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Dark Knight trailer? There's only one Batman to '80s fans
Sorry, movie fans, but the only Dark Knight I recognize came in 1989. And really, director Tim Burton deserves a big fat royalty check for every sequel that has followed, because his Batman is the one that set the dark tone for the comic book hero that has continued to this day.
You want five reasons to worship the '80s version of Batman, don't you?
5. THE ACTORS: Michael Keaton may not have the physique of Christian Bale, but I bet Mr. Mom was a lot less moody on set. And while I love Bale in 1987's Empire of the Sun (and 1993's Swing Kids), he looks like he should be married to a Kardashian.
4. ALFRED: Michael Gough is the perfect butler. Kind, ancient, wise. When I see Michael Caine, I think of Blame it on Rio. Come on. Who doesn't?
3. THE TUNES: There are certain laws of physics in this universe. Chief among them: You can never top a soundtrack composed and performed by Prince.
2. THE BIT ROLES: I'm pretty sure Robert Wuhl has never been in a bad movie. Same goes for Jack Palance, Tracey Walter, Pat Hingle and Billy Dee Williams.
1. THE VILLAIN: Jack Nicholson, baby. "This town needs an enema!" No, it just needs a special screening of 1989's Batman to remind everyone that there's only one Joker.

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This story was writtin by prey4me.
It is a long story but once it gets going you cant help but finish it.
The Drunk's Date
Introduction and Disclaimer
This story is fiction.
It contains graphic descriptions of the rape, degradation, and physical abuse of a beautiful, innocent high school girl. It is intended as sordid entertainment, and nothing more. If such content is offensive to you, or were to encourage you to engage in similar activities, then close out this page.
It is based on a young guy and a girl I actually observed one night some time ago. The girl is just as beautiful, wearing a beautiful, feminine silk dress, as described. Her boyfriend/date became obscenely drunk, and I actually located police services to look after them in their plight.
But the girl would have been an incredibly easy mark to victimize and rape.
The story that follows describes what I wish I could have done!
* * *
I am a creature of the night.
Ordinarily, Im a helper, a fixer. Im out at ungodly hoursand I mean ungodly!in my van. I fix the things that go break in the night. Like cable connections, car alarms, broken windows, busted door locks, leaky pipesall sorts of things. Out in my non-descript white van, I wait for the calls from my dispatch service, and hang around, until somebody pays me to fix something.
Like one night, a few weeks ago. There wasnt any business, so I was in the club district chillin and killin time. Its bright, entertaining, full of energy, and I can often pick up quick cash jobs, like car lockouts and dead batteries. And there are lots to see. Lots of girls and guys, often drunk, sometimes astonishingly stupid, or just foolish and funny.
But then, there is another side of me, the darker side, which connects with the gaudy neon and the dark shadows of the night.
An evil side, one steeped in malice and lust. And that is what I intend to tell you about. A time when I was able to indulge that pernicious side.
When I raped and ruined a girl.
A nice, old-fashioned girl. A very lovely, sweet girlthe kind guys want to bring home to meet their parents.
Her name is Stephanie. And she is, er, was, well, just beautiful and innocent beyond description. Very much an All-American girl. The girl next door, and all that.
It was her skirt that first caught my eye. Or more accurately, her dress. They were across the street, this guy and girl, but I couldnt help but notice her skirt. It was off-white, a kind of a peach, box-pleated thing, cut right at her smooth, slender knee. First of all, girls in this section of the club district tend to go out in hot-tease outfits: tight jeans, or Capri pants, and things, or sexy, come-on-guy! exhibitionistic miniskirts. But this girl was wearing something feminine and elegant, a silky dress that fell in large, generously cut, deep-cut pleats. You dont see them so much nowadays. Nice, crisp, big pleats, about two or three inches wide, which fanned in and out and swayed to and fro. She strutted along atop classy, high-heeled pumps which complemented the light beige-pink dress. She was carrying a sweater in the comfortable night air, exposing a snug-fitting sleeveless bodice which was modest but flattered a slender body with medium-sized bust.
Some girls cant wear heels. I dont know why, they kind of slouch forward and shuffle their feet. But this girl could. Smooth, slender legs, upright posture, and shoulders backI could hear the distinctive click-click-click all the way across the street of three-inch pumps, darker when contrasted to the pastel pinky-peach of her skirt and sweater.
And as she walked, the hem of her pleated dress swished and swayed, back and forth, fanning out occasionally as a bit of breeze caught the delicate fabric. They went by a side street, and a gust caught the hem, pulling it out. It was a very wide skirt, quite enchanting.
As the evening breeze lifted her hem, I noticed he was wearing a slip. I like that on a girl. Girls dont wear them much nowadays. Too bad.
She was all female. So very female.
They were both dressed lightly for the warm evening. He had on a sport jacket and tie, and showed breeding.
Very classy, the both of them.
And you could tell she was very much in love with him. Very. She kept looking at him, and found little ways to touch him, to put a hand on his arm, to hold hands, and when they passed me, I heard her use his name, Robert, softly, about three times in as many sentences. Not Bob or Bobby. Thats a real give-away.
But it was those pleats that riveted my attention. Moving around those smooth, slender legs.
They got to me.
They kept drifting and swishing. She had on sheer hose. But those pleats.
Those pleats!
Just swishing about smooth, flawless knees.
A kind of a muted satin fabric.
I watched her, and was, well, very jealous of that guy, Robert. He seemed to sort of take her for granted.
I know I wouldnt, if she were with me.
But enough description. Let me tell you what happened that night.
I got a call to board up somebodys window, which some drunken idiot had smashed. But that little girl, blonde hair brushed out and falling to the shoulders, sweet little tits pushing out against that snug dress, and those smooth legs scissoring back and forth within the circumference of those generous box pleats, had gotten hard-wired on my brain, like a continuous-loop video.
That girl was etched on my brain.
Blonde. Her hair falling to her shoulder, curling about in big, round loops.
Her silk dress.
The pleated skirt.
The skirt, moving about those perfect legs, her trim ankles, her elegant rose-hued heels. I turned around, and headed for the job.
My assignment service got me a few quick jobs. Good money, but before too long I meandered back to the club district, to enjoy again the lights, the energy, and whatever the out-and-about crowd might have to offer.
It was a several hours later, a bit before closing time, that I noticed those pleats again. Probably two blocks away, crossing the street; there was no mistaking them! Anxious for another peek at this classy fuckmeat, I maneuvered my van and headed down the Boulevard, focusing on where I last saw those distinctive pleats, negotiating the heavy post-club traffic with my peripheral vision. I saw herand her dateon the opposite side of the street, walking away from the bars, towards the side streets.
Robert was drunk. Very drunk! He was staggering. Pretty little Miss Box Pleats looked steady and upright to the point of prim. She could have been heading into Easter church service. After a warm day and evening, it had gotten unseasonably cold. Spring had just disappeared, and it was now winter again--windy, with a bit of snow. She had her sweater on, buttoned tight. Robert was oblivious to the biting cold, his jacket open, wit his shirt-tail and tie were loose underneath it, everything flapping in the wind.
As was her skirt. Those pleats. Blowing and billowing in the near-gale breeze, exposing her slip, her shiny slip, shimmering in the night street lights. I drove past them, and pulled over, watching them, in my van mirrors, catch up and walk past me. He couldnt notice they were being followed (or was it being stalked?) and she was preoccupied with her stumbling inebriated boyfriend. Then I leapfrogged them a half block, and stopped again. They crossed to my side. I studied her as they walked past.
I realized that I had evolved from voyeur to predator.
Damn, I wanted her.
To fuck her.
To have her.
To possess her.
To take her.
She looked so virginal, so very pure!
To deflower her.
To mate her.
To rape her!
I heard her scolding him, as she assisted her drunken boyfriend, guiding and steadying him. I couldnt make out the words, but she had her hands full: Robert was all over the sidewalk, bumping into things, leaning on her, and she was trying to keep a hand on her skirt, it was blowing about so. Occasional blasts of wind would really blow her box-pleated dress, slip and all, up high, displaying perfect panty-hosed legs and panties underneath.
And she was cold. Her hands in turn clutched her sweater tight against her trim torso, steadied Robert, and pushed down and pinched her blowing pleats. Then shed have to hold up the staggering preppie, and her dress was whipped out again. He was apparently oblivious to all thisbut I wasnt!
A gentleman would have his jacket around her, and suffer the cold himself. But Roberts jacket was half off his shoulders, blowing in the late Winter wind.
Then they turned up a side street. I waited a moment, and turned.
I was now, officially, a predator.
I was perniciously obsessed with this girl in a peculiar way. She looked youngnineteen, maybe eighteen; she could pass for sixteen, maybe. Yet she was out late at the bars. Fake ID, Im sure. Robert didnt look much older. She was devastatingly pretty in such an old-fashioned way, with her golden blonde hair brushed straight back and flaring to her shoulders, were it ended with an even wave, although it was really wind-tusseled about her face. It was kind of waved at her back, and curled in around her neck and chin. .She had nice, but not very protruding cheekbones. Her chin looked small and round in the street lights.
And that skirt, now in the protection of the side street, just swayed and fanned out gently in the quieter confines of the buildings.
I wanted her in the meanest way, and I mean mean! I was willing to take outrageous chances to get her, to have her, to push that satiny peach skirt up and drive my hard, lonely cock deep into her aristocratic body.
I crept along in my van, watching, trailing, stalking them. Young Robert stepped in between some buildings, and I could tell he was heaving his guts out, the asshole. Little Miss Preppie stood behind him, dismayed. There was a lot of curb space, and I pulled over. I lowered the right-size window and called out.
You dont seem to be doing very well there. You need a hand?
The girl looked at me, numbly. The boy emerged from the shadows, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve. He removed a bottle out of his pocket and took a swig.
What an asshole! All this, and he was still drinking?
He was a disgusting, slovenly incompetent mess. When I take a girl out, I dress right, look after her, and make sure shes treated like a lady. Young Robert was hardly husband material.
What did she see in this slob, let alone love?
I got out and approached them. In a moment, I had found out that not only was he too drunk to drive, he couldnt remember where he had parked his car!
I heard him call her by name.
It was Stephanie.
Stephanie. Stephanie! I liked that.
I liked Stephanie.
I wanted to fuck Stephanie.
Sweet, lovely Stephanie.
Pretty little fuck-bait Stephanie.
Blonde, young, classy Stephanie.
Stephanie! Im going to rape you, Stephanieand your drunk boyfriend wont be able to do a thing to stop me!
Robert leaned against the building, oblivious, while I set up Stephanie.
This is a rough part of town. Why dont I drive you around till we find Roberts car? I offered. Looking relieved, she agreed, and I opened the passenger door for the young lady. Come on, Robert, Stephanie commanded. She slid in, neatly smoothing her dress beneath her, and the pleats fanned to the sides of her slim hips. The front will fit only one passenger, I explained, as I opened the back of the van, and I lead, half-carried, Robert over to it. I turned him around, and before the inebriate could do anything, I had a gag on his mouth, and bound around the back of his head. I kicked his leg out, and he collapsed on the wet pavement. A split moment later, I had his wrists crossed, and bound with a long nylon zip-tie. I shoved him up and in, and, even though he kicked a bit, got his ankles got similarly bound.
On the far side of the passenger panel, Stephanie was ignorant of her perilous state.
Sweet, innocent girl!
. A bit of twine, and I brought his feet up behind his ass, and he was hog-tied to his wrists. He moaned, put his head back, and passed out like the dim bulb he was.
I put a handful of zipties in my pocket, and got behind the wheel.
Stephanie looked at me, a bit confused, but I calmed her with smooth patter. Well drive around and see if we can find his car. I hope you can drive it homehes not in any shape! Now, what are we looking for . I chattered on, and lovely Stephanie opened up and told me just about everything I needed to know.
Gullible girl! I told her maybe the best thing would be to drive her to her home or her school. I found out shes a senior at a nearbyand very exclusivegirls school.
Thank you so much, mister, she breathes. I do wish Robert wouldnt drink so much. When hes sober, hes the most wonderful guy! Hes on a full athletic scholarshiptwo sports, swimming and baseball! I hate to think of the trouble hed be in if his school found out he has this drinking problem .
Thanks, cupcake! I think, just tell me what I need to know! It explained why he was so beefy, and also alerted me to a risk factor, that he was strong. But I could also use that information about his precarious scholarship status.
I had the cream of American youth here!
I moved down the side streets. I know my way around, including some very dark and remote corners. I looked at my prey, sitting demurely a few feet away, her skirt spread a little untidily on the work-stained front seat. She pulled her peach cashmere sweater tight about her modest bosom, maybe a B cup? Her knees and ankles were pressed together. So demure!
But her dress still captivated me. The wide pleats were spread slightly to her sides on the rather grungy upholstery of the van seat, and fell to just over her knees. Sitting, the hem of her dress was almost mid-calf.
She was wearing nice, sheer pantyhose. The light silky stuff.
A bit of dainty white lace, edging a luminous silvery-white satin, peeked out from a small gap in the folds of her pleats.
The girl was a portrait in feminine modesty!
I moved to an empty block and stopped. Would you mind leaning forward a bit? I asked, casually. I have to adjust my side mirror. She accommodated me, and I leaned behind her, feigning a motion to the side window.
Just a bit more, please. She moved so the edge so her ass was just on the edge of the seat, and her face was on the dash. Her curled hair was draped to the top of her shoulders. Uh, just put your hands down to your sides, would you please? Full of foolish trust, she did just what I asked, not realizing it made no sense whatsoever, except to make her vulnerable. Now put your hands back a little, and I steered her near, left hand to the back of her hip. I did the same with her right handstupid girl!and I asked her to keep her head right down on the dash. Amazingly, she complied!
I had both her wrists, and yanked them behind her in a criss-cross, then wrapped a zip-tie around them. Now she jolted, and it took a moment to feed the end into the lock, but even while she twisted and pulled, more in confusion than fright, I had the zip-tie mated, and pulled it snug. Suddenly she comprehended just what had happened, and she turned and looked at me, eyes large with fright.
Whaaaat ??!! What? Misterwhatwhathey,. Hey! You cantoh, no. NO! RobertRobert!! she screamed. She retreated against the car door. I moved the van down the street while pretty little fuck-bait Stephanie screamed, hollered, called to her passed-out boyfriend, and screamed. Mister, you cant do this! She tried to manipulate the door handle, but I sped up. Stoplet me out! IllIllthis isnt funnyyou wont get away with this!!you dont know who I ammistermister .please, Please! What do, dodo you want? LET ME GO!!
I answered her question by putting my hand on her knee, and sliding her skirt up her thigh. It exposed her slipa very rich, satiny thing, generously cut, which fell about her tightly closed legs sensuously. She squeezed her knees together, squeezing herself into the corner of the car.
No no-no-no-NO-NO! Not THAT! RobertROBERTROB--ERT!! she screamed.
Hes passed out cold back there, Stephanie baby, I teased. And besides, hes tied up at the moment. Tied up with his booze, and, well, just tied up!
I pushed her dress further up, piling it atop her thighs. Her slip shimmered under the dashboard lights.
No, no, no, no, please, please, not that, anything but that, not that, not-that-not- that-I-cant, you cant, I wont let you, Ill fight you, Ill send you to jail for the rest of your life, no, not that, NOT THAT!
Not what? I asked, just to play with her mind.
I steered down back streets that were even darker and more deserted. One hand on the wheel, I pushed her dress all the way up to her lap, and stroked the top of her near thigh, through her silvery pink slip.
To, to to-to-mmmm,..make love to me..
She suttetered and gasped it.
Well, if you must know, Im not going to make love to you.
Stephanie looked at me quizzically. I reached over, and pushed her slip up, and it joined her skirt bunched up at her lap. Her medium-sized breasts heaved up and down. She was wearing sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, and had pink satin panties underneath.
The blonde curled her legs underneath her keeping her knees squeezed together. She was rigid under my touch.
I stroked the top her thigh, my fingertips sliding to the inside surface, digging in to her pressed-together legs. I noticed she was breathing hard underneath her light pink cashmere sweater.
I pulled back, and put both hands on the wheel as I wound through a maze of dark wintry streets. Im not going to make love to you, Stephanie.
She closed her eyes; her face frozen with shock and dread.
Im going to rape you!
She gasped, took in a deep breath, and then screameda loud, lungs-full-of-air, all-out soprano scream of terror and dread.
The fear, the dread, the terrorutterly thrilling!
Then she began to negotiate, offering me money and promises not to tell the police if I would just let herthem--go.
I gawked at her body, lusting for her in with unrestrained desire. I ran my hand up the smooth, nylon-covered thigh while she squirmed desperately away. Her legs were fantastic, possibly the nicest I had ever seen. Her dress had slipped down, and I casually took the hem of her dress and flicked it back up. She continued to squirm and cringe.
This was a very classy, feminine girl. Not extinct, but getting rare.
Mister, mister, mister, please, please, no, dontoh, no, dont you have any decency?
No. None whatsoever. I guess were just not meant for each other. You strike me as a very decent kind of girl. And Im anything but decent, eh?
I meandered through a maze of side streets as we drove deeper into the night. She seemed dazed, not paying attention to where we were going.
Mister mister she softly intoned. I dont know what I can say or offer you not to do anything to me. Please. My family has some money, and we have some connections. Well, actually, we have rather a lot If I ask my father to, well, help you out, Im sure he would. Do you need a job or something? He has his own company if I asked I kept staring at her body, especially her hips. Please, just dont her voice trailed off to a whisper. .Dont (rape me) (pleeeease) .
She was whispering, actually whining, with that young teenage voice. Her words died off as my hand slid up her slip, caressing itself against the satin shimmering beneath the dashboard lights. I pressed down on her thigh a bit, and gave it a squeeze. She gasped.
I pulled over to a dark side of the road. Inner-city nowhere.
I grabbed her hair at the top of her back, dragging her to the center of the seat and shoved her against the seatback. With my other hand, I brushed across her breasts. She sucked in her breath and held it. Then I just grabbed her right tit, cupping it, fondling it, massaging it, and finally squeezing it. I just had to sample the pleasures in store for me.
Please, please .mister dont she pled again in that little voice. Oh ..
My hand moved to her other tit. Through her soft sweater and dress, I could feel the outline of her bra. She was built medium and rather firmwhatever she was wearing under that silk dress was not heavy-duty underwear. Her young, firm tits didnt need much molding or support.
I just pawed at her tits. She took in measured breaths, looking straight ahead at the empty street.
Dont. Oh, please, please she gasped, Stop, Ive never Im not that kind of girl. Really. I mean She was sighing, that demure bosom rising and falling, and the first (of many!) tears trickled down her high cheekbones. I moved South and stroked up and down her thighs, my hands absorbing the soft femininity of her lingerie-covered thigh. Something silky and soft sliding over nylons is incredibly sexy to me. My movements went higher and higher, up a little, down a little, and up a little more--until my fingers were well under the bunched-up pleats at her lap.
I pushed her down and she was lying back on the van seat. Her glossy blonde hair spread across the grubby, stained upholstery. One leg was dangling under the steering wheel, the other twisted back under her ass. I further explored the curves at the bottom of her torso, sliding about her hips, her belly, the top of her thigh, the bottom of her belly, and I groped her crotch through her panty hose, just shoving my fingers up against her pussy.
Oh no oh god oh god oh god ohhhhh nooo not that Please..please? Dont touch me there, like that. Stephanies face was clenched tight with dread and loathing. She rocked her head back and forth. Her eyes were closed, but the tears still came, trickling down her temples to her ears.
I lay down upon her, as much as the confines of the van seat and the steering wheel would allow. Her dress was still bunched up around her hips. I put my weight on her, squeezing her tit.
Ooooowwwwww! The strap at her wrists was probably pretty painful now.
I pushed my face deep into her lush blonde hair and growled into her ear, Listen, Stephanie baby, you better understand youre in a world of shit right now. Youre in the middle of nowhere, your boyfriend is drunk, passed out, and tied up in the back. If you dont want to get hurtor worse!you better be a good girl.
A good girla very good girl--to me. Got it?
She kind of moaned, with a tone that suggested assent.
Me master. You fuck-toy. Youre going to be fucked, Stephanie. Fucked! Or raped, which is the word I prefer. The girl was really sobbing now, emitting a low sound, kind of a moan mixed with the word, Noooo .please, IImy familymy daddy, he, we, can help you, theres, theres money
I was breathing really hard now. Were not going to talk about it. Negotiate anything. Dont try begging, or threatening, or offering me anything. I dont want anything. Not your daddys money. Just you, Stephanie. You! Specifically, your body.
Still holding her hair, I turned her head so she was facing me, and stroked her face.
Kiss me, Stephanie.
She turned her head away, her face awash with anguish. A lush swath of blonde curls fell across her face, which I brushed back and tucked behind her ear. Then I slid my hand to her nape, and I pulled her head up towards me.
Kiss me.
I ordered her quietly and calmly. Guys hope desperately for kisses from girls like Stephanie. I wanted them too, but would just as soon force them from her. Her neck was stiff as I turned her to me.
Stephanie kissed me. Softly. It was sweet, quite sweet, really. I figured her lip gloss was watermelon. Again. She pointed her head up to me, gently puckered, and I kissed her some more, pressing down, harder. Keep your eyes open, cunt! They were beautiful, a bright azure blue, glowing even in the dim light inside the van.
My heart was racing. How unbelievably nice, to kiss this sweet, lovely girl! We kept kissing, and she quieted down a bit.
I cupped, then squeezed that perfect tit, which made her stiffen up again. Even through the sweater and her dress her breasts had a great feelfirm, pushing up and out, and just a little bit pliable. I kneaded her right breast, squeezed it, and pulled at it. I moved back to her left breast, and gave it the same treatment. Then I just roamed all over her breasts, chest, and stomach, feeling how nice her body was, kissing her all the time, and just feeling her up without restraint.
And I was getting horniervery, very hard. I freed the leg that was curled under her ass, and lay down on her, grinding her my crotch against her. I wanted Stephanie to feel my erection through our clothes.
It also felt good.
I broke the kiss, looming over her. I wasnt feeling her up so much as I was assaulting her tits. I squeezed them and started pinching her nipples through all that material.
I started to unbutton her peachy-beige cashmere sweater. It had tiny silvery pearl-like buttons, and I loosened each one, parting the fuzzy material. Stephanie lay very still, almost hypnotized, looking up at the vans celing as I unfastened each button, down to a bit below her tits. I could just imagine what was going through her pristine young mind. Hes doing it. Hes really doing it. Hes going to undress me, and then hes going to rape me. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god Im going to be raped and theres no one around to help me! Am I fertile? What if I get pregnant? Is he carrying any STD? AIDS? Oh, no, he seems so dirty!
Well, I dont carry any diseases, not that I felt like putting any fears to rest. More fun to keep her anxious. The sweater unbuttoned, I snaked my left hand inside and continued my enjoyment of her body. Her dress was satiny, just a little shiny, but it was smooth and sensuous as my hand slipped and slid over the curves of her tits. It was a back-zipper dress. Not many girls wear dresses, let alone dress-up dresses to the clubs around here. Stephanie was a dainty treat right in the midst of the neon squalor.
I forced more kisses onto her pliant lips, mashing my mouth, ravenously wet, all over hers. I pulled at her mounds, then pinched her nipples through her clothes, and she yelped, jerking.
She winced. I squeezed some more, then squeezed her nipples through her layers of girly apparel.
A good, hard squeeze, right between my thumb and index-finger knuckle!
She let out a scream. Then another. Long, loud soprano screams which filled the van. There wasnt the least response from the inert boyfriend trussed up in the back. Stephanie cried. Pleasepleaseoh, stop!!--be gentle. Dont hurt me. IllIll do what you want. Just dont hurt me, and promise me youll let us go. Ill Ill do anything you want me to.
Anything. She added, in a weeping tone. I dont handle pain very well.
Well. Well, well! Then it will behoove you to accommodate me, hmm ? Stephanie didnt answer. I reached for her skirt again. It had slid down, and I pulled it back up her thighs, and then pushed her slip up, too, so I could enjoy the viewand access to her legs.
It embarrassed her a bit, too. She instinctively squeezed her legs together.
Damn, these shy, innocent girls excite me! I wanted to pry into her soul before prying myself in between her legs. I pulled her back to a sitting position, right in the middle of the seat. She was crying as I re-arranged her pleats and her slip high up her thighs, fondled her boobs some more, and kissed her tear-stained face in mock-affection. I pressed my lips to her cute little ears, and her blonde curls tickled my nose and chin.
So nice!
Lets get going, baby. I have a nice cozy place for us to have some fun! She didnt say anything, but kept crying, her wonderful teenage chest heaving with sobs.
I sat up, and pushed her head down onto my lap. Then I drove on. She lay curled up, her head pressing against my lap, and her pleated dress still pushed up to her waist. Her stockinged legs were gorgeous in the night lights. I slid my right hand up and down her thighs, along the curve of her hips, on top and on the inside, right up to her pantyhose crotch. She was tense, but opened her knees when I told her to, and I dug my palm against her pussy while I drove.
What do you use for birth control, Stephanie?
She was quiet for a moment.
Nothing. I I dont
You dont use birth control?
No I dont do sex so I dont her voice trailed off, use the pill. Or anything. It was great hearing her confirm what I had suspected about her!
In spite of the noisy van, it seemed as quiet as a tomb. I knew what she meant, and was actually rather taken aback at my good fortune. Not only had I happened upon this preppy dream-boat in a very vulnerable situation, and had successfully exploited it, but I could look forward to deflowering a .
So youre a virgin, Stephanie?
She was quiet for a moment, then answered me in a soft voice.
I let out my breath. Such unbelievable luck! I dont know why, but we guys just love being the first with a girl. And here I was with this incredibly beautiful, classy girland shes a virgin!
So youve nevereverhad a guy, I mean, a guys cock, um, I mean, youve never been fucked?
Well, have you ever done it with, like a guys fingers, or a dildo, or something?
Nothing nothing at all?
No. Nothing. Nothing at all. I hope youre happy.
Actually, I was delirious!
Tell me youre a virgin. I want to hear you say it. Say, I am a virgin.
I am a virgin.
I had one hand on the steering wheel, the other right up at her pussy, feeling her through her pantyhose. Again. I am a virgin, sir. I have never given myself to a man. I want to hear it from you.
I am a virgin. Sir .I have never given myself ..to a man.
Damn, it was exciting hearing her say it, even if I was making her into something of a puppet. I kept pawing at her and drove the last several blocks to my rape lair, a vacant warehouse I tended. I opened a delivery door, drove the van in, and shut the door. We were now alone, not counting passed-out Robert. Then I opened the passenger door. There was my little Stephanie with the silky skirt all disheveled about her thighs and lap.
She shrank away from me.
I walked around and took a peak in the back of the van.
Robert was still passed out.
The drunken asshole. How could a guy get this drunk with a girl this beautiful?
Maybe she drove him to drink! I could imagine her turning him on so, then shutting him off, so he got into a state of frustration and compensated with booze. Oh well, who the fuck cares?
I returned to Stephanies door. Out! I ordered. She slid out, reluctantly and apprehensively, her skirt trailing behind her on the car seat. She was rather awkward, what with her hands bound behind her. Damn, I was getting hot for this girl. That bit of nooky on the back street had really affected me!
I impulsively grabbed her, and pushed her up against the side of the van and just shoved myself against her, pinning her, pressing her against the sheet metal. Oh, I wanted to devour this fuckbait! Wrapping one arm around her slender waist, and the other gripping her at her nape, I just pushed myself hard against her, holding, hugging, and kissing her with greedy delight. For starters I just pushed myself against her, then I started grinding my crotch against her, back and forth, up and down. Even with all our clothes on, I could feel her perfect adolescent curves.
I broke the kiss, and pawed her tits, waist, hips and ass with wild abandon. Then I gave her nipple a good hard pinch.
Ow! Please! I thought you promised !!
I slapped her, several times, back and forth, first on her cheeks, then on her shoulders and breasts. I didnt promise anything, cunt! I yelled, which seemed to really startle her. Here in the empty warehouse, we could make as much noise as I wanted to!
Except to rape the hell out of you!
I slapped her again.
And again.
Back and forth, back and forth, sending her baby-fine blonde locks flying about her head and shoulders. And just for sadistic kicks, I landed a fist deep into her flat, trim tummy.
Ooooph! OW! Oh-oh-Oh-OH!! Stephanie yelped and hollered. Please, please, no more..no-NO!
It felt good to rough her up, scare her, hurt her. Stephanie screamed on as I slapped her. Her hair was tossed back and forth over her shoulders.
You going to be an obediant bitch and do what I tell you? I demanded.
YesYES! I said I would, I did, I did, I did!
I walked the girl around to the rear of the van, and opened the back. Robert was still there, hog-tied, and dead to his girlfriends impending tragedy. Behold your knight, my princess! I laughed.
I picked up a handful of zip-ties, a coil of rope, and a couple of tools, a piece of dowling, and some pliers. Then I slammed the doors. A resounding silence came from inside the van.
I had parked near the rear of the warehouse. Taking a handful of blonde curls, I pushed her towards some offices. Intoxicated with the absolute, sexual power I had over the girlthe freedom to enjoy her anyway I wanted!--I stopped a couple of times, and pulled her face to mine, forcing lewd, lustful kisses on her tender lips, kind of prefiguring the violation that was to come. By now, she just parted her lips and I tongued her freely. Her lips were fruity, and her breath had traces of wine on it.
There was a metal staircase, leading up to a catwalk alongside a row of empty offices. With my hand gripping her at the nape, I led her ahead of me. I was right behind, oogling her slender legs moving up, her skirt pleats swaying about her knees, and her pretty little feet with those high-heeled pumps. I noticed for the first time they were a kind of salmon grosgrain satin.
Stop! Stop right here! I ordered, half-way up. She halted, her small feet separated on different metal steps, the skirt swinging back and forth, then motionless. I put my hands on her lower ankle. I moved up to her calf, which was smooth and slender, encased within the smoothness of her high-fashion hose. When I reached her knee, the crisp hem of her pleated skirt gathered on my wrist with a pleasant, tickling feel. I moved up and around her knee. It was quite straight, with just a bit of dimpling. Her other knee was bent on the rising stair, and I reached under her dress and found it, stroking it as well. It was a little awkward, but I just paused and enjoyed those legs. I continued up, up under her dress, feeling the smoothness of her slip on my fingers and wrists, up her thighs, down a bit, up more, until both hands found her ass cheeks.
She had a firm, compact assno jiggle to speak of. Her pantyhose was stretched smooth and tight over the firm curves of her butt. I squeezed and stroked, while my sexy captive stood frozen on her two steps, my hands up her backside, under her dress. I could feel the outline of her panties. I savor things like this on a beautiful girlthe subtle details of her femininity, her style, her lingerie.
Entertaining as this was, it was time to move on. I really wanted to fuck this girl.
More precisely, I wanted to rape this girl! To violate her, and to utterly defile her. With her boyfriend in his condition, I figured I could keep Stephanie until dawn.
Now, how many erections and climaxes could I manage in the next four, five, or six hours? It was going to be fun to find out!, But still, I wanted to take at least a bit of time and thoroughly enjoy this prime, grade-A piece of girlflesh!
I gave her a slap on her rump, signaling her that it was time to move. Up she went, the pretty creamy pink of her dress moving and swaying up the steps, and along the catwalk.
Every detail about her, the way she moved, enchanted me.
I found an office, and marched her in, putting on a bank of lights. It was covered with a dull, dirty, gray carpet of an institutional texture. Papers and abandoned office furniture were scattered about, some broken or turned over. The place was littered with derelict coffee cups, ashtrays, yellowed newspapers, pizza boxes, and all sorts of crap. The walls were a flat green, rather dingy in the fluorescent lights.
Welcome to our boudoir, my love!
I turned her and undid the last buttons of the soft sweater, and slid it down her shoulders and arms. Now, standing before me, I could see just what a knock-our she was. She was five-foot-four, and about 115 pounds. Her figure was impeccable: she had a small waist with a flat tummy, so her titsmore modest than they had first seemedlooked larger. And there was a smooth, gentle line to her hips. The dress had a modest scoop neckline, and fit her a bit on the snug side at her bust and down to her waist, where it opened up in those crisp box pleats that had caught my eye in the first place. In these lights, the satin had a bit more sheen.
Whats your bust size, honey?
Your measurements?
34-23-35. 34B-23-35, she corrected. Im five-foot four, and weigh 110 pounds, and wear a size four dress, sometimes a six or a junior five. Are you going to rip my clothes off? Please, sir, dont!
If I want to rip your dress off, Ill rip it off. I put my hands at her neckline, and was about to just yank the silky thing off, but then reconsidered.
Instead, I used my grip on her bodice to maneuver her, and backed her up against a ceiling column. I picked up a length of wooden dowling. Now stand there. Dont movenot an inch! Im going to get to know you better. Resist me or try to run, and you not only lose any privileges to speak, but Ill hurt youhurt you bad. Capeche?
It would be a good idea if you called me sir.
Yes, sir.
Piss me off and Ill beat you senseless with thismaybe shove it up your asshole! Stephanie shut her eyes, and nodded that she understood.
I took the doweling, and ran it gently down the side of her head, flicking her blonde curls a bit, and then down to her shoulders and forearms. I stroked them with the wood.
Sir, may I ask you something, please, sir?
Go ahead, talk.
If I promise not to fight or run, would you take these things of my wrists? They really hurt so! The tip of the stick moved up and down her arm, then moved in to the inside curve of her waist, and it stroked her ribcage, her waist, and the gentle swelling of her hip, over the dress pleats. I mean, I know you hold all the cards, and I wont do anything, but it hurts so much! The stick moved about her hip, her upper leg, and then moved to the center of her hip, and rudely poked into her crotch.
Tell me youre a virgin again. Tell me your name, tell me youre a virgin, I want to hear it! The stick was digging against her pussy a bit, making an inverted tent of her skirt. Tell me your name, how old you are, that youre a beautiful blonde, your measurements, and that youre a virgin. I want to hear you tell me youre a virgin. A lot! And that Im going to be your first fuck! I jabbed her crotch with the stick, to drive the point home.
Sir, Im eighteen years old, and my name and Im a virgin. Im, I mean, my name is Stephanie Davidson, and Im an eighteen-year-old virgin.
I moved the wood up her arms, across the slope of her shoulders, and toyed with her hair with the tip.
She paused.
Go on. Tell me just how beautiful you are and how all the guys want you.
Yes, sir. Im, uh, eighteen, but Ive never, well, I mean, okay, Im a virgin, and Ive never had a man before, and, ummm. Im a senior at the Woodside Academy, and Im a virgin..yes, a real virginshe kind of breathed it out this timeIm five-foot-four, a hundred ten pounds,the doweling migrated to her breasts, drawing circles around each tit, then I poked her at the nipple,--and my measurements are 34B, 23, 35. I poked each nipple, in turn, with the stick. Stephanie grimaced. Lots and lots of guys ask me out.
I jabbed a tit, dead center. She grimaced. Sometimes I let a guy feel me up, but only if I really like him. Im beautiful .yes, Im beautiful,I know it, and Im a natural blonde, and, well, I guess I know how guys like me. Want me. I, Ihave my choice of datesstatus dates, I guess youd call them, but I dont sleep with them. They all want to have sex with me.
Dont use that word. Talk dirty. I shoved the stick back into her crotch, and she winced, right through the gathered pleats.
Stephanie looked down, wincing at the tightness of the zip-tie binding her wrists. Then she looked me straight in the eyes.
All the guys want to fuck fuck me.
She paused.
Well, sir, Im well, Im probably the most popular girl in my schoolIm a seniorI date college guys. Like Robert. Youre not going to hurt him, are you?
I gave her hip a painful whack. She uttered a yelp. Never mind Robert. Go on. Talk dirity!
Ummm, well, Im blonde and very pretty, and Im a virgin. Thatsthats what well, I know they want to f-fuck me. Yes. All the guys want to f-f-fuck me. But Im saving myself for marriage. Ive never had a man put his
I said talk dirty!
Ive, Ive never had a man, well, s-s-stick his..cock in me before.
She took a breath. Ive never been fucked. Never. Ive never let a man do it, er, fuck me. Im, well, Im pure.
The stick moved down her legs. Nervously, she kept shifting her weight. Her pleats swayed around her knees enticingly.
I dont let the guys fuck me, sir, she continued. I know Im very, very, uh, lovely. But I dont lead them on, I really dont, you know?
Youre a cock-teaser, thats what you are.
No Im not!
The tip moved up and down her leg, hooking the hem of her dress.
Yes you are, cunt. Youre a gorgeous cockteaser, cause youre a virgin.
Her head dropped in defeat. All right, sir. Im a c-c-cock-teaser.
Youre going to be my first, my first Stephanie paused, and a tear trickled down from her left eye. Youre going to be my very first fuck, she whispered.
I could tell she was fighting hard to stay still, as I played the dowling up her legs, along the inside of her thighs. Her skirt and slip looped over it.
I pulled it up against her crotch.
How does it feel to have something hard shoved up between your legs, whore?. Stephanies face was frozen except for two tears the oozed out of her eyes
She was wearing nude-to-the-waist pantyhose, and the pink panties underneath glistened. Full-cut things, that went right from her hip up to her bellbutton.
Pretty, feminine, modest.
I moved the stick in between her thighs, dry-fucking her with it. Some of her dress was caught by the coarse wood, and was pulled in between her leg. .I dropped the stick and pulled her into my arms, grabbing and fondling her greedily..
Yeah, baby, go on, go on!
Youre going to be the first man to fuck me, to put his penis in me. I leaned in close to her, holding her with my left arm around her waist, and rubbing that stick up at her pantyhose crotch, hard, in and out. She pushed herself up on her toes, and softly said, my first, my very, very first, youre going to be my oh .my first man, my first fuck my first fuck..! I could feel her warm breath on my ear. Just please be gentle. Dont hurt me .
Im so scared. PleaseI dont want to lose my virginity this way, please?
I gave her a squeeze, and my freehand moved underneath her bound hands, squeezing her ass cheeks.
It was very irrational, silly, actually, but having Miss-Prim-and-Proper say all these things, which everybody knows but nobody says outright, gets my evil soul all aglow. I have had beautiful girls, and I have had a couple of virgins along the way, but never a girl this lovely, this young, and this pristine! And besides, she obviously came from good breeding and income. The silky material of her dress slid this way and that as I ran my palm and fingers all about her belly, her thighs, pushing in and about, digging in, groping and feeling all over her virgin cunt!
Im a virgin, sir. Please, now, sir, please, if I promise to be, well, a good virgin would you take these things off my wrists, please, they hurt so, please?
Okay. Ill take them off, girl. One bad move, and I will tie you up like a trussed pigtighter than Robert is down there! And you will be so sorry. And Robert, too. Not just your life depends on what you do, girl. His does, too.
I understand. Sir. I promise. Ill do everything you tell me to. Everything. Now, will you please take them off? Please, Sir?
I took out a knife, and she turned around. I snaked the point in to where the cutter found the nylon strap, and clip! her hands were freed. She immediately gripped her wrists, massaging them.
Thank you.
Yes, sir, thank you, sir!
I grabbed her teenage body against me, running my hands up and down the back of her, from her hair and shoulders, down to her tight butt. I yanked her sweater down, pushing it off her arms. It fell onto the grubby floor in a heap. Her hair was glossy and inviting, and I pushed my face deep in it, close to her ear.
Lift up your dress.
Stephanie took hold of some pleated silk at her thighs, and pulled it up, exposing her slip..
Now your slip, too.
She pinched at some satin, and pulled it up, to the top of her thighs, and looked at me awaiting my next order. I motioned upwards, and she pulled it all the way up, and I was looking at her sheer pantyhose, and those pastel pink panties, nylon or some polyester-satin job.
Stephanie was so very much the young lady, right to her skin.
I moved her a few feet, and she stepped to the side, still holding up her skirts. Now she was leaning her rump against the old, metal table. It was littered with old newspapers, dried-out coffee cups, all sorts of crap. So here she was, leaning against the table edge, and I got down on my knees in front of her, and started rubbing her legs She stood, or leaned, there, holding her skirt pleats and her dainty slip up so I could enjoy myself. I dug and pressed my hands into her crotch area, and she winced a bit, and looked off the side. Im not much of a foot fetishist, but it was I enjoyed fondling a foot before I slid the sexy rose-colored pump off.
Then the other one.
I traveled slowly, sensuously back up her legs to the waistband of her panthose, and yanked it down. I heard a kind of a whimper, but she eased her butt off the table edge while I slid the gossamer hose down her hips, thighs, to her knees. Stephanie dutifully kept her dress and slip pulled up, and she shifted her weight so I could slide the coil of nylon over her ankles, and off her small feet.
I pushed my face into her pantycrotch, inhaling her female aroma, and fully enjoyed the soft material on my face. I wrapped my arms around her hips, massaging her tight ass cheeks through the satin fabric. I think I nuzzled her pantycrotch for several minutes before getting up.
I pivoted her, and unzipped her dress; there was this sexy zzzzzzz as I pulled it down. I held her by her silken shoulders for a short moment, and then pulled her dress off her shoulders, down her arms and her torso It bunched at her waist.. She had a perfect teenage frame, and very good skin. The bodice fell off her arms and wrists, and in a moment I had her bra unhooked. It was delicate, with pink satin cups and a bit of lace along the top edge. The pink satin straps slid down her arms, and with a slight tug it landed on the dirty gray carpet next to her pantyhose and spike heels.
I turned my victim around.
Damn, what an incredible sight! She was naked to her waist, with the nicest set of tennis-ball sized tits I have ever seen, on or off the web. Nice, round orbs, pushing right off her rib cage, with good color, soft and creamy. Her nipples were pink, about the size of a quarter, and tipped with tiny light-brown nodules, each the size of a pencil erasure.
The girl stood perfectly still, with her arms at her side, while I took her in. I put my hands on her waist, just above the inside-our fabric of her dress top, and slowly, deliberately, moved them up to her breasts, and cupped them.
I just held them for a minute or two, squeezing them a little. I was kind of mesmerized by the intensity of the moment. Stephanie remained still, but I noticed her eyes were closed while she endured the indignity of allowing her tits to be fondled by some stranger. Then I started squeezing and groping them, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs, then flicking them.
Stephanie clenched her face.
I got a bit rough, but Stephanie forced herself to stay still while I mauled her. She gasped and her chest heaved, and a single tear trickled down from her right eye.
There was a secretarys chair nearby. I wheeled it over, sat down, and adjusted the seat so my face was even with her boobs. I had her leaning back against the table. I wrapped my arms around her hips and hugged her. I planted my mouth on her left tit, and kissed it, then started licking it. Meanwhile, my hands stroked her legs through her dress. I gave myself a real mouthful of her 34B tit, all the while my palms went up and down. The silky pleats bunched this way and fanned out that. I had my left hand running up to her belly and her crotch, while my left hand was cupping and squeezing her ass cheeksand my mouth was slobbering all over that right tit!
I moved to her right boob, and gave it the same treatment: kissing, licking, sucking, and swallowing as much of her firm teen tissues as I could draw into my mouth. I reached down to her knees, and slid my hands up her legs, under her dress and slip, right up to her panties. I sucked on that tit, and pawed at her private areas with wild abandon. The hem of her skirt swished about my crotch, caressing back and forth against my hard dick, tickling it sweetly. That felt especially seductive. Dont these girls know what a dress like this does to a guy? I have a soft-fetish-thing for the feel of silk against my skin, and I was getting hotter and as hard as ever.
I took a minute or two to enjoy the feel of smooth skin on her legs, rubbing, stroking, caressing, and feeling her up. She was like a statue, but a living, feeling, and breathing one, submitting to my roaming hands. Her panties were a high-sheen satin, pale peachy-pink, and I lightly ran my fingertips over them, digging my fingers up against her pantycrotch, outlining her mouns venus.
Stephanie stood there, immobile against the grungy table, with her pleated skirt spilling from about her waist, down the side of her legs.
Her slip, too.
I got up, and quickly stripped my clothes off. My workshirt was half-unbuttoned, and I pulled it over my head, kicking off my boots. Then I dropped trou, boxer shorts, too.
I was getting very ready to fuck my captive fuck-doll, all appealing as hell, with her blonde curls mussed, stripped to the waist.
Stephanie was quiet and downcast, looking down and away, obvious dread on her face. The moment of reckoning, or rather deflowering was nigh. Her hands clenched her skirts gathered at her hips. I caught her glancing at my ten inches of impatient manhood pointing up at her, primed and readyready to enter her. I pushed her against the table again, so she was lying back on it, legs dangling, and her smooth, flat panty-clad crotch arched out. I leaned forward, downwards her, pushing down. The sensitive underside of my dick rubbed pressed against the light pink satin, and I could feel her cunt hair through it. I lay on her, pushing up and against her, then started rising and falling, rubbing my prick all over the smooth surface, plowing my girl-hungry stick into the valley of lingerie of her pantycrotch. My fingers were occupied with her hair, feeling her up, and kissing her. I kept going back to her breasts and played with them.
I kissed her, a lot. I like kissing pretty girls, dont you? But I like to force it on them. Girls like this are often, well, economical with their kissesnot to mention further pleasures of their bodiesand its an intense high forcing this sick mimicry of affection on these types of girls. I had a laundry list of rude pleasures I wanted to take from this little dreamboat, while her drunken date was tied up downstairs in my van.
Starting with a bit of good old cockteasinglike Stephanie has done before, Im sure.
Open your legs, baby, I said, nuzzling my face into her hair, against her ear. Stephanie obeyed. I pushed my hard erection down a bit, and slid it in between her thighs, right below her pantycrotch. Okay. Close your legs now.
She did, and my horny dick was stuck right in between her smooth thighsjust below her pantycrotch.
The squeeze of the creamy skin of her inner thighs against my prick quickened my desperate hormones. I indulged this slow, controlled dry fuck of her pantycrotch, just pushing gently in and out, with a bit of a wriggle, relishing the smooth thigh and warm crotch, and was careful not to let myself get over-excited. She stood there compliantly, holding her skirts up, while I hugged her, pawed her body all over, and burrowed my face in her fragrant blonde hair.
And drove my cock in and out between those exquisite, smooth thighs.
She whispered to me.
Do you like this, sir? You want to keep going this way? All the way? Ive taken guys to, uh, climax, um, doing this. Playing with them, you know. Would you like me to?
I didnt answer, but continued to shove myself in this way.
Im good at it, you know, she cooed.
She was at once seductive and coya truly experienced cockteaser!
Is there something more I can doanything?Ill leave you, well, very happy .satisified hmmm?
Her voice trailed off exotically.
My actions were my answer. I kept poking my dick in and out, getting harder and hotter. I pushed my mouth onto hers, which shut her up, and held onto her good and tight. My hands were up and down her back and into her hair. Then I found the zipper tab, and pulled it down the last few inches. This opened up her dress completely. It slid down her hips and was held up only because my hips were pushed hard against her. I stepped back, and it drifted onto the floor, landing in a delicate puff of rosy pink pleats, circled about her feet.
I pulled Stephanie back into a greedy embrace. My cock and balls pushed against her, and those sensitive areas on the underside rubbed against the smooth halfslip.
Keep kissing me, Stephanie. Show me your tricks, you gorgeous little cocktease! Run your fingers through my hair and on my shoulders and you better make me feel good, yeah, keep kissing me, and if you stop or fight or resist me, Im going to hurt you, bitch, and if I start laying into you, well, I just might get carried away.
And so she did. She kissed me. Our lips were wet and tingling, and she met my tongue with hers. She was damn seductive, playing me as I ground my crotch against the flat of her belly, and my cock had spasms of excitement as it rubbed against the folds of her slips and her panties. I pulled her hard against me and slid my palms over her small round ass, so nice beneath the nylon.
My hands stroked her hips, up and down the nylon. I pulled her slip up again, a few inches at a time, pulling it up the slope of her young body, bunch by bunch by bunch. When I had the hem all the way up, I dropped to my knees in front of her. I snaked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down.
Down, down, down the flawless skin of her slender legs. The lacy hem of the slip followed my hands, tickling my wrists. At her knees, the panties fell loosely to her ankles. Stephanie dutifully lifted one foot, then the other, and the dainty confection was in my hand. This left her slip on, but she was naked, otherwise. A little odd to most people, but what can I say? Such a perfect body with a bit of lingerie on, and she was, well, so fucking cute with the demure thing drifting down her hips, over her rump, to her slender knees.
Nothing between us now except the slip.
Soft and smooth.
I picked up her panties, and sniffed them. I noticed the tag. They came from a very expensive lingerie boutique. Ive jerked off to the images of this places models for years, and here I had their best customer, all to myself!
This place is known for turning on guys. Their catalogues and website, you know that?
Yes, sir.
So you buy your panties and things there so you can turn on guys, dont you, you little prick teaser?
I, Im not a cockteaser, sir. Honestly, Im not. I, well, I just like to wear nice things.
Nice things nobody sees? No, baby, I know your type. You dress oh-so-sophisticated, and then you put on sexy lingerie, and you let the guys fondle and paw you and get all excited and fall in love with you while you jerk them off. I pushed her back against the table, shoving her downwards. I had a vice grip at her nape, and I was gouging her cunt with my other hand, digging in, pinching at her pussy hairs through her slip. You get them all hot and horny and maybe you let them cum on your panties, if theyre lucky enough, huh?
N-n-no, Its not, not like that . Her hands were on my arms, but she wasnt pushing me away. She looked up at me with those devastating blue eyes. I could well imaging what it would be like, her in an evening gown, her skirts up with a dates hard prick sticking out of his pants, desperately hoping for more, but getting nothing except a feel job against a $35 pair of panties!
I found myself getting into a seething resentment of this girl. I pulled up her slip again and rubbed my knuckles against her cunt lips. She winced, but didnt pull away..
Then you shut them off and say, No, honey, Im not that kind of girl, Im saving myself for marriage, and you hold out for the best prospect, the highest bidder who holds out for Little Miss Aristocratic Virgin Bride in her pure white wedding gown. Yeah, I know the type.
Now I getting really angry with Stephanie. She really was the type to hype her sex and her beauty, but to make it available only in little amounts until the most deserving country-club dickhead with the right credentials came along.
I dont mean to do anything like that, sir, its just
And you develop a cohort of status preppie admirers, like drunken Robert downstairs, dont you?
No, sir, hes just a friend.
I pulled back and slapped herfour or five times. Lying bitch! Hes your boyfriend, isnt he? Youre in love with him, right, cunt? I shoved her against the table, pulling her head back by the nape, gripping her chin fiercely with my other hand. I looked right into those perfect azure-blue eyes. She was shaking in my hold. Youre in love with him, but you still just lead him on with your prissy little cockteasing games, cunt! I kept her in place w


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Manchester United's best defence
The chart above details how well each of Manchester United's key defenders perform as part of a three-man unit. These units – goalkeeper plus two centre-backs – were tracked for minutes played together, goals conceded and goals scored over the season so far.
Should a player be farther right on the X-axis, United scores goals more regularly (per 90 minutes) while he is on the field; the Y-axis indicates how regularly they concede while that player is in a key defensive position.
While sample size for some players is small – Michael Carrick has a total of 360 minutes at centre-back this season, Scott Wootton 281, Phil Jones and Michael Keane nominally 180 each – their positions above represent not so much a change in defensive efficiency but in United's tactics.
United is blessed with five players with whom they can be comfortable at the heart of defence, but problems emerge when they employ their sixth choice. That guy, Carrick, is a central midfielder and part of a three-man central defensive unit concedes a relatively high average of 1.5 goals per 90 minutes – no matter who his partners have been. What makes this worse is United feel the need to cover more for him and drop drop midfielders back to cover, creating a double-edged sword in which they concede more and score fewer.
Also noticeable is that Nemanja Vidic's presence almost automatically means United are entering a game with a more defensive mindset. The Serbian's figures correspond to a significant reduction in both goals allowed and scored per 90 minutes – highlighting a change in Ferguson's tactical outlook.


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By withdrawing his support of the minority Conservatives, Liberal Leader Michael Ignatieff has shifted on to the third parties the onus of keeping the 40th Parliament going.
One could argue that is how things should always have been. An effective official Opposition – one that both critiques the directions of the government and offers alternative policies – is an essential part of the checks and balances of the parliamentary system.
As the past few years have demonstrated, the task of chief critic of the government is not easily reconcilable with the contrary necessity of supporting the regime at every crucial step of the way in the House of Commons.
But it remains very much to be seen whether the minority Parliament can endure for any significant length of time under a different configuration.
Having spent the past year depicting the notion of depending on the Bloc Québécois to govern as a fatal leadership failing, Stephen Harper can hardly be seen to have Gilles Duceppe as a regular dance partner. Besides, Duceppe – who served as Harper's main opposition partner over his first 18 months in power – found out the hard way that his progressive base will not stand for a rapprochement with the Conservatives.
That leaves the NDP, which has spent the past 3 1/2 years casting stones at the other opposition parties every time they ensured the survival of the Harper government.
Based on their own past experiences, the Bloc and the Liberals can attest that sitting in Harper's passenger seat does not make for a comfortable ride. At best, Jack Layton can expect to be treated as a cumbersome back-seat driver, for Harper is a prime minister who takes little or no navigating advice from anyone – including other Conservatives. Given a choice, he would rather mow down his opponents than have them on board.
If Layton had any illusions on that score, the speech Harper gave to a group of Ontario party loyalists earlier this month should have dispelled them. In that speech, the Prime Minister said he needed a majority to keep out of Canada's institutions the very constituencies the NDP purports to represent. He equated the input of the left in the country's public life with that of separatists.
Over the past two weeks, Layton has had a taste of the take-it-or-leave Conservative approach to minority rule. If Parliament were a sandbox – and there are days when that is what it resembles – then the NDP leader would be the child who will not take no for an answer from an unwilling playmate, even when sand is repeatedly thrown in his face.
Should the NDP still find it in its heart to support Harper, as the lesser evil to a fall election that could decimate its caucus, the Liberals would likely shed crocodile tears over the delay in testing their neophyte leader in a campaign.
They could certainly do with more time, free from the shackles of keeping the government alive, to establish Ignatieff as a credible alternative prime minister.
For the Liberal leader – who played dice with his future when he signalled the end of his support of the Conservatives two weeks ago – a reprieve from an election could be the equivalent of having thrown a double six instead of rolling up snake eyes.
Chantal Hébert is a national affairs writer. Her column appears Monday, Wednesday and Friday.


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Kwon Ji Yong (Korean: 권지용, born August 18, 1988), better known by his stage name G-Dragon (Korean: 지드래곤), is a South Korean rapper, singer, songwriter, producer and model.
After 6 years as a trainee under the record label YG Entertainment, G-Dragon officially debuted as the leader and one of two rappers for the Korean group Big Bang. G-Dragon has been involved with writing, composing and producing many of Big Bang's tracks, including "Lies", "Last Farewell", and "Haru Haru".
He released his debut solo album, Heartbreaker (2009), which yielded the number-one single of the same name. The album went on to become one of the most successful albums of the year, garnering sales of over 200,000 copies and winning the Mnet Asian Music Awards for Album of the Year. Heartbreaker also sparked major controversies for the artist, including accusations of plagiarism. After almost a year of hiatus, G-Dragon and bandmate, T.O.P collaborated to record and release the album GD & TOP (2010). The album saw the release of three singles: "High High," "Oh Yeah," and "Knock Out," all of which have charted within the top three positions of the Gaon chart, with "High High" becoming a chart-topper.
G-Dragon's influence extends beyond the music industry, having shaped major trends in South Korea. His tight control over his image and artistry have won him praises for his contribution to fashion, and his lyrical contents and composition have garnered him awards.
Main article: G-Dragon discography
See also: Big Bang discography
Studio albums
Heartbreaker (2009)
Collaboration albums
GD & TOP with T.O.P (2010)
Live albums
Shine a Light (2010)
Music Videos Year Title Role
2001 Jinusean - "AYO" Younger version of Jinu
2003 1TYM - "Hot" Himself
2004 Jinusean - "Telephone number" Himself
2009 Seungri - "Strong Baby" Himself
2010 Taeyang - "I Need A Girl" Himself
2012 SE7EN - "When I Can't Sing" Himself
Years Awards
2007 Mnet KM Music Festival: Music Arrangement ("Lies")[56]
38th Cyworld Digital Music Award: Song of the month (September) "Heartbreaker"[57]
2009 Mnet Asian Music Awards: 2009 Best Album of the Year "Heartbreaker"[14]
2009 Melon Music Awards: 2009 Album of the Year "Heartbreaker"[14]
2009 Melon Music Awards: 2009 Top 10[14]
2010 Cyworld Digital Music Awards: Ting's Choice Award[58]
2010 Cyworld Digital Music Awards: Bonsang Award[58]
2010 MTV Video Music Awards Japan: Best Collaboration Video (Rain is Fallin')
G-Dragon's contributions to his own music have garnered him praises and criticism alike. Preferring to pen lyrics that "sound like an actual story", the Korea Times have praised him as a "genius singer-songwriter",[18] though the rapper has expressed being uncomfortable with the label.[53] His effort to create melodies won him praises as one of the best composers of 2008,[18] with many pop culture critics and industry representatives choosing him as the "musician whose future they anticipate the most."[53] His rap lyrics have also placed him fourth during a vote for "Most God-like" rapper in Japan.[54] The rapper also topped Forbes listing of "Most Hardworking Idol".[55] Regardless, G-Dragon has undergone accusations of plagiarism, most notably for the song "With U", which he composed for Big Bang, and "Heartbreaker" and "Butterfly", which he performed independently


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Hellburner is a gen 142-page Professionals novel in a series by Sara Lansing and Barbara Jones.
The Series
- Goblin
- Knife's Edge
- Operation Assegai
- Hellburner
- Deep Fire
- Hostage London
Series order taken from a 1999 Entropy Press flyer.
Note that the zine order (and content) differs from what is noted at Palely Loitering.
Summary from the flyer: "Amongst the softly-raining leaves of an English autumn Bodie and Doyle can at last relax, after the hardest summer of their lives. Now they can put behind them the horrors of the drug war of high summer, of their unplanned sojourn to the African bush, and get back to straight forward work: or as straight forward as CI-5 ever gets. But nothing can prepare them for that which hides behind the innocent face of English country life. A subculture exists, and as with all things, it has two faces. One face smiles, and dedicates its existence to light and life: the other is turned to darkness, and worships only hate. At a point-to-point race meeting in the Downs country, a chance meeting with corrupt businessman Harry Walters sets 3/7 and 4/5 on the trail of something strange, and a labyrinth of hidden intent, closed minds and incredulity leads them to the shocking face of murder, torture, of a corruption that makes Harry Walters' escapades look mundane. Something powerful is stirring in Britain, turning in its sleep, drifting up to consciousness, and CI-5 is alert to it. The trail leads to London, out to the picturesque shores of Wales, and in the towns around Cardigan Bay Doyle, Bodie, Murphy and Fischer link up with a long-running investigation by the Serious Crimes Squad of the Welsh Police into the activities of the shadowy John Stanhope, known to his followers as The Master. What goes on behind the closed doors of his secure, hidden world? What is his obsession with darkness? How much truth, or reality, can there be in this nonsense? And how far can the dark side go before the light breaks through and blinds it? Doyle and Bodie, at the eye of a building storm, find themselves guests in a strange world, guided by some old friends Doyle had not thought to see again so soon. But when the hellfire begins to fly and the skies become as blood, sharp-edged steel and the confidence of firepower are all the surety they have — or need — to beard the dragon in its cave!"


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The murders by Aaron Alexis at the Navy Yard in Washington, D.C., and the betrayal by National Security Agency leaker Edward Snowden both underscore a problem with our security clearance process.
Fundamentally, the United States has a "perimeter security" system: A government adjudicator guards the gate, deciding who should be allowed through. But once clearance is granted, there is little further substantive assessment of an individual's behavior or activities.
Clearances are supposed to be updated every five years, but that is not always observed. The process, which grew out of the bitter experiences with spies early in the Cold War, is obsolete.
For example, applicants are still asked to identify every home they have lived in, and U.S. workers try to interview neighbors in each place. There is no differentiation between new college graduates and government workers who have held clearances for decades. Recently, a colleague who is a former deputy secretary of a major Cabinet department submitted his SF-86, as the clearance form is known. It ran 256 pages. He has been cleared nine times yet still has to fill out the same form everyone else submits.
Once you hold a clearance, however, it is generally carried over if you change jobs. Snowden's peripatetic career is typical. Snowden should have been under ongoing surveillance, not because of his personal behavior but because of the sensitivity of his position. His job was to move massive files to different computer networks in the NSA system. Steady surveillance ought to be a condition of employment.
The case of Alexis is more complicated. He did not hold a sensitive job or a highly privileged clearance. Our system is designed to defeat spies, not crazy people.
But there are potential solutions. Innovative organizations in the U.S. government are pioneering continuous surveillance methods that could have detected Alexis by using many data sources and reporting risky behavior to security supervisors. There were ample signs of a troubled mind, which should have triggered more rigorous supervision and monitoring.
This type of oversight must be carried out through automated techniques. Our paper-based human review process would be overwhelmed quickly. When data suggest a more focused investigation is needed, trained investigators should take over. Privacy concerns must be addressed, but they could be managed in a manner acceptable to our society.
Government employees and contractors understand that they must be held to closer scrutiny precisely because they carry the credential of trustworthiness to deal with America's secrets.
We mourn the needless death of civil servants. But we should learn and implement lessons that will really solve the clearance problem.


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I use this sort of API call on a couple of websites:/statuses/user_timeline.json?count=10&exclude_replies=true&screen_name=THE_SCREEN_NAME
But it stopped working very recently.Now I get this error for any screen_name I use:{"errors":[{"message":"Sorry, that page does not exist","code":34}]}
Did something change in the procedure? Or is there any other problem?
Thank you for your help,Mig
Same problem here. Stopped working on all sites I maintain.
edit: It stopped working around yesterday afternoon (+1GMT).
I have same problem, hope it's just some kind of maintenance...
I have the same problem here.
same problem here http://www.yurls.net/nl/
yep. a problem here too
problem solved. use:https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/username.json
from: http://stackoverflow.com/questions/12837319/twitter-status-api-suddenly-returning-error-34
Same here... We sure could use some official answer on this one. Is this just temporary (maintenance, as someone mentioned) or do we need to use Oauth from now on ??
Just found this -> https://dev.twitter.com/discussions/11564 We are forced to use OAuth for all methods in API v1.1, including user timeline, according to @episod
This just sucks.
If all of you are still using the old API url, it seems they disabled the old url. the current deprecated API can be accessed with https://api.twitter.com/1/
so the new URL looks like https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/jbrooksuk.json
But i would recommend to switch to API v1.1 as soon as possible as Twitter will remove the v1 API in the near future.
Hope this helps.
Also having this issue. I have 3 published PHP apps that all relied on this now-broken feature. I find it extremely silly to need OAuth and the hassle that goes with it to read PUBLIC information.
As is likely the case with most others, I had zero notice on the change...
API v1 is still active until March 2013. You don't need to use OAuth with API v1.
"API v0" URLs, which have been announced as deprecated for a number of years now, were retired from service yesterday. If you were using the API with an outdated, unversioned URL or one without the api subdomain, your requests will now return a 404.
See [node:10803] for more information.
Thanks @episod.
For those who want a quick answer, you have to use this kind of URL now:http://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline.json?count=10&exclude_replies=true&screen_name=THE_SCREEN_NAME
So you must specify the "api" subdomain and the API version at the beginning of the path.
This is the code that used to work for me, have no idea how to resolve...
You are also using the URL that looks like http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/your_username.json.... Replace it with https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/your_username.json.... That should do the trick.
@rwilk Your snippet of javascript shows that you use a jQuery plugin which calls twitter for you.It does it by adding the jtwt function.
You could go and grab the new version of that plugin (it is most likely updated yet).If it is not the case, you can contact the author.
Worst case scenario, I suggest that you look at the code of the plugin, it shouldn't be very hard to spot the place where you can update this.
I am saying "worst case scenario" because it is always better to contribute by contacting the author and maybe submit a patch him. But sometimes you're in a hurry and some open source developers are quite busy and don't reply straight away.
I am also having a problem with the blogger.js example..
<script src="https://api.twitter.com/1/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
<script src="https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/VisitOzaukee.json" type="text/javascript"></script>
<script src="https://api.twitter.com/1/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
<script src="https://api.twitter.com/1/statuses/user_timeline/VisitOzaukee.json" type="text/javascript"></script>
is this no longer a valid way to display a tweet on a page?
The blogger.js URL you don't want to change -- it's not strictly an API. Try this combo:
thanks, I had tried that with no luck.
Found a different solution here:http://www.queness.com/post/8567/create-a-dead-simple-twitter-feed-with-jquery
I'm afraid the above code does not work - and trying to access the Twitter Badge Widget (which the blogger.js method was based off) doesn't either: https://twitter.com/settings/widgets(try clicking 'create new')Shouldn't Twitter at least make sure their own code is updated before switching off deprecated methods?
For anyone else tearing their hair out about this - the essential info the above post was missing is the URL parameter callback=twitterCallback2


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Understanding the Scriptures
Studying the Scriptures
Do activity B and then activity A or C as you study Alma 25.
Check the Footnote
The footnote for Alma 25:2 gives insight as to why the people in the land of Ammonihah were destroyed. Read the verses listed in the footnote and write a summary of what happened in Ammonihah and why.
How Was Prophecy Fulfilled?
Abinadi prophesied concerning his accusers and their descendants as he was being burned to death. Read Abinadi's final words in Mosiah 17:14–19 and list a brief summary of each element of his prophecy.
Search Alma 25:4–12 to identify which events fulfilled Abinadi's words. Place the verse number next to the prophecy on your list.
Discuss with your parents, teacher, or some other adult Church member some of the prophetic words of latter-day prophets that have been fulfilled. Write down what you learn.
Find Key Ideas
Many of the Lamanites joined the people of Anti-Nephi-Lehi and accepted the law of Moses. Find the phrases in Alma 25:15–16 that explain why the law of Moses was an important part of the gospel at that time, and then summarize in one sentence why you feel that law was helpful for the Nephites.


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Woman pleads guilty as accessory in dog's death
A Fruita woman pleaded guilty this morning to a federal charge of being an accessory after the fact in a dog's death on Colorado National Monument.
Melissa Lockhart, 32, will face a maximum 18 months in federal prison during a sentencing hearing scheduled for Sept. 17 before U.S. District Judge Phillip Brimmer. Federal prosecutors this morning agreed to dismiss Lockhart's original charge, withholding information of a crime, which carried a maximum penalty of three years in prison.
Lockhart was indicted in January by a grand jury related to the Dec. 30 death of Buddy, a dog killed by Lockhart's brother, Steven Romero, 38.
She's pleaded not guilty to state charges alleging she stole two dogs, including Buddy, from a truck in downtown Delta on Dec. 29.
Romero pleaded guilty April 29 to aggravated animal cruelty and faces a maximum three years in prison at his sentencing hearing in Denver on July 30.
Prosecutors alleged in court filings that Lockhart told her brother to get rid of Buddy after the dog killed a cat at Lockhart's home.


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Johannesburg - DA leader Helen Zille has not distanced herself from a DA-supporting Twitter message that likened ANC secretary-general Gwede Mantashe to a Nazi.
An apparently DA-supporting Twitter user using the handle @Blow_Back_Time tweeted Zille and party spokesman Gavin Davis: "@helenzille @gavdavis This is the real face of Gwede Mantashe."
The tweet contained a photo of Adolf Hitler wearing a swastika armband, next to a picture of Mantashe, the ANC's secretary-general.
A swastika was photo-shopped on to the lapel of Mantashe's jacket.
Hitler led the German Nazi party from 1921 until his suicide in 1945.
He was a proponent of race-based supremacy.
As dictator of Nazi Germany he was responsible for the murder of millions of Russians, 6 million Jews as well as Roma, black people, homosexuals, communists and political opponents.
The ANC was not fazed by the depiction of Mantashe.
ANC spokeswoman Khusela Sangoni said: "We have seen opposition parties stooping to unprecedented lows in an effort to discredit the ANC in this campaign, because they have nothing to offer the electorate. They resort to falsifying information, unjustified claims and downright lies like in the photo you are referring to."
In an e-mail, Zille dismissed queries over the tweet as "entirely pathetic".
"One of the ANC's MPs put something on her Facebook describing me directly as Hitler. That is why I said the tweet was ironic. I think we should absolutely ignore it. If you see what people call me on Twitter – you can see what a double standard this is."
IEC spokeswoman Kate Bapela said no political parties had yet engaged the election watchdog with any complaints about the comments. - The Sunday Independent


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The Grove: Memory Care at The Terraces at Los Altos has scheduled an informational "friend-raiser" 11:45 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Monday at 373 Pine Lane.
Speakers will include Kay Kallander, senior vice president of strategic planning for American Baptist Homes of the West, and local resident Bonnie Bollwinkel, professional education specialist with the Alzheimer's Association of Northern California and Northern Nevada. Kallander and Bollwinkel will discuss how The Grove pioneered a unique philosophy for caring for seniors with Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia and the increasing incidence of dementia in the U.S.
The Grove, slated to open in mid-2013, will be the first state-of-the-art memory-care residence in the area. The facility will allow those with Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia to live their remaining years in a secure, homelike setting.
"It is vital that we have a memory-care residence within our Los Altos community," said Frank Verlot, chairman of the facility's board of advisers. "For resident as well as nonresident seniors, The Grove will mean those who need memory-care support will no longer have to be transferred away from their community. The Grove is a sign of hope for those families desperate to keep their loved ones safe and well-cared for near home."
For more information, visit www.theterracesatlosaltos.com.


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Hi there,
When using the link editor (ie, the button with the chain link icon) in a SimpleTinyMCEField with the DataObjectManager, I discovered that SimpleTinyMCEField rewrites all root relative links to be page relative to the location of the SimpleTinyMCE source code. For example, if I enter the url /glossary/abscess and click Save, the link is converted to ../../../../../glossary/abscess.
I poked around the source code and found that in DataObjectManager's code/simple_tinymce_field/javascript/tiny_mce/tiny_mce_src.js file, there are two settings: convert_urls and relative_urls. Both are set to 1. If I set them both to zero, SimpleTinyMCEField no longer rewrites the link(s), which is what I wanted.
My question is, is there a better way to update these two settings, for example in _config.php, so I wouldn't have to touch the core Javascript?


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CRYSTAL CITY, Texas — Historians in Texas are working to gather stories from the thousands of people kept at U.S. confinement camps during World War II.
The roundups began in earnest almost immediately after the attack on Pearl Harbor and the United States' entry in the war 69 years ago.
Japanese, Germans and Italians, both foreign nationals and foreign-born American citizens considered threats, were rousted from their homes and shipped to internment camps.
As many as seven camps may have been in Texas where historians are working to gather stories preserve the few visible signs of the camps.
The state's largest camp was at Crystal City, about 100 miles southwest of San Antonio. It's unique for its 250-foot diameter swimming pool, designed by an Italian detainee from Honduras and built by fellow detainees.