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Damn, guess what I forgot to do!!?? Sorry guys...time is not on my side at the moment. I'll have to do it later.

Argh!!!! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/biggrin.gif

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Ski
Last of the Freelance Drinkers
Greatest sword fighter in Michigan
The man in the black Trans Am
Miral's Slave

Good lord.....

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Ski
Last of the Freelance Drinkers
Greatest sword fighter in Michigan
The man in the black Trans Am
Miral's Slave

The memory was all too much and she sank to her knees. She felt helpless. Hopeless and lost. Her world was spinning out of control. He was gone, but he was here. She could feel him pinning her to the floor again. She could feel his knee between her legs. A pressure that wouldn't quit. She started to cry again. Her body curling up into a ball on the floor in her room. She had told him to stop, but his eyes burned and his hand found her mouth and pressed it. Shutting her up. His other hand exploring her folds, forcing her legs apart. She struggled and he didn't relent. Her screams muted by his hand. Her orgasm brought on by the other.

He looked into her eyes as she came. His face distorted by the idea of his power. Distorted from the pleasure that he had forced upon her. He pressed his mouth to her breast then. He sank his teeth into her flesh and she arched her back and his fingers were lost again.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the floor in her room. She stared at her ceiling. "No!" Her scream pierced the silence before she knew what happened. She remembered her hands finding his throat. And she remembered scooting out from under him and running, but he was faster. He caught her after ten paces and she was on her face at twelve. She was able to scream and she mad sure it pierced her own ears. That's when he gagged her with his tie and beat her. His hand, his belt, even his foot made contact. She cried and almost suffocated herself. All she could do was lay there. He kissed her softly. He licked her madly. He bit her harshly.

She stood in her room. She remembered grunts and moans. The forced pleasure between her legs. His hot breath on the back of her neck. He would say things to her while he fucked her. She remembered every word. She remembered every phrase. She cried the whole time. His tie wet with her tears. After a while he stopped and tenderly brushed the hair from her ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She became angry.He growled into her ear. She struggled. He bit her ear and slapped her. "Bitch!" His scream of rage was incredible. He held her hips harshly. She struggled to get away. He held her fast. She knew what was to come.

She went to her window and stared down at the park from her apartment. She hugged herself as her knees became wobbly from her memory. She could almost hear him struggling to say her name. She began to sob as she remembered his hands gripping her hips. And she remembered him tugging her onto him. And his voice. The phrase that scared her so much. "I'm going to butt-fuck you, bitch!" He grunted something else. Then his voice became frighteningly soft. "It's what you deserve."

She put her hands on her ears as she heard herself scream again. Felt herself being ripped apart. "No!! No NO NO!!" She held herself up by the sill, barely. Her knuckles were so white. Her nails dug into the wood. She remembered the strength it took to break free. And run again. This time success was hers. She ran as her hands reached for things. Items that she knew well.

She exited her bedroom. Her body shook as she stopped at the end of her hallway. Her living room was a shambles. Things broken, ripped and blood splattered. She remembered her mothers ashtray finding her hands. And that same item swinging around to find his jaw. The crunching sound was almost exhilirating. The look on his face was priceless. He fell to his knees and she kicked him. She threw the ashtray at his back and he fell forward. She remembered rushing around to find things. She wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her. She wanted to fuck him over, too. He lay there broken, but amazingly alive and conscious. She straddled him then and grinned evilly. He screamed and cried and passed out when he orgasmed.

She stood in the doorway of the living room. His presence still there. She could hear his raspy breath. Blood had filled his lungs. She smiled now. Her eyes distant and uncaring. She found him behind the couch. "You little rat bastard. You had enough strength to crawl?!" He cried. And she knelt beside him. Her face became compassionate for a second and she walked away. She came back with clothes bundled in her arms. She threw them down, picked up a piece of broken glass. She straddled him again. The crotch of her white panties red with his blood. She closed her eyes tightly and began to slice. Her strokes were long and slow and he screamed. She stopped. She stood and took her panties off. He watched, his eyes wide. She put her hand between her legs and sat on his waist again, pinning his hands. She shoved her panties into his mouth gagging him this time. She found her piece of glass and slid the flat side of it across his jawline almost lovingly. She began to masturbate. He felt her hips rocking slowly. And he watched that piece of glass glide across his chest...laying it open.

"It's well we cannot hear the screams that we create in others' dreams."
- edward gorey

I wonder how many women and men have fantasized about the same sort of vengeance on their attackers?

Well, I cn say I'm one of those....wouldn't have wrote about it, heh

*speechless*

damn.

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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter.
The one called "brain" and "brainflakes" and....
Officially declared "cute".

"Hope y're not squeamish. Having said that, it's not so bad. Nothing compared to "She Thinks..." ! "--Ersby

Starkyld, scares old debate partner/dissection partner/project partner/quiz bowl co-captain/valordictorians.

I'm tired of the silent majority. Silence equals death.