Message-ID: <2171eli$9707192214@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2171.txt> From: www1@aol.com (W W W 1) Subject: Kristen's collection: GUNS22.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail 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> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970720010500.VAA26174@ladder02.news.aol.com> ::::::::::Always get lots of comments on the gun series::::::::::: And I didn't write these, got them from Kristen......... T H E G U N S E R I E S ____________________________ _ -|_////_(_____)_______________|O| ) __________ ________\_/ /------(|| // / xxx /____// GUNS DON'T HURT PEOPLE / xxxxx // PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE. / xxxxx // |____ _// OR SO THE NRA WOULD LIKE YOU TO BELIEVE. In 1996 the U.S. 35,000 human beings were killed with guns. That's almost 10 people per hour. Did you know that in Great Britain there were less than 100 people killed by hand guns in 1996. ######################################################## WARNING: Violence, Rape and sex-speak. If you are not a consenting adult, Read No Further, and DELETE FILE NOW! ################ KRISTEN'S COLLECTION ################## Archive-name: (Guns22.txt Authors name: Johnny D. Story Title : The Webs We Weave This story is a fantasy, which I wrote to exorcise a few of my demons. The author in no way condones any of the actions portrayed within; in fact, the author thinks that anyone who rapes a girl is a sick bastard. This is a fantasy -- if you can't separate fantasy from reality, please don't read on. I don't want your actions on my concience. I was last in the gang bang. Dave was still holding the girl in place, but she had stopped struggling, almost stopped crying, and just lay there as tears ran down her face, her limbs hanging limply at all angles. Her pussy was loose and over-lubricated with the seed of my eight friends, but I was a virgin and had soon added my sperm to the sticky mess in her womb. She was only thirteen. Her life was to be ruined by the experience. She froze if a guy tried to make any kind of sexual advance. In fact, she became very nervous if she was even in the same room as any males. She killed her- self when she got to thirty-five, jumped off Kennedy Bridge. According to her suicide note, she did it because she was "trapped in a cold, lonely, loveless life." My fault. But even if I'd known what would happen I'd still have done it. I was fourteen at the first gangbang. Three weeks later I raped my ten-year-old sister, tearing her virginity without a thought and pumping into her bleeding cunt until I had deposited a wad of my thick cum in whatever part of her body my long cock had reached. She never told anyone. I'd said that I'd kill her if she did. I raped her several times over the next few years, always threatening her,always leaving her bruised and sobbing, with more of her brother's sperm sloshing around in her violated orifice. No surprise then that she took the first chance to leave home that she could get. She married her first boyfriend Todd Lockling. He got her into BDSM, really heavy stuff for the most part. She died on her first wedding anniversary, when a strap broke from a harness and strangled her. She was really tied up, though, and Todd kept fucking her for a full hour before he noticed any- thing was wrong. My fault again, I suppose. I mourn for her but not that much. My second gangbang was just a couple of months after the first. The same gang again, the nine of us. This time we picked a girl from our year at school, a snotty-nosed teachers pet who was always insulting us. Well, we got our own back. She struggled but we outnum- bered her and held her down as we each took our turn. I was last again, but still fired my cum into her love tunnel with a tremendous orgasm. We threatened her with death if she told anyone, and she didn't. I had a gun, and showed it to her. It didn't ruin her life. She married a rich accountant and had three lovely children. Maybe I thought she had got off lightly, or something, but I ruined her life when I raped her again twenty years later. But enough of that for now. The gangbangs became semi-regular after that; every month or so the nine of us would rape another girl from our school. They would struggle to start with, but once a few of us had deposited our cum inside them struggle was replaced by a sobbing acceptance of what was happen- ing. We always threatened them with death, and none of them ever told anyone what had happened. I always showed them my gun, and pushed it into their mouth while I was threatening them. It always worked. I remember every girl, can relive the experiences just by closing my eyes. There was little Mary Smith, who was a virgin and screamed terribly when her hymem was broken. There was Lizzie Lamphett, our school's "Miss Sophisticated", who had the tightest cunt (even after eight fuckings) of any of them. In contrast was Sam Jennings, the school bicycle, who was just too damn loose by the time it was my turn. In the end I stuffed it up her ass. My first time anally; shouldn't have been I hadn't realised what I'd been missing. Chris Jones actually enjoyed been raped. Bit of a dis- appointment, that. But Pete had a monstrously wide cock, and he forced it down her throat and damn nearly asphix- iated her. She didn't enjoy that quite so much. But eventually school came to an end and I went to col- lege; and the other guys driffted away, so that was effectively the end of it. No idea what happened to any of them. Don't really care. When I was at college, the papers were full of some rapist who was going round brutally raping the girls. Only one person knew who it was : me. Because it was me. I remember the first time so well.... it was dark, and I was hiding in the bushes in a park, right next to the path. Had to wait a while, but eventually a girl came along. Quite a looker, in a real posh party dress. Nice figure. I took a run at her, grabbed her, and flung us into the bushes at the other side of the path. She started to struggle, but I put my knife at her throat and told her I'd kill her. Then I took my knife, put it under her armpit, and cut her dress off her. My pants were down in a flash and I plunged my cock into her resisting genitals. I hadn't had sex in a few months, so this felt fucking wonderful. I told her so, told her that she was a good fuck, that she was such a good fuck that she had no right denying any man a chance to experience it. Halfway through I pulled out and slammed straight into her un- lubricated anus, which was even better. Fuck, was that girl built for fucking! I left her sobbing there when I was done, cum mixed with blood trickling out of her shitter. It was so easy. I kept raping girls in similar fashion right through my college days. All I had to do was show them that gun. They never talked. They never caught me. When I left college I got a job. There was this fucking hot secretary there, a real bitch but FUCKING HOT! Blonde hair, permanent sneer, baps that were made for fucking. So I did. It was in an empty office. People were milling about outside, but I had a knife so she didn't dare scream. I stripped her naked and fucked her baps first, pressing them together around my thick, meaty cock. Soon I had jismed over them. But so much raping had built up my sexual stamina, so I stayed erect and thrust my rod straight into her cunt. As I expected, it was a good one, tight and wet in all the right places. She went home that night with my unwanted cum in her womb. No, she never told anyone, either. It's easy -- just threaten women with death and they'll never chop you. It was about ten, fifteen years later that I saw her, looking so sophisticated and in control. The snotty- nosed teacher's pet from the second gang bang. Jenny Kracken. I saw her and I knew I wanted her, and I knew I had to punish her for coping so well with the gang bang. So this time I did it properly. I watched her for several days, found out everything about her, about her kids, her routines. I picked a time mid-afternoon when I knew she'd be out shopping and broke into her house. Took a gun, a knife, ropes, and everything I thought I might need. I stripped naked and waited for her to come home. She came home at the time I expected, put the shopping in the hall, walked straight into her bedroom. I kicked the door closed from behind and pointed the gun at her. She was incredulous at first, but the expression soon turned to fear. I had her strip naked (fuck, how had she kept that FIGURE!), lie face-down on the bed, feet on the pillows. I tied her feet to the headboard (WIDE apart!) and her hands to the bedlegs. Still threatening her, I had her open her mouth and I put my thick cock in it. I cursed her, called her a fucking bitch, and slapped her head until I could get down her throat. Ah, and it was a great throat. The sight of her, all helpless and fear-stricken, turned be on like fuck, and I pumped my first load of jism into her stomach just as I heard the front door slam. It was right on time. She tried to scream out a warning, but couldn't with my cock in her throat. I pulled out and gagged her quickly, then left the room. Just as I'd expected, her eldest daughter, Sally, a hot little virgin of about fifteen, was in the hallway. I threatened her with the gun, and carried her, kicking and screaming, into the bedroom. I threatened her mom with the gun, and that shut her up. With economical movements of my knife I cut and tore her school uniform off her, then the "teen" bra and panties, leaving her naked and terrified as her mother tried to make defiant noises through her gag. I pushed her back onto a dressing table and opened her legs, placing one up on my shoulder and letting the other dangle off the edge, and just slammed into her with one thrust. Virginities aren't meant to be broken like that, so there was some blood on my cock as I drew out, but that helped to lubricate the dry orifice. I fucked her as violently as I could while she cried and sobbed beneath me, her dignity destroyed by this nasty man with his nasty monster cock. I only pulled out when I had shot my jism into her. Then I removed her leg and half-carried, half-threw her onto the bed, dumping her so that she was face-down across her mother's ass. The girl's ass was my next target, and fuck but was it a great one! Young teenagers have fucking terrific asses, so tight and unyielding against a cock, and this one was no exception. Before long my jism was mingling with her blood and shit. And now I picked her up again and knelt her down at the foot of the bed, right in front of her mother's eyes. I forced her mouth open and put my cock firstly into her gob, then forced it right down her throat. For all being fifteen the girl wasn't fully grown yet, so her throat could barely accomodate a cock my size. Fuck, fuck, fuck but it was a tight throat; they tell me I did some damage fucking it like that but I don't care, cause it was one of the best deep-throats I've ever had. Besides, I'm sure the girl wouldn't be saying anything interest- ing. Anyway, when another load of my jism (yes, I was one amazing sex machine) had been deposited in the girl I dropped her onto the floor; she just lay, like a dis- carded piece of rag, sobbing and bleeding. I turned back to her mother, who was also completely defeated, and slammed my still-erect cock into her anus. It wasn't as tight as her daughter's had been, but it was still plenty tight enough, and before long I had cum yet again. My final wad of jism I deposited into her cunt, a tight orifice even after three childbirths and so many years. I had been going to do other things. I was going to fuck Jenny's three holes with my gun; to fuck her tits; to put a dildo down her throat. But I didn't get time. Some fucking 'BITCH' of a neighbour noticed that summat weird was happening and called the police. This is my life, this is what I did. I wanted to write it down so that you would know, so that everyone would know. I wanted to send a copy to each of my surviving victims, so that I could be sure they'd remember, but they wouldn't let me. They say I'm going to the chair, you see, and that it'll kill me. But fuck, it was worth it. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I normally put a warning here --- about safe sex and all that kinda stuff. But after reading this story, what can I say... K -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /