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 MELLIE

   Melanie was immediately drawn to the internet.  In the endless supply of
chatrooms and newsgroups, she could escape reality and become whomever she
wanted to be.  This was particularly alluring to a girl who had never been
considered to be very pretty, and who was flat-chested and slightly
overweight.

   Richard also enjoyed the internet.  His reasons were a little different.
He liked the hard-core bondage, rape, pedo and snuff sites.  Stuff that in
real life would get one locked up.  He had firsthand knowledge of THAT. 
Cyberspace also beat life outside of his one-room apartment.  Having been
forced to register with local authorities as a sex offender, Richard was
not looked upon in a very kindly light by his neighbors and members of his
community.

   So Richard, too, turned to the chatrooms often.  It was hard to find
people who would chat about his particular fetishes.  However, he really
enjoyed his chats with Mellie19, a young lady whom he'd recently "met". 
According to her chat profile, she was 19 and a petite blonde, 5'2" 100
lbs, with a great pair of 34-DD knockers, and curves in all the right
places.  And she was very talented at describing to Richard exactly how
she'd use them.  She was also a very good listener, and expressed sorrow
for him when he explained that he had once been wrongfully prosecuted
because a girlfriend's old man had had it in for him.

   He didn't tell her about some of his favorite "extracurricular
activities."

   Over the next few months, Richard spent more and more of his time on
line, chatting with Mellie19.  Their chats grew more and more intimate and
involved, from both ends.  When he wasn't chatting directly with her, he
was reading through old chat dialogues the two of them had had (he'd saved
them all), or he was browsing through binary pictures.  Not of bondage, or
rape, or snuff, but of beautiful models in sexy poses.  And whenever he
found a model which matched Mellie19's description, he saved it, so that he
could have it up on the screen while he was chatting with her.  All of his
free time was now being devoted to Mellie...in one way or another.  Not
coincidentally, the statistics of rape and other violent crimes in
Richard's town decreased significantly during this time.  This was true
love, and Mellie19 was making Richard a better, changed person.

   One day Richard decided it was time to meet his cyber lover.  She had
never told him her name...he only knew her as Mellie19.  And he really
wanted to show up and surprise her, so he didn't want to ask her.  Browsing
through a newsgroup archive database, he found all the postings by
Mellie19. Narrowing the search....bingo.  Seven months ago, Mellie had
advertised an old sofa for sale.  Interested parties were directed to call
(714) 555-2190 with their best offer.  Pulling up another browser window,
Richard surfed to a reverse telephone lookup page.  This revealed that
(714) 555-2190 was listed to Melanie Cross, of 744 Beechport Lane, Cypress
Creek, CA.

   Buying flowers, he drove the 5 1/2 hours to her home.  The door was
answered by a brownhaired, plain-featured woman.  Giving her a once over
with his eyes--she was 5'5", about 160 pounds, mousy plastic glasses, and
no chest--he asked where he might find Melanie Cross.

   "I'm....I'm Melanie Cross" she responded.  He introduced himself, and
she looked surprised that he had come there.  Then she was embarrassed,
likely over having lied about what she looked like, but didn't quite know
what to say.

   "Wanna take a ride?" he indicated his car.

   "S...sure....you're not mad?" she asked.

   "About what?" She couldn't bring herself to say it.  He didn't push it.

   So after putting the flowers into a glass (she didn't have a vase,
having never gotten flowers before) she got in his car.  They drove away
from town, out into the country for a while.

   "I just can't believe you're really here with me.  How did you know
where to find me?  How did you know my name?" she inquired.  She tried to
think--had she told him during one of their steamy chats?

   "I've known for awhile now," was all he said.  She didn't press the
issue, she was just thankful that she was here with this wonderful man,
whom she was certain that she was in love with.

   After awhile, she asked again, "You're sure you're not mad?"

   Not taking his eyes off the road, he spoke.  "You mean, for lying to me
about who you were?  For lying, and saying that you're some little hot
blonde bombshell with huge ripe tits, when in truth you're really a fat,
nerdy, flat-chested cow?" He paused.  She cringed, stung.  "For lying, when
you said you loved me?"

   "Richard....I--" He shut her up by backhanding her hard across the
face....never looking away from the road.  Melanie began sniffling.  Why
was the man she loved treating her so badly?

   Melanie wasn't even mad.  She knew she had deserved to be slapped, for
having lied to this man.  But she only hoped she could make it up to
him....to prove that she did really love him.  So, when Richard pulled the
car into a copse of trees, pulled her from the car into the forest, and
tied her hands behind her back, she didn't even resist.  Only when he
retrieved a utility knife from his car, and cut her clothes away, leaving
her stark naked, did she begin to worry.

   Melanie Cross didn't actually have a bad body.  Nothing that couldn't be
fixed by a few months of diligent participation at her local health and
fitness club...a trip to the hairdresser...a miracle bra...and investment
in a pair of contact lenses.  But she would never be able to hold a candle
to Mellie19, the petite 34-DD bombshell whom he could see vividly in his
mind.  This, Richard could not--and would not--condone.

   So he would punish the offending parts of her body.  Open handed, he
began slapping her.  Her face...because Mellie19's was prettier.  Her
breasts...because Mellie19's were bigger, MUCH bigger.  Her belly...her
ass...her thighs...her calves...her feet...all plumper than Mellie19. 
Repeatedly, he spanked each of these places...which offended him so. 
Melanie only cried softly.

   Richard especially liked spanking her ass.  He liked watching the way it
shimmied and shook, like jello, with each swat.  Mellie19's firm, round
tanned asscheeks would never have done that.

   Richard doubted that he would get that "jello" effect later, when he
introduced Melanie Cross to the whip...or much later, when he introduced
her to a special paddle he had created, which had 150 thumbtacks glued to
it.  So he satisfied himself with his bare hand on her ass...for now.