Message-ID: <46006asstr$1072483804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: cthon@rocketmail.com (Cthon) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 12:15:31 +0000 (UTC) X-Spam-Level: Level X-Spamscanner: mailbox3.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Dec 3 2003 15:07:19, 0.0/5.0 2.60) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 61811 hBQCFW70070930 mailbox3.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 26 Dec 2003 04:15:31 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} We 3 Kings... (7th Heaven, Mary Camden, christmas, nc, masturbation) Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 19:10:04 -0500 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: dennyw, hoisingr Must read info: This story has been in the works since the 98' christmas episode of 7th Heaven entitled "Santa Clause is Coming to Town!" and takes place the weekend after christmas in the 7th Universe! Enjoy, you must be of age to read adult material and none of these characters are of my creation nor do it's origional creators have any affiliation with this story, thanx! ***** We 3 Kings are Stealing Your Daughters!!! By: cthon@rocketmail.com -Chapter 1- *** Mary slowly opened the bathroom door and peered cautiously down the hallway. Knowing how busy the house can be she started toward the bedroom she shared with Luce. Fresh out the warm shower, dripping wet and wearing only a soaked towel across her body, Mary was confident that she was alone upstairs. Her wet footsteps stopped as she got to the room closing the door behind her and leaning her back against it. Slowly closing her eyes, she let the wet towel drop in a heap at her feet. Mary instantly imagined the basketball practice that she had attended for the last two hours. Her nude athletic body slumped against the wood door as her hands graced her thighs. Embracing the slight winter breeze from her open window her firm young chest heaved with incoming breaths. Mary could feel the remaining drops of water train down the small of her back, inner thighs, shapely calves and the valley between her firm rounded breasts. Her thoughts soon drifted from the rigors of basketball to her ever-friendly teammates. Today's session was especially difficult on her. The constant hand checking from her female contemporaries grew more forceful and lewd with the grueling drills. Mary's hands grew closer to her groomed young crotch, which beautifully matched her damp light brown hair. She purposely squeezed her young B-cups between her arms as her hands cupped her own sex. Clamping her hands between her thighs, Mary began to slide her back up and down slowly embracing the door's firm support. She gently and carefully began to masturbate, her slender fingers playing her body like a guitar. "nhhh....mmmmm..." Mary's fingers stroked her inner walls deftly as she bit down gently on her lower lip, lost in the unique fantasy generated in her wild imagination. *Held down against her will by a grinning group of her 16 yr old teammates. Mary was clearly pleading to her friends showing her disgust as the forced her down on the bench, hands beginning to grope her nude, writhing form. Allison immediately straddled Mary's face, grabbing a handful of her hair, she yanked the girl's sobbing face up into her exposed crotch.* Mary was violently awakened from the dream as her knees buckled under the intense fatigue from practice and the building orgasm. "ahhhhh...hrmmph!" Giggling to herself, she continued to pet her folds on her knees and one hand. Mary loved the dripping sweetness on her pumping fingers combined with the biting pain of her fingernails on the undulating walls. On her hand and knees like the slut in her fantasies, Mary gyrated slowly, her hair still cooling her neck and back with remaining drops of water. Soft moans filled the room as the teenage athlete licked her lips, desiring to cum hard onto her own fingers and willing to clean up the consequences. *BRRRT---BRRRT---BRRRT* Mary's eyes opened in a flash as she looked up past strands of damp hair at the obnoxious alarm clock. "Oh...god...late!" She quickly jumped to her knees lunging toward the screeching clock. Landing on her sister's bed, Mary hurled herself across it somehow landing a slap to the snooze button on the alarm as her breasts bounced firmly. She landed in a heap on the opposite side of Lucy's bed, sitting on her rear, her legs outstretched and her short hair obscuring her gorgeous face. Breathing hard, her crotch yearned to be petted as the young girl could hear her father coming down the hallway. His footsteps counted down her doom and eventual shame unless she could get to her towel in time. Mary raced to the door slamming her shoulder against it as he dad knocked. "Mary?! C'mon honey, you're going to be late." "I'll be right out, dad, just give me 5 minutes" Mary declared breathlessly. "Hurry it up kiddo, we're gonna' need to have a talk in the car about how important this job is!" her father replied. Mary knew she was in for another long lecture as she heard the stern footsteps leading toward the stairs. She collapsed again against the door, reaching up to wipe her brow, having narrowly escaped embarrassment. She immediately noticed strands of sticky wetness still clinging to and connecting her fingers as her hand stopped before her glance. *** Mary slipped into the passenger's seat of the station wagon where the Reverend stared her down from the driver's seat. Mary looked away with a worried look as she prepared for the oncoming lecture as only her father could give. *** The rocking was slight, almost insignificant, but it was definitely occurring. The small white sports car had been hijacked from a rural Pennsylvania town and driven all the way to Glen Oak. The triumvirate of escaped convicts now needed to start their life anew in a new town. Living off the funds of the car's former owner they settled in Glen Oak when the funds were depleted. From behind the abandoned mill and surrounded by forest the three men plotted their plan. Butch, the leader of the men, sat behind the wheel examining the local newspaper for a place to take refuge while they plotted their eventual integration back into society. A former CEO, Butch decided to escape from prison and reestablish an empire, but he needed help. Next to Butch sat Van Patten, a 240-pound mountain of black muscle. The bald gang member was littered with tattoos and needed to take out his anger in innocent people. "Yo, what da fuk we gonna' do now?" he roared, obviously bored with their current situation as he scanned the radio for a rap station. "Settle down, Van, you know I'm working on it!" Butch replied coolly. From the back seat the third member of the gang was continuing his role in society, ruining women's lives. Brian Snoddy worked as a janitor at a university in his hometown, before he snapped from all the firm female flesh one summer day. Brian "break-em in" Snoddy went on a nine day rape and torture spree attacking any girl he came across, often filming his victims before falling into a FBI sting. Brian had his hands filled at the moment his two comrades plot their fate. From the backseat of the car muffled whimpers and sobs could be heard as Brian humped atop the female captive. For the last three days the 18-year-old high school senior had been beaten, raped and forced to dehumanizing acts by the convicted rapist. He grinned evilly before licking the beaten girl's neck. Jen kicked out in response at the back window gaining the attention of Van Patten. The bald gang-banger turned to see Jennifer's hazel eyes red and wet with the pain of her ordeal and her lifeless tan body covered in cuts and bruises. Lying motionless under Brian, her arms bound painfully under her with duct tape, her mouth similarly covered with tape wrapping around her head and brown locks. The girl's torn and soiled blouse remained in better condition than the flared rayon skirt. Van Patten could barely stand to watch the bloodied girl raped again as her legs trembled from the torture. "Damn, man, just kill the bitch already, we got what we need from her!" Van stated as he turned away. Brian just grinned down at the tortured student, who lost her will to fight after the first day of torture and now just survives like a vegetable. "Here, I've found something, a place we can lay low for a while." Butch commented. Van leaned over to see where his new home would be and gave a concerned look, glancing back up at the man behind the wheel. "The Glen Oak Soup Kitchen?! Boy, you better be right `bout dis, cause I don'ts needs you two pricks, remember dat shit!" *** End of Chapter 1 - want to see more? 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