ViolentAggressor

Female Dominant, 36, NoVA, Virginia

Female Submissive, 50, Virginia Beach, Virginia

Female Switch, 26, Out-there

IN MEMORANDUM This partial list (I lost count twenty years ago) is just to get under the skin of a few of my friends, LOL The memorable ones- Full hips, ample bosom, a very long curly dark brunette mane, white mini skirt, tight tank top, over the top "fuck me" stiletto strap heels, and a walk that made grown men melt. (Angelique) Bright blue eyes, naturally blonde hair cut short, Levi's cutoffs, a bikini top, a topless Jeep CJ-7, and a Miss Georgia runner up. (Karen) Long legged, straight dishwater blonde hair in a French braid, a crooked smile, grease smeared on her forehead, mechanics overalls, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and a half inch breaker bar in her right hand. (Dawn) Orphan Annie red locks, a tiny four foot ten inch tomboy, and a right uppercut that felt like a Mack truck hit you at sixty miles an hour. (Jenna) Five feet eleven inches of pure and unbridled energy wrapped in a gorgeous surfer girl shell covered in Body Glove. (Pam) A half Korean feral wolf of a woman, hair so black it looked blue, wild coal black eyes, wearing a formal red dress, and so very dangerous. (Kimberly) Timid, contrary, emerald green eyed, in a long skirt, Mr. Rodger's sweater, and her brown hair in an ever present school marm bun. (Gina) Auburn hair shoulder length naturally curly at the ends, mournful doe eyes, covered in expensive tattoos, leather bustier, worn out blue jeans, and a real pain kitty. (Nykki) Pure ivory white skinned, platinum blonde, hazel eyes, and a shoulder holstered 44 magnum under h, er immaculate business suit. (Melinda) 6' 1", brunette, green eyed, with a black leather outlaw biker vest, and the attitude to match. (Dianna) Crazy red hair, a police uniform, a killer body, and as insane as they come. (Constance) Very petite, innocent smile, charming demeanor, highly intelligent, librarian in the daytime, super freak at night. (June) A nearly thread bare pair of light green surgical scrubs, light brown hair, plump lips, and a beeper that never stopped going off. (Janelle) A pair of pink Luchese boots, embroidered Wranglers, one smart quarterhorse named Storm, destroyed Resistol straw hat, and when she rode my heart skipped a beat. (Jeannie Anne)

December 13th, was a cold assed night. I saunter into Cicero's, all fucking debonair. I see her without even looking. She was sitting in back. The bookworm dressed with textbooks. Her nose buried in a tome of considerable size. Being the man of the hour I pull the chair out from the other side of her table and proceed to sit down... She is startled to find me sitting across from her. Which is the exact time I was able to gaze into her doe eyes. Gorgeous wide eyes like a frightened animal ready to flee. Her bookish demeanor was quaint and charming. If not erotic in a schoolgirl fantasy way. Our banter was teenager, our presence sophomoric, and our communications mixed. We fumbled deftly across the table as we lobbed verbal hand grenades into each others respective camps. She was drinking French wine and was half through the first glass when I took charge. Quickly finishing her glass and ordering another with coffee for myself. The waitress brings me a cup of nasty crap that was instant and cold. I lace it with my carcinogen of choice and sip. She was challenging me at every turn. I denied her right of way each time. My defenses able to weather her mental storm. I started to redirect the conversation when the monstrosity appeared. The pizza she ordered was totally unpizza. Green pesto garlic goat vomit pizza. I looked at it spuriously. I regretted eating it. I chewed slowly and deliberately. I suffered through a piece and guzzled a cup of the pine tar in front of me. As the waitress wandered by she orders another glass of wine. Cicero's patrons were thinning out like a rats blood after a dose of D-Con. Soon enough it was her and I sitting in the back. We closed the place. I hadn't counted the glasses of wine she'd quaffed however it was more than cups of coffee I choked down. We walked to her car, got in, and I listened to her babble. "Well I wanna take you to my place. It a mess though. Ill have to clean it up a little bit..." and on and on. As she was trying to convince herself that she didn't want to do it. I suggested we stop by the store and pick up a nightcap. We went to a Schnuck's and perused the liquor aisle. She found a bottle of French wine and picked it up. I snatched up the ingredients to mix up some Mind Erasers. We ambled up the Dogtown street to the four flat of hers. Got inside and saw her den. The typical four flat, Spartan in style, filled with books, and a black and white feline with the moniker of "Socks". It wasn't really messy, just unkempt. I followed her around while she showed me things. After an hour of this we finally sat down with her wine and she suggested a video. If I knew at any time in the evening I was going to be subjected to a Liza Minelli movie I would have gnawed off limbs to escape. As she subjected me to a few scenes of Cabaret. I thought to myself, my total disinterest in this proves I am heterosexual, right? She sat closer to me on the futon in her living room. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her kiss seemed amateur. I kissed her again to see if I was mistaken. She was a virgin. Was...

I ducked under her wild telegraphed haymaker. I bobbed and weaved her infamous Louisville Slugger attack. I came in late again. Smelling of cheap perfume and wearing lipstick on my shirt. "Goddamn you, Spike, damn you to hell!!!", she screamed, swinging the baseball bat again. "I told you it was a bachelor party, didn't I?", my only retort. "You look like you fucked all the strippers in every God damned strip club in Centerville and smell of whore" "How could you smell that over yourself?", I asked merely to piss her off. "You motherfucker, you're a dead asshole if I get my hands on you!!!", she bellowed. She lunged trying to grab ahold of me. I stepped aside and watched her fall to the floor. Her impromptu landing caused the air to rush from her lungs in a "harrumph" sound. It looked as if she almost knocked herself unconscious. As she started to get up I started in on her. "Yeah, babygirl, on your knees in front of me. You know how I like it.", antagonising her relentlessly. "I will kill you!!!", again bellowing from the top of her lungs. I walked out the door to my faithful old truck. She burst out the front door with the Louisville Slugger. I turned to face the psychotic hose beast in the front yard. She was dressed in an old black dress shirt of mine and nothing else. "What do you plan to do with that bat in the front yard. Go back in the house.", I told her like she was a kid. "I want you. Motherfucker, you're mine!", the petite half Korean beast screamed while swinging the bat in my direction. The neighbor across the street looked out her front door and closed it quickly. A second later, I could hear the faint sound of police sirens over the drone of the steel mill. "You better drop that bat and get inside the police are coming. How's it gonna look when a treasury investigator has to flash her badge to get out of a domestic dispute?", I reminded her. Suddenly, she came to her senses and started for the front door. As she reached the threshold she turned and flung the bat at me like she was throwing an axe. The bat went wide and lodged itself in the front windshield of my poor truck. "Like that motherfucker?", she quipped as she closed the front door. In less than a minute two police cruisers rolled up. I was standing there staring at the bat half stuck in the center of my windshield. Kind of dumbfounded as the cop came up to me. I looked over and saw it was a friend from high school. A guy who wouldn't have passed physics without my help. "Hey, Eric, she violated my truck. All because I went to a bachelor party.", I told him. "You probably deserved it. Knowing you, after all.", he reminded me. "I suppose. I suppose. But my truck, man, that's just wrong.", I said in disgust.

"Spike, youre a no good lousy son of a bitch. Which is true because I know your mother." "C'mon babydoll you dont mean that. You love me baby. Im your big cuddlebug, remember?" "Dont try to make me change my mind. Were not a thing anymore." "Ok, I wont try to change your mind. However your wearing my boxer shorts." "I am not, they are mine. Youre trying to get me naked, again." "Would I do something like that?" "Yes, Spike, youre fucking notorious for that." Constance the crazy, Constance the comely, Constance the cop. Connie was five foot ten, firey red hair that shot out of her head in a blast of tight curls, and mismatched deep sea blue eyes. Dressed in a old raggedly black t-shirt with POLICE emblazened across the front, white cotton boxer shorts I had bought from a county jail commisary some year ago, and a pair of insanely glittery flip-flops. We were in her cop car when she tryed to break up with me for the fifteen gazillionth time this week. "Oh I am gonna drop you off at your house and thats it." "You are not, I never told you where I live." "I ran your ass through the computer." "Ok, this will be a blast, lets go to that empty field my drivers license says I live at." "Get your damn hand off of my neck." She shuddered as I trailed my fingers across the nape of her neck. I kept it up. I watched her demeanor change ten fold from slightly pissed off to slightly bothered. She pulled the car off the road unto the shoulder, took off her seatbelt, and turned to face me. "I cannot be with you but I cant live without you." "So what are you going to do about it?" In one fast movement she jumped across the seat and was pressed against me. I was pinned between the door of the crusier and her. It wasnt exactly my idea of comfortable however it was better than her trying to break up with me. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back. "Do ya think we should get this activity off of the street and out of your cop car?" She said nothing as she surruptiously and deftly slapped handcuffs on me. "Since I cant seem to get rid of you then I am going to keep you." "Like this?" "Until I can come up with something better, yes." "Dont you think that people might talk if they see you pushing some reluctant big ol guy like me around in handcuffs?" "No, handcuffs, police crusier, uniform. I think I have the bases covered" "Ill scream rape." "You scream rape and Ill beat you with my nightstick." "Promises, promises."

It isn't exactly paradise. I reckon that is pretty much every man's view. If perchance he might think that sometime in his life he's in paradise you be wise to step aside. His world is about to collapse. Curiously enough, I figured out my world was collapsing on a Saturday morning about six o' clock in early summer. Bang, Bang, Bang!!! The screen door after each bang of the Ratfuck village cops fist rattled the glass in the house. "Spike, open up!", the village of Ratfuck's ugliest acne scarred, bulbous nosed, and oldest cop yelled through the glass of the door. "Why? You got a warrant?", I yelled back at him. "Come outside.", His tone deep and commanding like they taught him in cop school. "No warrant, you ant coming in and I ant coming out.", His tone seemed to have little effect as I yell at him and shut the blinds on the door. By this time my girlfriend was startled awake (she is a heavy sleeper). "Spike, what's going on?", her voiced harried. "Nothing, babydoll, this cop wants to talk to me." In the background I can hear the cops radio blathering through the door. I focused in on it and heard the very same Jefferson street address that I happened to be in. Unfortunately I also clearly heard something to the effect of officer needs assistance. Want was even more unfortunate was Regina Mary Holystone, Ratfuck's very own 5th grade math and science teacher, also heard that cop's radio through the door. "You brought the police here? Oh my God, Oh my God...", The OMG went on until she was hyperventilating, "L-L-L-Let m-m-me out of h-h-here!", She blathered in stuttered breaths. "DON'T OPEN THAT MOTHERFUCKING DOOR!!! If you do they'll come in!!!", I bellowed deeply. She ran off to the bathroom and locked to door behind her. I could hear Ms. Holystone the most anally retentive person ever actually having a bowel movement. Regina shit when the cops came to the house, literally. Of course all the while on the toilet I could also hear the OMG's non stop. I thought to myself this bitch is gonna make things impossible. Her attitude sucks and she needs to relax. I happened to have the perfect solution to my dilemma, injectable Valium. As she opened the bathroom door I pulled her into my arms hugged her and popped her with a fuck load of Valium in her butt. Almost immediately her demeanor changed as I led her down to the basement and sat her down on the couch. I ambled back up the stairs to hear a familiar voice, Regina's father, at the backdoor. "Spike, let my daughter come outside." "She's asleep and doesn't really care to be bothered. You'll have to come back later.", I answered adding, "Get the fuck off the property! That goes for you too cop!" Both her father and the cop went down the stairs off the deck and back around to the front sidewalk. I watched as I lit a joint and ate a ounce of chronic for breakfast. I saw a sheriff's cruiser and a state troopers car pull up behind the village cop. More fucking cops, this is just what I needed before my first cup of coffee. I couldn't tell you the time it happened exactly. Never mind by now I am as stoned as girlfriend. However when I heard over my scanner that there were media trucks on their way from the city I made a decision to talk to the police. So I picked up my cellfone and called them. "I'll come out if you get me breakfast at Mickey D's, a pack of regular Maverick cigarettes, and I get to smoke the whole pack before you take me to jail.", I knew whatever I had done to warrant the police being there was something that I wasn't likely to get out anytime real soon. So why not ask for a last meal and a cigarette? Sitting on the deck, handcuffed to the rail, I sat on the bench seat eating my Big Mac (they stopped serving breakfast) and smoking a whole pack of Maverick cigarettes I suddenly think to myself I should of asked for a hooker too. I let out a guffaw at that thought and saw the shocked expression on Ratfuck cops face. "What are you laughing about?", He asked confused. "I should of asked for a hooker too. Is your wife still turning tricks?", I replied.

Spike wandered the back desert BLM roads into and from nowhere. White Sands via Ajo, Hwy 60 through New Mexico, Capitan Gap, and a little outta the way diner in some place where they're aint no more food or people for the next hundred miles or so. He sat down in at the diner, as the local peace officer was leaving. Spike wondered if he was the cat on the CB who told him which way to turn past the big rock. Nevertheless Spike was thrilled to be in some form of civilization again. He sat down looked at the menu and had a country fried steak, not that he enjoyed it so much, it was the special. The waitress was a big ol farm girl, she happened to be the owner of this fine establishment too, her name was Missy. She stood about 6' 2" with long curly blonde hair and these dazzling blue green eyes wearin a pair of Wrangler cutoffs a little too short. (But Spike's might have been shorter) At first he was too tired from a bad night of sleepin in April's bed. Then he saw the usual, the hair flip and the smile. Well now Spike thought to himself, this is the type of girl thatd put a hurtin on me quick like. But what he really wanted was a shower and a bed however Missy looked like the closest thing to a motel and since she was smilin at him already, what the hell, Missy or another hundred of hard road? He followed her in April to her cabin, it was a pretty nice place. Somehow Spike couldnt get over the feelin that shed built the cabin herself and it was extremely impressive. She showed him around, took him out back and shown him her rather interesting collection of various potent strains of Cannibis Sativa. They went up to the porch and sat down on some handmade rocking chairs. Missy looked over at him with a corncob bowl packed of her finest herbage, Spike accepted silently with a lighter held up in his other hand. The smoke filled the high desert air as they watched a maginifcent sunset over a red, purple, and orange painted screen, that filled with the infinite points of energy with a tiny band of dust that shone so brightly as it shown our sun the respect by always facing its majestic way. "Spike why did you come here?" She asked rather directly. "I came here to be with you, why babydoll? Do you feel theres something else?" He responded. "Ive never ever met anybody like you, and I wanna know who you are." She said. "I am Trouble, plain and simple, I dont follow the rules, and im not much for taking orders.", Spike replied. "Yeah, yeah I get that idea already cowboy, I wanna know what makes you tick." She pryed. Spike spoke about the times of his life, his training and subsquent disappearance into the ghetto projects. She listenened so intently he could feel her inside of his mind, he felt at ease and relaxed. Like some other being was listening and it wasnt quite all human. "Spike you are a trip, and you havent even left the country yet" She kidded with him. "Youre pretty damn sexy for an alien." Spike shot back. She was stunned, like a million years of technology had failed utterly and totally laid in ruins. "My youre a bright one arent you!!! How did you know? I have to know." She pleaded. "I have been with human women for my entire life and your not exactly like em, you understand this right? Oh youve programmed yourself with entirely human feminine traits my dear. But you "feel" different to me." Spike answered. "Oh youre one of the humans with your brains wired more like us, unlucky you.", smirking while she continued, "I should have known the minute I laid eyes on you, Trouble". Spike leaned over the chair to test something... he reached out and gently swept the long curly blonde hair from the nape of her neck. He felt the usual response, hmm interesting he thought to himself, and he moved a little closer and kissed her. She kissed back with the force of a very turned on woman. Spike was pushed back into his chair as she climbed on top of him, "Spike this chair is uncomfortable, and since you know my little secret... I wanna take you inside and show you something from where I come from", she whispered in his ear. Spike had a feeling that was out of this world, literally and figuratively.

After she left me for sleeping with her slut of a mom. I felt relieved like I had taken a huge psychic dump on the cosmos. Lori wasn't exactly my type. Lori wasn't anyone's type as far as I could imagine. Well short of some guy in a correctional facility on a meth charge. Then again a tweeker may have some respect for hisself. God knows Lori didn't. I met her late (or is that early) at night. She was working behind the thick yellowed Plexiglas in a ran down Amoco station. Not entirely pretty yet not entirely fugly. She batted her most attractive feature at me, a set of piercing violet eyes. At first the idea of a this roadwhore of a woman sharing a bed with me would have caused a violent projectile vomiting to commence. The line of once broken and never properly set nose gave her face a character. The stringy looking and thinned black hair of hers hung around her head like a grungy mop. How she managed to move into my place is still a mystery to me. I can still see the roofers hatchet hole next to the back door from the night she got drunk and threw it at me as I came home from work. We stayed together for 3 months. The sex was mediocre, the relationship strained, and the whole scene of her fucked up cadre of loser meth head roadwhore friends made life with her a constant hell. On more than one occasion I had came home to find her with the aforementioned cadre in the middle of a "cook". The house smelling of ether, ammonia, and lye. I turned around and went to a motel. I wonder why I didn't clean house right then and there. My solace turned out to me her mom, Beth, a real estate agent. Beth had written Lori off years ago. We had met over a fourth of July party at Lori's uncles house. Beth was dressed in a pair of cutoff Levi's and a white tank top that shown that she worked out regularly. Her brown hair shoulder length in a loose spiral curl. I discovered later she would sleep with just about anybody. Which would make her just like her daughter and vise versa.

He smiled as he walked in the small town gas station, the counter girl knew him well. He could see the desire in her eyes. He could feel the sexual tension with every word they spoke. She was a short brunette with a set of coal black eyes and a friendly smile. This went on for years, everyday in and out buying a pack of Maverick cigarettes. She knew he had a girlfriend, she would make sure to make some kind of reference of him to her whenever his girlfriend would happen to be in the store when she worked. He knew this was Trouble, she reeked of it. Not that he minded, after all Trouble is his life. He was well known by the ladies of this small town, due to his vast endurance as his daily exersise regimen was one of unusual ability. Women of all ages, races, and economic levels lusted for him. He knew this, as women were almost instinctual to him. He could pick and choose his mates with ease. Not that he did, he was faithful to his beloved unto blindness. Funny he thought to himself how futile even church was when he could feel women looking with there burning desires from a church pew. Amen. Gaining a grasp of the femme psyche is one of pure and intense observation, coupled with a emotional passion, surrounded by a shroud of intuition, and in general just a damned hit or miss effort. He well knew he had no ability to satisfy all the women that desired him. So he decided to make a contest of it... but one that would only drive the women mad with the thing that fills them, curiousity. A dangerous game he knew was afoot. He wandered into the bar the counter girl and her friends were known to frequent, sat himself down with his back to the wall facing the door and ordered a vodka and tonic with lemon. He waited what must have been, a good three full seconds before a another of the small town girls wandered up to him. He didnt know her but she would do for conversation until the "right" woman appeared. She talked about her kids and this and that... as he slowly and undetected to the woman, killed the conversation. Time to get busy, he thought to himself. She walked in the bar with a few friends and her sister, he thought after the counter girl, then her sister. He was recognized, in a flash of a second. She came up to him and said, "I never thought Id see you in this place, dont you have a girlfriend?". "Who me? Yeah ive got a girlfriend, but were not talking right now, and I dont wanna get into it. What I wanna do is have some fun... how bout you? Wanna have some fun too?", he said with a definitly evil grin on his face. He went over to the girls table as his charming self and proceded to have all of the ladies at the table buy him a drink, although he didnt ask them to. They kept feeding him drinks, he was loaded, they were loaded. Her friend, the only sober one, asked if wed like to go to another place where we all could let our hair down and relax. They all agreed and loaded into a little Saturn type car, and after we smoked more than a coupla gangsta rappers could of in the span of a hour. We all unloaded at a private club. It was a run down looking warehouse close the riverfront, he didnt think much of it. What could it be a rave or something? He thought to himself. As they walked up to the enterance gate he saw a tall big ol farm girl that was damn near as big as him. She asked one of the girls a question and she escorted them inside. When we got in he knew something wasnt right. Theyre wasnt a guy in sight. He had walked into a private party of women. He thought well either im the main course or im desert. I kinda hope id be breakfast in bed. He was pushed into another group of women, they had put him in handcuffs and shackles, then placed a hood over his head. As you could well imagine he was a little shocked to begin with but he grew accustomed to the ass grabbing and pinching. The fondling was kept brief, as they sat him down in a chair from what he could guess and picked him up and carried him until they reached the stage where they had taken the hood off. A well dressed lady of some taste walk unto the stage and announced, "One of our sisters has brought us a present, lets all be sure to thank her, this one looks promising." His head rang from the monitors loudness. She continued, "I know all of you have been waiting to try our new present out, but first the rules. Hold on, go get him ready." They led him off the stage and down into a basement he could only hear the wild laughter and cat calls of the ladies. He asked the girl who led him off, whats gonna happen? She replied that her Sisters were going to see if I could satisify all the women of the sisterhood in the space of a month and of which that month was only to be spent within the confines of the Temple. He thought to himself, Trouble you done met youre match aint ya?

The ghost of Jenna wandered the roads with me this evening. Strangely enough for a spirit she still keeps pretty good company. She reminded me that I am not getting any younger. In the span of a second; time slowed into molasses. Spike moved slowly across the strip club floor. Never for a second taking his eyes off the girl on stage. The girls eyes locked on the good looking trenchcoat clad man coming towards her. It had been five years and a couple of thousand miles since he'd seen her last. It was fucked up back then. Everyone then was into the dope scene. Sole exception it seemed was Spike. The fights, money, sex, and mayhem swirled back through his conscious when he saw her on stage. Her eyes shone ever so bright when she recognized Spike. He had taken a seat off the stage and chucked a twenty folded into an orgami swan at her. The look in her eyes told him to stay the fuck there. She came from backstage dressed in a micro mini dress, black, with insanely tall high heels. She ran her long red fingernails across Spike's back as she passed him. Spike got up and followed her to the bar. "Listen, Mustang, you owe me big. I've come to collect." "Spike, Its been so long since weve seen each other lets go have a drink." He knew instinctively that she was going to try an worm her way out of what she owed him. "Yeah whatever, babycakes, lets go get you liquored up." They when out to his truck in the parking lot, got in, and stared at each other for a moment. They both let out a laugh. "Youre still driving this piece?", Mustang said incrediously. "Your footprint is still on the headliner and your earrings are still in the glove box" "Spike there aint nothing ever new with you is there?" "I could say the same about you, couldnt I?" Spike and Mustang, drove down the road to a shithole that was open till 6 in the morning. "There is only one reason why we are at this place, Carly." She said nothing as she walked away from Spike's comment and into the ladies room. Spike ordered a beer for Mustang. When she came back she was grinning from ear to ear. "You got want you wanted, dopehead, now am I gonna get what the fuck I want?", Spike growled. "Spike, baby, you know I love you, right?" "Listen Carly, I may be your old pimp, but things aint like that anymore. Some things do change about me." "C'mon daddy, take me home." They went back to the truck and drove off. The rain slathered the pavement like a Crisco paint job. Spike's windshield wipers fought the torrent. Mustang scooted closer towards Spike across the seat. "Spike daddy, I wanna do it now." Carly moaned into Spike's ear. "Listen bitch dont make me get mean with you. Where is the fucking money?" Spike shot off. "But daddy, I dunno where its at." She purred at him stroking his legs. Spike pulled off the road into an abandoned driveway. Took off his seatbelt and faced Mustang. He looked like he wanted blood. Mustang felt his anger rise. "Alright honeybunny listen up you know where that fucking money is at because they cut off two of you fucking toes when you spent some of it, didnt they?", Spike exploded. "B-b-b-u-u-t I-I-I d-d-didnt spend any I swear.", She cowered "OK, now where in the holy living fucksakes did you bury it at?" "When I was living with my ex husband on base I buried it in the empty field on the east side of the golf course but...", She suprized the hell out of Spike when she told him. "But what? Fucking great, an air force base, three hundred thousand in cash buried in the golf course. You better not have fucked with the hard drive. Tell me THAT mother fucker is buried with the cash too." "It is I swear, daddy."

The rusty old flat black primered Toyota four by four drove down a lost two track in the red clay soil of rural Oklahoma. Mustang laid across the bucket seats with one of her legs behind Spike's driver seat and one splayed upon the dashboard above the steering wheel. Her mini-skirt rode up to her hips and displayed a worn out and ugly pussy that peeked around a loose g-string. Spike nose scrunched up while thinking either her pussy needed a douche or her feet smelled bad or maybe it was a good dose of both. Mustang was drifting in and out of consciousness due to an almost overdose of Ketamine and Klonopin. He knew that was better than dealing with a tweeked out Mustang. Spike hadn't slept in two days trying to put as much distance between the meth king of southern Illinois and himself. Not that he was thrilled with either Mustang or the fact that there was about 30 pounds of the most potent methamphetamines produced since Hitler created this shit welded securely into the roll bar that graced the back of his trusty and rusty Toyota. ----------------------- "Get the fuck up, bitch!", Spike screamed at the near unconscious Mustang who stirred slightly, then moaned, and fell back asleep. Spike lighted a cigarette with a disposable lighter, held the flame for a moment and then placed the hot metal part of the lighter against the outer part of her exposed pussy. "Owwwwhhh!!! Goddammit, Spike, you motherfucker!!!", Mustang screamed now fully and completely awake. She swung her her leg from behind Spike and pumped it in a telegraphed kick Spike blocked with his free hand. "Listen up you dirty cunt! I've been driving this fucking kidney-buster of a truck for two fucking miserable days, bitch. You either get inside of that fucking gas station bathroom and wash your nasty ass. I am fucking tired of smelling your nasty pussy and stinky feet.", Spike told Mustang while reaching over her and pushing the passenger side door open, "and bring me back a cold diet Mountain Dew!" he added while forcibly shoving her from the seat unto the asphalt of the gas stations parking lot. ------------------------ Mustang knew better than to fuck with Spike when he was really pissed after all it was her that got Spike into all that trouble with that meth dealer and she couldn't deny it. Mustang wondered to herself how long he would keep saving her from herself. If it wasn't for that mean bastard she'd be dead ten times over by now. ------------------------- "For flying fuck sakes, Carly, I said diet didn't I?", Spike tore into her when she got back in the truck. "I'm sorry, daddy, you want me to go back in?", Mustang said sweetly batting her freshly made up eyes at him. "No, we need to keep moving were almost to New Mexico and to the drop for this load of crap." "Do you think you can let me have a little taste of that stuff back there, daddy?" "Only if you promise to never ever make me smell your pussy for two days straight. My God, Carly, that was all kinds of wrong. I almost left your ass on a picnic table at the last Missouri rest area." "You don't exactly smell like a dozen roses yourself, asshole.", Mustang shot back in disgust while crossing her arms and legs. ----------------------- "You're totally fucking lost aren't you, Spike?", Mustang said. "Not totally, bitch, I know I am in New Mexico and I know in about two seconds from stopping and strangling you to death with your dirty g-string. So I know at least two fucking things which is two more than you than you'll ever know.", Spike growled back at her. "Where the fuck are we going anyways?" "Well, genius, if you must know we have to go to the ranch and get the fucking go-fast outta the motherfucking roll bar which is not going to get out of there without some serious fucking tools. Then we gotta leave it and get the fuck outta this forsaken state." "I need a buzz, Spike." "Fucking-A, you re pushing me. I don't give a shit if you dry out up here in these hills. There's probably some codeine in the glove box." Mustang rummaged around in the glove box and pulled out a prescription bottle full of pain pills. She started to open it when Spike grabbed it from her. "No fucking way are you taking all this you can have six fucking pills and that's it. You better make it last.", Spike said coldly. He shook six pills unto Mustang's outstretched hand. She greedily counted three and flung them down her throat. ------------------------- Spike and Mustang struggled to get the now thirty pound heavier roll bar from the back of his truck unto the ground. Mustang went inside the barn which was really in the middle of nowhere. Found a dirty torn out rear seat from some old car that someone turned into a couch and fell asleep upon it. Spike wasn't exactly happy that there wasn't any power tools. Only a hacksaw frame and a few semi worn out blades hanging from a nail over a disused workbench. Just fucking lovely he thought to himself while mumbling about how long it was going to take him to cut through this roll bar with a fucking hacksaw. After working up a tremendous sweat and breaking all but the last of the blades three hours later he sawed the roll bar in half. As if the peculiar odor of meth was the bell of Pavlov's dog awoke from her opiate slumber and asked. "Can I have a bump, daddy?" ---------------------------

Innocent by design- It didnt take long to fashion the plan. Gather the materials and do reconnaissance on the area. Soon I was out actively seeking a victim. Out and about walking the hunting grounds I spot my first victim. She wasn't much to look at. Average height, super skinny, and seriously frail looking from what appeared to be years of methampethamine use. Perfect I thought to myself she'll suffer even more from withdrawls while I torture her. It was easier getting her into the room of violation. I just dangled the promise of a quick twenty dollars in front of her. She just followed me like a child as I led her into my hell. As soon as the door was locked she sat down. She didn't know what hit her as I started beating her. She didnt have time to scream before I had knocked her unconscious. While she laid on the floor, bleeding and dazed, I snapped a picture of her. Soon she was bound elbow to elbow and wrist to wrist. She was gagged and put into a hood. Her legs attatched to a spreader bar fashioned from a two by four. I waited for her to start squirming before I started again. I grabbed a thick leather belt and thrashed it across her now naked flesh. She yelped from behind her gag. I pulled the hood off and reveled in her muffled shrieks while I thrashed her viciously. Her front side from shoulders to ankle were covered in welts. I kicked her in the stomach then grabbed her by her hair flipped her to her stomach. I put my foot on her neck as I gave her backside a beating twice as vicious as I beat her front. Some of the welts on her back were so inflamed they began to weep. I left her like that and just watched her. I leaned over and growled to her. "This is just the beginning, whore, your old life is over. Your new life of being my slave has begun. This pain is to break you. If you live through it." I put the hood back over head. Then placed a set of headphones over her ears and played a recording of my voice telling her what a waste of oxygen she is, that she is stupid, worthless, ugly, and going to die is she fails to comply. It was the same endless berating, humilating, and degrading on an ten minute recording. At the end was a series of high pitched screeches thats would prevent her from sleeping. I left her like that for three hours. While I prepared her next set of tortures. I drug her into the bathroom and threw her roughly into the tub face down. I shoved a hose into her ass forcefully and began to give her an enema. I used way too much water as it started leaking out of her ass. I pulled the hose out and told her to shit. She was reluctant so I punched her in the back of her head. She let loose a geyser of shit. Most all of it pooling near her head at drain. This went on for hours till she struggled to keep her face out of three inches of shit-water. I would push her face into the water while stomping on her lower back. I flipped her back over and pissed in her face. I let her bathe in her shit and my piss for an hour. While I took pictures of her. I cleaned her up and drug her to the room. I went apeshit on her for ten minutes. Kicking and punching her. I then grabbed her little finger and broke it. She rolled from side to side in pain as I would try and tear off her nipples with my fingers. I attatched the bare stripped wire from an extension cord to her big toe. I spent six hours giving her minor electrical burns. I would touch the wire to her nipples, her ears, and her clit. I ended up duct taping the breaker switch open from tripping one too many times. Little electrical burns all over her body. I held the bare wire above her face and told her to roll unto her side and if she moved an inch while I fucked her ass I would shove the wire into her ass. I spit on my cock and aimed it at her swollen pink asshole. She had an unwilling ass. I didn't care. My cock as round as a toilet paper tube made her scream from behind her gag. The dry ass-fucking she was getting tore her delicate rectal tissue. Soon her blood was the lubricant for my thick cock sawing into her asshole. I would punch and slap her for emphasis with deep punishing thrusts of my cock. I also grabbed her broken finger and would twist it. She fell unconscious from the assault. I left her on the floor, while a trickle of bloody cum dribbled from her asshole. I put the headphones back on her and cleaned myself up. - day two - She awoke after being tied spread to a futon frame. She was already covered in welts, burns, and bruises. I took her extension cord and whipped her with it I hit her everywhere. Along with taking a cigarette lighter, heating it up, and touching her pussy lips with it. I then took diaper pins and shoved them through her nipples. Then I squeezed her clit and shoved a pin through it. She did not remain conscious through the pain. I woke her with the cap from a bottle of ammonia under her nose. She shook her head from side to side. I began to thrash her again with the cord. Her body convulsed with pain as the cord struck one of her new piercings. She fell unconscious a few more times to be woken up to ammonia. I would viciously torture her till she passed out for the next three days. - day five - She was in full withdrawls by now. Her body was black and blue from head to toe. I didnt need to restrain her after I pulled her toenails off. She couldnt move. I would make her present herself to me and would punch her in the face. Her eyes blackened, blood dried from her nose and lips, she stared into space while I would twist and tug on her piercings. Her asshole stopped bleeding from her many times daily raw ass fucking. She had been broken. This was only the beginning...

Rape Slut- She looked cute in her workout outfit. The tight high cut shorts just barely covered her toned tight butt. Her hair was tied back with a head band and her tank top looked almost too small. She got out of her car and walked to the front door of her place. She had no idea that a large man was waiting in the dark in her house. She opened the door and slipped her shoes off at the door. She walked to the washing machine and stripped off her sweaty workout clothes. The hidden man watched her naked body and rushed out of his hiding place. She didn't have a chance as he slammed her into and bent her over the washing machine. He freed his raging cock from his pants, spit on his hand wiping on the tip of his cock, and with one deft motion wedged it between asscheeks. Stunned and unable to move she felt the tip of his large cock pushing against her asshole. He kept pushing until his cock sunk into her unwilling asshole. She thrashed wildly while he savagely fucked her ass. The screams of her vicious ass fucking filed the air.

Rape Slut- She looked cute in her workout outfit. The tight high cut shorts just barely covered her toned tight butt. Her hair was tied back with a head band and her tank top looked almost too small. She got out of her car and walked to the front door of her place. She had no idea that a large man was waiting in the dark in her house. She opened the door and slipped her shoes off at the door. She walked to the washing machine and stripped off her sweaty workout clothes. The hidden man watched her naked body and rushed out of his hiding place. She didn't have a chance as he slammed her into and bent her over the washing machine. He freed his raging cock from his pants, spit on his hand wiping on the tip of his cock, and with one deft motion wedged it between asscheeks. Stunned and unable to move she felt the tip of his large cock pushing against her asshole. He kept pushing until his cock sunk into her unwilling asshole. She thrashed wildly while he savagely fucked her ass. The screams of her vicious ass fucking filed the air.

Personal Assistant- She answered the help wanted ad for personal assistant. Dressed nicely in a black woman's business suit with high heeled shoes. Her hair was pulled back and her makeup was perfect. I told her to meet me in a hotel room in our emails. She showed up at the appointed time and I let her in. I let her think really think there was a job up until the time she got into the room. Stupid bitch hadn't a clue she was really just going to get fucked in all her holes that day... She tried to fight me off. But her little body just didn't have the strength against my large man's body. On the floor on her stomach. Her arms were quickly tied behind her back at the elbow and a ring gag forced into her mouth. She fought at the ring gag but with the threat of breaking her front teeth out she soon gave way. My rape holes lying face down squirming uncomfortably on the floor still dressed in her nice business suit made my cock twitch in my pants. I tied her at the ankles because she tried to start kicking. I told her that she wasnt going to like what came next. I taunted her as I pulled her skirt up around her hips. She had on a lacey pair of panties that ran up her ass crack in a v-shape. I hooked them around my fingers and yanked them down to her tied ankles. I grabbed a bottle of astroglide and squirted a stream of the clear slick liquid down her butt crack. I told her that was the nicest thing I would ever do for her.

The Hotel Room- She received a unmarked hotel key along with a room number and a time and date. The instructions were precise and exact. She had to bathe, dress, and put on makeup. Her fingers and toes were to be painted. +++++++++++++++++++++++ The Hotel Room She entered the room being a few minutes late. He sat in an chair across from the door. He told her to strip naked and get on her hands and knees in front of him. "you were late, slut, look at me when I'm talking to you." I reached over and smacked her ass hard. Then bound her for punishment. She was doubled over the back of chair and tied ankle and wrist to the legs of the chair. Her ass held high in the air I whipped her lightly with a soft length of rope. While pinching and twisting with my other hand. She protested a little and squirmed until I clipped her clit and nipples. That really seemed to get her going. I spread her fuck holes wider as I lubed up her ass and sunk a plug into her ass. I inflated it slightly as I watched her response. She was slightly uncomfortable... Perfect, I began to apply light shocks to her skin. No more than a strong static shock. Down the backs of her legs I shocked never letting her know when the next shock would come. I took a strong small vibrator and held it on her clit. Bringing her to the brink and never letting her cum. This went on for quite some time until I untied her and threw her body on the bed. She lied there legs held wide open and the plug vibrating in her ass. I started to finger her using as many fingers as she could take. My middle finger bottoming out in her pussy. I squeezed the bulb and stretched her ass. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This was only the beginning...

Starbucks... An abduction story She met him at a starbucks for a cup of coffee. They sat outside it was a quiet sunday morning. They were the only ones there. They talked quietly and shared some laughs. He suggested they go for a short walk They got up and walked down the street. She felt something in her back. He growled at her- this is were you become my fuck toy. He led her into an alleyway...He forced her to give him her car keys He told her were going for a ride... He made her sit in passengers seat after he bound her hands behind her back. Then buckled her seatbelt. After they started driving he backhanded her cheek and started to her back. Then buckled her seatbelt. After they started driving he backhanded her cheek and started to tell her what she was going to do. He reached over and under her blouse grabbed her breast roughly. she whimpered and started to cry a little. He backhanded her again and told her to shut the fuck up. she whimpered and started to cry a little. He backhanded her again and told her to shut the fuck up. He pulled over in an alleyway of an industrial park. Undid his seatbelt and faced her. He then pulled the bra down away from her large breasts. He looked at her tits for a moment then started to smack them visciously. Tweaking her nipples, twisting, and biting them tears started to stream as she begged him to stop. He smacked her face again and put a hand around her throat. Listen my little fuckhole, he said in an evil voice, you can cooperate or you can fight. Either way I dont fucking care. You will do what I want way I dont fucking care. You will do what I want. He squeezed her neck until she gasped. She could tell that he was serious. He pulled out his cock and grabbed the back of her head pushing her mouth towards his cock. You will suck me hard, slut, if I fee teeth you feel a lot of pain. If it comes out of your mouth you will feel pain. Do you understand? She whimped yes yes and put her mouth unto his cock. His cock grew large in her mouth. She accidentally brushed it with her teeth. He reached under her and twisted het nipple so hard she screamed and his cock fell out of her mouth. He pulled her up by her hair and threw her back against the door. You dumb slut! He yelled at her. Then beat her tits until they were brightly red and bruised You better fucking suck it right, slut. He told her as he forced her back down on his cock... He used her hair as a handhold while he rammed her head unto his cock. She gagged for air while he throat fucked her. He grew tired of her mouth and threw her back against the door again. Her breasts were crimson from the fresh bruises. were crimson from the fresh bruises. he reached behind her and untied her wrists. Then he told her to get naked. She pulled her shorts and panties off and undid her bra. Put your feet on the dash, lean the seat back, and spread your legs apart he ordered her. She complied quickly. Take your right hand and spread your pussy open. She showed him her pink fuckhole. He reached over and stuck a finger into her mouth. Wet my finger, slut. He dove his finger into her. Her pussy was dripping wet from his domination of her. He slid it in and out curling it up pressing it against her gspot. While he use his thumb against her swollen clit. She moaned. Thats a good slut. He slapped her face again. Then brought her to an orgasm. He told her to put her flip flops on and get out of the car. She resisted begging him not to make her do that. He got out opened her door and drug her behind a dumpster. She trembled as her ordered her to turn around. He told her to put her hands on the wall. She did and he began to whip her backside From her shoulders to her ankles he left half inch wide red raised welts quickly.

Kimmy cumslut- She whimpered as I slapped her cheek. The fight had been beat out of this slave. I gave her some hand signals and she assumed the proper position for her punishment. It was for defiance, a grievous offense. I goaded her while I bound her with her ass high in the air elbow to knees. The leash and hackmore collar pulling her head back to watch as I set up the video camera. "You're in for it this fucking time, whore. That ass will be bleeding when I'm done with you." "I'll be a good girl. I promise." Her eyes widened in fear as she saw me come into her field of vision. The camera lights glaring in her wide eyes. "Please, daddy, I swear i'll be a good girl." The crack of the leash across her bare ass raised a welt. "aaagh, oww, daddy, please daddy." "Stop fucking lying to me, bitch, I heard that a million times.", as I squirted gel lube down her exposed ass crack. Then cracking the leash across the back of her thighs. I decided that this slut wasn't feeling it. I took clothespins and clipped them to her pussy lips. Then taped them open. I proceeded to whipping her wildly with the leash until her ass was as red as her leaking pussy. I ran a set of dildoes into and out of both her pussy and asshole. Taking them out to whip her up and down her back and thighs. "You were disobediant, slut.", I growled at her. She trembled then shrieked as I grabbed the clothes pin on her clit and and twisted. I rammed fingers into her with my other hand. She thrashed and moaned. I untied her and pulled her by the leash to standing and bound her elbows and wrists. I whipped her breasts and tweaked the pins on her nipples.

Rougher... No limits... Extreme Pain... Rape scene I was rougher than usual on her today. A fat lip and a minor bloody nose. The swelling of her cheek pushed against the blindfold she wore while I beat some sense into the dumb cunt. She sat naked and bound to a chair in her living room. Tears ran down her face while she sobbed behind the gag. I smacked her tits again telling her to shut the fuck up and I was going to get worse before it got better. I went apeshit on her- smacking, punching, and twisting her tits. They grew reddened and eventually started to bruise. I pulled on her nipples and pushed a safety pin through one of them. She shrieked wildly from the pain. I backhanded her face while telling her that wasnt the only thing getting pierced today. She squirmed against the restraints. Her pain and fear made me wild with lust. I flicked the now swelling freshly pierced nipple with my finger. Her body wracked with pain with each tiny flick of my finger. I taunted her, telling her she was never getting away now that she was my permanent fuck toy now. Her whimpering continued as I whipped her upper thighs with an electrical cord. This bitch needed to suffer I thought to myself as I drug the chair closer to the wall. I stripped the wires loose and twisted one wire around her toe. Oh youre gonna hate this I told her as I touched the other bare wire to the freshly pierced nipple. She spasmed in pain violently. I used the wire again and again on her naked flesh. She fell limp from the abuse. I drug the chair into her kitchen and tied her tightly to the kitchen table, face down, her taut ass up. She was in a daze as I lubed her ass with Crisco and began pounding her asshole with my cock. I occasionally punched the back of her head while telling her my cock wasnt the only thing going in her ass. I pulled out after dumping a load of cum in her quivering ass. Then began to whip her from shoulders to ankle with the cord. I found a nice sized cucumber and rammed it into her cum leaking asshole. It tore her ass a little as blood leaked from around the green intruder. She yelled and screamed from behind the gag while I destroyed her ass. I duct taped the cucumber into her ass. Then took another and shoved it into her pussy. Then went back to whipping her relentlessly. The sharp edge of the cord left her entire backside with weeping welts. I left tied and brutalized while I made something to eat. Occasionally she would squirm to get either punched or whipped

Mall Abduction- a true story She met man from a online kink site at the local mall. He was good looking, intelligent, and disarmingly charming. They sat in a set of chairs near the front entrance and chatted for an hour. He seemed uninterested in her which confused her. He asked her if she would mind giving him a ride home as he walked to the mall. She agreed and they went to her car in the parking lot. They got into the car. As soon as they did he pulled a switch blade knife and held it to her neck pulled her head back by her shoulder length red hair. "You're my whore now...", he growled into her ear. She whimpered as her pushed the blade into her breast. He pulled a set of looped cable tie straps from his cargo shorts. Slamming her head foward into the steering wheel he ordered her to put her hands behind her back and restrained her wrists. Waiting briefly as a man got into a car parked next to hers. He reached across her waist and layed the drivers seat down. Her large fat tits pushed upwards. He grabbed her tit and squezed and twisted. She let out a pained scream. "Get into the back seat, whore" her commanded. She slid into back seat. He cable tied her ankles together as she lied in the back seat. He got behind the wheel and drove her to a motel room. He parked the car in front of the room, got out of the car, opened the room door, then drug her from the back seat and threw her into the open door. He closed the door behind him. Walked over to the tv and turned it up. Her eyes widened in fear as he bent her over the edge of the bed. He tore her clothes from her leaving a shredded pile of clothes at her feet... He proceeded begin to beat her backside brutally. She tried to escape this assault to no avail. He rammed a plug into her asshole while she screamed. He threw her into a chair and attatched clothespins to her nipples. Her screams grew louder as he twisted the pins on her nipples. She soon found herself gagged with two strips of duct tape. Her abuse lasted for hours. He made her suck his cock and everytime it slipped from her lips he would punch her tits. She quickly learned to swallow his meaty cock whole to stop the punching.

A perfect "date" I tell her to meet me at a walmart. We'd meet up look each other over and just go directly to my place. The minute the door shut- Bam, i've shoved her to the ground. She looks back fazed from the floor as I move up on her fast. She tries to kick from the floor but I easily deflect her feeble blows. I reach down and smack her across her face. Soon, her struggle grows weak as I use joint locks to immobilize her. Then I tie her hands and arms, gag her mouth, and drag her to the bathroom. I love my bathtub with its highly secured grab rails. I tie her off to the rail and whip her with a thick leather belt. Any exposed skin (face and arms are not happening unless I am "keeping" the whore) get a vicious beating with the leather. Along with putting clothespins on her nipples and clit. Soon she succumbs to my violence... I lube her fuckholes and toy with them. I love stretching a whore out. Making her squeal as I push one more inch of my my hand into her. Then pinching her clit and twisting. Of course, all this time I am verbally abusing her. Telling her she is mine now. What a worthless piece of shit she is. How im gonna keep her like this for as long as I want. Along with spitting on her face. This goes on for hours. Until she is nearly fucked unconscious. Then still restrained I take her from the tub and lay her abused body on a nice comfortable bed. Till she wakes up...

I am so disgusted with fetish websites in general. I decidedly do not like being forced to choose Dominant versus what I really am, a Sadist. Dominance has little or nothing to do with Sadism. Nor does submission equate to masochism. I and my brethren are subjugated to dwell in the backwaters of the fetish community at large. Most Sadists and masochists I know are terribly lonely. I find myself venting my sexual release on unwilling women of low-caliber. Beating the shit out of a crackwhore does not truly slake my need for pain and fear. I could only imagine how a masochist deals with it.

I am quietly violent I am highly intelligent I am seriously uncanny I know I get off on hurting other people... I like to use people but make them feel loved in the process. Spending just a few minutes with me and I will become your friend. You will tell me things you do not speak of in public. I will fuck almost any female. I make no qualms regarding my sexuality... 18 to 80, fat, skinny, white, black... Whatever if she fucks, I fuck. I have violent fantasies that if played out would result in multiple life sentences... my dog is the only thing I truly love.

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