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Ü ÜßÝ Ü Ü Ü
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Ý Û Ý Ý Ý
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BLaH Ý ß Ý ÜßÜ Ý Ý
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File ÝßÜ Ý ÜÝ ÝßÝÜÝ Written August 3rd, 1992
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#006 Ý Ýig Ýong ÜßÝ Ýnd Ý Ýairy
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Ý Ý Ý Þ Ý Ý Ý
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ÝÜß ÝÜÜÝ ßÜÜßÞ ÜÝ ÞÜ
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Presents
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Ú ÄÄ ¿
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"A Clockwork Banana"
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³ by ³
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Chessman
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À ÄÄ Ù
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The big breasted blond bounced into his office with his coffee about
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15 minutes after he had sent her out to get it. He looked at his watch,
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annoyed with her lateness, but he was soon distracted by her long slim legs
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and her heavy breasts as she leaned over his desk. They were incredible.
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At least ten pounds a piece, if not more. He followed them as they bounced
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and jiggled around in her loose fitting bra. He imagined himself burying
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his face in them as his penis was forced in and out of her tight pussy.
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He could almost hear her cries of ecstacy and her unrelenting moans and
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groans.
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The blond also had thoughts of him. She would have loved to look
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at his penis. One of her co-workers had sworn it was the biggest one she
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had ever seen. That's what really intrigued her. She would hold it rigid
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with both hands, her long slim fingers wrapped tightly around it ,
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slowly pulling the skin back. Little by little she would move her hands
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faster until she was masturbating him. She would kneel between his legs,
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occasionally applying her tongue, and she would watch his face. She loved
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to watch her mens' faces as they were brought into orgasm. They looked like
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animals for those few moments, total crazed-out lovely animals that belonged
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in zoos, or in trees a million years ago. There was a sense of danger at
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these moments, this turned her on more than anything else. She dreamed of
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being on top of a wild animal grunting and groaning underneath her. It
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drove her crazy with desire, and when they finally came she would watch it
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shoot out of them, and she would usually come herself as she put her head
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down and wiped the sperm all over her face, her eyes, her breasts. For those
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few moments she was an animal too, and when it was over she would lie down,
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sperm running down her face, her legs spread wide open, and let them do
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whatever they wanted.
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She finished pouring the coffee, and she peeked over the end of the
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desk. She was happy to see an erection shaping in his khaki pants. She
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looked back into his face and smiled. He smiled back and he reached for
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her blouse. Soon it was off along with her bra and her skirt. He fucked her like a wild animal, unrelenting and violently erotic.
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It was the most incredible experience of his life. He loved it so much he
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decided he wanted to have it everyday.
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While she was congradulating him on his incredible performance,
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he reached around into his desk for his letter opener. With a growl of a
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crazed animal he lunged at her face, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
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She was satisfied and sleepy and utterly defenseless. A blow caught her
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cheek, another an eye, then her nose, her mouth. In seconds she lay still,
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beaten unconscious by the savage assault. The blood that now flowed from
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all over her body excited him. With fingers he smeared it all over his
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chest and shoulders and arms. He felt like a savage. Grunting, he forced
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the woman's mouth open as ribbons of discolored mucous gushed out. Giggling
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now, his body streaked with red, his maddened eyes mere dots of flamed
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desire, he plunged his penis into the pool of blood. The sensation was
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electric, and his mind instantly forged a pleasure connection between the
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blood on her face and his hardened lust. His thoughts raced ahead to future
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connections as his hand moved her head in a rhythmic motion. The blood
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flowed freely from her wounded mouth, and what remained eventually came to
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mingle with his spent passion.
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After he had completed his crazed sexual assualt, he went to work
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with the letter opener. First using his thighs he pried open her legs,
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and examined her privates. They had not been damaged at all in their
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little skirmish and come seemed to still be pouring out of it. He smiled.
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Then he went to work with the letter opener. He dug it deep into side of
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her genitals and started to saw them out. More blood flowed out of her and
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it seemed to turn him on even more. He shoved the letter opener deeper and
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deeper until he hit bone. Soon he was finished, and he wrapped what he had
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removed in a section from an old newspaper. He thought about leaving with
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just the chunk he had taken out but then he got a better idea. He wanted
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her breats on his mantle. He thought it would make an incredible trophy.
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In fact when his reign of terror was finally over he had a case full of
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dismembered breasts, but all of that came later. Now he had his first trophy
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and he was proud of it.
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To Be Continued...
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Memento Mori
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Writers- Chessman <Za/\/y guy and murder enthusiast> REMEMBER
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