Drakkwall
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My name is Richard Carnage, not my real last name but considering I was born a street rat and raised as an orphan does it not bother me. I earned that name through my years as a thug for the local Crime Lord of the southern parts of San Andreas. I am a pure white american man, a rare find with the majority of the thugs in town being black street gangs, chinese triads, italian mobs, japanese yakuzas and korean mafia families.
The Crime Lord was a big chinese guy called Chen-Gu or something, I worked for him for six years, since I was fifteen. I had killed a group of his men for trying to press me for money. Instead of having me killed he had laughed when he saw my scrawny shape, my hands still caked in his men's blood and he spoke to me. "You have wild eyes for an American dog, perhaps we can make you into a wolf yes?" I wasn't going to refuse the offer having spent twelve years on the streets.
But as I became stronger and more skilled he began to fear me as I became clear not even one of the biggest Crime Lords of San Andreas could control me. I often fought with my bare hands or with hand weapons like brass knuckles, knives, clubs, sport equipment, pipes or even a few machetes or swords you could get from various sources. I was not bad with a gn but I was my best when up close, few could hit me with a gun, even then I wore a bullet proof vest and a modified riot police helmet, which I had shaped into a wolf like shape, earning me the nickname Wolf.
Then the day came for Chen-Gu to have me put down, I had anticipated it, I had gut instincts like an animal and I trusted them more then that fat fucker. I was to meet a weapon dealer in an abandoned warehouse in the harbour. but instead I went ahead of time and filled the sprinkler systems of the warehouse with gasoline and set a timed device. I made it out of a flare, activated which I tied to a rope, which I had tied to a pipe. I then placed a small birthday cake candle on the rope, by jamming the spike, which I had melted it onto before hand, through the fibre and left.
Taking a car to my boss' home I grabbed a lead pipe and calmly entered the compound. The house was usually well guarded but I had made sure it was not protected by replacing the vitamin pills the boss orders everybody of his personal guard to take every day with cyanide poison. To not make it too long I will make it short, I knocked on the door, punched the fat bastard as he opened it, wearing an untied bathrobe. After I tied him up in the living room on a chair I went for the bedroom and found his pretty blond wife, a real sexy thing who married this fat pig for money and power.
She screamed as I grabbed her naked form and dragged her to the living room, where I tied her naked shape up on the table and after throwing some water on the fatso I raped his sexy piece of ass wife in front of him, making her moan and squeal as her cries of protest ended, I then pressed her face into his groin as I raped her ass, not letting her draw her head back and while doing so I grabbed my pipe and began to swing at the fat bastard's body, breaking his legs, arms, hands, ribs, hips, neck and fingers. The fucker orgasmed into his chocking wife's mouth even as she was smothered to death as I pressed her pretty face down his pub covered fat crotch. I then smashed his skull, leaving him dying with his dead wife still attached to his limp cock, I then took a barrel of gasoline, stuffed a wire into it and attached an electronic device to his dead wife's neck, before wiring an ignition wire around his fat waist.
I then left while speaking. "That device will ignite the gasoline in ten minutes, if your wife's head drops from your crotch you ignite it prematurely like your dick. In five minutes the cops will be here, I sent them some interesting files about you and your dealings. If you survive long enough for the cops to save your bacon filled buttocks then you will face a long time in prison, or death by gas or needle. Consider this my resignation "boss"." Heh I didn't even speak the truth, the device ignited five and not ten minutes later, just as the cops busted down the door, killing some of them pigs in the process.
For the last three years I have worked as a freelance thug, assassin, saboteur and fist fighter, codename: Lone Wolf. I work alone and always alone, you only hire me for a job and that's it, I do not make ties with anyone who might back stab me. But that doesn't mean I am living in fear, after a couple of dozen dead men in the city have the Crime Lords given me a wide breach, especially after I made a message by either killing or raping one of their relatives or wives and sent their heads and organs or raped, but alive, bodies to their doors.
Good, bad, it's all the same, just another point of view which means shit to me. And currently I have been ordered for an interesting job by the biggest and blackest street gang in the city, the Pit Bulls, not pitbulls the dogs but a in Pit Bulls, bulls in a pit, or bulls from heck or whatever. I do not care about their weird names but this job is an interesting one. Apparently has a unit meant to cleanse the corruption of the police ranks been created by the SAPD. And the leader of this group, a sexy piece of ass named Julia Milstavi, is the one running the show. A hard working girl who had to work as a stripper to earn cash during high school and college, apparently she also acted as a spy for the local police. This sexy bitch had put many a gang businesses in jeopardy with her meddling and now the Pit Bulls want her out of the game.
But here comes the interesting part, they do not want me to kill her, they want me to rape her, to humiliate her into submission, to make her an example of what happens to those who meddles in affairs not their own. They tell me I can keep her as long as she is shown at the local meeting of the black street gangs in the dried out riverbed in central park where they would have so believed 'undercover' cops see one of their one broken down into a cock hungry slut.
Well this would be a new work, I had raped before but mostly out of my own needs, I never used protection and there were more then one woman who had carried and given birth to a baby not of her choice the last three years. And with her past as a stripper I just needed to do some digging into her old workplace's 'records' where they store pictures and videos of former workers to show the owners of the strip club chains as a daily 'report' of their new 'talents'. And with the image of her sexy ass shaking and those massive hooters jiggling to the porno music beat I had my blackmail. Now I just had to make the good little cop know her entire career and social life lies in someone else's hands.
I make a copy of the video on a USB, and ten more copies in CDs, USBs and separate computers. I then put the first USB in a mail package to her house and write a message by clipping out letters of last weeks Sunday news paper, hey recycling papers for letters is the good for the environment. Sending the letter, along with a false address, as it is doubtful the old abandoned military air base five miles from town has any active personal, for the last fifty years. Now I just had to wait for the message to reach her and the kitten would ge drawn by the catnip to the lair of the big bad wolf.
The Crime Lord was a big chinese guy called Chen-Gu or something, I worked for him for six years, since I was fifteen. I had killed a group of his men for trying to press me for money. Instead of having me killed he had laughed when he saw my scrawny shape, my hands still caked in his men's blood and he spoke to me. "You have wild eyes for an American dog, perhaps we can make you into a wolf yes?" I wasn't going to refuse the offer having spent twelve years on the streets.
But as I became stronger and more skilled he began to fear me as I became clear not even one of the biggest Crime Lords of San Andreas could control me. I often fought with my bare hands or with hand weapons like brass knuckles, knives, clubs, sport equipment, pipes or even a few machetes or swords you could get from various sources. I was not bad with a gn but I was my best when up close, few could hit me with a gun, even then I wore a bullet proof vest and a modified riot police helmet, which I had shaped into a wolf like shape, earning me the nickname Wolf.
Then the day came for Chen-Gu to have me put down, I had anticipated it, I had gut instincts like an animal and I trusted them more then that fat fucker. I was to meet a weapon dealer in an abandoned warehouse in the harbour. but instead I went ahead of time and filled the sprinkler systems of the warehouse with gasoline and set a timed device. I made it out of a flare, activated which I tied to a rope, which I had tied to a pipe. I then placed a small birthday cake candle on the rope, by jamming the spike, which I had melted it onto before hand, through the fibre and left.
Taking a car to my boss' home I grabbed a lead pipe and calmly entered the compound. The house was usually well guarded but I had made sure it was not protected by replacing the vitamin pills the boss orders everybody of his personal guard to take every day with cyanide poison. To not make it too long I will make it short, I knocked on the door, punched the fat bastard as he opened it, wearing an untied bathrobe. After I tied him up in the living room on a chair I went for the bedroom and found his pretty blond wife, a real sexy thing who married this fat pig for money and power.
She screamed as I grabbed her naked form and dragged her to the living room, where I tied her naked shape up on the table and after throwing some water on the fatso I raped his sexy piece of ass wife in front of him, making her moan and squeal as her cries of protest ended, I then pressed her face into his groin as I raped her ass, not letting her draw her head back and while doing so I grabbed my pipe and began to swing at the fat bastard's body, breaking his legs, arms, hands, ribs, hips, neck and fingers. The fucker orgasmed into his chocking wife's mouth even as she was smothered to death as I pressed her pretty face down his pub covered fat crotch. I then smashed his skull, leaving him dying with his dead wife still attached to his limp cock, I then took a barrel of gasoline, stuffed a wire into it and attached an electronic device to his dead wife's neck, before wiring an ignition wire around his fat waist.
I then left while speaking. "That device will ignite the gasoline in ten minutes, if your wife's head drops from your crotch you ignite it prematurely like your dick. In five minutes the cops will be here, I sent them some interesting files about you and your dealings. If you survive long enough for the cops to save your bacon filled buttocks then you will face a long time in prison, or death by gas or needle. Consider this my resignation "boss"." Heh I didn't even speak the truth, the device ignited five and not ten minutes later, just as the cops busted down the door, killing some of them pigs in the process.
For the last three years I have worked as a freelance thug, assassin, saboteur and fist fighter, codename: Lone Wolf. I work alone and always alone, you only hire me for a job and that's it, I do not make ties with anyone who might back stab me. But that doesn't mean I am living in fear, after a couple of dozen dead men in the city have the Crime Lords given me a wide breach, especially after I made a message by either killing or raping one of their relatives or wives and sent their heads and organs or raped, but alive, bodies to their doors.
Good, bad, it's all the same, just another point of view which means shit to me. And currently I have been ordered for an interesting job by the biggest and blackest street gang in the city, the Pit Bulls, not pitbulls the dogs but a in Pit Bulls, bulls in a pit, or bulls from heck or whatever. I do not care about their weird names but this job is an interesting one. Apparently has a unit meant to cleanse the corruption of the police ranks been created by the SAPD. And the leader of this group, a sexy piece of ass named Julia Milstavi, is the one running the show. A hard working girl who had to work as a stripper to earn cash during high school and college, apparently she also acted as a spy for the local police. This sexy bitch had put many a gang businesses in jeopardy with her meddling and now the Pit Bulls want her out of the game.
But here comes the interesting part, they do not want me to kill her, they want me to rape her, to humiliate her into submission, to make her an example of what happens to those who meddles in affairs not their own. They tell me I can keep her as long as she is shown at the local meeting of the black street gangs in the dried out riverbed in central park where they would have so believed 'undercover' cops see one of their one broken down into a cock hungry slut.
Well this would be a new work, I had raped before but mostly out of my own needs, I never used protection and there were more then one woman who had carried and given birth to a baby not of her choice the last three years. And with her past as a stripper I just needed to do some digging into her old workplace's 'records' where they store pictures and videos of former workers to show the owners of the strip club chains as a daily 'report' of their new 'talents'. And with the image of her sexy ass shaking and those massive hooters jiggling to the porno music beat I had my blackmail. Now I just had to make the good little cop know her entire career and social life lies in someone else's hands.
I make a copy of the video on a USB, and ten more copies in CDs, USBs and separate computers. I then put the first USB in a mail package to her house and write a message by clipping out letters of last weeks Sunday news paper, hey recycling papers for letters is the good for the environment. Sending the letter, along with a false address, as it is doubtful the old abandoned military air base five miles from town has any active personal, for the last fifty years. Now I just had to wait for the message to reach her and the kitten would ge drawn by the catnip to the lair of the big bad wolf.
The message went like this.
"iF yOU don'T WANt ThIS tO REaCh eVEry NEWspAPer IN tOwn you ARe TO LEAvE For Sandpointstreet 43 THE 24th at 2400 hOurS. cOME alOnE OR noTHinG WiLl STop tHiS fROM RUiNIng YoUr Life."
-Richard Carnage:-
http://photos.posh24.com/p/765001/l/jude_law/vilken_hollywoodbad_boy_gillar_du_bast.jpg
-Julia Milstavi-
OOC: The rp will contain some more twisted elements, such as rape, light torture, impregnation, humiliation, bondage, gangbangs and multiple female slaves. So be warned.
"iF yOU don'T WANt ThIS tO REaCh eVEry NEWspAPer IN tOwn you ARe TO LEAvE For Sandpointstreet 43 THE 24th at 2400 hOurS. cOME alOnE OR noTHinG WiLl STop tHiS fROM RUiNIng YoUr Life."
-Richard Carnage:-
http://photos.posh24.com/p/765001/l/jude_law/vilken_hollywoodbad_boy_gillar_du_bast.jpg
-Julia Milstavi-
OOC: The rp will contain some more twisted elements, such as rape, light torture, impregnation, humiliation, bondage, gangbangs and multiple female slaves. So be warned.