Message-ID: <46542asstr$1076271003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <001101c3ee5e$1ecb91e0$14a8ac3f@HOTBODY> From: "canaryhouse" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2004 11:10:46 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} =?iso-8859-1?Q?OH=2C_GOD.PLEASE.DON'T_Chapters_3_ and _4_Rape_n/c_anal_oral_p?= Lines: 686 Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2004 15:10:03 -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: hoisingr, newsman <1st attachment, "=?iso-8859-1?Q?OH=2C_GOD.PLEASE.DON'T_Chapters_3_&_4.doc?=" begin> OH, GOD...PLEASE...DON'T By Canary Chapter Three We went to sleep in the same bed that night, Bob (for thus he told me to call him) having abandoned the cot for the comforts of a matress and springs. I was still restrained although not as severely as I had been the previous night. He had simply handcuffed my hands around a post in the head board. When we awoke, the day went similar to the previous day. He shackled me and locked me in the bathroom to clean up. I checked the window over the tub, but he had added a padlock to it so I couldn't get out that way. Deciding that there was no way out, I cleaned up and sat on the chair to await his return. I still wanted to escape, but I no longer wanted to hurt Bob in the process. We had a big breakfast of corn beef hash, fried eggs, sausage patties and toast. He asked me if I wanted coffee, but I told him I didn't drink it so he gave me a soft drink. I realized that we had only had one meal yesterday so I figured I'd better eat as much as I could so I went back for seconds and even thirds on the sausage patties. When we were finished, he piled the dishes on the counter and ran water in the sink to wash them. "I'll wash if you'll dry," he said. As I stood there drying a plate, I thought that we were just like a married couple taking care of the household chores. I had seen my parents do the same thing before, but of course they weren't naked at the time. I wondered if this was what it was like with his wife before she died. "Well, might as well get with it," he said when the last dish fork was put away. I felt my stomach do flip-flops. "Get with what?" I asked timidly. "I promised you I was going to fuck your mouth today. Remember?" I scrunched up my nose. "Do you have to. I mean, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I don't want to do it." I saw some of the wildness come back into his eyes. "You slut! What the hell do you think it matters what you want? Just because I've tried to be a little nice to you doesn't mean that I'm still not going to rape you in every way possible. Besides you didn't like it when I fucked your cunt the first time and now you can't get enough of it." I felt a lump rising in my throat. He had a point. I did like it when he fucked me even though there was always pain with it. "I'm sorry," I said hesitantly, "its just that I think I'm falling in love with you." He softened immediately. "Don't do that," he said. "You know that I'll be dead within the next few days. I like you a lot more than I did when I first kidnapped you, but I won't let myself care too much and neither can you." I started to cry. "Oh shit, don't do that," he said. I walked over to him and he took me in his arms. "It's not that I want to die, little one, I just don't have a choice," he said softly. I laid my head on his chest and continued to sob. He picked me up in his still strong arms and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed. "It's alright," I told him, "you can fuck my mouth if you really want to." He gave me a cock-eyed grin. "Oh, I intended to," he said. "But first, I want to show you something." He removed my shackles and the handcuffs. He carefully moved me to the center of the bed. Climbing on the bed himself he told me to spread my legs and I complied. He crawled between them and, supporting him self on his elbows leaned forward. I could feel his hard cock laying against my belly as he kissed me gently. He darted his tongue out and liked my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue darted inside. I pushed back with my tongue and entered his mouth and then we were running our tongues all around each other. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. His kisses felt so good. He broke the kiss and started licking down my neck. He came back up and nibbled on my ear lobe. I was moaning loudly as he moved back down until he reached my right tit. He circled the nipple with his tongue and sucked gently. "Oh god," I moaned. "That feels so good." He looked up at me and grinned. When he came back down he was nibbling on my other tit. Leaving my tits, he licked his way down my belly, circling, but not entering my belly button. Ever so slowly he licked down my left thigh then jumped across and liked up the right one. Then suddenly he was at my pussy, licking my clit like a madman. I was getting hotter and hotter as I felt his tongue enter me. He continued this until I just couldn't take it any more. "Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me now." He raised up and I felt his cock pressing at the opening of my cunt. He pushed in gently until he was all the way inside me. I was shocked. It didn't hurt at all, it just felt so good, so very very good. I wrapped my legs around him and he began moving in and out of me. I was moaning and moaning. "Oh, yes...that's sooo good...fuck me...yesss...don't stop." He kept going and going and I was getting higher and higher. But for what ever reason, I just couldn't seem to come. "I'm close...so close," I moaned. "Hurt me some where...let me come...please let me come." He reached up with both hands and grabbed my nipples. He squeezed them hard and then started twisting them almost all the way around. As he pulled them away from my bodya as far as they would go and then pulled them farther, I screamed. "Yesssss...that's it...I'm cccccccccccooooooommmmming." My whole body shock as wave after wave of intense pleasure/pain flowed over me. I thought I would never come down. I felt him stiffen and shoot his jissm into me and I came again even harder. He stayed inside me, just holding still until I felt him soften and slip out. He rolled off and I rolled into his arms. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," I said. I felt warm and safe in his arms. I woke up about two hours later still untied. I could tell from his regular breathing that he was still asleep. I gently disengaged my self from his arms and rolled to the other side of the bed. This was the chance I had been waiting for. I listened to be sure he was still asleep, crawled out of bed and tiptoed carefully to the kitchen. The clock on the wall told me that it was almost noon. It suddenly occurred to me that when we had first come in and he was having trouble controlling me, he had thrown his truck keys into a corner on the counter. I walked over and saw that they were still there. I had never driven before, but I had watched my dad and I was sure I could do it. I picked up the keys and started out the front door. I paused to think for a minute. An hour later, I opened the bedroom door and turned on the light. "Hey sleepy head," I said. "Lunch is ready." He wasn't really awake. "Huh? Lunch? LUNCH???" He came fully awake. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing up untied?" I laughed. "And you didn't think you could trust me." I paused and got serious. "I TOLD you I love you and even if you're going to die, I'll still remember the time we have together." He sat up on the edge of the bed. Suddenly he grabbed his head in both hands and screamed. "Pills," he gasped. "On top of the refrigerator." I stood stock still for a minute and then I went into action. I ran to the sink and turned on the water as I was going to the refrigerator. I grabbed the pills and a glass from the countertop and ran water into it as I went by. I ran to the bedroom. When I got there, he was lying on the bed shaking all over. I sat the glass on the nightstand and opened the pill bottle. I glanced at the label. Take one or two as needed, it said. I poured two from the bottle. "You've got to sit up," I told him. He continued to shake, but managed to pull himself upright. I literally pushed the two pills into his mouth and held the water to his lips. He swallowed. He fell back to the bed still shaking. Now that I had done what I could do I fell apart. I jumped on the bed beside him crying and sobbing. "Don't leave me Bill. Not yet. You haven't even done everything you want to do to me." He continued to shake all over and I continued to beg him not to die. After about five minutes the shaking stopped. He was perfectly still and I thought he was gone. I threw myself on top of him beating his chest and crying. "DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU!! YOU JUST BEGIN TO TEACH ME WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT AND NOT...". I couldn't continue. "I'm not dead yet," he said quietly. "But if you keep beating me up, I could be." "DAMN YOU!," I screamed. "You scared me to death." "I'm sorry." He sounded remorseful. "It's the way my cancer works. One of these days soon, I'll go into one of these episodes and I won't come out of it." He ran his hand over the top of my head. It was a gentle touch and it felt good. He cheered up a little. "But it hasn't happened yet so we can continue with your lessons." I was laying with my head on his chest facing his feet. I looked at his cock. It was soft and wrinkled, not hard and raging as it sometimes was. I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It began to stir a little. I ran my hand down to the sack that hung beneath it. I could feel the two hard nuts that it contained. What had they called them in school? Oh yes, testicles. I got onto my knees and moved down to where I could examine him more closely. I kept my left hand on his balls and moved my right hand down to wrap it around his cock. It stirred even more, not completely hard but definitely longer and a little firmer. I couldn't believe he intended to put this thing in my mouth. Still, I wondered what it would taste like. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and just licked the tip. I heard him moan softly. He was right, it didn't taste too bad. I opened as wide as I could and took the head into my mouth. It was fully hard now. The head was sort of, I don't know how to describe it it was soft yet very hard. I ran my tongue around it and then took him in deeper. I heard him chuckle. "Hey, Little One," he said. "I'm the one that's supposed to be raping you. Not the other way around." I would have laughed, but my mouth was otherwise occupied. I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I could. It hit the start of my throat and I gagged, so I backed off a little. Instinctively I put my hand around the part still sticking out and jacked it up and down. I felt the head getting even bigger in my mouth and I knew he was going to shoot. I tried to back off, but his hands came down and held me firmly in place. Then my mouth was filled with his sticky goo. I tried to hold it in my mouth so I could spit it out later, but he punched the sides of my cheeks with his fingers. I instinctively swallowed and felt the slimy stuff sliding down my throat. I was surprised. I actually liked the taste. I wanted all of it. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The spurts became smaller and smaller and then finally ended all together. I swallowed one last time and then slide up and lay down with my head on his shoulder. He brought his hand down and squeezed my small left butt cheek. It felt good. "That was really fantastic," he said softly. I looked up into his eyes. "Did I do okay?" I asked. "You did just fine," he said quietly. He paused. "But you do have to learn to take it all the way down your throat." I remembered the gagging. It hadn't felt good. "It would never fit." He chuckled. God, but I loved that little laugh of his. "Yes, it will," he said. He had been right about everything else, I thought. But there was no possible way he could be right about this. We lay there quietly for a while. Finally, he stirred. " I don't know about you," he said. "But I have to go to the bathroom and we both need a shower." We got up and walked to the bathroom together. I watched in fascination as he lifted the toilet seat and pointed his cock toward the bowl. I had never seen a man piss before it looked weird having always to sit myself. As his water started to splash in the bowl I impulsively said, "Can I hold it?" The stream immediately stopped. He looked at me and grinned. "Sure," he said, removing his hand. His cock immediately sagged. I reached out and grabbed it. I pointed it back toward the bowel. Nothing happened. "Don't squeeze it so tight, Little One. You're holding back my piss." I loosened my grip and watched as the golden stream resumed. After I relieved myself he turned on the shower and we climbed in together. He lathered my body. It felt good having his slippery hands run over me. When he soaped my breasts I began to get horny and when he slipped his hand between my legs I almost came right then and there. When he finished, he told me it was my turn. I took the soap and washcloth from him, lathered it and began to wash him down. When I got to his cock, it hardened immediately. I rinsed it off and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and took it in. I tried really hard to take him into my throat, because I knew that was what he wanted. But I always gagged when it got to the back of my throat and I just couldn't do it. He let me suck for a while and then put his hand under my arms and pulled me upright. He lifed me easily in the air so that my cunt was level with his cock. He positioned me correctly and lowered me so that he was imbedded inside me. It didn't hurt at all anymore. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me back against the shower wall. As he began to hunch against me it felt really good. I went up and up. I approached orgasm but for some reason couldn't quite make it. Then I knew what it was. "Hurt me," I gasped. He laughed and lifted me off of him. "Not now. We'll save that for later." We finished our shower quickly. As I was drying I happened to remember. "Oh, dammnit," I said. He raised his head and looked at me. I saw the question in his eyes. "I forgot all about lunch. It's probably dried out by now." I wrapped the towel around myself and we walked to the kitchen. It was the first time since he had torn off my clothes that I hadn't been totally naked in front of him. I saw him look at me and there was lust in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Lunch was spoiled. I had just made some ham sandwiches, but the ham was now dry. We kept the bread, threw away the ham and replaced it with fresh from the refrigerator. I saw from the clock on the wall that it was already amost five in the afternoon. As we sat there eating, I saw that he kept looking at me strangely. When we had finished he hugged me close. "Are you ready to lean how to take it down your throat?" he asked. My heart raced. "Okay," I said shakily. Back in the bedroom he pulled a strange metal device from one of the drawers. "I got this from a dentist supply house," he told me. "Now open your mouth." I immediately opened and he inserted the device in my mouth and strapped it around my head. It felt strange with the bent metal slots hooking behind my teeth. I wondered just what he was doing. "Its going to hurt some when I go down your throat," he explained as he adjusted the nobs at the side of it. I felt my mouth being pried open wide. "I know you wouldn't do it on purpose, but you might end up biting down and that wouldn't be at all good for my health. Once you get used to it, we won't need this anymore." 0x01 graphic
He had me get on the bed with my head hanging over the side. He ran his hand gently down my neck. "See," he said. "This way your throat and your mouth go in a straight line. That way it's easier for you and easier for me." He went down to his knees in front of me. I could see that his cock was lined up almost exactly with my mouth. I got scared and started to raise up, but he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it back down. He leaned forward and entered my mouth. I stopped struggling and allowed it to enter without protest. It reached the start of my throat and I began to gag again. I struggled and pushed against him trying to dislodge his cock from my mouth. He backed off a little and I stopped struggling. "Take a deep breath," he told me. I did and suddenly he lunged forward too quickly for my gag reflex to take hold and entered my thoat. God, but it hurt. My throat was small and his cock was very big. It felt like he had rammed a telephone pole down there. I was squirming all over the bed, pushing against him, trying to get him to take it out. I tried to close my mouth to bite him, but the dental device held fast. The love I had thought I felt for him was now gone. I was being raped all over again and I couldn't even scream with his cock now buried deep in my throat. I couldn't breathe and it felt like I was going to suffocate. He pulled back a little and I took a deep breath. "Breathe through your nose," he said and rammed forward again. I could feel his balls slap against my nose and I knew he was all the way in. "Finger yourself," he snarled. I moved my hands down to my cunt and started to finger my clit. He started fucking my face fast and hard. I began to feel the familiar pain and pleasure that I knew would bring me to orgasm. I stuck a finger inside myself and I went off. I shook all over with pleasure. I felt him growing bigger inside my throat and I knew he was shooting his cum directly into my stomach. Finally, it ended and he pulled out. My throat was raw from having taken the unusual in and out motion of his cock. He lifted me length wise onto the bed and detached the device that was holding my mouth open. He lifted me up and brought a glass of water to my lips. I took a drink, I hadn't realized that my mouth was so dry. The water burned going down, but it did feel a little better. I rolled into his arms. He petted my head, smoothing out my hair. Then he began slowly running his hands over my back ending with his hand squeezing my little ass. I was so confused. It didn't make any sense. He hurt me terribly and yet it felt so good. How could it be? I just couldn't understand it. Maybe I was just too young. Maybe when I got older I would understand. I finally fell into a listless sleep. When I awoke, he took my mouth again this time without the device to keep my mouth open. It still hurt like hell, but I managed to keep him from biting him. I wasn't allowed to finger myself that time and still I could feel the warmth building up in my pussy and I came with a shattering orgasm as he shot down my throat for the second time that day. As I lay in his arms again, he said lazily, "Well, honey." It was the first time he had called me by a pet name. I like that. I wished that we could just stay here forever and he could continue teaching me all the things I needed to know. I remembered my parents and my life before, but it seemed so long ago and yet I'd only been here for two days. I suddenly realized he was still talking. "Tomorrow will be the worst for you, but there's just no way I can keep it from hurting," he said. "What happens tomorrow," I asked. "Tomorrow," he said slowly. "I'm going to take you in the asshole." Fear jumbed in my throat. I rolled away and sat up on my knees looking at him with wide eyes. "It will never fit," I said hysterically. "You thought it wouldn't fit in your throat, too," he replied. He had a point. Chapter Four I spent that night sleeping in his arms. I was no longer tied. It made me feel good that he now trusted me and I knew that his trust was warranted. It may only be for a little while, but I didn't want to leave. In my twelve year old mind, I knew this was where I was intended to be. My life before this seemed like nothing but a dream. When we awoke in the morning, showered, and I fixed him breakfast. We left the dishes on the table and went to the bedroom immediately. He took me normally, and while it felt good having his cock inside of me and I knew that he enjoyed it so I felt good about that, but I just couldn't come. I realized for that to happen, I would need some pain. I wandered if this was perverted. In my mind I knew it was, but my body said differently. When we were finished, he told me to come with him to the bathroom. Obediently, I followed him. Once there, he produced what looked like a hot water bottle. My mom used to fill one with hot water and put in my bed to keep my feet warm when I was small. I watched, fascinated, as he filled the bottle with luke warm water. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Give you an enema," he replied. "When I take your ass it won't hurt as much if there isn't much in there." My stomach turned over. "You still want to do that?" "Yes, Sweetheart." My heart melted when he called me that. He really cared about me. If he didn't, why would he want to make it hurt less. "Well, okay then," I said hesitantly. While we had been talking, he had attached a long rubber tube to the bottle. It had a metal clip in the middle and a little nozzle on the end. He greased the end of the nozzle with Vasoline. He hung the water bottle on a hook in the wall and told me to lay on the floor on my left side. The tile felt cold against my naked body. He leaned down and lifted my right ass cheek slightly. "Just relax," he said. "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't hurt." He pressed the nozzle against my tiny hole and pushed it inside. He was right. It didn't really hurt and it was a little bit uncomfortable. Holding the nozzle inside me with his left hand, he reached up and released the metal clip. I felt the water rushing into me. After a few seconds I yelled that I had enough. He reached up and closed the clip. "Just relax," he told me. "Rest for a few seconds and then you'll be able to take more." I tried hard to relax, but it still felt like I had a gallon of water in my ass. A few seconds later, it hurt a little less. I laid still. "Ready?", he asked and I nodded. Once again I felt more water running inside me. It took three more tries, but eventually I had taken the whole bottle full. He told me to lay still for a minute. I clenched my jaw and waited. It felt like my stomach had stretched out a yard. A few seconds later I felt something cold and hard pressing against my little hole. He pressed his left hand against my pussy and pushed hard with his right. I felt the thing stretch my ass hole what felt like a mile and then settle with a little portion about the size of the nozzle inside the hole. It hurt like hell and I screamed. "What the hell was that?" I asked hysterically. "A butt plug," he said quietly. "It will keep your bottom closed so that the water can do its work." He lifted me to my feet. I felt unbelievably cramped. I looked down and saw that my belly was distended more than it had ever been. "It won't be too much longer," he said soothingly. "Now, come on, let's go do the breakfast dishes." I took a hesitant step forward. It hurt like hell. He took my hands and guided me to the kitchen. He ran water in the sink and began washing the dishes. I was doubled over in pain as I obediently dried. When handed me the last of them I couldn't take it any longer. "I can't stand it," I screamed. "I've got to go NOW!" I laid the wet plate on the counter and waddled as fast as I could toward the bathroom. He followed. "Straddle the toilet," he said. As I obeyed he reached behind me and pulled the plug from my ass and I sat down on the toilet immediately. As the water rushed from my asshole I could hear it splashing against the water in the toilet. After what seemed like a very long time the flow stopped. "Just sit there for a little while," he told me. "I'm going to go take care of that last dish." I sat still and a few seconds later I felt myself cramping again. I squeezed and more water came rushing out. This happened a couple of more times and eventually I felt completely empty. He returned and led me gently to the bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. He brought a cover up and gently covered me. "Sleep, Little One," he said softly. When I awoke, I could feel his hands gently massaging my back as I lay on my stomach. His hands moved further down and I felt him needing my ass cheeks. It was extremely soothing. "Oooh, that feels good," I said softly. He chuckled. "I like making you feel good, darling. It's only fair because you make me feel very good too, you know." I felt him spread my cheeks and press his finger against my ass hole. I felt a tingle in my pussy when he did that. He gently ran his finger around the outside of it. It was very slippery. I opened my eyes and saw the tube of KY Jelly lying on the night stand and I knew why it was so slippery. He slipped his finger inside me. It hardly hurt at all. Actually, it felt kind of good. He climbed from the bed. "Well, Sweetheart, it's time." "Time for what?", I asked drowsily. "Time for you to loose your last virginity." I shook my head and came awake instantly. He was going to do it. He was ACTUALLY going to do it. I felt the rope that he hadn't used since the first night going around my wrist. "I'm sorry to have to do the, love," he told me as he fastened the rope to my other wrist. "But if you squirm around its going to hurt a lot worse." He shoved to pillows under my crotch and tied my legs to the other two bed posts. I was now spread-eagled with my ass high in the air. I was suddenly very scared. "Please," I begged. "I don't want to do this. Please, please, please." "I'm sorry, dear, but I don't have much time. I figure they'll probably find us by tomorrow, so you'll just have to be brave and take it. I do have something that will make it a little easier, though." I felt the cold plastic of a penis shaped vibrator pressing against my cunt. He pushed it into me and turned it on. He used two pieces of adhesive tape in an "X" shape to keep it in place. I could feel the excitement rising as the thing vibrated within me. He reached for the tube of KY and greased the middle and index fingers of his right hand. He held my cheeks apart with his left hand and unceremoniously ramed both fingers right up my exposed asshole. I groaned with the slight pain that joined the pleasure rising in my cunt. He wiggled his fingers around and pulled them part way out, spreading then and making the pain just a little more. He removed his fingers and I saw the KY removed from the night stand once again. "I'm greasing my cock for you, love," he told me. "But don't be deceived. Its still going to hurt like hell. Just buck up and take it." I was shaking all over. "I'll try," I told him. Tears were already streaming down my face because I knew what was coming. I felt him spreading my cheeks and centering himself against my tiny hole. "Hear it comes darling," he said and suddenly rammed his way forward with all his might. My sphincter never had a chance. One minute he was pressing lightly and the next minute he was all the way inside my ass. And then the pain hit. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TAKE IT OUT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS SO BAD...PLEASE...PLEASE..PLEASE STOP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He never gave me a chance to even try to adjust to him. He was just fucking in and out of my ass hole for all he was worth. The pain was unbelievable, unbearable. I screamed and screamed. Slowly, the vibrator in my cunt began to do its work. The pain lessened just a little and the pleasure increased a lot. I could feel myself rising toward the greatest orgasm of my entire life. I was still screaming, but it was with pleasure and the combination of great pain along with it. I felt him stiffen within me and I knew he was shooting his man cream into my bowels. That knowledge was all it took and I went over the edge. YYYYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS....OH GOD.....YESSS...I'M CUUUMMMMMMING! And then it was over. He slumped against me with his entire weignt on my back. His shrinking cock still in my ass. He rolled off of me and I could feel a combination of his cum and my blood flowing out of me. He looked at my hole. "Oh God," he said. "I tore you up a lot more than I thought I would. I'm so sorry. Let me get a rag and clean you up." As he started to crawl from the bed, a bull horn blared from outside. "We know your in there Phillips. Come out with your hands in the air. God help you if you killed that little girl." He looked at me. "It's time, darling. I guess I won't have time to clean you up or hold you close like I had planned." He reached into a drawer and pulled out gun. He walked quickly to the bed and leaned over to kiss me gently. "Goodbye, my love." "Don't go," I begged but he pulled away, walked through the kitchen and out the door. There was silence for a minute and then I heard him yelling something. There was a gunshot and then what sounded like twenty guns going off at once. Then there was silence. I heard footsteps in the kitchen. I was crying piteously. I heard the bedroom door open and a strange male voice say, "OH MY GOD." He ran to the bed and began untying me. "Your safe now," he said. "We'll take care of you." I looked up at him. "Mr. Phillips, is he..." "That bastard will never hurt anybody again. There must be ten bullets in him. It's the strangest thing though. The last thing he said before he died was 'Tell Lisa I love her'." I started tosob uncontrollably. Oh Bob, my poor, poor dear sweet Bob. I had loved him so. He had told me, but I never believed it would really happen. The idiot cop who had "rescued" me didn't have the foggiest notion what was going on. He kept sayin things like "its okay, he can't hurt you anymore." Then everything went black. To be continued..... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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