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08-14-2008, 02:44 PM | #1 |
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Stalking Lea Part 2
Knowing that Lea's loving parents would definitely be contacting the
police after my most recent mail bomb, I decided to keep a low profile the next few days. Tammy's cell phone would no doubt be canceled, and all incoming calls to the Mackenzie residence would now be traced and recorded. This would probably go for her mail, as well. Any letters addressed to Lea would be automatically flagged at the Post Office for inspection. Given the increased security that would now surround Lea, I needed to move to the next phase .. the CREEPER PHASE. During the Creeper Phase, the objective is to continually invade your prey's private life even though she is being "protected." This gives the stalker and almost superhuman quality, while also demonstrating to the prey that she is entirely helpless to prevent the terror and that her fate rests solely in her stalker's hands. I understand from cunts that have survived such treatment that the effect is nightmare-inducing terror. Admittedly, then, "creeping" is the most difficult and potentially dangerous element of stalking. I needed to breach the defenses surrounding Lea and gain even further access into her private world. I now turned to a reliable source .. her high school yearbook. A city's public library generally keeps a collection of its community's high school yearbooks in the reference section. Another disguise and a fake ID got me access to these resources, and as I consulted last year's annual I learned my little Lea was a dedicated thespian. I also found out the name of her elusive third friend, Marissa Weikle, who also belonged to the school's drama club. Perfect! Going to the High School's Web Page, I scanned the Events section to learn that Drama Club was putting on a play in a few weeks, Alice In Wonderland. I casually mentioned the play to Debbie, my most recent girlfriend. Debbie was a clueless cunt with "self-esteem issues" who had a small daughter, Dawn, age 8. Dawn was also involved with acting, and I asked Debbie if she thought Dawn would like to see the High School's production of Alice In Wonderland. Debbie became excited, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity for us to do a "family" thing with Dawn. She didn't think it odd, then, when I asked her to get some information on the play - when it was, where it was playing, the cast, etc. Like the stupid cunt she was, Debbie ignorantly did my crucial groundwork with no suspicion at all. A few days later, she showed me an advance program she'd picked up from the school. Immediately I noticed that Lea Mackenzie was set to play the Queen of Hearts. My dick got hard, and later that night I gave Debbie a thorough thrash fucking, imagining the entire time it was my Lea whose head was banging up against the headboard. A day before we were scheduled to attend the play, I acquired and assembled an empty flower box, the long kind that holds roses. Inside, I placed single, blood-red rose and a giant, foot-long black dildo. The enclosed note read: Shove this up your tight teenage cunt, you fucking little WHORE! You Know Who I wrapped ribbon around the perimeter and attached one of the bogus name cards I had printed up with a fictitious florist's logo: Don's Flowers. With stencils I inscribed the name: Lea Mackenzie. The next evening, around 5:30PM, I dressed up in a modified version of my courier's costume with a bogus nametag, and strode into the auditorium. As students and teachers scurried about preparing for the 8:00 PM curtain, no one gave another florist deliveryman a second glance. I placed my box in the pile with the rest of the flower and candy boxes from well-wishing parents, friends and faculty. Exiting, I stowed my uniform in my trunk, changed into a shirt and tie, and went over to Debbie's house. I took the cunt and her cunt daughter out to dinner, trying to contain my excitement all the while. My little Lea would open the flower box, and her entire life would come crashing down around her scared, doe-like eyes. I only wished I could see the stark terror. Imagining such a scene in your mind's eye never equals the glorious reality. After dinner, we drove to the High School. It was 7:45, and we took our seats. Fifteen minutes later, at 8:00 PM, the show was set to start, but nothing happened. At 8:10 PM, the crowd began getting noticeably restless. At this point, some limp-dick teacher strolled onstage and announced that the performance had been cancelled. He asked us all to please leave the auditorium, and the audience obeyed his request in obvious confusion. Uniformed policemen lined the lobby and covered the exits. The chaos level increased as the crowd left the building. Whispers broke out as the audience members were stopped one-by-one at the door and briefly questioned before they were permitted to leave. I heard the words "bomb threat" bandied about, and I smiled. The cops were eyeing everyone, looking for anyone suspicious. From behind a wall of three uniforms, I spotted Lea tearfully peeking out at the crowd milling past her. When she surveyed me, she saw nothing but an invisible man with a woman and a small girl. I was certainly not the lone, sick stalker of her nightmares. As we filed out the doors, I noticed a plainclothes man grilling a group of grungy high-school boys holding skateboards. The cops had absolutely no clue who they were seeking. Debbie now began conjecturing about what had just transpired inside the auditorium. Dawn was upset, and to stop her whining I took them out for a movie and some ice cream. After we returned to Debbie's house and put Dawn to bed, we retired to Debbie's bedroom. The evening's festivities had gotten me all worked up. Seeing Lea's terrified, tear-filled eyes had given me a hard-on that would not subside. Debbie always accepted my rough, brutal sexuality because she was a dumpy, dowdy, low self-esteem cunt who knew harsh treatment was all she could expect from a man, and all she deserved. That night, as always, she meekly allowed me to put a gag in her mouth and turn her over on all fours. The gag was my suggestion several months back, as I explained to Debbie that gagging her would cut down on our noise and eliminate the possibility of Dawn hearing us fuck. This, of course, made sense to Debbie's pea-brain, and afterward she relented to the gag with no question. On her knees atop the mattress, she reached her arms behind herself, resting on her shoulders, arching her back, and sticking her ass up in the air. I slapped her fat butt and hissed: "You know what to do." Passively, she gripped her fat mud flaps and separated the folds of skin rolling around her crotch until I had clear access to her splayed cunt and shit chute. I slapped her ass again. "Spread those fat cunt lips of yours wider," I hissed in her ear. "Let me see all your pink. Stretch those lips apart." I smacked her again, and she submissively complied, digging her fingers in deeper and spreading open more of her cunt. Making her stay frozen in that degrading position, I repeatedly slammed my nine-inch cock into her pussy, withdrawing completely after each thrust, then pounding into her again the moment I sensed her relaxing. Each time I slammed into her cunt, I drove her body forward and smacked her skull against the headboard. She winced slightly, but with the gag on I could hear no protests. After twenty minutes of this, she was so sore and broken she had quit responding to my assault. To reawaken her pain, I now pressed my cock-head between the folds of her flabby butt and sliced into her dry, unlubricated asshole. Since I had been stretching out her ass so thoroughly over the last few months, she really required no lubrication to accommodate my cock after a few thrusts. Lube only deadened the pain she experienced, and since she was fat, worthless fuck pig, her discomfort was completely irrelevant. When I was done, I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her head up to my quivering piss-hole, popped out the gag, and blasted off my load all over her gasping, sobbing mouth. As she tried to blink the splooge out of her teary eyes, I envisioned Lea's terrified, dilated pupils cowering beneath an onslaught of hot rape juice. The image inspired me to maintain my enraged state, and I shoved the gag in my cunt's mouth and sodomized her again while she grunted in feeble protest. When I was done, I fired inside her wobbly, cellulite-encased ass-pipe, rolled over and got some rest. The sound of her whimpering lulled me to sleep. In the weeks following Lea's "opening night," I bided my time and gave my prey's terror-stricken mind a brief respite. Finally, one Saturday afternoon, by chance I found myself resuming the hunt. I was at the mall, eating in the food court, scoping out the young, teener cunts when I spotted Lea, Tammy and Marissa sit down at a table a few feet away. Out of the corner of my eye, I studied them, especially Lea. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and tight jeans, and she was mocking me, sitting there with her two cunt friends and LAUGHING. She was carrying on without a care in the world, her friendly neighborhood stalker miles from her feeble cunt mind. YOU WILL NOT INSULT ME LIKE THAT, CUNT! Today would be the day. She would pay for her disrespect. She would never forget me, nor would she ever forget the terror I'd brought into her worthless cunt life. After finishing their sodas, they headed off into the mall, and I took pursuit. When they entered a clothing store, I stationed myself next door at a cookware shop. When the exited the clothing store, they are carrying shopping bags. I follow their swaying, teenage asses back into the food court, looking around, and then taking another table. It occurred to me now that they were looking for someone, possibly meeting a second party. I took another table on the other side of the food court and waited. I needed an opening. The doe needed to be flushed out into the open so I could get a clear shot. As I watched them, Marissa stood and went off to the restroom, leaving Lea and Tammy behind. I waited to see what developed next. Tammy and Lea continued blathering back and forth. I waited. Minutes later, a high school boy approached Lea from behind. He was tall and a typical jock, the type teenage cunts always notice and chase. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around. Her face lit up. She was genuinely happy to see her high school jock boyfriend. Like all pea-brained, teener cunts, my little Lea only had eyes for big, handsome high school hunks. The rest of us males were all just invisible men to her, not even worthy of her casual attention. The stuck-up little cunt would pay for that! I would make her see the invisible men. I would step out from the background and burn my image into her feeble cunt mind. She would never flaunt her fucking body in total disregard again. For the rest of her life, she would feel the eyes of the invisible men tearing off her clothes, forcing her body open and boring their mental cocks into her raped, used soul. Minutes later, Lea stood up and said goodbye to Tammy, heading out the door with Jock Boy. I was right behind them as they ambled, holding hands, out to the parking lot. As they stopped before his car and started getting in, I dashed over to my own vehicle. Luckily, the lot was jammed with exiting cars, and I did not lose them. I followed them out of the lot and down the main thoroughfare. They turned down a side street several minutes later, and headed into the City's park system. Soon they were parking at a picnic area, and I watched them get out. I found a deserted picnic area further down and parked. Not knowing what opportunities would present themselves, I opened my glove compartment, fished out my ski mask and trusty switchblade, then stepped outside the car. Not wanting to lose my prey, I ran through the woods, following the road back to where they had parked. When I arrived, I hit the ground, crawled over the earth and spied through the brush. In no time at all, I located them. They were sitting on a bench maybe 500 feet away from the tree line. They were talking and kissing intermittently. The cunt was rubbing her body up against him like a bitch in heat. FUCKING WHORE! How dare she act all terrorized by my attentions - the porno tape, the letters, the phone call, and the dildo? Here was my little "victim" slutting her precious little body out like a porno pig. If only mommy and daddy could see their darling little girl now, her thin, shivering hands stroking her Jock Boy's cock through his tight jeans. Even they would have to agree their cunt-whore daughter deserved what was going to happen to her. How dare she act all innocent and pure, like the thought of being raped horrified her? I would make her pay for her whorish behavior. I would teach her what it meant to be a cunt. I watched them sit and grope each other for over an hour. As they sucked face, Jock Boy's hands would begin roaming over her lithe, squirming torso and invariably work up under her T-shirt. She would let him indulge his fingers for a moment before wriggling away, pushing his hands aside and scolding him for his advances. FUCKING COCK-TEASING TEENAGE CUNT! I seethed with rage. This was all just a game to her. Tease men, flaunt her succulent swanlike body before their eyes, rub against them, stroke their cocks through their jeans, send out all the fucking signals, then back off like Polly Purebred and scold them for being "pushy." Oh, this little whore would pay! Lea Mackenzie would pay with every scrap of humanity and dignity she possessed. After rebuking his advances over a dozen times, Lea succeeded in pissing off jock boy to the point of no return. He rose from the bench, and I heard him shout: "Fine." Then he stormed off back to his car. I thought she would get up to follow him, but she didn't. She just sat there and cried angry tears. He did not turn around either, slamming the car door behind himself and peeling off into the afternoon sun. `Thank you, God of PREDATORs,' I said to myself. I was almost about to spring up from the brush and bag my quarry when I saw her go into her purse and fish out a cell phone. An instant later, she began blathering into the small receiver, yelling so that I could make out a few words here and there. " .. believe that, Tam .. told him `No' like twenty times .. so pissed off .. left me out here .. fucking bastard .. pick me up .. a couple miles or so down the trail .. hurry, okay ..?" Then she tucked the phone back into her purse, stood up and headed off towards the outhouse buildings about a hundred yards behind the bench. This was going to be perfect. My prey was unwittingly backing herself into a corner from which she would never emerge. I thanked the great PREDATOR God again, and held my breath, waiting for her to enter the building before I sprang into action. When she disappeared behind the doorway, I slid on my ski mask and emerged from the brush. Party Time! I could smell the odors of waste hanging over the park restroom at almost fifty feet. My cock grew even more enraged at the thought of bagging this elusive doe amid the foul stench of soured shit, piss and god-knows-what-else. Her introduction to cunthood would be a sensory experience she never forgot. I could almost hear her voice years from now as she recalled this day on some cunt therapist's couch. I was not just going to rape her today, I was going to rape her whole fucking life, every day my hard cock thrusting in and out of her feeble pea-brain. I held my unopened switchblade in my right hand and entered the dank, dim outhouse. The cunt was in one of the stalls, squatting her teen crotch over one of the bacteria-infested toilets, her ass hovering an inch above the wooden seat and her jeans swaddled around her ankles. When our eyes met, we both experienced a moment of clarity shared by all PREDATORS and their prey. All at once, without a word passing between us, she knew who I was and what I would do to her. She tried to scream, but I was instantly on top of her, jabbing the unopened switchblade into her ribcage and slapping my hand across her face. She bit my hand like a wildcat, and the sharp pain only increased the exhilaration of the moment. With one strong jerk, I lifted her slender body off the ground and threw her to the ground outside the stall. She tried to crawl for the door, piss still dribbling out of her cunt, but the compromising position in which I'd trapped her rendered her virtually immobile. Laughing at her comical, almost-slapstick attempt to flee, I grabbed her by the back of her hair and spun her body back around so her bare ass was now pointing at the door. She reared back, trying to shake her tresses free from my iron grip, but the effort was all in vain. I ground one of my dirt-covered combat boots between her legs, kicking apart her thighs, and punting my steel-reinforced toe into her naked, piss-glistening crotch. She yelped like a spanked puppy, and I burrowed my filthy boot even deeper into her tender, unspoiled teenage cunt. She was still fighting, though, and I needed to gain complete control as quickly as possible. "You will stay still, cunt," I hissed, withdrawing my boot from her cunt and driving my knee between her shoulder blades. The full force of my weight knocked the wind out of her gasping lungs, and she collapsed beneath my Mastery, all resistance seeping from her overwhelmed body. "Help!" her breathless voice could only whisper. "Rape!" she squeaked, her voice barely audible. "I take it you know who I am, and why I'm here .." I hissed in her ear while I slapped my hand back over her mouth. Despite the fact that I love to listen to my rape pigs squeal for mercy, I knew this cunt would have to be silenced. She would be regaining her voice in a matter of seconds, and I couldn't take any chances with some passing hiker hearing her pathetic screams. She bit my hand again, and I shook her head like a rag doll until she released her teeth from my palm. "I like it when cunts fight," I drove my knee hard into her back, mashing her chest into the cold, concrete floor. She jerked her head back, suddenly intent upon gazing at the beast who now mastered her. I could read her simple mind. If she survived this ordeal, she wanted to have my image in her mind so she could identify me if and when I was eventually caught. Obviously my little cunt had been reading some rape prevention literature. Too bad I was intimately familiar with the same writings. I based all my attacks upon methods that successfully countered the expert's advice. "Don't you even fucking THINK about turning around, you fucking stuck-up, cock-teasing, teenage cunt. This is a very sharp knife," I flipped the spring, and the blade snickered out of the handle. I reached around to her face, showed her the weapon, and nicked her slightly below the eye. "I'll pop your eyeball out and slit your cunt throat right here if you make one fucking sound!" She nodded, blubbering into my hand. "By now you must know that you can do absolutely nothing to stop me, cunt. So, I would suggest cooperating with everything I say, and you might live through this, okay ..?" |
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Another story with the main protag is a minor. Don't mean to cause trouble but to prevent it
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Another minor, another violation of the rules
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