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Disclaimer: This story (and all parts thereof) is copyrighted, except as noted. Permission is granted to post on free sites only, with permission. If you are under legal age where you are to read adult material, stop now. Thanks. Authors Note: This story is based on the Skid Row song "18 And Life" The idea occurred a long time ago, and hearing the song after all this time inspired me to write it. Its as life often can be, tragic... If you are so inclined, please leave feedback to lucretia@c... or in the usual spots. Your Crime Is Time By Lucretia (lucretia@c...) Ricci was driving her Geo Metro home from work, idly wondering if her roommate had picked up any laundry detergent when the song came on. Not just any song; THE SONG. She pressed the off button on the car radio, but thanks to a feature built in by the manufacturer that allowed the power button to function as a CD/tuner selection, it was a long two seconds before it went off. No, not now... I don't want to think about it anymore. Never again, NO!! These thoughts ran through her mind as it tried not to remember, to bury it back inside her. It turned out to be useless. Her eyes, green, began to brim with tears. She fought them back and barely made it. Amy was watching a re-run of The Simpsons when her roomie opened the door and rather swiftly threw her pocketbook over the couch and made for the basement door. "Ricci? Hun? Are you okay?" Amy asked, openly concerned. Ricci stopped and turned, facing Amy. The tears, suppressed were beginning to overflow her bottom eyelids. "I heard it again." Ricci's voice trembled out. "Oh." Amy had seen it before. The first time it had happened, she had tried to comfort her, but it was useless. The only thing that could be done was to wait out the storm. Without another word, Ricci walked down the stairs to the basement. A small clearing in one corner contained a table, chair and mirror. On the mirror were pictures of two guys, obviously good friends in a few different places. One picture of them showed them with both fists in the air, showing that they were ready for any fight that might come along. The largest picture showed one of the guys by himself, finger picking a guitar in front of an amp. On the table there were candlesticks, crystal with black candles burnt down almost halfway, a small CD player, and a bottle of tequila with a shot glass. Ricci sat and looked over the pictures again and again. The first teardrops fell to her cheeks, which inspired more to come. Soon there was a stream falling from each. She lit the candles and turned out the lights. In the dim grayness she brought herself back, trying once again to close a wound that would not heal. *** Rick Daniel's had enough. Enough of his father and his father's beatings. Not even his best friend, Tom knew about the beatings. He was too ashamed. He'd HAD ENOUGH. He had worked hard to earn what little he had. Life took and took and took. Now it was time for life to pay him back. He'd just turned 18 and was getting the fuck outta this. He packed his guitar and a few of his things into his Camero and made ready to get outta the suburbs and into the big city. "Ready, man?" Tom asked from the passenger seat, eager to go. Ready to live the high rolling life in the city. "You'd better believe it!" Rick told him. Soon all that was left of them was two black tire marks in the street, where, once upon a time, they might have laughed as they played tag and other games small children play. Cruising for a bit, they made there way onto a highway that led them into the city, where the bars, hot chicks and good times were to be had. For the first few days, the money that they had taken with them kept them rolling good. They found their way into bars, mostly because the bouncers were willing to take a $10 bill to overlook their ages. The bright lights and the dark corners of the city held their young adult minds in awe. After a few weeks the money ran out and they went separate ways, but not before bidding "The best motherfucking time of my life", as Rick put it, good-bye. They closed out every bar in the city and when it was over they knocked fists together and walked in different directions. The next day Rick was walking down an alley, when he saw two men in suits discussing something. He backed into a doorway and watched and the conversation degenerated into a hot argument. Suddenly, both pulled out guns and shot each other. He watched this in horror and awe. Soon enough police sirens wailed in the distance. Rick ran over to the dead men and looked at the briefcases they had been carrying. Sure enough, one had a white powdery substance, and the other had bundles of cash. He stuffed as much as he could into his pockets and ran off. For the next few weeks, Rick went to concerts, bars and worked on his Camero. The car was looking awesome. A brand CD player, speaker box, and a paint job. He lived out of the car, too nervous to get an apartment. That might be traceable, and he didn't want his dad showing up and dragging him home. Walking down alleys became a sport for him. He yearned to see what was beyond the bright streetlights and the neon signs. This lead him to another alley just after the sun had fallen behind the skyscrapers in the city. At once, he felt something was wrong here. Before he knew it, he was facing a brick wall with graffiti that had to be at least a decade old, a gun to his back. "Nice shoes, nice jeans, and if you wannna see how nice this gun is, try something stupid." Ricky felt his head getting clearer, colder. It was how he had often escaped serious injury when his father felt like giving him a few lumps for forgetting his soda bottle on the living room table, or when he had knocked a can of his dad's favorite beer on the floor. "Sure man, no prob. It's in my front pocket, just let me turn around." "Do it slowly, very slow. Speed really DOES kill, if you get my drift." Ricky turned around to face his assailant. A greasy, thin man with fresh needle tracks on his arm. He reached into his front pocket and brought out his wallet. The man's eyes gleamed at the fat wallet in anticipation. In truth, there were mostly ones in there, but that really didn't matter. Rick let his eyes dart out quickly at the far end of the alley as he handed the wallet over. The man looked in the direction and tried to see what it was that Rick had seen. Quick as a rattlesnake, Rick, using his fist, drove the man's hand that was holding the gun into the wall, dropping it. The man yelped in pain and surprise, made a grab for the gun, and Rick punched him in the jaw. The man went limp and fell on the ground. One eye, open, not seeing, peered through a cracked and empty bottle of beer. The man's breathing suggested that he would be out for a while. Rick reached over and picked up the gun. He looked at it, feeling high with adrenaline and a sense that this piece of metal was somehow magical, a talisman of sorts. It felt like power. It felt like the strength he hadn't had while lying weak and helpless on the kitchen floor as his father's fists plummeted him again and again. But the gun also gave him a sense of unease that he couldn't understand. He slipped it into his coat pocket and walked away. That night, at a local bar, he drank up a storm, feeling as if he had fought a titanic battle with life, and come out the clear winner. A few weeks after the incident in the alley had gone by, local gangs took notice of him. They offered him their peculiar "membership" as they called it, but he always declined. A few fights broke out, but his cunning and speed always won out. Two months after they had left for the big city, Rick and Tom met again at a bar known as "The Toolies". Knuckles were knocked again, backs were patted and they sat down. Tom wasn't looking too bad, either, Rick saw. Rick looked at the bartender for a minute and soon after a bottle of Tequila accompanied them. "How's the streets, Ricky?" Rick grinned, "Fortune passes everywhere," he said, knocking down another shot. "And you?" "Livin large, my man, living larger then life." Tom replied as he returned Rick's cold grin. "I came by, hoping to see you here." They exchanged stories as only the best of friends could do. Tom had moved up a bit; he was living in an apartment and was working here and there. He just started at a company that wanted him to relocate, and he wanted to say good-bye to Rick. "So what you wanna do?" Rick asked. "I'm having a party at my flat uptown Tuesday night. We'll rock out, drink a bit and then make our last good-bye look like an 8 year old's birthday party thrown by his grandpa." Rick nodded, "One to remember, my man. I hear ya" Tuesday came by and he drove up to Tom's flat, which looked only slightly better then the seedy motels that prostitutes brought johns to. So they started partying. Vodka and Tequila ran like water. Drunk almost to the point of passing out, they decided it was time to go out and make their final marks on the city. From bar to bar, they rolled on and on. Soon they only bar that hadn't been closed due to brawls was The Toolies. They walked in, made themselves at home, played a couple rounds of pool and eventually started a fight so bad the SWAT squad had to be called in. Of course, they slipped away long before the cops showed up. In an alley they finished what remained of the bottles of alcohol. Rick decided to show off his talisman "Hey man, check it out, ain't it cool?" Tom laughed "The gun's cool, but I'll bet you can't shoot straight." Rick, full of himself as well as alcohol, argued that hitting targets was easy "Yeah, okay, Wild Bill Cody or whatever that guys name was. I bet you couldn't shoot this bottle off my head!" Rick said that shooting a bottle off Tom's head was no problem, but he thought Tom was too much of a pussy to let him try. Tom stood up, swaying. He balanced the vodka bottle on his head, no small trick because he was drunk nearly to the point of passing out. "Come on man, show me what you got." Rick, felt a chill run up his back. He'd never actually shot a gun before, and he wasn't so sure he could take off the bottle without taking off his friend's head. "Nah man, you're moving too much." he said and made to put the gun away. "Fuck you, pussy. Do it man." "Dude, I'm telling you your moving too much." Tom, nearly falling started chanting, "Do it. Do it you fucking pussy". Rick, for the first time since Tom had broken his Power Wheels when they had been eight, got angry at him. "Alright man, stand still and I'll show you the 8th wonder of the world." Tom stood as stolid as his 1.2 blood alcohol level would permit him. Rick took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. If Rick had ever fired a handgun before, if he hadn't been nearly intoxicated as he was, things might have turned out differently. His aim had been right. He just didn't figure the re-coil would screw it up. Tom fell in a heap, the Vodka bottle shattering as it hit the ground. "NOOOOOO!" Rick screamed, praying in his head that Tom was faking it. Tom was not. He bent over his friend's lifeless body in shock. A light female voice intruded. "You're in a heap of trouble, son" Rick spun around, nearly out of his mind in terror. What he saw was what appeared to be a 14 year old girl with long red hair wearing a Metallica T-shirt and faded black jeans. "You're coming with me." The girl rushed him so fast that later he thought that she was in front of him before she completed her sentence. A swirl of red hair and all he knew for awhile was darkness. He awoke somewhere in the middle of a deserted factory, lying on an old mattress in what appeared to be a freight elevator. Crisscrossing wire mesh formed the walls, ceiling and floor. But he didn't realize that at first. He first registered the skull-shattering headache coming from the hangover. The second thing was that there was no way outta this wire cage. The third thing was... "Ohh MY GOD! I'm a chick! A Girl!" His blond hair and the protrusions on his chest seemed to indicate that. He ran a hang up under his shirt and felt the protrusions. They were real, sensitive mounds of skin her small hands couldn't cup entirely. But down below... He slid a hand into his jeans, jeans which seemed tighter in places and looser in others. "Oh MY GOD!" He screamed, turned white, and promptly passed out. When he awoke again, the hangover was gone and he took stock of himself again. He was still a girl. His body appeared very dainty, small hands, small feet and a mid-section that showed cute, taut skin. Just what the hell had happened to him last night? He remembered going into the alley with Tom and then...and then... "No. No way. No." His words, spoken with a voice he couldn't fathom as his own, echoed off the rusting machinery. The weirdness of his situation evaporated. "I killed him." Again his voice echoed in the desolate factory. Why, for the love of god, WHY did have to prove he could use the gun? A crushing sadness filled him. His best friend was dead. He had killed him. His best friend was dead. He had... But that ended almost all rational thought. As a male, he never would have bawled his eyes out. Now, all of his masculine emotional armor was totally stripped away. She cried for hours, finally surrendering to sleep. When she awoke a figure was standing in front of the makeshift cell. It was too dark to make out any details, but Rick thought that it was the girl who had confronted him in the alley. "Who are you?" Her voice, young, feminine, sweet, bounced off old rusting machinery and cold concrete. "StarGirl" She whispered. Rick waited for her to go on; to explain why he was here, why he was a girl now and what was going to happen to her. She sat there; her bright red hair illuminated occasionally when the wind blew it into the path of light coming from a street lamp outside. She said nothing, waiting. "Why am I a girl? What am I doing here?" StarGirl sighed. "You are here partly as penance and partly because I want to give you another chance at life. To the police, the gun you used was used in a murder. You would be probably charged with it, and spend the rest of your life in jail. But I'll give you a choice. Stay as you are, or in the morning you will find you are back in your body facing the charges." "I'm sorry. Look I know how bad that sounds, given the last few months of my life, but I'm truly sorry. I won't ask you to give me my life and body back, But... I'm sorry." "I know and believe you. But you still have a price to pay. The sadness you grieve is for your friend. That is understandable. But justice must be done. You are not the only one to grieve. Tom's life is gone. Many others grieve, and for them, justice must be served." she said and sighed. "For the first time, I can't decide on something that's both just and with mercy." Rick waited for her to speak again. He waited a while, watching her light a cigarette as she looked out a broken window. She was beautiful, looked about fourteen, and dangerous. Finally she walked back to his makeshift cell. "For now on, your name is Ricci, one R one I two C's and an I. You can't age, you can't die, and you will carry the grief of those who have lost as well as your own." Ricci felt herself getting drowsy. "I believe in you. Good-bye." Rick said as sleep took him Ricci awoke in the same alley, unsure of what day it was. She was dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt. Next to her was a pocketbook with a teen-aged girls collection of necessities, along with some photos she didn't want to look at. Making her way out of the alley she walked toward the Human services building. She explained that she had woken up in an alley, unsure of who she was. They ran a check of fingerprints and could find no identity. She had a new life with some old scars. Ricci floated out of her flashback to find that her tears had dried. The candles had almost burned out, but she didn't get up yet. She thought that the worst part of it had been that Skid Row song. She had heard it one day while she was working in a local deli. She suffered a breakdown and had to recuperate in the manager's office. But she had been wrong about that being the worst part. She began to realize that she had fallen in love with Tom. All the times they had been together as guys she had thought back on. Loving someone that was only a memory, that was the worst. She once thought that had been a part of StarGirl's plan for her, but she knew it was not. She took a shot of Tequila. Her body couldn't take it, she would throw it up in a matter of minutes, but she took it anyway. "For old times." she said, thinking of Tom The candles guttered and went out. She reached out and played the song, HER song, the one that brought all the misery to the surface and flushed it out for awhile. The one that she knew would haunt her thought the rest of her days: Ricky was a young boy; he had a heart of stone. Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down. He had no money, oooh no good at home. He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone And now it's 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time And it's 18 and life to go 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline. It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean. They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one." He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun. Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, the party never ends. You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend And now it's 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time And it's 18 and life to go "Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say He fired his six shots into the wind That child blew a child away 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go 18 and life, you got it 18 and life you know Your crime is time And it's 18 and life to goooooooo "18 And Life" Lyrics Copyright Skid Row

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This is a work of fiction.This story was requested by Dice29.Characters;Robert, a black cop with a meaty cut cock, 8 inches long and 5.5 inches thick, something the guys back at the station have commented on in the locker room. 36 years old, shaved head and brown eyes, 6ft 1in tall and fit with well defined pecs and abs.Dawn, 20, a rebel who does what she wants without considering the consequences, she does it for the thrill. A black woman, ample breasts and thighs. Her hair is black,...

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Crime Scene Insinuation

“Jules, is that you?” Daniel’s voice exploded in my ear. “Yes, It’s me,” I murmured drowsily, hoping I was dreaming, especially when my half closed eyes registered the time on the alarm clock. Jesus, three thirty in the morning, was he fucking mad? Even though I fervently wanted to return to the land of nod, the urgency in Danny’s voice seemed to cajole me into consciousness. “Jules, are you there?” His voice was insistent now. “Mikayla Nicosia is dead and all hell has broken loose.” Now I...

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Jakes Magic Remote IX Crime and Punishment

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.Marta adjusted her top as she walked down the aisle toward the break room. She...

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A violent story of my passion and crime

An icy rain slapped my face and a gelid wind bit into me, cutting easily through my clothing. And to think 15 minutes ago i was enjoying their sight from the warmth of my room. All It took was one phone call to blew the cover apart. One bloody sobbing phone call. Here is the transcript "Nav...sob..sob..sob.. Come over here ..sob..sob..sob""what?now?""sob..sob.. Yes..sob..sob""but its impossible!Just look outside..""Nav.. Come over or i will do something..sob..sob..." the line cut. So here i...

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Love Lust Crime Thriller 8211 Pt 4 Sexy Smart SisterInLaw

“Ohh yesss!!” exclaimed the drug lord. After spending 3 years in that shit hole, the fresh air felt amazing. Professor too seemed happy but since he was having such a great fucking time, he was sure going to miss the bitch, Smitha. Getting out of the jail wasn’t much of a hard task as already most of the security guards had left, courtesy the asshole minister. And now they embarked on a journey which was planned many years ago. * * * * Previously * * * * Professor and his wife were having a...

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Love Lust Crime Thriller 8211 Part 1

It was a cold winter night. In the dimly light room, on a spacious bed was a woman, preferably in her late 20s sleeping on the bed. A short night dress to cover her lovely assets had now displayed most of her body. The door opened and entered a man; 5’10” height, dark and with the looks of a roadside goon. He went near the bed and slowly started kissing the neck of the sexy lady. After giving some small licks and bites, he turned the sleeping beauty into a horny tigress. Then he turned the lady...

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Crime and Punishment

Please don't Read The idea for this story came to me one night as I was reading Rita Hayworth & the Shawshank Redemption from Stephen King while watching La Femme Nikita.....I'm multi-talented like that. I just started wondering what the criminal justice system was like if a wizard had the chance to rehab people. Any comments or criticisms anyone has on either of the two stories I've written, please E-mail me at [email protected]. *** *** *** 1 Justin stood up...

4 years ago
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Let The Punishment Be The Crime

The characters here are trademarks of their respective owners. I can't list off all the copyright holders because I'd probably miss out on some and get sued or something. I am not expecting any money from this story, and therefore am not taking any money away from the copyright holders. For those who don't know much about Sailor Moon, this story features Freddie, the boyfriend that dumped Lita during the flashback from "A Knight To Remember." The events are explained within the...

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White Collar Crime II

White Collar Crime II By Teri Franken [email protected] Sorry for the extended delay in the new installment. I have been working on a couple of other stories, based on popular response, I decided to move ahead with this one first...Enjoy..... Teri Part 1 I was just getting back from the infirmary and this was the first time I was seeing Mack and he seemed genuinely happy to see me. He came forward, reached out and gently took me into his arms for a quick hug. "I have been...

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MAU Organized Crime

Author note: This is just a quick story that came to me the other day when I was out for a run. I figured I'd write it up and submit it as a fun quick standalone TG story. MAU: Organized Crime Big Tony waited impatiently for Ms. Ruth Conti, Attorney-at-Law, to come down from her office. Ruth was the attorney that Tony's boss Carlos DeLuca had hired a couple of years ago and she'd been the lead on the legal team that'd defended Carlos, or failed to defend Carlos, as Tony...

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If you do the crime

©2015 Beth Wilde All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. This story contains elements of hypnosis/mind control/sex/smoking/drinking and other naughtiness. If you are easily offended then don't read it..... It's that simple! If you do the crime...... Synopsis 20 year old Simon Wilson loved nothing more than to pick on those he saw as weaker than him. Those he felt were not as worthy as him. Those he felt a deep hatred...

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Nursery Crime

Nursery Crime.An Adult Female Domination TaleByMiss Irene Clearmont-------------------------------There was a little nurse who had a little curlRight in the middle of her forehead;When she was good, she was so very, very good,And when she was bad she was more than horrid.-------------------------------Copyright ? Miss Irene Clearmont 2012 (Sept). -------------------------------Find the PDF version of this story at:WWW.MissIreneClearmont.ComCONTENTS.-------------------------------Part I.Beyond...

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Girl on Girl Crime

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don't read it if this isn't your cup of tea. Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy...Girl on Girl Crime?I can see why Danny likes you,? said...

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Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Let the Punishment Fit the Crime: Brought Down By Envy and Lust If there was anything I felt truly passionate about during my senior yearat Northfield High School it was my hatred of Jenny Collins. Everything I didwell she did just a little bit better. Confounding the dumb blonde stereotype,I was a science and math whiz. But Jen's science project was awarded firstplace at the school science fair and I only took second. Somehow, beating outall the boys didn't seem to matter as much as losing...

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A Simple Crime

Carla Wright was the top rated criminal investigator in San Diego. After finishing high school two years early she attended the local college and majored in criminal science. The day after she graduated college with a master's degree in criminal science, she applied to the police force crime lab. It was nothing for Carla it to spend 12 to 16 hours a day at work. With no real friends, no pets and no close family, Carla has devoted her entire life to her job. She's also spent many nights...

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Crime PunishmentChapter 2

This is the second part of Crime and Punishment saga. I intend to write this story before, after, and through the old story. My friend John did the original edit on this part a while back. It has gone through many revisions and edits since then. Roger Hamilton was born into a family of old wealth whose fortunes were in decline. He did nothing to reverse this downward trend. The reversal of the Hamilton family’s finances was taken care of for Roger by the Bush and Clinton families. They,...

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Crime PunishmentChapter 6

“Tell me why you wish to work for the US Attorney, other than the obvious step up,” Jake Greenwald said. He was medium height, balding prematurely and had the slight build that was called skinny although twenty pounds overweight and hopelessly out of shape. Lynda Segal kept the smile on her face that she had worn all through the interview with this officious jerk. She didn’t consider the switch from the Westchester DA’s office to the office of the US Attorney for the Southern District as a...

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Crime PunishmentChapter 10

Silvia Keenan was normally a woman who exuded confidence, but in her fifty-seven years, she had never come close to committing a crime before. As she walked through the doors of the Commerce Bank and Trust, she was sure that everyone would see how nervous she was. Certain she would be stopped and arrested. The safety deposit boxes were across the large lobby next to an immense vault and secured behind a set of great steel barred doors. In front was a young bank clerk at a desk with a sign...

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Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 204 Consciousness of Crime and Punishment

Kaoru (echoing Saitou): Even before the fight, his spirit was stronger than his body... Then the only way to defeat Yukishiro Enishi... Saitou: So far they've just been trading blows, but that's what his opponent really is. It's only a matter of time before this fight becomes a deathmatch. The outcome will come down to life and death. The winner lives. The loser dies. Sanosuke: You idiot... if that would have settled it, Kenshin wouldn't have needed to fight him at all! Saitou: Then...

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No Crime in the SuburbsPart 3

James Douglas has visited his young neighbors twice since the day he changed their lives forever. The girls’ initial reluctance is fading fast, and they engage in all the sexual adventures that he can dream up—for the most part willingly. He fucks fifteen-year-old Becca in every position he can think of, and a few that are her idea. Little Emma is envious of her big sister. Fucking is so grown up! But Mr. Douglas tells Emma that she’s too young and he doesn’t want to hurt her. “At least wait...

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No Crime in the SuburbsPart 4

After two weeks has gone by with no word from his old friend, James Douglas begins to relax. He thinks that maybe Maurice has forgotten his stories of the incestuous sisters, or he’s lost interest. James hasn’t seen the girls since their last wild afternoon together. He decides to wait one more week, and if Mo doesn’t do anything by then it will be safe to go back. James sends a text to Becca telling her to plan on the following Tuesday. She texts him back with a photo of her tits. Amy...

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A Perfect CrimeChapter 8

I'm not going to pretend otherwise. I was scared shit-less when I was first locked up in my cell at a high-security prison somewhere in the wilds of the west country. I had never been incarcerated anywhere before. I had heard the rumours. Heard what happened to 'pretty-boy' lags like me in jail. I knew I could look after myself if I had to, but if I was ganged up on? Who knew? My first day in there I met a man who was to remain a friend until his death a few years ago. An habitual...

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A Perfect CrimeChapter 18

The shit figuratively hit the fan just after lunch the following afternoon. A rumour started circulated around the ship like wildfire that a passenger had gone overboard the night before. Apparently her husband had woken from a drunken stupor and discovered his wife missing and despite appeals over the ship's tannoy she had not reappeared. The general consensus amongst the crew and other passengers was that she had accidentally fallen from her balcony when she was almost incapably...

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Dont Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 57 Nov 1945 the Nurenberg War Crimes Trial Begins

“As I see it today, Hitler and Goebbels were in fact molded by the mob itself, guided by its yearnings and its daydreams. Of course, Goebbels and Hitler knew how to penetrate through to the instincts of their audiences; but in the deeper sense they derived their whole existence from these audiences. Certainly the masses roared to the beat set by Hitler’s and Goebbels’ baton; yet they were not the true conductors. The mob determined the theme. To compensate for misery, insecurity,...

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Andersonville 26 Hate Crimes

Fade in - Somewhere in the Northwestern United States Leo knew he was in trouble the moment he came out of the portal. The place where he was supposed to have gone looked nothing like where he was. Instead of being in the Arizona desert, he was in a canyon surrounded by high cliffs and tall pine trees. On one of the rocky bluffs he caught sight of a herd of wild mountain goats walking along a precarious ridge. "Oh crap," Leo shouted, mostly out of a reaction to the fear he...

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The Amazing Mr Mortimer

THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER My girlfriend Rachel and I had decided to take a two week vacation to PuertoRico. I had first come across the girl on the streets of San Juan. She cameup to me and begged me for some money. At first I was going to say no. ThenI noticed how beautiful this young girl was and I was intrigued. I startedto reach into my purse to get her something, and she smiled at me. She hada very beautiful smile. It was in fact an entrancing smile. I kept her close to me with small bribes...

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Shodder Hills Crimes of the Father

Shodder Hills - Crimes of the Father By Jonny "We're almost there. Hurry up and finish sucking off that cock," Ms. Jenkins said. "And don't you dare get any of it on your face." Danielle picked up the pace and started sucking with gusto. Her blonde ponytail bounced in rhythm with her bobbing head. Her jaw was hurting from keeping her mouth stretched tight around the shaft for the entire trip. The faster she could draw the load out of the big black monster, the sooner she could...

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Life changing crime Part 1

Hello everyone! I will tell you a story that changed my life. It happend about an year ago, I was 21 years old, young man with dreams, nice family and a bright future. Everything was going perfecty. In fact my whole life until that moment was going perfectly.One day a friend of mine called me. He needed money to pay his semester in university. The money his parents gave him I was sure he lost gambling, but he was my friend so I wanted to help him. When we met I had the money to give him but he...

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Crime PunishmentChapter 8

The House on Congress Street was right across from the little park. It was a quiet street in a prosperous Brooklyn neighborhood, sandwiched between Carol Gardens and Brooklyn Heights. Jimmy O’Reilly didn’t see any hill in the Cobble Hill district. As far as the Albany attorney could tell, the area was as flat as a pancake with its eastern border fixed by the Brooklyn Queens Expressway and its western by Court Street. At its center, Cobble Hill had a small park where young parents brought...

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Wartime

Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire with her friend, Portia, but had never known their relationship was more than sisterly. When I told her...

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Sometimes Crime Does PayChapter 2 Serving My Time

Saturday morning I showed up fifteen minutes early. If Mrs. Martin was giving me a break, I wanted to take full advantage of it. I would have replaced the roof on her house if she had asked. Instead, she led me to the garage and pointed me to the lawn mower. It was just a push mower; power mowers were still rare in those days, so it took me an hour or so to cut the grass. She then asked me to trim some shrubbery in the back yard. By the time I finished it was almost eleven. When I finished,...

2 years ago
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Carnal Crimes Part One Back Road Cop by Millie Dynamite a cuckold story

A Cuckold Story Millie Dynamite © Copyright 2021 by Millie Dynamite This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote any lifestyle. This is merely a representation of the fantasy of the cuckold lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are drawn from the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental and unintentional. This story contains some sex and violence, and racial stereotypes. If you have an issue...

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