Deadmansfury
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« on: December 26, 2007, 03:32:15 AM » |
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Just a fore note I'm used to writing deep and dark poetry so this will be a new look into the interests that I've seem to be pent up and hiding for some time...
The Beach was quiet that night Christie went for her usual evening run. The Wind was Cool on this late August eve. The water was hitting the beach in rhythmic patterns as to keep with the steady pace of her normal 4 mile trek. Her breathing was steady, she had trained herself over the last 8 months for the possibility of going into the military. She had just turned 18, and was about to graduate High School. Her whole life was ahead of her, and yet she felt uneasy... Though on she ran pumping her legs harder into the beaten in sand close to the water's edge. With every gasp of air she took in she could feel her breasts heave up into her chest, the feeling strangely made her feel aroused... But on she ran harder, faster.
Jeremy was working at the pier, the wind was brisk and he watched as he always did, as Christie ran down the beach. He knew her routine soon she would pass the pier and turn around, stop take a few deep breaths of air, stretch those great, muscular legs out; and run back to the beach house she had been staying in for the last 8 months... He knew today was his last chance, in possibly getting fired from the job for stealing merchandise over the last week. He didn't care soon he would be gone from this hell town, and he might have a compainion. The very thought of it raised his member just a bit. He had everything he needed staged under the pier, and with the tide soon to move in he would be safe in the darkness of the pier. Soon as she ran ever closer. He was willing, and disappeared under the old rotten wood of the structure as yet she approached with those massive 42 Double D's bounding with each step, her sweat drenched strawberry blond hair whisking around her perfectly toned body, and that perfect virgin pussy waiting to take his massive amount of beef. He waited silently like a cat about to pounce on his prey, handcuffs in one hand, blade in the other...
Running down the beach close to the pier she ran. Ever feeling of someone watching her as she always did. There was always Jeremy watching her run, that weirdo always spitting and smelling of sour milk. She tried not to think about it soon she was going to turn around after the pier, stretch her long copper legs out and get back to the beach house where she could soak in a nice long bubble bath, play with her new pink monster her girl friend had just bought her, and then pass out in a nice big bed... She ran on and looking out to find where Jeremy went he was just there she thought on the front of the pier. Hoping he wouldn't reappear until after she had started back towards her house, she knew that if he ever tried anything she could out run him. Clearing her thoughts of everything but the pink monster waiting for her at the house, she was starting to get warm down there and not because of the friction of running either... This made her want to run faster, harder.
Just as she passed under the pier, into the darkness, there he was! No time to react, No time to Scream. She was caught in his arms, she was slammed to the ground by his brute force. He griped the cuffs to her wrists before she could spasm and squirm, all the while holding his knee in the middle of her back. The area was clear with the threat of a possible storm to come, the tide out and the ever pressent darkness of the pier, he could take his time with her now. With the cuffs in place her constantly eating in sand, the strawberry blond hair covering her face and neck he cut the sports bra she was wearing to revile a perfectly copper toned back. still kneeling on her he took his hand and grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulled it back forcefully, hearing her scream... He was getting hard with the very thought of her in pain, screaming for him to let her go. Without remorse or a single work he pushed her Head back into the sand, reeling in the joy of hearing those screams muffled by the crunching of sand. Her hands bound and her tits to be free he moved off her back grabbing her bottoms and pulling them to her feet. She struggled to move and he kicked her in the side. Possible he could have broken ribs, though even the thought of even more pain internally would have almost brought him to orgasm at this point.
She stopped squirming and just lay there naked and in immense pain. There was nothing she could do, bound and beaten, only hoping for a miracle that was not going to come in this darkness, this begotton darkness forgotten by all. She then saw him move to her hair walking around the back of her where she couldn't see him, suddenly with shock she felt a cold hand grab her left ass cheek. The cold feeling, of a strangers hand touching her body was enough to make her completely wet. Unknowing where that came from suddenly she was aroused by the strange man.
*so far this is what i have... I'll complete it here soon i promise... but so far what do you think...
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