Message-ID: <1191eli$9706032202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1191> Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc) 04/10 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 05/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chapter 4 The Dark uhhhh..... Kumquat? A few days after Alan had left, I started working on my revenge for he and Yvette. Yvette had been spirited away by her parents right after Alan left. They had her under twenty-four hour care, and had hired a psychiatrist to live with them and work with her. They no longer feared suicide, but Yvette had entered a state where she seemed to no longer care about anything. I sent her flowers occasionally and notes saying she was missed. While trying to find Yvette's home address I had run into one of her sisters. Jacqueline, and Monique Forman were not cut from the same bolt of cloth as their older sister. Twin sisters, they were the night to Yvette's day. Both girls were Freshman at the college. Where Yvette had been the perfect student, athlete, daughter and friend; Jacqueline and Monique were something else. They were two lit sticks of dynamite compared to their sweet popular sister. They always seemed to be in trouble. The University had eventually kicked them out of the dorms after too many wild parties and rule violations. Their father had set them up with a studio apartment just off campus, with many promises that they would behave in the future. I had met Monique briefly while visiting Yvette's Sorority one day. Monique had managed to give me Yvette's address before launching into a tirade promising that "if she ever got her hands on the shits that had hurt her sister, she would rip their dicks off and shove it so far up their asses they would piss out their ears. Men are fucking animals". Then she stormed off. Carolyn, the sorority sister, I had been talking to, took in my astonished look and smiled. "Yeah....uh, they're both like that" she said "hot tempered, totally wild, foul mouthed and I can't say much for their fashion sense either.". I wasn't complaining. Monique had looked pretty spectacular to me. Fiery short red hair capped a petite body with fine features and pale white complexion. Her flashing green eyes and roguish smile had been quite captivating. I could see where Carolyn might feel a little threatened by Monique's choice in clothing. Not everyone could pull off a black lace body stocking high heeled sandals and a dark green leather mini skirt. Her black lace bra had been totally on display through the thin material and I had caught myself admiring her rather impressive breasts. A quick glance had also revealed that she was into piercing a bit. Each ear was pierced at least eight times. I had also caught the flash of a ring through her belly button. I wasn't sure but there may have been a post through her tongue. Carolyn was being protective and had seen the interest in my eyes. "Watch out for those two, Joshua". she warned. "I don't think your in their league. There are a lot of stories circulating about them. People say they party hard and sleep around a lot. Their are rumors that they may be into some wild stuff; drugs, orgies, maybe some really kinky sex too. They've already used up and angered a lot of the Frat boys. They tend to treat boys like Kleenex, if you get my drift". "Thanks for the warning Carolyn, you know me though, Mr. Shy. I would never say "BOO" to a girl like her." I had said. I had Carolyn give me their off campus address, just in case I wanted them to deliver something to Yvette for me. I didn't tell Carolyn, but I thought I might just arrange a meeting with the Twins, but not as Josh Kalen. I wanted them to meet, my superhero persona. Two days later the attacks started again. A male sophomore was beaten nearly to death, and left to drag himself home without his clothes. The night after that a female grad student was raped and beaten. I had started working on a costume to wear. I planned to start patrolling the campus and catch the bastards in the act. I planned to wear all black clothes. Change my hair color and wear a black cap and black leather goggles to disguise myself. Black combat boots, black jeans, a black turtle neck, and a black longshoreman's cap were quickly purchased and hidden in my dorm room. I tried to think about what I would do if I found the attackers. I even went out twice and patrolled the campus from 10:00PM till 4:00AM. Both times I just came home tired and the second night there had actually been an attack, but I had not been in that area at that time. It was about this time that I decided it might be worthwhile to include the Forman sisters in my plans. I could use some help. I also felt that in true heroic fashion I shouldn't be doing this for myself, but to help others. I was trying to convince myself that the daydreams I had of killing the assholes who had attacked Alan and Yvette were not some type of petty revenge. These animals needed to be put down for everyone's good. I had nearly convinced myself that taking the law into my own hands was something I could live with. What I really needed to do was talk to someone else who had a stake in this and find out what they thought fair punishment would be. I had no faith in the ability of the police to punish the attackers even assuming they could capture them. Recent news stories described a rapist convicted on 17 of 28 counts of rape, sentenced to 25 years in jail and out in less than 10 for good behavior. That didn't seem like Justice to me. It may seem silly but I had thought about giving myself some grandiose hero name. DARK JUSTICE DARK AVENGER DARK REVENGER Well at least the "DARK" part seemed good. Everything I thought of just seemed too corny for words though. It had always seemed so natural reading it in the comics. "Just call me Smith, John Smith" I thought with a wry smile. I laughed at myself "Now there's a secret identity". That night I dressed in my hero duds and went to see the Forman sisters. Their apartment turned out to be the second floor and loft of a warehouse, on a dark, dead end street. I wanted to enter without being seen. Their door and the fire escape that led up to it seemed a little to exposed to me so I did a quick recon. I telekinetically crushed a padlock and got onto the roof of the building beside theirs from a concealed staircase. Their bedrooms in the loft actually had a glass door exit onto a small patio on the roof. I formed myself a telekinetic bridge and walked across the twenty feet between buildings. Anyone looking up would have seen me walking on air. I walked up to the patio door. The lights were on so I assumed someone was home. Someone sure was and I got an eyeful from where I was standing. The girls were both home. They were laying on their futon beds. On the floor between the beds was a large water cooled hash pipe and the girls were passing the mouth piece back and forth, taking deep lung fulls of the pungent smoke. The lights in the room were dim but I didn't have much trouble making out the details. Both girls were masturbating. Monique was wearing a black silk kimono and a lacy black bra but no panties. Her twin was wearing a jade green kimono and green satin panties but no bra. Jacqueline was a mirror for her twin except for her hair. Jacqueline's hair was long and wavy and Monique had cut hers into a short just off the shoulder style. Both girls were obviously heavily stoned from the hash they were smoking. Their eyes were heavy and drugged looking. Monique was running an electric blue vibrator into her pussy and grinding her hips in an obscene parody of sex. Jacqueline between puffs was tweaking her bare nipples and running a hand down her body and into her panties where it was obvious she was frigging her clit and finger fucking her cunt. They were both enjoying themselves. I almost left. I almost came in my pants. I almost decided I didn't want to have anything to do with these two sexy perverts. I almost went home to get my camera. I almost decided to ask if I could be their sexual slave forever. I almost did everything but leave. "It's now or never buddy, despite what you read in Penthouse, this doesn't happen every day, and it especially doesn't happen to you" I thought. "You can deal with this". "Don't blow it! Be a man!". "Oh yeah!" I thought with a sarcastic sneer, "I can deal with it." "How the fuck do I deal with two horny, red headed, drug taking, bitches with such gorgeous bodies.". "I'm a god-damned virgin not Don Juan". "Just looking at these two would put a boy through puberty." "DEAL WITH IT ASSHOLE, GET IN THERE!!!" I mentally screamed at myself. Reaching out telekinetically I unlocked the door from the inside. I wrapped myself in a telekinetic blanket, effectively making myself invisible. I decided not to stay invisible, my sudden appearance would be shocking enough without my playing David Copperfield. I just wanted to get close to the girls before all hell broke loose. Opening the door slowly and quietly I stepped into the room. I went to stand at the foot of the girls separate beds and had to control my breathing to prevent myself from panting as I watched them stroke themselves to orgasm. "Uhhh unnnnhhh ummmm uh uh umm unhhhhgggghhhnnngg...........Ummmm ooooo!!! that felt nice", Jacqueline said finishing off a gentle orgasm and slowly getting up from her futon. She worked her fingers inside her panties and slid them down. She then dropped her kimono on the floor and stood watching her sister still slowly pumping the blue vibrator in and out of her pink hole. Monique took a break and removed her bra. Her hard nipples standing out like dark red gum drops. She was soon sliding her vibrator in and out again, as her head tossed slowly back and forth on her pillow. Jacqueline giggled and seemed to be trying to decide what she would do next. She licked her own juices off her fingers. She took another hit. Finally deciding she threw one knee over her sisters head and laid down on top of her body. She took the vibrator out of her sister's hand and took over the slow pumping motion. At the same time she lowered her pussy onto her sister's mouth. Monique's up stretched and eager tongue met her half way and began stroking her slick cunt lips. Jacqueline was just getting into it when she looked up. A man dressed entirely in black suddenly appeared just four feet away from her at the foot of the bed. She stared. He stared. She froze. The man froze looking back at her. She could tell from the movement of his eyes that he wasn't missing much. She started to scream, but just then Monique stuffed two fingers into her cunt and one up her ass and she groaned with pleasure instead. Inside her mind she was really freaking though. She looked the man up and down. "Dear Officer Bob" she said to an imaginary policeman, "he was a: White guy, with a black cap, dark hair, medium height, weird goggles hiding his eyes, black turtleneck, good physique, tight chest, strong arms, black jeans, big lump in black jeans, black combat boots. did I mention he had a really good looking lump???? ". She tried to be calm about it. This wasn't that hard seeing how stoned she was. She stopped pushing the vibrator into her sister. The guy was getting enough of a show. She got off her sisters fingers and sat back onto the bed crossing her arms over her chest. Monique had her eyes closed and was giving the hash pipe a workout. "Niq... baby...?, either I'm hallucinating or there is a guy in our room." Jacqueline told her sister. "You're always fantasizing about guys in our room, hon. Big guys with big cocks. With the number of guys that have been up here lately, I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot to throw one out. Now come back here, I wasn't done with you." Monique thought Jacqueline was joking. Lifting Monique's head from the bed Jacqueline pointed her face in the direction of their dark visitor. "Look Niq, open your fucking eyes and look" "Shit" Monique said upon looking where her sister had pointed her. Like her sister she was a little too stoned to get hysterical but she could get really pissed off. The guy was just standing there. Damn it, he was just standing there running his eyes all over her and her sister. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was? Monique considered that this might be one of the men that had raped her older sister. An ugly expression of hate settled on her features. "Listen Buttwipe, you can just take your bastard ass out of here the same way you came in. If you're one of the sick fucks that have been raping and beating people around here; you better know I got a .357 magnum hollow point that's going to look really good blowing your dickless brain out the back of your goddamn head." Monique had worked up to a pretty good yell by the time she finished. Jacqueline was looking angry too and nodding her head in agreement with her sister. She reached for the bed side table drawer to get the gun her sister was talking about. Joshua was in deep shit just like he'd imagined he would be. He calmed himself and decided to throw himself on the mercy of the beautiful court. "I'm not a rapist" he said in a very quite, very normal voice. It was so quiet and so calm that it shocked both the girls. This wasn't some crude, cruel, woman beating, rapist. They both felt that immediately. This was just a guy. A guy in a weird get up. A guy in their bedroom watching them play with each other, but all in all, just a guy. There was something weirdly strong about him though. Like there was a powerful train pushing against him and he was somehow holding it back. Jacqueline pulled on the drawer handle where the gun was but it jammed and wouldn't come open. She reached down and snagged her kimono from the floor and put it on tying it loosely. Monique found hers and did the same. Each of the twins was feeling that something a little unreal was going on. Fuck that, something really weird was happening. "OK" Jacqueline said, "so lets assume we believe you're not a rapist. What the hell are you doing in our room? Mr. Voyeur!" I needed to start explaining and explaining fast. 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