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Cunt Hunter
By Llabmik
Chapter 1 – Quiff Quest
I watch the woman's washroom for the right moment and the right female whileI slowly push the bucket and mop the floor in my janitor's uniform. I'm notthe janitor and it's a cheap uniform easily available at department storeseverywhere. The corridor is usually deserted. I only mop when someone comesalong.
I inspect the merchandise as it parades to the woman's washroom from theparty. I'm patiently waiting for some Grade A fuckmeat to be all by her littlelonesome in the little girl's room.
I hear the click of high heels around the corner coming my way and startmopping with the casual boredom of the professional floor cleaner.
My fantasy female rounds the corner and makes me a happy hunter.
I like her pretty face, blue eyes and fine figure-hugging short black dress.I like her beautifully coiffed blond hair. Unraveling a bitch's French braidis always a pleasure.
She walks past me, paying no attention to the hired help that I'm pretendingto be. I like the back view too, admiring the way her heinie twitches in thatshort, clinging black dress. There is no visible panty line and a faintly visiblebra line. Her miniskirt stops just below her butt cheeks, showing off her lovelylegs to perfection
I give her a minute. Then I put the mop in the bucket, place mop and bucketneatly back in the closet and step up to the door of the Powder Room.
I hang a neatly printed sign on the door handle:
PLUMBING EMERGENCY!
WASHROOM OUT OF ORDER!
PLEASE USE 2 ND FLOOR WASHROOM.
OUR APOLOGIES FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
I retrieve the Taser and the stun baton from a wastebasket and follow herinto the washroom. I love stun technology. I'm no weakling, but it makes everythingsoooooo much easier. My bitches get a lot out of it too.
I hear the musical tinkle of an obviously much-needed pee in one of the stalls.I love a bitch that has had a bit too much to drink. I wait patiently for herto finish.
I hear her tug on the toilet roll and stand.
I graciously allow her time to delicately dab the pee from her genitals.
I hear the enchanting rustle of intimate female apparel as she pulls up herpanties and smoothes down her dress.
The stall door opens and the classy cunt saunters out, hips pumping seductively.
She stares at me in surprise. I aim carefully. The red sighting dot of theTaser appears on her chest, halfway between her nipples. She stares at thered dot in growing horror.
She's seen enough movies to figure out the dot's significance. Her beautifulblue eyes widen as she takes in the weapon.
Having positioned myself carefully, I fire the Taser from the optimum rangeof 10 feet away.
She grunts as the two darts punch into her tits. The wires attached to thedarts trail back to the Taser in my hand and administer a brutal 50,000-voltjolt that makes her muscles spasm agonizingly.
Her lovely body jackknifes and flies backwards into the stall as if kickedin the gut by a mule. The force of the jolt lifts her out of her black fuck-mepumps.
The 5 second long, carefully pulsed jolt completely overrides her centralnervous system. Her muscles contract violently until she is in a foetal positionon the floor, twitching uncontrollably.
The Taser's good for taking a bitch out, but to put her under requires astun baton.
Fortunately for enterprising rapists like myself, all of these things areavailable to the average American, quite reasonably priced (for 'self-defence',of course). A feature that really appeals to us Serial Rapists is that thebatteries are rechargeable.
As she huddles on the tiled floor, her circuits scrambled, I step up andtouch my Stun Master baton to the nape of her neck.
I press the button.
Her pretty body shudders and jerks as I fry it with a 650,000-volt jolt.This is truly agonizing as the pulsed current makes every muscle in her bodyspasm uncontrollably, draining her strength in a savage 10 second electro-convulsiveworkout, short circuiting any co-ordination she may have had.
I put down the Taser. Leaving her twitching spastically on the floor, I pushopen in sequence the two doors leading to the outside corridor and step out.I put on a Greek accent for the benefit of two older women who have obviouslyjust been stopped short by my sign. I part my hands apologetically.
"She's a stinking mess in there, ladies. You no wanna go in. Please, youuse the washroom onna second floor."
They grimace and thank me, hurrying for the elevator. I pull the large trashcontainer on wheels into the washroom where she is still on the floor twitchingaway nicely, eyeballs rolled up in their sockets.
Kneeling down, I jerk the two darts from her tits.
I take a package of Cinnamon Red Hots out of my pocket and shake out a handfulinto the palm of my hand. Reaching under her dress, I pull down her thong panties.
I like those black thong panties. I also like her garter belt and stockings.Is she a high priced whore or a babe who, underneath her clothes, is a shamelesslittle slut?
Putting these deep philosophical ponderings aside, I ramrod a few CinnamonRed Hots into her cunt with my fuck finger. The second batch I jam up her asshole.I pull her panties back up neatly. I like to make sure that my rapemeat hasher mind firmly focussed on what's between her legs.
I pat her quivering butt cheeks affectionately. She's my bitch now.
I glance quickly through her purse. Her name is Angel. Ironically, Angelwill soon find out that I am a devil anxious to introduce her pampered pussyto the torments of Hell.
I heave her curled-up, tremulous body, along with her purse, into the trashcontainer. Angel is now, quite literally, white trash. I toss in her high heels.The trash container is lined with foam to keep her from making noise as shesweats her way through the Stun Baton Electro-Convulsive Workout. I close thetop. Two tipsy babes from the party applaud sardonically as I take down myPLUMBING EMERGENCY sign. Aping the manners of a gentleman, I bow to them pleasantlyand wheel my new fucktoy away inside the trash container.
They are nice fish, but Angel is the Catch-Of-The-Day.
In the alley, I dump her jerking, spasming body into the back of my van.
Each jolt of the Stun Master only keeps a bitch twitching helplessly for10-15 minutes.
I reach between her legs and press the Stun Master against her cuntlips throughthose delightful thong panties. The Stun Master can punch through up to 2 inchesof clothing to deliver a full charge to its victim. Those flimsy panties areno protection at all as I press the button to send Angel into another longagonizing spasm.
I slam the back doors of the van shut and hop into the driver's seat. I adjustthe rear view mirror so that I can watch her shudder and jerk as I drive along.
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