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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ Contains: mf, pedo, bd, rape, snuff@END_FILE_ID.DIZ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Another Exciting Adult Text File From: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM [[[[[[[ [[ [[ [[ [[ \[[[[[\ [[[[[[\ \[[[[[[ [[[[[[\ ^[] [[\\\[[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[\\\\ [[ [[ ^[] [[___[[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[ [[____ [[[[[[ ^[] [[ [[ _[[[[[_ [[ [[ [[[[[[_ _[[[[[[ [[ _[[ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM They said lightning only strikes once. They were wrong. Where there's THUNDER...there's LIGHTNING! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WARNING: This text file contains material of an adult, explicit, possibly VIOLENT sexual nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this kind, please delete this file immediately. Under no circumstances is this file to be read or poessessed by persons under 21 years of age. --------------------------------------------------------- BBS Filename: Sisrape 12--The Killing Time Lewdness Level: Extreme Classifiction: Youngstuff/violent --------------------------------------------------------- SISTER RAPE By Thunder Chapter 12--The Killing Time Thunder Park had been built back in the 30s, a quiet, tree-lined park sporting a huge lake and acres of walking paths. Originally intended as a place for families, it had quickly fallen over the years into the hands of the seemier members of society, due in large part to a lack of police to patrol it. Julie got off the bus at the park's entrance, ignoring the stare of a wino who leaned against the wrought iron fence, sipping booze from a bottle in a paper bag. Once or twice in the park wino's had raped or molested her; it was no pleasant, given their awful smell and unwashed bodies, but with the way her life was going, it was just something she accepted as part of things. For Julie, there was no future--just the present. A year ago she'd thought differently, but over time she'd come to realize her predicament, and there was no way out of it. So rather than fight, she'd given in. She allowed the abuse to happen, aggravated and asked for it, in fact, because it had become her life. Not much of a life, but a life at any rate. The park was fairly empty today; most people avoided it even by day, given that one could expect to be mugged or worse at any given time. That made it an ideal place for her to wander in search of a rapist--the trouble was, most rapists were pretty suspicious of such a young girl roaming the park, given it's reputation, and usually avoided her, expecting to have cops show up the minute they grabbed her. That wouldn't be the case today, of course; thanks to Brad's having arranged this one. It wasn't as much fun as having it spontaneously happen, but it was something, at least. Wandering deeper into the park, she saw less and less of anyone around, even winos. A squirrel scampered across her path, then disappeared into the bushes. For the first time, she noticed the oppressive silence. The woods, normally teeming with animal noises, had gone silent. She suddenly felt incredibly alone...and incredibly scared. Something crunched off to her right. She turned to look, but saw nothing. She shivered a little as a chill crept up her spine. She felt like she was being watched, and it was a sinister feeling, something that went way past any of the excitement she'd been feeling. She continued on, anyway, the feeling staying with her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement several times, but when she stopped to look, it was gone. Now her anticipation of being picked up and rape fled, and she just wanted to get clear of the park. There was something in those woods, something evil, and it was after her. She ran. Whatever was in the woods moved with her, just a blurry shadow in the dim shade, no longer trying to keep silent. Julie ran as fast and hard as she could, determined to keep ahead of it. Rounding a bend in the path, she spotted the park's other entrance up ahead. If she could just make it... She never saw him step out until it was too late. Stumbling, she tried to halt, but he was right there, moving out of the trees like a shadow. A man, she thought, in a long coat. Only this was no man. Where his head should have been was a skull, a bare, grinning skull--with two black, empty eye sockets. Even as she opened her mouth to scream he had her, grabbing her shoulder and pressing a chloroform soaked cloth over her face... xxx For the third time that morning, the phone rang and Jimmy Cault picked it up. "Yeah, they weren't too happy, but they'll have to like it", Jimmy said, answering the question he was asked. "Oh! Hey, yeah! Another hundred grand? Shit, I don't even need that to go do that little cunt! Yeah, I'll get a bunch of us and go over right now! Sure thing, Mr. H!" He hung up the phone and let out a whoop of triumph. Maybe he wouldn't get Julie, but he was going to get little Brandi! xxx The Roberts household was quiet, the silence broken only the the occasionally click and whir of the refrigerator and the hum of the air conditioner. Little Brandi Roberts sat on the couch, a teddy bear tucked under one arm. The TV was on in front of her, the volume turned down. She stared at it without seeing, deeply lost in her own thoughts, memories of the awful training she'd gone through only a year before. Memories that haunted her every day and threatened to drive the small girl out of her mind. Brandi wore the same outfit her sister had--the twins always dressed alike. But while Brianna actively sought to get raped, Brandi chose to hide at home and avoid it when possible. The ringing of the doorbell brought her back to reality. Brandi didn't want to answer it, but the choice wasn't hers. If it was somebody Mark had sent to hurt her, she had to let them in. Otherwise, Mark himself would see to it she suffered for not doing as he wanted. Four men stood on the front porch, all young men, not much older than Mark. "Hi, what's your name?", one asked. "Brandi", Brandi answered, wanting to slam the door but was too afraid Mark had sent them. "You all alone, babe?" Brandi nodded. Suddenly he had her, one hand over her mouth, and he was lifting her with his other arm. The men stepped in and shut the door, locking it behind them, as Brandi squirmed in the man's grasp. "See? I told you she's home by herself a lot. So we got lots of time", one man said. They carried her up to the bedroom she shared with Brianna and pushed her face down on the bed. First her hands were bound, then her panties ripped off and stuffed in her mouth, then she was gagged more appropriately. Flipping the girl over, one man straddled her squirming body, then slapped her face hard, making her cry harder and lay still. "She's got too much clothes on for such a hot day", he said, then promptly ripped her sweater and blouse open, and ripped her skirt off. He plunged into the helpless girl, each stroke burning as he fucked her dry cunt. Lips and tongues caressed her bare nipples and soft little neck as the other three rapists went to work joining in. One after another they took turns on her, until their cum was leaking out of her abused pussy. Then they rose, one after the other, and without even glancing back, turned and left the house, leaving the child bound and sobbing on the bed... As if leaving her to some other fate. xxx Little April slowly came awake. At first she felt groggy, but that soon passed; still, she couldn't open her eyes. She realized quickly she'd been blindfolded, and bound and gagged as well. Momentarily panicked, she soon relaxed, having learned from experience there was nothing to be done about it. A voice whispered in her ear. Soft. Hollow. Emotionless. It made her shudder. "Well now, are we awake?" April nodded slowly. "Well, I suppose that's good. Maybe not. Either way, it no longer matters. What matters is that I am here and you are here. And it is time for you pain to end." April stiffened. She didn't like the sound of that. "I promise, it won't hurt. Just a little prick is all. You were the most innocent of them all. You lost the most. I can sympathize with that. Now just lie still. This will only hurt a second. Then you'll go to sleep, and never wake up again." April whimpered and began to struggle. She felt something stick her in the thigh, something sharp. In seconds, she became very sleepy, the world around her fading out. A few seconds after that she went still, drifting off into a slumber from which she'd never awaken... Death leaned over the child, and was satisfied. The first was done. Her suffering was over. The Killing Time had begun. xxx Brandi squirmed on the bed, unable to get free of the ropes. The footsteps approached her door, then stopped. Slowly the knob turned. Brandi watched hopefully, praying it was someone come to rescue her. Then she screamed as Death swept into the room. He moved swiftly over to the child, climbing on top of her, straddling her small form and pinning her down. Without a word, he pulled the pillow out from under her head, and only then did he speak. Four words in a voice that echoed with a hollow, emotionless chill. "Time to die, Brandi." Then he pressed the pillow over her face. Brandi squirmed under the hot, suffocating blackness of the pillow, gradually losing awareness of Death on her, of the pillow itself, then of her own self... Several minutes after the girl stopped squirming, Death lifted the pillow. He reached out to touch her neck, then drew his hand away from her lifeless body. xxx Brianna could hardly wait to meet her "secret" pal. She knew it was a man--he'd told her so. She'd met him on the computer, and he'd told her things, lots of things, that he wanted to do if he met her. Things she liked, like tying her up and raping her. She'd played innocent, of course, which wasn't hard, and he'd finally arranged for her to meet him at the mall parking lot. Brianna giggled, thinking of how much she knew that he didn't know she knew. One thing that sounded exciting was the snuff film he said they'd make. Brianna had NO idea what it was, but he assured her it was more fun than the rest of the stuff, and that sounded pretty good to her young, twisted mind. The instructions he'd given Brianna were simple--get in the car and put the blindfold on. She found the car easily--he'd given her the license plate--and climbed in front. The blindfold was on the seat, and she tied it over her eyes and sat back to wait. It wasn't long before she heard the driver's door open. She turned to him, and his hand pressed over her mouth, holding a smelly cloth to her face. It wasn't more than a few seconds before she passed out... xxx Julie slowly came to. Her first impression was of cool darkness, and the smell of must. Rapidly she gained other understandings, like the fact that her body was bound, and she was tightly gagged. As her vision cleared, she could make out shapes: a bicycle tire, boxes, a washing machine. She was laying on a cold, hard floor that gave her chills. Then she realized where she was. Home. In her own basement. And then a skull popped into view over her. She screamed, but with the gag, it was pathetic, almost mute. Death leaned over her, and spoke, his smile never changing, jaw never moving. "Once, Julie Roberts, you were a good child. Sweet, kind, innocent. Once I might have left you be. But you have changed. You have become the worst of the lot. You seek what the others hate. You crave the taste of violence. You are no longer pure, Julie Roberts, and no longer fit to be a part of this earth." Julie trembled. She didn't like the sound of those last words. Death stood up. "I have thought long and hard on this, Julie Roberts. You are still a child in body, but no longer in mind, not entirely unlike your sisters. Yet they, in some sense, remained children, suffering children. Their ends were ones of relative peace. Yours will not be." He turned and stared down at her. "I sentence you to die by hanging, Julie Roberts." Julie screamed and struggled frantically, but she was like a fly in a web and Death was the spider. Grabbing her by the throat, he yanked her to her feet and dragged her to a nearby chair, above which a rope had been suspended... xxx Brianna wasn't sure how long she'd been in the back seat of the car. Bound, gagged and blindfolded, she could do nothing but lie there and whimper or listen. And there wasn't much to hear except the hum of the motor and the hiss of the air conditioner. The car had stopped only a little while ago, and the air in the car had quickly grown hot. She'd heard the trunk open and close, then there had been only silence. Her "secret" man hadn't spoken to her once yet. He hadn't even touched her. In her short time of life, she'd never quite been through anything like this. And it scared her. The rear door opened. A pair of hands slid under her and lifted her. She was being carried now, through a door. All was quiet...yet she smelled a familiar smell. She just couldn't place it. He continued to carry her. Up a flight of steps. Through another door. Then he was laying her down on something soft. A bed. The blindfold came off. Brianna looked around her and gasped. She was in her own room! Her sister lay on the opposite bed, a pillow over her face. She was almost naked, and not moving at all. "Look at me", a voice, hollow, cold, said to her. "Look." Brianna turned her head and let out a muffled scream at the sight of the skeletal face. A gloved hand clamped down over her mouth, further silencing her. "Be quiet", he told her flatly, his other hand moving down under her skirt, yanking her panties down. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a silencer-equippmed pistol. "I'm going to shoot you...right here", Death cooed, pushing the gun up inside Brianna's little cunt. The girl furiously shook her head. She didn't want to be shot there! He continued to probe her with the gun, raping her with it now. Scared as she was, she got excited. Her little mind was going around the bend with the sensations it was giving her. "No, you're much too little to die this way", he told her. "I have a better idea." He pulled the gun out and sat it on the bed next to her. Suddenly his hands were at her throat, squeezing. Brianna struggled, but given her small size, she was no match for him. In only a matter of minutes she went still. xxx It was nearly three by the time Marianne got loose. After raping her, the robber had cleaned out the register. Stumbling out to the counter, she slammed the drawer closed and fought back a sob. The robber had locked the door and put up the closed sign, and Marianne wasn't about to put it back. She wanted to go home now, take a shower, and forget about today. The back door opened and shut. "Brad?", she asked fearfully, thinking the robber had come back. "Yeah, it's me", Brad called. "Oh Brad, we were robbed!", Marianne shouted, dashing into the back. She expected to see Brad standing there, looking concerned, but he wasn't. The room was empty. "Brad?" A viselike hand clamped over her mouth, and she felt the cold steel tip of a barrel press against her temple. A moment later, the side of her head exploded. xxx June had long since stopped crying. She'd spent the entire day here, locked in her bedroom closet, bound and gagged. Mark had not raped her. He had not hurt her. He had done the worst thing he could do. He'd let her own mind torture her. Hours and hours of sitting here, alone, in the darkness. Wondering what he'd do...or what he might be doing. The door opened. Mark stood over her, grinning from ear to ear. "All right mother, it's time..." xxx In the silence of midafternoon heat, before the rush hour and the press of the rat race began, Death pulled his car up to the curb and waited, watching through the tinted glass the Harris house. The street was quiet, but it had always been that way. Today, however, it seemed even more appropriate, standing against a background of gathering clouds heralding the arrival of a summer storm. How fitting. He could have ended it here, and now. But that wasn't his way. It would not do. The horror of what he had done, the total impact of it, would be wasted. No, he would bide his time. He watched the garage door open, watched Mark's car back out. On the seat beside him, a small box began to beep. For the moment, he ignored it, watching Mark turn into the street and drive past him without a second glance. Starting the engine, he pulled up into the garage and stepped out of the car. He had work to do. xxx The lid of the trunk popped open. Mark reached in and lifted his mother out, setting her on her feet. June looked around as Mark stepped behind her and began untying her hands. They were someplace out in the country, on a pothole filled paved road surrounded on all sides by fields and a few trees. Finishing her hands, Mark untied her ankles and removed her gag. "There now, does that feel better?", he asked in a mocking voice. "What are we doing out here, Mark?", June asked, her voice shaking from exhaustion and fear. "I thought you could use some exercise", Mark told her, shutting the trunk lid. "A nice walk should help." June started. "A what? You want me to walk back? We must be fifty miles from town!" "Ten would be more like it", Mark told her. "Boy, sure is hot today. I'd sure hate to be walking out in this." June looked up at the sun, already feeling thirsty. "Mark, you can't! I'll never make it." "Oh, cut the crap. You can always hitch. Besides, what's the worst that can happen? A bad sunburn? Maybe you'll get a little thirsty. Just consider it an object lesson." "Mark..." Mark leaned against the trunk and folded his arms. "What? This isn't the freakin' desert. There's lots of shade." "Your father won't like this." "Fuck him", Mark snapped. His eyes dropped to his mother's legs, and he rubbed his chin. June didn't like the look on his face. She took a step back. "Mark, what...?" "Just wondering...how well you'd walk with only one kneecap." June swallowed hard. "You wouldn't." "Oh wouldn't I?", Mark asked, pulling his gun out of his belt. "Tell you what. If you can outrun this bullet, just maybe you won't get shot." "Mark, don't--" "I'll count to three. One, two--" "Mark!" "Three!" June took off. There was no place to run, nowhere to hide. But she ran anyway, expecting to feel a bullet come boring into the back of her leg any second. But all she heard was Mark's laughter. She stopped and turned around. Mark was heading back to the car now. He was leaving her out here. "Mark, you can't leave me!", June shouted. "Oh, I can't huh? Well, just watch me!", he laughed... TO BE CONTINUED... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. 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