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PACIFIC BLUE: GANG RAPE

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Part 1

Officer Cori Macnamara was patrolling the beach with her partner tailing her

about fifty feet behind. When she saw a young hispanic man in what appeared

to be gang colors. They had been told to keep an eye out for gang activity

so she turned towards him. He took off at a run and Cori increased speed to

catch him, she thought about calling for backup but felt it would be silly

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I’m currently writing a story starring Carmella & Meadow Soprano as well as Stephanie Kramer and Heather Locklear from the old Hunter and T.J. Hooker shows respectively. I’m about 20 pages into it and it’s going good so far but what with working full time and going to school I’m not finding too much time to write so it won’t be ready for a while. If anyone wants to read the 1st 20 pages of the 1st draft, email me at and I’ll send it to you. I’m also looking for the updated version of the greatest rape story of all time, Mom’s dillemma which was updated on RPPStories in 2004. if you have it could you email it to me?

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A few notes up front: While this story is about a black mother and daughter being attacked: It is only so to try to add variety to the old theme guys fuck mom and daughter.

Please let me have feed back. Do you like the story? What about the rape for hire theme? Any objections to different race/ethnic/religious themes?

THE R GROUP—The Second Job

By Throatdagger

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The Bruner family was on its way back home from vacation, and all of them were

rather tired. Rock Bruner was proud that he had been able to finally afford

the cross-country trip that he had always promised to his family, but until

this year they had been unable to go. They had been on the go for two weeks,

had been to California and were only several hundred miles from home. Rock’s

wife Linda was in the front seat asleep, and the two teenagers, fifteen year

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The Elderly Lady

By Throatdagger

My name is Hank and I have been working in the neighborhood doing street repairs. I watched the women as they came and went during the day. I spotted an unlikely target for my fun. She was an elderly lady but she was still in great shape. She was about 5’2” and probably weighed about 110 pounds. She had short red hair and a nice set of tits for an old woman. She had great legs; although it was hard to see much above her knees as she always dressed conservatively. I decided that I was going to pay her a visit to see just how good of a fuck she was. I decided that Sunday afternoon might be a good time to have our party. I watched a couple of Sundays to see what her routine was. Some one would come by and pick her up for church. It looked like it was probably a friend and not a relative. They would drop her off after church and then just drive away. The next Sunday, I broke in through the back door and waited inside for the old gal to return. I ransacked her dresser drawer and got a pair of nylons out in case I needed to bind her. I got a knee high nylon stocking out to cover my face with. I slipped my leather biker gloves on and waited. I heard the car pull in the driveway and the door slam. I heard her friend holler “Bye Janet, see you next Sunday” as the car drove away. I pulled the nylon stocking down over my face and got my switch blade knife ready. I hid around the corner in the living room; I heard the door open and then shut.

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Interview of Jemelski’s Victims

This is a real-life horror story. It generated shocking headlines around the world. You may find many of the details of this rather disturbing. Over a period of 15 years an eccentric millionaire named John Jamelske kidnapped five teenage girls, held them captive in an underground concrete bunker he built at his home in the middle of a very nice neighborhood outside Syracuse. He raped, orally copulated and sodomized his prisoners over and over again, terrorized them with threats, electrical torture and psychological mind games.

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This is a few installments from the story Arape and Brutal at work on another boars. If you like it therecan be more. tell me.

Back in the torture chamber things had slowed down a little. Nina was on the wedge, her arms tied on her back and fastened to a pulley from the ceiling, pressing her body a little forward and putting her weight where she wanted it the least, pressing the sharp edge up her cunt, letting the vagina cheeks hang to each side. Her ankles had weights attached and she looked rather docile, the butterfly gag still in her mouth.

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My second visit to Trudy took place a few months later. After my first experience with her, I just kept on thinking about it and regularly wanking on those thoughts. So, knowing I had to visit Dusseldorf again, I phoned her.

“Is that Trudy?”

“Ja!”

“I’m Alan – I visited you some weeks ago and I’d like to make a new meeting.”

“What games do you want?”

“I would like for a combi-spiel of kaviar, sekt und anaal fick – zo - scheissen, pissen und arsch-fick zusammen.”

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As I listen to you cry out your mother’s name I can’t help but wonder what must be going through your little mind. Do you worry about where might she have gone? Forgotten, left alone in this large house all by your little self? Or are you afraid of just being alone? Do you get nervous when mommy runs into another room because she forgot something in it leaving you in an empty room if only for a moment? With tears streaming down your face, you frantically look around as if mommy will magically appear out of thin air. Dare you look for her yourself in this now cold, very empty feeling house? The strange sounds you are hearing are growing louder, but you draw upon the memories of your mommy telling you not to be afraid that it’s just the house settling. You’re too young to know about ambient noise sweetheart, but either way it doesn’t matter because you are definitely hearing something right now. What was once seemingly mixed in with the backround noise is now its own distinct sound…my breathing. Getting heavier and heavier the closer you decide to venture into your mommy’s bedroom. Could she be in there? You’re not supposed to go into mommy’s room without permission, isn’t that right? But, you’re alone and you’re looking for her and you promise you won’t touch anything you just want to find mommy and be happy again. Yes, yes come into mommy’s room, because you’re absolutely right you will find her in here…with me. You just have to be a brave little girl and be a little imaginative, too. I watch you as you cross the threshold your face dropping as you realize mommy isn’t laying in her bed napping like you do during the afternoon. I mean, that’s how this all started isn’t it? You were taking a nap and woke up to find yourself all alone. With increasing anxiety you strode into the hallway where mommy always is when you wake up from your nap waiting for you with a bright smile and a big hug except this time the hallway is empty and in fact the whole house is silent except for that sound coming from mommy’s room. There! She must be there! Only she isn’t. At least so it seems. And now you look my way, through the closet slats I can see your bright eyes glistening with a renewed hope that only someone as young and naive such as yourself could have at this notion. Mommy’s in the closet! That’s her I hear! She’s playing a game…hide and go seek! That’s not nice mommy, but I love you just the same because I know we’ll have fun together all day long like we always do! You ignore the fact that another sound has been introduced to the mix. What’s causing this new sound you simply wouldn’t understand at your age or at least you shouldn’t. As you grip the knob and turn the handle, I look over at your mommy’s glazed eyes staring into oblivion and smile at her. She’s done well by raising such a smart, beautiful little girl. Though your eyes are open yet you cannot see, I hope you will enjoy what I have in store for you, dear little Annalee.
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