From no@this.address Tue Jun 17 21:12:37 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news1.best.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!firehose.mindspring.com!news.mindspring.com!usenet From: no@this.address (Home Sweet Home) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Please Repost all of: Garage 1.0 (mff rape nc tort best teen) Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 01:12:37 GMT Organization: MindSpring Enterprises Lines: 499 Message-ID: <5o7clt$i1m@camel2.mindspring.com> References: <Pine.BSI.3.95.970506145925.21193A-100000@fish.grin.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: user-37kbv95.dialup.mindspring.com X-Server-Date: 18 Jun 1997 01:12:29 GMT X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 jvc <jvc@grin.net> wrote: >Diane Miller smoothed down her tight black skirt as she slid out of the >tow truck, her car having given out in the middle of the New Mexico >desert an hour before. The trip had turned into a disaster, she thought, >looking over to where her daughter, Tammy, and Tammy's friend Julie, were >scrambling down from the tow truck, giggling like the schoolgirls they >were. She ran her hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair, her >tight-fitting emerald-on-black silk blouse pulling tight against her >large breasts, her anger and frustration growing as she looked around >this deserted fueling station, marking the pumps, the garage, and the >connecting office, as well as an upstairs living space, her piercing >green eyes falling on Julie in her cutoff shorts and cutoff T-shirt as >the damned girl began flirting with the truck driver. Damned slut. The >child was practically screaming "rape me". She bit back her anger. >"Julie!" Diane said, "Leave the man alone." She ignored the way his eyes >roved over her body, all six feet of firm, smooth, curved womanly flesh, >and pulled two twenties from her purse. >"Thank you Ma'am," the driver nodded to her, smiled at Julie and her >daughter, forcing her to bite back a rebuke to the girls as they giggled >and waved, and said, "the owner of the station will be around shortly. >He's probably just upstairs getting something to eat. He'll take good >care of gals." He eyed the girls and the woman greedily, thinking about >the pliable pieces of fuck-meat they were going to become. Harry always >did a nice job with whores like these--hell, he might even head back in >this direction later in the day to see if they still had any kick left in >them. >Diane couldn't keep a sneer off of her face--the uncouth, unclean >son-of-a-bitch, leering at her that way. She watched the truck drive off >in the heat of the New Mexico sun, wishing she hadn't even begun this >trip, and certainly wishing she hadn't agreed to take Julie along. Julie >was arrogant, flirtatious, and teasing, flaunting her young body, >enjoying the attention she received from the opposite sex. Slut. Only >twelve and already a slut, she thought, showing all that white flesh, her >short blond hair, light blue eyes, and pretty face just adding to the >aura of corrupted innocence. She'll be pregnant by fifteen; I don't >understand what Tammy sees in her--I've taught her better. >She glanced at Tammy, whispering into Julie's ear, proud of her daughter, >proud of her 5'5" height, her lithe, willowy figure, her auburn hair >hanging down to her shoulders, her large, round green eyes, bright with >intelligence, the slight pout to her mouth, her delicate, beautiful >features, her twelve year old body budding into womanhood. Tammy was a >good girl, a bit sharp, a bit quick to feel contempt, too beautiful, too >_sexual_, Diane thought, for her own good, thinking of all the times she >had seen her daughter unconsciously flirt with boys and men, her body >giving signals which her mind didn't even recognize. But Tammy was a >good girl, who could be counted on not to get in (too much, she >qualified) trouble. >She shook her head slightly and stared at the garage, her hands on her >hips, her legs slightly spread, her short black skirt pulling tight >against her thighs, her blouse tight against her flat stomach, her >breasts straining against her silk fabric, her eyes narrowed against the >sun and the glare of the windows on the upper floor of the garage as she >waited for the owner to come out. Bastard was sure taking his time; she >was in no mood to wait. >Harry Samson, owner of the only garage and gas station within fifty >miles, his only customers a few Indians and the occasional bikers, rubbed >his greasy hand across his fat, hairy belly as he looked down at his >"customers". He grinned. "Hey Fang," he said to his dog, a young >Mastiff, pure-blood, big and scary and just right for keeping people out >of his business, "we got some company. Let's go visit." He grinned to >himself, chuckling, as he made his way down the stairs. Good thing Ben >had brought them; he and Ben were buddies--no unwelcome questions would >get past Ben. >Tammy giggled again. She knew her mother didn't like Julie, but Julie >was _so_ much fun. Julie was telling her about how she had seen the >driver's penis get hard when they were driving, and how she had wriggled >against him in the seat. She made it sound so wicked and silly at the >same time. She glanced at her mother, standing staring at the building, >making sure she was out of hearing range. Not that she, Tammy, would >ever do anything like that--the man had been gross, smelly and hairy--and >she wouldn't have the nerve, anyway. Sometimes she wished her mother >wasn't so strict, so _prudish_. She never could get comfortable around >boys, her mother's words about the sins of the flesh echoing through her >mind whenever her thoughts wandered to what it would be like. She >blushed just thinking about it. >Diane swiveled her head down as she saw the wooden door to the office >swing open, her face immediately twisting in disgust and then a twinge of >fear as she first caught site of the owner and then of his large dog >before she smoothed her expression over. No reason to get on bad terms >with the man, she thought, even if he's a disgusting, fat, foul excuse >for a human being. >He was short, at least six inches shorter than her, obese, with piggy >little eyes and a piggy little face and a huge gut which hung below his >dirty, stained, V-neck T-shirt, flopping over his belt like a huge white >slug, and obscenely hairy, every follicle seemingly covered in dirt and >grease. His legs were a grotesque white, the skin stretched by lumpy fat >and covered with hair, his shorts dirty and stained like his shirt. She >figured he hadn't washed his nest of brown hair in over a week, nor, as >she caught, on the breeze, the odor of unwashed flesh and urine and old >food oozing from his body, had he bothered to bathe in at least as long. >She stepped back as his dog came charging up to her, her arms >protectively covering her front as the huge beast approached, tongue >lolling out, drool spilling from its mouth. A picture of a childhood >incident flashed through her mind: a huge stray dog, mounting her >neighbors bitch, a much smaller dog, humping madly against it, the >smaller dog whimpering and crying as the male dog brutalized it, riding >it around the yard as it yipped and cried out. She would never keep one >of those beasts, not even a small house dog like Tammy kept begging her >to get; they were nasty, disgusting animals, their sex exposed obscenely, >their tongues lolling out of their mouths, always drooling. She >shuddered as she caught the rancid scent of the animal. >"Fang!" Harry called out sharply, bringing the dog up short as if it had >been on a leash, "sit!". The dog sat, four feet from Diane as she stared >back at it, struggling against her innate fear of big dogs, not wanting >to give this disgusting parody of humanity coming toward her an upper >hand in the coming conversation about her car. She looked at more >closely as he approached her, mastering herself, a faint expression of >disdain registering on her face as she looked down on this fifty >something year old man, dirty and gross and foul as a human being could >get. She tossed her head slightly as she met his eyes, two hard little >pebbles peering greedily from the folds of fat surrounding them, making >her slightly nervous, reminding her of the dog sitting just four feet >away. >Harry saw the expression of disgust flit across her face, watched as it >was replaced by fear mastered and then disdain as he came up to her, his >eyes taking in her body, her big, curvy, sexy body, her huge tits, her >flat stomach, her wide, sexy hips, her gorgeous legs. She was a catch, a >big, beautiful animal and he smiled inwardly as he thought about what he >was going to do with her, about how he would wipe away that smug >superiority she wore like a cloak, how he would have her screaming and >begging at his feet like the whore she was. >The two girls with her didn't look bad either, young meat, he thought, >the taller one her daughter, must be. Slender, willowy, tight cunts, he >thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his mind casting ahead, >seeing them stretched over a table, screaming as he pounded his cock into >their tight little cunts. Mother and daughter, he thought again, his >mind delighting in the possibilities, in the twisted things he could make >them do to each other. He recalled a show in Mexico he had seen with a >mother/daughter team--the way they had scream, the obscene torments they >had been forced to inflict upon each other.... He could hardly wait. >"Hello, Ma'am. What seems to be the problem?" >"I don't know for sure. It just seemed to die about twenty miles out. >I'm lucky that that tow came along when it did." >"Hmm," he peered at the car sitting in front of the garage, sticking his >finger into his mouth and running it along his gum line, dislodging a >piece of food, seeing the look of disgust passing across the bitch's >face. "Come on into my office and let me get your name and then I'll >take a look at it." He grinned up at her, staring into her exquisitely >pretty face, imagining it twisted in agony, its mouth stretched wide and >howling in pain. >She turned and followed him, glancing quickly at the dog as it rose to >follow them, her nervousness growing. The man was giving her the creeps. >He's just a man, she thought, a filthy lowlife, no good for anything or >anyone. She grimaced as her fashionable boots became encrusted with >dust, turning to yell to her daughter and Julie: "I'll be right out. I >need to sign a few things. You girls wait out here." >"Your daughter?" Harry asked as he stepped behind the counter, pulling >out a form and slapping it down on the counter with a pen. >She glanced sharply at him, suspicious. She didn't like him, and she >didn't like him noticing her daughter. "Yes. The tall one. The other >girl is her friend, Julie. Her name's Tammy." She leaned over the form >and picked up the pen as he walked over to the window to peer through. >She began writing, her mind focused on getting the form filled out and >getting out of there--she was about to ask to use the phone--when she >sensed motion behind her. She started to stand, her body jerking >reflexively as she felt an arm lock around her chest, a hand pressing >something smothering over her mouth and nose. She surged up, feeling the >drag of his body holding hers, anger and fear rushing through her, her >hands tearing at the hand holding the cloth at her mouth, the sharp, ugly >stench of chemicals overwhelming her, making her mind reel, the situation >becoming unreal as she became dizzy, her muscles refusing to lift her >body, refusing to fight off this disgusting man. Her daughter, she >thought as she felt herself slump down to the ground, her eyes falling >shut as blackness covered her thoughts. >Harry wheezed heavily as he looked down at Diane's limp body. What a >strong bitch, he thought, using the short sleeve of his shirt to wipe the >sweat from his face. For a minute there he thought the cunt was going to >get away--heh, she was strong, she could take a lot of punishment, a >whole lot of punishment. He chuckled and grabbed her by her arms, >admiring the way her breasts jiggled as he dragged her behind the >counter. Now all he had to do is get the other two cunts and he could >start to party. He rubbed his cock through his shorts as he looked down >on the prone form of his captive. >"Tammy!" he called out, watching as she glanced toward the source of the >call, seeing him waving to her. "Your mother wants you. Julie, you can >wait outside," he said quickly, he only wanted to have to deal with one >of the little sluts at a time. >Tammy jogged over to the office, her mind racing to figure out why her >mother wanted her. She slipped past the owner, holding her breath so she >didn't have to smell him, and burst into the office, confusion settling >in as she looked around, finding it bare. She began to turn, a half cry >smothered as the owner grabbed her, smothering him in his arms, covering >her face with a strong smelling rag, shock at the attack paralyzing her, >freezing her as she sucked in a deep breath, the smell from the rag >making her dizzy, weak, too weak to fight when she felt herself begin to >slip down into unconsciousness. >Harry looked down at the three cunts, smiling to himself and rubbing his >cock. Julie had been easy, just like Tammy. A little chloroform and >they were out like lambs. Boy, he loved young pussy, he loved their >lithe, slender bodies, their hairless cunts, their smooth, firm skin. He >thought with pleasure on the two college sluts he had had a month >ago--those two were good, but he thought that these three, the two >preteen sluts and the mother, big and strong and oh it was going to be >fun breaking her, were going to be better. He resisted fucking one of >them right then and began the arduous task of transferring his prizes >down into his hidden basement, accessible only by a trap door. He would >wait for the sluts to wake up before he stuck them like the pigs they >were--it was much more satisfying to hear them scream. >***** >Tammy slowly regained consciousness, the sounds of sobbing and screaming >filling her ears, shaking the last dregs of dizziness from her, pain in >her shoulders confusing her. Where was she, what was happening? Oh my >god, she thought, her head jerking up, her twelve year old heart >quickening into a panic as she remembered what had happened. Oh my god, >she struggled, her slender, delicious body twisting as she discovered she >was hanging nude by her wrists, her feet inches from a hard concrete >floor. She began shaking, fear and panic engulfing her body, her toes >scrambling for purchase to take some strain from her shoulders, finding >it, stretching her calves wonderfully. It was a nightmare, she thought >wildly, a nightmare. She'd wake up, wake up any second, it was a >nightmare, but she knew it wasn't, and tears began to leak from her >bright green eyes. >"MMMGGGGFFFF!" she said, discovering a gag in her mouth, stretching her >jaws wide, a heavy rubber prod holding her tongue down. She shook her >auburn hair from her face, tears or fear beginning to run down her face >as she saw her mother, her mother bound on her back on a slightly >inclined board, her mother nude, her arms bound above her head, her knees >pulled to either side of her head, her mother with her ass and cunt >sticking straight into the air, her tits bulging between her thighs, a >compact ball of sexual organs bound to a board. >Oh my god oh my god what was happening. Her eyes gaped as she stared at >her mother, her mother who locked the door when she showered, who warned >her against nudity, who told her it was a sin, her mother whose body was >obscenely exposed before her eyes, her sex gaping into the air. She >groaned in terror at the sight of her mother, her mind whirling at seeing >the pillar of her life humiliated, degraded. >No no no no no this can't be happening she thought. Her mind finally >registered the howls and sobs coming from just over there, just ten feet >away, where Julie was tied bound over a knee high table, on her knees, >bent over, her arms bound wrist to elbow behind her back, her torso >strapped around the table, her mouth gaping obscenely with a ring gag, >the gag missing, allowing screams of pain of echo from her throat. Her >head was pulled back by a strap around her forehead and bound to her >arms, forcing her to face forward, her face a mask of pain and fear, >tears streaming from her eyes, drool spilling from her mouth, racking >sobs shaking her slender, twelve-year-old bound form as a misshapen form >worked behind her, slapping her ass, pounding his hips against the >softness of her buttocks, driving his cock deep into her bowls, her >virgin asshole stretched around his thick cock. >Harry grunted with each thrust into the twelve year old's ass, sweat >streaming down his face, his fat, greasy hands clenched hard into Julie's >slender hips, holding the bucking, squirming girl in place. He loved >virgin ass, so tight, so many screams, so much begging and pleading and >howling as he drove his cock again and again into her ass. Slut, he >thought, whore, bitch. He had beaten the cunt's ass with a whip to wake >her up screaming, each howl torn from her throat making his grotesque >body shudder in glee, until he couldn't take it any more, he had to have >her, had to fuck this slender, boyish twelve year old ass, had to drive >deep into her virgin bowls, had to make her hurt and scream and beg as he >plowed into her. Ten minutes he had been fucking her ass, ten minutes >she had been squirming and bucking and writhing on the end of his cock, >his cock buried into the depths of her bowls, plunging in and out, blood >and shit slicking it, her ass clenching and spasming in pain, massaging >his cock like a rippling vise until he felt himself getting close, her >screams driving his lust higher, until he grunted and slammed hard into >her ass, feeling his cock jerk in her bowls, spilling its seed deep >inside her guts. >Diane hear the screams and the sobs as she come to, and knew exactly what >was happening--he was raping Julie. He was fucking Julie. She felt her >bonds, knew that she, or her daughter, were next. She felt strangely >detached, strangely unemotional, only an emptiness in the pit of her >stomach betraying her fear. She had come too almost fifteen minutes ago, >had seen the fat dwarf putter around, his body obscenely nude, his cock, >thick and grotesque and uncircumcised, dangling, half hard, between his >legs. She had seen, thought slitted eyes, him beat Julie's ass, had >heard her wake up screaming, the sickening slap of belt against flesh >echoing throughout the underground chamber. >She had stared, stared at the leather as it whooshed through the air, >striking the girl's ass with a brutal slap, scream after scream echoing >through the chamber with each blow. She had been fascinated; she >couldn't take her eyes away; it just didn't happen. It couldn't happen. >She knew it did, but that had been in her mind, removed; it hadn't been >so _real_, so immediate. >She had seen her daughter hanging by her wrists, beautiful, she thought >strangely, my daughter is beautiful, her nude body seeming to glisten in >the dim light. She had turned her head and looked at Julie again, had >seen him force his fat cock into her ass, had seen the agony stretching >that pretty face, the fear, the terror, the pain twisting it, making it >erotically ugly. Stupid teasing bitch, she thought, shocked at herself, >stupid cunt is getting just what she deserves. Cock-teasing whore, she >thought, bitch, her mind forgetting her own position and her daughters. >She wish she was the one torturing the teasing little slut Julie, wishing >she were the one making those animalistic sounds pour from her strained >lips, she were the one to twist that pretty face into a mask of pain as >she tortured the root of the sin, tortured the slutty little whore's cunt >and ass and tits, burning and whipping and hurting them, tearing the sin >away. >She closed her eyes and shuddered, driving the thoughts from her mind, >visions of the Sister of her schooldays looming before her, calling forth >visions of hellfire, of the lake of fire burning and tormenting the >damned for all eternity. She mustn't think such thoughts, mustn't think >about how _good_ it was to see Julie tortured, how beautiful her daughter >looked, her daughter, she thought, her mind drifting what was going to >happen to them, of what this foul, bloated, stinking man was going to do >to her, to her daughter. >It was happening again, just like that night, that night when she had >been taken, fouled. She had been young, still living at home, when she >had gone out with her friend Mary to a bar, drinking until they were >fouled with liquor, turning their face from God and letting the pleasure >of drink fill them. Mary had left with her boyfriend--she hadn't known >Mary had a boyfriend, leaving her, young, naive. The man had told her he >was a school teacher, had come into the bar to make a call, had seen her >there alone, nervous, had offered to drive her home. She had hesitated, >her mother's warnings tugging at her, but her mother would never know >about this night. >He had stopped in the park, she didn't know why until she felt hands >tearing at her clothing, feeling her body. She had fought him, tried to >make him stop, but she couldn't. He pawed her, hurt her, forced her to >touch his cock, forced her to kiss it, forced it into her body, hurting >her, fouling her, like an animal, her blood staining her skirt. >It had taken hours for her to walk home, where she had snuck into her >bathroom and tried to wash away the blood and the stink and the foulness >staining her body, staining her soul. She shuddered as she remembered >that night so long ago, that night which was repeating itself now. >She shuddered again, and fear began to grow in her, not for her, not for >Julie, but for her daughter. She would do anything to save her daughter >the shame of being raped by this animal, from being fouled, stained, but >she knew that there was nothing she could do, knew that she was >completely helpless, her thighs aching from being pulled practically over >her head, her breath laboring from her constricted chest, a gag filling >her mouth full, muffling her. >Tammy's eyes widened in horror as she saw Harry pull his cock with a >sickening popping sound from her friends brutalized asshole. Silence >filled the basement, cut only by Julie's staccato sobs, as Tammy stared >at his cock in horror. It was huge, so fat, so long. She had never seen >one before, had never seen a real-live penis. She was a good girl, >feigning shock when Julie had described one--how it looked, how it felt, >how it smelled. She felt sick as she saw it glisten with blood and shit >in the dim light, and began struggling in her bonds, her calves aching >from supporting her weight, the chains holding her wrists to the ceiling >rattling as she pulled against them. It had been in her ass, in Julie's >ass. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't happening. It was so big, so >big, it would never fit. It was evil, foul, disgusting, to have a penis >there. Even in her slit, her tiny slit, it would never go. It was >wrong, wrong, wrong. She glanced in panic toward her mother; mom, mom, >she thought, mom, mom, she tried to cry out, her gag muffling her. >She felt Harry's beady, piggy, evil eyes fall on her, and shuddered as >she saw him smile, revealing stained, crooked teeth. "The little slut's >awake, I see. Don't worry, you're next." >"MMMFFFF! MMMMMFFFFF!" she screamed into her gag, terror at being >touched by this strange man filling her, her lithe, firm body twisting as >she struggled against her bonds, her calves burning in fatigue, her arms >and shoulders aching from strain, goosebumps rising on her smooth, young >flesh as she watched him slide his softening cock into Julie's mouth, >watched his fat ass as he humped it into her mouth, feeling her own >nipples grow hard with fear. It was covered with shit and blood, going >into Julie's mouth, oh my god she thought, her mind reeling in horror. >"Nice and clean," he muttered, turning to face mother and daughter, his >cock glistening with the saliva of the other bound girl. He loved making >them clean his cock after he had raped their ass. The little sluts. He >grinned as he looked from one to the other, noticing them both watching >him, the daughter's green eyes wide and wild with fear, the mother's >cold, hateful, calculating, even bound as she was, no more than an ass, a >cunt, and two tits for his use. He chuckled, the sound ugly and deep >mingling with the sobs of the other girl. >Tammy began futility twisting and turning in her bonds as Harry walked >around her, a huge, bloated, hairy toad with beady, piggy eyes, his touch >seeming to burn her skin as he ran his fat fingers across her back. >"MMMFFFFF! MMMFFFF! MMMMFFFF!" she cried out, tears of fear streaming >down her delicate features, making her large green eyes glisten. >"MMMFFF! MMMMFFFF! MMMMFFFF!" No! No! No! she wanted to scream, >wanted to fight, wanted to run. This couldn't be happening, this >couldn't. >"What do you think, mommy," he said, staring into Diane's hate-filled >eyes as he ran his hands over his squirming captive, her skin soft and >supple under his rough, greasy hands. "Think I should fuck your precious >daughter? Think I should spread her legs" he reached around the girl and >gripped the front of Tammy's thighs, making her squeal as he dug his >fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her legs apart, jerking her ass back >against his groin, "think I should drive my cock into her cunt? What do >you think, mommy?" He licked the back of her neck, loving the way she >shuddered and twisted in his grasp, loving the squealing whines she was >making as he explored her young body. "Mommy can't talk, can she? Let >me fix that." He quickly walked over to Diane and pulled her gag out. >"Let her go," Diane said calmly, her voice even, tinged with hate and >loathing. "Let her go. You can keep me. Just let her go." The sounds >of Tammy's whimpering and Julie's sobs a background to their >conversation. >"Let this sweet, delectable, piece of meat go?" he smiled as he made his >way back to Tammy's bound body, his hand running over her chest, roughly >massaging her budding breasts, pulling absently at her nipples. "Why >would I do that, mommy?" >"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch. Let her go." Her voice was >louder, her muscled in her neck straining to lift her head up further, >the muscles in her body quivering as if she could break free from the >bonds which held her balled up on her back on the ground. >"Son of a bitch?" he growled, his face turning ugly, his hand snaking >out, snatching a belt from a nearby table. "Watch mommy, watch what this >son of a bitch is going to do to your precious little daughter!" He >stepped back and the room was filled with the sickening sound of leather >against flesh, a muffled howl coming from the throat of Tammy as the belt >landed full force across her pubescent nipples, her lithe body jerking >and swaying on the chain supporting her, her feet going out from under >her as pain flashed through her body. >"STOP IT! STOP IT STOP IT!" Diane screamed again and again as he brought >the belt down again and again against the tender flesh of her daughter, >making her howl and swing and twist in the air, her body jackknifing and >jerking, her legs kicking and flexing as the belt struck her tits, her >thighs, her ass, her back, her shoulders, leaving ugly red marks >crisscrossing her white flesh. "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" she howled, >her whole body quivering against the bonds holding it to the board, each >stroke seeming to land against _her_ flesh, each jerking of her >daughter's body seeming to transfer itself instantly to hers, the sound >of leather against flesh, of her own screams, her daughter's screams, and >the renewed sobbing of Julie seemed to meld together into a hellish >cacophony of sound. "STOP IT!" she howled again, her mind thinking crazy >thoughts, crazy thoughts about how girls needed to be punished, needed to >be whipped and beaten and hurt to drive the sin from their bodies. >He stopped, wheezing, his body sheened with sweat, joy gleaming in his >piggy eyes as he looked at the sobbing, hanging, whip-marked girl before >him, his cock rock hard again from the sounds and sights of agony before >him. He looked at the panting, straining mother, so big, so sexy, bound >like that, all tits and ass and cunt, "Maybe I'll fuck her now, what do >you think, mommy?" He slid his hand against Tammy's cunt, gripping it >hard, hearing her whimper through her gag. >"No." She said it softly. "No. Please. Fuck me instead. Just let her >alone." >"What? Did you hear that Tammy? Your momma wants me to fuck her. Isn't >that right mommy?" he hissed. >"Yes. Fuck me. Just don't hurt her anymore." >"I think you're right, mommy. I think your daughter is a little to sweet >for the main course. That cunt over there was a nice appetizer, and your >daughter will be a nice dessert, but I think I'll have you for dinner." >He grinned wickedly and heaved his body over to a workbench, grabbing a >small case before approaching Diane. >Diane watched in horrid fascination as this obese, obscene, lumpy horror >of a man kneeled by her ass, his cock turgid and thick, slapping against >her thigh as he leaned over her, a dirty canvas zippered small case in >his hand, his breath foul and rotting as he smiled down at her, his pudgy >fingers pulling open the case. She shuddered uncontrollably as he showed >her what was in the case--pins, two inch long pins with round heads, his >eyes glinting down at her from between folds of fat as he smiled. >"I got something special for mommy and her fat tits."