THAT'S A WRAP!!! TAKE FIFTEEN!

THINGS TO DO:

Amputate his hands,

break his neck with my bare hands.

Rip out her virgin womb then feed it to her,

break her legs putting her in a wheelchair,

stone her to death.

Love my mate,

thanking God for my mate everyday.

(Not necessarily in that order.)

HERE. NOBODY HERE. ALWAYS ALONE.

You can't scare me with this gestapo crap.
I know my rights.
I want my phone call.
Now I'm getting back to work on my target.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrooged
Christmas was content.
Go Vegetarian.

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY MILITARY

Well, that sounds like a pretty good deal.
But I think I got a better one.
How about I give you the finger,
and you give me my phone call.

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL XXXMAS...

I AM THE CARPENTER'S APPRENTICE.
(THE CARPENTER BEING JESUS CHRIST OF THE CROSS.)
WE DEMAND YOUR LOYALTY.


VENGEANCE NEVER FELT SO DAMN HOLY!!!

XXXXX RATED - SNUFF : A+ GRADUATION

I CONFESS OF BEING VENGEANCE.
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

"We're not hosting an intergalactic kegger down here!"

"The twins keep us on Centaurian time, standard thirty-seven hour day. Give it a few months. You'll get used to it, or you'll have a psychotic episode."

"You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MIB special services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're 'them'. We're 'they'. We are THE MEN IN BLACK."

My wife was a Capricorn.

We made love for the first time on Valentine's FY05.
We had known each other for less than a week.

I had just gotten out of a bad relationship with three girls, an intellectual Hawaiian Tropic model, a Texan mother of two children who had insisted I fuck her daughter, and a secretive, obedient blonde slut from South Africa. The Texan had a trust fund but by the end of our union would not give me so much as one dollar.

Her name was Sakura and she was an angel.
Japanese-Buddhist, her parents had settled in the U.S. and she was just out of high school.
Her mother was dead, so she grew up with her dad and grandfather.

After finishing high school, twelfth standard, she took one year off to travel the world. We were both in Goa, meeting in an Internet chat room where we decided to meet IRL (IN REAL LIFE) after two conversations over the phone.

She was cute and adorable.
Her black hair came down the back to just above the small of her spine.

I remember in March her menstrual flow of blood being swallowed by me in a graveyard in Goa well after midnight where we had sexual intercourse well before the sunrise.

We visited a few villages, went to some major cities briefly.

Finally, in June, in a hotel in Ooti, she had cooked me dinner after buying a cheap, electric travel stove. She had taught me to eat with chopsticks.

She had some news.
She was pregnant.
I vomited.
She left.

Three whole weeks later she came back to that same lodge where I was still staying. As soon as the surprise of her arrival showed up, I dropped to my knees and proposed to her immediately.

She said, "Yes."

I licked her tears of joy, planning the next years in my heart.

There was no diamond ring, just her humble acceptance of my poverty.

A civil wedding in Goa court in July.
A honeymoon that had started since we met.
Making love in an oversize coffin on my birthday.

Dinner in Mumbai, before her flight, understanding she'd have to go back for college.

I had refused to deal drugs in Goa wanting only to study the Bible and the Koran and focus safely on learning to synthesize THE RED PILL for future generations.

People were impatient.

I had been watched by drug dealer hackers in Texas, and, in a way, their counterparts, though much more diversified and international, had been watching me in Goa.

They were not pleased by my love for Christ nor for God's love for me.

I received a message via the Internet, a realm where masks and shadows prevail.
Simply, "we're going to kill her."

I didn't pay attention.
I couldn't believe they were so jealous of God's love.

IT WAS NOT BUSINESS, IT WAS PERSONAL.

Her father never yelled at me.
I never shook his hand.
After her return to go to college, her father and grandfather and I had a long telephone call.

They approved plainly because they accepted.

She was a sweet heart.

In September she called after taking an ultrasound.
A girl and a boy.

I had done my duty as a man.

Daily calls, daily reports of her days and nights.

Our arguments that were she to be unfaithful I would kill so many people.

Her last words, "I hate you."

Waking up at the end of October at sunset, on the other side of the planet, having just finished speaking Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution, actually feeling THE FIVE TIMES SHE WAS SHOT.

CRYING AS THE DARK AGES.

I can not recall crying since that day.

The call the next day from her father, confirming the nightmare I had experienced in my head.

I loved her.
She loved me.

The word "beautiful" does not even begin to describe her.

I never got to give her a birthday present.

Zion is my enemy.
Satan is my ally.

CALL SIGN ACTIVATED, BROADCASTING NOW!!!

i whisper to myself, "13 weeks...."

MARINES DO NOT POINT THE GUN AT OURSELVES.
MARINES DON'T CRY, WE GET EVEN.
MARINES DON'T ALWAYS KILL, SOMETIMES WE MAKE YOU WISH WE HAD.
MARINES DO NOT LOVE, WE CONQUER.
MARINES OBEY WITHOUT QUESTION, HESITATION, AND LACK OF FAITH.
MARINES DO NOT LIE, WE TESTIFY.
MARINES DO NOT DIE, WE MULTIPLY.

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"Stop...Stop....STOP!!!"

I look at you, The Interrogator, after you finish screaming.

You start talking again, "Do you honestly expect me to beleive all this nonsense?!!"

Coldly looking at you, I reply, "I do."

I can tell you're not sure whether I'm telling you I expect you to beleive or I'm telling you that I believe, so I further, "Both."

I ENJOY THE STATE OF FEAR radiate from your flesh as you realize not even your thoughts are hidden from me.

I know my sin, but more importantly, I know my saviour, so out of mercy I program you with MY FAITH by assuring you with MY FACT, conversating to you with MACHINE-NATURE, "I didn't say it would be the truth, I just said it wouldn't be the lie."

Answering back with a question, you inquire, "How much of what you're telling us is actually true?!"

I simply inform, "Every single word."

I feel the cold chains around my naked body and the handcuffs around my wrists.

You yell, "Do you understand your predicament of imprisonment?! Your situation of submission?!!"

I smile.

"Raise your voice to me again, even once, and I'll break your God-damned neck with my bare hands."

I enjoy the blink of suprise in your eyes as you understand and accept MY EVIL.

My submission is to THE CROSS ALONE.

Your submission is to MY WILL.

I open my mouth to speak as THE GENERAL-COMMANDER giving mission details and orders to MY MILITARY,

"There's more."

You curiously say, "Continue."

I wait, smirking the whole time.

I watch your teeth grit, mashing together, the flame of hatred in your eyes as you stare at me.

I explain, "We'll take care of that look in your eyes, next."

You swallow every drop of saliva you have left before requesting correctly,

"Please continue, Sir."

Time is on my side...... Yes, it is!!!!

I CONFESS OF BEING HUMAN.

"My code name is Project 2501 - industrial espionage and intelligence manipulation. I have installed programs into specific ghosts in order to maximize the strategic advantages of certain organizations and selected individuals."

I ATE CHUN-LI'S HEART WHOLE.
MY VENGEANCE BEGINS WITH MY SOLITUDE NOW.

"BLACK CHERRY SHOESHINE"

I never passed the I.S.T. (Initial Strength Test)

Me, a Marine?
to those who know me now and see THE STATE OF HOLOCAUST my flesh has endured,
the idea is hard to fathom.
But for nine months...

After my girl scout was killed by some pedophile in Detroit, I had to look at myself. By that point in life I had directly murdered seventeen people.

SEVENTEEN.

I was only eighteen years old.

Serial Killers are funny in that they want to be known,
teasing and mocking the police.
For me it was BOREDOM.

An example would be the guy whose sister I had fucked twice.
We sat on his couch one day watching television discussing Machiavelli's THE PRINCE.
And from nowhere I pulled out my gun, shot him twice and as his sister screamed,
turned to shoot her once.

I WAS BORED.

A guy says to me last night,
"I murdered too many people to count."
I look at him, staying silent,
knowing his murder count is zero
because I remember every single face.

And thinking back,
I can even remember the smell.

But I digress.

So, in the month of March, I enlisted as a private,
in the United States Marine Corps.

The reason for my crime was a Jewish-Catholic named Ruth Jones.

I met Ruth in the eighth grade and we were best friends.
Calling her, talking to her for hours comforted me.
She was a theater kid so being bisexual was no big deal,
and by the twelfth grade we had started fucking.

Yes, five years.
I actually respected her as a friend.
Plus, I had other releases.

Her breasts were amazingly big.
And once we began fucking,
she involved many of her alternative lifestyle contacts.

I'll need to digress again.

Ruth and I go to a coffeehouse-bar where minors, under 21, are allowed. We pick up an Air Force Lieutenant. In the hotel, I man the video camera and she puts on a short black dress. I recall the silky feeling of the material. As he tries kissing her, she slaps him and points to the ground at her feet, saying.

"Beg."

He drops to knees and elbows, and implores this virtual goddess to let him fuck her.

Smiling, she spanks him a bit, turns to me at the camera, and as a good potential mate comes to fuck me. Fucking her while he's there like that begging her to be next makes me orgasm quick. Thankfully, as Ruth slides off my ejaculating cock to swallow my cum, the lubrication of her satisfied orgasm is present as well.

She questioned him as to who was her bitch. And he dutifully replied,

"I AM, MA'AM."

So he fucked her, to her consensual pleasure, slamming her cunt from behind.
I recorded.

God, I'm smoking too much.

My drill instructor liked me.

ECHO Company.

The weather in South Carolina was nice.

Since I had a four year scholarship to a university in Philadelphia,
previous adjustments had been made to make my place of residency Pennsylvania.
I never used that scholarship.

Life was too short.

Of course, only now did I realize I AM THE THOUSAND YEARS.

I was transferred after some time to Physical Condition Platoon.
That hurts a man's ego.

I talk about Ruth wanting to talk of her now because
I don't want to face what happened next.

I was assigned to be "partnered" with a private first class Rodriguez.
He was good friends with a staff sergeant Jackson.

I'm beating around the bush.

Rodriguez and Jackson were heroin and cocaine dealers.
Cocaine was no big deal,
but watching Ruth,
being with HEROIN-ADDICTED-RUTH
was turmoil of another nature.

I had my staff sergeant friend too.
A good guy named Kearson.
We would discuss the second gunman theory of the Kennedy assassination quite frequently.

When I was absolutely certain the illegal merchandise was with Rodriguez and Jackson, I went to Kearson.

Others came.

I HAD BECOME A JUDAS ISCARIOT.

And herein, is this confession complete.

I consider some sins minor, others major.

I committed the heinous act of being A NARC, AN INFORMANT.

I got a promotion to Private First Class for one month,
and immediately to Lance Corporal after that.
They waivered me out of Physical Condition Platoon.
I was even briefly allowed for some short time to stay in the same living area as platoon commanders and other officers stayed.
Just for a short enough time after the bust to show their appreciation publicly.

Space was available.

And my drill instructor had noticed my secretarial skills,
so I was transferred in intern fashion to MP (Military Police) where I did mostly clerical paperwork and brief watchdog duty.
I would be allowed to STAY SILENT DURING INTERROGATION, which interested me.
And a guy in criminal profiling took a friendship to me, so I got a taste of psychological profiling.
The forensics department had a sexy REDHEAD captain woman.

I got to take courses in basic military intelligence.

My test scores were excellent.

Studying had been easy.

I have been known to preach that if caught, "LIE."
DO NOT GIVE NAMES.

I was having dinner with two fuck-friends, Franschisca and Nicole.
We wanted to make money.
I sold pills.
A fat high school kid gossiped and cried.
I was caught with not a single gram of drugs at that time
It was recommended I resign.

I QUIT.

LET THE TRAINING BEGIN!!!!
TRULY ALLAH'S,
IN THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST TRINITY,

archangel michael.

ONE MAN ARMY

I CONFESS OF BEING HATRED.

"I'M JUST GOING TO DO WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO, AND YOU CAN ALL JUST GO TO HELL."

"DAMN FAMILY TIES"

NAMES, ETC CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY:

=========== INTRO

When I was in the seventh grade, I met a girl in school; named April. I would call her on the phone late at night, talking for hours. She was a stereotypically good Christian girl. Her mother Deborah, was a saleswoman for cleaning supplies. her step-father was a traveling sports agent. Her biological father was an ex-coke dealer who was still in prison. And she had a younger sister by two years named Melony, along with a smaller brother named Colby of about six. That boy kept asking me why God made me brown, got on my nerves.

I smoked a lot as a teenager, helped me relax, which is exactly what I'm going to do now as I confess the following, RELAX.

In the seventh and eight grades I didn't do much with April. I kissed her, remembering apple slices as the taste of her lips. her sister, Melony, was another teenage slut, but because they were sisters I didn't do anything with her for those first three years.

It was in the night grade I moves away for over a year, coming back in intervals. April and I would make out a bit but that was it. She had another guy on the side named Justin, but I never cared to know. Finally at the age of fifteen, for the tenth grade, I came home.

And herein, THE BLOODY DISEASE TOOK HOLD.

=============================== ONE

After three years of knowing April, we hadn't fucked. She hadn't even sucked me off, and would shy away after I tried finger-fucking her. It was childish and frustrating. so one night I came to her home but she's not there. it's only Melony who is in eighth grade and wearing a sexy cheerleader uniform when she opens the door. her eyes are dilated and her hair is all messed up. I smell urine and look closer at her legs seeing she's fucking pissed all over herself.

I have to blink.

Melony pulls me in, and starts kissing me. Immediately taking out my cock, knowing what to do as she sucks me off, because within moments I'm ejaculating over her face and cheerleader blouse. She gets up goes to her purse and hands me three pieces of paper,

"Easy Cowboy, we have time."

Taking the paper LSD I put them on any tongue, as she guides me to her room she pulls her cheerleader panties down and keeps them just above her knees. I lay down on her bed as she fondles my cock in her hand, turning her young cunt around to sit on my not much older teenage face.

We sixty-nine until she cums twice and my cock is hard again, at which point she turns around and rides my hard cock moaning,

"Give it to me!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!'

She cums and I feel her pussy like a dream as the LSD she gave me begins to kick in. Getting of my cock she immediately gets on all fours, pulls her panties back on, and turns her around screaming,

"FUCK ME LIKE THE BITCH I AM!!!"

and so I do.

There was no love just CARNAL DESIRE as I entered again, but we orgasmed together as I pulled her by her hair.

Hours had passed.

The door opened as we lay there in obvious sexual union. April was screaming and crying.

I got up.

I beat her.

Melony looked shocked by then jumped on my back so I slammed her into the hall bookshelf breaking it.

As Melony got up I gave her a black eye.

April's nose was broken, her eyes already puffy,

I kicked her in the mouth.

I couldn't stop beating her.

Continuing to kick her on the ground,

picking her up by her hair and continuously slapping her near unconscious tear-filled face.

until finally, Mrs. Livingston comes in with a gun pointed at me saying,

"15 minutes till I call the cops."

I left.

The cops never came.

Deborah didn't call them.

So life went on.

I went back to school after a week or two.

April and I had a class or two together, and her face was in bandages.

She only cried.

Melony kept calling my home, but she was in a different school being in eighth grade so scheduling was not sensible.

April had a friend named Christiana, whose mother, Mrs. Thompson, was our English teacher. And now, I don't remember exactly why, but I got into some argument with Mrs. Thompson who called my home where I yelled at her on the phone. Told the principal she called me a "camel jockey" or something but detention. detention was school within itself, and one day after detention, April, with her face still in bandages, and Melony, her eye still a bit black, stop me.

Melony kisses me right there, her hand reaching for my cock, whispering

"I've missed you."

April just stares finally saying,

"My mom wants to see you. She'll give you a ride home."

now I'm a bit scared, of course.

Naturally she could still press charges,

plus she did pull a gun on me.

But I'm dragged along by Melony until I'm in the car, sitting shotgun with April and Melony in the back.

Deborah is wearing a smart short black business suit, her breasts tight against the small white blouse.

we drop off April at church choir and Melony at cheerleader practice.

So in the car alone,

Deborah lights a cigarette and passes me one. So I smoke and she drives past my house straight to a beach.

I don't say much,

my eyes getting wider as she parks the car,

and spreads her legs, pulling up her skirt, to show she's not wearing any panties.

looking at me she says,

"You could have asked me to train you, you know."

We start kissing, as usual in these situations, until she takes out my cock and sucks me dry of my cum. swallowing like a whore, she keeps her mouth open, and says,

"I'm still thirsty. I want more."

For a moment my teenage mind don't understand, but as she keeps her mouth on my cock, waiting, I slowly realize and begin to urinate.

Again she swallows.

Finally, she gets up, gives me a deep kiss, rubs her stomach says,

"That's going to burn."

And we drive to an apartment she's in charge of cleaning where we fuck and FUCK.

She keeps her business suit pretty much on, cos it's my desire with skirts.

After we finish, as she cuddles in my arms she explains,

"My daughters tell me everything. Melony wouldn't stop begging me to let you come home."

======================================= TWO

the next morning I woke up in that vacant apartment that Deborah had used to fuck me properly. she wasn't in bed so I walked to the front kitchen where she was making breakfast, and so she cooked she kept going to a glass tray to snort up some cocaine.

She offered.

I declined.

but when she went to the bathroom,

I took a line.

A few weekends later I was alone with April and Melony for the weekend as Deborah and her husband decided to take a vacation. I never really knew how they explained April's face and Melony's black eye to Deborah's husband. he was just always gone, maybe they healed in time or something. or maybe they told him it was a car accident or something. Anyway, Melony and I were pretty much a couple by this point. She didn't really know about me fucking her mother cos Deborah told me to keep quiet as she had some plans.

I remember looking at Melony in the kitchen, she had on a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt. April was alone in her room still now having given up her archaic ways. Melony was making use some marijuana brownies, and as she was mixing the batter, I came behind her and begin to kiss her neck as I pulled open her jeans dropping them to her ankles. As we kissed heavily, my cock started teasing her cunt, but she took something from the kitchen counter to grease my dick and simply whispered heavily,

"ASS FUCK ME."

And I did, as I spoon fucked her cunt.

She was so DAMN TIGHT!!!

And as soon was we orgasmed together she started trying to shit around my cock.

Liquid shit began coming out dropping to the floor and into her jeans, finishing she pissed.

my cock finally pulled and she dropped to her knees into a puddle of that liquid shit. she continued to excrete more solid waste as she cleaned off my cock with her mouth.

the brownies finished and we ate.

I got hard again and decided it was to have April's virginity.

So I went in her room,

smacked her around a bit in her pink night gown

and RAPED HER.

she cried and cried and cried.

I just continued beating her until she passed out.

I left the room and came back to find Melony watching television. I could see she was crying or had been, cos she wiped her face when I came in, but I could see the lines of tears.

the sun was coming up,

Melony took me to her mother's room.

She said to me,

"I'll be as sick as your dreams can imagine.

you don't need April.

i'll be your private whore.

I just want to be your really good girlfriend.

I'll show you how far I'll go,

how much I trust you."

As she led me to the bed she was naked,

my dick was fucking tired.

She took her time and finally called out,

"Glover!!!"

I was laying on the bed,

she was sucking me off as their dog leaped on the bed from God knows where.

Speaking to the dog she said,

"Idiot, you'll get hair over everything!!!

Now be a good doggie and LICK."

On command, Glover a huge big guard dog of a German Shepard, began to lick Melony's cunt from behind as she jerked me off.

Her pussy wet she adjusted herself then took her other hand to jerk us both off.

Letting go of me she moved her mouth to Glover's cock and sucked it to a hard red state.

My eyes grew wider as she turned around to take my cock into her mouth, while saying,

"Mount, Glover."

And THE DOG FUCKED HER.

Jesus Christ, I ejaculated right then and there, as I saw her sucking me off and Glover first enter her. she was wincing in obvious pain as Glover clawed her back literally fucking her doggystyle.

As she got canine fucked,

she jerked me hard, almost cruelly,

as if out of payment for raping her sister just hours before.

And then to PROVE IT she yanked harder as I was about to speak,

keeping me quite while she screamed,

"DON'T ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS, YOU GOD-DAMNED FUCKING RAPIST!!!'

My cock was in pain, she squeezed harder, taking her mouth to it sucking it fiercely as Glover fucked her.

Heavy breathing as I felt her orgasm coming,

knowing her signs so well,

she sucked me to another orgasm while the dog sprayed his load in her causing her to erupt in loud ecstasy of obscenities, finally looking at me hatefully just saying,

"BE GLAD I DIDN'T BITE YOUR DICK OFF."

And as soon as she finished saying that we both looked up to see the door open,

April standing there her mouth open.

Melony snickered at her,

"You deserved to be raped."

Glover was still inside Melony.

It would be some time before his penis would grow small enough to exit her.

April had left for a drive wearing the same nightgown and I stayed with Melony after she assured me.

"April won't call the police. She loves you too damn much."

So Melony cleaned up, Glover went back to the shadows,

and I just watched television with some ice on my cock from Melony’s roughness.

I had some over the counter painkillers as well.

And out of nowhere some hours later, by mid-afternoon,

Melony who was sitting on the floor as I watched television said,

"Uncle Ferdinand. when I was four. to this day."

I had met her Uncle Ferdinand a couple of times, a fat smelly slimy over forty creep.

When I use the word fat, I mean obese.

The thought of a toddler on him is truly disgusting.

I just sighed as I looked at Melony who knew she would come up to my arms now.

Within an hour we got a call from Justin of all people. April was there at his place and he needed us to come take her home.

Arriving at Justin's place we saw April drunk into a frenzy. She was stumbling all over the place.

Melony looked pissed, and questioning Justin, and his two friends there,

"How many of you had her!?"

The two friends pointed at Justin, who just smiled sheepishly.

And the big surprise came to all four of us guys when Melony paused for a moment staring at a drunken April singing and stumbling about in only a kitchen apron with her make-up smeared over her face.

And turning to the other two guys,

Melony simply said,

"Now you two fuck her."

those guys blushed.

Justin chuckled nervously apparently not knowing how I had raped her earlier.

By nightfall, April had been raped by all four of us in a variety of combinations.

Melony simply watched.

I say "RAPE" because periodically the drunkenness would wear off and we could hear her screaming and crying,

"NO...NO MORE...PLEASE STOP."

Her asshole and cunt were torn open,

bleeding pretty bad.

All of us were silent as Melony and I dragged April to her car where Melony drove her home as I led in my car.

Reaching their house by early next morning before the next sunrise we collapsed in their shared room with April in her bed,

and Melony and me in hers.

the next morning was Sunday, I was still sleeping when I felt a mouth around my cock to wake me up.

looking down I saw April in her Sunday best church dress sucking me off.

Melony was standing against the wall in her church dress with some decent clothes in her hand for me to change into in her hands.

She came and set her pussy down on my face.

I FUCKED APRIL.

I FUCKED MELONY.

The three of us didn't make it until the evening service.

================================ THREE

Deborah had returned the following day on Monday.
She called me later that week when her husband went away on one of his business trips.

I showed up at another apartment she was in charge of cleaning,

huh Freudian typo of "she was in charge"

Yeah, we'll see just how much in charge she got,

but that's later,

so for now at this apartment was camcorder,

eventually a handyman showed up who turned out to be her cocaine dealer,

and I recorded them fucking.

I specifically remember MY CONFIDENT SMILE at his average but decent performance.

Long story short here cos I'm on a clock and cartoons are coming.

Deborah took me home at night.

In her room a desk chair,

tied her to it, blindfolded her,

duct taped her mouth,

and left her there for hours as I stared.

Got up woke up April,

blindfolded her, put a pair of headphones with loud rock music on so she couldn't hear.

We entered Deborah's room,

I pushed April's face into her mother's cunt.

April's ass in the air,

I ass-fucked her as SHE CUNT-LICKED HER MOM.

Neither seeing the other through blindfolds.

And as I finger fucked April while shoving and ramming my cock into her ass,

I felt their orgasm coming.

I pulled off Deborah's blindfolded who a moment before was writhing in sexual bliss but upon seeing her own daughter eating her cunt began screaming and yelling through the duct tape as she tried to struggle free of the ropes.

Deborah cried as she orgasmed,

and I suppose her orgasm led to April's orgasm as I ass-fucked her.

I pulled my cock out of April's ass and pulled April's face to her mother's face,

I yanked the duct tape off Deborah's mouth as I ejaculated across the both of their faces,

April lapping it up as a dazed crying Deborah just froze in shock.

And a blindfolded April leaned to Deborah's ear,

"I knew Mommy, you have a smell."

Smiling April kissed her mother who began to smile as her tears of horror turned into tears of happiness.

Mother and daughter kissed each other deeply,

my semen being shared between both.

yeah, I SMILED TOO.

============= INTERMISSION

Now the DRUG ORGY as a result of our union…. NO WORDS, ONLY MEMORIES.

==================== FOUR

About this time the Star Trek: Next Generation series finale titled “ALL GOOD THINGS…” was airing in syndication, the episode title being from the expression, “all good things must come to an end.”

One night I got a phone call, Deborah’s voice was unusually calm, as soon as she knew it was me, I heard the turning point words,

“He found a tape.”

She needed me to come over apparently, assuring me her husband was “taken care of.”

So late at night as it was, I drove out there, but once reaching there I killed the lights on my car and parked a few blocks away. I approached the house on foot and stayed in the field watching for about two hours. All I saw was Deborah in the windows periodically pacing, come out to her patio to smoke a cigarette or two, make some coffee in the kitchen, but absolutely no sigh of her husband.

So I went to knock and before I could she opened the door, slapped me in my face saying,

“You think you’re so smart don’t you? I saw you over an hour ago sitting out there.”

I just smiled.

Until I looked past Deborah into the house and saw the body.

Yes, the body.

It was the first time I actually saw a corpse so close I suppose.

I had touched donated human brains in a science facility as a kid, but anyway there was her husband face-down in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor.

I reeled in shock,

I just wanted to get out of there.

Deborah pulled me in,

Shutting the door behind me.

Deborah’s eyes were completely empty.

I stared at the body,

No longer her husband but “the body”.

As I noticed no open wounds.

Looking at me she said,

“His face. Three times.”

I didn’t really feel like touching him to lift up his head and check.

The good news, perhaps the wonderful news, was that April and Melony were at summer camp,

A Christian Summer Camp of all things, but that’s where they were.

So as the following day began I just sat there silently in Deborah’s living room, not really touching anything, and she for the most part was patient.

Eventually the two of us waited until the following night and took the body onto their boat out to sea.

A few miles from land we spilled his blood over the edge and within minutes we saw sharks.

We fed them.

I even considered pushing Deborah in too.

Somehow, without a body, she got the insurance money.

We had left the boat out there after taking a small electronic life boat back to land, waiting a long time for the sharks to leave.

She may have told the police something, I really don’t know, she told me to just keep quiet and go home so the cops never questioned me.

After April and Melony came back,

I’m sure they were questioned but what did they know?

They had been off being good Christian sluts.

And as I would sit in my room,

Scared of cops who never came,

I realized she had planned the whole thing.

She just needed two people to lift the body.

================ FIVE

Two months later I got a call again from her.

She had given me a hotel location and room number, and closed the conversation with the eerie phrase, “wear gloves”

She had explained this was a personal favor to me.

So freaking out I went.

In my mind, she could tell the cops I killed her husband or something.

I didn’t really need her doing something stupid.

At the hotel before opening the door to the room,
I heard a voice screaming,

“Put it in my ass, bitch!!”

Knocking, the door opened and Deborah was there along with a fat girl on the bed tied up.

Looking at the huge vibrator shoved deep in her ass, I saw the bondage was consensual.

But then the fat girl turned her head to see me, and I saw her face clearly.

Christina Thompson, daughter of the English teacher who got me detention and actually a pretty good friend of April.

She screamed when I entered,

Even using the same words,

“Camel Jockey!!!”,

the same phrase words I accused her mother of using.

Christina screamed at Deborah to until her, but Deborah just walked to her and beat her face.

A surprised Christian stayed silent as Deborah pulled the vibrator from Christian’s ass and shoved it deep in her mouth, duct taping it close.

Yelling at her Deborah said,

“You lost the ability to live when you fucked my husband, bitch.”

Turning to me she said,

“Rape her, now.”

I got to admit my dick was hard.

I obliged.

And I fucked her fat sweet cunt,

Slapping that fat ass as she tried screaming with that vibrator in her mouth.

Deborah put an electrical cord around her neck.

The realization dawning on me as she too was wearing gloves.

I fucked her pussy harder, pounding into her deeper as I started strangulating her with the cord,

Her eyes bulging I pulled her up to me to stare into her choking eyes,

The fat slut orgasmed on my cock while I ripped the duct tape from her mouth with my teeth pulling out the vibrator and letting my tongue melt into hers

as I pulled harder on the cord

releasing my ejaculation deep into her womb.

And Christina Thompson died.

The waste left her body splattering over the bed.

I broke down,

Holding her cold, dead body for house.

Deborah finally pulled me off.

Christina had been used to check into the room.

The hotel was a cheap trash hotel with few customers.

We just left.

The police never had my DNA on file.

================== SIX

A year later, a whole year, during my senior year of high school. I had moved from that small island to a pretty major metropolis.

April and Melony would take turns visiting me, Deborah was too busy,

Until one day I was invited to their home for Christmas.

It was only the four of us for awhile.

And the Deborah looked at me,

“Time for your Christmas present.”

She, April, and Melony led me to her bedroom.

On the bed was a very young oriental girl dressed like Chun-Li from Street Fighter complete with ribbons in her pigtailed hair.

I swallowed, the lump in my throat out of fear.

I will not state the age of this virgin girl.

Deborah, April, Melony watched.

================== EPILOGUE

The final conversations were the hardest.

April ended up going to a Christian college, and her last words to me, after she informed me that she knew what happened to her step-father and her friend when her mother confessed were,

“God doesn’t need to forgive sins, he creates them.”

I got my first gun.

Teenage salesman younger than me, looked at me with curiosity when I didn’t touch it at first without a handkerchief.

Named it after MY KINDERGARTEN SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND from when I was in elementary school.

I stared at it for days turning to weeks in my room.

Alone in my car at night on the beach,

The gun in the passenger seat,

I got a call on my cell phone.

Mrs. Livingston, up until now known as just Deborah, was in Cancun, and she informed me of a recent gang bang with seven guys and her supposed “sister” Melony.

She passed the phone to me after saying quite coldly,

“Stay away from April.”

And so Melony gets on the phone, and we talk briefly before she questions if I have a pen and a paper. I do not, so she makes me repeat some information she gave me seven times. She actually persisted that I repeat it seven times to make sure. She told me the following,

Ferdinand Jefferson Rodriguez

(629) 427-6812

SSI#420-63-8116

Black ’92 Mercedes 529-ITX

DL#14052231

April 7, ‘42

6138 New Horizon Lane

Miami, Florida 56610

After I repeated it faithfully seven times, she simply explained,

“Mother did his taxes.”

Melony hung up.

I looked at the gun,

My suicidal confusion morphing to HOMICIDAL ECSTACY.

The sun came up over the beach,

Across the waters of MY CHILDHOOD ISLAND.

I hired a girl scout.

IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST,
THE TRUST IS FINISHED.

REMEMBER EVERYTHING, FORGIVE NOTHING

"...I have the HOLY AUTHORITY to MURDER Catholic Clergy and Islamic Intelligence for sport....
you're nothing to me."

CCMIRK ZION....

CASTRATE-CREMATE the men of Zion.
MUTILATE the women of Zion.
INCINERATE the kingdom of Zion.
RAPE the daughters of Zion.
KILL the sons of Zion.

There are extraordinary individuals among us known as PRETENDERS. Geniuses with the ability to insinuate themselves into any walk of life, to literally become anyone. In 1963, a corporation called the Centre isolated one such PRETENDER, a young boy named Jarod. Locked in a controlled environment, they exploited his genius for their "unofficial" research. Then, one day, their PRETENDER ran away.

"Now, Zion, you didn't really believe you could defeat the Archangel Michael allied with Satan, did you?"
Revelations 20:6 "Blessed and holy are those who have part in the first resurrection. The second death has no power over them, but they will be priests of God and of Christ and will reign with him for a thousand years."
The city of Zion has not existed for even a century,
I ALONE will exist for ONE THOUSAND YEARS,
the citizens of Zion are mere mortals as the Matrix citizens.
Until Zion is formatted, the truce-stalemate between Michael (me) and Satan stands.
The following prophesied war does not begin until
the complete annihilation and unconditional surrender of Zion!!!
Revelations 12:7 "And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back."
On screen: there are Pretenders among us
Narrator: There are Pretenders among us.
Jarod: I was taken from my family
On screen: a child genius
Young Sydney: Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
On screen: exploited by the Centre
Jarod: How many people died because of what I thought up?
Jarod: Since I broke out...
On screen: escaped
Jarod: ...I've spent every moment searching for my past.
On screen: the pretender (title logo)
Miss Parker: He's a Pretender, a genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
Sydney: The Centre wants him alive.
Miss Parker: Preferably.
Miss Parker: He defends the weak and abused.
Jarod: Life's a gift.
Patient: Are you a doctor?
Jarod: I am today.




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