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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 brown- haired, 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.        




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