Message-ID: <32048asstr$998169004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <terri_madison@hotmail.com> From: "terri madison" <terri_madison@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F151R9Odutox7nyeKzG000091de@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 16 Aug 2001 12:00:48.0405 (UTC) FILETIME=[1671E450:01C1264B] Subject: {ASSM} Prey (nc, short) Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 17:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/32048> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Prey You stumble blindly through the woods, your heart racing. As you plunge through another thicket, more thorny brambles reach out to rip at your naked body. You cover your most sensitive areas as best you can as you plummet ahead. How far behind you are they? 200 feet? 20 feet? You don't dare stop to look. Briefly, your thoughts return to Katie. A pang of guilt overtakes you as you think about what might be happening to her right now. As you fled the campsite, your last glimpse was of your younger friend surrounded by about a half dozen of the men and being forced to her knees. Then, you were running, picking your way through the dense folaige, the "advantage" of your two-minute head start effectively negated by the 5" stiletto heels you were forced to wear for this ordeal. Poor Katie--she'd had nothing to do with your stealing money and a boyfriend from Angela. Yet, now she's back there paying the price, you reflect with shame and guilt. Part of the price, anyway... Abruptly, you're snapped back to reality as a branch whips you in the face. Involuntarily, you cry out--and soon thereafter, you hear renewed yelling and whooping not too far behind you, as the hunt continues with renewed fervor. "GET THE BITCH!!!" You immediately recognize the female voice as Angela's. Fear clutches your chest as you recall her words to you as this cruel hunt began--as she showed you her favorite sex toy, nearly as thick as her fist, and explained to you where she was going to put it when she caught you... http://www.terrimadison.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+