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Subject: {ASSM} Stalking Lea by PRED.  (teen, stalking, rape)
Date: Sun,  8 Sep 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM} "Stalking Lea" by PRED.  (teen, stalking, rape)
 

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Stalking Lea
A High School Honey Gets What She Deserves


	I first came across Lea at the local public library.  She was a
tall, angular, brainy-looking high school beauty with a somewhat shy,
swanlike demeanor, and a turned-up, cum-shot-target nose.  Her torso
was adorned with a nice, firm set of small, pert, egg-sized tits. 
The black, loosely knit sweater she wore was translucent, and I had
no difficulty spying her flat, creamy stomach or the jiggle inside
her lacy, teenage bra.
	She was using one of the internet computers, and her school ID was
sitting on the librarian's desk.  I noticed it there and wandered
over for a closer look.  Rattling off a bogus question to the
librarian, I stole a glimpse downward:

	Lea MacKenzie .. 3/14/83 .. 24001 Rockington Court

All the information a PREDATOR needs, everything but her fucking
phone number.  She was a sixteen-year-old cock teasing cunt, and she
would make quite a delicious kill.  Committing the ID's information
to memory, I quickly excused myself from the desk and jotted down the
info.
  	Unbeknownst to Lea Mackenzie of 24001 Rockington Court, the end of
her sheltered, pampered, suburban cunt existence had just ended.  I
doubt she even noticed me amid the denizens at the library that day. 
Cunts like Lea Mackenzie never do notice us "average guys."  That's
what makes the reign of terror so ironic, and so enjoyable.  A cunt
will wrack her tiny, troubled brain trying to visualize the human
monster responsible for her living nightmare.  They never can,
though, because they can never see us.
	After leaving the library, I went home, logged onto my own computer,
and began ferreting out ever scrap of data I could gather on Lea
Mackenzie of 24001 Rockington Court.  I found a map that showed her
street and even pinpointed her address in relation to the surrounding
topographical features.  I also learned everything I could about her
parents - Tyler Mackenzie, Attorney at Law, and Maureen Mackenzie, a
real estate agent.  Lea had an older brother, too, Jason (17), and a
younger sister named Bryn (11).  I collected this information and
whatever else I could find and started a file on my prey.
	Later that night, I drove over to her neighborhood and cased her
house.  It was a typical, two-story, suburban colonial with a two-car
garage and a barking dog.  I observed the neighborhood while
pretending to examine a loose wire under my hood.  After ten minutes
or so I drove off.
	Early the next morning, I returned to Rockington Court and parked
down the street.  I needed to observe her daily routine.  Only then
would I be able to pinpoint a security weakness and formulate a plan
of attack.  Thus, I sat in my car and waited.
	At precisely 7:30 AM, a blue Malibu pulled up in the Mackenzie
driveway.  Two teenage girls were inside.  Using a small pair of
binoculars, I made a note of the license number as Lea climbed
inside, and the car lurched off towards school.   Waiting several
seconds, I put my car in gear and fell in behind the car, maintaining
a safe following distance and allowing another car to slide in
between us and act as a shield.
	Lea's ride took the most direct route to the High School, not
stopping to pick up anyone else.  The girl driving parked her car in
what appeared to be a numbered, assigned spot, and the girls headed
to class.  My present work done for the moment, I retired back to my
place to research this newest information I'd picked up - namely the
identities of the girls inside the car with Lea.
	With the license plate number, it was merely a matter of contacting
a skip tracer I know.  Correctly assuming that the cunt's car would
be listed under daddy's name with the DMV, I merely told my associate
I was trying to track down the owner of Blue Malibu to determine
whether or not the car could be legally repossessed.
	Less than an hour later, I received a call back and learned the
owner of the Malibu was a Mr. Theodore G. Bruce.  Some more
web-surfing elicited information concerning Mr. Bruce and his family,
namely his teenage cunt daughter Tammy.  The identity of Lea's other
companion was still a mystery, however, but since I'd taken the
entire day tracking down Tammy Bruce I didn't have time to pursue the
matter any further.
	At 3:30PM, with the close of the school day, I resumed my stalking. 
I parked around the corner from the high school and caught Tammy's
car as it puled out of the student lot and headed down the street. 
Once again, staying back at a safe distance with cars in between us,
I followed the Malibu until it dropped Lea off in front of her home.
  	Judging by the looks of the house, my quarry appeared to be all
alone.  I needed to be sure, though.  It was time for the PREDATOR to
emerge from the brush.
	I drove to the nearest Kinkos Copies and sat down by one of their
courtesy phones.  I love this service they provide.  The phones are
tailor-made for the clever stalker.  Anyone can use them, no drivers
license is needed, and they generally by-pass any "privacy manager"
technology phone customers can use to eliminate telemarketing calls. 
In other words, as long as they are not abused, these courtesy phones
are virtually untraceable.
	I dialed the Mackenzie's number.  It rang twice.
	"Hello?" a young female voice answered.  Having heard Lea's voice
only once, I didn't know if this was her or her sister, Bryn.
	"Is the home owner there?" I asked.
	"My dad's not here at the moment, she replied, obviously annoyed.
	"What about your mom?"
	"She's at work, too .."
	"Well, this is Frank, from Safety Replacement Windows calling. 
Would this be a good time to reach your mom or dad tomorrow?"
	"My mom and dad both work," Lea snapped.  "And they don't buy crap
over the phone."
	"Well, I'd really like to talk with them because we're going to be
in your area all this week and next, and .."
	CLICK!
	The fucking cunt had hung up on me!  I chuckled to myself.  This one
was going to be fun.  She had a snotty, spunky side.  She would break
well, making the experience even that much more enjoyable.
	I went back to my car and moved onto step #2.  My drive took me out
to our city's local porno strip.  At "Porky's 24 Adult Video
Supermarket," I previewed some tapes before finally settling on the
purchase of a particularly raunchy vid entitled "Stuff Your Ass." 
The plot was simple - a young cunt is cornered in a pool hall and
gangbanged by a group of "hoods."  The tape contained a little of
everything: abusive demeaning language, multiple penetrations in
every orifice, and the obligatory grand finale cum bath.  Perfect!
	When I got home, I put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves (a must
for the serious stalker .. they have so many uses!), and got to work.
Many months before, I was at a trade show and picked up a very
valuable tool for my terrorist activities, a video called "Gail's
Prom" by a company named Rae Ann's Creations.
	Basically, the video is a sales infomercial disguised as a half-hour
situation-comedy featuring a girl named Gail and her prom
preparations.  With acting that would make even the producers of
"Saved By the Bell" cringe, the video is essentially a plug for Rae
Ann's prom dresses and other accessories.  Since acquiring the tape,
I invested in printing up a thousand pieces of letterhead with the
Rae Ann's logo, video labels with the title and company info on it,
and a small brochure to accompany the video and letter.  Then I
copied the first seven minutes of the tape several times on several
different blank, fraudulently-labeled video-cassettes.
	Now it was just a simple matter of copying "Stuff Your Ass" onto the
end of one these tapes and typing a letter out on my Rae Ann's
letterhead:

Hi Lea,
	It's never too early to start thinking about Prom, is it?  I think
Prom is one of the most important nights in a girl's life.  My senior
prom was a disaster.  My dress didn't fit right, my shoes were too
tight, and my boyfriend's tuxedo made him look like a penguin.  Since
then, I've been committed to helping girls realize the night of their
lives at Prom time.
	I'm sending you this video as a gift.  It's funny, but it contains a
lot of valuable lessons about making Prom the most special night of
your life.  If you have any questions or need any advice concerning
your Prom experience, please don't hesitate to call me.

			Sincerely yours,
			Rae Ann

p.s.  Try to put yourself in the place of the girl on the tape.  A
lot happens to her on her special night, and the all this will happen
to you, too.  Just wait.

	I placed the letter, fake brochure and doctored video into a
protective envelope to be mailed the next day.  Of course, the little
cunt would play the tape unsuspectingly before getting socked across
the eyes with the added footage.  I'd love to see the look on her
face when the gangbanging started.  Would she shut it off
immediately, or cram her fingers up her high-school pussy and get
herself off?
	The next day, I journeyed to the post office to complete the first
part of my mission.  This is often the trickiest part of the terror
campaign.  Using the post office today is dangerous for the serious
stalker.  In the old days, you could just buy postage, stick it on a
package and shove it in the mailbox.  That was before the Unabomber
stuck, though.
	Now packages are not delivered if they are picked up in mailboxes. 
All packages must be mailed from the Post Office, and all Post
Offices are outfitted with security cameras, which record the comings
and goings of all patrons.  Post Offices also mark all their outgoing
packages with coded cancellation stamps that identify the Post
Office, window, employee, date and time connected to the package. 
Surveillance tapes are kept on file with the government for years,
making it easy for them to track down any packages and senders that
violate postal regulations.
	Facing all these obstacles, it would seem foolish to even enter a
post office.  Simple precautions can be taken, however, to assure
anonymity.  The simplest, most effective measure is to merely get
some unwitting dupe to mail the package for you.  I've successfully
slipped shady-looking strangers $20 to mail a package for me.  They
of course, do not know about the Post Office's security measures.
	Another method is to disguise one's self.  I generally choose this
method.  On the day in question, I outfitted myself in the uniform of
a courier service.  I had picked up a basic uniform at a uniform
store several months back, and had altered it slightly with a fake
name patch and company logo.  A baseball cap covered my head, and
beneath it a blonde wig.  I wore sunglasses as well.  The package was
in a pouch with about ten other randomly addressed, junk mail
packages I was sending to various people whose names I'd picked up
online.  Once I got to the window, I dumped the pouch full of parcels
onto the counter so that I touched none of the packages.
	I frequently assume this courier identity even when I'm not
stalking, and just randomly mail junk across the country to people I
don't know.  The cost is dirt cheap, and it establishes an identity
with the postal clerks who wait on me.  My story is that I work for
an office-complex and pick up outgoing express-mail packages to be
sent out from the Post Office.  I even crafted a fake ID badge.
	Twenty minutes later, Lea's package was on the way.  It would arrive
the next day.  Now I could crawl back into the brush and wait.
	For the next few weeks, I left Lea alone.  The porno tape had
obviously shocked her, and an investigation into Rae Ann's Creations
would have commenced.  Of course, long-suffering Rae Ann would
divulge that my abuse of her company's name and promotional video had
been going on for quite some time.  The police may have even
investigated the Post Office, although this rarely happens in an
isolated case.  Even if they had looked at some of the Post Office's
security tapes, they wouldn't have been able to recognize me.  Any
information the clerks provided them would have led them into a stone
wall, too.
 	It was almost a month later, then, when I resumed contact with my
quarry.  By this time, she had certainly put the mysterious porno
tape out of her mind, writing it off as some adolescent prank from an
immature classmate.  On one sunny afternoon, I drove back out to her
high school.  I waited for her to exit the school with her friends,
and then followed Tammy's car to Lea's home.  Then I resumed tailing
Tammy.  She and Lea's still unknown friend went to the mall, and I
tracked them inside.
	Inside the food court, they sat down, and I watched Tammy pull out a
cell phone.  Perfect!  It was a sure bet that after the video
incident, the Mackenzies now had Caller ID hooked up to their phone. 
This would identify all incoming phone calls, thereby alerting the
family to possible obscene callers.  Tammy's cell phone number would
be a familiar number, though, and Lea would not hesitate to pick her
call.  I just needed to get that cell phone.
	I tailed the girls, waiting for an opportunity to strike.  The plan
was simple and risky.  At an opportune moment, I would merely snatch
Tammy's purse.  The maneuver was brilliant because she would never be
suspecting it.  Purse snatching just doesn't happen in suburban
malls, and I would be able disappear into the crowd before anyone
even thought of how to respond.  
 	I decided my best theater of operations would be inside a crowded
department store with a convenient exit nearby.   The girls were
looking at dresses, and Tammy momentarily set her purse down on a
chair as she sat down to try on a pair of shoes.  I casually walked
up, lifted the purse out of the chair and vanished into the crowd.
	She cried out a few seconds later.  By that time the purse was on
the ground, and the cell phone safely in my pocket.  As the commotion
behind me built, I heard someone announce they had Tammy's purse.  I
was out the door, across the parking lot, and safely inside my car in
a minute.  I cautiously left the parking lot and drove to a local
park.
	Parking beneath a deserted grove of trees, I took out the cell phone
and dialed Lea's number, stroking my cock with my other hand.  It
rang twice, and each pulse made my cock grow harder.
	"Hello, Tam," Lea answered, obviously getting the incoming phone
number off her Caller ID.
	"This isn't Tammy," I laughed, massaging my hard cock through my
jeans.
	"Who is this?" she asked, still not frightened.
	"How'd you like the tape I sent you, cunt?" I chuckled, pretending
it was Lea's terrified teenage hands on my rod instead of my own.
	"What?"
	"The Prom video, cunt, how'd you .."
	CLICK!
	The little cunt hung up again.  I got my dick out of my pants and
dialed Lea's number again.  This time the phone rang and rang.  I
could just see her terrorized face sitting there, shaking and maybe
even crying, perhaps.  I stroked my dick and came all over the cell
phone.  The fun was just beginning.
	With the Reign of Terror now officially started, I could afford to
pick up the pace a little.  My next course of action involved another
postal surprise I like to call an obscene letter-bomb.
	In my many travels, I collect many things I know will prove useful
later on.  One time, I came across the opportunity to pilfer a box of
official stationary and envelopes from a nearby state college.  Now I
finally had an opportunity to put my find to use:

Dear Ms. Mackenzie:
	The next few years will be the most challenging and rewarding time
of your life.  The future can be an exciting adventure, and we here
at *** State University would like to help you prepare for the road
ahead.
	It has come to our attention that you are just the type of young
woman our university would love to get its hands on - a fresh, young,
virgin cunt that jacks off her clit every night and dreams of being
gang-raped by a horde of drunken, hard-dicked fraternity studs.
	You FUCKING WHORE!  Let us teach you how to suck cock the right way.
Get down on your knees and start oinking, fuck pig!  You're going to
take thirty, stiff, brutal pricks one-at-a-time down your gasping,
choking throat until you're snotty, stuck-up teenage face is drowning
in a gallon of hot cum.
	How does that sound, FUCK TOY?!  Are you ready to get an education?!

			Sincerely,
				Hugh G. Rection
				President of Emissions
				*** State University

	Knowing that Lea's loving parents would definitely be contacting the
police after my most recent mail bomb, I decided to keep a low
profile the next few days.  Tammy's cell phone would no doubt be
canceled, and all incoming calls to the Mackenzie residence would now
be traced and recorded.  This would probably go for her mail, as
well.  Any letters addressed to Lea would be automatically flagged at
the Post Office for inspection.
	Given the increased security that would now surround Lea, I needed
to move to the next phase .. the CREEPER PHASE.  During the Creeper
Phase, the objective is to continually invade your prey's private
life even though she is being "protected."  This gives the stalker
and almost superhuman quality, while also demonstrating to the prey
that she is entirely helpless to prevent the terror and that her fate
rests solely in her stalker's hands.  I understand from cunts that
have survived such treatment that the effect is nightmare-inducing
terror.
	Admittedly, then, "creeping" is the most difficult and potentially
dangerous element of stalking.  I needed to breach the defenses
surrounding Lea and gain even further access into her private world. 
I now turned to a reliable source .. her high school yearbook.
	A city's public library generally keeps a collection of its
community's high school yearbooks in the reference section.  Another
disguise and a fake ID got me access to these resources, and as I
consulted last year's annual I learned my little Lea was a dedicated
thespian.  I also found out the name of her elusive third friend,
Marissa Weikle, who also belonged to the school's drama club. 
Perfect!
	Going to the High School's Web Page, I scanned the Events section to
learn that Drama Club was putting on a play in a few weeks, Alice In
Wonderland.  I casually mentioned the play to Debbie, my most recent
girlfriend.  Debbie was a clueless cunt with "self-esteem issues" who
had a small daughter, Dawn, age 8.  Dawn was also involved with
acting, and I asked Debbie if she thought Dawn would like to see the
High School's production of Alice In Wonderland.  
 	Debbie became excited, thinking this would be the perfect
opportunity for us to do a "family" thing with Dawn.  She didn't
think it odd, then, when I asked her to get some information on the
play - when it was, where it was playing, the cast, etc.   Like the
stupid cunt she was, Debbie ignorantly did my crucial groundwork with
no suspicion at all.  A few days later, she showed me an advance
program she'd picked up from the school.  Immediately I noticed that
Lea Mackenzie was set to play the Queen of Hearts.  My dick got hard,
and later that night I gave Debbie a thorough thrash fucking,
imagining the entire time it was my Lea whose head was banging up
against the headboard.
	A day before we were scheduled to attend the play, I acquired and
assembled an empty flower box, the long kind that holds roses. 
Inside, I placed single, blood-red rose and a giant, foot-long black
dildo.  The enclosed note read:

Shove this up your tight teenage cunt, you fucking little WHORE!
			You Know Who

I wrapped ribbon around the perimeter and attached one of the bogus
name cards I had printed up with a fictitious florist's logo: Don's
Flowers.  With stencils I inscribed the name: Lea Mackenzie.
	The next evening, around 5:30PM, I dressed up in a modified version
of my courier's costume with a bogus nametag, and strode into the
auditorium.  As students and teachers scurried about preparing for
the 8:00 PM curtain, no one gave another florist deliveryman a second
glance.  I placed my box in the pile with the rest of the flower and
candy boxes from well-wishing parents, friends and faculty.
	Exiting, I stowed my uniform in my trunk, changed into a shirt and
tie, and went over to Debbie's house.  I took the cunt and her cunt
daughter out to dinner, trying to contain my excitement all the
while.  My little Lea would open the flower box, and her entire life
would come crashing down around her scared, doe-like eyes.  I only
wished I could see the stark terror.  Imagining such a scene in your
mind's eye never equals the glorious reality.
	After dinner, we drove to the High School.  It was 7:45, and we took
our seats.  Fifteen minutes later, at 8:00 PM, the show was set to
start, but nothing happened.  At 8:10 PM, the crowd began getting
noticeably restless.  At this point, some limp-dick teacher strolled
onstage and announced that the performance had been cancelled.  He
asked us all to please leave the auditorium, and the audience obeyed
his request in obvious confusion.
	Uniformed policemen lined the lobby and covered the exits.  The
chaos level increased as the crowd left the building.  Whispers broke
out as the audience members were stopped one-by-one at the door and
briefly questioned before they were permitted to leave.  I heard the
words "bomb threat" bandied about, and I smiled.
	The cops were eyeing everyone, looking for anyone suspicious.  From
behind a wall of three uniforms, I spotted Lea tearfully peeking out
at the crowd milling past her.  When she surveyed me, she saw nothing
but an invisible man with a woman and a small girl.  I was certainly
not the lone, sick stalker of her nightmares.
	As we filed out the doors, I noticed a plainclothes man grilling a
group of grungy high-school boys holding skateboards.  The cops had
absolutely no clue who they were seeking.
	Debbie now began conjecturing about what had just transpired inside
the auditorium.  Dawn was upset, and to stop her whining I took them
out for a movie and some ice cream.  After we returned to Debbie's
house and put Dawn to bed, we retired to Debbie's bedroom.
	The evening's festivities had gotten me all worked up.  Seeing Lea's
terrified, tear-filled eyes had given me a hard-on that would not
subside.  Debbie always accepted my rough, brutal sexuality because
she was a dumpy, dowdy, low self-esteem cunt who knew harsh treatment
was all she could expect from a man, and all she deserved.
	That night, as always, she meekly allowed me to put a gag in her
mouth and turn her over on all fours.  The gag was my suggestion
several months back, as I explained to Debbie that gagging her would
cut down on our noise and eliminate the possibility of Dawn hearing
us fuck.  This, of course, made sense to Debbie's pea-brain, and
afterward she relented to the gag with no question.
	On her knees atop the mattress, she reached her arms behind herself,
resting on her shoulders, arching her back, and sticking her ass up
in the air.  I slapped her fat butt and hissed: "You know what to
do."  Passively, she gripped her fat mud flaps and separated the
folds of skin rolling around her crotch until I had clear access to
her splayed cunt and shit chute.
	I slapped her ass again.  "Spread those fat cunt lips of yours
wider," I hissed in her ear.  "Let me see all your pink.  Stretch
those lips apart."  I smacked her again, and she submissively
complied, digging her fingers in deeper and spreading open more of
her cunt.
	Making her stay frozen in that degrading position, I repeatedly
slammed my nine-inch cock into her pussy, withdrawing completely
after each thrust, then pounding into her again the moment I sensed
her relaxing.  Each time I slammed into her cunt, I drove her body
forward and smacked her skull against the headboard.  She winced
slightly, but with the gag on I could hear no protests.
	After twenty minutes of this, she was so sore and broken she had
quit responding to my assault.  To reawaken her pain, I now pressed
my cock-head between the folds of her flabby butt and sliced into her
dry, unlubricated asshole.  Since I had been stretching out her ass
so thoroughly over the last few months, she really required no
lubrication to accommodate my cock after a few thrusts.  Lube only
deadened the pain she experienced, and since she was fat, worthless
fuck pig, her discomfort was completely irrelevant.
	When I was done, I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her head up to
my quivering piss-hole, popped out the gag, and blasted off my load
all over her gasping, sobbing mouth.  As she tried to blink the
splooge out of her teary eyes, I envisioned Lea's terrified, dilated
pupils cowering beneath an onslaught of hot rape juice.  The image
inspired me to maintain my enraged state, and I shoved the gag in my
cunt's mouth and sodomized her again while she grunted in feeble
protest.  When I was done, I fired inside her wobbly,
cellulite-encased ass-pipe, rolled over and got some rest.  The sound
of her whimpering lulled me to sleep.
	In the weeks following Lea's "opening night," I bided my time and
gave my prey's terror-stricken mind a brief respite.  Finally, one
Saturday afternoon, by chance I found myself resuming the hunt.  I
was at the mall, eating in the food court, scoping out the young,
teener cunts when I spotted Lea, Tammy and Marissa sit down at a
table a few feet away.
	Out of the corner of my eye, I studied them, especially Lea.  She
was wearing a plain white T-shirt and tight jeans, and she was
mocking me, sitting there with her two cunt friends and LAUGHING. 
She was carrying on without a care in the world, her friendly
neighborhood stalker miles from her feeble cunt mind.
	YOU WILL NOT INSULT ME LIKE THAT, CUNT!  Today would be the day. 
She would pay for her disrespect.  She would never forget me, nor
would she ever forget the terror I'd brought into her worthless cunt
life.
	After finishing their sodas, they headed off into the mall, and I
took pursuit.  When they entered a clothing store, I stationed myself
next door at a cookware shop.  When the exited the clothing store,
they are carrying shopping bags.  I follow their swaying, teenage
asses back into the food court, looking around, and then taking
another table.  It occurred to me now that they were looking for
someone, possibly meeting a second party.
	I took another table on the other side of the food court and waited.
I needed an opening.  The doe needed to be flushed out into the open
so I could get a clear shot.  As I watched them, Marissa stood and
went off to the restroom, leaving Lea and Tammy behind.  I waited to
see what developed next.
	Tammy and Lea continued blathering back and forth.  I waited.
Minutes later, a high school boy approached Lea from behind.  He was
tall and a typical jock, the type teenage cunts always notice and
chase.  He tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around.  Her
face lit up.  She was genuinely happy to see her high school jock
boyfriend.  
 	Like all pea-brained, teener cunts, my little Lea only had eyes for
big, handsome high school hunks.  The rest of us males were all just
invisible men to her, not even worthy of her casual attention.  The
stuck-up little cunt would pay for that!  I would make her see the
invisible men.  I would step out from the background and burn my
image into her feeble cunt mind.  She would never flaunt her fucking
body in total disregard again.  For the rest of her life, she would
feel the eyes of the invisible men tearing off her clothes, forcing
her body open and boring their mental cocks into her raped, used
soul.  
	Minutes later, Lea stood up and said goodbye to Tammy, heading out
the door with Jock Boy.  I was right behind them as they ambled,
holding hands, out to the parking lot.  As they stopped before his
car and started getting in, I dashed over to my own vehicle. 
Luckily, the lot was jammed with exiting cars, and I did not lose
them.  I followed them out of the lot and down the main thoroughfare.
	They turned down a side street several minutes later, and headed
into the City's park system.  Soon they were parking at a picnic
area, and I watched them get out.  I found a deserted picnic area
further down and parked.  Not knowing what opportunities would
present themselves, I opened my glove compartment, fished out my ski
mask and trusty switchblade, then stepped outside the car.  Not
wanting to lose my prey, I ran through the woods, following the road
back to where they had parked.
	When I arrived, I hit the ground, crawled over the earth and spied
through the brush.  In no time at all, I located them.  They were
sitting on a bench maybe 500 feet away from the tree line.  They were
talking and kissing intermittently.  The cunt was rubbing her body up
against him like a bitch in heat.  
 	FUCKING WHORE!  How dare she act all terrorized by my attentions -
the porno tape, the letters, the phone call, and the dildo? Here was
my little "victim" slutting her precious little body out like a porno
pig.  If only mommy and daddy could see their darling little girl
now, her thin, shivering hands stroking her Jock Boy's cock through
his tight jeans.  Even they would have to agree their cunt-whore
daughter deserved what was going to happen to her.  How dare she act
all innocent and pure, like the thought of being raped horrified her?
I would make her pay for her whorish behavior.  I would teach her
what it meant to be a cunt.
	I watched them sit and grope each other for over an hour.  As they
sucked face, Jock Boy's hands would begin roaming over her lithe,
squirming torso and invariably work up under her T-shirt.  She would
let him indulge his fingers for a moment before wriggling away,
pushing his hands aside and scolding him for his advances.
	FUCKING COCK-TEASING TEENAGE CUNT!  I seethed with rage.  This was
all just a game to her.  Tease men, flaunt her succulent swanlike
body before their eyes, rub against them, stroke their cocks through
their jeans, send out all the fucking signals, then back off like
Polly Purebred and scold them for being "pushy."  Oh, this little
whore would pay!  Lea Mackenzie would pay with every scrap of
humanity and dignity she possessed.
	After rebuking his advances over a dozen times, Lea succeeded in
pissing off jock boy to the point of no return.  He rose from the
bench, and I heard him shout: "Fine."  Then he stormed off back to
his car.  I thought she would get up to follow him, but she didn't. 
She just sat there and cried angry tears.  He did not turn around
either, slamming the car door behind himself and peeling off into the
afternoon sun.
	`Thank you, God of PREDATORs,' I said to myself.  I was almost about
to spring up from the brush and bag my quarry when I saw her go into
her purse and fish out a cell phone.  An instant later, she began
blathering into the small receiver, yelling so that I could make out
a few words here and there.
	" .. believe that, Tam .. told him `No' like twenty times .. so
pissed off .. left me out here .. fucking bastard .. pick me up .. a
couple miles or so down the trail .. hurry, okay ..?"   
 	Then she tucked the phone back into her purse, stood up and headed
off towards the outhouse buildings about a hundred yards behind the
bench.  This was going to be perfect.  My prey was unwittingly
backing herself into a corner from which she would never emerge.  I
thanked the great PREDATOR God again, and held my breath, waiting for
her to enter the building before I sprang into action.  When she
disappeared behind the doorway, I slid on my ski mask and emerged
from the brush.
	Party Time!
	I could smell the odors of waste hanging over the park restroom at
almost fifty feet.  My cock grew even more enraged at the thought of
bagging this elusive doe amid the foul stench of soured shit, piss
and god-knows-what-else.  Her introduction to cunthood would be a
sensory experience she never forgot.  I could almost hear her voice
years from now as she recalled this day on some cunt therapist's
couch.  I was not just going to rape her today, I was going to rape
her whole fucking life, every day my hard cock thrusting in and out
of her feeble pea-brain.
	I held my unopened switchblade in my right hand and entered the
dank, dim outhouse.  The cunt was in one of the stalls, squatting her
teen crotch over one of the bacteria-infested toilets, her ass
hovering an inch above the wooden seat and her jeans swaddled around
her ankles.
	When our eyes met, we both experienced a moment of clarity shared by
all PREDATORS and their prey.  All at once, without a word passing
between us, she knew who I was and what I would do to her.  She tried
to scream, but I was instantly on top of her, jabbing the unopened
switchblade into her ribcage and slapping my hand across her face. 
	She bit my hand like a wildcat, and the sharp pain only increased
the exhilaration of the moment.  With one strong jerk, I lifted her
slender body off the ground and threw her to the ground outside the
stall.  She tried to crawl for the door, piss still dribbling out of
her cunt, but the compromising position in which I'd trapped her
rendered her virtually immobile.
	Laughing at her comical, almost-slapstick attempt to flee, I grabbed
her by the back of her hair and spun her body back around so her bare
ass was now pointing at the door.  She reared back, trying to shake
her tresses free from my iron grip, but the effort was all in vain.
	I ground one of my dirt-covered combat boots between her legs,
kicking apart her thighs, and punting my steel-reinforced toe into
her naked, piss-glistening crotch.  She yelped like a spanked puppy,
and I burrowed my filthy boot even deeper into her tender, unspoiled
teenage cunt.  She was still fighting, though, and I needed to gain
complete control as quickly as possible. 
  	"You will stay still, cunt," I hissed, withdrawing my boot from
her cunt and driving my knee between her shoulder blades.  The full
force of my weight knocked the wind out of her gasping lungs, and she
collapsed beneath my Mastery, all resistance seeping from her
overwhelmed body.
	"Help!" her breathless voice could only whisper.  "Rape!" she
squeaked, her voice barely audible.
	"I take it you know who I am, and why I'm here .." I hissed in her
ear while I slapped my hand back over her mouth.  Despite the fact
that I love to listen to my rape pigs squeal for mercy, I knew this
cunt would have to be silenced.  She would be regaining her voice in
a matter of seconds, and I couldn't take any chances with some
passing hiker hearing her pathetic screams.  
	She bit my hand again, and I shook her head like a rag doll until
she released her teeth from my palm.
	"I like it when cunts fight," I drove my knee hard into her back,
mashing her chest into the cold, concrete floor.
	She jerked her head back, suddenly intent upon gazing at the beast
who now mastered her.  I could read her simple mind.  If she survived
this ordeal, she wanted to have my image in her mind so she could
identify me if and when I was eventually caught.  Obviously my little
cunt had been reading some rape prevention literature.  Too bad I was
intimately familiar with the same writings.  I based all my attacks
upon methods that successfully countered the expert's advice.  
 	"Don't you even fucking THINK about turning around, you fucking
stuck-up, cock-teasing, teenage cunt.  This is a very sharp knife," I
flipped the spring, and the blade snickered out of the handle.  I
reached around to her face, showed her the weapon, and nicked her
slightly below the eye.  "I'll pop your eyeball out and slit your
cunt throat right here if you make one fucking sound!"
	She nodded, blubbering into my hand.
	"By now you must know that you can do absolutely nothing to stop me,
cunt.  So, I would suggest cooperating with everything I say, and you
might live through this, okay ..?"
	She nodded and gasped again.  I stood up slightly, withdrawing my
knee from between her shoulder blades, then sitting my ass down
squarely upon her back.   She grunted like a sow, and I slapped her
hard across her bare, creamy ass.
	"You're going to crawl over to that stall over there, cunt," I told
her, pointing with my knife to the stall she'd previously occupied. 
"And I'm going ride you over there.  Now crawl, cunt.  Hurry!"  I
nicked the blade below her other eye, and she quickly complied,
carrying me upon her back to the stall like a good pony girl.  She
was strong and fit for such a slender young cunt.  With her long legs
and firm, toned ass, she would rape well .. very well.  
 	Once inside the stall, I lifted her head up by her hair and shoved
her face into the putrid, bacteria-infested toilet bowl.  As I
smeared her mouth, nose and eyes against the urine-spattered
porcelain interior, I used my other hand to hike up her T-shirt over
her head.  I then pulled the back of her shirt up and over the top of
her skull until it was stretched over her eyes.
	Thus blindfolded, she could see nothing.  Imagine her absolute
terror, then, when I shoved her face into the toilet water and held
her down while I ripped off her bra.  Cupping one of her pert,
egg-sized tits in my rough callused hands, I squeezed it so hard I
thought it might pop.  She gurgled in the toilet water, gasping for
air.
	"Are you going to fight me?" I asked.
	She shook her head back and forth desperately, smacking it against
the sides of the commode.
	I yanked her head out of the toilet water and stuffed her bra in her
mouth.  Gagged and exhausted, she now offered very little resistance
as I tied the T-shirt like a blindfold around her eyes.   All the
rape prevention manuals she'd been reading hadn't prepared her for
this, the utter helplessness of having her pitiful teenage cunt
thoroughly dominated with no hope of deliverance.  
 	"Time for another drink, cunt," I sneered, submerging her face back
in the toilet water while I wrestled with her jeans, which were still
bunched up about her ankles.  "You let me get your fucking jeans off
without a struggle, and I'll pull your face out of the water," I
hissed at her.
	She quickly went limp, and true to my word I yanked up her face and
permitted her to breathe.  Her flared nostrils desperately sucked in
the outhouse's foul air, and she didn't fight me as I tugged off her
shoes and pulled down her jeans.  The only clothing that remained on
her shivering, heaving body now was a pair of pink cotton panties
swaddled down around a matching pair of pink, footy socks.
	I tugged the panties over her feet, but left the pink anklets in
place.  I liked how they looked on her.  I now fashioned her pink
panties into a makeshift leash, stuffing her head through one of the
leg holes until it ripped open, then stretching the elastic waistband
around her neck.  Her head snapped back obediently when I tugged at
the panty-leash.  She was now blindfolded and leashed.  
	"Put your hands behind your back, cunt," I ordered her.  When she
didn't comply immediately, I snapped her neck back with the
panty-leash and pressed the switchblade gently against her bare white
throat.  "Maybe you want another drink," I observed, easing up the
leash, withdrawing the knife and forcing her head back into the
reeking toilet bowl.
	"Ngg," she grunted through the bra-gag, slapping her hands behind
her back and waving them about frantically, demonstrating her fervent
desire to comply.
	Scooping up her jeans, I now used them to bind her hands.  When her
wrists were thoroughly secured and her arms rendered totally
immobile, I rose slightly, allowing my thirsty eyes to drink in the
glory of my handiwork.  I now had splayed before me a freshly bagged
doe ready to be cleaned and dressed.  From head to toe, she was a
vision of sobbing, subjugated rape-worthiness - a gagged, leashed,
hog-tied, virgin rape piglet with her cunt face stuffed inside a
filthy public toilet.  Her T-shirt covered her dilated terrorized
eyes; her own flimsy bra gagged her bawling mouth; her jeans bound
her hands behind her back, and her white cotton panties acted as a
choke-leash.  To top it all off, her pink footy socks make her look
absolutely adorable.
	Relishing my triumph a few more seconds, I let her stew in her own
juices before leaning back down and mauling her firm, creamy
ass-cheeks.  She whimpered when I slit her snatch with two probing,
callused fingers.  Trying to swivel her hips out of my reach, she
felt the cold steel of the switchblade dance across the back of her
neck again, and she quickly suppressed her pathetic resistance.
	"That's a good little fuck pig," I mocked her, snapping the
panty-leash to emphasize my utter mastery of her worthless body. 
"You play along with me nice here, and you might fucking live to tell
all your teenage cunt girlfriends about how my big, hard cock raped
your tight virgin pussy and made you cum.  How does that sound, pig? 
Doesn't that sound like fun?"  I slapped her pussy when she didn't
reply.  "Doesn't it!"
	"Yrrgg," she blubbered.
	"Can you feel how hard your nipples are, cunt?" I tweaked her tender
egg-sized tits and twisted her stiff, pink puffies.  Her only reply
was a gurgling, silent sob.  "Can you feel that, cunt?  That's your
body begging me to rape you," I mocked, twisting and tugging her nips
until they felt they hardened like acorns between my rough fingers.
	"Yrrg," she moaned frantically.
	"Your nipples are hard because you're a worthless teenage rape
piglet," I informed her.  "Your body is trying to tell you what
you're good for, what you were born for, your role in life.  You're
just a cock socket, cunt, a pea-brained, slack-jawed cum dumpster. 
All you live for is cock crammed up every one of your holes, the more
brutal the better.  This makes you a rape pig, a cunt who can only
cum and feel like a woman when she is being treated like subhuman
garbage.  Do you understand me, cunt?"
	"Yrrg," she bawled.
	"That's why your little, sixteen-year-old virgin pussy is all wet,
too, cunt," I cackled.  "See?"  I scooped up a gob of her cuntal
moisture and dabbed it across her sobbing cheeks.  "Your pussy is all
wet because you're a little rap piggie, and you want to be gutted. 
You do want to be gutted, don't you, piglet ..?" I snapped her
panty-leash back.  "You do want me to gut your fresh teenage cunt
with my big cock, don't you ..?  This is what you've been thinking
about when you jack off your pussy every night, isn't it ..?  Your
big bad stalker raping your worthless cunt ass."
	"Nggg," she gurgled so hysterically I almost believed her.  "NGGGG!"
	"I saw you teasing your limp-dick boyfriend," I told her, slicing
tiny slivers into the back of her bare, creamy neck.  "I saw you
stroking his cock through his jeans.  I saw you let him put his hands
up your T-shirt, and then slap them away.  Fucking tease.  You're
nothing but a cunt whore.  That's what I'm going to teach you today,
piggie.  I'm going to teach you what you are, what you will be for
the rest of your worthless, cock-addicted life.  You want to go to
school now, cunt?  Do you want learn what it means to be a grown-up,
cunt."
	"Nggg .. nggg  .." her muffled blubbering sounded so pathetic, so
inviting.
	"Too bad, cunt," I laughed.  "This class is compulsory, mandatory
for you if you want to be a cunt.  You do want to be a worthless,
cum-dumpster cunt, don't you ..?"
	"Ngg .." she whimpered.
	"Sure you do.  You'll see.  This'll be fun.  School is fun.  You
just have to apply yourself."  With that, I dunked her bawling face
back into the infested toilet bowl and held her there, counting off
to thirty before I yanked her face back up and permitted her to
breathe.
	As her nostrils sucked in the putrid air, I could see the strength
visibly seeping out of her bound, broken body.  Sufficiently prepped,
she was now ready for some intense mouth mastery.  I stepped back and
dragged her out of the stall by her panty-leash.  The panty-leash
still in hand, I rotated it about her neck, stepping over her so that
she groveled at my knees, my crotch looming above her terrorized,
blindfolded face.
	"I'm going to pop out your bra-gag now, cunt," I told her.  "If you
scream, I'll simply kill you."  I slid the switchblade back out of my
belt, and pressed it against her neck.  "Do you understand me?"
	"Yggg," she mewled.
	"Okay, now remember," I nicked her neck with the blade.  "Remember
your place."  I popped out the bra gag,a nd she gasped for air
through her heaving mouth.
	"So how do you feel, huh, cunt?"
	My question caught her off guard, and she was frozen momentarily.
	"Answer me," I tugged at the panty-leash.  "You must have thought
about what this was going to be like, when I finally got you at my
mercy.  So, is this what you expected?  Is this living up to all your
nightmares."
	"Why .. why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed softly.  "Wh ..
what did I ever do to you?"
	"You didn't know I was alive, cunt," I explained.  "You look through
men like me every day.  We're not your perfect little Jock Studs, so
we don't exist in your world.  I'm just showing you that we exist,
that we can take you any fucking time we want to because you're
nothing more than a cunt, a cock socket, a squealing worthless rape
pig.  You'll never look through us again, cunt.  After today, you are
owned.  All men own you.  Do you understand?"
	"I .. I'm sorry .. I .. please .. I won't tell anyone .. just please
..God, please .. please don't do this ..  I won't tell anyone .. I
swear .. please .. please .."
	"Why do you cunts always say that?" I slapped her hard across the
face so that her jaw rattled.  "It's the same pathetic plea every
time.  Like any guy who ever got you to this point would believe such
bullshit.  You insult me, cunt.  Your begging is like spitting in my
face.  Who told you that you had a right to beg for mercy?  Only
humans deserve mercy.  Are you human?"
	She began weeping hysterically now.  I bitch-slapped her face again
and tugged her panty-choke-leash.
	"I asked you if you think you're human," I reiterated.  "Do you?"
	"Please .." she wept.
	"You are kneeling at my feet, naked, bound and blindfolded in your
own clothes.  Your face is covered with diseased water from a public
toilet.  Your cunt is dirty with the filth from my boots.  Are you
really trying to tell me you still think you're human?"
	"Please .." she just continued blubbering.
	"Do I need to teach you how subhuman you really are?" I asked.  "Is
that what you want?  Is it?"
	"Noo," she bawled.  "Please .. what do you want .. please .."
	"Subjugation, cunt, your utter slavery to my will, my cock.  That's
what I want, and what I will take from you today.  Do you understand?
Begging for mercy is only going to make your education that much more
lengthy and brutal.  Don't you understand, I'm teaching you how to be
a proper cunt?  This is a critical lesson, the most critical lesson
in your worthless life.  Without it, without learning to be a proper
cunt, you are NOTHING, do you understand?" I slapped her blubbering
face again .. and again .. and again until she sucked up her tears
and stopped her senseless bawling.  "Good," I patted her on the head.
"Good, cunt."
	"What are you going to do to me?" she asked meekly.  "Are you going
to kill me?"
	"Not unless I have to," I told her truthfully.  "First off, I need
to teach you some more manners.  You have come to believe that you
are a free human being, and that you are allowed to say and do
anything you choose.  I must correct this misconception, and to do so
I must begin your re-education with the one female organ that offends
a real man the most -- your blathering, yammering, chattering mouth. 
To teach you to be a true cunt, I must first master your mouth.  I
must teach you what your mouth is good for, the only thing it is good
for.  You must learn that the only time it is proper for you to open
your mouth is to express obedience to a man - either by saying, `Yes,
Master,' or by taking his male power deep into your gasping throat. 
Are you ready to learn, cunt?  Are you ready to have your cunt mouth
disciplined and mastered."
	"I .. I .." she stammered, her empty, pea-brain unable to comprehend
what I'd just explained.
	"Fist you must learn how to use your mouth like a proper cunt," I
tugged her panty-choke-leash and drew her face up to my crotch.  "I
will be requiring my cock to be exposed so that I may choke rape your
worthless mouth.  You will remove my cock from my jeans using only
your mouth.  Begin with the button right here."  I pressed her mouth
over the button of my jeans.  "You must learn how to use teeth and
tongue properly.  Bite down on the denim around the button hole and
spear your tongue against the brass button.  You will push the button
through the button hole with your tongue while pulling the jeans
back."
	She hesitated.
	"DO IT, CUNT!" I teased the switchblade against her quivering lips. 
"Or you'll be sucking on this."
	She nodded, gulped back another wave of tears and began awkwardly
trying to comply with my instructions.  She kept at it for several
minutes, awkwardly trying to unsnap my jeans with her mouth while I
laughed heartlessly at her futile efforts and slapped her face. 
Frustrated and terrified at the prospect of her failure, she began a
renewed fit of blubbering, which made the task even more difficult.
	"You really are a worthless cunt," I mocked her.  "At this rate, you
won't get my cock out until next year.  Stupid cum bucket!  How do
you ever expect to be a true cunt if you can't even unbutton a man's
jeans with your teeth?  Beg me to unbutton my jeans for you, and I
just might consider letting you progress to step two.  Is that what
you want, you worthless cunt?  Do you want me to unbutton my jeans
for you so you can get my cock out?"
	"I .. Please .."
	"Ask me, cunt!  Ask me properly!"  I placed the cold switchblade
back against her trembling lips.
	"P .. please unbutton your jeans .." she whimpered.
	"Why?"
	"S .. so I c..can get your c.cock out," she sobbed.
	"Why?"
	"S..so I can s..suck it."
	"Have you ever sucked cock before, cunt?"
	She didn't respond.
	"Answer me!" I slapped her so hard her teeth chattered.
	"Y..yes," she wept.
	"So my little rape pig is an experienced cock sucker," I jeered.  "I
thought you were such a good little girl, cunt.  You were just a
whore all along, weren't you ..?"  I waited for her response, but she
only blubbered.  "Weren't you?"
	"Y..yes," she wept finally.
	"Beg me to unbutton my jeans, cunt.  Beg me to let you continue."
	"Please unbutton your j..jeans," she stuttered.  "Please let me suck
your c..c..cock."
	"This is the only assistance I'll give you, cunt," I told her,
unbuttoning my jeans.  "Now grip the zipper with your fly and pull
down."  I was surprised at how readily she did this, biting down on
the small zipper and tugging it down the length of fly.  "Now you
need to pull my jeans down," I told her.  "Take one side of my waist
inside your mouth and tug down," I guided her face up to the side of
my jeans, and she clamped down.  "You're going to have to work them
down a little at a time," I told her. "Tug down one spot a little,
then move your mouth along the waist band, bite down, tug, and move
on, all around my waist.  I want my jeans down completely past my
knees.  Do you understand?"
	She nodded, and dutifully began working my jeans down slowly.  When
she attempted to pull them over the hard bulge in my crotch, I rubbed
her face across the protuberance of man-meat jutting out against the
cotton of my briefs.
	"Sniff it," I commanded her.  "Sniff your fucking future, cunt."
	She inhaled through her flaring nostrils, and I could see the tears
running down past her T-shirt blindfold.  I then let her continue
working my jeans down until they were down past my knees minutes
later.  Now the only thing that stood between my rock-hard rape-saber
and her sobbing teenage mouth was the cotton of my Hanes briefs.  I
took her firmly by the back of her head and pressed her mouth against
the elastic waistband.
	"You know what to do," I petted her hair, mashing her face into my
engorged crotch.  "I'm going to put my knife away now, cunt," I told
her, sliding the blade into one of the folds of her T-shirt blindfold
like a scabbard, and then securing the sharp steel so it wouldn't
slide out unless I drew it forth.  "I want to be able to use both
hands while I master your mouth.  Now get back to work."
	Weeping, she began pulling down the elastic waistband of my shorts. 
Watching her mouth struggle to release my cock enraged it even
further.  The feel of her soft, sobbing cheeks rubbing across my
stomach and thighs was driving me crazy with rape lust.  When she
finally managed to free my imprisoned, nine-inch throat-throttler, it
snapped out from my crotch like a switchblade, butting into her face
sharply and startling her with a jolt.
	"You know what that is, don't you ..?" I stroked my quivering
cock-head to her cheek on the exact spot where it had just slapped
her.
	She nodded meekly.
	"Open your mouth, cunt," I commanded her.  "Show me how much you
want my cock inside your worthless mouth."
	She obeyed, opening her mouth wide.
	"Wider, cunt!  This isn't some limp teenage cock.  Wider!" I slapped
my prick-helmet along her pouting lips.  "I said wider, cunt! 
Wider!"  I bitch slapped her nose with a fierce swat before jamming
the entire length of my prick into her gasping, weeping mouth.
	"UGGGHHHLLPP" she tried to bolt back, but I was too strong.  With my
two hands at the back of her head, I drove her terrorized mouth over
the entire girth of my dick until it plowed into her gurgling
windpipe.  Withdrawing one hand, I now pinched my fingers over her
flared nostrils.
	"One-alligator .. two-alligator .. three-alligator .." I began
counting off, choke raping her pathetic throat and feeling her lungs
sputter frantically against the constricted airway of her plugged-up
nose.  I felt her jaws tighten slightly, as if she might forget her
place and instinctively bite down on her prick.  "If I feel any
teeth, you die, cunt," I hissed, interrupting her counting.
	I pulled her off my cock now, and she gasped for life-saving air. 
Drool and vomit gushed out the corners of her subjugated mouth, and I
laughed.  "You're going to have to do a fuck of a lot better than
that, cunt.  We've got to get my cock wedged in there for at least
thirty seconds for you to pass this class and move on."
	Before she had a chance to take in enough air, I drove my
throat-raper deep into clenched, gagging esophagus again. 
"One-alligator .. two-alligator .. three-alligator .." I began
droning again, impaling my cock deeper and deeper into her sniveling
throat.  I continue counting, finally releasing her when I reach
fifteen and feel her begin swooning.  This cunt will not faint on me!
She will consciously be subjected to everything I dish out!  She will
be awake to fell each scar I stripe across her cunt soul.
	"That's a lot different than some puny teenage cock, isn't it ..?" I
teased her.  "I bet he just sat there and let you suck it, didn't he
..?"  I waited for her response, but she only sobbed.  "Didn't he?" 
I shook her head like I was playing with a rag doll.
	"Yes," she mewled.
	"Well, that was a blow job, and blow jobs are for lamers and
faggots.  Real men choke rape their cunts, do you understand.  If
you're going to be a good cunt, you'll have to learn how to be choke
raped.  Do you understand?  This is for your own good.  Now beg me to
continue."  I tugged at her panty-choke-leash when she did not
respond forthrightly.  "Beg me!  Beg me to choke rape your worthless
throat.  Come on, cunt.  You don't die like this, do you ..?"
	"Choke rape me, pleae," she bawled, her whisper barely audible.
	"Louder.  Convince me to bestow my nine-inch cock on your worthless,
yabbering pie hole.  Make me forget about snuffing your stupid cunt
body right here and now."
	"Please choke rape me!" she bawled.  "Please!"
	"That's better," I hammered my cock deep into her mouth again, and
bottomed out past her gurgling gag reflex.  "Let's see if we can
finally get this right.  One-alligator .." I began, mashing and
slapping my balls against her quivering chin.  "Two-alligator .."
	This time she lasted until "eighteen-alligator" before I allowed her
to breathe.
	"That's another grade of `F'," I told her.  "You're not much of a
cunt, are you, pig ..?"
	"No," she sobbed in heaving fits.
	"Your friend Tammy's going to be here any minute now, isn't she ..?"
I asked, tearing off her blindfold and snatching my switchblade out
from the makeshift scabbard.
	Her eyes bugged out in absolute, abject terror.
	"You didn't think I knew about her, did you ..?" I jeered.  "I know
all about you, cunt.  I know you called her.  I know she's coming to
get you.  I know how long it takes to get from the mall to here.  Did
you really think you could stall me?  Did you really think you were
smarter than me, smarter than a man.  You see, I've been stretching
this out waiting for Tammy to come.  Right now, I'm going to turn you
around and make you face the door."  I dragged her into the proper
position by her choke-panty-leash an pressed the knife across her
throat.  "Then, I'm going to stick my cock up against your tender,
virgin cunt," I hissed in her ear as I mounted her.  "Can you feel my
cock-head pressing against your wet pussy lips, whore?"  I forced her
to nod her head up and down.  "I'm going to leave it right there,
cunt, and we're going to wait for your little girlfriend.  Then I'm
going to rape your cherry right in front of her cunt eyes.  This is
going to be a day both of you will remember for the rest of your
worthless cunt lives."  I started slightly when I heard a car pull
into the clearing outside.  "I bet that's her right now, isn't it ..?"
	A door slammed.  "Lee-AH!" a female voice called from outside. 
"Lee-AH!"
	"You're going to answer her, cunt," I told my rape toy.  "You're
going to tell her you're in here, to come in here.  If you don't,
I'll slit your throat, and then I'll go out there, run her down, and
snuff her worthless cunt ass, too.  And you know I can do that, don't
you .."  Don't you, Lea?"
	"Yes," she whimpered.
	"Good, then obey me, and you and your friend will both live.  Now
call her in here.  You can scream if you want to.  I don't care, I
just want her in here.  Now do it!"
	"Tammy!" Lea howled.  "Help, please.  I'm being ra .."
	I slapped my hand over her howling mouth and laughed.  Seconds
later, Tammy burst into the outhouse.  Even as her eyes adjusted to
the dim light, she could make out the scene before her.  Her friend
was on the outhouse floor, mounted form behind by a masked rapist
with a huge, spit-shine cock.  "Lea!" she screamed in terror.
	"Hi, Tammy," I laughed.  "You're just in time to see me rape Lea's
cherry teenage cunt."  Saying that, I thrust my enraged manhood deep
into Lea's pouting pussy, shredding her hymen with a single,
decisive, bloody thrust.  Her shrieks mingled with Tammy's screeches,
echoing in the outhouse like the most beautiful opera ever written.
	"You stay right there and watch me rape her cunt until it comes," I
hissed at Tammy.  "Stay, or I'll kill her.  I swear I'll slit her
throat like a kosher lamb."
	Tammy looked as if she was about to disobey until she saw me nick
Lea's throat and draw blood.  Then she froze in utter apoplexy,
involuntarily forcing herself to witness the brutal deflowering of
her best friend.
	While Lea and her girlfriend bawled like premature, aborted babies,
I pounded away into my prey's fresh, tender, moist teenage cunt with
a fury I have never duplicated since.  Each impalement was followed
by full withdrawl, and then another battering-ram cock-punch into her
juicy cunt.  "Cum, cunt!" I hissed.  "Work your cunt hips up and down
my cock.  Ride my fuck and make your worthless, rape-pig pussy cum. 
Cum like the whore you are, or I'll slit your throat.  I will fucking
kill you and your cunt friend if you don't cum with my cock raping
your cherry pussy.  CUM, YOU WHORE CUM DUMPSTER!  SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE
GOOD FOR!  SHOW ME YOU'RE A CUNT!  PROVE TO ME YOU'RE WORTHY TO LIVE!"
	Desperately, given a choice between coerced orgasm and horrible
death, my little rape pig began bucking her hips instinctively
against the cock hurricane that howled deep inside her blasted,
ravaged twat.
	"Now oink, rape pig.  Oink while you cum!  Snort for me through your
fucking nose .. " I sliced her nostrils with the switchblade to give
her inspiration, and a split second she was grunting and oinking
through her nose like a perfect little rape piglet.
	Oinking and bucking her hips relentlessly, totally released from all
notions that she was anything more than a worthless, slack-jawed,
subhuman, cum-dumpster, Lea Mackenzie, RAPE PIG, ground and gyrated
her slender, swanlike, teenage body to a  wet, gushing, fuck-puddle
cum.  My ruthless, nine-inch fury now slopped inside her snatch like
she was a $20 curb crawling slut.  She was oinking unconsciously now,
and slamming her hips up and down the length of my cock so
enthusiastically that I didn't even have to thrust downward anymore.
	Sadistically, I began scooting myself back along the floor, making
her hump her ass and hips back and chase my rape-saber.  I slapped
her firm, creamy ass cheeks as she repeatedly tried to back up on my
cock, and stuff more of its brutal girth inside her convulsing tummy.
	"You see that, Tammy," I laughed.  "You see her chasing my cock,
don't you.  You see the look on her face, the fuck puddle drooling
out her pussy lips.  Let's see either of you pea-brained cunts
testify this is rape now.  Rape victims don't chase their assailant's
cocks, do they ..?  Do they?  Answer me, or she dies!"
	"No," Tammy bawled, sickened beyond all belief at what she was
witnessing - the rape of her best friend's virgin pussy, and her best
friend's utter compliance.
	"Tell me to rape her." I hissed, my cock finally ready to unload a
volley of cum-shot into my quarry's soupy entrails.  "Tell me to rape
her pussy!"  I licked the blade of the knife across Lea's weeping,
fluttering eyelids.
	"Rape her!" Tammy shrieked.  "Rape her.  Please .. just don't kill
her.  Don't kill her, please .."
	"FUCKING RAPE PIG CUNT WHORE!" I snarled, withdrawing my smoking
rape-revolver from Lea's helpless cock holster, grabbing her hair,
and twisting her face around to accept  the gift of my piping-hot
spunk.  "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" I butted my warhead into her
pouting lips, and true to her training she relaxed her jaws and let
me skewer my entire manhood into her parched, jizz-thirsty throat. 
"Drink that deep into your hard, flat teenage tummy, you
cock-addicted cum-dumpster."
	As my piss hole burped out round after round of splooge, I pulled
out of her windpipe and applied a generous helping of cum across her
utterly dehumanized, zombified face.  Then, after I'd completely
spent my load, I casually rose to my feet, pulled my jeans and shorts
up, tucked and zipped, and headed to the door.  "I'm finished here ..
FOR NOW!" I spat, savagely kicking my boot into Tammy's belly,
sending her face sputtering and retching to the concrete.  "Til we
meet again, then, huh, cunts .." I bid them adieu and vanished back
into the woods.

Epilogue

	Every good story has a startling denouement, an O. Henry ending that
makes the reader chuckle and consider the implications of what has
just been read.  This tale is no different.
	The brutal rape of Lea Mackenzie in a City Park made all the local
papers.  Information concerning her previous stalking was revealed,
and the police begged anyone with information to come forward so a
monstrous PREDATOR could be brought to justice.
	Of course, no one ever did, and now, several months later, I
happened to see Lea again, standing outside a coffee-shop with a
group of cunts.  Not surprisingly, her awakening into cunt-hood had
transformed her from a shy, quietly beautiful teenager into something
even more rape-worthy.  Gone were the cute little sweaters and faded
jeans of her shattered youth.
	My little rape piglet had metamorphosed into a real ball-busting,
Goth dyke.  She was covered from head-to-toe in nihilistic black ..
black eye-shadow, black lipstick, black dress, black stockings, black
shoes, jet-black hair.
	As she stood there, with a dumpy, mannish, blonde rugmuncher draped
over her shoulder, she looked so cold, worldly and poised, as if she
was trying to tell the world she had survived my soul rape and was
now a stronger person for it.
	FUCKING CUNT, YOU WILL LEARN.  IT IS NEVER OVER!  NEVER!
	I hastily scratched out a note on piece of scrap paper:

Still thinking of you, cunt.  You know who ..

I then slipped it into her handbag as I passed her.
	Waiting out in my car, hidden from view, I watched the door to the
coffee shop for almost half-an-hour before I saw some reaction.  She
had obviously discovered the note, because now a herd of patrons
stormed out of the coffee shop, staring intently and futilely down
the street, each one trying to spot the monster of Lea's worst
nightmares.
	Behind them, she cowered, crying like she did that afternoon when I
raped her cherry, teenage cunt in front of her best friend, when I
forced her to chase her own cum down the brutal length of my
nine-inch manhood.
	You pitiful teenage cunt rape pig.  No matter what you do - eat
pussy, go into crisis counseling, slash your own worthless wrists -
you will never escape me.  Nor will you ever cum the way you came
that afternoon when I raped your wet, tender cock trough.  That is
the fate of a rape pig.  That is the cross you will have to bear the
rest of your worthless life, the cross that maybe one day - if you
are lucky - will crucify your worthless cunt once again.
	But only if you pray, cunt.  Pray to me to deliver you.  
	  
 
	  
	   
 
	   
 
	       
     

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