Message-ID: <1189eli$9706032201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc) 02/10 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 05/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chapter 2 Dark Shadows The college I was attending had seen a recent outbreak of random beatings and attacks. The school newspaper was reporting almost daily that some young male or female student had been attacked. Males were beaten and stripped. Forced to limp back to their dorms naked and humiliated. Females were also man handled, mauled, degraded and eventually stripped and released. So far there had not been a rape or a death but everyone felt that the attacks were advancing in that direction. The victims could only say that they had been attacked by a large group of men. Sometimes as few as four, other times as many as eight. They attacked from the dark in masks dragging their victims to a secluded area where they could continue their ugly fun. They were cruel and vicious and seemed to treat their actions as a game. There was no pattern and no useful physical description for the police. Accusations had been made and refuted. The fraternities were fearfully watching each other. They feared some group within their ranks could be the culprit. The Chancellor was claiming that the attacks were the work of city gangs coming onto the campus. Others embraced the theory that a secret society or club had formed. Some said it was Heavy Metal Head Bangers or Nazi Skinheads. Others claimed it was rich society snobs acting out their power fantasies. Everyone agreed there was a problem. Stepped up security and patrols didn't seem to have any affect. The number of students reporting they had been attacked kept climbing. A palpable sense of fear and worry seemed to settle on the campus. Students began to travel in groups after dark. Observing all this, I was tempted to try my hand at crime fighting. After all I did have super powers of a sort. I finally decided to let the cops handle it though. Getting involved might expose me and what I could do. That label of Monster and Freak was always just a moment away. My roommate, Alan Bower, was the social animal that I sometimes wished I could be. In the six months we had lived together, I had seen Alan dating over 14 girls. Even as a Freshman he seemed to get invited to all the best Fraternity and off campus parties. He was on the swim team and seemed to draw beautiful women in like flies. More than once I had either walked in on Alan and a half or fully, naked girl or been stopped at my own door by the moans coming through it. Moans that had sent me back to the library for some more study and to give my roommate some privacy. I envied Alan his way with the ladies but mostly I had formed a deep friendship for the wild young man. There was actually mutual respect between the two of us. Alan had witnessed my transformation since arriving the first day of school and was impressed with my drive to improve myself. Alan had just started dating a girl that he had met from the Girl's diving team. Yvette Forman was so gorgeous that I often found himself staring, whenever she dropped by. I wasn't alone. Yvette was a Junior and a campus personality. Everyone knew and loved her, or lusted after her. She was vice-president of her Sorority. She was a straight A dean's list student in Computer Information Science. She was built like a model with jet Black hair, perfect measurements, large bust, a classically beautiful face, tiny feet, long legs.... I could have written books about her. The thing I found most attractive about Yvette was her honest friendliness. She was a good person, she listened to people and she cared. If she hadn't been my best friend's girl friend and so out of my league it wasn't funny, I might have even dared to smile at her. One Friday night, soon after Alan and Yvette started dating, I had been studying alone, as usual, when the RM (Residence Manager) had banged on my door. "Christ Josh! Come quick. You've got to get down to the Health Center!! Alan and Yvette got attacked!" he yelled. I sprinted from the dorm. The campus was a blur as I ran the half mile to the Health Center. As I got there I could see that the town police and campus security were outside arguing about what to do. I burst in through the emergency entrance and ran down the hall to the room with the people waiting anxiously outside. Using my telekinesis I cleared a path and ran directly into the large examination room. I was not ready for the what I found there. Doctors were working frantically on Alan. He was bleeding from multiple cuts on his face and chest. Both of his eyes were black and puffy and blood appeared to be leaking from between the lids. Worse than any of this though was his legs. His legs had been broken. The bones were shattered and sticking out through the skin. He was unconscious but obviously still in agonizing pain. The horror of what had been done to my friend had hardly registered when I finally caught sight of Yvette. She was sitting, crouched in a corner wrapped in a blanket. Her face was dirty and smudged with blood. Her hair was in wild disarray. It was her eyes though that gave me the greatest shock. They were wide open, staring but unseeing, the whites visible all around. As a doctor tried to approach her she went totally insane. She screamed "Don't touch me! No more! Stop it you bastards!!!! NNNNNNooooooooooooo!!!!". She was spitting and growling and coughing and hiccuping and throwing up and thrashing and hitting anyone who came near her. Even from thirty feet away, I could tell she was naked and bruised under the blanket. She had been raped. Raped and beaten. Tears streamed from my eyes as I tried to control my anger. My eyes snapped to a garbage can in the corner. "How could someone do this" I thought. Rage beat within my heart. "Nooooooooooo!! STOPPP IIIT PLEEEASSE" Yvette screamed and screamed. The garbage can imploded with a crash turning into a small ball of twisted metal. While everyone was distracted, I reached out and telekinetically squeezed the carotid arteries in Yvette's neck. Her eyes rolled up as the blood flow to her brain was cut off, and she passed out. I released the arteries and watched as the Doctors rushed in to help the girl. I didn't know what Yvette needed but she needed help. Now, maybe, they would be able to help her. They were taking Alan off to surgery and nurses were tugging at me to remove me from the room. The entire building quaked for just a moment and then settled. Everyone looked up. I released my breath, shrugged off the hand on my shoulder and left the room. People moved out of my way as I left. I'm sure there was a very dangerous feel about me that night. I only had one thought on my mind, "SOMEONE was going to pay for this". 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