Message-ID: <25668asstr$965524207@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 Abduction of Laurie Fallon Part III-V Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2000 21:10:07 -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: gill-bates, newsman From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon (Updated 8/1/2000) TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only. Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher 09570958X0959xScream0924X.htm The Abduction of Laurie Fallon Parts II-V Friday, April 10, 1992 THE VAN Thrown into the van that Abel had parked along side River Road in Edgewater, NJ long lane shire, neon lights of the Gables Exotic dance club shimmered in yellow and azure blue slivers as dazzled movie before her eyes, through the dirty glass of the van, Laurie closed her eyes and felt her body captured by rough tape. Then it was dark when he shot her full of some shit that made her ass collapse, and screaming no, inside under her taped mouth, he didn't hear "don' t hurt my baby," but, as ends are often not what is good or righteous, Laurie slept finally, not dead, but brought to suspended life as pieced in dreams she would conjure to keep herself sane. The man, Antonio, self named Abel, a Doctor of some malignant Faustian will to murder knew how to stop her with out harming the fetus. That future infant was part of his spoils that he and his sister schemed holding his dear half sister, five year older, upon fucking her bristling cunt with an almost unfit prick that reached almost a foot. Abel reached "the Factory," as they called it, and he and Lilith lived as husband and wife married by their own mother when the wallowed in the extravagant cave of an ancient soap maker who piled the blue stones one on top the other at the base of the Palisades in ancient pre George Washington Bridge Edgewater. The edifice, hide out, holding pen, was built to protect a maniac relative from a nuclear blast from 1950 Dr. Strange Love charm as he surrendered to hysteria and transmitted it through lewd fondling of children so the Bradford family infamy unfurled. Dug into the palisades, ventilated and provisioned no one could hear or see the carnage that took place almost in sight of a police station one quarter of a mile down the road. Inside the far end of the cave, deep inside the factory, Able and Lilith spent their minds plotting the death of women and children, using their masks and stained lives to sustain themselves in their self centered "paradise" as a great prince and queen of prurience and a moldy green slime that covers the depths of septic tanks when they are filled with waste that greed surveys. 0958XScream0924X.htm Laurie was not Alone with Abel Held captive until February 14, 1993, Laurie had been presumed dead as nine others from 1989-1992 in Bergen County, New Jersey. Consider this loud and terrified scream. What is the origin of the warning: to stimulus or receptor, to ears or sight or to the actor and victim. Who really listens when the world is so dangerous and yes, simply evil? Some may even walk away from a crime scene and say nothing to anyone proving that the beasts fear lives inside by the twisting of our memory of good and evil as a blanket to a beautiful nuclear sky. Imagine Laurie Fallon being dragged away by a lone individual. The scream was ugly and beneficial. Someone heard it. Woman, 64, named Rose saw Laurie beaten and defending but finally being dragged into a very battered van. She described it to the police but apologized to them for not being able to give them the license plate. Eyesight not so good, she said, but she did notice that the van had no rear bumper and the woman was far along in pregnancy. She had long waist length red hair that almost came to her rear end the woman said. I had hair like that once, not red mind you, she added. Hers looked real but who can tell. When questioned a second time, several days later by a female police detective, Rose said that "the woman really struggled with the guy. She was tall, but he was larger and had the advantage over her. She also added (and this was new information) that I knew her almost from before somewhere and it took a day or two for me to remember how she passed through my life. Did not know her name mind you, the woman said. She used to buy the deli near where I lived last year. I moved and had not seen her for a long time. She was skinny then, and I almost did not recognize her, which is why I did not tell you this the first time. I am sorry about that but I was also sorry for her but could do nothing. What could a tiny old woman do? I knew the creep was not someone she knew because he wore a stocking mask at first. The woman pulled it off his head when they fought, she said. One thing more, Rose added. Maybe this would help she whispered to the female police detective. She did manage to pull his ski mask off, and when he did, I was startled by how handsome he was. She said she would know that man anywhere, but that she hoped she would not have to identify anyone. I do not like to get involved. My daughter told me I was a fool for saying what I did. Now you come here again, my daughter is gonna kill me you know. I am telling you this because the creep was a very mean man like my late husband. Marty would smash anything if it got in his way. When she ripped the mask off his face, he kicked her when she had fallen down holding the mask, and he smashed one of the windows of the van with his fist in a rage. I thought the man was drunk at first, she added. The vehicle was found two day after Laurie disappeared in Jersey City, left at a supermarket parking lot. Reported stolen the morning after the kidnapping the police reported. We knew it was the right one, the Detective said. It had no rear bumper and two smashed front windows. Guard at parking lot thought some one had broken into the car, so he called the police. Otherwise, he would have had it towed later that day. Part of his job was to mark the tires of the cars that stayed too long. If the car had been towed any evidence found inside would have been meaningless and compromised, the Detective reported to the Captain on duty. Van belonged to a man who lived near Binghamton in Virgil, NY several hours away. He was eighty-six and in a rest home. Binghamton Police reported that no one used the van but the man (he recently had lost his driver's license, and had been put in the home by the County because he could not take care of himself. The man had no younger relatives, the Binghamton Police Lieutenant said. The task force investigating the Laurie kidnapping had their first physical evidence: two vacuum cleaner bags of stray garbage and fast food wrappers that littered the floor of the van. After nine women were taken and seven had their battered bodies strewn in measured trash, the police had found their first tangible evidence that Abel and Lilith were indeed criminals and not serpents or the devil incarnate. 0959XScream0924X.htm Laurie's Scream Became Hyperlink #1 Laurie's scream an instinctive recall of terror, outrage and violation became hyperlink #1 in the evolving mystery over the next nine months of torture by the self named serial murderers Maria and Antonio Corvino, AKA, Lilith and Abel. The pair was further identified by the letters written home from Vietnam by the father of Abel to his son. Abel had scattered these letters in the remains of the victims carefully removing connections. Abel mailed copies of them to the local press and police from mailboxes all over eastern Pennsylvania, New York City, New York State and New Jersey. So Laurie remained in this custody until some infinite end that could not find the lid to close over itself like a false orgasm or as she put it more a tortured sleep. Imagine waking when a squeaking door means that you were not alone and soon would be taken with out any outcry. Laurie's rage grew into the absence of resistance that first step enslaved and then turning on her spine she loves Abel protecting him as one witness inside her own skin cursed abduction. Why me she could have asked? She didn't. When it was over, she said carefully, better me. I can handle any deceit. For years, I was the prey of fake men and insane mothers. What better practice. If I am the example, if I am to die, why not. My daughter lives outside the carnage. I had seen to that. Henry will treat her as father. I will see to that as well before my demise. More American Adventures in 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+