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A work of fiction. . . a fantasy I dreamt up one night. If you are
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                                    ***
                            Computer Room Rape
                                  MileEnd
                           mileend@ix.netcom.com 

     
     The numbers danced before his eyes, the smoke-filled room hazy
and cloying as he reached for another cigarette, looking up at the
pretty secretary before his desk. His eyes burned. Classes were early
the next morning. Professor Adrian would disapprove of his
moon-lighting as a consultant seven-days a week, especially with the
difficult proof of Fermat's to work on for his Master's Thesis; yet
one had to work, earn some spending money-the GI Bill wasn't
sufficient.

     She stood before him, leaning heavily on the desk, her worried
countenance concealed behind her golden tresses dangling forward
before her face.

     Mike had been here before; several times this past month. The
secretary's name was Terri-a very nice girl; and pretty too. That made
getting here in the wee hours of the morning easier for him-he enjoyed
the sexual chemistry in her presence-wanted very much to plug her. As
yet, he hadn't found the way.

     She continually pushed her hair back over her shoulders; to no
avail. Her softly curled tresses swung forward to once more obscure
his view of her cleavage. She didn't consciously realize that leaning
forward, the neckline of her lacy blouse also billowed forward
exposing magnificent half globes-barely restrained by a soft
flesh-colored half-bra.

     He stared straight down her blouse, the knot in his already
coffee-logged stomach tightening. Did she realize what she was
displaying; did that smile mean anything?

     He had rushed out of his apartment as soon as he had dressed.
Never mind the hour-this was real spending money. He had been almost
on the verge of pulling his thermals down for a long sensual jerk-off
when the phone rang and he had left the job half-finished. His cocked
ached in his pants.

     In any case, she didn't do anything to discourage the voyeurism.

     "Tell me again at what point the error message appeared on the
screen... what were you doing?" he asked her.

     "I was calling up the routine to back-up the day's transactions
when the screen flashed a warning to shutdown the system. I didn't
have a procedure in the manual that covered this, so I called my boss.
He didn't know what was going on so he called you. I don't know what
happened!"  She said defensively, worried that she may have screwed up
the multi-million dollar piece of junk they were using.

     "You sure you didn't call up a 'KILL' function?" he asked her in
mock anger.

     "No, absolutely not!" she retorted horrendously. The 'KILL'
functions were reserved for supervisory personnel only. They altered
the basic file structure and carelessly used could render the system
inoperable or even worse, cause a lock-out.

     "No, No! Don't worry!... Take it easy. It's probably a simple
problem."  He smiles, leaning across the desk and parting her hair
from in front of her worried face. She was genuinely worried that he
thought she was responsible.

     He takes a chance, a simple easily misinterpreted gesture. His
fingertips brush lightly and absently across the top of her chest;
accidentally it seems. "The whole weeks customer updates you lost?"
That unnerves her; she doesn't remark about his marauding fingertips.

     "I've still got the update tapes... just couldn't merge them to the
master..." His fingers dip lower under her blouse, the tips feeling
the soft texture of her swelling bosom.

     "Please...don't do that..." she protests as his fingers push
under the soft fabric of her bra. Her skin is clammy; her demeanor
nervous. The air between them heavy. 

     Sighing, he removes his hand. "Sorry. Nice tits." He rests his
chin in steeple-chased hands, breathing her womanly odor deeply, eyes
closed in thought.

     Terri smiles briefly, responding to his compliment. "Thank you."
The smile is gone almost as quickly as it came, replaced by her
worrisome look.

     Looking up at her worried eyes he asks, "What happens if you
can't update? Will you been in much trouble?"

     Power games... She weakly smiles back at his disarming smile,
fretting. What does he want? Why is he giving me so much trouble?

     "Come around here. Show me what you were doing when the system
went down." He indicated the chair, standing up for her. She came
around the desk woodenly and took his place before the screen.

     Under her expert fingers, the screen came to life with the
customer transaction files, still not updated to the master tapes.
"Okay, let's try to update the master," he told her, balancing on the
edge of the chair next to her and draping an arm around the back. His
thigh pressed tightly against hers; her warmth suffusing through her
silken dress. She didn't move over and that was a good sign.

     As she typed commands on the keyboard, engrossed, he rested his
hand in her lap, idly caressing the flimsy material. Her loose dress
hiked higher.

     She turned anxiously, "Right here...this is where the message
came up." Her hands rested lightly on the keyboard. She looked at him,
with difficulty. She had an impending feeling of disaster ahead as she
stared at him.

     "Okay, execute it!"

     She turns back and presses the enter key, staring fixedly at the
screen. Mike squeezes her thigh as the busy light demands their
patience. ...hope it doesn't take long... he makes me nervous...

     "Like working graveyard? Betcha can have a lot of fun here at
night; nobody around to disturb you," he asks as they wait. His
fingers pry her resisting thighs open a crack.

     Her stomach twists hard. She swallows the bile. What do I do, she
asks herself. I have to get this thing fixed... or else.

     She catches her breath as a palm caresses smooth inner skin
upwards lightly, ever so slowly, lest she put an abrupt halt to it.
 ...nice hands... feel so horny!

     "It's okay... a little lonely." She leans back in the chair
dropping her hands into her lap-barring any further advance. 'Ohhh!
He's turning me on! What about Susan? She just over at the other desk,
but busily engrossed in her own deadlines. Susan wouldn't notice
anything, that lazy bitch. God! wouldn't that be nice; come on, a
little higher!'

     She ever so slightly parts her thighs again, scooting her rump
forward in the chair. "Do you think it'll take long to fix it?" Her
smile is a come-on; a dare to go further.

     "Oh, I don't know... sometimes these things take hours tracing the
faulty circuits. I'll probably have to open up one of the CPUs
eventually. I'll need your help then."

     The CPUs; the central processing units were housed in a separate
room, dark because at night there was no one to tend them. They gave
of so much heat that the room had its own air conditioning. It was
definitely cold in there, almost refrigerated. No one went in there
without compelling reason at night.

     "Do you like this kind of work, late at night, never at the same
place? Doesn't your wife get mad at you working late?" There, I've
asked the question; is he interested? Her heart flutters, rapidly
beating; her blue eyes ask the question and answer his.

     He squeezes her thigh, turning in the chair to face her, "I'm not
married... you?" An unnecessary but required question. She nods her
head a little too quickly.

     She is married with a small boy and a devoted husband. She has
never even contemplated being unfaithful to her husband; but the
thrill of flirting with Mike is exhilarating. They've done it before;
verbal flirting. This is the first time Mike has gone so far as to
physically touch her.

     "Your husband must be lucky to have such a sexy woman as you; I
just bet he really gets off eating your twat; you like that?...you
like the sensation of a mans tongue making you cream?"

     His smile is gregarious, a handful of her thigh squeezed
meaningfully pulling her thighs open and then, all of a sudden, his
hand is resting atop her soft padded Mount of Venus, his fingertips
dangling over her moist yoni, lightly tracing her fleshy crack through
her panties.

     She moans softly, closing her eyes as her massages her love bud,
"Ouuuueeoouuuuh!......." She moves her pelvis slightly under his
expert finger-teasing.

     "In the corner, behind that desk... my tongue will drive you
insane, four or five times and then you can see my beef and play with
it... doesn't that excite you; no one would know, just a little fun..."

     He leans toward her, brushing her quivering lips with his,
"Interested?" His fingers caress heavier over her dampness; she puts
her hands atop his.

     "I can't! I'm a married woman! We'd be caught...my boss, she's
just down the hall. What if..."

     The 'beep' of the console brings them both alert. After a few
seconds the 'TRNSMT' light flashes briefly; the 'RCV' light does not.
He removes his hand reluctantly. The problem is simple. A loose
connection.

     "When?"

     "No...we can't. I'm sorry!" She's all business again as she
straightens her dress and sits up, smiling shyly.

     "Come on... your boss won't bother us... someplace dark and I'll
show you a real good time... You don't know what you're missing!"

     "Please Mike, let go! We can't and that's all there is to
it!... What about the screen?"

     It is flashing its' message, 'TIE BUS ERROR - CAN NOT ACCESS
CACHE %5634DD'. "It'll wait. I'm more interested in your pussy... it's
nice and wet; I think it needs some lovin!" He tries to slip his
fingers forcibly under the leg hem of her panties.

     "Stop it! Now!!!...," she hisses angrily, removing his hands.
Susan looks up briefly from her desk and then goes back to her work
again... ignoring them. Terri pulls her dress tighter, covering her
knees, "Let me alone... we've a job to do. Let's get it done with as
soon a possible, or I'll have to call for help."

     "Okaaay!... You're one cold bitch, a real cock teaser. Someday,
someone is going to teach you what it's like to be fucked; and babe, I
hope it's me ramming my cock down your throat," he hisses to her
startled face.

     "You can't talk to me that way..."

     "Cunt! I can talk to you anyway I want! You fucked up this system
and I'm the only one who can correct your fuck-up and save your tight
little ass.

     "I was having so much fun when you called; I almost came and I'm
as horny as hell and you won't put out-even when you want it bitch!"

     She sputters, thinking of something to say.

     He gets up from the chair and checks the connections on the rear
of the terminal. All tight here. "Show me where the 83CT34 line
terminates," he demands.

     "Over there," she indicates, getting up from her chair and
walking to the rows of CPU units towering in neat rows in the glassed
in room next to them.

     She holds the door and they enter the room amid whirring of tape
drives and air-conditioner blowers. It is definitely cold in there;
empty and dimly lit at this time of night. They can see the white
mists of their breaths as they go deeper into the dimly-lit room.

     The third row down and two drive units over and the stenciled
83CT34 unit stands idle. He puts his tool case down, opening it and
extracting a special screwdriver. "Hold the light for me."

     The cover comes off and a few minutes later the weak connection
is found and the tape drive whirs to life. There is a sigh of relief
next to him as the cover is refastened.

     "Thanks! I'm sorry to come on you like I did, really. If I didn't
have my husband and son to think about I think I just might enjoy some
fun with you but I can't... that's how it is. No hard feelings?" She
hugs him as he smiles back. Her breasts squash against his chest as he
hugs her passionately back.

     "Forgive me?"

     "Fuck that! I have a hard feeling for you." He presses his crotch
against her stomach, grinding his upright pole into her, "Right here!
My meat is throbbing for you; I'm going to slam it up your cunt...fuck
you silly here and now!" She goes rigid in his embrace and then
suddenly struggles, flailing wildly as he grasps her wrists.

     "You can't! That's rape!" she shouts against the whir of the tape
drives, "Let me go!"

     "Yes I can!... Poor, stupid girl, you don't think I can get away
with it!... It's your word against mine, and I know the big boss around
here. You've only been here a month or so; and, I could always say
that you're responsible for losing a whole months transactions, eh?"

     "Please, don't... I can't lose my job! We need the money... Darryl
is out of work... don't do it... please!"

     "Get down on your knees and give me some blow!" Mike can't
believe he's acting the way he is. The absolute power he has over this
girl is giving him a tremendous surge of adrenaline. He feels flushed;
his cock is straining hard against his pants-it aches to be in
something warm.

     "I can't! Please, don't do it, please," she wails. Wetness
glistens around her mascara, trailing wetly down her cheeks; she is
shivering in fear, pulling away from his grasp. He pulls her closer,
cupping a clothed breast in his free hand.

     "You really do have a sexy bod. I'm going to enjoy making love to
you... What do you want first? An ass-reaming; Your nice slick
pussy?... My cock's nice and hard; would you like to feel it?"

     Before she can protest he pulls an arm down and places her sweaty
palm on his pants, right atop his straining hard-on. She struggles but
his grip is vice-like. Mike rubs her open palm up and down the front
of his pants, humping his hips hypnotically into her hand.

     "Ouuuh!" he groans, "Nice, isn't it?"

     Mike stops abruptly; holds her hand tight against his covered
cock and stares her straight in the face, all trace of friendliness
gone. "Have you ever given head?"

     The look on Terri's face is one of pure horror. Mike starts to
rub his hard-on with her hand again. A wide grin spreads across his
face. "I bet your mouth is marvelously warm. I'd like that... How about
I stuff my meat down your throat? Wouldn't you like to drink my
cock-juice?"

     "Noooooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"

     He slaps her hard across the cheek; a wet resounding slap. The
violence thrills him. He almost came in his pants. "Fuck you bitch!"
he growls and slaps her twice more, digging his fingers hard into her
arm as he holds her close. She is stunned to silence.

      "It's going to happen honey, whether you like it or not. Ms.
Calder is not going to bother us... I locked the door behind us and she
can't see or hear us in here. No, she'll just think you're helping me
get the system up and running and leave us alone until I report back
to her-so don't expect salvation that way... we're all alone! Besides,
I did her a favor a couple of weeks ago and tongued her right here in
this room. She doesn't give bad head for an older woman."

     "Mon... mon... money! I'll give you money. You don't have to do
this, please!... My husband will know, he'll find out and leave me.
Please, don't touch meee!" she wailed.

     "I don't want your money. I want you! Your cunt, your lips, and
maybe your ass. I want to fuck them all, hard and deep... so deep
you'll gag on my cock baby and choke on my semen," he growls. His face
is a contorted mask of rage as he pulls her lips closer to his, "Ever
tasted semen?"

     His lips cover hers, silencing her cryout. He pulls her down
behind the CPU cabinet, hidden from view of the next room. His tongue
worms its way between her lips compelling her mouth open to accept it.
It has a life of its own, violating her mouth and waking its mate,
hidden at the back of her palate.

     Onto the hard linoleum he rolls her, squeakingly clean and shiny,
but cold and hard. He rolls her onto her back and jimmies her locked
thighs apart, his hand reaching under her dress to cup her wide
crotch, damp and warm.

     "No!..What are you doing?" she cries startled, her cry drowned
out amid the whine of never-sleeping computers. They are not
interested in the biological weaknesses, content to crunch numbers
unending; not like Mike on the floor, pulling the secretaries panties
down as she squirmed, unheard and helpless as he pinioned her arms
above her and pressed his weight atop her torso.

     "Come on...you want it!" he said as he unbuckled his trousers and
pulled his hard cock out. She did, but she never intended it to happen
this way. She had seen him walk in so many times, late at night, and
fix unsolvable problems as if they were nothing. Always she noticed
the bulge in his pants; she didn't know whether it was a hard-on-what
a massive erection it was-or if it was just a huge cock; but it was
packed and sure was a lot of meat and she wanted it.

     She used to day-dream about his cock at work, as he corrected a
programming error, flirt with him and so on. But she enjoyed
especially working the console as he directed her to enter command
while he observed another terminal; her hand was busy between her
thighs and she hoped he would never find the problem.

     But she didn't come out and ask for it; she was too afraid too.
She didn't object to his hand on her thigh, she loved every delicious
tingle and the warmth growing in her gut. She had the 'hots'.

     Now she fought him as he muffled her cries with his tongue deep
down her throat as his other hand unceremoniously unbuttoned her
blouse and lifted her bra above her teats. The cold air in the
computer room tantalized her, urged her nipples hard. Goosebumps
pinpricked her chest, thighs and arms; her sensual core awakening. Her
nipples burned as he sucked them up, wetting them with his saliva.

     'God! What if the supervisor gets off her fat ass and comes in
here! She has a spare key...Why do I feel so randy; I feel like giving
it all! God! I want it! Plunge that long cock deep inside me and fuck
me!'

     Her husband never made her feel this sexy, even when they were
first married three years ago. Her fear heightened her sexuality and
she abandoned care.

     Mike lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties over
her wide hips before pulling his trousers down to his ankles. As he
got between her legs and pressed his weight upon her she acquiesced
and tongued his darting proboscis back, sucking on it with desire as
his fingers found her vestibule of love and poked in.

     His greedy lips found her breasts and sucked them, teeth
clutching and pulling out before he went lower, his tongue finally
sliding down into her crack.

     'Oh God! Yes! Yes!...I don't believe this is happening...Yes!,
there! Oh God! It feels sooo good! Fuck her, I don't care if she comes
in.'

     She bucked her cunt up into his whirling tongue, riding his
finger which was now buried past the knuckle and probing faster as her
vagina began to clench. She clenched his tousled hair, yanking his
face into her sopping-wet cunt; grinding his face in faster as she
approached that moment of ecstasy.

     "Uh!... Uh!... Uh!..." She grunted as he tongued her to orgasm,
repeatedly thrusting his finger in to the hilt. As she was delirious
in the throes of a second orgasm, he got up and lay atop her. Mike
positioned his cock and quickly slid it into her wet, beating vagina.

     "Aaaughwwrr! It's too much!" she mouthed to his mouth clutched
over hers. 'I can't take it! It'll split me!'

     "Fuck you...Fuck you...Fuck you...," he said in time to his
savagely deep thrusts into her, "Feel a real cock, bitch!"

     Slowly he pumped into her oiled vagina, in and out, her ass
sliding on the floor as the tapes whirred above them. She came
suddenly tightening around his cock, holding it as she trembled
beneath him.

     When she released her hold around his meat, he deliberately
rammed in fast, at a pace of his own, trying to release his hot quim.
As he felt his balls tighten up he pulled out abruptly.

     'No!...Don't stop now! I'm almost there again!'

     "Do you want my cock?" he asked sadistically, kneeling between
her cunt and holding it out, pointed at her head.

     "Please..yes, fuck me!" she cries plaintively, unconcerned that
someone may hear her wail. He lifted her ass off the floor and guided
his cock back into her quivering box, the soft pussy lips clinging
around his pole as it split her cunt again. He drew back out,
glistening with her juices as he let the head pop out of her vagina.

He paused before slamming back in, staggering his thrusts to maintain
his erection. He was close to cumming!

     He stopped with his cockhead lodged in her sucking vagina. "You
want to taste it?...feel my juice explode in your mouth?...I like
that, let's mouth-fuck?"

     Her hole suddenly clenched very tight around his cock
"No...please don't! I can't," she pleaded. He pulled his cock out of
her vaginal hold.

     She couldn't imagine a cock in her mouth. All her life she had
grown up to think of the mans thing as dirty and, he wanted her to
accept it into her mouth and, suck on it!

     And yet it was a beautiful thing, swaying huge from his hairy
crotch, the pee-hole staring at her, a small droplet dangling from the
end. She unconsciously wet her lips.

     Her husband had wanted her to suck his cock, many times and she
had refused. Eventually, he gave up trying. Why do men want to fuck a
woman's mouth when a vagina does a better job? She just didn't
understand their compulsion. She wouldn't let that thing inside her
mouth, under any circumstances. This is rape after all and I'll have
to stop him or else he's going to try and I have to stop it!

     As he straddled her stomach she fought him, begging him to stop.
He forced her arms behind her back.

     He walked up her torso on his knees and wrapped her breasts
around his glistening cock, slowly fucking the pliant flesh. He
reached a hand behind to tickle her clit as he fucked her jiggling
titties. "You'll like this... a lot!" he told her.

     'Oh God! He's doing it to my breasts...but it feels nice, yesss!
It feels real nice,...that's it fuck me more! Maybe he'll cum between
my breasts and it'll be over...please God! Make him cum in my breasts.
Don't make me have to suck it! Please!...'

     She settles into it. His hard cock slides along her cleavage and
his finger excites her to a frenzy. "Let my hands loose and I'll
help," she says calmly.

     He lifts up to release her arms and then guides a hand to each
breast and shows her how to snuggle them together around his sliding
cock.

     She watches, fascinated as his cock slides in and out of her
cleavage. She massaged her breasts over it trying to make him cum,
watching the hide-and-go-seek cock-head dart up for a look at her and
quickly back between her breasts.

     She had never seen a cock so close before, she was enjoying this,
getting horny again herself as he reached behind and fingered her
clit. It was so huge, so thick and massive. She couldn't believe she
had accommodated that in her vagina just minutes ago. It was so long
that the tip of it nudged against her chin on each thrust between her
breasts.

     The smell of him intoxicated her; the finger between her cunt
lips excited her. She began to think of what it would feel like in her
mouth; to be sucking that glistening pink head. She swallowed hard.

     Quite unconsciously, she opened her mouth wide; a catchers' mitt
flaring in anticipation of his imminent explosion of cum that soon
was going to stream toward her face. She was extending her tongue,
trying to reach it; demanding its presence in her mouth. She needed it
now; wanted every bit of his sweet meat inside her pouring the juices
of love out. It seemed so natural, the right thing to do. She didn't
want it between her breasts so far away; she wanted it now, in her
throat, ramming deep. She wanted him to cum and pump lots of his love
potion in her moist mouth; coating her tongue thick and white with his
semen.

     She wanted to swirl his semen around, to taste it, to feel its
texture, to swallow his manhood. Something felt naughty about this and
it thrilled her. She constantly swallowed, licking her lips and trying
to strain forward to reach his prick before he wasted his cock-juice.

     Her eyes glazed. She tried to focus on his thrusting cock so
close to her lips. What was wrong with her? This was insane but she
didn't care. The only thing she wanted in the whole world right now
was that lovely cock in her mouth, filling her throat with his semen.
She felt light-headed.

     Mike watches her in satisfaction, thrusting faster between her
twin pillows to carry him over. His first ejaculate catches him by
surprise and it splatters off her chin, running thickly down her neck.
He scoots forward, presenting his cock to her tongue as she wraps a
freed hand about the shaft and pumps the next spasm of semen out,
straight into her open and willing mouth. She swallows his semen
before opening her lips wide. His cock enters her hot mouth.

     Her lips close tightly behind the glans as she furiously fists
his throbbing shaft, spasms of ejaculation rebounding hot and spicy
about her throat as she swallows and sucks for more in desperation.

     'More! More! God! Don't stop it! Give me more!'

     She's desperate. She whacks his cock rapidly and sucks hard,
drawing his ejaculate up the urethra even as he strains to pump it
out. Her sucking draws his balls tight against his groin repeatedly.
It feels as if she's trying to suck them out through his penis as
well.

     She swallows greedily, tried to keep up with the thick fluid
choking her mouth. His cum splatters about her lips, drooling down her
chin and the sides of her neck as she jerks him off for more.

     It was a good one, he thinks to himself. Ten or twelve times and
a good volume; and, she wanted it in the end.

     Mike throbs the last onto her swirling tongue and removes her
desperate hand from his softening cock. She looks up at him with
lustful eyes, sated and yet wanting more.

     "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmm!" she hums around his softened cock,
the vibrations of her lips renewing him, eyes, half closed as she
tenderly suckles the head, licking a drop of semen from the end and
mouthing it. "Hmmm!" Red lipstick rings his cock.

     He fingers his cock, urging another drop of semen from the tip.

     She licks it from his limp meat, swallowing with smeared lips,
rubbing pooled semen over her hard nipples, then wraps her hand around
his thick long shaft again slowly pumping it with closed, happy eyes.
Her mouth suck hard over the glans, cheeks dimpling as she tries to
urge more semen.

     He reaches carefully over to his toolkit and pulls the camera
out, a Polaroid instant camera with high speed film. He focuses on her
face, a huge penis impaling her mouth, her hand relentlessly urging
him on. He snaps four quick pictures showing her actions on his cock,
the progress of her lips along the shaft, her hollowed out cheeks
sucking him. The camera is silent, making no noise and needing no
flash; she is caught unawares.

     He puts the camera away before she opens her eyes. He will
cherish the pictures in days to come, perhaps using them to beat off.
Maybe, her husband would be interested. Maybe he should let her see
them another day.

     Reluctantly, he pulls her sucking mouth off his cock and stands
up, pilling his trousers on, "You're a good lay! What's your name?" he
says in jest.

     She looks up at him, still laying half-naked, used, on the cold
floor, "Terri. What are you doing? We're not done yet," she states
matter of factly.

     "Going home. The systems fixed; I'm done!

     "By the way, you'd better find a bathroom and wash up! You've got
my precious semen all over you face. You wouldn't want that old
biddie to see you like that; I'm sure she knows what cum looks and
smells like...

     "And love, take my advice; stop at the hot tubs before going home
to hubby, soak and shower well cause he'll recognize the smell of
another mans jism; all men can. Bye!" he beams at her astonished look.

     He zips up his fly and picks up his tool case, walking around the
consoles and out the door. Terri lays there, flabbergasted, "That
bastard! That fucking bastard!"

     She sits up looking for her panties. How is she going to explain
her appearance to her supervisor.

     

     ***

     The portly supervisor waddled up to her desk. "Terri, there's a
package for you in the mail. No return address. I brought it over for
you."

     "Thanks Mrs. Franklin," she said. She placed it aside and went
back to inputting the daily transactions until finally curiosity got
the better of her. She opened the manila envelop and pulled the folded
sheets out.

     It was a letter, typed. No name or letterhead. It read:

     'Dear Terri,

     Or should I get more familiar now that we have been so intimate?

     I trust you enjoyed the pictures enclosed...'

     What pictures? The icy tingles of fear tensed her. She tore open
the envelope. There was another inside which she opened with
nervousness. They were of her; in compromising positions. She felt
sick.

     '...Notice that they are clear and in focus. I'm very proud of my
photographic skills. There is no doubt that the woman's face with that
magnificent cock in her mouth is none other than you.

     I wonder how your loving husband and son, or for that matter,
your puritanical boss will take to these pics. I understand the whole
family attends Broadwiew Assembly of God every Sunday. It's good that
you're such a moral and religious person.

     Anyway, I just wrote to tell you that I'm looking forward to our
next session in the computer room. Our last fuck was two weeks ago.
Why don't you sabotage the system and give me a call darling? I'm just
dying to stuff my cock down your throat again.

     Thinking of you a all the good times awaiting us.

     P.S. Let's have a blanket available, that floor is cold.

     P.P.S. I have the originals; don't hear from you soon, I'll find
another use for them.

     

     Love...you know my phone number.'

     She picked up the phone. The system was going to have another
nervous breakdown.

                                   ****

Hope you liked my story. . . have many more. . .especially violent
ones.
MileEnd@ix.netcom.com

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                            Computer Room Rape
                                  MileEnd
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