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Camp Paradise Horror (closed)
OOC: This hopefully will be a realistic as possible scenario about the ever-favorite subjects of rape, but still a fantasy. A fantasy for myself and one other female character, I hope we all enjoy it.
IC: My name is Joe; at least that is what you can refer to me as in this story. I'm over 21, well built and not bad to look at. I've kept my body toned with exercise, not the kind you find in a gym but the rougher, and more endurance building you find in real life. I swim when I camp, the rivers cold biting edge a thrill to me as it tears at my skin and steals my breath, I run, hike and climb as well, again the thrill of hanging off a cliff side and looking at the rocks a hundred feet below is the rush I crave, need and enjoy.
For me that's what life is about, the thrill, the rush of adrenalin when you know you're on the very edge and not knowing if you can come back. Life or death, power, energy, adrenalin, the RUSH.
And that's why I rape as well. The thrill of it, because I enjoy it, because I can. I love the chase, knowing the fear of my next victim, smelling it on her skin and tasting it on her brow when she squirms beneath me.
So enough about me, you'll figure out the rest as we go, what kind of sadist I am and maybe even what kind you are.
I own an outdoor recreation site and in the summer months enjoy the sight of barely clad beauties as they scamper about, firm flesh bouncing as they move, squeals of pleasure as they play. It’s a perfect opportunity for me, to watch the flesh and decide which one to enjoy next, to carefully choose the strongest, the hardest to break and the most unattached.
I had narrowed it down to three choices on this fine morning, three ladies who were here on their own without boyfriends or family, no contact names recorded in case of emergency. All I needed to do now was track each down, have a chat with each and once I made my choice, use camp business to have her come to a secluded spot where no one would hear her scream.
OOC: This hopefully will be a realistic as possible scenario about the ever-favorite subjects of rape, but still a fantasy. A fantasy for myself and one other female character, I hope we all enjoy it.
IC: My name is Joe; at least that is what you can refer to me as in this story. I'm over 21, well built and not bad to look at. I've kept my body toned with exercise, not the kind you find in a gym but the rougher, and more endurance building you find in real life. I swim when I camp, the rivers cold biting edge a thrill to me as it tears at my skin and steals my breath, I run, hike and climb as well, again the thrill of hanging off a cliff side and looking at the rocks a hundred feet below is the rush I crave, need and enjoy.
For me that's what life is about, the thrill, the rush of adrenalin when you know you're on the very edge and not knowing if you can come back. Life or death, power, energy, adrenalin, the RUSH.
And that's why I rape as well. The thrill of it, because I enjoy it, because I can. I love the chase, knowing the fear of my next victim, smelling it on her skin and tasting it on her brow when she squirms beneath me.
So enough about me, you'll figure out the rest as we go, what kind of sadist I am and maybe even what kind you are.
I own an outdoor recreation site and in the summer months enjoy the sight of barely clad beauties as they scamper about, firm flesh bouncing as they move, squeals of pleasure as they play. It’s a perfect opportunity for me, to watch the flesh and decide which one to enjoy next, to carefully choose the strongest, the hardest to break and the most unattached.
I had narrowed it down to three choices on this fine morning, three ladies who were here on their own without boyfriends or family, no contact names recorded in case of emergency. All I needed to do now was track each down, have a chat with each and once I made my choice, use camp business to have her come to a secluded spot where no one would hear her scream.
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