into her wet and semen filled pussy, and she realized
that I was going to fist her but did not try to stop me.
I left her on the floor when I was finished. Her clothing, the dido, and
my gun left with me as I stepped out of the door. It's going to be a fun nine
to twelve months. Colleen will be spending the next night with me in the house,
but for now she can enjoy the bomb shelter with the nigger.
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Tuesday, October 22nd.
After holding my guests against their will, and raping them every other
day, I am still waiting for them to become pregnant. Rachel has already missed
her period and I'll be conducting a pregnancy test on her soon. Colleen, on the
other hand, had her menstrual period a few weeks ago and she may be ready to
release an egg for my fruitful sperm.
Meanwhile I have been in contact with an old buddy who just got out of
prison for raping an old geezer. The same bitch who failed defending him ten
years ago is the same one who defended the teen who killed my wife. We are
going to meet at a state park for a little target practice and to make plans to
get a certain bitch this November!
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The "pop" sounds of a handgun echoed in the wooded hills. Although my
buddy Tom could not legally have a handgun he is a good marksman with my 9-mm
semi-automatic. We both shared stories of attorney Kira Miles. She made an
error in defending Tom that sealed his fate in the state prison. I, on the
other hand, knew where she lived and worked.
We were on a trail that is ten miles long and looped back to my truck. I
trusted in Tom enough in keeping my secret of raping at least two women since he
was put in jail and he confided in me that he would love to slam into an
unwilling bitch. "It would be nice if we come across a female hiker out here.
One can hold her down while the other rapes her! But, I do know of a place
where we can peep into the back window of a housewife who exercises in the nude.
Unfortunately, her three dogs will not permit us get too close." Tom was very
much interested in seeing this housewife and he followed me to a spot where we
can spy down on the houses below with high power binoculars.
You can set your watch on that housewife. Everyday, precisely at 10:00 AM,
she comes into the dining room and uses an exercise machine. It's been a while
since Tom seen a live naked woman and we was rubbing his crotch during the
entire thirty minute show. However, as he drooled over something that he could
not have I spotted movement on the trail about a half-mile away. "Tom, lets get
going. I have seen something that will put that dick of yours in good use.
Follow my lead and you can have some delicious leg quarters that are not from a
chicken!"
The trail we walked on is so narrow that hikers cannot walk side by side
but only in single file. I was ahead of Tom when our target came into site.
She is a student from Indiana University if the sweatshirt and pants she has on
any indication. A cotton headband kept her hair in place. The lack of movement
of her breasts with every stride of her running feet told me that she either had
a sport brassier or a very tight brassier on. Tom followed me as I moved to the
left-hand side of the trail and slowed his pace slightly as we moved closer. I
noticed a look of concern on the college kid just before we passed; Tom must be
looking at her body directly. The fool! I had to change my attack plan, so as
she passed me my right arm swung toward the base of her back and struck her
hard. If I attacked her in the stomach then she would be easier to assault.
But she did fall on her knees when I turned around and Tom soon leaped onto her.
He clamped her mouth as she started to scream, "COME ON MARK! LET'S GET CONTROL
OF THIS BITCH! I WANT TO FUCK HER ASS AND PUSSY!!"
I pinned her arms down on the ground and stuffed her mouth with my shirt.
"THE PLAN WAS TO KNOCK HER OUT YOU FOOL! YOU MUST HAVE STARED AT HER THE VERY
LAST SECOND!" Tom had a one-track mind for he yanked off her sweatpants and
panties. As the young girl kicked and struggled, Tom unzipped his pants and
pulled out his huge swollen dick and got down on her. "Damn she dry! I can't
penetrate her cunt!" I grabbed the bitch's legs and lifted them upward and
pulled them apart. "Now try to fuck her." I commented calmly. With a grunt Tom
got into her.
I soon found out that her previous screams also got someone's attention,
because as Tom was raping the college student another female jogger came around
and soon after I noticed she ran off in the opposite direction screaming for
help. Tom looked at me, "STOP HER BEFORE SHE GETS HELP!" I sprinted off to
catch the second jogger who had a head start, however the advantaged that I had
over her was that she kept looking behind her as she ran. That was her reckless
judgment as an unseen low tree branch got into her way and she ran into it.
Those few moments of complete confusion and disorientation were all that was
needed as I caught up to her. I picked up a nearby rock and struck her on the
head to make her unconscious. She is also a young college age girl probably
nineteen or twenty years of age with shoulder length black hair. The branch
produced a large bloody gash on the side of her forehead. I pulled her top off
and ripped it to make a dressing to stop the bleeding. As she continued to be
oblivious to what I was doing her blue sports brassier was also pulled off. Her
small breasts recoiled as the tightness of the brassier was removed. The brown
nipples were large and puffed outward surround by a lighter brown areola.
A few minutes later I was carrying my captured prize back to where Tom was.
He was punching her face hard with his fists. As I got closer he pulled her
sweatshirt and red sports brassier off. "I see you got the bitch Mark. We need
to take care of them permanently since they both seen us. I'm not going back to
jail because of a fucking bitch!!" He pulled his girl over his shoulder and
told me to follow him. I asked him what are his plans, "Mark, whether you like
it or not these girls must die. The forest can hide many mysteries and two
girls can remain missing for a long time. Besides, you and I can have plenty of
fun with them before they die."
We stopped walking about a quarter of a mile from the trail. All four of
us had scratches from the many thorn bushes. Tom dropped his girl on the ground
and got on top of her sucking the large pink nipple breasts. I was uneasy about
murdering the college kids, and I lay my girl down on the ground. I was unsure
on whether or not Tom's girl was alive because she did not react to him as he
crushed her breasts with his hands. He rolled the unresponsive body over and
heaved his large dick into her asshole. My young woman awoke as he fucked the
other lass. I played with her brown puffies as whined, "If you scream or cry
out loud then I'll fuck your ass as well." I warned her as I lifted her up so
she could see the other girl getting ass fucked. Tom was grunting loudly as he
slammed harder into her. "I don't think you have much semen left after raping
her earlier Tom. How about helping me with this bitch by using your dick to
keep her quiet as I fuck her. Then I can help you with your gal if she ever
wakes up." Tom pulled his blood coated dick out of the girl and I dragged the
topless student over to him, where he grabbed her hair and forced her to have
oral sex with him while I forced her pants and panties off. My fingers dug into
her hairy pussy making it wet and falsely giving her the impression that I was
getting her wet to fuck her. Her legs were pulled apart and I aimed for her
tight brown pigment ass hole. As I forced myself into her the girl was
screaming, however Tom's deep mouth fuck muffled her cries.
Minutes later I loaded her shit channel with my own semen. Exhausted I lay
down on top of her back with my dick still in her. She was bawling as Tom
removed his limp dick out of her mouth. "What we need is "Viagra" Mark." He
mentioned. "That way we can have longer erections. How do you like the ass?"
My student was left lying next to the first victim after I got off of her. "It
reminds me of fucking a virgin. Dry and tight! Are you sure your bitch is
still alive?" He checked her pulse on her neck and verified that she is alive.
With my recommendation her rolled her on her back and her pussy was being forced
eaten by the other girl. She preferred to eat pussy then to have her ass ripped
apart again. Eventually, the first girl did wake up from the concussion that
Tom gave her.
Apparently both of the girls knew each other as they snuggled together. I
was rubbing my dick and fantasizing about going after the pussy of my student.
"Tom, I think it's about time that we give the girls some more milk." Tom
smiled before he got up and we both circled the quarry. "Go ahead Mark and
choose the one that you want." I continued to circle them with Tom and spoke
up, "I don't know my friend. We have two very beautiful girls here to rape.
However, there is a pussy that has not been raped and an ass that has not been
filled. I think it will be terrifying for our young guests to see the other get
raped. Do you have a problem of me going first? Then you can do with whatever
you want with the other one." My shoulder length hair friend shook his head and
mentioned that he wants an ass to rip open.
Both of the girls watched me in fear. I told both of them that the one
that I will fuck would get it into her pussy. But, which one? (I added.) I
have already decided whom I wanted. However, I immensely enjoyed making the
girls more terrified. The one that I chosen is my original one who has the
"puffies". She was in a sitting position before I leaped and tackled her down
on the ground. Even after being raped once before she still has a lot of fight
in her. Tom cheered me on as I finally forced her into the appropriate
position. As my penis penetrated her vagina her arms continued to pound my
back. That did not stop me from finishing what I wanted to do! The bitch was
extremely pissed off by the time I got off of her. I pulled the continuing
cursing girl up so that she could see the first girl get her ass once again
ripped opened and filled with the muscle and semen of Tom's dick.
Tom asked me for my hunting knife after he finished. After I handed it to
him he pulled his girl up and deeply slashed the front of her neck. She
collapsed holding her blood spurting neck. The gurgling sound soon stopped and
her body ceased moving. My hand clamped down on the puffy girl's mouth as Tom
approached us with the blood-tinged blade. He thrusted the blade into her
abdomen and sliced downward. Her internal tissues dropped downward before her
legs collapsed on her. She died soon after.
"Relax Mark." Tom assured me. "Many animals and insects are getting ready
for winter and the dead girls will offer excellent protein. Soon they will be
nothing but bleached bones." We left them and we hiked back to my van.
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Friday, November 8th.
Counselor Kira Miles is the bitch who managed to get Tom in prison for over
twelve years, and also defended the girl who killed my wife and unborn child. I
want that young girl by the name of Tara and I'm sure that Mrs. Miles will be
more than happy to help me with the proper persuasion. I'm concerned about Tom,
for as we were sharing a drink together at my house a few days ago he blurted
out the two dead girls names (still not located) while he was drunk. During
that time I was quietly celebrating as both Rachel and Colleen are now pregnant.
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Tom and myself worked on the plan to capture Mrs. Miles. She followed the
same path home each night. I parked near her office in my van waiting for her
to move. Tom is hidden in brush along the highway that she follows with an
assault rifle. He will shoot out her tire when the time comes. At 10:15 PM her
Humvee came out of the parking garage. I contacted Tom via a cell phone and
alerted him, all the time I kept a safe distance behind her. Eventually her
S.U.V. followed the same highway as she always did, and there were no other cars
in the area. "Stand-by Tom we are coming over the hill. Whatever you do, don't
miss!" Tom laughed at my comment before he told me not to worry, but he also
told me not to make any mistakes. I already made one with him.
The rifle had a flash suppressant on the muzzle and the distinctive sound
of the rifle was easily heard on the cell phone. "She's pulling over Mark.
I'll be there in a moment to help you with the bitch!" Our target was out of
the Humvee and going around to the other side of it when I drove over the crest
of the hill. I slowed down and put on my hazard lights. My headlights
reflected off of her light blue and floral patterned dress as the hem fluttered
in the moderate breeze. She also had a windbreaker on. "Need any help ma'm?"
The counselor moved her brown hair out of her face that the wind was making a
mess of, "Thank-you, but I have a cell phone and I just need to call my husband.
I have just purchased that tire. I don't know what caused it to go out on me?"
The hint of uneasiness is in her voice and that can be dangerous. The sound of
movement in the brush heralds the approach of Tom and he jumped out of the
darkness. The rifle he carried was now pointed at the counselor. I brought up
my handgun and pointed at her skull, "I'm afraid Mrs. Miles that you'll be
unable to call your husband." Tom grabbed her forearm and shoved her to the
back of my van after I took her purse from her. Before I opened the back door
he ripped her windbreaker off of her and slammed her against the door. "You
could've have prevented me from spending a long time in that hellhole!"
She was not crying yet, but she turned toward Tom and answered. "Tom,
listen to me. If you go along with this you'll be in jail a lot longer! Let me
go and nothing will be said!" After the back door got opened both of us threw
her in the van. Tom went ahead and tied her wrists as I got into the driver's
seat and we pulled away from the disabled S.U.V. Tom soon joined me up front.
"So, where are we going to rape her? I wanted to screw that ass of hers ever
since I was put away!" I continued to drive as I answered, "Patience my friend.
All in good time. I know a spot where both of us can rape her. DO YOU REMEMBER
ME COUNSELOR MILES? YOU DEFENDED THE TEEN WHO KILLED MY WIFE! I'M GOING TO GET
PAYMENT FROM YOUR ACTIONS! I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR PUSSY UP AS TOM HERE SLAMS
HIS DICK INTO YOUR ASS!" That was not entirely true. She was trying to keep
emotionally strong in the back, "I don't know who you are. Tom, do you want to
spend the rest of your life behind bars! You are a convicted rapist and that
will be held against you when you are caught. You are throwing your life away!
Listen to reason Tom!" I told Tom that it would be a good time for he gives
that bitch what she deserved. He smiled as he walked back toward her. We were
fifteen miles from her Humvee when I found the spot I wanted to park at.
Kira had her mouth filled with Tom's erect penis. He had a strong grip on
her hair as he slammed into her mouth deep enough to make her gag. My hand
gently slapped his shoulder, "I thought you wanted her ass hole Tom?" He shoved
her face away and moved behind her, "Give me a knife Mark. I'm going to show
you a trick I learned in prison." He continued as I handed him a hunting knife.
"Some inmates have a slit cut into their pants to permit a fast and convenient
way of ass rape. Hold her legs, as I don't want to cut her accidentally." With
her legs being forced apart, Tom lifted her dress to expose the pink bikini
panties covered by the dark brown panty hose. Following the crease of her ass
cheeks he made an incision into the fabric with the point of the blade, "Hold
her still, Mark!" He rubbed his dick with oil and I watched as he pushed it
into the incision that he made. "NO TOM! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!
N......O!!!!! GOD TOM, IT HURTS! PEASE STOP IT!
Her screams were so high in pitch that my eardrums closed. Tom was now
fully into her ass hole and he controlled the lawyer by grabbing her hair as he
raped her. His entire weight was on her as she cried and screamed from the
painful agony. He was totally focused on giving the lawyer's ass his milk and
not even paying attention to me. It was a good time to do what must be done.
Tom was too dangerous to be left alone. His drinking and blurting out about the
killing and the rapes will no doubt get us caught. He never seen the barrel of
my pistol pointing at the base of his skull and a single shot took care of this
immediate problem. He died on top of the lawyer with his dick still in her ass.
She was screaming at the top of her lungs when she realized a dead man was on
top and still in her. I shoved a sock into her mouth to keep her quiet.
I drove another hour to near the Illinois State line. It was almost
midnight as I came across the Wabash River and stopped on the bridge. Tom's
stiff body was pulled off of his last victim and I dragged it outside and
through him into the river.
Using ether I put Kira to sleep before I reached my house, and she was
secured to a ceiling chain in the bunker with Rachel and Colleen. Her eyes were
covered with duct tape as well as her mouth. I left her hanging fully clothed
from the ceiling chain through the night as I took Colleen with me to my bedroom
through the night. After fucking her I told Colleen that she was going to help
me in getting information I wanted from the new girl. We slept through the
night after she got raped one more time. I suspected that this might be the
last night that she will be alive. It would be no great loss since she was
being more of a nuisance than anything else. After sunrise I secured Colleen to
her bed in the bunker with her arms and legs pulled apart. About one o'clock in
the afternoon I again visited the girls. Going to Kira I stepped up behind her
and pulled the duct ape off of her mouth.
She asked a lot of questions, and she stopped soon after she felt my hands
caressing her breasts. I slipped behind her keeping my arms wrapped around and
my hands firmly in place on her breasts. "Don't rape me again. Please stop
it... what do you want from me?" She begged in broken words after I released
one of her breasts and placed my finger into the incision that was previously
cut into her panties. "STOP THAT! I DON'T WANT YOUR FINGER IN MY ANUS, OR
ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE!" Of course I did not stop. I pushed more than one
finger into her ass hole. "This is just a friendly reminder of the last dick
that forced itself into you. Tom needed to die. He was just too unpredictable.
I will also rape you in your ass and pussy. Unless, of course, you decide to
help me in locating Tara Lyman." Removing my finger out of her shit hole, the
lawyer's face was pushed up and turned toward my face where I gently kissed her
quivering lips as I stroked her hardening nipple. Her reply was a spat onto my
face, "AND HAVE YOU KIDNAP AND RAPE HER LIKE YOU ARE GOING TO DO TO ME! YOU CAN
FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY ASSISTANCE FROM ME IN FINDING HER!"
Kira yelped from a painful slap I done on her face and hunched in pain when
her abdomen was punched into. I smiled as I seen a stream of pee coming out of
her, "I expected that answer from you councilor. Just as you can expect getting
raped by me sometime. How long though before your spirit breaks? How long will
you grow tired from the pain and torture that you will face by not telling me
what I want to know? Will you go home with bruises from a rape, or be found as
an abused, beaten and tortured corpse? I had no remorse in killing Tom as he
raped you. You are nobody different." She was left standing in her urine
soaked panties as I quietly loaded an audiocassette tape of me raping Colleen.
The sounds were from the first slow rape of Colleen with the volume at maximum.
The sounds were that of her struggle and screams as her clothes were pulled off
and finally as she was being raped. After the tape was finished, Kira's dress
was ripped open at front and I grabbed and yanked her brassier off. I played
with the small breasts and brown nipples. "I bet your husband love playing with
your small titties! What would he think of your nipples if they got burned!
Would her reject you and dump you for another woman with normal nipples? So, I
ask you again...WHERE IS LYMAN!" Again, she refused to answer. I lit a "Bic"
and placed the flame on her left nipple. She recoiled and screamed from the
intense pain. The scent of burnt flesh filled the room.
As my dick got hard from the sight of her breasts I went around to the rear
and lifted her ass up high enough so that I could place the head of my dick onto
the entrance of her ass hole. Yelling in her ear I demanded the information.
She knew where the bitch was but still refused to tell me. She fought as I
drove my dick deep into her ass hole. The screams filled the room from the rape
and from me digging my fingernails into the burnt nipple. Finally, in her
screams, she started to say something about Tara.
The useful information was that she lived on her own and worked at an
animal shelter -- but she claimed that she did not know anything else about her.
I knew that was a lie, because I had to go through Mrs. Miles for my many
lawsuits against the bitch. The rest of her dressed was ripped off. Only the
wet panties and panty hose remained. Her eyes were still covered by the duct
tape, so she never knew of the surprise that I brought down with me. It is a
simple and common tree snake that I keep as a pet. The lawyer had a panic
attack when she felt the snake slither on her shoulders and breasts. I falsely
informed her that the snake is poisonous and again I wanted to know where Tara
lives. The woman was strong willed refusing to answer the question, so I opened
the front of her panties and stuffed the snake into it. I laughed as she jumped
and screamed. I wondered what the snake was trying to do. Perhaps it was
trying to locate a dark place to hide in. The shock was too much for her as she
fainted. Her limp body hanged there and my attempt to get the information
failed -- this time. I lowered her unconscious body and pulled off the rest of
her clothing. My pet snake was attempting to slither into her pussy. I pulled
it out and entered the pussy with a more natural male organ. After I finished
with her, she was dragged to a chair near Colleen and secured. The duct tape
was removed from her eyes and I through a bucket of cold water on her. She woke
up instantly.
Standing in front of her with my arms crossed and my dick coated with both
of our fluids I decided to move the interrogation to another level. "Your pussy
was very pleasurable to my non-poisonous snake and me. I need to shave your
pussy later today. But for now I like to introduce to you two more guests in
the room." I told her about Colleen and Rachel, as well as the fact that they
are two and three months pregnant respectively. I also picked up a ball bat and
struck the bounded Colleen on her kneecaps hard. Colleen screamed in pain
instantly. "I seen how you reacted when I played the tape of her being raped.
Perhaps seeing her in pain will open up your heart more. I'm going to get that
information out of you one way or another. Even if both of these slaves have to
be tortured and die in pain because of you." I saw the reaction on Kira's face
after Colleen screamed from the impact of the bat. Her face was turned and she
closed her eyes. The bat impacted Kira's upper right leg hard enough that I
hoped it would break her femur. "WHERE IS THAT BITCH!", I again demanded. As
her faced wrenched in pain as she answered, "DON'T YOU GET IT! I KNOW WHAT YOU
ARE GOING TO DO TO HER! SHE'S A FRIEND, SHE'S GOT AN EXCELLENT CAREER, AND
SHE'S PREGNANT WITH HER FIRST CHILD! AND YOU CAN GO TO HELL!"
A smile came to my face. "The bitch is pregnant, huh?" My interrogation
is working. "How far along is she?" The reply was a stern, "FUCK YOU
ASSHOLE!" Her body squirmed after I placed my hand between her legs and into
her pussy, "I have fucked you, remember? Both in the ass and pussy." I left
the bat on the floor and went to a locked locker. While opening it I continued
the conversation; "It's a pity that others in this room must suffer from your
refusal to answer simple questions. But, you enjoy seeing other people suffer
from your actions. Tom spending twelve years in jail for rape, and myself
living with proper payment for my loss. How much did you get paid for Tara
getting a slap on the wrist?" As expected, she never answered. I pulled out a
propane canister with the torch attachment and opened the valve. The gas was
soon lit by my "Bic" turning it into an invisible flame. I slowly walked toward
Colleen with it. "Your nipple was painful with just a lighter. Think about how
much pain she'll feel with this torch cooking both of her breasts AND her pussy!
Are you sure you don't want to give the information? It won't kill her, but
there is no way she will get medical attention." Colleen was staring and
begging me to stop, before she looked to the lawyer and tearfully begged her to
tell me what I wanted. In the back Rachel was begging to her as well. As I
lowered the torch to start burning the right breast, Kira cried, "WAIT..."
The lawyer gave me the workplace as well as the home address of where I
should find Tara. It would take over four hours to get to that city, but I
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. However, I also advised her that
if she lied than she would be witnessing the agonizing death of a certain
pregnant woman.
I reached the reported town and after putting on a simple disguise I
stepped in a small animal clinic outside the town. Tara is the only
receptionist and she was definitely pregnant. I told her that I was new in town
and wanted to find someone to check my dog out. During the discussion and small
chitchat I figured out that she was six and a half months pregnant. It will
take a few months to plan the actual kidnapping but I was satisfied that it
could be done.
All the girls looked toward me when I stepped into the shelter, "You are
right Mrs. Miles about your friend Tara. I am sure that I can forcibly take her
away and bring her down here later on. I'll keep my agreement and no one will
die, and I have almost no more use of you." A ray of hope filled her facial
expression. "Than I will be released?", she asked. I was busy untying Colleen
from her binds and made sure her collar was secured on her neck. She attempted
to stand up but her injured knees collapsed on her. "You need some medical
attention Colleen, so you are going to have to trust in Rachel since she's a
nurse. Rachel, I know you hate her and I know that you enjoy your conversations
with your husband. You tell me what you need and I'll get it for you." I
carried Colleen to Rachel before I went to the hot tub and filled it with warm
water. I was deep in thought even with Kira yelling to get an answer from me.
"YES BITCH, YOU WILL BE RELEASED ALIVE! AFTER YOU TAKE A BATH WITH ME." My
thoughts of what I planned to do caused my dick to swell. Mrs. Miles turned her
head as I approached her with my naked body and swollen cock. In my right hand
I carried a re-chargeable hair trimmers of which I trimmed her thick coat of
brown hair between her legs, and as a stubble of hair remained I spread a coat
of shaving cream and warned her not to unless she wanted to get cut by my very
sharp knife.
With her wrists still bound I shoved the lawyer into the tub. "You need to
be clean before you leave Kira." She knew that something did not seem right
because as I scrubbed her upper body with body wash she told me what she was
thinking, "You are going to let me go alive? You are lying to me! You were
never going to let me live...I can identify you as the one who kidnapped me, the
one who murdered Tom..." She could not continue as I pinned her back to the
side of the tub and pressed my soapy chest against hers. My mouth covered her
mouth with a forced kiss. Under water she struggled as my arms moved her legs
apart and my eight-inch dick found its way to the bald pussy. I released her
mouth to enjoy the eardrum closing screams as I forced myself into the water
cleaned and tight cunt. Her fists pounded my body as I tried to fuck her.
However, the force of the water between our bodies as well as her fighting
stopped me from having what I wanted. Her body was twisted over so that her
clean cunt rose above the water. I deliberately had her face over the deep part
of the water. She never saw me putting the bath wash soap on my dick as I held
her in place by gripping her hair. The bitch deserves the crying. In he
background Colleen was screaming as Rachel reseated the damaged knees. "NO!
GET OUT!" The reply was from the intrusion into Kira's dark hue ass hole. This
time I stayed into her and pumped hard waiting for the right time, and as I felt
my balls preparing to release there load I slowed down slightly. "You are right
about one thing Counselor Miles. You have seen too much, and if you were
pregnant than I would have killed Colleen and kept you. What you have done to
me is unforgivable. You deserve a fate worse than death. You are being
released -- BUT AS A GOD DAMN VEGETABLE!" Her face was pushed down into the
water as I continued to slam into her body. My balls bounced off the soft
tissue of her pussy as the young mother and wife fought with all her might as
she was being drowned. I jerked her head above the water as I continued to
smack against her ass. She was choking and coughing. "IF YOU SURVIVE YOU ARE
GOING TO HAVE MAJOR BRAIN DAMAGE. YOU MAY NOT RECOGNIZE ANYBODY YOU KNOW. BUT
YOU WILL BE ALIVE AND DEPENDENT ON EVERYONE FOR YOUR EVERY NEED." Again, I
forced her head down under water as I continued to finish my delivery of cum.
After about another minute with my dick still in her ass her body stopped
fighting and collapsed. I glanced at my watch to see what time it was. The
ex-councilors body was pulled out and gently laid face-up on the carpeted floor.
Time passed and I knew that the brain died in layers with the outer layers dying
first. They controlled the memories and the motor skills. The center of the
brain controlled the automated functions of breathing and heartbeat. Three
minutes after she "died" I started CPR on her. After five minutes has passed I
thought that I waited too long, until her body heaved and coughed out water.
Her pulse was strong and she had regular breathing. I left her on the floor
over night, and when I checked on her the next morning she was still in the same
spot and still alive.
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Tuesday, December 31st.
It has been a few weeks since I released Mrs. Miles. I telephoned her
husband from her own cell phone after I dropped off the vegetable during an
unseasonably warm day. The news media never mentioned that she was in the nude,
but they did mention the fact that she was sexually molested and has permanent
brain damage. The legal office where she was employed at has offered fifty
thousand dollars leading to the arrest of the person responsible. In my
dungeon, Colleen is able to walk around with a cane thanks to Rachel. After
what happened to Mrs. Miles both of my slaves have been easier to handle.
Being New Years eve, I will be going out bar hopping with a 38-year old
Asian co-worker. She is a mother of twin boys and is divorced. Standing five
foot two, with the typical jet-black hair, she has an awesome petite body. So,
while an eighteen-year-old teenager is taking care of her kids I will be taking
care of the mother with date rape drugs.
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I had picked up Sung Lee around 7:30 PM at her house with my van. Both of us
had to wait for the babysitter to come, and when she did come I was surprised
that she almost looked like my late wife except for her shoulder length brown
hair.
Sung Lee was giving final instructions to her sons in fluent English as I
gazed at the body that I will be raping later on in the night. She had on a
snug white cotton sweater and very tight blue jeans. The only thing that I did
not like was that Sung Lee is a flat top when it came to breasts. Perhaps I
could figure a way in taking care of the teen that definitely has a much larger
chest to play with. Sung Lee grabbed her parka and told her babysitter that
she'll get a ride home when we return late in the night.
The final hours of 2002 slipped by and we were enjoying ourselves with a
dinner, dancing, and going from bar to bar. Even though I knew that she was not
interested in sex with me, I was having second thoughts of raping Sung Lee since
she is a fun person to go out with. However, after the third bar we stopped at,
Sung Lee had to use the rest room and while she was gone I flirted with another
girl across the room whom had a very low cut blouse on with huge cleavage. She
smiled at me and stroked her finger on top of one of her breasts before Sung Lee
came back. That got me in the raping mood once again. Sung Lee was becoming
more and more drunk at our table. While she ran back to the restroom again I
spiked her beer with the date rape drug.
An hour before midnight we decided to go to a nice restaurant and bar in
Bloomington to celebrate the start of 2003. Sung Lee was already stumbling to
the van from the effects of the drug. Fifteen minutes later she was out cold.
Instead of going into Bloomington, I took my van into the Morgan-Monroe State
Forest that had numerous roads off the main road that will give us the privacy
that I wanted. Gently slapping Sung Lee across her face verified that fact that
she was unaware of what was going on. Her parka was the first item removed.
Pulling her to the back of the van I quickly removed her shoes and blue jeans.
The jet-black pubic hair is easily seen through her thin white panty briefs and
it did not take too long for that to be removed. With my dick getting harder,
Sung Lee's sweater was pushed up and the brassier got lifted off of her tiny
tits. If it weren't for her pussy I would say that Sung Lee was a man! Her
brown nipples were as small as her boobs and she had no areola. No wonder her
husband left her for another woman!
Her lack of motherhood did not give me the needed excitement to slide into
the muscles of her vagina. My mouth went down to her pussy and I started to
lick it and press my fingers into her. At last I felt my dick harden from the
rush of blood into the organ. Soon I was ready for my last fuck of 2002. With
her pussy wet and relaxed from pre-teasing my hard dick slid right into her.
Although I miss the fun of seeing and hearing her fight the terrible violation
it was the easiest way to fuck a friend. Besides, I may want to screw her again
later on this spring or summer. I cleaned her up after raping her, as there is
no need for her to see semen leaking out of her pussy. I took pictures of her
in the nude to save as a keepsake. Putting her clothing back on I took Sung Lee
back to her home after one o-clock.
Her babysitter must have noticed me carrying her employer to the door since
the door opened before I got to it. She was shaking her head when she saw the
"sleeping" employer. "She had way too much to drink tonight. How about
clearing off the couch for her." The teen went ahead and cleared the couch for
me to lay her down, and as I was straightening Sung Lee's legs out she placed a
pillow under her head and fetched a blanket. "I guess I need to stay here all
night. It's not the first time. I don't know why I keep working for her!" ,
the teen was definitely not in a good mood.
As she plopped down on a living room chair grumbling to herself I went
ahead and gone into the kitchen where I found some wineglasses and a bottle of
red wine. The glass meant for the babysitter had an additional ingredient that
dissolved as soon as the wine filled the glass. I may not be able to pump milk
into her pussy but at least I get to see REAL breasts tonight! "I know that it
is past midnight now and your New Years celebration plans are gone, but permit
me to join you in a celebration of the beginning of 2003. May it be better than
the last year!" She smiled and took the glass that was offered to her. Lifting
it up she said, "Happy New Year to you as well." and drank the whole glass. I
stayed longer and played a few card games with her as we watched television. I
noticed her increasingly lack of concentration playing the card games before she
collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
The removal of the outer clothing did not take too long. The teen had a
front latch black lacy brassier and dark blue bikini panties. The bra naturally
came unlatched first, and I was very pleased when I saw her huge dark brown
nipples and a lighter tone areola that were huge themselves. Her pussy was
almost completely shaved with the exception of soft bristles of brown hair near
the opening. I spread her legs apart in anticipation of putting my hardened
manhood up that luscious and hopefully virgin womanhood.
My rod of domination lost its power after my thoughts went someplace else.
More to someone else. I was right about the teen. She did look like my late
wife -- even her breasts were strikingly familiar. For the first time I lost
the will to rape someone. My digital camera captured the images of this naked
teen, but I could not willfully violate her since she did look like my sweet
Marie. I gently put her clothing back on and moved Sung lee upstairs to her own
bed. Her babysitter was left on the couch before I left the locked house.
The bitter cold air stung my eyes as I searched the heavens for an answer.
There was none of course. Something inside me urged me to release the two
pregnant girls and commit and beg for mercy to the legal system. However, the
anger was still there to get revenge. I won't stop until I have a certain
pregnant bitch in my dungeon and she paid for what she did! For some reason I
looked back to Sung Lee's house and gazed at the living room window where the
teen was asleep, "I'm sorry Marie...I'm so sorry."
