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...presents... Chicken Hawk
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by Mark E. Dassad
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>>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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I'd been hunting chicken at the New York Port Authority for about six
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months when I picked up Karen, fresh off the bus from Chicago, a runaway from
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one of the rich 'burbs that circle that city. She wasn't really my type; she
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was at LEAST 14, maybe 15. Long curly brown hair, almost frizzy really, a
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handful of freckles splashed across her nose, and it was one of those damn
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smashed little Irish pig noses, but at least her skin wasn't that awful dead
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white like so many of them have. Big round firm tits; I could tell that even
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with the expensive down jacket she was wearing, and she had a really tight
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little ass, and slim hips, too slim for a girl. Hell, a woman. If they can
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drop a kid, I say they're women.
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I usually go for the younger ones, 11, 12 years old, nice blonde hair, big
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and fleshy, that healthy farm look. When I'm in the mood for female flesh and
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not boymeat, anyway. But I was in the mood for something different that
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afternoon, and this girl, whose name she said was Karen, had runaway written
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all over her, from her duffel bag to her nervous darting glance, like someone
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was trailing her, and like she'd never been to New York before. Which she
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hadn't. Shit, I'd bet my left nut she'd never even been to Chicago before she
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changed buses there. But she looked athletic, and so damned upper-middle-
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class, that I wanted her, BAD. The biggest part of my kick is making them
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*come*, the prey, making them buck like they never knew they could, flopping
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franticly like a fish out of water, shaking and twitching like they might never
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have another orgasm in their insignificant little lives, as they gyrate, my fat
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dick buried deep in their loins. The power, of making some punky little brat
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writhe in ecstasy while they twist on the spit of their own pride and drown in
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humiliation, making them KNOW in the pit of their groin and the base of their
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brain that pain = pleasure = pain, and I'm their fucking GOD, because I control
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it all, man, there's no bigger rush.
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So I sidled up to her, I was dressed real nice, conservative little
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blow-dry haircut, smelling sweet, looking like some college asshole, like I
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always do when I'm out jailbaiting. The kids that think they're tough get this
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idea I'll be an easy mark, and the stupid ones think I'm safer than the
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sleazier-looking pimps who start salivating at the sight of fresh chicken. The
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pimps hassled me at first for muscling in on their turf, but since I started
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doing commission work for Nunzio's crowd, they leave me the hell alone. I
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don't know what happens to these kids after I deliver them to Nunz' and I like
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it that way. He's offered a couple times to let me in on a bigger piece of his
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scene, but I get my kicks and he pays me a couple bills or more for each kid I
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deliver, depending on how pretty they are to begin with and the condition I
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deliver them in. I try not to mark them up too bad, though a couple times I've
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gotten a little carried away. That kid Gary, I think he said he was on his Jr.
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High wrestling team, from like Iowa or Ohio or Idaho or somewhere. Christ,
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Nunz' didn't want to give me 50 bucks for that one after I'd had my fun... but
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that's another story.
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"Hey, good to see you!" I said to this ripe little Karen chick, taking
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her arm and leading her to the down escalator. Startled and confused, she fell
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into step with me. "Don't look back, honey," I whispered conspiratorially.
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"Those two men, the PR in the overcoat with the gold tooth, and the black guy
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with the hat, they're pimps." I glanced over my shoulder at Hector and Big
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James and winked. "You want a burger?" I asked her. "You look hungry."
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She smiled at me, perfect white teeth. Rich kid teeth. Braces, good
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dental care. "I thought New Yorker's were supposed to be rude and unfriendly."
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"I didn't grow up here," I smiled back at her, smiling inwardly to myself.
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It was always so easy. "I'm from Delaware, but I'm studying social work at
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Columbia. You looked lost, and those guys..." I shuddered, for effect.
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We were at the coffee shop at street level by then; it was mid-afternoon,
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still too early for the commuter crush, and I bought the girl a burger, some
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fries, and a Coke. She told me her name was Karen then, and that she'd left
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Chicago to find work; she wanted to be a writer, and New York was where you did
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that kind of thing. I guess because she thought I was a social worker she felt
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like telling me about herself. She said she was 19 (yeah, uh huh. And *I'm*
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19 too..) and was tired of the Midwest "phoniness." Doris, the waitress at
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this overpriced greasepit gave me the evil eye and dropped the plate with my
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tuna sandwich from about two inches above the table so it landed with a crash.
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I picked the limp lettuce off the day-old bun and swore at her.
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"Christ, Doris, how many times I come in here I tell you no freakin' five
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week old, limp, grey lettuce?!"
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"So sue me," she muttered, her back to me as she walked back towards the
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kitchen. "Is yer limp wrist too fuckin' weak ta pick it off?"
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I wanted to hit her. I imagined her head exploding from the impact of a
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baseball bat I'd swing straight and true at the base of her skull, bloody bits
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of brain and bone shrapnel spattering all over the place, declaring my revenge.
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Instead, I smiled at the girl, Karen.
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"Hey, welcome to Noo Yawk, kid," I laid on my best Bronx accent for her.
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She laughed out loud.
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We ate, she talked a little, mostly about music, bands, MTV, stupid crap.
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I asked her when she graduated high school and she stumbled, while she tried to
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remember how old she'd said she was, and calculate what year she would have
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graduated. She was pretty hungry, and wolfed that burger down.
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"So listen, since you just arrived, why don't you come up to my place, you
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can shower, read the paper for want ads, a place to stay." She looked kind of
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nervous, so I babbled on. "You can shower or something if you want, freshen
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up. I need to study, I have an exam tomorrow." God I was a good liar! I'd
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been using this rap for a while though, had practice. The older ones, you have
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to be pretty quick, some of them are smart. Before she knew what was
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happening, we were in the lobby of Nunzio's hotel on 43rd and 8th, just across
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from the bus station, over one of his "Adult Arcades." This Karen girl was
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starting to look kind of scared; Times Square will do that to fresh meat; it
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made her look a lot younger, and I was already getting hard thinking about all
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the fun I was going to have between now and the time I handed her over to
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Nunz's boys.
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"It's not the greatest place," I reassured her in my best college asshole
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jive. "Social workers don't make a lot, and this city'll kill you financially.
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I'll probably move to Jersey after I get my degree, like everyone else."
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She looked a little happier, but she didn't like the way Vito, the fat
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slob that ran the desk days, was eyeballing her.
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"Don't mind Vito," I said, as he handed me the key to my regular room they
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kept available for me. I didn't pay any rent, it was a perk I got as an
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'employee.' "There're plenty of worse creeps in this city than him." I
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thought I heard Vito choking as we picked our way through the debris lining the
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hallway.
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I pushed her into the room ahead of me; it was dark, a windowless interior
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room, and though the rest of the hotel reeked of puke and stale cum, I kept
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this room clean. I had a real nice apartment in one of the better parts of
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Brooklyn, but I spent a lot of time in the room, and I hate filth. I fumbled
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with the light switch, pretending the bulb was burned out, while I reached in
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the drawer of the little table next to the door for the morphine kit. I'd only
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od'd a kid once after Big James, the black pimp I knew from cruising Port
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Authority, put me onto the trick of doping up the kids to get them nice and
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docile. Shit, one dead junkie runaway, more or less, in the Big Apple, nobody
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cares. And you don't want to have to mark them up too bad, it spoils their
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value for a good couple days, sometimes weeks. Plus, with them doped you don't
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have to worry as much about getting kicked in the balls.
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I popped her a hit in the butt, through her nice tight jeans, pretending
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to stumble in the dark, as she yelped and started to get scared. I was done
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being nice; I *had* the stupid little cunt now, right in my own damn hotel
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room. Look, I make no apologies, this city eats morons alive. Darwinism in
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it's purest form.
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I bolted the door, locked the deadbolt and dropped the key into the drawer
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where I kept my fix kit, flipped on the light switch and tackled the little
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cheerleader poonie, throwing her onto her back on the bed that filled most of
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the small room. Landing heavily on top of her, I pinned her arms above her
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head and held her there while I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my crotch into
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hers, through our heavy winter clothes. This little fox, she let out a
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blood-curdling scream, but the locals weren't going to mind, and if they did
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they weren't going to say anything.
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I slapped her across the face, and smiled at her, enjoying the hand-shaped
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mark that was blossoming on her left cheek. She screamed again, and started
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crying. It was incredibly erotic.
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"Why are you doing this?" she whimpered patheticly, the effects of the
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dope making her weak and pliable as she made these hopeless attempts to free
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her arms from my grip. I hadn't given her enough to put her out, though. I
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like them feisty enough. It's no FUN if they don't scream and struggle a bit;
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otherwise you might as well torture a corpse, and I'm not THAT sick.
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I slapped her again, because I felt like it, and locked her arms in the
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cuffs I had attached to permanent rings screwed into the wall just above the
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head of the bed. She pulled against the restraints, and started really bawling
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like a little kid then.
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"Let me go," she sobbed, tears running across my handprints on her face.
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"I'm not really 19, my parents are looking for me, you'll go to jail."
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I just laughed at her. "Bitch, if you were REALLY 19 I wouldn't have
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picked you up. What are you, 14? 15? I bet you're in high school already,
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you're already older than *I* like." I was sitting up on her now, my butt
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resting on her hips, straddling her. We were both still fully dressed, coats,
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shoes and all. I shucked off my jacket and carefully placed it on the chair
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next to the bed, and I pulled off my shoes which were muddying the bedspread
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and placed them on the mat next to the chair. No matter. I always burned the
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bedclothes after each one of these encounters anyway. I unzipped her down
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jacket and pulled up the fluffy pink sweatshirt she was wearing, while she
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squirmed and begged me to stop. With that damn jacket though, it wouldn't go
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up very far, so I left her there and retrieved a pair of scissors from the
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bathroom drawer.
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She started crying again as I cut the expensive down jacket off of her, no
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doubt worrying that her mom would kill her when she found out her new jacket
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had been ruined. The thought of some rich bitch sitting in her kitchen in some
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suburban mansion out of some John Hughes movie, fretting over her pumpkin's
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whereabouts made me smile. I pulled the ruined garment off of Karen, trailing
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feathers that I'd have to clean up later, and proceeded to hack off her fluffy
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pink sweatshirt with the purple teddy bears. It might come in handy later, so
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I folded it and placed it on top of my jacket on the chair. She was left
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wearing just a bra from the waist up, and it wasn't much of a bra, her nipples
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jutted sharply through the thin fabric, and it offered no support. I'm not
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good at describing tits, I like girls without them, but these were pretty nice,
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they were medium sized, just a little more than a handful, but they were firm,
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not those disgusting sloppy wiggly kind, and they had a sprinkling of freckles
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across the top where the sun must've hit them in the summer, like her nose. I
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chopped at the contraption with the scissors and yanked it from her body and
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tossed it into the waste basket next to the dresser.
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I sat back a moment.
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"Look at me, you little whore." I commanded her. When she didn't, I
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pulled the hair on the top of her head so her neck was at a right angle to her
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body and with my free hand I grabbed her left nipple and pulled up as far as it
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would go. "If you don't open your eyes and look at me right now, I'm going to
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cut this nipple right off." I didn't know if I really meant it, but it worked,
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her eyes flew open and she stared straight at me, then at her extended nipple,
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then back at me, her pupils dilated in terror.
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"Now listen up," I told her. "You're MINE now, and you'll do what I say
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as soon as I say it, or things will get ugly. I'm going to do whatever I feel
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like doing to you, and by the time I'm done with you, you're going to beg me
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hurt you, beg me to fuck you, and you'll really *mean* it."
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Karen shook her head, and tears flowed from her face. "I won't," she
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moaned. "You can't make me. My parents will find you, you'll go to jail."
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I shrugged, and climbed off of her prone form. She moved lazily, the
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morphine dulling her senses. Now was not the time to threaten pain; she
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couldn't feel much of it, wouldn't for a few hours yet till the dope wore off.
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Humiliation would still work though, just a plain old-fashioned rape. Time
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later for the heavier stuff that would really get my 'nads pumping.
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"You ever been fucked?" I asked her, as I pulled her shoes and socks off
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and worked her pants down. She didn't struggle much, just whimpered. I
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snipped the scissors above her precious titties every time she moved and that
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quieted her down.
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"Well?!" I barked at her. "Anybody stick their meat in your box?"
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"Yes," she whispered.
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I smiled, as I pulled her panties off, imagining someone just like me,
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riding a younger version of this girl, imagined a big fat cock like mine
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tearing into her fat, hairless, pre-pubescent pussy. Jesus, she was hairy now
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though. I'd have to shave her before I'd be able to fuck her. Curly brown
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hair covered her mound, though thankfully it didn't extend too far between her
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legs.
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"Who fucked you?" I asked conversationally, "Your big jock boyfriend?
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Your daddy? The boys' gym teacher?"
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I abruptly thrust two fingers into her tight dry cunt when she didn't
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answer me, and she yelped and used her legs to push away from my probing
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fingers. It was time to get serious. Using plenty of the silver duct tape I
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bought in volume, I bent her legs at the knees, taping each leg in half, and
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with a considerable amount of physical effort I managed to run a band of tape
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around her midriff so that her legs were bound securely to her torso; her cunt,
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asshole, and buttocks now lewdly exposed for my pleasure. I returned from the
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bathroom with my shaving cream; menthol, it would burn a bit. I lathered up
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her pussy and began scraping away all that disgusting evidence of her maturity.
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She whimpered and moaned, asking me why I was doing it, complaining that I was
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hurting her, that the shaving cream burned, but I noticed that her clit spasmed
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involuntarily as I continued scraping, and I asked her again who had porked
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her.
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"You don't really want to make me mad when I have a razor at your pussy,
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do you?" I asked her.
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"Uncle Larry," she whispered.
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"Uncle Larry," I repeated. "So Uncle Larry shoved his big hot dick into
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your tight little box. Was he the first?" I asked her. She was sobbing
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uncontrollably as I described her encounter with this relative. "Did he bust
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your cherry?"
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"N-n-no no no no no," she choked, "He he he... he let his fr.. his friend
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Bob do it the very first time in my... in my... while he did it.... d-d-d-did
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it in in in my m-m-m-mouth," she wailed.
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It was an old story, I heard it from all these little pukes. Their father
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or some uncle or neighbor or priest or rabbi or little league coach had been
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poking them in one hole or other so they ran away from home.
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"So Uncle Larry and his pal Bob took turns grinding your pussy while you
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sucked the other one off. I bet you liked being a shish kebob, huh?"
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"NO!" she screamed in denial, crying and twisting as I scraped at her
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cuntlips with my razor. "I hate them, I hate you!"
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"...twisting around with one fat dick jamming your tight little hole and
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another one fucking your mouth." I continued on, ignoring her protests. "Your
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uncle's big fat dick sliding down your throat, shooting his hot milky sperm
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into your mouth, while his friend humped your horny little ass and came inside
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you. Did anyone else ever get it wet in your cunt?" I slapped her now smooth,
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naked mound playfully, wiping off the excess shaving cream with her ruined
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sweatshirt. She was young enough; her cunt lips, thankfully, were not yet
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swollen and sagging with the ravages of old age. There's nothing uglier than
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an old pussy.
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"No!" she wailed, her bottom lip quivering childishly, tears rolling down
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her face, no doubt remembering her uncle's bone pistoning in and out of her
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tight young twat while his friend's meat ravaged her wet, gaping mouth, choking
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off her air passage. I heard that chicks come harder if they can't breathe
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when they're being reamed. Time enough for that experiment later. I slipped
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my fingers back into her pussy. Just as I expected, it was quite wet now as I
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reminded her of her previous humiliation. It was always this way with the
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slutty little brats I picked up. They swore they hated i at the same time they
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were creaming all over themselves as they remembered being nailed; same way
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with the boys. They'd tell me Uncle Ralph had poled out their butt every
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Friday for three years, they'd scream that it hurt like hell when I stuffed
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mine in for my share, but their dicks would be dancing against their bellies,
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begging for more.
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"Is this how much you hated it?" I pulled my fingers out of her box and
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smeared her juices on her her upper lip. She twisted her head and shrieked in
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revulsion. I leered into her face as she continued sobbing. "I bet you BEGGED
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them to fuck you, I bet you slurped their dicks every chance you got, sucking
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on their cocks and gulping down their hot sperm like it was your mother's
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titty. I think you rub yourself every night thinking about big fat cocks
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grinding into your cunt. I think you fucked your cunt back at your Uncle Larry
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and imagined it was really your DADDY's dick inside you."
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She was howling hysterically, sobbing wildly, thrashing her head from side
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to side and twisting her bound body as much as she could, as I detailed my
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version of her past, all the while her cunt continued to form it's juices, her
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clitty twitching ever so gently in it's newfound nakedness. I had to have her
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then, I'd gotten myself too hot, describing her childhood.
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I pulled off my pants, folded them up and placed them on the dresser along
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with my underpants and socks, though I left my shirt on, and quickly jumped on
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the bed and mounted her. She wailed pitifully as my shaft sunk deep into her
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teenaged cunt; I thrust hard and fast and deep, with such force that the crown
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of her head slammed into the wall with a resounding thump, and she screamed
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again at the shock.
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Her pussy was tight enough; I had never found a virgin yet, and I'd fucked
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girls as young as eight; but *this* girl's pussy was used to the feel of cock.
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I was pretty sure from the way she sobbed as I described her Uncle and his
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friend balling her that it had been a regular event, probably once or twice a
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week, and she fucked me back, in spite of herself. I managed to catch a
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violent rhythm, slamming into her, her agonized shrieks peaking each time the
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swollen head of my dick traveled the length of her tight young cunt and banged
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into the entrance to her womb, her back arching as her head slammed into the
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wall. The other guests at this "adult hotel" knew better than to complain
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about one of Nunzio's employee's making too much noise, even if it sounded like
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someone was being dismembered.
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She started climaxing then, whimpering and sobbing and thrusting back at
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my driving thrusts as best she could, bound the way she was, her cunt spasming
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around my turgid shaft pistoning between her legs, and I started to come then
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too, and humped into her with all the force I could muster; she came, as
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powerfully as any girl I'd ever fucked up to that moment. It felt as if her
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twat was literally sucking the cum right out of my nuts as I shot load after
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sticky load of my jism deep into her steaming box. I pulled out of her as soon
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as I had shot my last load, and standing naked from the waste down, my dick
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slowly softening, I cut the duct tape to free her legs, ripping it from her
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body in several passes, smiling as she screamed at the fiery pain of her flesh
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seemingly torn from her body. I watched her belly and clit twitch again as this
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last surge of pain caused another smaller orgasm to course through her body. I
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wonder what cruel trick of biology causes pain and pleasure to be so easily
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confused?
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I showered, whistling some stupid television jingle, cleaning our mingled
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juices from my body, and put on a new set of clothes. It was actually quite
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some time since I'd first picked Karen up, and we would need some dinner, some
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food to see us through the long night ahead.
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I slapped her on the thigh as I left her there on the bed with her arms
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still chained to the wall above the bed. "You're a pretty good lay, I guess
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you've had a lot of practice." I gathered my coat and gloves, put on my shoes
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and headed out the door. "I guess I'm not too bad either, from the way you
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were flopping around on the end of my dick."
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I stopped at the front desk on my way out to leave a message with Vito.
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"Tell Sal Wednesday, any time after, say, 8am. 4 C. Kind of old." It was
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Monday now. I'd have another day and a half to play; if I got bored, she would
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keep till Sal came by to pick her up.
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I showered lazily, thinking as best as I could with a raging boner and a
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lot of speed still pumping around in my bloodstream. Nunzio's boys, Sal and
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whoever Sal worked with, would be picking up the merchandise in another
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twenty-four hours; I had reached the limit on what I could do to Karen that
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wouldn't show. Kind of too bad, she had such soft creamy flesh, firm, but
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smooth, it begged to be scratched and squeezed and poked. But hell, there
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would be others, some of them I'd be willing to use up myself. Christmas was
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coming up in another month and a half, I'd treat myself then. I needed the
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cash on this baby.
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Problem was, I'd really excited my blood lust; if I couldn't draw blood, I
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still needed to hear the little cunt scream to keep me really hard, I needed
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her twisting spastically, tortured beyond endurance, even while the juicy hole
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between her legs sent jolt after agonizing jolt of pleasure coursing through
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her limber young body.
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It was going on seven, it seemed like I'd been filling my teen meat
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forever. I got an idea. Almost as fun as physical torture is painful
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humiliation. The Puerto Rican who ran the desk from midnight to eight would be
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around for another hour still, and I happened to know that he let two fucked-up
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homeless Vet buddies sleep in the boiler room. He'd given me the look a few
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times, like he knew what business I was in, and like he didn't mind, so I
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thought I'd try and pick up some spare change, give Karen some practice before
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Nunz' put her to work doing God knows what. (... I don't know NOTHING...)
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It was tough stuffing my monster woodie into my jeans, but I managed
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somehow. I let the shower go cold, that helped.
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Swaggering out to the lobby, jeans, white t-shirt, boots, I caught Ramon
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napping. He was a dark little fucker; some of these PRs are hard to tell from
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blacks; a lot of times it's the name that's the only clue. I leaned against
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the counter, scratching at the stubble sprouting on my face, and drummed my
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fingers. Ramon opened an eye to peer at me, unabashed at being found sleeping.
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He didn't like me, he figured I was a goddamn *maricon*, because of the young
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boys he'd seen me with, though he seemed to be confused by my "machismo".
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"Whatchoo want, eh my man?" this guy scowled at me, for interrupting
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his nap.
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"Wondering, just wondering," I smiled at him, moved away so he could get a
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load of my hard-on. My eyes were bright red, my pupils were about as big as
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they can be, from all the crank, from being awake, and UP, for over twenty-four
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hours now. "Wondering if you need some pussy. Chinga senorita?"
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Ramon snorted at my fractured Spanish, but I caught his pupils dilate.
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He was pretty cool, but some things you can't control.
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"Young pussy?" he asked, tonelessly, as if not really interested, just
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making conversation.
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"Too young isn't legal," I kept my face flat, testing. You gotta be
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careful, you don't know what'll set some guys off, like some you gotta be
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careful; about family and sisters, they're all of them fucked up.
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He looked away, at the TV set that was playing one of the morning shows.
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"Ain't legal to spit in the subway either."
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"No," I agreed, "it also ain't legal to fuck someone says they don't
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want to," I added conversationally.
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Ramon eyeballed me sideways, still mostly focussed on the TV. From where
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I was standing, I could see his dick jump at my last statement. He had to know
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about my "proclivities," as he'd been working nights as long as I'd been using
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this hotel, and my "guests" made enough noise at times to wake the dead.
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It took some cryptic haggling, but we finally agreed on $400 for him and
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his two 'Nam buddies, for four hours or as long as they lasted, whichever came
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first. With the condition that I got to watch, and participate if I felt like
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it, which I doubted I would. "Seconds" doesn't appeal to me, sticking my dick
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in some snatch that's already filled with another guy's jizz... GROSS! Though
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I sure did still want to jack off in Karen's face, spit my cock-snot all over
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her body, make her drink my cum.
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A hundred of that $400 take had to go to pay Vito not to shoot his fat
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ugly mouth off to Sal that I was pimping off Nunzio's goods to the help.
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Though technically she wasn't Nunzio's till he paid up, I wasn't gonna argue
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*contract law*, right of ownership, with these guys. It got me thinking again
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about how it might be nice to start up my own business, let Nunz' in on it so's
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not to get WHACKED, of course. The setup now though, it was low risk, and I
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got plenty of fresh meat.
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I went out for some breakfast, still contemplating my business
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opportunities, finding some amusement watching the ants scurry around the
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streets dragging bread crumbs to the queen in their briefcases, while I waited
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for Ramon to get off work.
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Karen was sleeping when I got back to the room around 8:30. She was lying
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face down on the bed, her arms still cuffed to her waist, her hair splayed
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about her shoulders, her legs spread, exposing her sore, swollen pussy lips. I
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watched her sleep, noticing that her buttocks were dotted with small red marks
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where my fingers had grabbed her in my fucking frenzy, her back streaked red
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where my nails had scraped her. I smiled. The marks were fading already, now
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a merry pink instead of angry red.
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Smiling, I removed my boots and slipped off my jeans and underwear, to
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release my swollen rod. I climbed on the bed and removed the harness binding
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Karen's arms to her waist.
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She lay completely unbound. "Free..."
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Karen moaned, rousing slowly from her exhausted near-coma drowse, as I
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rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs reflexively now, and
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without speaking to her, I looked deep into her eyes and lay my full weight on
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her. She moaned as I entered her. I thrust my bone into her unresisting
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depths, and she closed her eyes to look away from my face hovering over her as
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I pinned her beneath me, grinding myself used box.
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I grabbed Karen's head in my hands as I continued to gently rape her
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nearly limp form. She was far too exhausted to struggle against my unwanted
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attentions, not without more violent stimulation. For the moment I was content
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to merely make her writhe emotionally.
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"Look at me," I demanded.
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Karen opened her eyes, the tears rolling down her face the only physical
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acknowledgement that my meat was still stretching her interior, pushing
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insistently between her spread legs.
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"I'm only the third guy you've ever fucked, right?" I asked her as I
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thrust myself vigorously into her. She closed her eyes and winced as my cock
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hit home.
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"Yes," she answered, more tears splashing from her eyes as she rocked
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beneath my humping thrusts.
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"Well today we're going to double the number of guys you've laid." I
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smiled cruelly, as Karen started sniffling, then sobbing, as my meaning slowly
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penetrated her sleep-deprived brain. She pushed her hands up against my chest,
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perhaps finally realizing she was no longer bound.
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I casually slapped her hands away, holding them pinned to the bed above
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her head, as I began balling her more urgently. It pleased me, the way her
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face reddened, her bottom lip quivering childishly as I fucked up into her,
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harder and harder as my lust grew, tears flying from her face as she twisted
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her head, trying to hide the pain my cock was administering to her abused
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loins.
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"Some friends of mine want some young pussy," I told her as I slammed
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into her. "I told them what a horny little slut you are... " I moaned, trying
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to maintain some control, my cock growing ever harder as I prepared to shoot
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yet another load of cum into this choice little receptacle.
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"... they're going to..." I grunted, rammed my meat harder and harder...
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Karen sobbed out of control, exhausted, humiliated, her lower body on fire.
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There was a timid knock on the door. I moaned loudly as I felt my nuts jerk
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out of control.
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"Ohhhhh......."
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I spurted a small stream of cum into the babe beneath me, lying quietly on
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top of her, clenching and unclenching my butt muscles, feeling her back arch as
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my weight flattened her breasts.
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"I told them what a little tramp you are," I pulled out of Karen, and
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slapped her gumdrop-sized nipples so she squeaked in pain. With her hands free
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she clutched at her breasts to try and ease the pain. "I told them how you've
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been screwing and sucking your uncle and his friend, how you beg me to fuck you
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really hard."
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I grinned wolfishly as she lay meekly clutching her tits, her legs still
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spread, her twat leaking my fluid.
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There was another soft knock on the door; I flipped on the overhead light,
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I wanted to really get a good view of the action I'd set up. I slipped on my
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jeans and let in Ramon and the two bums who lived in the boiler room. It
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looked like they'd showered, probably the maid had let them use one of the
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rooms that she was cleaning. Miraculously, their clothes were clean. Ramon
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handed me the four bills; I wondered where he'd come up with the cash; probably
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knocked off a liquor store, maybe robbed a church, maybe it was just their
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month's pooled VA checks. I didn't ask. I didn't care.
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The taller, skinnier one looked like some black Jesus, long black curly
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afro spinning away from his head at all angles, his beard and moustache thin
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and ratty, no doubt from a lack of protein, bad diet. I had the good sense not
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to ask if the guy was really black or just a PR, some guys are really touchy
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about that. The smaller boiler room rat was pale and pudgy, kind of
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baby-faced. I'd bet anything he was one of the last to be drafted; he probably
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wasn't more than twenty-seven, twenty-eight when I met him.
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Ramon had a nice crazy shine in his eyes, as he looked at me, at the naked
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girl crying on the bed clutching her breasts and leaking cum.
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"Chingao..." he breathed. "So young. Like that VC girl we bagged,
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over there..."
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The pudgy young guy giggled, his cock bulging against the front of his
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worn, faded jeans. "C'mon man, let's fuck her, we're wasting time."
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Ramon pulled his shoes and pants off, and let them drop to the floor by
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the side of the bed as he climbed up onto the bed between Karen's legs. He
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slapped her breast experimentally, smiling when she arched her back and cried
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out, his dick lurching happily.
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I sat back on the chair near the bed, got myself a beer, and offered one
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to Ramon's compadres.
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"Nah, fuck man," the black one shrugged, pulling off his shoes and pants
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to let loose the most outrageously huge cock I'd ever seen in my life. "He
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ain't gonna take long."
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The little guy just giggled and wanked himself harder through his jeans.
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"Whatever." I kicked back to enjoy the unfolding entertainment.
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Ramon rammed his meat into Karen and started humping into her like a
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goddamn bull. From where I sat I had a nice view of his cock spearing into her
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pink twat, splitting her lips wide, my cum squeezing out around his cock as he
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pumped her.
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The little guy was really getting into it, yanking himself furiously,
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giggling, offering encouragement.
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"Fuck her, man, pound her tight little pussy," he cheered. "Is she tight
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man?? I'll bet she's really tight, she's not very old." He was fucking his
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hips in time with Ramon's gyrations, his eyes half closed with lust as he
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rubbed his boner.
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The black guy was much cooler, he simply stood, watching his friend ball
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Karen, slowing pulling his mammoth dick as it got harder and fatter and longer.
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MAN I wanted to see that thing bury itself in Karen's young pussy, I wanted to
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see if he could get it past her butt muscle without tearing it. I half thought
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it wasn't going to fit in either hole, but the effort alone would be a sight
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worth seeing. And no doubt hearing. If ANYTHING could revive the little slut,
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that cock ripping up into her belly would.
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Ramon was nearing climax. I could see his nuts jerking, and Karen was
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starting to revive a bit, screaming and arching her back as he clutched her
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tits in his orgasmic ecstasy. He rode her high and hard, their pubic bones
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slamming together with a bruising force, picking her hips up off the bed as he
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skewered her. Grunting and thrusting, moaning something in Spanish that
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sounded like a prayer, he shot a hot thick load into Karen's cunt; I watched as
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it leaked out around his softening dick; he pulled out before he was done
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coming, and landed his last sticky spurts on her bald twat, rubbing the
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shrinking head of his cock in the small puddle.
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"Chingao!" he moaned, rolling off as Karen lay with her legs still spread,
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her eyes tightly shut, her hands clasping her freshly traumatized boobs. He
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rolled to a sitting position, perched on the edge of the bed, and watched as
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the little guy tossed off his jeans, no underwear, I noticed. He leaped
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enthusiastically onto the bed, diving between Karen's spread legs, flopping
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himself on her prone form. His fat pink belly slapping against hers, the kid
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started humping into Karen like a wild dog on a bitch in heat; he was so
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fucking horny he came after about five strokes, groaning and cursing himself.
|
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I swear I thought he was gonna start blubbering, no shit. I'da started
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laughing but man, it's not too swift to laugh at wacked-out vets. And this kid
|
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was WACKED.
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"Calm down, kid," Ramon slapped his ass, "Plenty of time to get it up
|
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again. Let Mook have his turn and she can suck it up for you." The kid
|
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crawled back off the bed, perched on the dresser near where I was sitting, to
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watch "Mook" take his turn with my prize.
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Something in the kid snapped; it pissed him off when Karen managed to
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free her mouth from his cock
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"Suck me you little bitch you little fucking tramp fucking slut cunt whore
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goddammit SUCK ME!" He screamed, enraged, slapping her face half a dozen times,
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as she shrieked out of control, the dick in her ass blanking everything else in
|
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importance. The kid grabbed Karen's hair at the roots and slammed his cock
|
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into her mouth, muffling her screams. Thrusting wildly, he drove his dick down
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her throat, thrusting his hips forward as Mook's efforts in her ass drove
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Karen's mouth forward on the kid's cock. Blood blossomed on Karen's face as
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the kid's pubic bone slammed into her small pig-nose; the kid laughed
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maniacally as his groin was painted red with her blood.
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The three continued fucking Karen for almost three hours; taking turns in
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her ass and pussy and mouth; sometimes simultaneously, sometimes alternately,
|
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as they rested up between orgasms; making her suck her shit and blood, their
|
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cum, off their cocks, getting them hard again to rape her in another hole. She
|
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was rolled and spanked and squeezed and fucked in every position they could
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imagine, but finally they were too exhausted to continue.
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After they'd left, I sat looking at the limp, exhausted, blood, cum, and
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shit-crusted remains of my horny little slut. The blanket she lay on was
|
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rumpled and twisted and covered with the drying remains of her blood and the
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three men's fluids. Karen's hair was matted with their sperm, her face caked
|
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with blood from her nose, dried semen from her rapists' dicks, shit their cocks
|
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had pulled from her own ass. She lay unmoving, drooling their cum, breathing
|
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raggedly, her throat raw from screaming around the dicks that had violated her
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mouth.
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Still, though her nose had accidentally been bloodied and her ass and cunt
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leaked blood from within, she'd not been bruised, and the surface of her skin
|
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hadn't been damaged. She'd scrub up well. I'd still get a fair price for her.
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Nunzio had paid me twice what I was asking for this little cunt for younger
|
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kids who were in much worse shape physically, age was the main factor, so long
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as the kids I delivered weren't obviously dying or sickly.
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"God baby, you've been really good," I told her. "I'll remember you."
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I watched as this teen's pussy lips rippled through their latest
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pain-induced orgasm, her pussy slick not with water but the juice of her cunt.
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"You're leaving," she rasped out. I couldn't tell whether it was a
|
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question or a statement.
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I left her hanging there while I cleaned up the rest of the room. I took
|
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the blankets, her ruined clothes, the refuse from the bottom of the closet, the
|
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crusty blanket from the bed, down to the incinerator in the basement. I
|
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destroyed any evidence, any blood and body fluids. I remembered her duffle bag
|
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too. I didn't look at the contents before I incinerated it, probably there was
|
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a picture of her family, some ratty old teddy bear she'd had as a baby. There
|
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might have been a couple bucks, but I didn't really want to open these kids'
|
|
stuff and look at their pathetic pasts. I had to destroy any evidence tracing
|
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the prey to a former life. It was just common sense if I didn't want to get
|
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caught.
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With the room cleaned, I tied Karen spread-eagled, face down, to the bare
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mattress.
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I patted her butt as I prepared to leave.
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"You're leaving," she rasped again. "Stay."
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I rubbed between her legs and she humped up appreciatively towards my
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hand. I gave her a small shot of morphine in her butt. She'd want some rest
|
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before they picked her up. I was starting to crash in a very big way, if I
|
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didn't get back to my cozy little flop in Brooklyn I might never make it there.
|
|
My dick was exhausted, and the rest of me agreed.
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And now that I truly owned this little bitch, now that she WANTED me to
|
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torture her to pleasure, now that she would do whatever I wanted, I had no use
|
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for her. The conquest is all.
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I did the cruelest thing I could ever do to her then.
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I left.
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