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Subject:      LEXtext: Gone Fishin' (m/f, nc, rape, torture, incest)
From:         jmauer7782@aol.com
Date:         1996/12/03
Message-Id:   <19961203175900.MAA10530@ladder01.news.aol.com>
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Subject: Gone Fishin' <m/f, nc, rape, torture, incest>

Disclaimer: The following is just words. Words have no inherent meaning.
Plato is
dead.

Warning: The following story contains non-consentual rape, torture and
snuff of a
teenager by her brother and his friend. Consider yourself warned.

Gone Fishin'
^^^^^^^^^^^^

"Hey. Mom, where'd Liz go?"

That was Pete. Pete's my age. Liz is his older sister. We needed to find
out where she
was.

See, we'd got to talking earlier. We were in his room, watching some porno
flicks with
the volume turned down, discussing girls. You see, Pete and I are a lot a
like. At only
sixteen each, were far more mature for our age. We both have to shave.
We're
rejected by the rest of our peers, so we pal around together. We're share
very similar
tastes, in all matters.

So I was talking with Pete, and Pete said, "What kind of girls do you find
attractive?"
He hadn't actually used the word 'girls'. He'd said 'bitches'. See,
several weeks ago
we admitted to each other that we both thought more about rape than
girlfriends; more
about sticking hot needles through girls' tits than sucking them, more
about abusing
them than loving them. So we started to refer to girls in derogatory
terms. It turned us
on. "Girl" or "woman" makes you think of them as people. "Whore", "bitch",
"cunt",
"slut" makes you think of them as what they are - fuck toys for the men of
the world.
Only the bitches've convinced most men they have rights, and so most men
don't take
advantage of them as they should.

I thought a while, than said, "I think your sister is kind've cute," I
looked at Pete, thinking
he might grow upset over that. But he smiled his toothy smile and said,
"Ya know, me
too!

"My sister is such a bitch. I mean, she ignores me. She mocks me. Her cunt
friends
come over and tease me. Sometimes I see her walk naked out of the shower.
I enjoy
leering at her body. God I'd love to torture her, make her bleed for me!"

My cock grew enormous as I thought about his sister. Liz was only a year
older than
Pete. She was thin and wispy, with pale skin. Although seventeen, she
still looked as if
she were only thirteen or so. She had no breasts to speak of. Her narrow
face had a
pug nose; her wispy brown hair fell to her shoulders. But she was a true
bitch, and
didn't like either of us. She was smart, got good grades in school, so
Pete's mom
liked her and not Pete.

Pete started to stroke his cock. "Tell me what you'd do to Liz if you
caught her alone,"
He said. I closed my eyes and imagined ...

"She'd be all alone, in the house. I'd come in and call out for you. She'd
say you weren't
in, from where she was sitting, reading a book on the couch. I'd walk over
next to her,
strike the book from her hand. I'd grab her by the hair and strike her
face real hard ..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door; we hurriedly pulled our pants up
as Pete's
mom walked in.

"Are you too behaving yourselves?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey, mom, where'd Liz go?"

"She went with Tom to the fishing hole back in the woods," Tom was Liz's
wimpy
boyfriend. He'd never even kissed her.

When Pete's mom left, I asked him, "Why'd you wanna know where Liz is?"

He grinned when he said, "Let's go rape her!"

I was a bit apprehensive, but finally Pete convinced me. He said the old
fishing hole
was two miles deep into the woods. Overpowering Tom would be no problem,
and
there'd be no-one around to here Liz scream. My hard cock prompted me to
go
without to much worry over getting caught.

First, though, we had to get some "toys". Yeah, sure, we'd fuck Liz, right
in the cunt and
mouth and asshole, but fuckin' women only's half of what they're good for.
The other
half's torturin'.

Pete got his school bag and we went around the house, putting things into
it. We got a
bundle of strong cord. We got pliers and his dad's power drill, with all
the tips for it.
Pete put a sharp paring knife in; I got a box of needles and a lighter.
Heavy electrical
wire went in, as did some tent stakes. We got it good and full, then
started to hike.

The woods weren't far from Pete's house. We got on the trail and walked.
The
hard-ons in our pants wouldn't come down. The trip took twenty minutes,
but then we
were at the fishing hole. We hid behind the bushes and watched.

Liz and Tom were doing homework. Tom's fishing pole had been placed into
the
ground, and was ignored. Tom was a young kid, only 15, a year younger than
Pete and
myself, and much less well- built. We watched for a while, horrified by
the fact that Tom
didn't seem the least bit interested in jumping on Liz and raping her. As
nothing in this
scene changed for fifteen minutes, we sprung up and crashed our way out of
the
bushes.

Pete immediately went to his sister and put her into a bear-hug. Her face
smushed
against his chest. Meanwhile, I grabbed Tom by his short hair and dragged
him into
the little muddy pool. He drowned quickly, without much struggle.

When I came onto dry land again, Pete was holding his sister from behind.
She'd seen
what I'd done, and started balling "Stop it! Stop it" I laughed and
smacked her. Pete
whispered into her ear "We're gonna fuck you, sis. What you think about
that?"

"Your both perverts and should be locked up!" she cried, then twisted her
way out of
Pete's arms. (Actually, Pete'd let her go). We chased her around the pool
until her
unathletic little body couldn't go any further, and she collapsed, "Pete,"
she pleaded,
tears welling into her eyes, "This isn't funny."

"It's not meant to be, you bitch!" he yelled at her. He grabbed a handful
of her hair, and
drug her kicking and screaming into the woods.

Forcing her roughly against a tree, we stripped her. Using brute strength,
we tore her
dress from her body until it was bare. Liz was moaning "No, no, please..."
Pete
enjoyed smacking her almost as much as I did.

When she was fully bare (there's not much to describe. Her barely existent
breasts and
hairless pussy made her look like a little kid), I punched her in the
stomach. She folded
up, clutching her stomach and moaning. "Oh, I'll give you something to
moan about,
bitch!" I said.

Taking the rope out of Pete's bag, I tied little Liz in between two trees,
her legs and
arms spread out, so that we had a clear view of her entire body. Liz
struggled against
the bonds, but it was useless. With her so restrained, Pete and I
undressed. His cock
swelled just as much as mine, and its purple tip oozed pre-cum. When Liz
saw this,
she started yelling for help, "Help me! Help me, somebody! I'm being
raped!" She
yelled over and over.

Pete and I walked over to his naked, helpless sister. She stared at us,
eyes wide with
fear and blurred by tears. I took her back and Pete took her front. We
felt her up. I ran
my fingers through her fine brown hair, then they lingered on her soft
neck. I imagined it
squeezed beneath my hands. They made a quick route down her back, then I
reached
her butt. It was small and thin, just like the rest of her. I stroked it
gently. Liz pleaded
with me, "Please, please don't touch me there!" (or maybe that was to
Pete's
attentions on her tiny nipples). I smacked her rump hard for her
complaining. It made a
nice cracking sound, so I did it again. Liz yelped in pain and my erection
jerked. I
kneaded her thin buttocks, digging my fingernails in. I spread them apart
so I could get
a look at her asshole (Pete had her pussy). It was small like a little
girls, all crinkly and
dirty. I massaged it with the tip of my pinky, and it started to quiver.
Liz jerked and
moaned.

Pete called me up front to watch as he started to decorate her. I heated
the sewing
needles up for him. Then he grabbed as much of a breast as she had and
yanked. Her
body pulled forward, and the nipple squeezed out. Holding it like that, he
slowly
inserted the pin through it, taking his jolly time as Liz screamed and
screamed.

"Will you listen to that?" I laughed, "Your sis is quite the vocal brat.
Think I should quiet
her down!"

Once both pins were through her nipples, we removed them and put loop
earrings into
the holes they'd made, and attached a leash to the loops. I tugged on it a
bit, enjoying
the reactions this solicited from Liz and the way it made her nipples
bulge out. Then
we took her down. Pete sat on her back as we made her crouch there. He
took out a
length of the electrical cord and began whipping her ass with it as I
shoved my aching
member into her tiny mouth. She looked so much like a little girl! Her
screams and
sobs and gagging around my cock brought up a load of jism, which I was
happy to
withdraw for and spread all over her pretty face. Then I smacked her with
my aching
cock.

Liz's ass was a bright red when Pete got off her. We lead her around on
the leash for a
while. Then I hog-tied her and pulled her along the ground by her hair
while Pete lay
atop of her, humping her. Pete lashed her over a tree branch and fucked
all of her
holes while I used the pliers to jerk and tear at her tortured tits.

We tied her laying on her back to a log, her small frame contorted and
stretched
around the huge thing. We inserted the tent stakes into her hairless cunt
and asshole
and twisted them around. Liz jerked and starined, her voice was getting
hoarse from
all her screaming. Her body was covered with bright and dark bruises; my
cum still
lingered on her face; her tiny crotch region was distended by too much
violent fucking.
She jerked and spasmed from all the attention. Her legs twitched, calling
attention to
them. I took out the lighter again and lightly burned her inner thighs.
They glowed a nice
red. Then I whipped them with a thick wire cord. Liz screamed, and Pete
shoved his
thick cock down her throat again, calling back, "Keep doing that man. It
feels so good
when she screams," So I obediently kept whipping her, moving from her
inner thighs to
her stomach and then her bleeding nips. With a huge jerk that broke her
nose, Pete
gushed a load of cum down his bitch sisters throat. When he pulled away,
she tried to
spit his white love juice out, but he pushed her jaw back and made her
swallow. Her
face contorted at the taste. It was so lovely.

We hung her upside-down from a high tree branch and used her as a punching
bag.
She swung back and forth. Pete punched her in her cut-up nip; on the
return swing, I
kneed her in the face. She made horrible sounding gargling noises as we
did this. The
cunt's screeching didn't even sound human anymore. She sounded like a
wounded
rabbit.

When we got tired, we left her like so that we could rest, and to get our
horniness back.
Pete's sister dangled there, in mid-air before us, cut up and bleeding,
covered with
cum; her asshole leaked shit and her cunt blood. Her mouth swelled up so
that she
couldn't breath that way anymore. That served as a really effective gag.
She made
small, helpless sounds that helped make us horny again fast.

It was getting dark by the time we got our strength back. We untied Liz,
and made her
crawl between us, sucking us off while they other spanked her with a whip
or a branch
or his bare hand. She was so cute! Her tiny body was naked and helpless as
we
abused her; she made screeching sounds to our direct attentions, and then
mewled
when we left her alone. Which wasn't often. I was having the best time of
my life, and
told Pete this. He agreed, forcing his fattened cock through Liz's bruised
lips down her
throat. I took out the paring knife and started making little drawing on
her thighs.

Eventually, Liz collapsed from the pain and suffering. We fucked her
unconscious
body. She cried out and moaned and whimpered still. Her young body was a
mess of
cuts and bruises, splattered with blood and cum. Pete pissed on her. I cut
her nipples
off with the knife. She awoke screaming. I cut of the sound as my hands
enclosed her
throat. I choked her slowly, letting her get gasps of air before
tightening again. Her
face started turning red and slowly purple. Her beautiful brown eyes
bugged out. Pete
inserted his entire arm up her asshole and started to scrape at her
insides. Her
screaming voice was stopped by my hands. Then, she died, and we spent the
night
fucking and abusing her dead body before burning her in the morning.

When we got back to Pete's house (his mom had been worried about Liz but
hadn't
given a shit about us), we remembered we'd forgotten to take pictures...
C'est la vie.

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