Message-ID: <5298eli$9710311116@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Faces of Evil - faces.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <63bhnc$9p0$4@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Dez187lm@hotmail.com id the place to drop you line for this Halloween treat! You know the rules, so please abaide by them!! Enjoy!! Many Faces of the Hunter By: H.D. Meister I watched her carefully, looking for my chance. When it came, I lunged for her throat. When it came, I tore at her savagely. I am the beast which mothers often warn their little girls about. I hunt the night and seek only my own gratification from their young bodies. I have lived long, and, barring any silver bullets, will continue to live... and breed. I remember her name; I remember all of their names. Yet they mean nothing to me. Short. Tall. Skinny. Fat. It all amounts ot nothing. All that matters is seeing their faces as I take what pleasure i can from their lust bloated bodies. I want only to see their faces as I fuck them into oblivion, only to snatch them from within it's walls and do it all over again. This one was prime. Her body was too fat for most "men." I still find it amusing that mortals see women whit a little more to them as unappealing, and those who like their women that way are casts as oddballs or castoffs from humanity. I like all wmen. That she was overweight simply meant that I have more to fest upon. She was no different. I plyed me lines, catching her with one of my more simple lies. When she agreed to leave with me, I knew I had her. As soon as we entered my apartment, I let lose the Beast within me. I Smiled as she recoiled infear at my hulking form. I tore off the flimsy barriers to her given form, and watched as she prayed to whatever god she believed in for mercy. She was within my home now; no god would hear her cries. I saw the fear within her eyes. My strength thumped silently, longing to split this all too blind soul. I did not give her a chance to scream; I took her. I bathed myself with her attempts to struggle againts my inhuman strength. Again and again I filled her, changin positions to suit my own twisted mind. No hole was barred to me, and I partook of them all. I forced myself upon her, and snarled as I felt her body respond to my assault. I coated her with my seed, and laughed as she felt disgust... and satisfaction. Let this be how I am remembered. One of my kind has took it upon himself to end my life. Let these words ring clear, for I know what he does not. I may find Death at the edge of his silver blade, but there will be another. There is always another. When I die, there will be another to replace me, and Halloween will know another face of evil. And even as I breathe my last, I can still tate her. Her nectar birthsed from between her thighs, and her blood as I drained her life from her as would a leech. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /