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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part Five - Heather Hunted

Medi rolled off Kelly’s ass. He had really become quite fond of the redhead. She was, by far, the best as pleasing him with her ass. He looked at the remaining names and matched them to their photos. He didn’t know any of them. They had done him no harm, they were just available. He picked one at random, a beautiful brunette with the name of Heather Schneider. She looked every inch the Sorority President. One would never know she had been involvedin a fatal hit and run. He smiled as he remembered The Godfather. It wasn’t personal, it was just business.

Having made his selection, Medi put on gloves and opened the batch of index cards. Taking a pen from an unopened pack, he wrote in block letters:

I KNOW ALL ABOUT THE TRAFFIC ACCIDENT. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SECRET, MEET ME OUTSIDE THE RATHSKELLER AT CLOSING TIME ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT. I WATCH TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALONE. ELSE, I WILL POST THE INFORMATION TO THE INTERNET. IT’S YOUR CHOICE.

Thinking of what he would do to her caused his manhood to stir. The perfect vessel to receive his lust, Kelly, was waitiing patiently for him. He decided to reward her and rolled her onto her back. She eagerly spread her legs to pull him inside her, frantic to get to that orgasmic state she knew awaited.

Heather tripped down the main stair case of the sorority. She was in a great mood, almost like that silly professor in one of the Harry Potter books. She fully believed in the ‘magical me’ thing. The mental image one had of oneself was critical. It was more than just the clothes making the person. And she liked her clothes as well. She knew she looked just right. Her tight white stretch pants were daringly low, without being obscene. The matching white hooded zip up top was open, showing the red and white striped sleaveless top she liked. And the deck shoes made her Betty Coed.

After greeting the desk clerk, Heather picked up her mail. She noticed a letter, with childish block lettering. She opened it, took out an index card, and changed her life forever. She quickly read it and utterly froze. The desk clerk must have noticed the change in her, she asked if everthing were okay. Heather didn’t hear her until she asked the question the second time. She nodded. Feeling sick to her stomach, she staggered backup the stairs. And, in fact, she ducked into the restroom and lost the contents of her stomach. After several head pounding minutes, she lurched to her room. After a while, her mind slowly began to function. She had always known that, at some point, someone might find out what she had done. It had been her Freshman year. Unfamiliar with drink, she had hit that homeless man on the side of the road. She should have stopped. She could still see it. She wished she had stopped. But she hadn’t.

And what was worse was that it was already Wednesday, late in the day. The knot in her stomach would not really go away. She hoped she didn’t loose her cookies again. She was supposed to chair the monthly board meeting, but she couldn’t do that. Picking up her cell phone, she called Celia and begged off. She made some excuse about having to go to the library, and rang off. With time to kill, she left the building and wandered around aimlessly. Too early, she wandered past the Fathskeller, loath to go in before she was supposed to. From time to time she met people she knew. It was so hard to retain an air of normalicy when her life was done.

Medi continued to be a regular at the Rathskeller. He was now a fixture, who occasioned no real comment. As was his want, he picked a table away from the entrance. No one bothered him, and he sat quietly, sipping his beer. Grimes and Jarvis were outside, waiting to see if he needed them. Their job was to take out any interfence the bitches might bring with them. And they had been needed on several occasions. They were drawn to him, not only by the money, and the chance to rough up college boys, but by the prospect of coed pussy.

Heather, afraid to do otherwise, made it a point to enter the door precisely at 10 PM. She had been here a few times early in her stay at the university, but it was pretty tame stuff. The real parties were on frat row and she had done lots of those. The lighting was dim.

Just a little before 10 PM a knockout blonde, alone, entered the Rathskeller. Looking down at his picture for the zillionth time, Medi confirmed that she was the one. He drank her in. Her sholder length platinum blonde hair begged to be gripped. Her pouty mouth was demanding to wrap around a cock. She was wearing tight white pedal pushers that he intended to pull off her shapely hips and legs. And her breasts proudly strained against her tight candy striped top. When she looked in his direction, he managed to be looking somewhere else.

She was at a loss as to what happened next. She had thought he, assuming it was a he, would come up to her and they would do whatever they were going to do. Looking around, no one made any particular eye contact with her, other than the usual oogling she was often the object of. Feeling more and more ackward, she nervously brushed back her hair and shuffled around a little bit. She finally sat down at a table, near a couple who were quietly talking. She wondered if she would have to buy a drink, but last call was announced. She was beginning to panic as the place emptied out, and no one stopped to talk to her.

With last call, he raised his glass and looked at it. There was still about two inches. Shrugging, he tossed down the last of his beer, nodded to Butch, the barkeep, and ambled out the door with the rest. He separated and stood in a dark doorway, waiting for his prey. He had enough experience at this, by now, to know she was alone.

Again in a quandry, she stayed as long as she reasonably could, wondering if it was someone on the staff here. But she was shooed out, along with a bar fly. Standing there, outside the entrance, the gate shut and locked behind her. She looked furtively around, seeing no one now. The lights went down and she dispaired. She knew this was no hoax. The note was too specific. She worried that she had done something wrong and they weren’t coming.

Medi, in his dark doorway, watched her. She was wearing a matching white top and bottom. The top was zippered with a little hood. Her pants were deliciously tight. Llike a man studying a menu, he decided on oral tonight. After the gate was locked and the lights went down. He waited as she paced. And then he stepped out of the shadows, making a small noise so as not to startle her too much. She whirled around, hair flying to face him. They looked at each other. Now was the time to get her used to surrendering.

She had no idea if this were the right person. She waited for him to speak, but he was silent. Overcoming the social conditioning that good girls never opened a conversation like this, she started. “Are you the one who wrote the note?” His accented voice grated on her sensibilities, as he asked her what note that might be? What if he wasn’t the right one? “Well, someone wrote me a note asking me to be here at 10 PM. Was that you?”

He took in her magnificent body. With her standing in the bulk of what light there was, he could not see her eyes,surely filled with panic. But he could see her face twisted with fear. She was twirling a strand of stray hair. He stepped toward her, and she backed up a little. He could see her jaw tighted as she realized he was an Arab. “I am he whom you seek.”

He was moving forward now, and she backed up just a bit. She could see he was slender, of less than average height, obviously a foreigner. She suspected he was an Arab, and gritted her teeth. These oil rich bastards were buying up the country.

Now was the time to take control, before she could figure out other options. “What is your name please?” After a hesitation, she told him it was Heather. “What is your ‘Christian’ name?” He kept the sneer out of his voice. She gave it to him. And then he held up copies of the papers Hernandez’ men had dug up. One of them was a police report on the vehicular homicide of one Kim Wittman. The police had looked high and low to find the hit and run killer of the homeless man, but had been unsuccessful. A second one was a deposition from Clare Heiberger that Heather had borrowed her car on the week in question. There was also the body shop report on the car repair, after Heather had hit that ‘deer’ on that rainy night. And, after all this time, he had a separate copy of a blood report on that ‘deer’.

Heather sagged further with each blow. She was an experienced debater, and she recognized a preponderance of circumstancial evidence. Even a very sharp lawyer would have a very hard time getting her out of this, if she could at all. Then he was asking her if she wanted to look at the papers. She nodded and he suggested somewhere more private. Again she nodded. He suggested his van, in the parking lot. What else could she do but nod to that as well. And then she realized he had already turned away from the well lit building and was heading into the darker parking lot.

He stepped out into the street and headed toward the parking lot. He was never in any doubt she would follow, as he heard her quick steps, trying to catch up with him. He ignored her, not saying anything or looking at her until they got to the van. He used the electronic toy to unlock the door, quickly opened it and motioned for her to get in. As she was entering, he thumbed an additional command, starting the video cameras and the voice pickups.

She had felt sick to her stomach, again, as she followed the Arab across the street and out into the maze of cars. He had made no move to touch her in any way, or make any conversation with her. She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. When they got to a mini-van, he had opened the cargo door and motioned for her to get in. Blinking from the illuminated interior, she had scrambled in. Taking in the fact that the entire back was a mattress, she thought she knew what was going to happen. When he started to get in, she moved further down, avoiding looking at him. The door closed but the lights stayed on.

Now to complete the breakdown of this slut. She was staring downward. He snapped out. “Look at me when I speak to you!” She did so, reluctantly. “What is your name.” She gave it again. “Please, telll me of the accident and the poor unfortunate Mr. Wittman.”

She fought the impulse to look down. How hard it was to maintain eye contact. “I’m not sure what you mean.” He had growled menacingly and asked her about the auto accident. “Well, I don’t know about ....” She stopped abruptly, staring at his hand holding out a wad of paper. She exhaled sharply, trying to keep her wits. “Well, yah, I was in an accident with my friend’s car.” At his prompting she provided dates and times and locations. She had gulped when he asked if anyone had been injured. She suddenly felt totally hopeless. Gritting her teeth she capitulated. “Yes.” He asked for the name and she supplied it. He asked her what had happened to the victim. She sealed her fate. “He died.” He made her clarifly that she had been responsible for his death.

Having that on tape was priceless. Now he needed to drive his advantage home. “What would the penalty be for this, do you think?” She shook her head. “In your country, I would imagine it to be 5-20 years. Especially since this would take so long to come to light, I would think there would be little leniency, do you not agree?” She glumly nodded. “In my country, it would be blood money or beheading.”

Then they got to the part she knew was coming. He asked her if he should give this evidence to the State Police, or did she want to work out some other arrangement. She dared not hope very much. Her voice was trembling. “Can we work something out, like that blood money you talked about?” He asked her how much she had in mind. “I have $2000 in my school account, would that be enough?”

He laughed at the small amount, although he would eventually take it too. “What else do you have in mind?” He could see the answer on her face, but she wouldn’t own up to it, shrugging her shoulder. “Think on it some more.” They were interrupted when the van rocked as Jarvis and Grimes got into the front. She looked ready to run. “Please. Do not be alarmed. My associates will do you no harm.”

She was still glancing nervously at them as the grilling continued. He wanted to know what else she had to offer. She knew what she was going to have to offer, that which every woman can offer, her pride, her independence, her body. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She bit her lip as he stared at her. She spoke in a small voice. “Do you want to make love to me?”

Medi snorted. “Love? Who spoke of love? What is it you are offering?”

He wouldn’t even allow her a pretense of respect. “My body.” He wanted to know what, specifically she was offering. “To do whatever you want.” But he wanted more. “You can have sex with my body, if that is what you want.” He wanted to know more specifically what she was offering. “You can take me any way you want. You can stick it in me.” She was becoming angry as he goaded her. “You can fuck me. I’ll let you do me any way you want.” She glanced angrily at the men in the front. “And they can do me, too, if that is what you want.” There, she had said it.

“Then, before I buy, you would not mind showing me what you are offering?” He saw her start. He never grew tired of this part. As she unzipped her white hooded top, he felt his cock stir. Even in the dim light, he could see the tight, high collared, sleaveless, candy striped top. Glaring at him, she pulled her top up over her large breasts and over her head. She had a pink bra on. She was looking down. “Look at me bitch!” Her head snapped back up. She fumbled with the front clasp and took off her bra. Her large, augmented tits were loose now, and jiggled as only a woman could. Setting up, she tried to take her pants off, but needed more room. Laying down, she pushed her tight white pants down, along with her panties. He watched as her blonde pubic hair came into view, confirming her to be a natural blonde. She kicked her delightful long legs as she kicked her white legs to get out of her clothes. He felt himself harden as he viewed the girl who was to be his latest conquest. Even in this light he could see her scarlet skin screaming her shame for all three men to see.

She lay on her back, sweating in spite of the cool temperature of the van. When she had stripped to the waist, she had hoped it would be enough, but it wasn’t. As she had taken her clothes off, her breasts had jiggled at every move, an uncomfortable sensation. She wished they were the size they used to be, not the larger size they were now. She was acutely aware that she was totally naked, with three men she did not know in the slightest, and whose absolutely mercy she was in.

His cock was rock hard now. And lust filled his voice. “Get over here you stupid bitch!” She rolled over and got up on all fours. Her tits bobbled inticingly as she crawled over to him. Her eyes were still on him. He reached out and wrapped his fingers in her golden locks. Her eyes were filled with horror as he pulled her face to his. He mashed his mouth against hers, expecting her to allow him entry. But her mouth was as hard as a statue, denying him passage.

She could smell his garlic breath as he forced his mouth to hers. She was absolutely frozen with terror as he tried to enter her mouth and she had resisted. He pulled back and her head was suddenly ringing from the blow he had delivered. She burst into tears and began to burble in utter terror. He was grabbing her hair and shaking her. She held onto his hands to lessen the pain. She eventually heard his low voice, ordering her to calm down. She wailed until a second slap brought her up short.

He pushed her away from him. “Are you stupid? Do you understand your situation? I am the last person you want to be your enemy. Either you treat me like your friend or I start releasing the information I have on you. And you know you will wind up in jail.” He forced a chuckle. “Maybe that would be alright, wouldn’t it? Go to jail. Become the girl friend of some 250 pound heavy duty black lesbian. Either lie down or get out. I don’t care what you do.”

She took several deep breaths before she could get herself under control. Having no choice, she lay down on her back. He was still gazing at her as he ordered her to spread her legs. Her shame complete, she opened her womanhood to him. He moved around until he was kneeling between her legs. She watched as he dropped his pants, revealing a very hard brown cock. She wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t all that big.

Dropping onto her white softness, he felt her spread her thighs even wider to accomodate him. He roughly ignored her clear discomfort. She groaned as she wiggled under him. His cock, like the heat seaking missile it was, immediately dangled at the entrance to her most private being. He pushed against her, but she was tight and dry. He told her to guide him in and he raised his body enough to allow her hand passage between their legs. He felt her grab he and aim him. He pushed his rock hard rod agaisnt her. He jabbed and jabbed and jabbed. Every few thrusts he would pause, and she would rub herself with his manhood. And then he would press against her somemore.

She was only beginning to be receptive when he gathered himself up and made a mightly heave into her love hole. She cried out to him. “No, no, no. It hurts too much. Please stop. Please, please, please.” Her words were replaced by groans which turned to a shriek. She tried to back away from him. But he was gripping her shoulders too tightly. He was part way in. He reared back and slammed again and she broke into crying as her gates were battered aside and he stabbed her. The pain was terrible and incredibly sexual, being violated and there was nothing she could do. She moaned in resignation of her rape as he began to pump her. Because he was on the smaller side he fell out. At his growl, she rotated her hips and wrapped her legs around him to keep him in. And then he was pounding into her. She could not help but move with him. At some point she realized her sobbing had stopped, but she was still terrified of catching something from him. She was on the pill so she wasn’t very worried about making a baby. She felt his rythm change and his grip on her was tighter. Then he was driving as deep as he could into her and disgorging his sperm into her belly. Almost as soon as he did, without any warning, Heather was overwhelmed with a powerful orgasm. She dimly heard a woman moaning and whimpering, her teeth gritted. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Her sweating body was gripping him, frantic to hold onto him. His thrusts brought her to loud cries, their motion rocking the van as it was being driven around the town. He felt an incredible surge of power, having conquered another proud American bitch. He began to slow down, his passion having run its course. She urged him on, shamelessly having surrendered completely to him. What had begun as a rape was ending with her wanting more and more and more. He would do her again, later.

When he rolled off of her, she tried to hold onto her would be rapist, now incredible lover. She was stung when he laughed at her and pushed her attempts to snuggle with him away. Still deeply aroused, she heard him talking to one of the men in the front. She welcomed the attentions of both men, eagerly fucking them, although she had no orgasms with them as powerful as the ones with the Arab. She craved him.

When Grimes was done, he went back to his conquest. She was, at once, pushing her naked body against his. He reached down and fondled her breasts. “Have you ever done a titty fuck?” She hadn’t, but her answer would have made no difference to what he intended to do. He pushed her down on her back, and straddled her. With his cock out, he lay it between her tits and told her to hold him tight. Then he began to rock back and forth on her. He grew hard and she wanted him in her pussy. But he continued until he could hold it no longer. And then he came on her chest, his cum squirting as far as her chin.

She needed him inside her pussy. She eagerly moved under ignoring her slimy chest, covered with her sweat and his cum mixed together. After a while he stirred again and pulled her face down to his crotch. She ignored their mixed odors on his prick and took it in her mouth. As she sucked and tounged him, she found herself making inarticulate animal moans. After a time, he hardened again. She tried to pull her head away to get his cock into her pussy. But he kept her going until he was ready. And then he pulled her head back and shot cum into her face and hair.

Medi continued to cum all over her body. From time to time he let one of the two men up front come back and screw her. He had decided he wasn’t going to waste any of his seed in her pussy this night. One time had been enough to reset her body rythms.

Finally, around dawn, he was shaking her awake, telling her to get her clothes on. She took them, but couldn’t find her panties. Little did she know that they were already decorating his dash-board. She slipped her pants on, hoping she would not soak through, and pulled on her jacket, since her top was no where to be found. Outside, in the chill air, she found herself in the parking lot across from the house. When he pressed his body against hers, she pushed back. She felt his hands on her sholders and she immediately dropped to her knees. She quickly had him in her mouth and she brought him as fast as she could, hoping no one would see them. After he finished and she had swallowed it, she was allowed to leave. She ignored several girls doing one thing or another in the lobby.

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Heather still felt an air of unreality. The weekend had come and gone. The physical soreness had passed. The terrible scar on her emotions remained. She had been caught and used. She felt dirty, and degraded. While it was a bright, sunny day, it all seemed gray and grim to her. She jumped to think about what was next. Then it was Monday morning and she had gone to the dining room, prepatory to starting a new school week.

Cell phones were very convenient. It was 7:30 in the morning. He felt like he needed a morning fuck, and he needed to do business with Heather anyway. Still in bed, he punched in her number. When she answered, he told her to come to his apartment, then and there. She meekly agreed. He told her he expected to see her in 30 minutes. He gave her the address and hung up.

Heather had been very guarded in her comments to the Arab. Her sorority sisters had been only casually interested in who she was talking to. She made some excuse and got up from the table. She was no longer hungry in any event. She found herself automatically primping her hair. As she was walking out the door she considered what she was wearing, not that she had any time to change. She was wearing tight pink stretch pants and a matching hooded zip up top, both of which she filled out in all the right places. She hadn’t minded, until now, the two inch gap at her midriff. And her pink tennis shoes had been just the right touch.

Medi lay in his bed, naked, stroking his manhood, waiting. He had long ago learned to stretch his pleasure out. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Please to come in.” The door opened and they were looking at each other. She was obviously nervous. Her makeup was fresh. Her hair was nearly perfect. Without a word to her, he snapped his fingers and guestered for her to come to the bed.

She had been able to find his apartment complex, near the campus, in a short time. It had actually taken her longer to get her car than to drive over. Closing the door, she gritted her teeth and walked to the bed. She watched with sick disgust as he flipped the covers aside, exposing his skinny, hairy body. He had grabbed her arm, pulling her forward, and then her hair. And her face was down, level with the bed. Knowing what he required, she nuzzled his crotch, feeling him harden. Looking at him, she applied her lessons on him. After a while he gripped her hair and dumped his cum into her mouth. Knowing he wanted it, she swallowed. She wondered if she would have to take her cloths off too.

Only after he had been cleaned up by her, did he let go of her hair. He then explained there was going to be a party in a few weeks. It was a beach part and she was to wear a the appropriate attire. He handed her the box and told her to go change. He didn’t mention shaving, as he already knew she was.

She opened it and found an extremely small, extremely tight leather bikini. She really wasn’t in to leather, wanting the softer, more compasionate side of love making. With the taste of cum still in her mouth, she went into his bathroom. After rinsing her mouth out, stripped off her clothes and put it on. It was very tight, and not very comfortable. Looking in the mirror, she could see the black leather off-setting her white skin in a most remarkable manner. Not knowing what else to do, she came out and stood there, arms under her breasts. He ordered her to model it for him. Even though feeling shame, she was becoming aroused, remembering his sexual prowness. And then he was ordering her to stand on the bed. She straddled him, riding him cowgirl style. They wound up staying in bed for the rest of the day, as she greedily demanded sex over and over, enjoying one mind shattering orgasm after another. She never did make it to class.