Message-ID: <25384asstr$964084201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "seanfarragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Runaway II Mf Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 05:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel http://www.taximurders.com TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only. Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher Runaway II 0948Xrunaway0266X Emma Cavanaugh DOB: 8/10/1974 Memory of November 29, 1987 Billy's a cab driver and goes for dope everyday. He said I am just a scared kid white girl and that I looked like a rat in the snow. I was grateful he took me home to his motel. I was just having coffee when this stocky man, with a middle aged belly, came up, and asked if I was hungry. I said yes. You got fifty, I just picked a number, and the guy thought about it., too rich for me honey. Just treated him like I did my fucken Dad. Fucked Dad like any slut for his credit card or a check. He gave it up and it was always more than I needed. Told me to get undressed, bitch just do it, he said, slapping my butt. Can't get sick on me. No money for a doctor. Get into that hot shower. Yes sir, like my father, I did what I was told. I did get sick. I hit in the corner of the room. He was more patient. Ex-rocker, told me he was fifty, older than my father. You can take a shower, he said. Turn around, and he did. He seemed nick, and I got out of my wet clothes, and raced into the hot shower. Billy opened the door. I screamed. What. No lock, shit. Just a towel for you honey, he laughed. Coming into the shower, he washed my hair, body, looking me over, especially my tits, which were large for 13. You're sixteen, right he said. Jail bait you know. I can't keep you here. I said no, don't throw me out. I'll do anything. No, that's not what I want. I like to watch. Here you can put on my underpants, and under shirt, until you can get yours cleaned. I came out, my tits hanging out of the shoulder straps of the shirt and the underpants almost falling off. We laughed, and he handed me a blue terry cloth robe. Want a drink he asked. Sure. It was sour, bitter, and I coughed. Not used to drinking, and I gulped it down to show him, not one but three quick ones, and I was gone. I woke up in his bed, my pants were off, and this guy eating my cunt. Sure felt good, so I said, why not, and I lifted myself closer. Let me call you Charity, sure I said. Be my little girl, he asked, Charity, don't be scared drying my back, didn't touch, knew how scared, although I would have done anything. Hot soup. Noodles, sucking it up. He watched and I am a pet. Dog BOW WOW Now I wanted to bark. Johnny-Daddy made me tell him the truth. Next day. How old? More erotica and other works by Sean Farragher: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/ Sean Farragher Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com TxM6 Sites: http://www.taximurders.com http://www.taximurders.com/enfer http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+