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   Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Sunday PM, April 01,
2001

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   A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: zurichgi.txt
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Story_codes: M/f rape, drugs
Story_intro: Spider becomes enchanted with a young lady Zurich.

   Zurich Girl [untitled]

   Written by Spider

   I was in Zurich.  It was Friday afternoon.  I was walking back to the
Hotel Zurich, taking the long way.  I didn't want to walk through the
Platzspitz...  Too many young hoodlums and junkies.  Before I crossed the
small bridge I stopped to have a small drink from a snack bar stand.  The
girl's name was Gretchen.  She did not speak English and I did not speak
Suisse Duetsch.

   Her hair was blonde and wavy-curly, just longer than her collar, her
face had a small sprinkle of freckles.  Her figure was wonderful, firm and
athletic.  Her clothing under the apron was tight, but not squeezing her.
Almost as though at paint on texture.

   I retrace my steps back towards the museum, then, turning right towards
the park.  Now I was emboldened.  I needed something now.

   As the sky darkened, I watched from the tram stop.  I watched for her to
leave.  I followed her then, when she crossed the bridge, strolling,
smiling, I followed her towards old town.  She purchased a cup or tea, I
suppose at a small cafe along her path.  I followed her watching the
muscles of her trim thighs working under the thin linen of her slacks. 
Another block.  Two.  She turned into a narrow lane between buildings.  I
ran to catch up, not wanting to lose sight of her.

   I peeked around the corner, afraid that Gretchen would be out of sight.
She was just there, around the corner in shadow, kneeling to pick up items
from her spilt bag.  She was absorbed in her task.  Coins, makeup, other
things, scattered in front of her.  I quickly pulled the readied syringe.
The morphine I bought in the Plaztspitz.  I pushed her to the cobbles and
covered her with my body.  Gretchen struggled, squirming under me with no
breath, unable to yell.  She gasped, trying to draw a full breath as I
wrapped my forearm across her mouth and jabbed the syringe into her neck.
Gretchen squealed.  I pushed the plunger.

   She struggled for a minute or so more, her wriggling body under mine
hardening me.  Gretchen moaned slightly as her body relaxed completely.

   She rolled to her back when I pulled my arm from her face.  Her eyes
were unfocused and her mouth had a small smile.  I pulled her cotton blouse
open, watching her small firm breasts jiggle, then pulled her bra down and
stared at her bright pink nipples.  I tore her pants open down the front,
the fabric tearing deeply at the crotch, splitting down one side.  Gretchen
wore white panties.  Smooth, sheer.  A small pink bow at the waist.

   I grasped her ankles and lifted them over my shoulders, quickly then
ripping her panties at the crotch.  Her small mound was covered in curly
blonde hair, her pubes tangled at her labial split, a pink slit there for
me.  I touched her, rubbing my finger up and down, sliding across her pink
skin.  Gretchen's head lolled, her eyes dilated widely, her mouth still
slack.  I felt moistness begin, slowly, to dampen her tissues.  My finger
slid into her vagina now.  Just the tip at first.  My prick throbbed,
bouncing with my heartbeat.

   My finger eased into her more, catching at the drum tight membrane of
her maidenhead.  I could not stop myself now, I had to take her quickly
lest someone come along.  I pushed the end of my cock to her little untried
hole now, wiggling my hips slightly to wedge my self firmly at her
entrance. Gretchen moved her head to look up at me, but was still too
drugged to see me clearly.  That is how I remember her to this day.  The
way her delicate neck arched as I pushed into her, breaking her.  I kept
pushing, not stopping until my cock was completely inside her.  I came
then, a long pulsing release.  Gretchen made small coughing noises, her
eyes flooding with moisture as I flooded her pussy with my semen.  I
stroked into her several more times pulled away from her.  I took her white
panties and cleaned the blood and the semen from my cock.

   I still have Gretchen's panties.  I look at them to remember times gone
by.  Remembering her vitality and youth.  I left her there in the narrow
lane in old town.  Ravaged and open.  tears flowing from her eyes, a small
dampness on the cobble beneath her hips.  Gretchen lay there silently as I
buttoned my fly.  I turned and walked away.

















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