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Amanda's Big Mistake
by Angelgirl [Book3]

I was lying on my back, the cool air licking at my body. I could feel a
thin fabric covering me but I knew that underneath it I was naked. I tried to
open my eyes but for some reason I was surrounded bydarkness. As I tried
to lift my arms I felt the tight restraints circling around my wrists.
I was soon aware that my entire body was strapped down onto what felt like a very
hard table. I tried to force my mind to clear, to understand how this all could be
happening to me. Why was I strapped to this table, and how did I get here? My mind
was spinning wildly out of control and I felt as if I was floating high in the air. It felt
as if I was only half-awake. I could sense vibrations underneath me that must have
been coming from the table. I heard the squeaking sounds that wheels make. I felt the
table begin to move. "Someone is pushing this table," I thought fearfully. "Who is
there? What do you think you are doing with me?" I yelled suddenly. "I'm surprised
you're still awake," I heard a man's voice saying above me. "I guess I will need to
give you another injection." "Please let me go. I'm so scared," I pleaded terrified. "I
was so surprised when I realized it was actually you Mandi," the voice said again. This
time I noticed it had a strangely familiar ring to it. 'Oh God, he knows me, he knows
who I am,' I thought in swift panic. "Who are you?" I pleaded, tears pouring down
my cheeks. "Don't you recognize my voice?" I heard him say, seemingly sarcastic.
"It's me, Bruce; Bruce Steel." "Noooooooooo!!!!!!!" I screamed out, unable to control
myself. My mind raced back to where I had first seen that name. He had responded by
e-mail to one of my stories posted on the Internet. It was after I had posted my third
story that I saw his response. He told me that he had loved my story, "Amanda's
Secret Memories." We quickly became good friends. Our correspondence was
innocent at first, but quickly developed into a very sexual theme. His letters always left
me ripping my panties off and masturbating to a wonderful orgasm. Moreover, it
seems I did the same with my letters to him. I even sent him three pictures I had taken
of myself which showed me masturbating on my bed. It wasn't long before I had
given him my phone number. He phoned me almost every night. I never knew that
phone sex could be so fulfilling. It wasn't because of me that we had yet to meet. I
asked him on several occasions if he wanted to meet me. He told me that I wasn't
ready to know who he was. He said that if I learned of his identity too quickly, I
would be horrified. I had never believed him; that is, UNTIL NOW! When the table
finally stopped rolling it jolted me back to reality. Somehow, Bruce had abducted me. I
could feel that I had been drugged in some way. My head was spinning so wildly that I
could hardly stay conscious. I felt a sharp prick in my arm. I knew that someone had
just stuck a hypodermic needle into it. I could feel the cool fluid inside the syringe now
rushing into my vein. "It is time for you to sleep," he said coolly, impersonally. "I
promise not to remove anything of any importance while you are out. I consider
myself a master with the knife." I couldn't hear his voice any longer. I could feel the
strange numbness traveling from my knees to the very tips of my toes. At the same
time the sheet was now being removed, no longer covering my body. I felt his hand
resting on my tummy. It felt like it was pushing down with the weight of an elephant;
the pain was terrible. "Please, please," I begged. "Please stop, please stop." The
words were echoing only in my mind. I was completely unable to open my mouth.
The numbness had overtaken my entire body. I felt myself drifting into
unconsciousness. The darkness was all around me now. I fought with all my strength
to remain conscious. It would have been so much easier to slip away. It was as though
a bright light had just burst before my eyes. I peered through the haze into the light. I
could see a hand in front of my face. It was as if it were my very own. It was holding
a brightly gleaming scalpel, poised over a soft plain of quivering flesh. As my senses
cleared, I could see that it was the belly of a woman. I watched through the eyes of the
holder, as he plunged the knife into her belly. A small squirt of blood shot up into the
air. The eyes that I had no control over slowly began to trace upward, and past the
girl's naked breasts, till they rested on her face.
"EEEEEEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard myself screaming into the
darkness. I was looking down, somehow through his eyes instead of mine, at MY
body. He was cutting into MY belly. "Oh God, no!! Please, please," I begged. "Please
don't let this be happening!" There was no one there to hear my pleadings. It was as
though I didn't exist. I watched as the knife drew a line on my belly. Blood was
running from the large slash that was beginning to appear.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" I screamed in terror. The blackness
was beginning to overtake me. This time, I welcomed it. Only He Existed Now!
ONLY HIM... ONLY BRUCE... ONLY... "BRUCE STEEL"-- The first time I saw
her name,(Angel girl), I was intrigued by her. It has been just a little over a year that I
first saw it in a online chat room. I was very active in these rooms. I would use names
like Dr. Death, The Rapist, Ted Bundy, etc. I really enjoyed scareing women. I loved
threatening them and telling them that I would find them, rape, and torture them.
However, I had a different feeling about this Angel girl. Her name just sat there quietly
on the screen and she never typed anything at all. I had been thinking about trying
something different for some time. I was getting tired of just fantasy. Whenever I saw
her name I would log in under the name 'Bruce Steel'. I was sure she would notice
that name as no one used anything resembling a real name online. After a few weeks of
just monitoring the room the same as she was doing I decided to make my first move. I
wrote "Hello, Angel girl," and sent it to her by private message. I continued to do this
for the next few weeks, although I never got a response. I decided to give it one more
try and then I planned to give up on her. "I almost feel that we are a couple of
Oddballs, you and I. We both sit in this room too shy to type anything. I've only built
up enough courage to try talking to you because I feel we are somehow the same. I am
sorry for bothering you night after night. I promise that this will be the last time." I
sent the message to her. Almost immediately a private message appeared on my screen.
"I'm sorry that I have been such a prude," she answered. "It's not really because I'm
so shy that I don't write. It's just that I'm not too sure what I want to say." Before that
night was over she had revealed so much about herself that I felt like I had known her
for years. She was a talker. I liked that. I was recording every word she said. I knew
that sooner or later she would reveal enough for me to put all the pieces together. The
hunt was on. I knew that very first night she would soon be mine. Over the next few
months Angel girl and I chatted several times a week by computer. She would tell me
the events of her day, but she was very careful not to reveal her identity. She had once
told me that she lived in Seattle and that she worked as a nurse. It was late October
when she first told me about the stories she had written and posted on the internet. She
said that she was afraid to tell me about them because she thought I might hate her. She
said they came from her darkest side. She told me the name of the site. After reading
her stories, my opinion of her changed completely. "What a fucked up bitch"' I
remember thinking. "She is totally into violent sex, rape, torture, and murder. She
even fantasizes about it happening to herself. If I handle her right, I can have more fun
with this cunt than I ever imagined possible." The next time I chatted with her I told
her over and over how proud I was of her opening up to people. I said that I also had
the feelings she did but was always too frightened to admit them, even to myself. She
didn't answer me. Her name disappeared from the chat room. I was beginning to feel
that I had somehow scared her off. I decided to look through the bits of information I
had kept about her. She was twenty-two years old. She had long curly light brown
hair and green eyes. She weighed 102 pounds. She lived in Seattle and worked as a
nurse. She had told me that her real name was 'ANN' but for some reason, I didn't
believe it. I didn't have enough information to find her. Just before Christmas I saw
her in the chat room again. I sent her the simple message, "Hi." Her response
exploded onto the screen with emotion. I could tell she must be crying. She was so
apologetic. "Please forgive me for being so rude. You are the kindest person I have
ever talked with. You are always there for me. You are my best friend. I have been
having so much trouble lately," she answered. I knew that if I was ever going to lure
this cunt into my trap that I would never have a better chance then right now. "I can't
take your pain Angel girl. It is breaking my heart. You have become the most
important person in the world to me. You must let me help you; you must. Please tell
me your phone number. Let me phone you now. Let me hold your soul within my
heart. I know that this is meant to be. You know that this is meant to be. It is destiny
that we find each other." 'Come on, cunt,' I angrily thought to myself. 'Send me your
fucking phone number. How much more of this do you think I can put up with before
I puke?' My eyes widened as I looked onto the screen. There it was; her phone
number. I phoned her immediately. She had a beautiful voice. Almost like a child. I
was trying to imagine what she must look like behind all the balling and blubbering she
was doing. I wanted to ask her what she was wearing and if her pussy was wet, but I
knew I would blow it right away if I said those things now. "My boyfriend left me
after I showed him my story ("Amanda's Nightmare")," she said sobbing. "Great," I
thought. "No fucking boyfriends or husbands to worry about." She was wide open for
that big spear into her heart. I was just the guy to give it to her. I knew that the hook
was buried deeply into her. All I had to do was carefully reel her in. Funny thing; up to
this point she hadn't asked me anything about myself. Now she wanted to know
everything. I told her a bullshit story about how my wife and kids were killed in a
highway accident. There isn't a cunt alive that won't cry a big tear for that story. I told
her that I had a small pig farm a little north of Whistler in Canada, and that I lived
alone. It didn't take long before we became good friends. I phoned her almost every
night. I didn't want her to know my phone number. I told her that the heavy winter
snow had knocked down the phone line to my farm. It would be spring before it
would be hooked up again. I called from a different payphone almost every night. "I
have always had feelings like the ones in your stories, but I have never been able to
talk about them to anyone before now," I confided to her. Angel girl decided that I was
a poor lost soul who needed help with his sexuality. She would tell me how much she
would like to be my slave. She would tell me that I could tie her to my bed and use her
any way I wanted. I would act as if reluctant, but excited by her ideas. "Only if you
wanted me to. I could never hurt you," I would say in response. "You have to become
aggressive. Act as if you are a sadist. Act as if you want to rape and torture me. You
know that's what turns me on," she said with a slightly pissed off tone. I couldn't
believe that this cunt was actually trying to teach me how to rape and torture her. If she
knew what I had planned for us, her blood would turn cold. We began to play out our
fantasies on the phone. I would rape and lightly torture her. She was always in charge.
Always telling me what to do. I went along with it knowing that I would soon have my
chance to do things MY way. By mid-January our phone sex must have been melting
the phone lines between Seattle and Whistler. Our fantasies would quite often end by
me hacking her up with a butcher knife and feeding her dead flesh to my pigs. "She
really is a kinky bitch," I would think. "It's when I am killing her that she always
cums. I wonder if she really is this crazy?" I told her that I wanted to see her. My
request seemed to really freak her out. I thought that I had fucked it all up and it was
over. Then suddenly, she chilled out. She offered to e-mail me a picture of herself. I
couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She was stunning. She was everything she
said and more. She was petite and looked like a model. Perfect in every way. She sent
me three pictures, all nudes. Her breasts had these gorgeous nipples, outstandingly
erect. As I was drooling over her pictures a light went off in my brain. Although these
were beautiful pictures they revealed nothing else about her. She had managed quite
well to guard against revealing anything personal about herself in them. On the phone
that night I talked sweet talk to her continuously. I told her how beautiful I thought she
was. I talked about how perfect her eyes and mouth were. How her breasts drove me
wild with desire. It wasn't until I was sure that she was absolutely swooning in my
pool of bullshit that I next hit her right between the eyes. "I have to admit Angel girl
that I have to wonder if these are really pictures of you. It is hard to believe that you
are the beautiful woman in the pictures you sent. It really looks more as if these are
pictures of a professional model. I find it hard to believe that you are this goddess."
Angel girl began to cry, asking me what she could do to prove it was really her in the
pictures. "I'm probably the first guy in history to ask a girl to send me some pictures
of herself with her clothes on, after she's just finished sending me nude pictures of
herself, especially when she is so beautiful." Angel girl didn't even stop to think about
it. She told me that she and a bunch of other nurses had just celebrated a baby shower.
She said she had picked up the pictures of it this afternoon. They were on her desk
right now. "You will have to believe me now. I will send you these pictures too," she
sobbed over the phone. As we talked she sent picture after picture to me. She was
describing each picture as she sent it. 'I've finally got her. I've really got her,' was all
I could keep thinking to myself. When I opened my e-mail later that evening there she
was in all of her glory. There was a picture of her and several other nurses standing in
front of a hospital. The name of the hospital was just above their heads. In another
picture her coat was hanging open and her nametag was easily detectable. Now I knew
her real name.' Another picture showed the group climbing into a car that had my little
cunt behind the wheel. The license plate was fully visible. I had her now, it would be
easy to find her, but I had other plans for her. I wanted to see just how far her dark
side could make her go. I wanted to see just how far I could push her. I couldn't wait
to speak to her again. "I love you," were my first words to her. "I must hold you in
my arms. I need to hold you, kiss you, and make love to you," I pleaded with her. "I
hope that you have more plans for me than that," she said laughing. Then, suddenly
serious, she asked "Do you plan on bringing the ropes or do I have to get some? I
don't know if I'm ready to let you know where I live quite yet. I really don't know
anything about you. I guess I am a little reluctant to let myself be that vulnerable to
you. But I really would like to know you. I just don't know what to do. " I was ready
for this. I had my plan well worked out. "I understand exactly how you feel," I
assured her. "I would think you a very foolish girl if you just allowed me into your life
without knowing if I have told you the truth about myself. I've thought about it a little
and I think I have a reasonable solution. It will be just like we are going on a blind
date. When a girl goes on a blind date she meets the man somewhere. Like in a coffee
shop for example. That way she doesn't have to reveal her identity or address to him.
In fact, she could even leave all that information at home. That way even if she decided
to spend the night with him he wouldn't be able to find out anything about her that she
didn't want him to know. "You want to meet me in a coffee shop?" she asked
sounding strangely disappointed. "No, wait! I have another idea. I don't think I have
anything to fear from you. Do I? I mean you don't plan to rape me or anything like
that. Do you?" I was deliberately trying to put the full focus of uncertainty on me.
"Yeah, you might be safe," she said laughing. "But I make no promises. What's your
plan?" "Have you ever been to Whistler?" I asked. There was a short pause before she
answered. "No, I haven't. I don't really like skiing very much," she replied. "I'm sure
that you and I could find other things to entertain ourselves with," I said in the sexiest
voice I could manage. "If you came to Whistler by bus and left all your personal
information at home it would be just the same as a blind date. Don't even bring your
purse with you. Pack just a few things into a bag. Come up here and spend the
weekend with me," I coaxed. "If by Sunday you have spilled open your soul to me
and revealed everything about yourself, I will drive you home. If you decide not to tell
me anything about yourself, well, then you can get back on the bus and leave. You
will be in total control." She fell for it like a duck full of buckshot. She even jumped at
the idea. She agreed to leave Seattle on Friday morning. I would be waiting for her at
the bus stop. I stood there almost unable to move or breathe as I watched the
passengers' step down from the bus. I felt my heart jump into my throat when I saw
her standing at the door of the bus. "It's her. It's really her. She really has come," I
thought to myself feeling exhilaration tingling up my spine. My heart was pounding so
hard that I was beginning to feel dizzy again. I had to remind myself to calm down. I
needed to convince myself that everything was going to be fine. I watched as the bus
drove off. All except one of the passengers went on their way. She was left sitting
alone on the bench. Her long slender legs were crossed in front of her. She was
anxiously glancing back and forth up the road. I finally stepped out from the shadow
of the building and waved to her. When she saw me, I gestured for her to come over to
me. As she started to walk across the road I turned and walked to my truck. In just a
moment She was looking at me through the passenger door window. I leaned over and
unlocked the door. She climbed into my truck, her body sliding across the seat and her
skirt rode almost all the way up to her panties. I could easily see that she was wearing
no nylons. My heart was pounding so hard that my breathing had actually become
erratic. I wanted to rape her right then, right there, right NOW in my truck. My cock
felt like it was going to explode through the fabric of my pants. "Hi Bruce, I'm ANN,"
she said nervously. But with a little laugh. "I noticed the name tag on your uniform,
Mandi." I said with a sly smile. "I wondered if you would have," she laughed
uneasily. We sat for what felt like an eternity, just staring into each other's eyes. I kept
looking down at her long slender legs. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around
her. I put my lips against hers. Her lips felt warm and soft. They tasted somehow like
strawberries. Our mouths both opened. Our tongues began to play. I could feel the
pressure building in me. If I didn't stop now I would be ripping her clothes from her
body in the very next moment. "Slowdown, back off, take it easy," I started telling
myself. "I can play with this cunt for days if I don't blow it." "Oh God, I'm so glad
you're here," I said as I broke off our embrace. As I pulled away I could see tears
glistening in her eyes. "I'm glad that I came," Mandi said. "I know that I did the right
thing. You seem like a sweet guy." "Well Mandi," I said, "We had better get going.
It's about an hour's drive to my farm." As we drove down the highway Mandi didn't
stop talking. I think she wanted me to know everything about her. She talked about her
mother and her sister. Even about her past lovers. She spoke about her writing. She
said that she had brought everything she had ever written with her for me to see. She
said that she had also brought along some stories by another girl, wonderful erotic
stories. I don't think I was really paying too much attention to what she was saying.
The only thing I wanted I already had. It was sitting right beside me. Soon, it would
be all mine. "I don't see anything," Mandi mentioned as I turned off the highway onto
the gravel road. "We are on my property now," I answered. "The house is almost two
miles off the highway." "OOOOOHHHH," she moaned. "So private. We can make all
the noise we want," she giggled. I watched as Mandi lifted her feet up and propped
them on my dashboard. Her skirt rode up totally exposing her panties. She spread her
legs slightly, and lowered her hands between her legs. I almost drove off the road
when I saw what she was doing. She was rubbing the crotch of her panties with her
lovely tapered fingers. Mandi was obviously trying to excite me. It was working. I had
a feeling of satisfaction come over me as I watched her teasing away. I knew that she
must feel very comfortable and safe with me to be acting like this so soon after we met.
I couldn't wait to get her home and begin the games. As I drove into the yard I
activated the garage door opener. The doors began to open. Mandi was startled when
we entered the garage. Billy, my dog was barking wildly at us. "Don't worry," I said.
"It's only my dog Billy. He's very friendly." As we got out of the truck Billy
immediately spotted Mandi. He went running over jumping up on her excitedly almost
knocking her over. Billy was a good dog. Sometimes he got a little too excited. I don't
know what it was about women. He acted as if they were all his best friends. He
didn't even come over to greet me. "What kind of dog is he?" Mandi asked. "I'm not
really sure," I said. "I think he might be a Wolf. Or, he could be at least partly Wolf.
He wandered onto my farm about three years ago. He was just a pup. He's been here
ever since." "I'm sure glad he's friendly. He's so big!" She exclaimed with a sigh of
relief. We went into the house and I sat down on the living room couch. I felt like I
had just finished running a marathon. I watched my prize walk around the house. "Do
you mind if I look around your house?" she asked. "Not at all. We have all the time in
the world. Take your time," I answered her. All the time she walked around the house,
Billy was walking right behind her. When she returned to the living room she had
removed her coat and shoes. She was standing before me in a short black skirt and
sheer white blouse. I could see her bra outlined over her heaving breasts as she filled
her chest with air. I could feel the pressure building up in me again. I hadn't had any
cunt for almost two months. I tried to imagine what it was going to feel like ramming
into her. I sat looking up at this beautiful creature smiling down at me. I knew that she
was as ready as I was for the fun to begin. She raised her hands to her blouse and
began to unfasten the buttons. It was time for the game to be played my way. "Stop.
Please stop," I said in a pleading voice. "This is all wrong. I am supposed to be your
Master. You are supposed to be frightened of me. I'm supposed to be a rapist, your
rapist." I cried meekly. I heard Mandi giggling. "Keep laughing, cunt!" I thought to
myself. "We will see how much laughing you do later." "I don't want you to do
anything unless I tell you to do it," I said in a rather harsh tone. "From now on you
have to call me Master." It worked. She began to play the game my way. "Yes
Master," she giggled while looking at me. "I'll do anything you say, Master. You can
do anything you want with me, Master." I loved it. She thought that I was some kind
of a nerd that was totally incapable of hurting her. I felt more powerful at that moment
than I had in months. "Take off your blouse," I ordered. I watched as she slowly
removed her blouse and laid it over the chair beside her. "Now, remove your bra," I
ordered, watching as her arms disappeared behind her back and her bra went loose on
her breasts. Her breasts dropped slightly as her bra released them. She lifted the bra
from her body and dropped it to the chair. I gasped at the sight of her breasts. They
stood straight out, staring at me like the large brown eyes of a deer. Her nipples were
large and erect. "Mine, All Mine," kept running through my head. "I can do anything I
want with those tits. Anything I want." "Strip naked," I ordered her, not wanting to
waste any more time by watching her slowly remove her clothes. My lust was almost
out of control. I watched as she removed the remainder of her clothing and at last stood
naked before me. The lust within me was almost more than I could bear. I wanted to
attack this frail creature like the predator I truly was. There was something in me that
was receiving great pleasure from holding myself back. All the lust and desire was
increasing, building inside me, but I was controlling it. This was something new to
me. I loved the feeling. A part of me was saying, bring out your knives and cut her to
little pieces. Another part kept saying, no - enjoy the pain of controlling yourself.
Enjoy playing with this cunt. I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead as I stood
up and walked towards her. I walked around her again and again. She was perfect in
every detail. Her beautiful round ass. Her soft white skin. Her breasts standing
straight up, and her nipples sticking straight out. "Spread your legs," I ordered as I
dropped to my knees in front of her. She obeyed me immediately, spreading her legs
apart. I tilted my face so that it was just inches from her cunt. I could feel the heat
radiating from it. The air was full of her scent. It was like the musky smell of
strawberries. I had never seen a cunt that smelled of strawberries before. It was
covered in a light layer of fine brown hair. It looked more like fluff; the hair was so
fine. I stood up lifting Mandi into my arms. She felt as light as a child. Almost like a
little girl. "God! I can't take much more of this," I thought to myself. I carried her into
my bedroom and dropped her roughly onto my bed. Her eyes popped open suddenly,
looking up at me. "Close your eyes bitch," I ordered roughly as Mandi giggled and
closed her eyes. "It's time for you to get what's coming to you," I snarled. I used
ropes to tie her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed. When I was finished
she was spread eagled, legs splayed wide open on the bed. The feeling came over me
again to use my knives on her beautiful body. Again, I was able to convince myself to
wait. I used an old scarf as a blindfold on her. I looked down at the helpless creature
lying on my bed. She was so beautiful. And she was all mine. It was becoming harder
to control myself. I desperately needed relief. I had planned to eat her sweet cunt first,
but the rage in me was driving me wild. I looked down at her cunt. It was glistening
and wet. I suddenly ripped off all of my own clothing. I positioned myself between
her legs. I looked down at my throbbing manhood. It was pounding and pulsating
almost like a wild animal. I had no choice. There would be no foreplay, no caressing
or playful licking. She had no idea what was about to happen to her. She was lying on
the bed breathing softly. Her fantasies were about to be torn from her. I dropped like a
raging beast onto her. My cock found its mark, abruptly ripping into her body. She
stiffened. Her scream filled the room. I began thrusting into her with abandon. I knew
that she must be experiencing pain. I didn't even care. I thrust against her, harder and
harder, faster and faster, tearing into her hot wet belly.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH," I heard filling the room. At the same time electricity
was ripping through my groin. I was sure that my first shot of cum would burst her
belly wide open. I kept pumping my seed into her. I didn't know who was screaming
more loudly, her or me. I dropped my entire weight onto her and just laid on top of her
breathing heavily. I could hear her sobbing and crying brokenly. It hadn't gone the
way she expected things would, I was sure. This would probably be the end of her
being my sex slave. "Who gives a fuck anyway?" I thought to myself. "She's all tied
up. I'll butcher the cunt as soon as I get my energy back." I went to the kitchen to get a
beer. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Her bag of goodies
was laying there beside me. I decided to go through it. There were several stories in
the bag, some that were neatly typewritten. There were a few that were only hand
written. Did she ever have lousy penmanship! I started looking through her stories. I
came across one that looked a little different from the others. On closer inspection I
realized it was the story written by her friend. I began to read the other girl's story. I
couldn't put it down; it was that good. This was another cunt that had rape and torture
fantasies, but this cunt really knew how to write about it. My cock was beginning to
swell already. After reading just a few pages I was as hard as a rock again. "Mandi is
going to get hers earlier than I had expected," I thought, smiling down at my again
raging-to-go cock. This story was totally about the fantasy of being raped and tortured.
I was very close to going back into the bedroom. The entire time I had been sitting on
the couch reading it I could hear Mandi whimpering in the bedroom. For the last ten
minutes there had been no sounds coming from that direction. "Has that cunt somehow
managed to get herself untied?" I thought to myself. "She isn't going to be much more
fun. I should get my knives and finish her off." As I strained my ears I realized that
she was making whimpering noises, but very quietly as if only to herself. What is that
cunt up to I thought to myself as I quietly got up from the couch. I walked slowly
towards the bedroom door. As I got closer I could hear that her moans were getting
louder. Now she was speaking. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying. As I
approached the bedroom door my hand went for the light switch on the wall. Then it
froze. For a split-second I almost had a heart attack. Someone was on the bed with
her. Billy had crept up onto the bed. He was lying between her legs. He was sniffing
her dripping cunt. Mandi must've sensed he was there and thought it was me. "Just let
me go," she was saying brokenly. "That wasn't very nice. I got nothing from it except
pain. I just want to go to the bathroom." She was speaking softly in a pleading tone. I
guess she didn't want to make me mad at her. Billy must have heard the tone of her
voice as I came in. He crept even closer to her split pussy. I had never seen Billy take
that kind of interest in a human before. I was suddenly interested to see what he would
do. His cold nose must have touched the opening of her cunt. She stiffened and her
body jumped. "What was that? What was that?" she asked fearfully. Billy was laying
flat on his tummy staying as low as he possibly could. It looked like he didn't want her
to see him. He couldn't know she was blindfolded and tied to the bed. I saw his mouth
open and his tongue shoot out so quickly that I almost missed it, but she certainly
didn't. "Oh, God," I heard her sigh breathlessly. His tongue shot right into her and out
again so fast it was unbelievable. His tongue kept flicking into her swollen pussy.
Each time it would flick into her she would moan and lift up her butt. "What are you
doing to me? It feels so good. Oh God, oh God," she kept moaning. I slowly turned
the dimmer switch so that the room brightened a little. Just enough for me to better see
the developing show. Billy's long wet tongue was darting in and out of her pussy.
Mandi had lifted her ass as high into the air as she could manage. Her beautiful cunt
was right in front of Billy's face with his long probing tongue. I crept over beside the
bed. I lowered myself, crouching down next to Billy. He didn't seem to notice I was
there. I put my hand under his neck and slowly slipped my fingers down the length of
his lower jaw. My fingers were now resting just under his tongue. I started to flick my
fingers on her ass hole. Mandi was thrashing around like a fish out of water by now.
Her moaning was growing much louder. I thrust one finger into her ass. Mandi let out
a surprised yelp. I knew that this time it wasn't from pain. I began probing inside her
anus. First one finger, then two, then three. I started pumping slowly at first, then
faster and harder. "What are you doing to me? You are going to kill me. You are going
to kill me," she whimpered. Billy was taking little bites all around her clit. The hood
was turning bright pink from his sharp teeth. I could see that her clit had grown into a
large mound. It looked like a thumb trying to push out. Billy was thrusting his tongue
deep into her and nibbling at the hood over her clit. It looked as if he was actually
trying to push it back to expose her. I kept pumping my fingers into her tight ass.
Mandi was thrashing about like a wild woman. She was screaming wildly begging me
over and over to stop. She was covered in glistening sweat. Her body was arched like
a small bridge. Billy was licking exclusively against her clit, still trying to expose it. It
just didn't want to come out and play with us. I knew that she was close to something;
either it was the wildest orgasm of her life, or else we were going to kill her. For a
moment I almost felt jealous. "What a way to go," I thought smiling wickedly to
myself. I laid my hand on her pubic mound. I began to pull back the stubborn skin, I
could see the hood pulling back but still it didn't become exposed. I lowered my
fingers to just above her clit. I grabbed hold of the loose skin still covering it. I began
to pull it back. It was like Billy knew exactly what I was trying to do. He began to lick
feverishly on her as I was pulling her skin back almost as hard as I could. The more I
tugged the wilder she got. She was thrashing so wildly that it was hard for Billy to
stay in position. All of a sudden there it was, sticking straight up. It was almost as big
around as the tip of my little finger. It was bright pink and it looked raw and so
wonderfully fresh. It looked like it had never seen the light of day before. As quickly
as it popped out, it was gone again. This time into Billy's mouth. I could tell that he
was nibbling on it with his front teeth. Mandi screamed hysterically, as if her body
was being ripped in half. I've never heard such a scream before. Her body seemed to
be going into convulsions, bouncing and jumping. Then she gave out one more
blood-chilling scream and collapsed on the bed totally motionless. "Holy Fuck. I think
we did kill her," I thought. I was so horny that I didn't care if she was dead or not by
this time. I grabbed Billy by his collar and pulled him off. To my amazement he
growled at me as he fell to the floor. I noticed that his cock was fully erect and sticking
straight up. "Too bad," I thought. "He does all that work and gets nothing for it." I
didn't have any more time to worry about Billy. I wanted to get into Mandi's cunt
before it got too cold. I noticed that the bed was soaking wet. There was a white liquid
dripping from her cunt. It was sticky and warm. Cum! Female Cum! I've never seen
girl-cum before. "She must have dumped a bucketful onto the bed," I thought smiling
to myself. I looked down at her cunt. It looked like a bowl of pink jelly. It was so wet
and soft looking. I couldn't wait anymore. I rammed my cock into her soaking cunt. It
was burning hot inside. The next thing I knew she was thrusting her hips up to meet
me. Mandi wasn't dead after all. She was fucking back at me as hard as she could. Our
pubic bones were slapping together. I started to cum again, harder than the last time. I
could feel my cock filling her cunt with my hot seed, then I collapsed on top of her
again. "I love you Master," I heard her saying. "I love you. I love you. I have never
had anything so wonderful happen to me before. I'm sorry I doubted you Master, I
never will again. You can do anything with me. I am yours. I love you, I love you." I
couldn't believe my good fortune. The game was going to continue. The cunt was
more willing now than before! I looked over at Billy. He was sitting on the floor
watching us. His cock was still swollen and hard. "I owe it all to him," I thought. "I
must do something to make it up to him. Or rather, Mandi must do something to make
it up to him," I thought laughing quietly. I untied one of her wrists. She could take it
from there, I needed a beer. "Hey Mandi," I said, "you want a beer?" "No, I'm too
exhausted to move right now. I think I'll just lay here for a little while," she said
giggling. I sat with my beer and turned on the TV. Billy came and laid on the carpet at
my feet. His cock was still sticking out of its sheath. It looked swollen and sore. I bent
down and gave it a little flick with my finger. He whined as if I had just kicked him.
"Don't worry Billy, Daddy will make everything okay," I said aloud smiling down at
him. After a short while of watching TV I could hear moaning coming from the
bedroom again. "I'm lonely Bruce," she called out to me. "Aren't you coming back to
me? Don't you want me anymore?" She was trying to tease me again. "Get your ass
out here now," I called back to her. When she came into the living room I chose my
words carefully. I wanted her to be in the right frame of mind. "Your Master says,
"Take that housecoat off and stand before me." My heart began to pound as I watched
her drop the housecoat to the floor and come over to stand in front of me like an
obedient slave. "You have been a bad girl. You need to be punished," I said smiling.
"What have I done wrong?" she asked in confusion as her eyes widened. "Don't
question me bitch," I shouted at her. "Cast your eyes downwards. Don't look at me!" I
was thrilled to see that she was obeying my commands without any further protests.
She was accepting me as her Master. Everything was going perfectly. "I am going to
blindfold you. You don't deserve to see anything," I said as I wrapped the scarf
securely around her eyes. "Now, get down on your hands and knees," I ordered her.
My heart was pounding harder and harder. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on
my forehead. I removed the belt from my pants. "I am going to beat your beautiful soft
ass till it bleeds. If you complain in any way I will simply beat you harder," I said to
her. Mandi didn't move or make a sound. I walked behind her glancing down at her
lovely and soft white ass. I wanted so badly to whip it to a bleeding pulp but my plan
was going so well. I needed to control my emotions. I swung the belt down slowly
onto her ass. It made a splatting noise as it hit her bottom. Mandi stiffened when it hit
her. I knew that it hadn't really hurt her. I continued softly whipping her ass with the
belt. I could see that she was beginning to relax. The crack of her ass was relaxing,
opening. She was moaning softly and was slowly spreading her legs for me. I could
see her pussy peeking shyly up at me. "I can't believe how kinky this cunt is," I
thought to myself with delight. "This is really making her hot." Although I wasn't
hitting her ass very hard, it was beginning to turn a bright pink. I decided to give her a
few harder whacks just to see if I would get a negative reaction from her. I brought the
belt down onto her ass almost as hard as I could. Mandi's only reaction was to rapidly
spread her legs even wider. I lashed at her several more times. I could see the welts
beginning to form. I knew that if I saw blood I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I
stood with the belt dangling by my side staring down at her bright red ass. I figured
that it must be numb by now. She was moaning loudly and rocking back and forth.
Her legs were spread so widely that the lips of her cunt were stretched wide open. I
got down on my knees behind her. I thrust two fingers into her. It was soaking wet
and unbelievably steamy hot. "You CUNT!!" I yelled at her. "Here I am punishing
you and you are like a bitch in heat. You have not been punished enough. Drop your
sluty head to the floor. NOW!" My heart was racing wildly as I watched her lower her
head onto the floor. Her back was sharply arched. Her cunt was waving high in the
air. I stood behind her looking down at her dripping cunt. I got down on my knees and
began licking. Her juices were flowing freely, almost burning my tongue. She was
pushing her cunt into my face. "Don't move! You fucking bitch," I yelled at her.
"Unless you want more of this belt!" Mandi stopped moving her ass around. She held
herself still with her legs and pussy spread wide open. If she wasn't ready for it now
she never would be. She was moaning like a bitch that would overheat and die unless
she got some fucking very, very soon. I certainly didn't want to disappoint her. Billy
had been lying on the floor just a few feet behind us, watching everything that had
transpired. His eyes were staring intently at Mandi's cunt. I moved to the side while
motioning to Billy to come closer. I began spreading the lips of her pussy even wider
with my fingers. I stuck my fingers into her. I then let Billy sniff the tasty juices on my
fingers. He immediately began licking my fingers with alacrity. I moved my hand
closer and closer to her pussy with Billy following. I was spreading the lips of her
pussy wide open now. Billy wasted no time. His tongue darted into her. She gave out
with her loudest moan yet. I removed my fingers and slowly backed away. I sat down
at the end of the couch. I had an excellent view from this angle. Billy's tongue was
performing its magical work on her pussy again. She was howling from the pleasure
he was giving her. "If he makes her cum before he mounts her he will lose his
chance," I thought to myself. "Come on Billy. Fuck the bitch!" I almost screamed out
loud. Mandi was going crazy now. She was squealing like a wild sow. I could see that
Billy was more than ready. His cock was now huge and thrusting straight out under
his chest. Billy jumped up onto Mandi's back. He wrapped his front legs around her
waist and under her hips. He was pulling himself forward, using her delectable hips
for leverage. This all happened in a matter of seconds. Billy's cock was already
beginning to enter Mandi's pussy before she even began to realize what was
happening. "No, No! What's happening?" she shrieked as she lifted her head up
desperately trying to see what had been mounted on top of her, forgetting even that she
was securely blindfolded. "No, No! No, please!" she screamed. Billy wasn't listening
to Mandi's pleadings or anything else by then. He was pulling against her hips harder
and harder trying to gain full entry. Billy had managed to push into her cunt by about
six inches now, and he still had another four full inches to force into her. That
remaining four inches would be his "knot." I estimated that it was about the size of a
football. I couldn't imagine how he was going to get that crammed into her without
ripping her totally apart. "I'll bet you never thought you'd get something that big
fucking into you," I said laughing rudely. I didn't care one bit that she had no idea just
how big of a cock was being shoved into her. Mandi was desperately struggling to get
away but Billy's massive weight was holding her down easily. She was screaming and
crying frantically begging me to get him off of her. "Please, please, don't do this to
me. Not a dog. Please, not a dog!" she begged cringing. "You told me you liked my
dog. I guess you just can't make up your mind," I said snickering loudly. It was time
to test the limits of my power over her. To see just how far I could make her go. "Stay
still bitch," I abruptly snarled in an angry tone. "You are my property. I will do with
you as I please. Now shut up and hold still!" To my utter amazement she stopped
pleading. All I could hear was the slapping of Billy's knot as he tried his best to force
himself into her tightly stretched pussy. "Spread your legs wider bitch," I yelled
sternly ordering her to comply. I watched gleefully as she obediently spread her legs
even wider. I could see her pussy opening up just a little more each time Billy thrust
forward. "Relax your cunt. Let him in!" I yelled almost in a frenzy myself. I don't
know if it was because she did as I said or if it was Billy's determination to finish
now. The next thing I knew Mandi was screaming like a stuck pig. Billy's cock had
completely disappeared up inside of her. I couldn't believe that her pussy had opened
up wide enough to receive his whole knot. Billy's entire cock was now buried deeply,
all the way up inside of her. His rapid thrusting seemed to slow just a little, as soon as
he had thrust it all the way up into her. He seemed to be clutching her body tightly
against him. He was rocking his cock inside her. Mandi dropped her head down to the
floor again. I had never understood why anyone would want to have sex with an
animal before that moment. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed. Their
bodies were molded together so perfectly. It was as if they were one. Mandi's pussy
must have been filled to the hilt, far better than any human could do. Billy was
beginning to quicken his pace. He was pulling back as far as he could and then
slamming forward again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mandi was moaning
with abandon. I realized that she was rocking with him. The lips of her pussy were
spreading so wide that when Billy pulled back I thought she was going to split wide
open. Mandi was moaning like a bitch that was about to explode. She began to scream
as an orgasm swept throughout her body. It must have been the last straw for Billy.
He started howling wildly. I was getting lightheaded. My heart was pounding. I was
witnessing the most exciting event I had ever seen. Mandi and Billy were both
cumming. Mandi was squealing and Billy was howling. I saw their cum pour out from
around Billy's cock. It seemed to almost never stop. I began to wonder if he would
ever stop cumming inside of her. The two of them fell over onto their sides. They laid
there hung up together for over fifteen minutes. I sat on the couch unable to take my
eyes from them. I began to feel hurt. I began to feel angry. Billy was laying there with
his cock still buried deep inside her. He had the dumbest look on his face. He looked
like he had just blown his brains out and into her. Mandi was lying face down on the
floor. Her blindfold had fallen off, but her eyes were closed. She had a huge smile on
her face. She looked like she never wanted Billy to come out of her. They both looked
too fucking pleased with themselves for me. 'I am really getting pissed off now. She
enjoys my dog fucking her more than she does me,' I thought to myself. A terrible
feeling of inadequacy was beginning to creep over me. I felt nothing but hate for
Mandi right then. I wanted revenge. I wanted to hurt her. I felt like cutting her throat
open right there. Again, I had to control myself. I had to tell myself that it would be so
much more gratifying to take my time. Just as I was deep in thought, trying to control
my rage, Billy finally pulled his cock out of her and walked into the kitchen. I could
hear him drinking water. I heard him drop down to sleep on the carpet beside the back
door. My eyes then turned to Mandi. She had rolled over onto her side and drawn her
knees up to her chest. Her pussy was looking right at me. With each of her heartbeats I
could see some of Billy's cum dribbling from her pussy. Her pussy looked like it had
been stretched to the limit. It was staring up at me now, wide open and dripping. It
even looked as if it was laughing at me. It was telling me how pleased it was. It was
telling me that it needed more than I could do, that I could never really satisfy it. It
wanted much more than I could ever give it. 'I hate that cunt more than I have ever
hated anything before in my life. I will think of some way to make it suffer,' I thought.
Never before had I wanted to hurt someone more than I now wanted to hurt her and
her cunt. I saw Mandi lift her head and look up into my eyes. My heart started
pounding again. I wondered what she would say. "You have ruined me Bruce. I am an
animal fucking whore. I have never experienced pleasure like that in my life. I never
knew it was possible. You are truly my Master. I would do anything for you." At first
I was enraged by what she was saying. Then I realized that she was still my slave, and
more willing than ever to please me. A smile played across my face as thoughts came
to me. 'Perhaps I will be able to use her to enact a fantasy that I have had in mind for a
long time. If she is willing I will surely get my revenge on her laughing cunt.' Mandi
crawled up onto the couch beside me. "You smell like a dog," I taunted her
disdainfully. "Go take a bath. Then get your ass into my bed." I must have fallen
asleep before she finished with her bath. It was midday before I woke up again. Mandi
was lying beside me, still fast asleep. She smelled fresh - like strawberries again. I
went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I could hear her stirring about
in the bedroom. When she came into the kitchen she was wearing the most satisfied
looking smile on her face I had ever seen anyone wearing. She looked radiant. She
was wearing a sheer white silk nightie. It barely covered her breasts or her ass. She
appeared more beautiful than ever, if possible. She sat on my lap and smiled as she
looked deeply into my eyes. "Good morning Master," she said. "What can I do to
please my Master today?" Her legs were slightly spread. I put my hand on her knee
and slowly ran it up her bare leg. I felt my fingers coming to rest on the light fluffy
hair surrounding her pussy. Mandi moaned and threw her head back. I forced the lips
apart and began to probe her insides, her wetness covering my fingers. Her cunt was
again ready for action. I had the feeling that it was laughing at me again. I felt the rage
swelling up once more inside of me. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" she cried out. I
realized that I had my thumb braced on the outside of her pubic bone and three fingers
inside of her. I had begun squeezing my fingers together hurting her whore cunt. I felt
like ripping it from her body, but I had other plans in reserve for this cunt. "What
surprises do you have in store for me today?" she asked giggling. "You'll find out.
Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," I answered. I wasn't going to tell her
about the plans I had for her tonight. I didn't want to give her a chance to think too
much about it. We went into the living room. Mandi was certainly a nonstop talker. If
she wasn't being fucked she was talking. She pulled out her bag. "Do you want to
read some of my stories?" she asked coyly. "Or would you enjoy it more if I read them
aloud to you?" "Yeah, sure. Go ahead," I said smiling disarmingly. She told me that
she had already posted three stories to the Internet and that she had four more that she
was working on. 'What a sick fuck she is,' I thought to myself. One of the stories was
about two sisters, a brother, and their two-year-old girl. I myself draw the line at
kiddie-porn. If the bitch isn't at least ten years old she ain't ripe enough to be
butchered in my book. I almost blew it as she told me about what she had been
writing. She wasn't willing to allow me to say anything against it. I decided to shut my
mouth on the subject. After all, she would never finish the fucking story anyway. She
went on and on about all the new friends she had met because of the Internet. I realized
that these friends were just a bunch of freaks like her. I would soon be doing the world
a great favor. "If you don't read anything else you should read the story written by
Heather," she said smiling. I didn't tell her that I had started to read that girl's story
already. Before I knew it she had talked the afternoon away. It was early evening. She
had drunk several glasses of red wine and was feeling very frisky by now. I felt it was
time to tell her about my plan. Well, at least part of it. "Will you do anything I ask of
you?" I said solemnly to her. "Yes Master. I'll do anything you ask," she answered. "I
want you to prove your worthiness to me tonight," I said seemingly out of the blue.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes widening. "I want you to do something that
you might think is humiliating. Or even degrading," I answered. "After I fucked your
dog? What could possibly be more humiliating?" she asked incredulously, and then
laughed loudly at that thought. "I have some so-called friends who like to play practical
jokes on me. I would love to get back at them. Up until now I haven't been too sure
how to go about it. I've had a tentative plan for some time, but I never thought I would
be able to pull it off without someone's help." Mandi was very interested. "What is it?
What is it? What do you want to do? What do you want me to do?" she entreated,
begging me to tell her my artful plans. "They hang out together at a local bar every
Saturday night. About two hundred yards behind the bar is an old fire shed. It is
primarily used for storing old equipment by the volunteer fire department. It's never
kept locked. The building has only two doors, one at either end of it. I thought it
would be a wonderful joke to lure them into the building and then somehow block off
both doors so that they couldn't get out. Now, if they knew it was me that was doing it
they would know it was just a joke and just wait for me to open the doors, but if
someone they didn't know lured them into that building and then locked the doors on
them while they were inside I'm sure they would think that they were being left to die
in there. It is very well insulated so no one could hear them calling out for help. It
doesn't even have any windows." "You want me to be the one to lure them into the
building, don't you?" she asked as if honored to be chosen. "How do I get them into
it?" I took her by her small hand and led her into the bedroom. I stood her in front of
the full-length mirror. "With this," I said. "With the most fuckable body they have ever
seen. No one could resist you, and especially not tonight!" "Oh God! Oh God! How?"
she asked, a little fearfully for the first time. "It's simple," I said. "You will look more
alluring and desirable than you have ever appeared before." "You want me to look like
a_ _ ___ ____..." I cut her off. "A Slut! Yes, a sleazy slut. A beautiful sexy slut that is
ready for any kind of action," I said staring meaningfully into her eyes. "Will you do
this for me? Will you obey my commands?" "Yes, Master," she said simply. "I'll do
anything you want. Tell me what to do. I trust you with my life." "We will park the
truck behind the fire shed, just outside the far door. I will enter the bar first. I don't
want anyone to realize that we are together. You will come into the bar after me. Then I
will secretly point out my friends to you. You will use your charms to lure them
outside and into the old building. You will run through the front door and then escape
quietly out the back door, where I will be waiting for you in the truck. I will block the
door once you come out of it. You will wait for me in the truck while I then go around
and block the front door. And then we will come back here and fuck till the dawn," I
said smiling at her. "How do I get them to follow me into the building?" she asked
naively trusting me. She was going along with my plan more easily than I had ever
imagined she would! However, I didn't want her to see my excitement. "Flirt with
them. Sit with them. Drink with them. Let them touch you. Dance with them. In other
words, make them think that what you want is to fuck all of them," I answered. "How
many men are there?" she asked eyes wide, and rather startled. "There are usually four
or five of them together at the bar," I answered. "Oh. Good. I thought there might be a
lot more," she said a relieved tone apparent in her voice. I waited on the couch for
Mandi to shower and prepare herself for that evening's role. I had told her that I
wanted to a preview of what she would look like. When she finally walked out into the
living room, I could feel the heat swelling up in my groin. She had let her hair down
and combed it across her face. She was wearing her same short black skirt, but now
she had it hiked up even further. The hem was now about six inches above her knees
revealing a beautiful pair of shapely legs. She was wearing her white see-through
blouse. She wore no bra and her dark nipples were clearly showing. I summoned her
to me. Like a good slave she stood motionless before me. I undid two more buttons on
her blouse till it was open almost to her waist. "Are you sure?" she asked nervously.
"Trust me. You do trust me don't you?" I asked looking into her uncertain face. "Yes
Master. I trust you with my life," she answered. I smiled reassuringly at her as I ran
my hands up her smooth naked legs until they came to rest at the waistband of her
panties. I hooked my fingers underneath the taut waistband and pulled them down to
her knees. "You won't be needing these tonight," I said smiling. Mandi lifted her feet
one at a time as she slipped out of her panties. When we arrived at the fire shed I
parked the truck behind it. I leaned over and kissed her. At the same time I slid my
fingers up under her skirt. Her cunt was soaking already. The bitch was on fire. "You
are really looking forward to this aren't you?" I asked. "Yes Master. I am very excited.
I thought that I would be scared to death, but I'm not. I know that you will be looking
after me," she answered. "I'm going to look after you all right," I thought smiling to
myself. To her I said "Wait five minutes and then come on into the bar. I will point out
my friends to you then. After that it's all up to you. I will be watching; waiting
patiently in the truck. Take your time. Make sure that they are really horny and hot for
you before you leave," I cautioned her. As I entered the bar I was pleased to see that it
was packed full of guys. I had only patronized this bar once before. Most of the
patrons were natives from a local reserve. As I looked around the bar I was pleased
that there was no one present I recognized. I quickly scanned the different groups of
men sitting around the tables. I didn't see any women at all in the bar. Just a bunch of
very drunk Indians. There was a table at the back that had six young bucks sitting
around it. I had just decided that they would be the lucky ones when I saw Mandi walk
into the bar. For a moment I wondered if she would go through with the plan, but then
I saw her remove her coat. All eyes were on her as she sat down. "I'll have a glass of
red wine," I heard her telling the bartender. When our eyes met I discreetly pointed at
the six men still sitting at the back of the bar. Mandi gave me a quick knowing smile.
She rose languidly from her chair and walked seductively to the jukebox. She bent
forward peering intently into the index of the jukebox. She kept bending further and
further forward until she heard one of the young bucks drop his beer on the floor. That
must have been her signal that they could finally see that she had no panties on. I could
hear them talking rapidly among themselves. They were becoming very excited. I
honestly hadn't thought she had it in her to flash her pussy at them so quickly. She
danced over beside the men asking them if someone could spare a quarter for the
jukebox. They all jumped up and offered her the money. She was dancing beside the
blaring jukebox when one of the young bucks asked if he could dance with her. They
danced very slowly in front of all the other men. He started kissing her and his hands
disappeared under her skirt. Mandi sure didn't push his hands away. Everyone could
tell that his fingers were right on her cunt. The crowd was going wild. They all wanted
a piece of her. I knew that it wasn't going to be long before these men were completely
out of control. I decided it was time to leave and prepare for the upcoming show. I
walked down to the old building and went in through the front door. The building was
cold, damp, and dark inside. I strolled through to the back door and pushed it open
easily. My truck was waiting there for me. I took two large pieces of lumber from the
truck bed and placed them against the door. I pulled on the door, testing it, trying to
open it. It wouldn't budge an inch. I got back into my truck. I drove around the
building and up the hill parking on the other side of the street, right across from the
bar. I killed the shining headlights. I had to wait only twenty minutes or so before I
spotted Mandi suddenly bolting out of the bar. She must have let things get a little out
of control in there. She was running towards the old building with no shoes on her
feet. She had left her coat in the bar as well. Her blouse was now gaping wide open.
Her naked breasts were bouncing wildly as she ran. She had only a few seconds head
start before the next person ran out of the bar. It was the same young buck I had last
seen her dancing with. As I watched her running for the building I could see a steady
stream of men pouring out of the bar behind her. She yanked the front door open and
ran into the darkened building. The door slammed loudly behind her. I counted the
number of men that were following her. "Fifteen! Fifteen! Holy Fuck, there were
fifteen guys now chasing her," I thought to myself. Three of them had already entered
the building. I tried to imagine what was happening inside the buildind now. Mandi
must have reached the back door by now only to find it jammed shut. She would
probably be turning around to see the men closing in on her. She would be screaming
for me to help her. She would be begging the men to let her go. I watched as the last
man entered the building. And then everything went silent. As I looked out over the
moonlight night everything seemed so peaceful. How could anyone imagine what was
happening inside that old deserted building? How could anyone possibly know there
were fifteen drunken Indians and my lovely Mandi inside that building. After almost
half an hour spent staring at the dark silent building I was beginning to wonder what
was happening inside it. There hadn't been a single sign of life from it. Just as I was
about to get out of my truck and venture down I saw the front door opening. Two of
the older men were coming out. They lit their cigarettes and started talking and
laughing together as they walked up the trail towards the bar. "I guess those two older
guys have had just about all they can take," I thought chuckling to myself. The men
opened the door of one of the trucks parked in front of the bar. They began to take out
armloads of bottles. Then they turned away and started walking back to the old
building. As they walked past me I could see they were each carrying bottles of
whiskey. They strode through the old door with their many bottles clutched to their
chests. I had suffered enough. I opened my glove box and pulled out a box of
Kleenex. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my swollen intensely throbbing cock. I
wrapped several sheets of Kleenex around its head and slowly began stroking it. I was
trying to imagine what must be happening to Mandi right now. The thought of fifteen
drunken Indians ravishing her body was more than I could take. I was filling the
Kleenex with my cum within seconds, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I
couldn't stop myself. I rolled down my window to get some fresh air. My heart was
pounding like a hammer. I threw the Kleenex out of the window. I watched as steam
lifted from it in the cold air. I kept looking at my watch checking to see how long it had
been since they first entered the building. Mandi had been in that building for over an
hour. I wondered what her cunt must feel like now. I wondered if it was still laughing.
For that matter I wondered if she was still alive. I hoped she was, I didn't want it to
end too quickly. I assumed that she was still alive. Fifteen drunken Indians couldn't be
in there with a dead body. She was still alive and she was getting exactly what she
deserved. I saw five guys come out of the building. They were laughing and making
obscene gestures at each other. Two of the men left the group. They went to their
trucks and drove away. The other three went back into the building again. "Now there
are only thirteen guys left for poor Mandi to party with," I chuckled rudely to myself.
For the next few hours I saw several men come and go from the building. Take a piss,
have a smoke and return to the building. It had been almost four hours now; it was
3:00 AM. The door opened once more and a bunch of guys began to pile out. I
counted twelve of them that walked up the hill to their cars and leave. Had I counted
wrong initially? Had there been only fourteen guys with her all along? Or was there
still someone inside with her? I waited almost another half hour before I finally decided
to go down and look for myself. Just as I stepped out of the truck I saw the door
opening. The young buck that she had originally been dancing with was the one who
came out. As he was passing by he looked up and saw me standing beside my truck.
"Are you going back in there for some more cunt?" he asked thinking that I was one of
his drunken friends. "There isn't much left of her now," he said to me gloating as he
held up a large clump of hair in one hand and waved a hunting knife in the other.
"Sorry brother. I didn't know anyone wanted more of her." Holy fuck! He had
scalped her. Fuck, this was just too good to be true! I couldn't wait to see what was
left of her. My imagination was running wild as I walked up to the door. Was she
dismembered? Did they slit open her guts? I couldn't wait to see the mess. When I
went inside the first thing that hit me was the stink. I couldn't believe how bad it
smelled in there. What really amazed me was how warm it was in there now. I found
Mandi all spread out lying silently on a pile of firefighters' jackets. I trained the beam
of my flashlight on her. I couldn't believe the amount of cum she was wearing all over
her body. She was spread wide open. It looked like she was dead. Then I could see
that her chest was still moving. She was still alive. The funny part was that she didn't
really look all that bad. Just filthy, and covered in cum. "I guess Indians have different
ideas about raping a cunt than we white guys do. "If it had been fifteen white guys
with her there wouldn't be anything left of her," I thought laughing quietly to myself. I
was kind of pleased that she wasn't dead. It meant that I would be able to continue
with the games. I looked her over as closely as I could. She didn't seem to have any
cuts. She still had all her teeth. Her hair had been cut off, but her scalp hadn't been
touched. I picked her up into my arms. She was a slimy stinky mess. I carried her over
to my truck. I wasn't going to let that cum soaked bitch ride up front in the cab with
me. I threw her over the side into the truck bed. It was only half an hour ride to my
home. She had enough cum on her to keep her warm till we got there. When we got
home I looked into the truck bed. She still wasn't moving. I decided to leave her there
until I got the table in the barn all prepared for her. When I came back I saw that Billy
had jumped into the bed with her. He was licking the cum from her cunt. "Get the fuck
away from her. You will make yourself sick," I yelled at him. I picked Mandi up and
carried her over to the barn. I stood her at the edge of the table and pushed her over
backwards onto it. I spread her arms out over her head and strapped them to the far
corners of the table. I spread her legs wide apart and secured her ankles to the opposite
sides of the table. Her cunt was being pushed out and up by the edge of the table. I
turned the hose on her and began to hose her body off. I could see that her body was
covered with bruises. Her cunt was swollen and bright red. It looked so pathetic. And
it wasn't laughing anymore. Mandi didn't seem to realize that she was strapped to the
table that I used for butchering animals. The urge again came over me to go and get my
knives out and cut her into little pieces. "Why not? What else was she good for," I
thought to myself as I looked down at her battered cunt. I placed my case of knives on
the table and opened it. I looked down at her wondering just where to begin. Her cunt
was still looking back up at me. Was it laughing again? I looked through my selection
of knives. Which one should I start with? There was very little that I enjoyed more
than skinning a living creature. I decided to use my smallest knife. I didn't trust myself
with one of the larger ones. I wanted it to go slowly. I waved the blade in front of her
face. Something was definitely wrong with her. She wasn't reacting to me at all. I
placed the tip of the blade just under her left nipple and slowly pushed it in. It
disappeared under her breast. Mandi didn't make a sound. Slowly I drew the blade
across the bottom of her nipple. She laid silently, just as if I wasn't doing anything to
her. Blood was running from her nipple down her belly. It ran around her pubic bone
and between her cunt lips. It was dripping onto the floor. Just one more push of my
blade and her nipple would be mine. It really bothered me when messy blood got all
over the floor. I withdrew the knife from her breast and got a bucket to collect the
blood. I placed the bucket on the floor between her legs. Blood was going drip, drip,
drip, into the bucket. "Did those bad men hurt you Master?" I heard her pitiful voice
saying. "They didn't hurt you, did they Master?, I would die if they hurt you." She
seemed to have no idea of where she was or what was now happening to her. She was
in her own little world. I picked up the knife again. "Before this night is over I'm
going to cut you into little pieces," I said smiling down at her. "That's nice Master. I'm
glad you are okay," she replied smiling up at me. "That cunt is laughing at me again," I
thought to myself. I looked down at her spread out legs. "It's that clit doing all the
laughing," I said aloud. "It's always hiding beneath its hood." I spread the lips of her
pussy and lifted the skin over her clit. "I know what you need," I said. I pulled up on
her hood. I put the edge of the blade just underneath it. I began to slowly move the
blade upward about an inch and a half. Then I slid the blade across another inch. I
slowly drew the blade down the other side until a large flap of loose skin dropped into
my hand. I looked into her face. There was a look of confusion in her eyes. She knew
that something had just happened, but she wasn't sure what it was. "I have just
circumcised you. Now your clit can never hide from me again," I said laughing at her.
I held the flap of skin up for her to see. She stared blankly at it. I began to flick her
exposed raw clit with my finger. Mandi grunted a few times but there was no real
reaction. The skin from under her severed hood was bleeding profusely. There was
almost a steady stream of blood running into the bucket. Suddenly I felt very tired and
bored. I missed the screaming, the begging I had expected. Mandi wasn't playing the
game by the rules. I cleaned off my knife returning it to the case. I was still holding the
flap of skin I had cut from her cunt. I put it into my mouth and lovingly rolled it
around on my tongue. It tasted exactly like her. I began to chew, feeling its rubbery
texture. The taste was wonderful. The flavor of her cunt was exploding in my mouth. I
swallowed it. I left Mandi strapped to the table, dripping blood into the bucket as I
walked from the barn. "Maybe she will be a little more responsive in the morning," I
thought as I returned to the house. Daylight was already upon me. I looked at my
watch. It was 6:30 a.m. I decided to drink some coffee before I turned in. As I was
drinking my coffee I noticed Mandi's bag still on the floor beside me. I decided to take
another look through it. The first thing that appeared before my face was the story
written by her friend Heather. I decided to read a little more of the story before turning
in. Before I realized it two hours had gone by. I read the last chapter of her story
several times. It was totally outrageous. I could understand how they had become
friends. It gave me ideas that I had never thought of before. Heather had written about
a fetish called [B.A.T.S.]. Its initials meant 'Burning at the Stake.' "What a beautiful
way to end my relationship with Mandi," I thought to myself. Heather had taught me a
new game. I wondered how popular it really was. I laid down on the couch and didn't
wake up until 4:30 p.m. By the time I had more coffee and changed my clothes it was
almost 6 p.m. I decided to go out to the barn and see how she was doing. When I
turned the light on in the barn her eyes popped open. "Bruce! What is happening? Why
am I strapped down here? Please let me go. I hurt so much," she begged. My little cunt
was aware of her surroundings again. "I read your friend's story this morning," I said
to her. "I really liked the ending the most. The part about [BATS]." "That's her
fantasy. Not mine," she pleaded, her voice rising loudly. "Admit it," I said. "You are
Heather, aren't you? You wrote that story, didn't you?" I laughed. "Please, Oh,
Please, No! It's not me. I'm not Heather!" she begged. I was just playing with her. I
knew she wasn't Heather. Mandi wrote okay stories. Heather was a pro. There was no
comparison to their writings. I looked into the bucket on the floor. She had bled easily
a good quart of blood into it. She would be very weak from the loss of blood. The
thought of her offering no resistance pleased me. "We have a long way to drive," I
said as I removed the restraints from her arms. She crumpled into a pile at my feet.
"We are going to take a drive to my hunting cabin. It's very peaceful there." I threw a
blanket over her, wrapping her up in it. I then picked her up and carried her over to my
truck. I opened the passenger door and dumped her inside. For a moment, a slight fear
came over me. What would I say if a highway patrol car stopped me. I guessed I
would just be dead meat. I roared off down the highway. It was already starting to get
dark. Mandi complained all the way there. She kept blubbering about being good and
not wanting to die. She just wouldn't shut up. I couldn't wait to get to the cabin. It
was almost ten p.m. when we arrived at the cabin. There was no place more peaceful
and quiet than my Daddy's hunting cabin. He built it when I was five years old. We
used to come here every year, hunting black bear until one day a black bear killed him.
"My dad built the perfect device for skinning black bears," I said to Mandi. "It's
simple but effective. Just a big steel pipe buried in the ground with a pulley on the top
and a long steel cable attached to it." She hadn't heard a word I had said. She was
rolled into a ball, fast asleep. It was very cold outside. She would be just about frozen
before Heather's game was underway. I wondered if she might appreciate the game a
little bit more because of that. I decided to leave her in the truck while I got everything
ready for her. The pole, cable, and pulley, were still in place. I tied one end of the
cable to the front bumper of the truck. The other end looped over the pulley at the top
of the pole and was dangling onto the ground. Next, I went over to the woodshed and
began filling the wheelbarrow up with wood. I made several trips back and forth from
the woodshed to the pole. "I hope Mandi appreciates the nice pile of wood I have made
for her," I thought laughing to myself. It was a pile about four feet high up the pole
and the same distance outward all the way around it. The wood was maple that I had
cut almost two years ago. I could just look at it and it would burn. My heart was
pounding wildly. I looked up into the sky. The moon and stars had vanished. Mother
Nature was cooperating tonight, just like she did every night at this time of year. The
mist from a nearby lake was drifting in over us. Soon it would be hard to see more
than fifty feet. The mist rolled in like a giant cloud over us. "This is going to be
perfect," I thought. "The light won't travel more than a hundred feet. Mandi and I can
play in total privacy." I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as I walked towards
the truck. I opened the passenger door. Mandi was still sleeping. I reached in and
grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her out of the truck. She fell to the ground with a
thump, letting out a howl from the pain. I dragged her along the ground towards the
woodpile. I could have stopped and let her stand up to walk but I felt so much more
powerful doing it this way. I dragged her up to the pile and dropped her beside the
pole. "Please Bruce, it's so cold. Please give me something to wear. I'll freeze to death
like this," she begged. I could hardly hear her words as I picked up the end of the
cable. I grabbed her hands and placed them together. I began wrapping the cable
around her wrists. I must have wrapped the cable more than twenty times before I
stopped. I could see her hands were already turning blue. "It's too tight. I can't feel
my hands," she sobbed. "Please Bruce, can't we go into the cabin? Please? I'll be
good. I'll do anything you want. Please let me go, please!" Mandi had no idea how
much her begging was exciting me. It was the reason why I did this with women; to
hear them beg for mercy. She was playing the game perfectly now. I walked back to
the truck and started up the engine and began backing up the truck. As the cable drew
tighter around Mandi's wrists she began to scream. She screamed the entire time the
cable pulled her up the pole. I stopped the truck when I saw her feet dangling just
above the woodpile. Her body was glistening white as snow in the brightly lit
headlights of the truck. I left the headlights shining on her naked body. I went to the
shed for a five-gallon can of kerosene. I soaked the wood all around the perimeter of
the pole. I didn't put any kerosene close to her struggling body. I didn't want the
whole thing to flare up into a huge blaze that was out of control. We had all the time in
the world. I saw that Mandi was kicking the pole with the back of her heels. They
were already beginning to bleed. That won't do," I thought to myself. "I'll have to do
something about that." I quickly cut a green branch from a nearby Alder tree. It was
almost six feet long. I climbed the pile to where she was hanging. I could hear her
voice pleading with me. She was sobbing and begging, but I couldn't hear her words.
Her sobbing and pleading filled me with renewed energy and desire. I tied one of her
ankles to an end of the Alder branch and her other ankle to the opposite end of it. Now
she looked more beautiful than ever. Her legs were spread so wide that it looked like
she was doing the splits for some demented cheer. The pressure from her legs being
spread so wide caused her circumcision to start bleeding again. Her cunt was glowing
bright red in the lights from the truck. I placed my fingers between the lips of her
pussy. They slid into her with no resistance. "Please. Please take me down; please let
me go. Please take me into the cabin and make love to me. I want you inside me
Bruce. Please let me down," she pleaded. For some reason I could hear her words
again. I didn't like that. And then I realized why. My cock was swollen and throbbing
wildly in my pants. I desperately needed her cunt. I looked into her eyes. They were
pouring out tears and pleading with me just the same as her voice was doing. "Oh
well, all right. Just one more time," I said, smiling deceptively back at her. I saw a
swift and fleeting look of relief come over her frightened face. It wasn't there for long.
I opened my fly and released my throbbing cock. The cold night air felt wonderful on
my heated flesh. I could feel it twitching from the icy cold. My standing upon the
woodpile right in front of Mandi made her the perfect height for my purpose. Her legs
were spread wide and her pussy was well lubricated by the blood still slowly dripping
from her clit. I held my cock in my hands positioning it between her lips. I thrust
forward as hard as I could. I felt it bury itself deep inside her. I heard a loud ringing
sound; almost like a bell. I realized it was her spine slamming up against the steel pole.
There was nowhere for her to go except right into the pole. Her spine was making it
ring like a giant bell. I slammed into her harder and harder, trying to make it ring even
louder. I was having so much fun. Only her screams were louder. Just as I was about
to cum I noticed her partly severed nipple from the night before. I put it into my mouth
and began to suck on it. I could taste her liquid filling my mouth. I knew that it was
her blood. I tried to imagine what it must feel like for her right then. Her spine
slamming repeatedly into the steel pole, her raw and bleeding clit grinding harder and
harder against my pubic bone. And now her nipple was about to be ripped from her
body. I bit down as hard as I could while pulling my head back. Her screams were
deafening. She didn't seem to be pausing to breathe. I could feel her nipple giving way
to my gripping teeth. In the next instant it came free of her, falling into my mouth. I
felt an unusual warmth on my face. It was blood squirting from the hole in her breast.
In the midst of all this my cock began to erupt inside of her. I could hear a roaring echo
through the trees. I realized it was me. It felt like my entire insides were exploding into
her. I was unable to remain standing any longer. I dropped to my knees. My eyes were
now level with her pussy. I could see my cum and her blood mixed together. Her cunt
wasn't laughing at me any more. It almost looked as if it were now begging for mercy.
"I'm not finished punishing you yet," I said looking directly at her cunt. "I have one
more punishment for you." I climbed down from the woodpile and stood looking up at
Mandi. She looked like a complete mess. It was time to finish the game. I had a small
bucket filled with kerosene resting on the ground beside me. A stick with a rag tied to
the end was waiting inside it. I raised the stick from the bucket and used a match to
light the rag. The flame lit up the night sky. Drops of flaming kerosene were falling to
the ground. I stood at the edge of the woodpile looking into her eyes. She still looked
beautiful. Her light skin shone against the dark night. She was looking down at me.
"No, no, please, I don't want to die. Please don't do this to me. Please, please. I am
so scared. Please stop. Please let me go," she pleaded again and again. Mandi had
been pleading steadily with me to let her go. If she only knew the truth. The only
reason I hadn't dropped the torch onto the pile of wood was because I was enjoying
her whimpering entreaties so much. At that moment I knew what it must feel like to be
a God. I had the power of life or death over her. As I slowly lowered the torch
towards the edge of the woodpile I felt the awesome feeling of power surging even
stronger within me. The torch had barely touched the wood when it sprang to life. The
fire raced rapidly around the pile joining at my feet. The entire outer edge of the pile
was now burning. I could hear the wood crackling aloud as it began to burn. I could
hear Mandi's wild cries over the sound of the burning wood. "Oh God, Oh God, I'm
so sorry," she was sobbing loudly. "The Bitch thinks God will help her," I thought
scornfully to myself. "It will be The Devil that reaches out for her." I really wished that
I had brought along a camera. "The next time I do this I'm going to have a camera or a
camcorder. This is so much fun," I thought. I could see the smoke rising into the air.
Mandi was now finding it harder to breathe. She was coughing steadily from the dense
smoke surrounding her. I stood motionless, almost unable to move as I heard her
squealing and watched her futile struggles to free herself. The smoke was now filling
her lungs. I knew the end would be here soon. The flames suddenly blazed above her
on all sides, surrounding her body. It all happened so quickly. I could only see her
through the flames now. I could see the long flames licking out at and around her. It
was as though they wanted to seduce her for themselves. I moved as closely beside her
as I dared to. I was only a few feet away. She was looking down at me. Her eyes
fixed into mine. The flames were licking between her spread legs. The fluffy hair
between her legs ignites and then is gone. The flames were greedily licking at her cunt.
It looked like they were trying to enter her. Her screams were being drowned out by
the roar of the fire. All at once her entire body seemed to turn into one big flame. The
flame danced high, reaching up into the night sky. All I could see was the flame. It
was now over. There was nothing more to do. I went back to my truck and shut off
the engine. The roar from the raging fire was deafening. I was covered in sweat. My
heart felt like a lump in my throat. "This is definitely the most wonderful night of my
life. I have never experienced such emotions before. I never knew it was even possible
to feel so wonderful," I said aloud to the night. I felt exhausted as I dragged myself
back into the dark cabin. I collapsed onto the bed. I had never felt so wonderful in my
life. I was falling into the darkness of sleep. My only thoughts were of
Mandi,,,,,Beautiful
Mandi,,,,,,,Mandi,,,,,,,,Mandi,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MANDI,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MMMM,,,,
MMMMMMM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, "I'll CALL THE DOCTOR," were the first
words I heard. I felt like I was going to be sick. My belly felt like it was being eaten by
the flames. The pain was almost unbearable. My head was throbbing. There seemed to
be hundreds of bright lights shining down on me. "Is this Heaven? It feels more like
Hell," I thought to myself. I knew that I had done some shameless things in my life,
but I never expected to go to Hell. "This certainly can't be Heaven," I thought. "I'm in
far too much pain, and I feel so sick." The words I had just heard a moment earlier still
echoed in my mind. I remembered the voice saying that it was going to call the Doctor.
I felt totally confused. All I was sure of was that I was still alive and that I wasn't tied
to the burning stake any longer but I had no idea of where I was, or why this was all
happening. "And how is my favorite patient doing?" I heard Bruce's voice saying in a
cheerful tone. "When I saw your name on the chart I couldn't believe my eyes." "What
is happening to me? I am so confused! Tell me!" I begged. "You don't remember how
you got in here, do you?" He laughed. "No wonder you're acting so strangely. You're
in the hospital. You were admitted to emergency with a ruptured appendix. I didn't get
to see you until after you had already been sedated." My eyes began to slowly see
more clearly. I then focused on the handsome Doctor standing over me. I was in the
post-operative recovery room of an unfamiliar hospital. It wasn't where I was
employed. There were strangers all about me. My mind began to clear and I began to
remember what had happened to me. I had gone downtown to buy myself a new
bathing suit. I was in the changing room taking off my clothes. I had been looking into
the mirror just before I was going to put on the bathing suit. I was admiring my slim
naked body when the pain hit me. It was as though my tummy had just burst open. I
had never felt such pain before. I remembered falling to the floor as I screamed for
help. Then everything went black. "I feel like such a fool," I sobbed as I looked up
into his soft brown eyes. "I thought that something terrible was happening to me. I
guess it was like a nightmare. It seemed so real. And you were the one that was
hurting me. Can you ever forgive me?" "When your appendix burst it released a lot of
infection into your bloodstream. It is not uncommon to experience hallucinations under
these conditions. We've pumped a lot of antibiotics into you. You should be back to
normal soon. You'll only have a small scar on your tummy. I told you that I was a
master with a scalpel." I felt like such a stupid cunt. How could I have let my
imagination run so wild. I hoped that this beautiful man standing over me didn't think
of me as a nut, now. "Do you still like me Bruce?" I asked him tremulously. "I really
think that I should be asking you that very same question," he said as he sat on the
edge of the bed. Bruce confessed that he was a doctor. He told me he was worried I
might not be comfortable with his dark side if I knew he was a doctor. I in turn,
confessed to Bruce that I was a nurse and had entertained the same fears about him.
We both had a long relieved laugh over that. "Do you remember me asking you if you
would like to go up to Canada with me?" he asked. "I own a cabin in Whistler and I
would love to have you there for a weekend." A cold chill ran down my spine as I
heard him speaking the words. I did remember him saying something about Canada in
our conversations, but I had honestly assumed it was just talk. I felt ashamed of
myself for allowing fear to invade my mind once again. It was obvious to me that my
subconscious mind had used these little bits of information to create my nightmare. I
resolutely pushed the fears aside and smiled up at Bruce. "I would love to go to
Whistler with you," I said smiling. I felt Bruce's right hand tunnel under the covers
and rest itself on my tummy. He seemed to be checking the stitches. "I have to tell you
something Mandi," he said. "When you were brought into emergency you were
completely naked. I couldn't help looking at your body. I had a lot of trouble keeping
my professional self and my personal private self separated. You are more beautiful
than I had ever dreamed you could be." I could feel the beginnings of moisture
dampening between my legs as I listened to his words. I felt his hand sliding down to
the center of my belly. Then it started to travel on down further. It slid up and over my
freshly shaven pubes. I felt him searching for my womanhood. I gasped as his fingers
started to spread apart the lips of my.......... But wait a minute...
That's another story, isn't it?

The End

I hope you enjoyed my
story. And I really hope that I haven't offended anyone. Remember, this is just
fantasy. I would love to hear from you. If you want to tell me that you enjoyed my
little story, please email me. ANGELGIRL can-angel@canada.com
ACKNOWLEDGMENT << I would like to thank my good friend, "HOLLY" for
taking pity on me and offering to Edit and Proof read this story. Without her help it
would have been quite a mess. THANK YOU HOLLY. Comments are welcome :)

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