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 HAVE YOU BELIEVE. In 1996 35,000 human beings were killed in the US with guns. That's almost 2.4 people every hour of every day of the year. Did you know that in Great Britain there were less than 100 people killed by hand guns during the same period. Archive name: (Guns11.txt (mf, Asian, rp) Authors name: Richard Rivers (r_rivers@cryogen.com) Story Title : Road Rage 10/10/97 ------------------------------------------------------ This story has sex and violence, much like evening TV scedueling. But in this case we warn you that if you are not a consenting adult =READ NO FURTHER= --------------- Kristen's collection ----------------- I was having another lousy day. When the red Miata cut me off it was the last straw. I caught a glimpse of the young Asian woman driver, her hair fluttering wildly in the wind as she veered across three lanes, cut right in front of me and swerved around several other cars. "Fuck you! You fucking cunt!" I yelled after her. "Fuck...You!..." I shook my fist, punctuating each word. "You yuppie scum...rich uptown fuckers...I hate all you bastards... fucking assholes..." It was a familiar litany. Aggressive fuckers like that had been stepping on me my whole life. All I could ever do was shake my fucking fists or yell at them like an impotent moron. Today something in me snapped. I wasn't going to take that shit from anyone any more! My old Toyota shuddered. Grinding my heel into the floor I tried to wring every ounce of acceleration I could out of that piece of junk. I was going to catch that bitch! The Miata was about six or seven cars ahead, in the left lane now. I maneuvered crazily through traffic trying to get closer. She was boxed in! I hungrily closed the distance between us and pulled into the next lane. I couldn't get along side of her because the fucking guy in front of me wouldn't speed up! "Fuck!" I yelled slamming my fists on the wheel. We were both trapped by slower drivers. I leaned my head out the window. "Hey! Fuck you! You Chinese slut!" I yelled. The wind carried my voice away. My blood was boiling. About two miles ahead there was a traffic light on the Parkway. With the lousy day I was having I just knew I was probably going to miss that light anyway. Now I hoped that I would. If we at least slowed down I could give her a piece of my mind, maybe even dump the remains of my coffee onto (no, better, into!) her car...The wildness of my schemes for vengeance escalated as my anger grew almost uncontrollable. "Please let that fucking light be red..." Up ahead the light came into view. Green! I was in mid yell: "Fuu..." when, Yellow!...then... Red! "Yesss!" I hissed. As we ground to a halt I was seeing red everywhere: the light, her car, the blood boiling behind my eyeballs. Forged by the heat of my rage an idea took shape in my brain. I knew that light well; how long it lasted, exactly how long it would take traffic to get moving again. Gripping the steering wheel with sweaty, shaking hands I waited for my moment like a wounded bull before his final charge. As the light changed I burst out of my car, covering the few steps to her passenger door in a second or two. She was just starting to roll forward as I vaulted over the door and into the passenger seat. "Drive! you bitch!" I commanded interrupting her startled exclamation. "Do it!" I said a little more softly pulling out my gun. The adrenaline rush was completely in command of me. I felt I was capable of anything. "I'll use it!" I warned. She started to slowly roll forward. "Step on it!" I yelled. I made her pass the few cars that were in front of us and we were soon driving in an empty pocket in traffic. "What do you want?" she asked looking at me with hurried sideways glances. "If it's the car, or money just take it and let me out!" The initial surge of adrenaline had washed over me leaving in its wake a cool detached nervous tension that vibrated through my body. I caught a glimpse of myself in the side mirror. My own icy thousand-yard stare brought a smirk to my lips. "I'm James fucking Bond!" I thought. Then, out loud: "You cut me off back there my dear. Very rude. Very insolent, really." My own voice sounded strange to me as if someone or something else was speaking through me. "This is about me cutting in front of you?" she said with a snort of disgust. "You'll risk going to jail for the rest of your life because I passed you?" I remained silent. "Well, if it helps you get over your little problem, I apologize, OK? I'm sorry, all right? I'm very sorry I cut in front of you back there. Now let me go. You can keep the car, money, whatever it is...you...want..." As her voice trailed off I knew it was just occurring to her what I had in mind. "Apology not accepted," I said. I looked her up and down. "Rich little Asian slut," I said to myself. She had on black nylons and a short denim skirt. The tight fitting black turtle neck she had on outlined small pointy breasts. Her lips were the thick and pouty type, the type that say softly, seductively, "kiss me!" She was the hot 'fuck-me' doll out of one of my depraved fantasies. I ordered her to get off the Parkway and head into Lakeside Park. I knew of some secluded areas back in there where people seldom went. "What are you planning to do with me?" she asked. The tone of her voice was colored with uncertainty now. Her faltering voice and fearful tone made me swell with self satisfaction. "You'll find out." I said with ice in my voice. I had her pull through a dirt parking lot behind a thicket of shrubs. "Get out! If you try to run I'll catch you and I'll make your life even more miserable than it's about to become anyway" I said in the fiercest voice I could muster, waving my gun in her face. We both got out and I pulled her to the front of the car. "Take off those sunglasses." I ordered. She squinted as her eyes got use to the sun. "Sit on the hood of the car!" "Ow! That's hot!" she cried out leaping back to her feet. "I told you to sit!" I barked. She gingerly started to lower herself again. "No, wait!" I stopped her. The realization that I had total control over her affected me like a shot of pure lust. She would do whatever I wanted. I could make her do it with my voice alone. "Take off those nylons, your panties too," I said, steely calm in my voice. She just stood there. "Do it!" I barked. She jumped as if I had slapped her. Kicking off her shoes she bent and pulled the nylons and a pair of white panties down from under her skirt. "Give those to me!" I said stuffing them into my pocket. "Now! Sit on the car! Lift up the back of your dress and sit on the hood of the car!" "No!" she wailed, "I'll get burned." "Do it! I want to see your bare ass on the hood of that car!" My tone was enough to compel her to obey. My gun convinced her that she had no choice. She gingerly lifted the back of her skirt and lowered herself onto the hood of the car. "Ow! No! I can't do it! It's too hot!" she said, squirming. Watching her squirm from side to side trying to keep her ass off of the hood only increased my lust. It was more than a sexual lust though. All my life I'd been kicked around, fucked over by people, my old man, my wife, my boss, everybody. I was always the one squirming, but now I was finally going to get even. This was my moment. Nobody was going to fuck with me now! "Sit still!" I ordered, " and take off your shirt." "No...please.." she started to protest. "Shut up and do it! Not another word out of you!" I yelled. She pulled the turtleneck sweater over her head and brought her forearms up to cover her breasts. "Don't hide your tits. Show them to me." She slowly brought her arms to her sides revealing a small perky pair of breasts. "Now undo that dress. I want to see your pussy you slut!" "No.." she moaned closing her eyes as she obeyed. I admired her hot young body as I ordered her to get farther onto the hood and lay back over the windshield. I felt drunk. The ground under my feet was sloshing from side to side. My head was light with a gleeful sense of bravado, like the ringmaster at some perverted circus for the damned. I made her spread her legs bringing her pussy into view. Her pubic hair was sparse and I could clearly see her dark lips folded protectively together. "I want you to touch yourself," I said. "Play with your pussy for me." She cautiously let one hand come to rest on her pubic hair. "Come on, touch it, stroke it. I want to see you pet your pussy," I cajoled. Gingerly two fingers traced up and down over her pussy lips. "That's more like it." I said, pleased. "Now spread those lips for me. I want to see inside." A small pink spot appeared as she spread herself. "More...more...just a little more..." I coaxed. Her lips were splayed wide. "Good! Now I want to see one of those fingers disappear. Stick it in!" Her middle fingertip bent inwards and barely entered her pussy. "More!" I ordered. "All the way in. Fuck yourself you slut!" Her finger went in all the way to the knuckle. "You heard me" I said. "In and out. Fuck yourself!" She slowly started finger fucking herself. As she continued I slipped out of my pants. I climbed up on the hood and got my knees between her spread legs. Her eyes had opened briefly as I approached but now she closed them and turned her head away. "It's my turn." I said as I grabbed her arms and pinned them up against the windshield. "No!..please...don't fuck me," she begged. I lay on top of her and poked her with my stiff cock until I found her opening. Poised there with just the tip of my cock pressing into her I said, "You like cock, don't you? I can tell just by looking at you that you want it. The way you dress, the way you act. You're probably a real tease too I bet. You get the guys really begging for it before you let them fuck your brains out." My voice was quiet but I was barely under control. The tide of rage was rising in me again. "It's about time...Somebody should have done this to you a long time ago. You need to be taught a fucking lesson! Like...This!" I forced my cock roughly into her. Her body tensed and she let out a squeaky little cry. I began to slowly fuck her with full hard strokes. As I fucked her she stayed tense and immobile under me. Her pussy gripped me tightly so that it was taking some effort to pull out on the upstrokes. It was as if she didn't want to let me go, as if clinging to my cock, holding it inside her would prevent it from painfully stabbing back into her again . I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensations of being on top of and inside that tight young body. Behind my balls I could feel the beginnings of that familiar tingling sensation, the prelude to coming. I couldn't control my motions any more. My cock had a mind of its own, driving in and out of her, faster and faster, slamming into her harder and harder. I was fucking like an animal. I started to grind my balls around on her ass, swiveling my hips as the urge to come became overpowering. Pulling out of her I got myself straddled over her, sitting on her chest. "I'm going to blast you with my come!" I moaned and started jerking off in her face. She turned her head from side to side wildly, saying "No!...no!...please...don't...don't..." I stilled her head with my free hand. The thought of how nice it would be to coat her face with my sticky hot come coupled with the fact that she was absolutely powerless to stop me sent me over the edge. Gripping myself tightly I sent a shot splattering across her forehead and onto the windshield. The next one caught her right on the bridge of the nose. She averted her face and I pumped the next shots against her cheek. Leaning back, exhausted, I let the rest of my come drool out onto her neck and breasts. As I was coming, at the edge of my awareness, I heard the faint honk of a car horn. Then another, and another, timed exactly with my spurts. As the last of my come was oozing out of me the honk turned into a continuos blast. It was getting louder! "What the fuck are you doing?" a voice said. It was my wife. Opening my eyes I turned to look at her in the passenger seat. "The fucking light has been green for about half a minute! Will you go already?" she yelled. "People are waiting, you jerk!" My head bowed as I reached for the gear shift, engaged the clutch and continued on my dreary way. Fin