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File ÝßÜ Ý ÜÝ ÝßÝÜÝ Written August 3rd, 1992
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Presents
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"A Clockwork Banana"
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Chessman
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The big breasted blond bounced into his office with his coffee about
15 minutes after he had sent her out to get it. He looked at his watch,
annoyed with her lateness, but he was soon distracted by her long slim legs
and her heavy breasts as she leaned over his desk. They were incredible.
At least ten pounds a piece, if not more. He followed them as they bounced
and jiggled around in her loose fitting bra. He imagined himself burying
his face in them as his penis was forced in and out of her tight pussy.
He could almost hear her cries of ecstacy and her unrelenting moans and
groans.
The blond also had thoughts of him. She would have loved to look
at his penis. One of her co-workers had sworn it was the biggest one she
had ever seen. That's what really intrigued her. She would hold it rigid
with both hands, her long slim fingers wrapped tightly around it ,
slowly pulling the skin back. Little by little she would move her hands
faster until she was masturbating him. She would kneel between his legs,
occasionally applying her tongue, and she would watch his face. She loved
to watch her mens' faces as they were brought into orgasm. They looked like
animals for those few moments, total crazed-out lovely animals that belonged
in zoos, or in trees a million years ago. There was a sense of danger at
these moments, this turned her on more than anything else. She dreamed of
being on top of a wild animal grunting and groaning underneath her. It
drove her crazy with desire, and when they finally came she would watch it
shoot out of them, and she would usually come herself as she put her head
down and wiped the sperm all over her face, her eyes, her breasts. For those
few moments she was an animal too, and when it was over she would lie down,
sperm running down her face, her legs spread wide open, and let them do
whatever they wanted.
She finished pouring the coffee, and she peeked over the end of the
desk. She was happy to see an erection shaping in his khaki pants. She
looked back into his face and smiled. He smiled back and he reached for
her blouse. Soon it was off along with her bra and her skirt. He fucked her like a wild animal, unrelenting and violently erotic.
It was the most incredible experience of his life. He loved it so much he
decided he wanted to have it everyday.
While she was congradulating him on his incredible performance,
he reached around into his desk for his letter opener. With a growl of a
crazed animal he lunged at her face, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
She was satisfied and sleepy and utterly defenseless. A blow caught her
cheek, another an eye, then her nose, her mouth. In seconds she lay still,
beaten unconscious by the savage assault. The blood that now flowed from
all over her body excited him. With fingers he smeared it all over his
chest and shoulders and arms. He felt like a savage. Grunting, he forced
the woman's mouth open as ribbons of discolored mucous gushed out. Giggling
now, his body streaked with red, his maddened eyes mere dots of flamed
desire, he plunged his penis into the pool of blood. The sensation was
electric, and his mind instantly forged a pleasure connection between the
blood on her face and his hardened lust. His thoughts raced ahead to future
connections as his hand moved her head in a rhythmic motion. The blood
flowed freely from her wounded mouth, and what remained eventually came to
mingle with his spent passion.
After he had completed his crazed sexual assualt, he went to work
with the letter opener. First using his thighs he pried open her legs,
and examined her privates. They had not been damaged at all in their
little skirmish and come seemed to still be pouring out of it. He smiled.
Then he went to work with the letter opener. He dug it deep into side of
her genitals and started to saw them out. More blood flowed out of her and
it seemed to turn him on even more. He shoved the letter opener deeper and
deeper until he hit bone. Soon he was finished, and he wrapped what he had
removed in a section from an old newspaper. He thought about leaving with
just the chunk he had taken out but then he got a better idea. He wanted
her breats on his mantle. He thought it would make an incredible trophy.
In fact when his reign of terror was finally over he had a case full of
dismembered breasts, but all of that came later. Now he had his first trophy
and he was proud of it.
To Be Continued...
Memento Mori
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