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From: stephen ambrose <chrutli@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Blood Mobile (snuff, caution)
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Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 16:10:07 -0400
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snuff.  You don't like it, don't read it.





   The Blood Mobile

   Chrutli

   "I want to strap your arm down so the needle doesn't move.  Okay?"

   Jennifer licked her lips and nodded.  She was wearing roller blades,
baggy shorts, a tiny white halter and a little vest over that.  Rob rested
his forearm lightly across her breasts as he slipped the needle into her
arm.  Her generous nipples were already erect; she gave a little gasp and
pretended not to notice his arm brushing her breast tips, just as Rob
pretended he didn't notice her stiff nipples.  Blood filled the tube
running to the collection bag under the gurney, and Rob taped the
needle-and-tube assembly to her arm.

   "You want to stick anything else in me?" Jenn asked, and then blushed at
her boldness.  She couldn't have been more than fifteen, but a precocious
fifteen.

   Rob gave her a cool professional smile.  "How old are you, Jenn?" he
asked.

   "Eighteen," she said quickly.  She wiggled a bit, making her breasts
shift inside the halter.  "You're not married, are you?  I mean, I don't
see a ring."

   "No, I'm not married." She grinned, but tried to conceal it behind an
air of sophistication.

   "Girlfriends?"

   "Dozens."

   "I'll bet." He squeezed her free hand and started to turn, but she
closed her hand on his and he stopped.  Jenn licked her lips.  "God, I feel
like I'm on a sacrificial alter or something."

   Rob grinned at that.  She was a kid, but she had a woman's body. 
Besides, it wouldn't matter if he fucked her.  "Do you have a boyfriend?"

   She shook her head.

   He put his fingers on her throat.  "You heart rate is up.  Blood
pressure too.  Tell me something.  What would you do if I kissed you?"

   She put her hand over his, pulling it lightly downward, over her
collarbone.  "Here?" she asked.

   "Here.  Now."

   "Anything, I guess." Jenn swallowed.  "Anything you wanted." She pulled
his hand across the smooth slope of her chest.  Rob leaned over and kissed
her as he slipped his fingers inside a cup and gathered her firm breast in
his hand.  Her mouth and tongue were inexperienced but eager.

   Rob stood back up.  "Suppose I wanted to tie you up and fuck you right
now?"

   "That sounds kinky." Jenn licked her lips again, her eyes dark.  "Lock
the door first," she said.

   Rob locked the door, and when he turned back, Jenn had shed her halter
and slid down to the end of the gurney.

   "I can suck you.  If you want." Her eyes were bright.  She drew her
shoulders back, thrusting out high, prominent breasts.

   "You're still plugged in, Jenn.  I need you to lay back." Rob held out a
roll of gauze.  Can I tie you?  That's my thing.  I like it like that. 
Just your arms, okay?"

   "Sure.  Sure, if you want."

   He tied her to the gurney, wrists and upper arm.  She watched him
intently, horny and eager to please.  Her tugged her shorts down then,
exposing slim thighs and hard little buttocks.  Her pelvis was mounted with
a small vee of auburn curls.

   Jenn whimpered when he dropped his trousers.  "I guess you're in a
hurry," she giggled when he moved up to her hips.

   "Yeah, I guess so." She brought her calves up to her thighs, opening her
wet slit to his thick black cock.

   The breath rushed out of her when he pushed into her, thrusting til his
pelvis slapped hers.  He stayed there within her for a moment, grunting. 
"Tight," he sighed hotly.

   He didn't thrust, but eased back so he could get a finger against her
swollen clit, wiggling it about happily.

   Jenn came, writhing on the gurney, her hard nipples jiggling atop her
swollen breasts.  Rob grinned and began thrusting again, and when her hips
rose in another shuddering orgasm, he pressed the length of his thick black
cock between her plump pussy lips and rocked gently.  She was a little
pale; she wouldn't last much longer.

   Suddeny she groaned and shivered, her eyes rolling.  "Wait," she
whispered.  "I'm not.  I don't feel so-"

   Rob eased out, then pressed his cock into her pussy deeply and leaned
over her.  "What is it?" he asked softly.  "What's wrong?"

   "Dizzy."

   "I have that affect on women." He touched her throat: her heart was
quickening, but it was still strong.  Jenn giggled, rallying.  He pulled
his log almost out and lifted her calves so the crooks of her knees rested
on his forearms.  Jenn squirmed and rose to meet him when he pushed back
into her.  Her tight buttocks shivered and her breasts snapped side to side
as another orgasm hit her.

   That would be her last one, Rob thought.  She was losing her color; her
slim body had a sheen of perspiration.  He raised her calves; that would
drain the blood in her legs to her torso.  He licked her nipples, still
erect and flushed.  Jenn's belly tightened convulsively and she groaned.

   "Untie me," she whimpered.

   "Can't do that, baby."

   "Why not?  Please.  I don't feel good."

   "I'm not finished," Rob chuckled.

   "Finish then," she cried, her voice betraying panic.  "No, forget it. 
Untie me."

   "You have to die first, okay, sweet?  Won't be long.  You're unusual,
Jenn.  You see, your brain uses about a fourth of your bloodflow.  Most
women go comatose before their hearts stop.  You're hanging in there,
though."

   Realization came to her and her eyes went wide.  "My blood-" Her vagina
spasmed around his cock and Rob grunted with pleasure.

   "I get ninety-five bucks a pint for your blood.  And once I have as much
as I can get, I butcher your sexy little self for meat.  Ready to die,
baby?"

   "No," Jenn whimpered.  She start to wail, and Rob closed his hands over
her throat.  Her hard little breasts slapped back and forth with her
struggles, and then she arched off the gurney, shuddering, and Rob began
thrusting hard, coming into her convulsing pussy.  Her pale body subsided,
still quivering.  Sated, Rob pulled out, cleaning his cock as he watched
her lovely body twitch and shiver with her death spasms.

   Over a gallon of blood, and though she looked pale, she wasn't that
awful gray dead girls sometimes had.  Fresh meat.  Her nipples were still
thick, swollen bulbs of flesh, and Rob fingered them idly, pleased at the
catch.  He gathered her clothes and personal things while her limp body
shivered and twitched with fading strength.  Leaning over her, he drove a
scalpel deep into her chest, just inside her left breast, just in case she
had a little kick left.  Then he untied her and curled her lifeless body
into a large cardboard box and set it behind the driver's seat.

   He'd just finished packaging the dead girl's blood in pint units when
there came a soft knock on the back door.  He glanced out the driver's side
mirror.  It was an attractive brunette, dressed in a blouse and jeans,
early thirties, and unquestionably Jenn's mother.  Rob's heart gave a jump.
Had he messed up?  Was there anything to attach him to the kid?  Her mom
was a beauty in her own right.  Play it by ear.  God, it would be nice to
do her too.  Nicer than the kid, even.  He went to the back of the van and
opened the door.

   "I'm Linda Meyers," the woman said.  "I was supposed to meet my daughter
Jennifer here.  She's fifteen, auburn hair, a little shorter than me?"

   Rob shuffled through papers as if he was checking records.  "Jennifer
Meyers, sure.  She was here a couple hours ago.  She left after she gave
blood." That was all approximately true, but Jenn wasn't coming back from
the place she'd gone, and Linda was far sexier than her daughter.  She was
auburn-haired, mid-thirties, and more voluptuous than Jenn.  It wouldn't do
to have a worried mom implicating him, would it?  Besides, he was curious
about whether Linda had the same generous nipples as her daughter, and if
they swelled so eagerly.

   "Darn her," Linda muttered, looking at her watch.  "She's never very
responsible."

   Rob gave his most charming smile.  "She did give blood..." he left the
thought hanging.

   Linda frowned, looking across the parking lot as if she'd find Jennifer
there.  Then she shrugged, dismissing her daughter.  "She probably went off
with her friends.  I am a little late..." Rob waited.  "Well, okay.  I can
donate, I guess."

   Linda's breasts stood up nicely even when she had laid back on the
gurney.  She seemed to notice Rob for the first time.  "If Jenn was acting
herself," she said, "I'll bet she flirted shamelessly with you.  You don't
have a ring."

   Like mother, like daughter.  Rob chuckled, strapping her arm down.  "You
are married, though, and you're far prettier than your daughter." He let
his eyes boldy sweep her body, from her feet to her face.  He could fuck
her when she was too weak to fight him, so it didn't matter if he offended
her.  She saw his gaze, though, and her eyes didn't look offended.

   "I am married," Linda allowed, smiling boldly.  "But I don't always act
like it."

   "I have to strap your arm down so the needle isn't disturbed," Rob said,
smiling down at her.  "You don't mind, do you?"

   "Sounds kinky." Linda smiled darkly.

   "Kinky as in you like kinky, or kinky as in something you'd never dare."

   Linda hesitated, then licked her lips.  "Well, if a handsome black guy
was to tie me up and force himself on my poor helpless white body, I'd want
to make sure the curtains were drawn and the door locked first."

   Rob locked the door; the curtains were already drawn.  Linda caught her
breath when he bound her arms, one at a time, at her sides.  He gave her
breasts a squeeze, then turned away, getting a bottle and a wad of cotton.

   "What's that?" Linda asked uneasily.

   "Ether," he said, soaking the cotton.  "You see, I just had a great
little piece of ass, and it's time for me to leave."

   She shouted when he pressed the cotton to her face, but the ether-soaked
cotton muffled it.  She thrashed, kicked at him.  Rob leaned away; he only
had to keep the cotton to her face, the rest of her didn't matter.  She
strained her wrists against their bonds.  She kicked again frantically. 
She kicked yet again, awkwardly, and her hips slid off the gurney.  Rob
stayed with her, watching her lungs work and take in the sweet vapors,
watching her relax.  Presently, her eyes crossed, and she closed them.  Rob
stayed with her a full minute longer, then lifted her limp body back on the
gurney.

   He prepared a syringe and opened her blouse, baring a big firm breast.
The needle went into her nipple.  "This'll keep you out until I can get
your daughter home and her carcass dressed.  Then I'm going to show you
kinky like you would never believe.  Might even keep you alive a few days.
You're way sexier than your kid." He strapped her waist and her ankles to
the gurney before he went to the front and started the engine.  It really
was perfect, they never suspected murder when these girls disappeared. 
Mother and daughter, well, that looked even less like murder, though he'd
likely be cautious for a while just for prudence.
   All that blood and two pretty women.  Life was good.

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