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   ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 10:31:01
-0700 From: Christian Wilson <cwilson9@ix.netcom.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bender (mmmmf, nc, violence)



   Warning: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, gang
rape, violence, and
castration.  If you are offended by such things, then this story is not

for you.





   Prologue



   For as long as he could remember, Anton Bender had been bad.  He didn't
blame his parents.  He didn't blame society.  It was nobody's doing but his
own that made The Bender the bad-ass motherfucker that he was.  When he was
sixteen he said good-bye to school and his whore of a mother and shacked up
with his bitch, Jodie.  Now he was twenty-two, Jodie was history, and he
was into shooting heroin and robbing liquor stores with his crew, Kavin,
Matt, and Jones.  They were all mean bastards, but nobody was as mean as
The Bender.  Or so they thought.



   Mr.  Bender's Wild Ride



   It was a Friday night, and they had just jumped a white punk and took
his wallet. Bender kicked him in the head a few times, so they wouldn't
have to worry about him talking anytime soon.  They stopped off at a fast
food place for some grub, then went out looking for some fun.  They were
driving in Matt's beat-up Chevy on Fifth street alongside the park when
Jones craned his neck to look at something.

   "Holy shit!  Check this out!" Jones yelled, his eyes wide.  Bender
looked to where Jones was pointing.

   "Back up!" Bender shouted.  Matt slowed down and looked at him in the
rear view. "Stop the fuckin' car and back up!" Bender shouted again.

   The car backed up.  "Stop!" As soon as the car stopped, Bender and Jones
got out and headed for the park fence.  Kavin and Matt got out and gawked.
It looked like somebody was tied to tree on the other side of the fence.

   "Who the fuck is that?" Kavin shouted after them.

   "Just get you're fuckin' asses over here quick." Bender started climbing
the iron fence.

   When Kavin and Matt got over there, they found Bender and Jones staring
at the body on the tree.  It was a young white chick, dressed only in torn
and bloody blue jeans.  Her arms were stretched above her head and her
hands were nailed to the tree trunk.

   "Jesus Christ, she's dead!  Let's bail!" Matt said.  Kavin just stood
and looked, his mouth hanging open.  The young woman was bloody, but she
was a looker, all right.

   "Shut up.  She ain't dead." Bender said.  "Watch her tits.  She's still
breathing."

   "Who the fuck did this to her?  Some sick motherfucker, man." Jones
reached up for her hands.

   "Wait a minute, maybe we shouldn't fuck with her.  We should bail before
the cops show up." Matt looked around nervously.

   "Quit bein' such a fuckin' pussy." Bender said.  "We'll bail, but we're
takin' her with us."

   Kavin grinned.  "Shit yeah."

   Jones grabbed onto one of the nails, trying to pull it out.

   Matt looked at Bender, then went to work on the other nail.

   "This is some weird shit," Jones said as he pulled the nail free. 
"Maybe some initiation bullshit or something."

   "Yeah, whatever.  She's gonna take a ride with us, now." Bender squeezed
one of her tits and looked at her long blonde hair.  He smiled at Matt. 
"Anyway, I always had a thing for blondes." They got her other hand free
and carried her roughly over the fence.  When they saw that the street was
empty they took her over to the car.

   "Maybe we should put her in the trunk," Kavin suggested.

   "No," Bender said.  "She rides in the back with us.  And no funny stuff
until we get to Jones' place."

   Jones' place was a low-rent two room apartment with peeling paint and
cracks in the walls.  Matt and Kavin covered the girl with a blanket and
carried her inside.

   "Take her in the bathroom." Bender said.  "If she looks that hot dirty,
I wanna see what she looks like cleaned up."

   They deposited her in the tub and Kavin turned the shower on.  "Jeez,
take her fuckin' pants off first." Jones admonished.

   "You do it," Kavin said.  "I ain't gettin all wet."

   Jones stripped down to his boxers and leaned into the tub.  He wrestled
with her jeans for a minute or so before he finally pulled them off, her
panties going with them.

   "Sweet Jesus, we found ourselves one serious piece of ass." Kavin
whistled, almost drooling.

   "Yeah, and she's a real blonde too," Jones pointed out.  "Hey, man, I
saw her first," Jones warned, as Kavin reached for her crotch.

   "You get to finish gettin' her clean." Bender said, then looked at
Kavin. "Don't worry. We're all gonna get some."

   After Jones had finished washing her off, they carried her over the bed.
It was an old mattress and box springs lying on the floor, covered with a
few ratty blankets.  Jones lived in style.  They set her down and looked
her over.

   "Why was she all bloody?" Jones said.  "She ain't cut nowhere 'cept for
her hands, and they ain't that bad."

   "Maybe she's a vampire, bro." Kavin said, smiling.

   "What she is," Bender corrected, "is the world's greatest fuck doll." He
reached down and cupped one of her shower-wet tits.  "And The Bender always
gets the first ride."

   No one argued with him.  No one ever did.  The other sat back and
watched as Bender stripped and knelt down between the girl's spread open
legs.

   Bender wanted to take his time.  A brother doesn't get many chances to
screw a white blonde fuckbitch like this.  He watched her tits rise and
fall with her breathing.  He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth as he
rubbed his hands over her thighs.  Her skin was soft, and still wet from
the shower.  He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he slid a hand
between her legs.  He felt her soft crinkly pubic hair and pushed a finger
inside her.  She was hot, tight, and just wet enough to do the job.

   He felt the eyes of the others on him as he guided his throbbing dick to
her crotch.  He pulled her ass back to the edge of the bed so that it was
on a more even level with his cock.  He rubbed some spit on his dick and
watched as he pushed his cockhead against her pussy.  Her soft lips parted
and he slid almost all the way into her.

   "Yeah!  Do her, Bender!!" Kavin encouraged.

   Bender felt his dick being squeezed by her hot insides as he pulled
back, then pushed in again, this time all the way until his balls were
pressed against her ass.

   "Jesus," he panted.  "She's so fuckin' tight!" He stayed all the way in
her for a few moments, savoring the hot wet grip of her pussy on his cock.
He found himself pushing even more, as if he was trying to get his balls in
too.

   He soon couldn't take it anymore and began pumping in and out of her,
his hands gripping her limp body by the shoulders as he rode her.  Her full
tits were bouncing up and down on her chest, and Bender felt an incredible
climax building in his groin.  Sweat trickled down his face and stomach,
dripping off him to land on her thighs and catch in her blonde pubes.

   "Give her all you got, man!" Matt cheered.

   Bender realized that he was about to do just that.  His whole body
tensed and on his next inward thrust he felt his cock expand and fire a jet
of cum into her body, followed by another, and another, and another.  His
fingers dug into her shoulders as he continued to come for what must have
been a whole minute before he could finally see straight.

   "Fuckin' A!  Best cum of my whole fuckin' LIFE." Bender gasped as he
pulled out and slid off the still unconscious girl.

   "No shit, man.  After a fuck like that, she's gotta be in a coma!" Jones
said, grinning.

   "You go next, Jones," Bender said, still panting, "after all, you saw
her first."

   Jones was only too happy to oblige, and none of the crew were picky
enough to refuse sloppy seconds, or thirds, or even fourths.  Jones slid
his rock-hard dick into her and plugged away as he squeezed her tits.  He
came incredibly quick, and with nearly as much force as Bender had.

   "You were right, man!  She is one good motherfuckin' lay!" Jones said,
after he had recovered.

   "You go next, Matt," Kavin was saying.  "I like 'em sloppy."

   Matt looked at him and grinned as he mounted up.  "You're one sick
fucker, man.  She's leakin' all over the place already." He told Kavin, who
grinned back.

   Matt slipped his cock into the girl's messy hole.  He shuddered, "Man!
She's still tight!" He began fucking in and out of her, his balls hitting
her sperm drenched ass with a wet slapping noise.

   "Shit, I could go for some of that again," Bender said, watching Matt go
to work.

   "I hear ya, man." Jones replied.  "I could use a smoke first, though."

   Bender agreed and they donned their pants and went out into the cool
night air for a cigarette.  They could still hear the grunts and wet
fucking sounds in the apartment.  Bender closed the door, then smiled and
shook his head.

   "Did we luck out tonight or what?  Shit, I bet we could make some
serious bucks if we tied her up and sold tickets.  Call her Bender's Wild
Ride or somethin'." From inside, they heard a yell.  "Matt seems to think
so," he added.

   Jones laughed.  "Sure.  Just wait till we get our fill first."

   "Fuck, man, I'll never get my fill of that." Bender said, and they both
laughed.  Bender's laughter caught in his throat as something hit the
ground near his feet with a wet thump.  "What the fuck..." He looked down
and saw Kavin lying there looking up at him, his head twisted at a right
angle.  Blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

   Then a voice came from the doorway.  "Are you sure about that?"

   It was a voice that Bender didn't know and didn't want to know.  It
resonated around him and he seemed to feel it in his brain more than hear
it with his ears.  He turned, and he saw her.

   The door was open and she stood in the doorway, still naked, but covered
once more in blood, and this time it was fresh.  Then he saw her eyes, and
Anton Bender, aka The Bender, the meanest bad-ass motherfucker in the
state, pissed his pants like a two year old.

   She didn't have eyes, not really.  Instead, a red glow like a ruby shot
out of her eye sockets to maybe half a foot.  She looked a whole lot
fucking different with her eyes closed, he thought.  Jones, who hadn't
pissed himself (at least, not yet), turned and started to run.  She was on
him like a flash.  Bender never saw anybody move so fast.  He was pretty
sure nobody COULD move that fucking fast.  But she got him with one hand
and lifted him clear up off the ground by his hair.  He was screaming and
yelling but she just held him there as if he didn't weigh anything.  Then
she turned towards Bender and looked at him, and if he had anything left to
piss, he would've pissed it.

   He knew he should run or hide or do something, but he couldn't move. 
She reached out a hand and grabbed his crotch, and Bender screamed like a
girl as she dragged him back into the apartment by his balls.  Once, his
feet left the ground and she was holding him up completely by the front of
his pants and his nuts.  She tossed him down on the sticky bed and slammed
Jones up against the wall.  While Bender writhed on the bed clutching his
crushed 'nads, he had a chance to see what had happened to Matt.  Matt was
lying in pieces on the floor. There was blood everywhere.  There was blood
on the bed, on the walls, on the couch, even on the goddamned ceiling.

   Bender closed his eyes.  This has got to be a fucking nightmare, he
thought.  There is no way this shit is happening.

   He opened his eyes to see the girl had Jones against the wall and was
kissing him.  At least that's what it looked like until she pulled away and
spit something that might have been Jones' tongue at his face.  Jones was
squirming and making awful gurgling noises.  Bender struggled off the bed
and crawled for the door.  His groin hurt so badly he could barely move his
legs.  He heard a loud snap from behind him.  He glanced back just in time
to see the girl take a broken leg from the kitchen table and spear it
though Jones' chest, pinning him to the wall like a butterfly.

   Bender lurched to his feet and stumbled to the door.  He was almost
outside when he was grabbed from behind and yanked back.  The girl tossed
him down on the bed again and fell on top of him.

   "I'm glad you enjoyed fucking me, mortal." She cooed in his ear.  "I'm
going to be the last fuck you will ever have."

   He looked up at her bloody, smiling face and inhuman eyes, and found
that he wanted nothing more than to die at that very moment.  But both of
them knew that he wasn't going to be that lucky.

   "What..  who the fuck are you?!" He spat out.

   She looked at him a moment.  "Do you believe in God, boy?"

   "Y...  yeah, I g...  guess I do," he sputtered.

   "If you believe in God, then you must believe in the Devil." She licked
his ear.  "If you believe in Heaven, then you believe in Hell." She bit
down hard on his ear, and he screamed.

   She yanked down his pants and rubbed her hand along his inner thigh. 
"Look at my eyes, boy.  What do you think I am?"

   He whimpered, pathetically.  Her hand cupped his balls once, almost
lovingly.  Then she grabbed them in her claw-like hand, and pulled.



   Epilogue



   Once upon a time, Anton Bender was one mean motherfucker.  He used to go
around with his crew, jumping any poor bastard who looked like he had money
or any chick who looked easy.  You wouldn't know it to look at him today,
though.  He is a respectable man in his late fifties.  If you know where to
look in his eyes, you can see the pain that he carries with him.  But he
has finally found himself, and also found a way to deal with his hurt.  He
is a reverend now, a devout catholic, and family man with a wife and three
children, all of whom are adopted.

   If asked how he changed from a hateful, violent young man into the
charitable, gentle man that he is now, he grows distant and will not speak
much, thought he might mention a stranger, a young woman who changed his
life forever.  And, if you are a close friend, he may jokingly say that he
no longer had the balls for it.